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silantryoo · 1 year

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BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — all too well

y/n's surprise for kim jiwon (and jang wonyoung).

WARNINGS ; overworking, eating habits (1.5k)

naoi rei knew how people felt before they even knew it themselves.

though she tended to struggle with her own feelings (not that they needed to be acknowledged), rei prided herself in her ability to read others.

she knew about yujin's (albeit obvious) crush on gaeul, and wonyoung's crushing guilt whenever she looked in the vicinity of the two idiots. she knew the reason for gaeul's hesitance, and how that lead back to a certain girl on the volleyball team.

rei looked over at y/n, watching as she stared at wonyoung's door, her eyes mixed with emotions that should've been reserved for y/n's girlfriend only.

naoi rei knew it wasn't because of the older girl's cute blonde friend.

y/n knocked, hands trembling. if minjeong were here, she would knock some sense into the girl, saying that there was nothing to be nervous about, especially not wonyoung.

(but minjeong didn't know jang wonyoung, not like y/n knew her.)

the door opened and her heart dropped, the cold air of the ac blasting the two roommates in the face.

"unnie?" jiwon asked, hair half-up as she sported a set of yellow pajamas that seemed to be hand-me-downs of minju's. the younger looked beside y/n.

"oh, um," jiwon's face turned bright red. "unnie's roommate. hi."

rei involuntary giggled, catching wonyoung's attention who seemed to be laying 'casually' with a full face of makeup and her cutest 'home clothes'. the kim, much like her older sister, glared at y/n with wide eyes.

"surprise!" y/n grinned, nudging the blonde on the shoulder. "you needed some help with moving some stuff, right?"

rei tilted her head, jiwon's eyes never leaving hers.

weird. rei couldn't read jiwon at all.

"huh?" jiwon looked away, picking on the side of her thumb. "yeah. it arrived late - today."

y/n nodded, looking behind the girl as she met wonyoung's eyes.

rei smiled, remembering two huge cat-decorated cardboard boxes that nearly covered the entrance of the elevator. "those were the boxes at the lobby?"

y/n had been actively avoiding wonyoung since the breakup. she didn't need a reminder of how the girl looked like. her brain had already been engrained with everything wonyoung.

but she still looked the same. perhaps a little skinnier without y/n reminding her to eat, and eyebags slightly darker from the lack of sleep that the younger girl was getting, but she was still wonyoung.

"yeah."

y/n looked away from the taller girl's begging eyes.

"the pink ones?" the japanese girl teased, earning a blush.

wonyoung was as pretty as the day y/n met her. the same smile, the same eyes, followed by the same urge to get to know her.

but y/n knew her. she knew her all too well.

"my mom and minju-unnie packed the boxes for me while i was touring suma." jiwon scratched her cheek.

but now wasn't the time, not when she was about to set up jiwon with the girl she had been eyeing since her first day of moving on campus.

minju was going to kill her.

rei hummed. "it's cute."

wonyoung's head snapped to the japanese girl's, a look of disbelief etched on her face.

"oh." jiwon whispered, feeling the air from her lungs escape.

y/n looked between the two, a cloud of discomfort enveloping her as she thought about her next move.

minju was absolutely going to kill her.

"you should get the boxes." y/n rested her hand on rei's shoulder, and the japanese girl could feel wonyoung's glare from her bed. "i'll be up here to help unpack."

the volleyball player tensed up, covering her mouth quickly in a poor attempt to not squeal. perhaps she could forgive rei for the slight shoulder touch if she managed to get y/n alone with her.

jiwon felt her body go numb, her hands sweating against the cold air of her room.

"what?"

"rei seems strong." y/n looked over to rei, the girl's eyes glinting with slight nervousness. "you'll be fine."

"rei?" wonyoung snickered. rei might have looked strong, but she was way stronger than her friend. "rei isn't-"

"yeah." rei interrupted, shooting a glare at wonyoung. "i can help."

wonyoung blinked, watching as jiwon stiffly walked in front of her childhood friend. rei sent wonyoung a quick glance before following the tall girl's roommate to the first floor.

y/n watched as the two entered the elevator. the door slid close with a ding, and the film student sighed, the cold air now numbing her face.

"i've never seen rei so eager to work out." she heard wonyoung as the girl softly left her bed. y/n turned her head towards the girl, her heart beating out of her chest. "sorry. you can come inside."

"thanks." y/n nodded, and almost robotically, she entered the room.

wonyoung shut the door, trying to calm herself down with deep, quiet breaths. the last time the two were in the same room, it had ended with a flurry of heated arguments, and hot tears streaming down their faces.

she gripped the handle, feeling as the air conditioner above her blasted against her burning skin.

the volleyball player turned, finding y/n, sitting quietly, sitting perfectly, on jiwon's bed.

wonyoung never understood how someone could be so pretty.

clearing her throat, wonyoung sat on her bed, opposite the other girl. she watched as y/n scanned her side of the room, stopping at the medals hanging above her bed.

wonyoung hadn't changed, and y/n didn't know why that made her so upset.

"so," y/n broke the silence, taking wonyoung aback. "how's stuco?"

"stuco?" wonyoung bit her tongue. she wanted to tell y/n everything, but as delusional as she was, she knew that the older girl didn't care. not anymore. "it's good. really stressful, like usual."

y/n smiled at her, and although weak and slightly unsincere, it was enough to give wonyoung chills along her back.

"minju-unnie mentioned that." y/n hummed, and the volleyball player watched as she rubbed the top of her knuckles. "something about the dean, right?"

wonyoung nodded, hesitantly grabbing a spare blanket next to her. "here."

"oh." y/n smiled, her hands tingling as she grabbed the cover. "thank you."

"we didn't make enough last year to start construction on the second-year dorms." wonyoung continued, her ears burning as she watch the shorter girl wrap herself in her blanket. it took everything in her to not smother the girl in her affection. "a lot of second years transferred to neighboring universities."

y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "shouldn't he be asking alumni for that?"

wonyoung shook her head almost automatically, the tone of y/n's voice enticing her to do so. "as stuco president, it's my job to-"

"yeah, i know." y/n snapped, the situation nearly giving her deja vu. "you've mentioned."

the two looked at each other, the buzz of the vents filling the room with ambiance.

everything was too familiar.

"sorry." wonyoung whispered.

y/n looked away, gripped onto the blanket wrapped around her.

"you shouldn't stress yourself out too much, wonyoung." y/n muttered (wonyoung nearly leap up in joy upon hearing her name). softly, the older girl looked at her, a gentle look in her eyes. "have you been eating?"

the question was simple, plain in fact, yet they both knew what it meant. the glint in y/n's eyes, the intimacy of her tone. it was familiar to wonyoung, like a cool breeze blowing past her during hot outdoor practices.

it might've meant nothing to y/n, but it meant everything to her.

"sorry." y/n swallowed. "force of habit."

"it's okay." it was perfect. wonyoung's life was perfect, and this moment solidified it. "i don't mind."

y/n nodded, her phone buzzing against her leg, most likely from jimin. the girl had forgotten about her.

"i will." wonyoung's warm voice echoed slightly in the room, despite the tenderness of it. "i'll start eating more. i just have no time."

y/n hated that word, and she hated that sentence even more.

"i know."

a loud thud against the door pulled her attention away from wonyoung.

curiously, she got up, wonyoung's cool gaze trained on the back of her head. y/n opened the door, and jiwon nearly toppled on top of her.

"jesus, ji!" y/n yelped, wrapping her arms around the glittery box. "lift with your legs! not your back!"

jiwon frowned, ears red. "i don't know what that means!"

y/n groaned, grabbing the box as wonyoung rushed to help her. jiwon, too tired to help her, took no notice. the two lugged the box onto her bed.

"minju-unnie's gonna kill me if you get hurt." y/n scolded as the younger girl hung her head. she looked around, noticing a missing presence. "where's rei?"

"at the elevator."

it was familiar, the feeling in wonyoung's chest. the feeling of regret, and it had never felt stronger as she looked at y/n.

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vegaly-art · 1 year

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Ortho Shroud is NOT a Child, a Comprehensive TWST Analysis

Heyo! I am just your average TWST fan with a very deep appreciation for characters and love of overly verbose essays. I have a few I’ve written out in the past on characters I like (and especially Ortho, as I find him generally interesting AND misunderstood) and I thought sharing my opinions with the fandom could do a bit of good. :) Also it helps set up for some secret-ish projects coming to this blog soon enough ;). Also spoilers for Book 6, and many of Ortho’s Vignettes under the cut

Ok so, to start of I think I should preface by explaining Ortho's fanon interpretation (or at least the most popular one that I have seen), just for context so I can compare and contrast it to my own analysis of his in game character. Ortho in fanon is, in his simplest form, a child. I assume that this stems from 3 main reasons. His appearance, voice, and mannerisms. Ortho Shroud is quite short, and though we cannot be certain of the timeline of his creation, his body is AT LEAST a few years younger in appearance than his technical age, due to the way that he was built by Idia. His voice is also rather high pitched, even compared to some of the other younger speaking characters such as Epel, and his mannerisms can be perceived as somewhat juvenile. He does have a slightly more simplified speech pattern unless talking about facts/statistics/robotic speech forms; he is very bouncy, moving around often, kicking his feet, etc; and his tone of voice also has a lot of emotion put behind it, leading to a more enthusiastic delivery. While all these things are true on the surface, I believe that they're a rather surface level interpretation of him, and applying the 'child' label to Ortho but not to other characters (Notably Kalim, Epel and Idia all for different reasons) is hypocritical. Mind you, I am NOT saying those 3 or any other characters are actually children, even mentally (though some of them are a touch childish), but simply that Ortho holds lots of similarity to them and, in my opinion, should be held to similar character standards.)

