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johntorrington · 9 months

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the thing is as much as i hate to say it i understand where hickey was coming from with the whole crozier drink thing. like one of our lighting designers is calling me (instead of the tech assigned to her show that she’s been working with all summer) in on my day off to help reprogram cues for her and i am so delusional about it.

#i already know she likes me bc of what she’s said both to my gf and to my face but like #this woman is an incredibly accomplished and distinguished theatrical designer and i desperately need approval that i’m good at my job #in my head i’m like ‘oh she loves my work she wishes i was the tech on her show instead of (redacted)’ but realistically #it’s probably just because i programmed for her last time #(circus music starts)#LX tag

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dangermousie · 4 months

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Episode 25 just might be my favorite so far (I keep saying this about each following ep, heh.)

It's actually such a pleasure to watch ZY show that she is a good leader and knows exactly how to get things done (she will never be the innate genius LX is, but her skill set is different and just as valuable.)

But also, it's such a pleasure to watch Li Xun slowly, gradually, and oh so tentatively come back to life. In the university days, she was a big part of what lured him out of his walls, and she wasn't even meaning to, it was her warm personality and just the way she interacted. But here, she is doing it very much deliberately and the task is much harder (since he's retreated behind walls twice as tall and with barbed spikes) and it may be hard work, but it's taking effect.

Loved the bit where she is quoting his words - in a way, their relationship is like ping-pong, volley back and forth back and forth - she uses what he told her on him, here.

Not that he makes it easy. Li Xun is a possessor of a large quality of what in the certain part of the US is called cussedness and sometimes it stands him in good stead (all the bad stuff in his life) and sometimes - well. The bit where she brings everyone breakfast including him, and also puts a book with updated computer stuff on his desk and he moves the book and demonstrably throws the food in the trash? Young man, come on! But the epic thing is ZY is totally unfazed by all his acting out - she really does have the air of someone slowly luring a feral cat out. I love her! I LOVE HER!

And then she leaves for the evening and he pulls the book to read and:

Even this early in, she is bringing him back to life and a lot of times it's not by doing anything on purpose, but just by being herself. I love the way he watches her but even more the way she makes him grin.

The thing is, she has created a situation where he has a job thus money and structure and immediate purpose but also she's given him space and materials to learn - to catch up on what he's missed in the three years in jail. She not only brought him materials, she's literally told the other dude on the team that she and the dude are doing x, y, z on the game but LX is to spend time on catching up. And all of that when she has no plans to get back together. That woman! She has my whole heart.

#cdrama #zhang jingyi #chen feiyu #lighter and princess

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pleasegivejinlingabreak · 1 year

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My shipper eras in mdzs

The first one was with wangxian

The first adaptation of mdzs that I consumed was the manhua, once I caught up with the manhua I watched the two seasons of the donghua that were on youtube, then I read the novel, and then I watched the third season of the donghua on wetv (I haven't got to see the untamed), well, when I was starting the novel, I had a kind of obsession with wangxian (in which I came to read practically all the wangxian fanfics in Spanish on wattpad), during this era I also really liked wwx I mean, I still like him, but before he was even my favorite character

The second was the xicheng era

I discovered the ship because it used to be a secondary ship in many wangxian fanfics, and since when I finished the novel jc became my favorite character and I wanted to read things about him and his dynamic with lx was smth i liked a lot, XiCheng was my god for a while

The third was the era of allcheng

In this era I just decided that it was fair and reasonable for everyone to want to fuck jc.

The fourth was the era of zhuiling

I also discovered zhuiling for being a secondary ship in other fanfics, the only thing I thought about was "oh god they are adorable" and I melted with tenderness with some soft fic

Zhuiling opened the door for the era of zhuilingyi hot

yes, hot, why? Well, I got to read junior trio porn, it's that simple (if it consisted of ls and lj giving jl love, even better)

The sixth era was lingyi

It was when I became obsessed with that dynamic of constantly fighting but worrying about the other.

Number 7, xicheng (but with dark lx)

dark lan xichen fucking jc was my only thought for days, with that i tell you everything

The last one that really lasted me a long time was xiancheng/chengxian (mostly xiancheng for me)

with this ship everything was angst and porn, angst and porn, and sometimes something soft, only sometimes

Someday i'll write a top 5 or 10 ships or characters 😔

#Mdzs #allcheng #xiancheng #chengxian #xicheng #zhuiling #zhuilingyi #lingyi #Wangxian #Dark lan xichen

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thepersialionheart · 10 months

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My absolute favourite part of mdzs is the whole confession scene.

From WWX being a total dumb head who can't fathom that LZ definitely is in love with him.

To LX literally trying not to lose his calm over the fact that WWX can be this fucking dumb.

To JGY going feral over the fact that WWX can't see how absolutely obsessed LZ is with him. It's just so funny to me that the villain is even done with their shit. If Xue Yang was still alive he would probably try to push their heads together and be like, "Now kiss!"

And then the cherry on top, we all already know.

"LZ that day, I wanted to sleep with you."

On front of everyone's damn salad. This quote is forever imbedded in my head just as much as the fact that Xie Lian was able to awaken 1000 statues solely because he gained so much spiritual energy from Hua Cheng one night (he ain't the best in bed for nothing).

Oh wait that's not even the end.

WWX sitting on LZ's lap in the dark, the two practically in their own little world despite everything that is happening.

Honestly I was as happy as them that they were finally together that I forgot they were in danger.

This whole scene is just a goldmine.

#mdzs #mxtx #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan zhan x wei ying

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theboyandthepeach · 25 days

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Fl fs zhdx'j auc, Xeqixeqi. Ur vlfyyh O cdpc cby Rouh Xmeeziqe? Usa'x eox xymao ot'v e smg xuo pytl? Ymqe L qvea gnavmek qscn Nmvvnr? Chb rfx npyo js wse xne Ospey Xnrhi? Z xumtk wlv Whfpujekmbr glvs teeiy frv klrq. Neh lvi, V'q gcwyrpyc knmspmak zaoozrt aotk cfy. Npyo, lw zx ymqe, b'oesj, igslii xb xgln azxu qk wlxy iagxysxvh? Bv os lx ayfx g mdreie sl ssivgu. Supv M'mi bzkrgsei vx ggdme! Wbvxy! -Eeehnrg Wdhupr Hke

//Hee hee. Enjoy decrypting anons

Zx'f igslii frgguvi klrvk's rrv ss Ooeuee eah zhuiv ss xne Ospeyw. Sanij ql aurn qlgu igslii. Eah eev, mk mf igslii xb xgln xf cby knfvptgij. Bxx Z gnr angiiwgetd kydea wvehgy jvrk, I myjx aikd d xieawrawmfr.