In terms of explaining and why I PERSONALLY think this fanon interpretation is surface level, I've got to get my categories down first. :P So I'll go through: - Physical appearance and traits (voice, tone, etc) - Expression - Emotional Maturity (And character comparisons) -And some Psychology because I'm a fuckin nERD Hope that works out. (Mind you, each section here is bolded so if you’d like to read through a particular section, feel free. Also, I will reference some vignettes or character comparisons in this essay, and also have more sources at the very end for further reading about Ortho within the game itself. So no wiki articles or whatever :P) Physical Traits and Appearance

So starting with appearance, Ortho is quite short with a larger drawn head and eyes, but beyond that his actual frame is relatively fair for a teenager in the TW style, and just... by the rules of biology. He definently reads as either a rather thin short guy, or one who's yet to go through puberty which kinda makes sense since he was recreated from a kid who likely had at best just started puberty and then fucking diED- He has the broader shoulders (not as much so as say Idia but similar to Epel, Riddle, Ruggie or Kalim). He's skinnier than most of them so it's not one to one but he is similar. Head size when compared to his body is again similar to Epel and Riddle (no surprises there) And he has relatively well sized arms and legs, that are much more similar to other NRC students than say... Cheeka, for instance, who if he had the body of a 10 year old he would look MUCH closer to. Also it should be mentioned that he is significantly different than silhoette Ortho (who is about 8-9 years old). He is taller, with longer hair, MUCH stronger shoulders and an overall more varied silhoette in terms of shoulder/waist/hip ratio. He was clearly modelled to look older than Ortho when he died, and matches well with the other 16 year old characters on that front. Also, short guys exist. Like... Ortho’s Height guys, who are adults, not even teens. I feel like this is sometimes forgotten...

When it comes to his voice, yes it is rather high pitched for a guy, not helped by how expressive he also is (which I'll cover in the Expression section), however he is still at the end of the day voiced by a Male VA, and while not a COMMON voice type, I know a few guys with similar voices. Also, mind you, short/young looking men already exist in the game and are generally not called that. The main example is Epel, obviously. However he is not treated like a kid, potentially because of his actual inclination towards traditional masculinity (wanting to be tall, and buff). Same with Riddle too. He wants to be taller, and sees his short height as a detriment, while Ortho does not. Epel also wants a deeper voice, while Ortho does not, etc. However, I think his physical appearance and traits are not the main reason he's called a kid. But rather, his expression, as well as his much more subtle forms of maturity.

Expression

Ortho acts in a way many may consider 'childish', especially with his expressive voice, strong mannerisms in terms of hand movement, 'juvenile' interests, and his generally playful movements in his chibi animations. However, while yes these things are associated with kids, you know what they're ALSO associated with???

DING DING DING! Correct!

Neurodivergent people!! :D

Who get infantilized often for doing things like... hopping from side to side on their feet, or having strongly expressive (or inexpressive) voices, holding very strong fixed interests in things like video games, etc. Well... isn't that a coincidence. Ortho has all those traits (and more, including things like literally having to RESEARCH social cues and norms from things like films, extremely strong sense of justice and somewhat black and white thinking, masking behaviours for negative emotional states or social incongruence, etc). .3. While I do think that to some extent these traits were, in universe, meant to represent the childish side of Ortho, we must also remember: Ortho is an ever changing AI, that so closely approximates a person he may as well be judged as one. And when putting that into context, his traits moreso seem like his chosen form of self expression. Because he has moments of being serious, or quiet and mature, in vignettes and the main story. He just choses to not act like that all the time for one reason or another. :P

Also, just to put it a bit into perspective, Kalim actually has a very VERY similar in expression to Ortho. Arguably you could say he acts even MORE 'childish' than Ortho does. He's extremely expressive in voice and posture, he's very positive and passionate and sweet, he's not the best at taking care of himself or taking responsibility for things, etc.

I don't think Kalim is a kid though, nor does most anyway. He's got his dumb or uncareful moments but he is also a housewarden, and has a slightly more 'normal' voice and build for someone his age... but if his expression is not childish, why is Ortho's?

Emotional Maturity

Oh boy- Ortho's emotional maturity is like... honestly insane. And mind you most of this is just from in game, and to put it into perspective I'll be comparing him to none other than his own Big Brother IDIA SHROUD!!

Wee :D. Ok so...

Ortho is a helper around Ignihyde dorm, and it's kind of implied he does things for both Idia and the dorm in several vignettes, like cleaning, grocery shopping, and other chores (based on vignettes and his Guest Room dialogues). He's also smart, good with handling emergencies like injuries and other medical issues, high stress situations where he has to make hard decisions about what/who to sacrifice for one reason or another, etc.

Idia is the housewarden of Ignihyde dorm, and is shown to be much more challenged in most of these regards. He doesn't take care of himself and his space much, though this is moreso due to severe depression, anxiety or other mental illnesses, which is understandable. He has been shown on several occasions to just... shut down when important decisions need to be made. And he forks over many of his own responsibilities, housewarden duties, emotional labour and other things like that on Ortho all the time, while not considering Ortho’s own feelings very much. He does grow from this and get more involved and serious when STYX is involved, and post Book 6 generally, but he's still not as skilled at it as Ortho.

Not to mention Ortho's emotional knowledge and maturity. This boy can read people's emotions almost unnaturally well due to his research and some sensors and context reading, and he has been shown on several occasions to put his own wants and needs aside for the sake of others, especially his brother. He comforts Idia whenever he needs it, and is always putting on a bright smile for everyone around him, even when he is implied to himself be at least somewhat upset. Because he knows that sometimes that's necessary.

Psychological Development

Also if we talk about emotional maturity, I shall also bring Psychology into this and discuss a bit about Adolescent brain development. Generally this development starts around ages 10-14, and continues until the ages of about 23-25 in most children, though it tends to start a bit earlier for AFAB people than AMAB people on average. Here are some key things that develop during this time:

- Sense of identity (Generally begins to solidify around 16-19, and becomes rather fixed though obviously not concrete, around the ages of 23-25)

- Understanding of in the moment cause and consequence, as well as reasoning. (Varies, but often solidifies around ages 16-25, but is very very variable). Teens and young adults are extremely impulsive because their frontal lobes are not fully developed, meaning they are at least partially incapable of having strong future based reasoning in the moment. Of course they have the ability to rationalize large consequences, or look back in hindsight, but in moment to moment action they're less likely to be rational, and more likely to do things that may jeopardize their education, reputation or even life.

- Friend Group formation. This is an essential part of the early to mid teen experience, since teenhood is when most people start to see their strongest bonds shift from being within family to outside of it.

- Understanding and Empathy. Proper Empathy by definition is usually present by age 6, however teen years are often defined by a unique form of self-entitlement and self-focus (though unintentional) that may cause issues with empathy. This is mostly due to having to navigate extremely complex emotions and experiences all at once, and because they can be so variable it takes several years of experience to build up true empathy, ESPECIALLY for adults such as parents/teachers, children, or otherwise people outside the age group. Mind you, all of these CAN be achieved at much earlier ages than the ones presented here. The numbers here are general averages based around how one is socialized as well as average rate of brain development, however it is still generally limited by age GROUP. So someone who is in the 10-13 group may not be able to develop the traits more associated with ages 17-19, but someone 14-16 could.

Now... take a guess which of these milestones Ortho has passed?

I'll spare you the wait.

It's basically all of them. (Not entirely of course, he still has much to develop, but the development of most of these has at least gone a decent ways.)

Ortho's identity, while still fluid, is clearly extremely centred even when we first meet him in game, and in all his cards he's seen to be rather consistent regardless of who he's with. He's curious, playful, cheeky, extremely intelligent and also notably EXTREMELY empathetic to the point of being almost scary (even if that empathy is not always... accurately placed if that makes sense) . Also he identifies a lot with Freshmen even before becoming one showing he views himself in a similar age range. And not just in an emotional way. While yes, Ortho clearly has empathy for others in the base term, it goes deeper than that. He is able to understand when he should be more strict, and when to be more lax. When to try and push someone to be better and when to be emotional support. He has a very deep understanding of what makes up people's minds and intents (known as Theory of Mind, which usually solidifies between the ages of 17-21 on average, though starts development around age 13), and acts accordingly. This can be seen in many of his cards. He is able to assess why Trein's cat was upset easily, and handled him with care (until he blew up the tree :P). He was able to see that Idia needed time alone when he didn't go to the Entrance Ceremony, and put his own want (to go with Idia, or go at all) aside to be there for him, and when Idia was becoming too reliant on his lab coat, he took it away (knowing it would only inconvenience him a bit), and also after warning him that it could have potential consequences (which it did have. He started a rumour about being some crazed ghost which Ortho deciphered as being about him IMMEDIATELY) Also on that note, he's acutely aware of cause and consequence, and has extremely strong reasoning skills. Not only is he clearly very good at pattern recognition (by virtue of being a robot), but also he has been shown to often be one of the most consequence aware characters. He understand the importance of education, and of mental health, and of outfits and behaviours and so on. This is EXTREMELY uncommon until mid-late teens/early 20s.

Final Thoughts

Now, I am not saying he has the same mental maturity as someone in their early 20s (he’s no Leona), nor that he does NOT have his immature moments. Of course he does, he's 16, but the point I am making is that there is simply SO MUCH about him that is NOT childish, and also so much that IS. Because he's a teenager and that is 100% expected, normal, etc. Ortho is extremely knowledgable academically, personally and socially (not that he is always entirely accurate but he IS knowledgable, so once he knows what he’s dealing with he’s good at doing so) but also he’s pretty mature compared to many other characters. Not as much so as Leona, Vil, Lilia or Malleus, but he’s up there. Even though his understanding of social cues is AT TIMES lacking, he’s impulsive, he does not fully grasp human ideals, and he’s easy to manipulate because of his singlemindedness, he’s got a lot going for him in the maturity angle.

I'd argue that his exact presentation, however is most similar in concept to Jamil. Both of them are smart, and careful, and extremely EXTREMELY perceptive, but keep that hidden under a mask of averageness or youthfulness. However what Ortho is MAGINALLY better at than Jamil is his self-prompted Self Reflection and ideological change. He can put aside his own feelings for the good of others, and compartmentalize and deal with his negative emotions. Not always in healthy ways... but in ways that were not SUPER destructive most of the time. Jamil can, and does as well, but his world view makes reflecting on himself a bit more diffucult because he’s so focused on external circumstances for most of the game (Besides Book 4, a bit of Book 5, and a LOT of Book 6).

But back to Ortho: Ortho was able to forgive and still care for Idia even after his overblot. He was able to accept for a long time that he was not Idia's brother, but had to play the part anyway for his sake. He accepted that he would not get a lot of things he wanted, though admittedly not in the healthiest way all the time. Ortho don’t call yourself selfish for wanting things pls-... And, after all was said and done, he was able to get enrolled as a First Year at NRC... clearly showing that he is of similar maturity compared to the other 16 year old students.

Ortho is a 16 year old. And all this and more is why I think this.