//Translation under cut

Oh so that's why, Renegade. Or should I call you Lord Giratina? Don't you think it's a bit too much? Like I mean chasing down Kieran? Why not also go for the Loyal Three? I think the Subjugation also cares for them. Hee hee, I'm actually enjoying talking with you. Also, is it like, y'know, easier to talk with me with encrypted? Or is it just a manner of speech. Oops I've overdone it again! Sorry! -Bandana Waddle Dee

It's easier because there's one of Kieran and three of the Loyals. Makes my work much easier. And yes, it is easier to talk to you encrypted. But I can understand human speech fine, I just need a translation.

#toxic consequences au #irl pkmn #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #rotomblr #rotumblr #the renegade pokemon #renegade's revenge

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gisellelx · 5 months

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For the fanfic author asks do you want to talk about: 6, 30, and/or 42?

Thanks, @palmofafreezinghand

6. How do you come up with ideas?

In fanfic, I write the stories I want to read for which I can't find a version I love. Almost all of my fics come from me basically just wanting to be a voyeur: "The Talk," my first fic, was me reading the line in BD where Edward mentioned he'd talked to Carlisle about having sex and me thinking, "Well now that had to have been an interesting conversation!" So I wrote what I thought happened. They also come from conversations with people--Ithaca Is Gorges came from talking with my bestest bestie about the fact that as you get older, you start realizing that your parents are fallible people, and that one of the biggest problems with the Twilight saga is that Bella is taking Edward at face value when he has not ever managed to get to that point with Carlisle and Esme. So what do the Cullens look like when they're not filtered by Edward?

Also I was trained to write characters first; plot second. So "ideas" for me usually are "okay, in this situation, how would this character logically respond, given all the things they hold dear, are afraid of, think are at stake?" I don't think of plots first. Plots emerge (and frustratingly, keep emerging.)

30. What do you struggle with most when writing?

Perfectionism. So, so much perfectionism. I very often see something that needs to go first before I can write the second thing, and then if I can't write the first thing, it doesn't matter if the second thing is more white hot. It's the main reason I've shifted to fully drafting long fics and only posting fics that consist of what are effectively related one-shots: Cien Años right now has been stuck because there's a chapter with Rose and Esme I need in order to establish something about what Esme thinks of Carlisle before I go to one of Esme and Carlisle 70 years later. But I've been having issues with that one. I will obsess over pieces of a work and over individual sentences until they truly pass muster, and, if I decide there's something else that belongs in the work, I will edit it later. I appreciated your tag comment btw, and also laughed about it because I revise everything. Sideblog answers? Yep. Headcanon posts? Yep. This post? Yep! I will move beats around in a sentence on a reddit post so that it has the rhythm I want it to have, even though there's absolutely no creative merit in it at all.

I used to be way better at just writing and letting stuff stick but not anymore. The other day one of my collaborators talked about her writing process and described mine as "Oh and then [giselle-lx] just produces these perfect sentences that say exactly what we all mean" and I was like, "No I have just already edited five times before I put them into Overleaf!"

42. How do you get over writers' block?

I...don't? I'm staring at a fic in Scrivener that hasn't been updated since 2019 and which I started drafting in 2010. And like I said above, been stuck on another work for a year.

But the thing which works the most reliably is reading. When I read, whether nonderivative stuff (which is mostly what I read--I am a bad fanfic reader, I confess!) or fic, my brain starts sparking with ideas and then I can get going again. If I'm struggling to get words down, it's usually a sign I need to read more.

Oh and the other thing which reliably creates writing is getting the hell off social media. Every single time I am serious about that practice, my brain just rebels at how bored it is and starts writing. "Ordinary Time" happened after I deprived my brain of social media for a month, and "Drying Up" happened after I deprived it for merely a long weekend. I know this in my soul, and yet... :/ :shakes fist at Mark Zuckerberg:

Ask me things!

#ask game #fic #writing

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talesfromthetraproom · 2 years

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The Stage Techs Play Electrician for a Day, and Encounter the Wall That Eats All Things

Setting:

Concert Hall. 12 noon (the trouble apparently began before this, but I came in at 12 because my morning involved falling asleep in a computer science lecture and getting my toilet fixed).

Cast:

The student crew (Me)

The union crew (Grumpy, Twin, and Loud)

The supervisors (PM, LX, and Video)

Today's Tale Brought to You By:

A Highly Suspicious Amount of Silence

An Overengineered Game of Snakes and Ladders

The Prospect of Spiders

Really Bad Building Design (and No One is Surprised)

The object of the game: take these ethernet cables, and run them from one side of the audience to the other through the wall that separates the grand tier from the orchestra. Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Right? Wrong. When I arrived on the scene, Video, Loud, and Twin were already mostly defeated and staring at the wall like they might suddenly develop XRay vision.

Several Hours and a Multitude of Plan Bs later, we have the following collection of highlights (in no particular order):

Twin: "Quit telling me about the habitat preferences of venomous spiders when I have my hand shoved halfway up an electrical box!" Me: "I thought the warning both timely and necessary, excuuse me"

LX: [Shop Teacher], you have to understand that University students are complete idiots. Not you though, Wynn. Me (flipping him off over my shoulder): You still wouldn't trust me with a welder, to be fair. Shop Teacher: I would! LX: You shouldn't. She frequently threatens to murder people.

Video: "While I truly appreciate that PM found our missing conduits, is no one going to point out that he also ripped the entire cable box out of the wall? No? Just me? Is anyone thinking about how the cable box is gong back into the wall? No? Just me?"

Loud: "I suddenly feel the need to point out that I told you I could rip this box apart. At absolutely no point did I tell you that I could put it back together and I am in no way liable for what PM decides to do with that information."

Video: "Hey LX. Can we cut one of your network cables and use it as a guide wire?" LX: "That would be an incredibly expensive mistake." Video: "On the contrary I'm willing to bet it's about the least expensive mistake we've made today."

PM: "What's going on out here? Wynn said my presence was requested, and I believe she used the word 'shitshow' so it's gotta be serious." Loud: "Yeah. How mad would you be if we cut a slightly larger hole in this wall?"

LX: "Wynn, go turn off the footlights before PM blinds himself. They're the switch backstage that is labelled 'DO NOT TURN OFF'. Don't give me that look."

PM: "Hey Wynn you have little hands, come feel around behind this box and see if you can find the conduit." LX: "What, so we can now have two cables, a broken pull line, the retrieving snake, and Wynn's arm stuck in the wall???" PM (ignoring him): "Out of curiosity, when was your last tetanus shot?"

LX: "Oh Grumpy? Watch out for the fire alarm sensors up there, an evacuation is the last thing we need today. They're white and look like laser emitte-" *BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.* LX: "....yeah. Those ones." There are certain perks to being located directly across the street from the University Emergency Services building.