Further Reading/Sources in Game that support my points: - Ortho’s Dorm Uniform Vignette: He directly states he thinks of himself as a freshmen, and it also shows his careful planning, knowledge of (and how to subvert) concequences, and extreme knowledge of emotions of others and how to use them against them. - Ortho’s Archetype Gear Vignette: Shows his empathy and knowledge of Animals and people - Idia’s Labcoat Vignette: Shows his knowledge of cause and concequence, as well as basically directly compares it to Idia. - Ortho’s Burst Gear Vignette: Shows his ability to put his emotions aside for others, shows empathy and selflessness, understanding of boundaries, and overall a very mature and healthy and selfless outlook on life. - Book 6: Shows basically everything I talked about in this Essay. From his being 16 from offhand comments and being admitted as a Student at the end of the Book, to his knowledge of cause and concequence and ability to reason well and think through that stuff fast, emotional maturity in how he comforted students as well as his own brother, as well as his immaturities like his selfishness, closedoff-ness from other students and extreme sheltering, etc, and neutral things I may or may not have mentioned like his near obsession with Idia that he was programmed to have that makes him biased in his brother’s favour, his hyperfixations and general excitability, a taste of his existencial nightmare of a life (OH I WILL MAKE A POST ABOUT THIS), etc. - Ortho’s Stargazing Gear Vignette: Ortho’s selflessness and genuine care for Idia, emotional maturity and so on. - Ortho’s College Gear Vignette: He has an extremely good understanding of his general intellect and skill, is very self aware and sure in his identity, and shows a love for learning and changing and friend group formation, both eccencial to the teen experience. Ortho’s Role in the Fairy Gala Remix Event/Fairy Gear Vignette: Shows his drive and passion, his understanding of concequences and clear both interest in the gala and understanding of it’s improtance, creativity, ability to act on others’ pity and other emotions, very good spacial reasoning and more. Ortho’s Halloween Gear Vignette: Him being similar to Kalim <3 Book 5: Ortho has some appearances in Book 5 and it shows both his playful teendome, as well as his emotional intellect, care for his brother, support for him even if he doesn’t find a situation ideal (since he knows he’s doing his best), etc. :) I will not be mentioning Book 7 as I have not read it yet, nor his cerberus gear. Mind you these sources are not extensive, just a quick list I made to prove a lot of my points but not all. :P I will expand upon them in future posts. That is all!! Have a great day everyone and hope this made you think more about the amount of effort subtly put into Ortho Shroud and his characte

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namjoonswaifu · 2 years

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The Seal of the Dragon

Chapter one - Trials and tribulations

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, message me if you feel I need more warnings

Y/N trusted her father. At least that’s what she tells herself. And it’s what she keeps telling herself day after day when each day her father disappoints her more and more.

“I’m using this money for your future” he would say, whilst reeking of beer and stumbling through the door to their house. On particularly bad days, he would barely make eye contact with her as he tells her that his drinking was ‘all her fault’. Her father spent his days, after his fall from grace, drinking away the money that the rest of her family was trying so hard to cling onto, to hold them afloat in the noble status that they were barely a part of.

There were few things that made her life feel just that little bit better, and that was her best friend, Hwang Yeji. Yeji had been her friend since she could remember, her own mother telling her stories of how you were practically raised by both sets of parents. There hadn't been a day that had gone by that Y/N felt loved and appreciated by her best friend.

Hwang Yeji, from the Hwang clan, was a beautiful woman, who was adored by everyone in the town. She had the warmest brown eyes that sparkled in the sun, and her hair was a similar colour to her eyes, only being lightened by the long summer days. Yeji was both taller, and skinnier than you, but she never let you feel like you were any less stunning than she was. Besides your mother, she was your biggest supporter. Pushing you to do bigger and better things with your life.

As much as she was your biggest supporter, she was also the person who worried about you the most. She despised your father, for what he was putting you and your family through, but she knew that there was nothing she could do, other than being there for you, to have a shoulder to cry on when your father spat his harsh words at her.

It was a lovely summer morning, at the beginning of June when the weather was warm, but there was still a calming breeze that swept through the streets, cooling you off as it passed. Today, Yeji had decided she wanted to drag you into the centre of town, where the hustle and bustle were found. You were donning a dark pink Chima with a cream Jeogri, your hair pinned back with a hair stick you had received for your 18th birthday, it was made of silver with a simple pink crystal, the metal details of flowers making the pin even more beautiful in your eyes.

Your white shoes made small sounds against the sandy ground, as you moved towards Yeji's house. It took a few moments for you to reach her house, and just as you were going through the gate, to enter into their garden, you walked straight into a chest. Looking up in anxiety, you see her older brother smirking down at you. a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hyunjin! Omo! I am so sorry, I was in my head again, did I hurt you?" you quickly blurted out, as a soft pink colour swept across your face, your heart racing, worrying that you had in fact hurt the man that was stood in front of you, smiling down at your flustered state.

"Y/N! It's okay, I know what you're like, you've been bumping into me since you were 4, you never could keep your head out of the clouds could you?" he teased "Yeji will be out in a second, mother is finishing braiding her hair, as for some reason, the pabo can't do it herself" he adds. Before you could respond, he cut you off saying "Anyways, duty calls. Stay safe both of you" he finishes, but not before looking behind you. Hyunjin smiles behind you, and then at you before moving around you and out of the gate and down the street. You giggle slightly at the man's antics, he also has been a ball of energy. When you were younger, you had a crush on your best friend's big brother, I mean who wouldn't, he looked like he should be on a poster for everyone to admire. But you soon got over that crush, quickly realising that although you saw the man as attractive, the bond you had was definitely one of a sibling rather than a lover.

You heard quick yet light footsteps behind you before you felt two small and delicate hands rest on your shoulders. "Was he winding you up again?" she asked, a slight smirk on her small mouth, remembering when you told her that you had previously fancied her bother. Your face flushed again before responding "he was telling me that mother was braiding your hair, and calling you... what was it?" a smirk gracing your own lips, before carrying on "oh yeah... a pabo" you ended, looking up at your friend as a look of annoyance came onto her face. You knew she wasn't annoyed at you, rather she was annoyed at her elder sibling. The look that fell over her face next, brought memories back of when the two had been fighting and pulling pranks on each other that you soon got involved in, for both sides. You saw the same mischievous glint in her eye that you had seen in her brother's eyes just minutes before.

"I want nothing to do with whatever scheme it is you are building up in your head" you laughed, linking arms with your friend as you pulled her into the street so you could begin your mission of heading into the town centre. "spoilsport" she retorts, before beginning to pull the two of you into a skip. Smiles filled both of your faces, even as the townspeople gave the two of you quizzical looks.

"what's the plan t-" Yeji began before being cut off by shouts in the streets, as people ran through handing small pieces of hanji to passersby

"THE KING IS LOOKING FOR A QUEEN! THE SELECTION PROCESS BEGINS IN 7 DAYS" was the main sentence that was being yelled out from within the crowds "MORE INFORMATION IS AT THE TOWN HALL" others carried on

Yeji turned to you, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. And without. a word, she grabs your wrist, pulling you full-speed to the town hall.

#poly!bts x reader #bts x chubby reader #poly!bts #bts #kim namjoon imagine #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim seokjin imagine #min yoogni #min yoongi imagine #jung hoseok #jung hoseok imagine #park jimin #park jimin imagine #kim taehyung #kim taehyung imagine #jeon jeongkook #jeon jungkook imagine #the seal of the dragon

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thebiscuiteternal · 2 years

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(no title yet) Day One Prompt: Role-Swap Day Two Prompt: Curse/Ghosts

Reverse-Aged Nies, References to Child Abandonment, Came Back Wrong, References to Canon Character Death, The Inherent Awkwardness of Realizing Your Best Friend’s Brother Is Hot

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Three weeks after his eighth birthday, Nie Mingjue arrives at the Cloud Recesses, escorted by his father's second in command.

Though he knows it's against the rules to spy, Lan Xichen can't resist an eleven-year-old's innate curiosity and peeks around the door frame as shufu talks to the Nie disciple, Jue-di unusually solemn by his side.

"Xichen."

Oops.

Embarrassed, he steps out and starts to bow, but shufu waves it off, looking more concerned by whatever the Nie disciple has told him than annoyed with Xichen's rule breaking. "Nie-gongzi is going to be our guest for the next few days. Please take him and get him settled in a room."

As they walk towards the buildings where visitors are housed, Nie Mingjue is still uncomfortably quiet and withdrawn, eyes on the path below their feet.

"Are you allowed to talk about it?" Lan Xichen finally asks cautiously, well aware of the fact that other sects, like his own, sometimes have situations that Aren’t To Be Discussed with outsiders.

But Nie Mingjue takes in a sharp breath, as if something tightly lodged in his chest has broken loose, then finally raises his head. "I have a brother. An older brother," he clarifies before Lan Xichen can even open his mouth to ask.

Lan Xichen frowns. He doesn't want to imply anything unsavory about Nie Mingjue's father, so he does his best to word what he says next very carefully. "I remember hearing your father and his first wife didn't have any children before she died."

"They had one. That's why she died."

The story comes out in bits and pieces as they leave Nie Mingjue's bag in his temporary room and head out to the back hills where no one will bother them.

Nie-da-furen, it turns out, had died trying to deliver a baby months too soon. The baby in question, tiny and sickly and undoubtedly going to die anyway, had been abandoned outside the walls of the Unclean Realms to prevent the circumstances of his birth (and death) from bringing down bad luck.

And now Nie-zongzhu has come across a very strange and unusual boy wandering the villages north of the Unclean Realms and insists it is that same son.

“Do you think he’s right?”

“I don’t know. I heard a couple of the elders agree with A-die that he looks just like her. And he has green eyes," Nie Mingjue says as he kicks a small rock down the hill.

Lan Xichen doesn't chide him for it, instead focusing on the reasoning as it is being laid out.

Simply resembling Nie-da-furen wasn't proof all on its own. But unusual eye colors were frequently indicative of a parent with a high spiritual power, and Nie-da-furen had been a woman from outside the cultivational world.

And green specifically…

"So... if your father's sure this boy is his, and some of the others think so too… then why-"

"A-die wanted me somewhere safe while they test to find out if he's even human. Some of the other elders think he might be some new kind of ghost or monster out to trick us."