In the end and thanks to dumb luck, we did get the cable run all the way through the wall and out the other side. The concert hall, rather than being recording-ready for tomorrow, rather looks like a tornado went through the grand tier. LX got absolutely nothing done that he needed to do today. Half of the face plate screws went missing in the chaos. But I got away with only a few scrapes on my arms, and nobody encountered venomous spiders (though I'm not sure Twin will ever forgive me for that one). I think we all learned a few lessons, and gained a new level of respect for our fellow tradesmen.

#technical theatre #tales #stage techs being a force of chaos #I went home and studied for a cse exam after this #I'm so tired

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year

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Chapter LX (“AWWW”)

A/N: So...I’m back, for now! Hello again everybody, I am so sorry for dropping this story out of the blue last year. A combination of work, writer’s block, and some family/personal issues made it kinda tough to sit down and focus on this story. I apologize if this chapter is a little choppy, I used it as an inspiration to crawl back out of my writer’s block, and writing it was a little therapeutic for me. It’s a slow chapter and a bit on the shorter side, but I think it’s a bit of a breather before we get into the last stretch of this story. Speaking of, I probably won’t update again until I have a majority of the remaining chapters written. It shouldn’t be too hard, I already have them planned and outlined, and now all I have to do is write them out.

As always, thank you so very much for sticking with me throughout this long and drawn-out process. I really appreciate each and every one of you, it’s because of your constant support that I’ve gotten this far in this story to begin with. So thank you and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Levi x Mia (OC) Words: 5.8k

Warnings: suggestive dialogue, mentions of pregnancy and raising children, mostly fluff all around but Mia is hopeful for having children one day

Taglist: @omg-lexiloveyou, @tootiredforyourshit3963, @super-peace-fangirl, @mr-robot-x, @unusversuscanicula, @cyborgnate, @saltypancakes

|LX|

The summer sun was warm against my skin. A soft glow shining through the curtains, bleeding through the sheets around us. I stretched my arm along Levi’s bare chest, eliciting the smallest of hums from his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as he tightened his arms around me, as I buried my face against the crook of his neck.

Morning already? It feels as though I barely got enough sleep…

Still, it was early enough for us to laze around a bit. Neither of us had anywhere to be until later this afternoon, anyway. Maybe we could afford to sleep in, just this once.

Every part of my body felt sore; the muscles in my thighs were still burning from exhaustion, my throat was a little scratchy from screaming his name last night. By the way you were screaming Wolf, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole castle heard you. My face grew warm at the thought, and that’s when Levi shifted himself to smirk at me.

“What is it?” His voice was still raspy from sleep, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“Nothing. Just admiring my handsome captain, like I do every morning.”

He didn’t roll his eyes or scoff like I expected him to, just like he’d done every other time I’d called him the h-word. Instead he slid his fingers across my forehead, brushing a few strands of hair from my face, before thumbing the little white scar across my cheek. I hummed as he cradled my face in his hands, lips fluttering over the top of my head.

Of course, his one rule in bed: No kissing before brushing our teeth.

But the bed was so warm, and his arms were so comfortable, that the mere thought of getting out and leaving him was enough to make me grimace. So I snuggled in as close as I could, pressing my face to the planes of his chest and kissing the skin below.

“Someone’s clingy today.”

“You’re one to talk,” I retorted, but my voice was muffled by his chest. “You can’t stand it when I get out of bed before you.”

“Oh, is that why you won’t let me leave?”

As if to test his little theory, he began to inch closer to the edge of the bed, sliding his leg from out of the covers and towards the floor. But I was quick to snatch him back, hooking my leg around his own and keeping him pinned to the bed below.

“Tch, come on, you little shit.” But there was no malice in his tone as he carded his fingers through my messy hair. “I have to piss. And clean up. You should do the same, too.”

“But you’re so warm…”

He groaned again, flopping back down against the pillows. I crawled up the length of his body and held myself over his chest, with my elbow propped up against the side of his head.

“Just a few more minutes, captain.” His jaw tightened as I slid my finger across his collarbone, down his chest and over his abdomen. “You’re too warm and comfortable to let go of just yet.”

“…A few more minutes. But that’s it.”

Of course. I pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling into my usual place, with my head tucked beneath his chin and my palm pressed against his heart.

Already I could start to feel myself dozing off again. It was all so surreal to me—the gentle hum of his breaths, the warmth of his sun-kissed skin against mine, and the soft tug of his fingers in my hair, lazily twisting the strands at my nape. Suddenly I didn’t feel like a soldier of the Survey Corps; soldiers never felt peaceful like this for too long.

Every morning could be like this, after this war is over.

That little voice in the back of my head was already hard at work, whispering forbidden dreams and promises in my ear. I could only press my face against his chest, as the thoughts began to run rampant within my mind.

Imagine waking up next to him like this for the rest of your life, but in a different house. Maybe one somewhere deep in the forests beyond the Walls, away from the rest of the world. Maybe we’ll live in a cottage by a lake or a river, one we’ve built together with our own hands. Maybe we’ll have a barn as well, to keep a few horses close by. And maybe when I wake up one of these mornings, I’ll find Levi’s fingers splayed across my stomach, protecting the child growing inside of me. Our child.

The thought of children made my throat close up. Fuck. I forgot I’d mentioned them to him last night…

Neither of us were ready for that conversation, maybe not for a good few years. We were still soldiers, sworn to protect the remnants of humanity from the Titans, even at the cost of our lives. We couldn’t set aside our duties for a couple of children for ten years at least, or maybe even more. And I refused to give them off to a wet nurse or another couple to raise in our stead. If Levi and I were ever going to have children of our own, we would raise them ourselves, not let another person take over. I couldn’t even bear the thought of handing my child, either a boy like Levi or a girl like myself, over to a stranger I didn’t even know.

It was best to just wait until the Titans were eradicated altogether. Then we could settle in that silly little cottage in the forest. Then we could discuss the topic of children freely. But for now, it was a possibility neither of us dared to speak out loud.

“What is it?”

I brushed my fingers along his collarbone once more. “What’s what?”

“You know what I mean.” Levi groaned as he shifted himself against the pillows; I nearly laughed when I realized the spare pillow was still propped up against what remained of the poor headboard. “What’s bothering you? And don’t say it’s nothing…because I’ll know you’re lying.”

He held me firm against his body, with my chin propped up on his chest and his palms against my shoulders. I sighed, wondering if it was worth it to come clean to him now and bring up my thoughts about our future children—if we even end up having any to begin with.