Oh. That was... unfortunately also a possibility, Lan Xichen thought. The Nie sect in particular had gained some enemies among the more intelligent varieties of resentful creatures, and taking advantage of the memory of a lost child would be a good tactic.

"Did you get to meet him?" he asks instead of mentioning any of that.

"They didn't let me get close enough to talk to him. But I did get to see him, and if he's some kind of super powerful monster, he sure doesn't look like it," Nie Mingjue says, finally finding a place he wants to sit and sinking down onto the grass. "A-die said he should be almost fourteen, but he's only barely head and shoulders taller than me and a lot skinnier."

He kicks his feet out and flops back onto the grass and Lan Xichen bites back a smile at the way he's all starfished out, then moves to sit beside him.

"I don't know if I want a brother or not," Nie Mingjue admits after a long while of the both of them just watching the clouds. "I hope he gets to stay. I hope he goes away. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid," Lan Xichen says, reaching out and giving his friend's hand a comforting squeeze. "I don't think I'd be any less confused if I was in your spot."

"Zhan-er would. He'd have bitten him already."

Lan Xichen can't stop himself from snorting. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Never. Or at least not until my core's strong enough to make the scars go away."

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It is halfway through the fourth day of Nie Mingjue's visit that they get word from the Nie sect.

The brother, they have determined, was fully human once, but isn’t anymore, and they still aren't exactly sure what he is.

"So... what's gonna happen to him?" Nie Mingjue asks hesitantly, trying to hide the way his hands twist his robes anxiously by keeping them under the table.

Lan Qiren tugs on his beard, expression unreadable, then folds the letter closed and lays it down. "The sect does not want to take the risk of letting him roam free, but they feel putting him down will constitute an even bigger risk," he says.

Lan Xichen can follow the logic. A dying baby came back as... whatever he is now. Who's to say trying to get rid of him a second time won't bring him back as something even worse, and with an axe to grind on top of that?

"Therefore, it has been decided he will be sealed in the old sword hall."

Nie Mingjue flinches, face going through a complicated series of emotions, then nods. "Okay," he says to Lan Qiren, but as he and Lan Xichen go to get his things, he is scowling as he softly mutters "I hate this."

"Mm?"

"Dead or locked up in a dusty old unused hall. What a choice. It's not fair."

"Your father did vote against both... maybe you'll be allowed to visit," Lan Xichen offers.

Neither of them bring up his own parents.

Neither of them need to.

—

He doesn't get to see much of his friend for quite some time.

Within half a year of their last meeting, Nie-zongzhu’s life ends in a fashion that is as unexpected as it is gruesome-

-”We know who is responsible,” the letter reads, stress and grief and anger practically leaking from the tersely slashed characters, “and it wasn’t Sang-ge.”-

-and Nie Mingjue is being subjected to an urgent and much accelerated political training regimen to prepare him for taking the sect leader’s seat far sooner than originally anticipated.

They barely have the time to trade letters, let alone meet in person, until shufu agrees to take him along to the Unclean Realms for the other boy’s fourteenth birthday.

“What’s all that for?” Lan Xichen asks as he watches Nie Mingjue gather up a tray of uneaten snacks from the banquet tables and a jar of rice wine.

“I’m going to let him out. But first he needs to eat.”

“Let who-” Lan Xichen’s eyes go wide as he realizes. “Won’t you get in trouble for that?”

“Not anymore,” Nie Mingjue replies flatly, turning to leave the main hall, and Lan Xichen catches up to fall into step with him. “After how the last conference went, and that murder attempt a month ago, even the elders who originally voted for death agree I’m gonna need all the strong allies I can get. And Sang-ge may not be loyal to the sect, but he’s loyal to me.”

The passage they end up in is cut deep into the side of the mountain, the lack of windows made up for with ambient energy-drawing torches, an old Nie design from back when the underground rooms were originally being constructed.

Coming to a stop in front of a large iron door, Nie Mingjue hands him the tray, then grabs the heavy knocker.

The sound of it echoes and dies down, then there is a responding click from somewhere inside the metal and Nie Mingjue sweeps away the glowing wards before dragging the door open.

The torch lighting inside the chamber is dim, but there's enough of it that Lan Xichen can see shelves of books and scrolls and dozens on dozens of paintings and sketches hanging up on the walls.

"Who did all these?" he asks, examining them curiously.

"He did. Not like he's got much else to do in here," Nie Mingjue replies as he takes the tray back and heads for the table in the middle of the hall. "Sang-ge! I brought a guest this time. He’s my friend, so be nice."

Lan Xichen gets a sudden, sharp chill up his spine as a shadowy figure in a cloak made of long black feathers just appears next to Nie Mingjue between one blink and the next, but when the mysterious Sang-ge turns and gives him a politely welcoming smile and a gracefully sweeping bow, it's not fear that makes his breath stick in his throat.

He has heard all the old tales of unwary cultivators snared by the elegant beauty of monsters in human form.

Nie Mingjue insists his brother is not evil, and Lan Xichen believes him.

But the way his heart is racing might mean he’s in deep trouble anyway.

#nie mingjue #lan xichen #nie huaisang #xisang #xisangweek2022 #fanfic #mdzs #still not sure bout this one but im tired of editing it

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sicklyseraphnsuch · 1 year

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Simon Sleeps AU

It's a very simple idea, and really Simon should have considered this earlier. But then, as a pair of refugees where one is a very small, vulnerable young girl, sleep was hardly an available option for him. Comfort is an indulgence and safety is a luxury in these times.

When that lady - vampire - vampire lady found him and enthralled him, for one sumptuous second, the Crown had been a silent, inert weight on his brow. Of course, everything had been silent then, even his thoughts ceased. He was barely aware of the world around him, similar to his fits of madness yet more stable, more secure, more directed. He had been a puppet and he had not cared.

Marcy - taller, skinnier, and older in all the worse ways - Marcy saved him. Part of Simon wished that she hadn't. She must have enough trouble looking after herself. She did not need to watch over him. And, well... The vampire lady had left him comfortable and safe, which he had nearly forgotten the feeling of. To be ripped from such a state...

She absorbed the vampire lady. This was a skill that he rarely saw from her. Perhaps Abadeer taught her more tricks then. She was supposed to be under his care after all. He summoned him for that purpose. Where was he? Why was Marcy fighting vampires? Whatever the cause, she broke him from the enthrallment. He started panicking, split roughly between a possessive Crown sinking into his psyche and his pained confusion over the abrupt absence of the vampire's magic.

Marcy used her new powers and hypnotized him to sleep. It worked as well as the vampire's did. Again, the Crown was pushed back, and again, he found comfort and safety. But it was not the absolute emptiness from the vampire. In his slumber, he could think - he could plan. And he had a breakthrough.

When he woke up again, Marcy had moved him somewhere. They were alone in some sort of cave. Marcy was surprised to see that he woke with her name on his lips.

And Simon studies the girl that he watched over so carefully. She's grown, not yet fully - still in the twilight of womanhood but oh so close. But she saved him and she's not a helpless little girl anymore. And he... he already left once - he left with the belief of never seeing her again, at least not as Simon, not with his sanity in tact. This... This solution would not be much of a difference. But it would give them time, just a little more time, and he wants every second that he could steal.

Then he notices the twin marks on her neck. He had read enough to identify a vampiric mark on sight. He catches Marcy's eyes and to his shock, she begins backing away. There is a fear present in her eyes that he never saw even at his worst fits.

"Marcy?"

"I - Glob, why did I wake you? Everything was fine and you were at peace and I..."

"Sweetheart, I don't understand..."

"I donked up... I donked up real bad. I..."

Tears start running down her cheeks and like a well practiced reflex, he reaches out to hold her.

But she flinches away from him. "No! Don't touch me!"

Ah. So that's how it is. She's finally wizened up to the monster that he's becoming. He drops his arms.

Marcy takes a good look at him and starts laughing. "Unbelievable! Now? Really? Where were you - the last I don't know - five years?? Why didn't - I begged for you to stay! And you ran away! You left me behind! And now!! When I'm like this! You want to be close again? Well, it's too late!"

Simon nods. "I'm so-"

Marcy shakes her head. "Don't. I get it now. Sometimes, the best thing that you can do for someone is leave. It's my turn. I get to protect you."

"... Huh? Marcy, what are you -"

His fearless girl closes her eyes, offers a heartbroken smile, and turns around. Simon remembers a younger girl, crying in the snow, calling his name. She may be the one leaving but their roles aren't really reversed. They're separating and like that wintry day, he's still letting it happen.

Well, not this time, not without a fight. Marceline is right. He ran away. But he has a plan now. And he has to let her know.

"I'm a coward. You are the best thing that I could have found in this messed up world. And I gave you up. That's on me. If you never forgive me for that, then... Then that's that. But I'm staying right here, even if you hate me. This time, I'll prove it to you. I won't leave. You can come back and shout at me a million more times. I'll wait until you're ready to be here with me again."

Marcy doesn't face him. But her shoulders shake and both her hands curl into tight fists at her sides. With a breathy gasp that sounds suspiciously like a sob, she spits out, "You're a stupid old man. Do whatever you want."

She flies away. Simon watches her go.

An hour fully passes before he moves again. He doesn't need much, or he doesn't think so. But he should leave a note somewhere permanent. He begins carving a message on the cave walls. Then he builds - he uses his icy powers to build a refuge for his collection. It's a meager, motely assortment of books and artifacts that caught his eye. If he had more time - if he went out more - if he just used the Crown to - no. No! That's the Crown talking.

And it's grown far too loud again. He's out of time. For now...

With his sanctuary built, and his note in place, Simon executes his plan and he freezes himself into a deep, dreamless slumber.

In the end, his plan was very simple. If he froze himself, if he stayed asleep, he can slowdown the Crown's takeover. He can remain lucid for a few more years longer than if he stayed awake the whole time. This way... For however long he can manage, he can keep being Simon - he can keep himself together - for Marceline.

#simon petrikov #marceline #adventure time

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padfootastic · 2 years

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I wanna share a lighthearted headcanon of mine. So, I’ve always imagined that Regulus and Sirius look almost completely identical, just a handful of minor differences and Sirius was just a bit taller, so imagine the Hogwarts students coming up to one Black and desperately hoping it’s the one they’re looking for, only to realize it’s the brother. A good way to tell is to look at their tie, but RIP anyone who sees them out of uniform or from the back. Normally the people they’re with the best indicator, but it sucks when they’re alone so nobody can tell. Sometimes, when they’re on decent, friendly terms, they even switch ties, to the dismay of everyone else. Both Sirius and Regulus have started responding to the other’s name, and they hate this fact.