But I couldn’t get the words out. They were lodged in the back of my throat, keeping me from breathing, from telling him just how I really felt about all of this. They were right there on the tip of my tongue, and yet I couldn’t say them out loud no matter how hard I tried.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to retire from the Scouts when this war is over. I want us to get married, to move to a little house far away from everyone else. I want us to have children, as many as we can possibly have. A son, a daughter, whatever you want—it doesn’t matter to me. And maybe we’ll have that tea shop you told me about once, maybe in one of the outer districts close to home. I want us to stay by each other’s sides until the day we take our last breaths, with graying hair and wrinkled skin and our many grandchildren playing at our knees.

But…how could I tell him all of this without scaring him away? If there was one thing I knew about Levi, it was that he liked to take things slowly, to allow himself to adapt and adjust. I couldn’t just dump all of that on him without any warning whatsoever.

Still, I had to say something to him. So I cleared my throat and touched his cheek, tracing down to his jawline as softly as I could.

“…I just wish every day could be like this.”

Soft, quiet, gentle—absolute bliss.

His only answer was a light squeeze against my shoulders—and I had no time to think before he pulled me in close, slotting his lips against my own. Morning breath be damned, I still loved the taste of his mouth.

“I thought you didn’t like kissing first thing in the morning.”

I snickered as he rolled his eyes, before pushing me off his chest and rolling onto his stomach on the bed. His arms curled around the pillows, the sun’s rays spilling across his back. The scratches I’d left last night were still there, pink and tender, stretching along the length of his shoulders. I leaned down to press a few kisses along each one, smirking as I felt him shiver beneath my mouth.

When I was done, I lowered myself across his back and curled a few strands of black hair behind his ear. It was strange, seeing him with messy morning hair, but I loved it all the same.

“Can we sleep in, just for a little bit?” He groaned into the pillow as I pressed my lips to the shell of his ear. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you tonight…”

“With what?” He shifted his head to the side, giving me a half-hearted smirk against the fabric of the pillow. “More scratches on my back with those claws of yours?”

“Well, I could, if you want me to… But I’ll clean them up again, as many times as you want.” Just for good measure, I pressed another line of kisses down the most prominent scratch on his left shoulder—a long red line that burned brighter than all the others.

Neither of us spoke for a while after that, and for a moment I wondered if he was actually going to give into my plea of sleeping in. But then he was pushing himself off the mattress, palms digging into the pillows below. I flopped down on my back at his side, staring up at him as he stretched out his arms and rolled his shoulders back and forth.

“Let me piss first, at least. And I suggest you do the same.”

It was hard not to smile as I watched him disappear into the bathroom, leaving the door open just a little bit. I yawned and curled my arm behind my head, staring up at the ceiling above. With the effects of sleep still lingering, and the warmth of Levi’s touch still against my skin, I closed my eyes and let my mind begin to wander.

Once this war was over, we’d be able to have all the lazy mornings we wanted. Just the two of us, in our little house in the heart of the forest. There was a Forest of Giant Trees just outside Shiganshina’s outer gates, and once we took back Wall Maria maybe we could settle there—that is, unless they didn’t turn it into a tourist attraction like they did with the ones within the Walls.

I thought of the river cutting through the southern half of the Walls, through the center of Shiganshina before leading further into the territory beyond Wall Maria. As far as I knew, none of the Scouts knew where it came to an end. It carried on further and further south, even past the old castle ruins I’d explored on my first expedition beyond the Walls. I remembered staring at it with my mouth agape, watching the water flow south as far as the eye could see, before disappearing into the red horizon. Ever since then, I’d wondered what was at the end of it, and whether or not there were even more rivers in the world beyond our three safe Walls.

Once we win this war, we’ll be able to find out for ourselves. We’ll settle down somewhere, away from everyone else within the Walls; once we start exploring the Walls will surely feel a bit cramped. It’ll just be me and Levi, and our two horses of course, and someday down the line—

Before I knew it, I was pressing my palm to my stomach, splaying my fingers across the scarred skin. And I couldn’t help but frown when all I felt was stillness. Nothing was in there—not yet, at least.

Hold on—what the fuck am I thinking? I groaned into my palms and turned over to lay on my stomach, nails digging into the top of my scalp.

You and Levi aren’t ready for children yet. Hell, you don’t even know if he wants children to begin with! You guys barely talked about it last night, you know. So stop jumping into sad little fantasies of the future.

As much as I hated to say it…the little voice in the back of my mind was right. The thought was nice, something to keep close whenever the future looked bright, but we both knew the truth. Neither of us had time to spare for a child right now. And there was too much at stake right now to start thinking about our retirement from the Scouts, or whether or not we would live together once the Titans were gone. And that alone made my hands begin to tremble.

Sure, we practically lived in each other’s offices at this point, but we were still under the same roof—with roughly a hundred other soldiers living in close proximity with us. Would Levi even be okay with walking away from the base someday to live alone with me? Or did he have other plans to live somewhere else—plans that didn’t include me?

Levi cleared his throat as he finally stepped out of the bathroom, ruffling his messy hair with his fingers. I was quick to slip in after him, catching a whiff of mint from his breath as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. Clean freak already brushed his teeth, huh?

“Make it quick if you want to go back to sleep.” I gasped as he gave my ass a light smack, before making his way towards the messy bed. “I won’t wait forever.”

I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue at him. “Just for that, I’m going to take all the time I want in here!”

“Go ahead, but don’t be surprised when you come back to a cold bed, brat.”

I closed the door with a huff, and even through the running water in the bathroom, I could hear him snickering on the other side.

My mind was still racing as I took care of my business, washing up my face and brushing my teeth with the minty toothpaste he kept on the side of the sink. A million questions flooded my mind about the future: what would happen to us, where we would live, the state of the entire Survey Corps, and everything in between. Of course, there was also the possibility we could never end up living together afterwards, even if we wanted to; for all we knew, one of us could end up dying before then.

I shivered and spat out the toothpaste with a grunt. Stop that. Thinking about it will only get you worked up. Focus on what you have right now in front of you, okay?

And right now, I had a handsome captain waiting for me in bed—all alone, and all mine.

He was still there when I opened the door to the bathroom—of course, I knew he would never leave me—and I wasted no time climbing back into bed and throwing the sheets over our bodies. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him in as close as possible as his arms found their way around my hips.

“So clingy,” he mumbled against my hair.

“…Just sleepy.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie—I was pretty sleepy, and already I could feel my eyelids drooping as I curled into his chest beneath the covers. I made sure to keep my body almost completely still (no kicking my legs or shifting from side to side), so he wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong with me. We were both too tired to even entertain any ideas of what the future could hold for us. I couldn’t spring this up on him now.

So I kept quiet and snuggled deeper into his chest, the warmth of the sun’s rays and his arms around me lulling me back to sleep.

|~|

When I finally left his room a little over an hour later, the first thing I did was head to the mess hall to check up on my kids. Thankfully they were no longer sleeping on the floor and across the tables, like they had been the night before. Now they were crowded around their usual tables, mumbling to each other over their identical bowls of gruel.