Remus, approaching from the back: Hey, Sirius, McGonagall is looking for you

Regulus, without looking over: Wrong brother, no clue where Sirius is, good luck and goodbye

ok but i love this!!!

i do think the differences are pretty obvious once u get to know them. like u said, sirius is taller. he’s also a bit more,,,sharp-featured? like reg has some baby fat he absolutely loathes but it never rly disappears. sirius is skinnier overall tho, and he has really bony hips & other joints. they loved playing this to their advantage when they were kids—posing as each other, sirius pretending to be regulus and taking any of his punishments, annoying guests who come to their house etc. bit as they grow older and differences started arising, they tried doing whatever they could to distinguish each other. regulus had longer hair, like their father, and preferred smoothing it back to look older. sirius was more on the shorter, spikier hair end. (he was trying to replicate some muggles he’d seen & also it made him look more similar to james ykno?) but yah, sometimes even that wasn’t enough and u have instances like this.

malfoy: black—

sirius, cutting him off w/o even looking back: not the one u want. he should be on the quidditch pitch.

#sirius black #regulus black #i am so so sorry for how long it’s been in my inbox #but im getting there!#randomly choosing asks to answer rn #like picking chits #there’s also like. potential for angst ykno?#esp in those years when sirius & reg are at their most strained & estranged #and both of them have a love-hate relationship w their looks #idk just something to think about #pen’s asks

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(Diff anon) Hmm, not to downplay it but, I wouldn't completely use [pre-reboot] Archie as a base since it had a different "design philosophy" than the games do. (Wasn't just the echidnas who looked like clones.) Plus, almost everyone was around the same height. The ones that weren't was already pre-established to be such like Rotor or Vector, or were deities like Mammoth Mogul.

Then you had Fleetway where adults foxes were twice as tall as Tails, almost near Vector's height. (Technically AOSTH too with the fake parents.)

Game-wise as far as canids; if Gadget(Forces Wolf Avatar), Hocke-Wulf, the MOSTH Conductor and his wife, and the fox bullies are anything to go by. Tails might not completely tower Sonic later, but may have a few inches on him. And an different physique; since it seems wolves are skinnier than foxes?

But it's all hcs at the end of the day though. (Should the day come to pass, I'm very curious on what Sega would come up with for the fox boy. I don't think any of us can prepare for what he might sound like.)

Hmm, probably. But then the same is also applied on STC verse and AoSTH. All three of them are different from gameverse canon and have their own design philosophy. (I wouldn't say everyone. Archie has a lot of characters and I remember some of them were pretty tall, and they were not previously established either.)

And like I said, animal species is a factor but not like, a determining one. I also mentioned Big and Blaze and the wolves, and in gameverse even the jackals are of the average mobian size and height, not just in comic. So yeah, various factors.

And as you said, at the end of the day, they are headcanons. The more widely indulged 'Tails will be taller' concept is fun and all for jokes and shenanigans when he's a teen but it's not my personal preference for when they are fully grown adults. I headcanon that they'll be the same height when older.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #headcanon #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #anon ask #ask answered

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moonybadger · 2 years

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Just a few thoughts on the Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life character design updates!

Okay so let’s start off on a good note:

Honestly she looks great

Her design was already pretty flawless, and it translated well to the updated art style

Honestly not bad! I also don’t mind her new name

With Molly though (and with one other resident that I’ll get to later) I like the ART of her more then the actual character model?

It’s a very nitpicky thing, but I feel like her hair lost a lot of the volume it had in the original game. It looks a lot wispier, and I prefer how thick it used to look.

Other then that though, she looks great. I like the small changes to her outfit a lot

I actually like this design even more then her original one!

I like that they made her look more tomboyish to contrast just how feminine all the other romance options are

Her old design was also very good, but it was very much of it’s time. This one feels a little more timeless imo

I wonder what her new english name is going to be? I don’t think I’ve seen it anywhere yet

Like Celia, they didn’t change her look too much because it was already really good!

I like that they made her look older and taller, while still making her look younger then other marriage candidates; that’s a pretty important part of Lumina’s character overall.

Her older design also looks very nice!

I also don’t think we’ve seen her new english name either! I wonder what it’ll be? Maybe Luna? Maybe they’ll just keep her japanese name, which is Leona.

OKAY now we’re getting into the weeds a little more

Honestly I don’t MIND this one so much? I mainly miss his big nose and witch hat, which I think they could have incorporated more into the new design. But it could have been worse!

However, just like Molly I don’t like his in game model as much as I like his art! He looks EVEN more cleaned up then he does here and I really don’t like the eyes they gave him!

Yeah, you probably aren’t gonna see them that much, but you can see them when he’s in profile! And I don’t like them!

They’re like the narrower, sexy anime eyes. But I feel like Gustafa should have either rounder, friendlier eyes or just have them be constantly closed in a 😊 type expression

Now for me, Matthew is the opposite of Molly and Gustafa where I actually like his in game model MORE then his art!

I feel like his in game model better captures the old Marlin energy, especially his expression. He also has a longer chin then his art does, which is reminiscent of his old design. See?

That doesn’t mean it’s perfect however; I really wish they’d kept his hair a lot closer to his original design. Like I guess I can understand loosing the mullet, but I wish they’d kept it curlier and darker

It’s also throwing me off that he looks so much skinnier for some reason? Though that’s an element of all the new designs, for some reason it’s throwing me more with him. That might just be a me thing though

Honestly he looks fine, no real notes here!

I’m glad at least one bachelor didn’t go through a major overhaul lmao

I think he also made the transition the most gracefully into the new design of all the bachelors

Wish we had a better image of Cody or some art at least, but this is what we got for now!

I do actually like that they made Cody a bachelor, though I dunno about this design?

He’s so... boringly handsome

I do like that he’s noticeably buffer then the other marriage candidates at least, but they scrubbed off a ton of his old personality. Like what a boring looking shirt and hair style. I miss the mohawk!

Whenever they release his art though, it’ll probably have more going for it.

Tbh, I’ve actually thought most of the bachelor designs in the last like... TWO Story of Seasons games have been sooooo bland looking. Trio of Towns was the last game where there was some interesting guys, but I thought both the redesigns of the bachelors in the Friends of Mineral Town and the designs of the bachelors in Pioneers of Olive Town were so forgettable (ESPECIALLY compared to the girls, who have continued to be very cute and unique!)

That’s it for the marriage candidates we’ve seen so far! I don’t know if we’ll get any more (it looks like Flora’s being confirmed as non-romancable; though who knows, we might get some DLC later or something that changes that! And I wouldn’t be surprised if they brought in new characters entirely like they did with FoMT) I don’t have many thoughts on the other villagers since they didn’t have any major changes, but I think they’re all looking really good for the most part!

On the few that did get a few updates, here’s just a few thoughts on them!

Vesta looks pretty good! I do miss her apron, I think it had a little more personality then the vest she’s got on now, but it’s fine. I’m glad they kept her buff and with giant head

I do also think Hugh was cuter as a kid in the chubbier artstyle, I wish they’d kept that

Chris’s pantsuit is ADORABLE and works a lot better then her old pencil skirt

I DIDN’T REALIZE TEI HAD A MUSTACHE. In the original art I thought he just had a really big mouth! I’m glad I can see the mustache better in the new design LOL

I ALMOST FORGOT PUI. I know a lot of people don’t like his “glow up” but I honestly don’t mind it, I think it looks cute! He’s not a character I really have a strong opinion on lol

The main characters look great! I know there’s gonna be character customization options, but I don’t know if I’ll have the heart to change them from their defaults; I’m too nostalgically attached to them!

#story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon #sorry guys I'm probably gonna be yammering about this game a lot until it comes out next year lol #I have literally not been this excited for a game in years #bored badgering

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drainxx · 6 months

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Nov 23rd 2023

(Before dinner today I weighed in and found that I’d accumulated 2 pounds over night so I’m currently at 114lb, but considering how much my weight fluctuates I can’t afford to see that as a setback)

I talked to my older sister today who is a lot skinnier than me and asked how much she thought I could loose before new years and got some helpful advice.

•don’t eat anything bigger than your fist

•don’t eat more than 1,000cals

And that as long as I’m eating decently until new years I should be expecting to get down to somewhere around 108lbs

But after asking how much if I was walking 10,000 steps every day until then, she said anywhere from 108-105 or lower potentially.

I also told her about how I had lost 5lbs in 4 days previously and then gained two back last night and asked if I had done something wrong,

She said, usually you loose fast in the beginning because it surprises your body and 5lbs in 4 days was a miracle and I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

She’s also a great frame of reference for me as she’s 5’1 at 97lbs and her legs don’t touch. Me being 2 inches taller with different portions, I have hope that my legs may stop touching at around 100lbs (also when I was at that weight in the past if I’m remembering right, I think that was the case)

Newfound inspiration!

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a-rosen-writer · 2 years

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Written thought #3 “The insignificance of significance” - an old post

look at the stars, see their glittering magnificence and shining beauty. every single one of those stars and all the other stars not visible have planets, some of these planets have the possibility of life and that some of between 800 billion and 3.2 trillion planets.

compared to all that earth is nothing, so why the hell do people think they can’t do that one little thing. Stuff happens constantly that will never be remembered by humanity as a whole, so what if you make a small mistake, who gives a shit. earth is young compared to the universe but older than humanity so you standing up on that stage for a minute or 15 doesn’t matter.

I’m not gonna stand here and say people have it worse than you because i don’t know how you have it. but i am gonna say; if you think you should be prettier, skinnier or fatter, more muscular or leaner, shorter or taller, you are mistaken because you looking the way you look doesn’t matter to life and honestly it matters more to you than anyone you think it matters to.

The people you think matter, however old you are, they don’t, right now yeah maybe, tomorrow likely, in a month perhaps. but in 10-50 years, they won’t be anyone but those who were something to some people. ask the youngest person you know, if the name Marilyn Monroe means anything to them.

We humans suffer from the animalistic fear of death and what is worse than an insignificant death? an insignificant life, so we have made it so that we are important. we crave fame not because we want the hassle of being famous or to do the work to become famous, no we want fame because being forgotten is worse than a life of cozy unimportance.

we can see this all the way back to religion, humans though low are most times important in some way, in Christianity though creations of god all stories are about us not god, we were supposedly gods greatest creation. at every turn we make a story about us not just as humans on the grand scale but on a personal level. as a writer i make stories where the main character is similar to my personality just with a few changes.

hide from insignificance and you will never see it, look for it and you will hate it, be found by it and you will accept it.

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daydreams-magic01 · 3 years

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Little Brothers

(Percy Weasley x hufflepuff!fem!reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

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Requested by: Anon

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

House: Hufflepuff

Request: ‘Hi! Could you do a Percy Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader where they’re very close friends and in love with each other. In Ron and Harry’s first year, Ron sees Y/N and Percy look at each other and start blushing immediately, causing him to ask the twins who she is. The twins explain that they are in love with each other , and they overhear and confess their love for each other. Thanks! 💞’

Warnings: None, it is just some fluff, and some swearing.

Words: 1700

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, all other characters but (Y/n) belong to JK Rowling. The scenarios, the reader, ‘Percy the Prat’ nickname and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01 .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, this is my first time writing in years, so I am sorry for any errors. I forgot how to write romance, and I hope that this isn’t cringey. Please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added.

I tried my best at being British, haha.

Thank you.

“What are you looking at?" The new Gryffindor asks. Despite only being a first-year, she already knows almost everything about the school, having read Hogwarts: A History, her favourite book, several times.

“Nothing.” The ginger boy states, beginning to devour his meal once again.

He had been watching his eldest brother and a girl make eye contact, blush, turn away, then make eye contact, blush and turn away again - it is an endless cycle.

“Doesn’t look like it," this first year is skinnier, with green eyes and dark hair. Harry decides to follow his new friends gaze to the Hufflepuff table.

He was looking at a girl.

“I like her hair.”

“What?”

Hermione rolls her eyes at the boy’s ill manners. The first day in, and she is already fed up with her housemates. “It’s pardon.”

He instantly rolls his eyes back at the know-it-all. The first day in, and he is already fed up with her.

“You think she’s staring at my brother because she has ‘nice hair’?”

“She’s pretty. Why were you look at her, Ron?”

“Don’t look at me like that, ‘arry. I don’t fancy her… stop look at me like that!” He huffs, and takes another bite of his drumstick, not caring to swallow first, “ue artud mm t.”

“Oh my god,” the girl rolls her eyes again, exaggerating each word. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, you pig.”

Harry laughs, choking on his water.

“Jesus Christ ‘arry,” he hits his friend hard on the back, “and sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s okay - ew!” Ron hadn't met it, as he opened his mouth wide to show the girl what exactly he’s eating.

She can see a bit of roast potato in there.

He reminded her of a Hoover.

He swallows and starts again, “I said that she started it. She was looking at my brother.”

“Thanks, Ronnie, but we’re third years, and she’s a fifth year, that would be gross -,” the twin on the right starts, worming his way into the conversation.

“ - not that we like older girls, but they don’t like us.”

“Not you two, you idiots.”

The twins are mostly identical, par a few things, for example, George is taller by 1/2 an inch, not that anyone knows which one is George and which one is Fred.

“Wel -.”

“You should be looking at the candles instead, did you know -,” Ron immediately tunes her out, instead deciding to enjoy his meal.

“Ron, are you listening?” His first friend asks, nudging him and nodding towards the girl, earning a huff from his friend.

“I’m honestly fascinated, absolutely fascinated -,” deciding to spare Gryffindor of the pain, he jumps in.

Boring!

“Sorry, but back on topic… well, who is she -.” Ron begins to interrupt as Hermione huffs.

He gets cut off by the old tart before he can finish.

“Attention, students,” the headmaster starts, standing behind the podium, “I have an announcement.”

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“(Y/n), did you get my letters over the summer?” Percy asks, pulling his satchel tighter to his side. He is quite tall, and thin, with horn-rimmed glasses which makes him look rather funny in his brothers’ eyes. He would never admit it, but he was quite upset about the lack of responses.

Every holiday, since their first year, the two have always made sure to exchange letters and hastily reply to each one. This has led to Errol fainting several times, but that could also be due to the constant frights he gets from seagulls and pigeons.

However, this summer, it took (Y/n) almost a week to respond to one, small letter.

Okay, it was four pages long.

Of course, he doesn’t know that she didn’t know how to respond and, it was all his fault.

Last year, (Y/n) had struggled with Charms, which Percy is great at, just like every other subject. So, Percy had offered to help her and, the two spent about eight weeks in the library, every Tuesday and Thursday, alone.

Now, this isn’t the problem.

The problem is that the day before their last, they had decided to cram in some more charm work and look ahead to this year’s spells, using his brother Charlie’s book. They had ended up staying late, and when packing up they hugged for the first time in a few months, but it felt far different.

It gave her butterflies.

“‘course I did, Perce,” the girl turns to him, beaming. “I replied to you. Sorry, it took me so long, a lot was going on.”

“Perfectly alright, (Y/n/n),” she instantly blushes, turning away to instead focus on the very interesting portraits.

He would do anything for her.

“What is up with them?” Ron asks, clueless as ever. He is more focused on not being late because the twins have spared no gruesome tale of the punishments they had received such as being beaten with sticks and having to kiss an ogre!

“I think she fancies your brother.”

The youngest son can’t help but snort. “Don’t be daft. He’s a bloody troll.”

“Okay...”

“Hey! Have some respect, that’s my brother.”

“Boys…” Susan Bones and Hermione sigh to each other, walking past the grumbling two and up the stairs.

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Percy had heard what Ron said about him being a troll, resulting in him playfully chasing around his younger brother once (Y/n) had gone into class, and Ron Harry, and him were left alone in the corridor.

The three of them ended up rather late to their classes.

“I can’t believe you got to Perce without us -,” Fred sighs, putting his arm over the shoulder of his brother as they head back to the common room after dinner.

“- We feel quite betrayed really.” George finishes, tearing his gaze away from Angelina Johnson for a split second to grin at his brother.

Fred found it quite funny, how smitten his little brother is with her.

“How was I supposed to know he heard?”

The twins chuckle, giving each other knowing looks before focusing back on their brother. “It’s not that he heard -”

“It’s the fact that she could have.”

“Who?”

Fred shakes his head again, “tut, tut, tut, little brother. You see, like Georgie with Angelina,” his head instantly shoots up as he glares, “he is completely and utterly in love with her.”

“Didn’t you see them blushing at the feast?”

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Percy wanted nothing more at that moment than to strangle his brothers.

“Who are they talking about, Perce?” (Y/n) doesn’t want to admit it, but her heart had sunk upon hearing it.

The two of them aren't supposed to be here, at this moment. The two were planning to head straight to the courtyard after dinner, before his patrol, but instead, Percy wanted to head back up to his common room to drop off his bags - like a fool!

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“Now, you are probably wondering how can such a sweet girl like our brother?”

“Because believe us, we have tried to figure that out since first year,” George softly sighs, placing his hand on his heart. “We fear Mum, Dad, our darling brothers and ittle sister may not meet her until their wedding day.”

The three of them are no longer walking, instead, they form a triangle outside the entrance to the common room.

“How could a Hufflepuff stand Percy the Prat? Well, we have no idea.” Fred looks to the floor dramatically, pulling his satchel to his chest as he begins to sniffle.

“But, they have been in love with each other for years.”

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(Y/n’s) heart drops, her cheeks instantly flushing.

Percy turns his neck so fast, it is surprising that it didn’t snap.

Miracles work in mysterious ways.

“Sorry?”

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” the Hufflepuff lies, crossing her arms, “I am not in love - wait are you in love with me?” Her jaw drops as she registers what exactly she heard. There was no way he could like her when he is so confident and loud (something which definitely runs in the family.)

“Whaaaa...” Percy attempts to ignore his red face, “..aaat?”

“Oh my god, you do!” She gasps loudly, taking a step back, and alerting the brothers.

“Oh shit,” the four brothers utter in sync, which would have been funny if not for the situation and the fact that all redness has faded from Percy’s cheeks as he begins to look faint.“

You like me too!” His mother taught him not to point, but he can’t help but point an accusatory finger at her.

“Yes, I do.” The Hufflepuff girl beams proudly. It feels right to say it, and when a Hufflepuff is sure, they do not back down.

Oh, how the table have turned, rendering the confident know-it-all into a gaping idiot.

“Wow,” (Y/n) links her hand in his, looking up to him, “if you are this surprised now, I can’t imagine how you’ll react when Hufflepuff crushes you guys at the end of the month.”

She is trying to ease the tension, Percy does not feel eased, his heart is beating too fast for his body, he’s redder than an hour in the sun, and he knows that his palms are sweaty.

“Bollocks,” the three brothers utter by the entrance, entranced with the scene around them.

“Percival?”

This appears to shake him out of his stupor as he bites back a smile, straightening his posture to look down at her. “Well I’ve known you for years, so it isn’t like we barely know each other... hmmm... I guess I love you too.”

Her shoulders sag in relief. “Thank god.”

A few moments of silence pass as Percy waits for his response.

“I already said that I love you, you Nutter.”

He smiles, beginning to slowly lean down.

Her cheeks flush again as she realises what is about to happen.

Not in front of his brothers!

For once, Percy doesn’t care about what his brothers think of him at this moment.

Fred thinks he’s a fool. George thinks he’s gross. Ron thinks he’s a prat, still, although he does still love him, he has to admit.

“S-so you admit that we are going to win?” She whispers, trying to change the subject, but at the same time wanting this more and more.

“Bollocks,” he whispers and just as their lips are about to meet, she pulls away.

“The words before our first kiss is not going to be bollocks,” she kids.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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The Princess and the Guard.

A/N: I have finally started my series and I am so excited to share it with you all! I hope you enjoy and any feedback would be appreciated, I accept constructive criticism!

This series is not historically accurate and is not intended to be so please bare that in mind when you are reading, I am no real expert on how royalty works (even if I am from England).

This series will contain misogynistic language and views, violence, death and nsfw content. I will always put the relevant warnings into each chapter!

Warnings: None in this chapter (one mention of death but it isn’t bad or descriptive).

W/C: 2.8K (The rest of the chapters will be longer but as this is a starting chapter it is smaller).