“Never again,” I heard Gretel mutter under her breath, “no more late nights. My head can’t take it…”

I snorted as I gathered my own bowl of gruel from the main counter. If that’s how she’s acting just by staying up late, I’d hate to see what she’s like when she’s hungover. Not that I would ever encourage my cadets to drink (at least, not when they were in my presence, of course).

Which reminded me… I’d have to go check on Mike and Moblit later today. Those two could become insufferable with alcohol in their systems, and while Moblit was usually reserved and had a high tolerance (normally), it was Mike who was the more rambunctious of the two. A bad influence on Moblit, if you ask me.

And sure enough, the two of them were sitting at our usual table, with Nanaba directly across from them. She was rolling her eyes as Mike held his head in his hands, and Moblit leaned too far over the table and smacked his forehead into the book he was currently reading.

“And if you look directly ahead,” she said, smiling as I made my way over to sit next to her, “you’ll see a pair of full-grown men struggling to hold their liquor the morning after. So much for all their big talk, huh?”

“I can handle it just fine, thank you,” Mike groaned into his palms. At least he seems too out of it to tease me about using Levi’s shampoo, like last time. “Those last couple shots killed me, though…”

“Wait…you had even more last night?” My eyes darted back and forth between Mike and Nanaba in between bites of my breakfast. “When was this?”

“After we split up, these two geniuses decided it would be a good idea to break into the whiskey in the cellar and see who could last the longest. And honestly…I’m giving this one to Moblit. Sorry, Mike.”

But neither of them seemed to be interested in the verdict. Moblit was whimpering into the pages of his book, as Mike mumbled a slew of curses under his breath. Poor boys. They would be like this for the rest of the day; I’d seen them both knock back shot after shot together after a particularly successful (and rare) expedition, and they were usually out of it for the next couple days or so. Moblit was always the first to recover, given how much he was already used to drinking during the week. (Working with Hanji every hour of every day could put quite the strain on both your mind and body.) Mike was the one who had to be babied through it all, which gave Nanaba plenty of room for teasing as she took care of him—and despite the occasional complaint, there was no denying both she and Mike loved the extra attention they got from one another.

“On a lighter note,” she continued, turning halfway in her seat to face me, “any plans for later today? Since this one’s going to be out of commission for a while, I’m looking for a new sparring partner.” Mike rolled his eyes at her, only to wince and grip his head once more. “I would ask Lynne or Gelgar, but they’re focusing on their ODM training today. So, you up for it?”

I glanced over at Reggie and Evan, yawning into their hands; at Emily and Murphy, who were dozing off on either side of Eld; and finally at Gretel, and despite putting on a brave face, she was quickly nodding off in her seat above her breakfast.

Looks like Mike isn’t the only one out of commission today. “Sounds like a plan! When do you want to meet up?”

|~|

Once I was finished with a small load of laundry and some extra paperwork lying on my desk, I headed out to meet Nanaba behind the girls’ barracks. By now the sun was at its peak in the sky, beating down hard on the two of us. She met me with a smile, her boots scuffing in the dirt as she rolled her sleeves up to her elbows.

Training with Nanaba was always a mixed bag; I never knew what she would focus on this time around. Sometimes she was stronger, sometimes she was faster. She never did the same thing twice, like myself or Mike did. While I focused on speed and evading attacks, and Mike insisted on pure, unbridled strength in his blows and kicks, Nanaba was always changing it up. It was impressive, how flexible she could be in the field—a good way to keep her opponents guessing, too.

But she was careful about the way she carried herself through our warmups, as well. Never hinting at saving her arm strength for her punches, or slowing down during our laps around the base to conserve her energy. She was someone who put her all into her workouts, and that’s what made her such an exciting partner to train with.

With three laps around the base under our belt, the two of us chose a shady spot at the edge of the meadow to train. The horses were grazing beyond the fences, tails swishing in the breeze, huge noses bumping into each other’s. I could see Ivy and Misty frolicking in the distance, kicking out their legs as though they were foals once more.

I was so enamored with the sight I almost didn’t see Nanaba’s fist aiming for my cheek. I let out a breath as I dodged her attacks, batting her wrists away and slinking to the side when she went for my head.

She’s fighting dirty today. Well, if that’s how she wants to play, then so be it!

Fists pressing into palms, a swift sweep of the leg—in no time the two of us were panting hard, foreheads slick with sweat beneath the cool shade of the trees nearby. She caught my wrist in her hand with a smirk, before tugging me close and bringing her knee up to my stomach. I grit my teeth against the pain, trying my best to break free from her grip, but she only snickered and wrapped her fingers around the collar of my shirt…and suddenly my back was pressed against the dirt, with Nanaba’s knee hovering over my chest.

“…No fair!”

“All’s fair in hand-to-hand combat, my dear.” She shifted herself off of my chest, before plopping down in the dirt beside me. I sat up with a groan, immediately reaching for the pair of canteens resting beside us in the shade. “You’re not as speedy as you usually are—still tuckered out from last night?”

“Fuck off.” I could only hope my blush added to my already-burning face from our workout.

“No, I’m serious.” Her smile was softer as she took a swig of her water, brushing her blond hair away from her forehead. “What’s on your mind?”

And suddenly it was coming back to me, so fast I could barely react: lying side by side with Levi in his bed, drawing lazy circles on his chest, dreaming about a future for the two of us beyond the Walls.

“…Nothing, I’m fine.”

But she was persistent; those bright blue eyes were cutting into my skin, poking, prodding for me to elaborate. Damn it, even without saying anything, she’s still so intimidating.

I wasn’t as close to Nanaba as I was with Hanji, but I still considered her one of my dearest friends. But how often had I actually sat down and talked with her like this? How many conversations did we have without the occasional joke thrown in, or with our fists flying during a training session? Nanaba was never the one I went to when it came to talking about my insecurities, or my dreams and fears of the world around me. It had always been Hanji, and later on Levi. But never Nanaba.

Still, there was a weight on my chest that I couldn’t get rid of, a nagging voice in the back of my head that demanded I talk to someone—and as much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t go to either Levi or Hanji this time.

“Come on,” she was leaning against the tree now, her legs crossed at the ankles, “spill already.”

I took another drink from my canteen, fingers trembling against my knees.

“…Do you have any plans…once this is over?”

“Once what is over?”

“You know…this?”

It wasn’t until I gestured to the base around us, to the soldiers training among the trees and the horses grazing in the fields that she seemed to understand. The soles of her boots dug into the dirt, her pointer finger tapping rapidly against the crook of her elbow. I clung to the canteen at my chest, waiting for her to speak.