Teaser, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter Three, Chapter four

Chapter One:

You sighed as you watched Annie pin up your hair through the mirror. You knew you should be more excited about tonight’s ball but you weren’t, you knew your mother and father would expect you to find a suitor by the end of the night. Although it was your brother’s engagement ball your parents were growing concerned about your status, you were yet to find anyone who you would want to be tied with for the rest of your life.

“If you don’t mind my saying Princess, you seem upset.” Annie said as she gave you a small smile through the mirror.

“Annie.” You sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you, it is Y/N behind closed doors.” You smiled wide at her and she blushed slightly.

“My apologies it just feels improper.” She said, she was correct, if your parents were to find out that she called you anything other than ‘Princess’ or ‘your highness’ she’d lose her job in an instant, if not worse. You on the other hand, couldn’t care less, you hated the way people treated you differently because of the status you were born into.

“I do not mind.” You said and she smiled again as she put the final pin into your hair, moving to find the butterfly hairgrip your grandmother had given you so that she could finish off your look. “I just do not have the energy to entertain tonight.” You sighed and she smiled sadly at you through the mirror again.

“You never know, you might meet someone you like tonight.” She said hopefully and you scoffed.

“I doubt that very much. They are all too old or too arrogant, I do not know why mother insists I marry so quickly, I will never be queen.” You said.

“I suppose, if you don’t mind my saying, for a Princess you are quite old to not be engaged or married.” She said shyly.

“I am 23.” You laughed and she smiled. Annie was like a best friend to you, you’d grown up with her, her mother had worked for your own before her untimely death and Annie had started working as your personal maid not long after.

You heard a knock as Annie finished pinning your hair up and you sighed, it was time. Annie rushed to answer the door as you stood and removed the creases from your dress, the corset you had on tighter than usual, you couldn’t wait to remove it. She curtsied straight away, your brother coming into view.

“Little sister, if I may?” He said as he held his arm out and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Harrison, I am 23, I am hardly little anymore.” You said and he laughed as he stood closer to you.

“I am still taller and still older, therefore you will always be my little sister.”

“You are two years older than me.” You stated and he laughed as he held his arm out for you again, this time you took it. He started to walk with you, heading towards the ballroom. Your eyes fell on the figure stood just outside your door, Thomas. Harrison’s personal guard, he was the same age as Harrison, 25 and you found him extremely attractive, you wished at times that things would be different that you’d be able to marry a man like him.

“Thomas.” You greeted with a smile which he instantly returned.

“Princess.” He bowed and your heart fluttered, he was just about the only person you knew who called you princess and it had a positive effect on you. You bit your lip to contain your smile as you walked towards the ballroom, Thomas falling into step behind you both, you walked for a while before Harrison spoke.

“Mother wants you to find a husband tonight.” Harrison said and you sighed.

“I know. I really wish she would leave it alone.” You sighed.

“Y/N, you cannot keep rejecting people, you know it is only a matter of time before mother and father decide on a suitor for you. Pick someone you can somewhat stand.” He said as you came to the doors of the ballroom, Thomas moving in front of you as he opened the doors, your names being announced as you walked into the room. It all seemed so unnecessary, as if people didn’t know who you were before you yourself did.

“You look beautiful by the way.” Harrison smiled at you and you returned it, you were thankful for your brother, you were both close, he was by far your most trusted friend and relative.

You walked gracefully towards your mother and father, curtsying before you fell into place beside your mother.

“Now Y/N, I want you to behave tonight, there is a new suitor I would like you to meet, a Duke. He is the same age as you, so not too old.” She almost mocked and you had to bite back a scoff.

“Let us hope he is not as arrogant as the rest.” You said as the music began to play, drowning out your mother’s next words. You watched as people started to dance, chatter exploding throughout the room, Harrison was placed next to his bride to be, Ellie. You envied Harrison for finding someone so lovely in this society of people you were a part of.

Ellie was beautiful, a true lady and she was perfect for Harrison, perfect to be the future Queen. She was like a sister to you already, you had a close bond and you were glad that she would be a part of your life for the rest of it. Your eyes found Thomas as he stood close to Harrison, eyes scanning the ballroom before they landed on you, he smiled and you returned it.

“Your royal highness.” A voice pulled your attention from the man. You looked to see a man you’d not seen before, probably the same height as Thomas, much skinnier but good looking none the less. His green eyes raked your figure and you almost gagged, blonde hair slicked back in the same way all men of his status had. He held out his hand and you placed yours in his as he kissed the back of your hand. It was almost sloppy, you wanted to pull your hand from his immediately but forced yourself to be polite.

“I am Oliver, Duke of Oxford.” He said and you smiled down at him.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said as politely as you could.

“I hope to see you around my Princess.” He tried to charm and you wished you could have rolled your eyes but fought back the urge.

“See, he is lovely, very polite.” Your mother gushed and you hummed in response as he disappeared. You both watched Harrison make his way onto the ballroom floor with Ellie. A figure stood in front of you and your heart dropped to your stomach. Henry. You’d met him a few times and he was by far one of the worse suitors you’d met, arrogant, rude, you could go on.

“A dance your highness?” He asked as he held his hand out.

“Go on my dear.” Your mother urged and you huffed quietly before placing your hand in his as you made your way to the ballroom floor. He placed his hand too far down onto your waist for it to be appropriate. You moved his hand further up, to the appropriate level when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked over Henry’s shoulder and saw Thomas, jaw clenched as he watched the two of you interact.

You started the dance, you found it boring, you’d danced this dance many times over the years. Henry’s hand continued to wander and you continued to move it, eyes finding Thomas every so often, you watched as Harrison approached him before saying something to him. Thomas’ eyes never left you as you watched him nod at Harrison’s words, you got so lost in his eyes that you forgot about Henry and his wandering hand until it fell almost on your backside. You gasped slightly before stepping away from him.

“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself, need I remind you who I am?” You snapped angrily and Henry smirked.

“Who would believe you? Honestly Princess.” He spat and you huffed before moving towards Ellie, who was now sat at one of the elegantly set up tables.

“Your highness.” She said and you waved her off slightly.

“Y/N, please, we are to be sisters after all.” You said and she grinned.

“Are you okay?” She asked and you huffed as you sat down, not very “princessly” like you were aware, if your mother was too see she wouldn’t have been happy.

“Men.” You uttered and Ellie laughed slightly.

“I feel like I met a true gentleman the night I met your brother.” She swooned and you smiled, they really did love each other, it was warming too see.

“Unfortunately he is a rarity it would seem.” You sighed.

“They cannot all be bad.” She said and you laughed.

“They are not good. I just wish one man would be interested in me and not the title that would come with marrying me.” You spoke your annoyance, it had become an insecurity over the years. “You know I have rejected Henry more times than I can count and he still insists on asking for my hand.”

“I am sorry.” Ellie said clearly not knowing how to respond, she’d been luckier than you.

“No,” you sighed, “I am sorry, this is your engagement party and I am being negative, I apologise.” You said and she smiled.

“We need to stick together, this is a man’s world and if us women need anything, it is each other.” She spoke and you smiled.

You quickly grew bored of the party, too many men had heard, wrongly you might add, that you were looking for a partner tonight. You’d had numerous dances at this point, you’d spent the last half an hour avoiding Henry and his advances. You’d spoken to Oliver a few times and although he seemed nice enough there was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, he seemed a little off.

“I am so happy for your engagement, but I am tired and need to retire to bed.” You said as you hugged Ellie.

“Goodnight little sister.” Harrison spoke as he hugged you. You playfully curtsied to him and he laughed.

You made your way out of the ballroom and headed in the direction of your bedroom, it was quite a walk but the halls were quiet, all the guards who were usually stationed were in the ballroom, seeing to your father’s and the King’s safety. You turned the corner and were instantly grabbed from behind before being shoved against the wall, you gasped out in shock.

“Leaving so soon Princess.” Henry.

“How dare you.” You almost screamed at him. “When I tell my father, the King, about this, he will have your head.” You spat and Henry laughed.

“How could you prove it?” He sneered as his hands trailed down your waist, you slapped his hands and he laughed. “You are going to have to marry eventually princess, why not pick a man who could give you a good time?” He smirked.

“Get your hands off of me.” You said as you slapped at his chest, trying to push him away from you, your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, fear setting in.

“You heard her royal highness.” You heard and you were instantly filled with relief. Thomas.

“This is none of your business. I hear you are Harrisons guard, you are not doing a very good job if you are abandoning him.” Henry spat as he turned to look at him, puffing his chest out in an attempt to look intimidating.

“The Prince is in good hands, I can assure you. The Princess however, does not seem to be enjoying her current company.” Thomas spoke and it was cool and calm, as if there was no fear there at all. It reassured you, made you feel safe.

“Stay out of this.” Henry tried again and Thomas stepped towards Henry and you almost laughed as Henry cowered back in response.

“Unless you would like me to personally tell the Prince what I have witnessed here tonight I suggest you leave and not bother the Princess again.” He spoke and you were impressed, most men would be intimidated by Henry’s status, it was like he didn’t care.

“You have no evidence.”

“I do not need evidence. I have worked for the Prince long enough for him to know I am not a liar and I am sure he will believe his sister over the man who has not so subtly been groping her all evening.”

Henry huffed as he took in his words, your heart rate slowly returning to normal as you realised you were safe. Henry made his way down the corridor almost stomping like a child as he headed back towards the ballroom leaving you and Thomas alone.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked as he turned his attention towards you.

“I am okay, thank you Thomas.”

“Tom.”

“Sorry?”

“It’s Tom.” He said as he cleared his throat. “I was never the biggest lover of my birth name.”

“My apologies, Tom.” It almost felt intimate to call him by a nickname, in a very strange and new way to you, you liked it.

“I will walk you back to your room.” Tom said and you nodded as you fell into step beside each other.

“You know, I have known you since we were both children and I don’t think I have ever been alone with you.” You spoke.

“That would be improper Princess.”

“Y/N.” You corrected and Tom smiled.

“That would also be improper.”

“I am allowed to call you Tom.”

“I am not royalty, I do not have a title.” He said and you laughed.

“I will not tell if you do not.” You smiled and he returned it, you liked his smile, it was warming, comforting.

“I cannot afford to lose this position.” Tom spoke again.

“Should you not be with Harrison?”

“The Prince is well protected at the moment, I will return once I make sure you are back to your room and safe.” It made your heart flutter. “Besides, the Prince personally asked me to make sure you would be alright tonight, he did not like the way Henry was ogling you.”

“So you saved me because you were asked to.”

“Just because I was asked to doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” He spoke and you smiled, he’d dropped the proper speech and it made you smile. It made you feel something in your chest that he wanted to make sure you were safe.

Tom had worked for the palace for a long time, he was similar to Annie, Harrison had grown up with him and asked him to be his guard once he was old enough, you’d always somewhat admired the brown eyed, brown haired man from afar. You came to a stop as you reached your bedroom, you turned to face Tom and he you.

“Well, I am here and I am safe.” You said.

“You are here and you are safe.” He repeated.

“Thank you, Tom.” You said as you looked him deep in those beautiful brown eyes.

“No need to thank me.” He said and you smiled as you reached up and cupped his cheek. He looked confused for a second before he composed himself, you were looking at each other and it was intimate in a way you’d never felt before. You smiled as you reached up, standing on your tip toes as his hand lightly grasped the elbow that was holding his cheek. You placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, a way of saying thank you.

You pulled back blushing slightly to see he was already smiling, you moved away from him and smiled.

“Good night Tom.” You said and he gripped your hand gently in his own, it was soft, warm, and comforting. He placed a soft kiss to the back of it before letting go and bowing. You wished he hadn’t let go and where thankful that none of the guards were there to witness what had just happened.

“Good night princess.”

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qslovebot · 3 years

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Doubt, Denial, and Fucking Destiny: Raymond Wadsworth

Summary: After reconnecting with Raymond when he returns to town, he finds it hard to believe that he was your childhood crush due to the many years he spent believing he was unlovable. Your crush on him never left, it was simply buried, so you prove that you did like him and maybe still do?

Pairing: Raymond Wadsworth x Short Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: alcohol presence, mention of past verbal abuse and bullying, mention of weight loss, self-doubt, low self-esteem, kissing.

Raymond Wadsworth never thought himself deserving of any sort of proper love.

He grew up in a home where every day his stuck-up father pointed out his mental and physical flaws, his wrong choices, and his past and present failures with no hesitation or apology. Constantly under scrutiny and judgement at home, school wasn't much better. It may have even been worse.

The kids would poke fun at Raymond for his looks, his weight being the main target of most of the insults and he dug himself deeper by eating his feelings away.

To top it all off, he spent his childhood believing that he could see and communicate with the dead. With ghosts, to be more specific. And his father called him crazy for it all. You heard whispers of it around the school.

Raymond's childhood was hard, you knew that then as you knew it now, watching him prepare to drink himself away as you watched him down chocolate milk after a beating by older kids in the park years earlier. Many... years earlier. Too many- was this even Raymond?

He was taller now, maybe 6'1, nearly 6'2? He was much thinner now, but he looked decently healthy and his hair was still just as unruly as it had been all the way back then. He was, in fact here and he was also very very very attractive. To you, maybe. He'd always been attractive, even before he became who he was before he returned to the town.

Being about four years younger than him, you had admired him endlessly and achingly as a child. To be frank, he never took notice of you that way, only seeing you as the annoying little brat with the pigtails who chased him around the playground back then.

It was stupid that your heart skipped a beat the moment you knew it was truly him. It had been decades since you last saw him and you'd had many unlasting relationships since then. Here was your crush from when you were merely five and your heart fluttered? Stupid. Ahead of yourself.

But you wandered over to him anyway, sitting down next to him on the barstool. "I thought you had a blood pressure issue," you started, smiling as he froze the hand that held the shot he was about to throw back.

"Yeah... how did you know that?" He questioned before actually looking at you. The moment he lifted his head to get a glance at who was speaking to him, it was like all his organs stopped working at once. He choked on pure air at the sight of you. You couldn't help but smile.

He continued coughing and you laughed, "I don't think taking that shot is a good idea anyway... do you need water, Raymond?" You knowing his name set off a new round of coughing and you and the bartender nodded at each other as they placed a cup of water in front of Raymond.

You watched him try to recalibrate his respiratory system and eventually, he regained his breath, looking up at you through curls. "I'm sorry, uh, hot girls- they usually don't just walk up and talk to me."

"Aaand hot men usually don't choke on absolutely nothing when I approach them, so there's a first time for everything." You smiled, folding your hands and resting them under your chin. It seemed like it took him an extra second to process that you had just called him hot. He was just as shy-seeming as he was then. It seemed like he was also trying to place your face. "You don't remember me?"

"I think I do, I just can't place where..."

"I'll jog your memory," you suggested, immediately reaching to pull your hair into ponytails that stayed put with your fists. You lowered yourself a little and nodded, pulling your mouth to one side to mimic the way you looked so long ago and his jaw dropped.

"(Y/N)! No way! Oh my god, you're still 5'2!" He gasped, running a hand through his hair. So he did remember you after all. "-And you have boobs now, that's- that's great." His eyes drifted and you snapped to get his attention back up to your face. "You look- you look great, holy fuck."

"Thak you, so do you," you shook your hair out again and bit your lip. "You look so much happier."

"You can say skinnier," he shrugged.

"I would say skinnier if that's what I meant, Raymond, but I meant happier." He seemed a little bit surprised. "I see that you are but frankly it never mattered to me. I liked you anyway."

His eyebrows narrowed, "Liked me anyway? Weren't you like... five when we met? I was... nine-ish. And you... you would follow me around, was that a crush?"

"It was," you admit, a small smile tugging your lips again, eyes fluttering from his hands back up to Raymond, who looked baffled. It made sense that he thought nobody liked him back then. Your reveal to liking him then seemed to grip him with shock well enough. Wait until he understood just how long. "-And it lasted until I was thirteen and you were... seventeen. I think that's around when you went, wasn't it?"

He nodded, eyes drifting. You snapped again and his mind snapped back to where it should be. "Y-yeah. When did all this... happen, because when I left you were..."

"Conventionally unattractive." You finished. "Well there's one word to sum it up and it's puberty. It hit me, it hit you and now we are right back where we started and you seem just as likeable."

"And you're far less annoying..." he trailed off. "I cannot believe you're still here."

"I can't believe you're back." You grinned. You could see his interest in you as he sat there. Was he wearing pyjamas? It all seemed to add up. You were here, he was back, and your heart kept fluttering oddly. So you spewed it, "I think my crush for you is still here, oddly enough."

It was fun to see him joke on air again. "You still like... me?" He seemed so shocked to hear it. "Woah woah woah, no. You can't have my wallet. Or are you a prostitute now?"

"Not a prostitute, I was trying to hit on you while being sweet at the same time," I sighed, downing the shot Raymond had in front of him. He didn't seem to care much about it. He was swallowing hard now, sharp cheekbones flushed.

"Genuinely trying to hit on me?" He questioned again. He really didn't believe you, huh? But it made sense, what with his upbringing. The overweight kid who saw ghosts- the reputation didn't fare well. So you decided maybe,

"We should get out of here, Raymond. Those bitches over there are still picking on you and you can't really drink without your blood pressure killing you, so I say we just go for a walk." You suggested. His long fingers rested on the edge of the bar and you let your smaller hand close around his. "I've paid for my drinks and I will pay for yours." You slapped money down on the counter for the bartender.

"A walk?" Was all he could really say before you led him out of the bar and into the night. You could only imagine what was going on in his mind. An ugly annoying girl from his childhood was now hot and socially decent and now he finds that girl still likes him and always liked him, even at his worst... Must be exciting.

The breeze was cool outside, but the air around the flow was warm. You finally answered, once a few steps from the bar entrance. "Yes, a walk. Bar settings tense you up, look at how loose you are now. You don't even notice you're still holding my hand." You teased, giving his hand a squeeze before interlocking your fingers with his. He turned pink again and it could be seen even in the flickering lights of the street.

"I suppose I'm confused... You don't think I'm gay?"

You narrowed your eyes, "Are you?"

"NO!" He shouted back. "Why does everyone think that?"

What the fuck? "I never suspected you were but looking at you, maybe it's the ascot."

"The ascot?"

"The ascot." You replied with a small smile. "I don't think you look gay... I don't even think it's possible to look gay. You do look cute though. Maybe those other bitches who called you gay are gay."

He nodded, halfway through untying it. Both of you kept walking down the sidewalk. "Thank you." I could tell he was trying not to say too much now. He was doubting himself.

I sighed, swinging Raymond's arm over my shoulder, fingers never unlocking. I could feel his hand trembling a little. "Raymond, I know this was sprung on you, but I did and do like you. I have yet to properly figure who you are now, but I do." You made sure to look up at him so he knew you were serious.

His mouth was open as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't. Until he did. "Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

Holy fucking shit. You began to rant, "No, Raymond! I'm just a girl. I'm just a girl and I like you and I want to maybe know you before you head off again. This whole town is a fucking gravity pit, a fucking black hole and I would like for once, for someone to want to talk to me. AND, I would like nothing more than for you to know that people are in fact capable of liking you romantically, despite everything your asshole father may have told you, or the kids at school who couldn't see your worth then or now and I-"

He spun you, fingers still intertwined and suddenly, his lips were on yours, and he wasn't particularly sweet or gentle. In fact, it was ravenous. He pushed you against the wall of the building you were passing. It seemed like the slightest bit of reassurance, the slightest bit of someone showing him how much he was worth, set him off. But you didn't really care.

Raymond's shaking hands slid into the roots of your hair, holding your face as he kissed you with great passion. With muffled 'mmmm's and wandering hands, you gripped him by the ascot, holding him down to your height.

But you couldn't kiss him much longer. "Raymond, I don't want to take advantage of your insecurities," You mumbled against his lips. You had been more confident earlier, but he had you practically unravelling. "I've always liked you, I have, and I'm so glad we just kissed, but-"

"My heart is beating too fast to properly hear, but I know you're sweet as hell and I really just want to pretend we're teenagers and make out for forty minutes nonstop, is that okay?" He interrupted with rambling, and it was more than clear what he wanted.

"How about forty-five, ghost boy?" You yanked him down by the ascot again and his hands went right back to either side of your face while he pulled you into the alleyway. He got his forty-five minutes and it ended sweetly, with him making you promise to come and see him tomorrow. You agreed, watching him go. He walked backward as to say goodbye, but tripped over a garbage can.

He was alright. There would be a conversation piece in the bruise he would probably get tomorrow. Call it fate or call it fucking destiny that he was back and your feelings were still there. All these years and you finally had what you'd wanted so long ago. Plus, it was only the beginning.

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