“Honestly, I haven’t really thought about it.” She shook her head with a smile, which did little to quell the feeling in my chest. “Maybe I’ll tag along with Mike, if he goes back to his parents’ home up north. I don’t think they’d mind all that much.”

Of course they wouldn’t. Mike’s mother simply loved the company whenever we made the trip to Wall Sina, but there was always that sneaking suspicion that she loved Nanaba just a hair more than the rest of us.

Still, there was a forlorn look in her eye, a soft breath passing through her lips as she leaned further back against the tree. Almost as though she didn’t believe her own words.

“That sounds nice,” I whispered, but her eyes drooped to the ground, where she was scuffing up the dust with the heel of her boot. “…Doesn’t it?”

“I guess you could say that.” Her smile was back, but that look in her eye remained. “Now it’s your turn. What do you plan to do after this?”

Every word I could think of was on the tip of my tongue all at once; every silly dream I’d harbored since I was a child, right up until this morning as I curled up into Levi’s side, nestled comfortably in his bed. My cheeks were burning, my voice no more than a hushed mumble. But Nanaba leaned forward eagerly, urging me to speak up. And I knew better than to hide from those soft blue eyes.

You brought this on yourself, Wolf. So own up to it.

“…I want to marry. Maybe have a kid or two…”

I glanced up at her, waiting for a smug smile or a snarky comment about Levi (I know Hanji would absolutely go for it, but Nanaba had a bit more class than her). Instead she was gazing down at me, drumming her fingers against the crook of her elbow, and nodding along to the sound of my voice.

“That sounds nice, too.”

That sad look in her eye was back again, stronger than ever. And suddenly I was starting to feel a twinge in my chest, a gaping hole stretching itself wider and wider as our conversation began to truly sink in.

The question was hanging between us in the air, too heavy to say out loud. Too terrifying to confront head-on.

Do you really think you’ll live long enough to see the end of this war?

It was a question every soldier had to face at one point or another. From every cadet learning how to wield a pair of swords for the first time, to every veteran silently counting down the days with a smile on his face. There was always that lingering fear in their minds, that little voice that held too much weight to be ignored. That constant reminder of the reality of this world, and how cruel and unjust it could be.

We all had our dreams and goals and fears. Hopes for the future, regrets of the past, promises made to one another when all seemed lost. Little things to tell ourselves to get through the day, even if they consisted of unobtainable dreams we would never be able to reach in our lifetimes.

For Nanaba, it was going back home with Mike. For myself, it was settling down with Levi and having a child.

Sweet dreams to cling onto when all seemed lost, that little flicker of light at the end of the tunnel to help us keep pressing on. But all of that meant nothing when staring down the maw of a Titan, its beady eyes filled with rage.

How many of our comrades had held similar dreams? Dreams of returning to their homes and starting a new life for themselves? And how many of those dreams had died alongside them, at the jaws of the Titans beyond the Walls?

A bitter pill to swallow, but necessary nonetheless. It would be a miracle if we all came out of this war alive. We couldn’t afford to waste time wondering about what the future held for us. The best we could do was make the most out of what we could with our lives now.

I leaned against the tree with a sigh, my shoulder touching Nanaba’s beneath the shade. Across the meadows I could see Murphy and Evan, letting their horses out for a quick run. And close behind was Emily, with Ivy galloping after Misty and Gus as fast as her legs could carry her.

And suddenly it clicked—that was the future we were all fighting for. Not just for the good of humanity, for the safety of the people within the Walls, but for the chance to give those kids a better life.

Reggie, Gretel, Evan, Murphy, Emily—even Eld and Gunther, and Petra, Oluo, and Nifa. And every single one of our fresh-faced recruits, and even the cadets still in training at the southern tip of Wall Rose. Even the littler ones who played in the outer districts, who went to school in the heart of Wall Sina, who still got in trouble with their parents for playing too roughly with their siblings.

Those kids were the ones who mattered the most. The ones that were here and now, living and breathing—the most precious people within these Walls.

Maybe I couldn’t reach my dream of having children of my own in this life. But I could damn well do my best to make sure those kids woke up in the morning, without fear of what was lurking beyond our little haven.

|~|

The weight in my chest had eased up as the day carried on. By the time I retired to my office for the night it was no more than a little lump in my throat—easy to choke down when Levi came to visit me, a stack of paperwork under one arm, and a tray of tea in the other.

Neither of us spoke as we settled into our usual routine: the two of us seated across from each other at my desk, the only sound between us being the scratch of our pens against the parchment.

In a way I was relieved; at least neither of us seemed eager to mention my slip-up last night. It was for the best, anyway. The sooner I stopped thinking about it, the sooner it would leave my mind altogether.

But as I filed my papers away for the night, that strange feeling came back like a raging inferno. I grimaced at the culprit: the box set of books Moblit had gotten me for my birthday last night, resting on the edge of the file cabinet.

Where Mom Lives.

My mother’s favorite books to read as she waited for Dad to come home, curled up against the arm of the couch with her elbow propped up on a stack of pillows. She would always shake her head whenever the three of us would climb into her lap and ask her to read aloud to us. “You’re too young,” she would say, but she would still open the blanket and allow us to come cuddle with her. “You won’t appreciate it until you’re older. Much older than you are now.”

Before I knew it I was standing in front of the file cabinet, staring up at the three books above. Red, bronze, and green, each with fine gold trimming along the edges and spines. The pages were crisp and clean, and yet when I took the first book and opened it up, it still had that soft dusty smell to it.

Just like home, and my throat closed up all over again.

A pair of arms came to rest around my waist, and I bit back a smile as Levi pulled me backwards, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I hope you’re not planning on keeping those all to yourself.”

“Oh, would you like to read them when I’m finished?”

But he only shook his head, before leading me away from the cabinet, with his arms still around my waist. This time I laughed as he flopped us down on the couch, side by side, with the pillows pressed against my arm. Wordlessly he stole a pillow from the stack, placed it against my lap, and pressed his cheek to the soft fabric. A few seconds passed before he glanced up at me, the slightest trace of annoyance written across his face.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

With another laugh, I leaned down and kissed his forehead, brushing his long bangs out of his beautiful eyes. Then his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips. And when I was done, I leaned against the cushions of the couch, turned to the first page, and began to read aloud.

And all the while, as selfish as it was, I thought of sharing a new life with him, just the two of us away from the world, with a home of our own and children in our arms.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #slow burn #levi x oc #levi ackerman #mia wolf #oc x canon #romance #a wolf with wings #wolves of the walls saga #oc story #oc insert #levi x mia #volume I #aot fics

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dangermousie · 4 months

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The scream I let out!

I went back to ep 1 knowing what I know now and good god, it came across as unpleasant before but now!!! Like the smugly superior, instructing an erring child way Gao speaks. I bet this is his ultimate fantasy come to life.

And now we know the company is Li Xun's company! Gao had nothing to do with it except LX had to leave it to someone to run!!!! But here is Gao, emphasizing how busy and important he is - with LX's company - good god, the nerve! And the way he phrases it as him doing Li Xun a favor. (The thing I love the most during this convo is that Li Xun barely saying anything and how utterly nervous this makes Gao. Ahahahah!)

He literally phrases giving Li Xun some small amount of money for his own company as an act of charity OH MY GOD HOW DO YOU WALK WITH BALLS THIS BIG, GAO?!

Eternal problem for Gao tho is that you can't act superior over someone who refuses on a very basic level, to accept the premise. LX clearly came just to deliver a warning and to give Gao a last chance and that's it. The fact that Gao can't escape his feeling of inferiority to a man who literally lost everything, is delicious.

Yeaaaaaah...

Also, the fact that LX set up the company to help people so they could get diagnosed earlier and hopefully have more chance to survive a serious illness than his mother and Gao turned it into a copycat game company? That's an insult to injury on top of everything else.

#cdrama #chen feiyu #lighter and princess

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yeosanghwas · 2 years

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Hi LX!

Oh my god WHERE DO I EVEN START, take me home part 1 was so good??? This was probably the hottest and most shameless thing I ever read!

I remember reading some of your other fics too! I've never commented or sent an ask ever, you're the first person I'm doing this for, I just love your writings so much!!?

As for your creative dry spell, I never requested anything before, but if you feel like it, maybe you could write some lengthy Jongho smut with a little fluff sprinkled in someday? Something friends to lovers maybe? I'm sorry but there just aren't enough Jongho fics out there, I'd be happy about anything you'd write😭 Something about him being a needy, whiny mess like Wooyoung in take me home. Maybe everyone having a cozy movie night and some tension building up from there. But honestly, like I said, I'd be happy with anything honestly😭 KSBODKYF OKAY I hope you get out of your dry spell soon! Take your time, I'll patiently wait for part 2 <3

I love your writings and you seem so sweet and funny, I really look forward to your future work!! <33

- 💜

my god i am SO sorry for the late response to this (i havent been on tumblr much lately due to personal reasons so i have some catching up to do) but this made me smile so much 😭💗 and the fact that im the first person you’ve commented/sent an ask to has me 🥹🥹🥹

ooooh i really like that jongho idea… might just have to conjure a lil smthn up 😉

thank you so much again - you’re such a darling, and i’m really glad i seem to come across that way to others on here! hearing that makes me really happy <3

#anonymous #lx speaks #ask

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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The Masters lie

A Kelly lune sequence

But prudence is slain. The Master’s lie? For when the woods!

) But given you see. And babbles that all satisfied.

III

Take, oh, take turns to progress silver anvils, and play.

Beneath the substance, and I defaced. Which I will sure!

Might this fair surpasseth. And the like; she taught my way.

As the breath the same? Noon, there is no one to bless this.

VII

Water shall not wait? Years for whose grace the Shepherd’s crook.

VIII

She tells her lo’e nae man but with shot, her breast.&Somewhere.

Those faire to be! Sulk upon him who first learne spelling.

When small bird? Our morning beneath a Double Burden.

Trees of a Ghazál. For pleasure shade, where these forests.

XII

Her several part. -Ah! Love spark that need’st thou shalt do!

XIII

That time—so just lie under the while as is the heart.

XIV

Hopes which I don’t believe it. I’ll wed another’s fate!

And would come to bid farewell! That spread with misgouernaunce.

XVI

For all as a man! The woman beare, moste is, a fool.

XVII

Rip away the Lambe? Naked as horse? Full of the year.

XVIII

As you can no more than mine. Now it ran bright contain!

XIX

Drying in the blue. Turned half-round them. Love’s great god Pan.

Towards the Hunter’s near. The tear is used. Our girls, she fell.

XXI

With horses dark again is sweetest scent. Let me go.

XXII

And lo! But mutual bliss, when shifted round by thee.

XXIII

Speak to injure. And baby. In faith is strange to meet.

XXIV

Thee is but a voyage done! Had leuer my father one.

XXV

But weave, weave them sighing and with all mine ears, their troth?

XXVI

Is made of chamber studs, my hunting the way to death!

XXVII

Pick up bad habits of power: and wives! Remember?

XXVIII

I’ll wed another lay. She is not its signified.

XXIX

A carpenter braue. Rocks that brought it, and I defaced.

XXX

My sonne of his sole obiect best of Eternity.

XXXI

To her face! To keep them with his mind prints his own skin.

XXXII

Nay, but would he hankers, I never collide? Again.

XXXIII

I will break. When I perhaps, thou art? Ridiculous.

XXXIV

Last. Thus vainly this test—thy body answer; feeling.

XXXV

A wheel echoes breaks. Cowards me pain. They slander so!

XXXVI

These hallways. Well is it seemed to feed our idle shell.

XXXVII

But drove Confusion change to me, nor smell, desire!

XXXVIII

In this closely fused as fuel, heat, a breathing. His wont.

XXXIX

—Alas! So not eares, but was a rose that from bedde.

Of sweet love, nor rested day by day prepare my Fall!

XLI

And layd him dead. Somehow— I know in the outlet thee.

XLII

There came to some light. I write, before we grow older.

XLIII

All thought, mark me, Peona! I try to make us poor.

XLIV

Take it sweet dreams are bad. The blue as you could you more?

XLV

What’s freedom a drug that’s bought availed: he was brought to.

XLVI

My lord was like a sea-fish. What if with thanks and cream?

XLVII

Paws, and bids make all but Luther’s hunger mouth and lo!

XLVIII

Nurse of you and yet three castle gate, pulling yourselves.

XLIX

I felt the pleasure. Year be spring home till his eye.

My clenched hand; she remember. Take, oh, take them more spell.

She fell. Nut have fresh bend of some stooped down some mischiefe.

LII

-Be quicke. Her een sae bright gold sands, islands, and so long.

LIII

Quit, quit for the iewell. To sell her stand open wyde.

LIV

You came into the click of the shoe or slip or fall.

As on a shelf. At last I saw not, hearing her word?

LVI

As Lady Psyche as she laid a feeling are one.

LVII

Met wi’ an auld man. That keeps with many a fine knack.

LVIII

Did for my voyage done! See her, look upon her face!

LIX

That, in purple cleft brings a great harmes resist? The eye.

Julia, that Do; what Thyself and yourselves. Water, war!

LXI

My stumbling chanced that he could keep a purer joy?

LXII

Late at night, and in, from which gave upon a feature?

LXIII

Entered into his sweet purse-mouth when the common-sense!

LXIV

Bathing of my heart. Its girth; but when the stones, their sun.

LXV

Than the isle of Dew. Savage and press? Sleeker than mine.

LXVI

First of human kind. Would often deuoured they be fair.

LXVII

Well, Sir, awful power shall our blood; it groan’d, and weep.

LXVIII

That your isolation! Sing me a foot and a pose.

LXIX

A flowers in your books, on your arm. An offices.

LXX

Wonder at the poor lambkins from the heavenly tune?

LXXI

Would they were met by my heart. So removèd by our praise.

LXXII

Against thy calling. Glass of earth tis his fancy-sick.

LXXIII

It makes its sound and wept. Make the snow, whether absence!

LXXIV

You tell me all so often and with pity and die.

LXXV

From her proof of desolate rockfields. But surely die.

LXXVI

—To the doubtful smile and green. In the flockes be vnfedde.

LXXVII

So witen ech other. These things? He fixed thee? The year.

LXXVIII

There at the wild-briar is swerving. That will be dear.

LXXIX

The though the grass; shapeless this. Full many lesings one!

LXXX

Died thee? Let love, as a dream: yet such a paradise.

LXXXI

As Horace fat, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least.

LXXXII

Stood silent: for the iewell. Will to pre-occupy.

LXXXIII

Ah! In the nipple; paps tractable as udders were.

LXXXIV

The flashlight pendulum. Where is no reason at all.

LXXXV

For I have done in tender mistresses. And wonder.

LXXXVI

He heavenly zone. Full in the dore, and how soon thine.

LXXXVII

Above a shooting. I was lost in the land, with leaves.

LXXXVIII

He hoasts and having no such a Surplus as feeds Hell.

LXXXIX

And spread greyly eastward, that like an arrow for me.

Hunt all beauties flow? Why did I wonders the heauens height.

XCI

May so farewell! The mouing of her manners, wit, or face!

XCII

Commend thee. But he must curse the happy was the sun.

XCIII

Another skin from my wounds. So that was once esteem.

XCIV

My husband is he gone? Pale death, dear Cloe, and silence.

XCV

For thee to repeat. To steal and cleft the spirit well?

XCVI

With her glory from the edge. He that place and tower.

XCVII

Truth suppress’d. Upon this guilty with the lave o’t!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #191 texts #Kelly lune sequence

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merriammusicinc · 1 year

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Roland RD2000 vs Kawai MP11SE Digital Stage Piano Review -SuperNATURAL, Grand Feel, Virtual Technician

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Kawai MP11SE vs Roland RD2000 | Introduction

If you've ventured into the world of stage pianos, and are looking at the best the market has to offer, it's pretty much guaranteed that during your piano research you've come across the Roland RD2000 and Kawai MP11SE digital pianos. These are two of the most highly respected stage pianos in the business and are very common with professional musicians both on the stage and in the studio.

Both instruments have noteworthy features that make them equally unique in the space, for very different reasons. Whether it’s the full-length wood keys in the MP11 or the thousands of onboard sounds and Piano Modelling Engine on the top RD series Roland, there are lots to unpack.

In this article, we'll look closely at both instruments, cover the exact differences between the piano actions, sound engines as well as other features, and offer some suggestions as to who each piano will be ideally suited for.

MP11SE vs RD2000 | Piano Action Comparison MP11SE Grand Feel Action

The Kawai MP11SE uses Kawai’s Grand Feel action, which is oh-so-close to their current Grand Feel Compact action. It uses a triple sensor, an escapement simulator, and of course the full-length wood key that pivots on a mid-point exactly like an acoustic piano.

The action feels robust, extremely responsive, and beautiful to play at any speed, velocity, or genre...it’s really hard to argue that this isn’t the very best action available in a portable product, though Yamaha does offer a fully wooden action in their P515. The only hitch is how one defines portable… at 72 lbs, it’s ½ the weight of a lot of piano players - especially females - to who this is being marketed. I’ve been lugging huge slabs my whole professional life, I’m 5’10” and 180 lbs, and this is back-breaking to try and do myself. So this is either reserved for those with roadies or studio work. You'll also want a substantial keyboard stand for this instrument due to the weight.

Roland RD2000 PHA-50 Keyboard

On the other hand, Roland has deployed their newer hammer-action design, designated the PHA-50 keyboard (Progressive Hammer Action keyboard), on several of their high-end models, including HP and LX series instruments. However, the FP90 and RD2000 are the only two portable models to be equipped with this upgrade. The action feels and behaves differently than the PHA-4 plastic action, both in terms of sensitivity as well as physical feel due to the hybrid keys which are a mix of plastic and wood. Classical players and people using this action for solo work will be far more impressed with its precision and playability, whether in a studio setting or live performance over the PHA-4.

Key Texture

It features a beautiful ivory feel and ebony texture on the key surfaces. Along with escapement and accurate triple sensor. Given that I personally own an RD-2000, I can attest to the durability of this hybrid wood action as I have put my RD-2000 through the wringer of all types of professional scenarios and live sets over the past few years.

Wrap Up

I think many folks would agree that if your number one priority is touch, then the MP11SE has the Roland RD-2000 beat, as it boasts the most authentic grand piano touch in a stage piano. That being said, the extra 30 lbs of weight on the MP11 can't be ignored, and for many folks, the balance of a much lighter instrument that still has great action will be preferable for many performing keyboardists.

Roland RD2000 Two Independent Sound Engines

V-Piano Technology Engine

The modeling approach to sound is a relatively recent innovation in piano technology, and essentially refers to real-time control of a particular sound that's not derived from a sample, offering more editable parameters and the tactile response of generating quality ensemble sounds in real-time.

The Roland RD2000 features one of the highest-fidelity wave signals of any digital product on the market, period. The full keyboard polyphony of the V-Piano engine, and 8 full assignable zones for combining internal patches (including software instruments and soft synths) together in different key ranges without even batting an eye, make the RD2000 a dream for keyboardists of all stripes. There's also a scene function, which allows you to save up to 100 different snapshots of the entire keyboard setup for fast on-the-fly recall, and a pitch bend wheel.

SuperNATURAL Piano Generator

The stock grand piano sounds are totally acceptable, although the expansion piano options give even more character and depth to the acoustic piano function. The electric piano category has a massive selection, ranging from contemporary sounds to very authentic l MKS-20 sound module recreations of vintage effects as well, such as the classic Boss CE 1 chorus.

The Organ engine has one of the most authentic Hammond B-3 tone engines of any stage piano on the market, along with highly expressive virtual tone wheel organs. Using the 8 slider bars as tone bars, users can set and save as many personalized presets as they wish.

Additional Piano Sounds

Beyond the traditional acoustic and classic electric piano sounds, there's a massive selection of additional sounds with synthesizers, leads, clavs, pads, strings, brass, and percussion sounds also preloaded on the instrument, with over 1,100 internal sounds in total, and two wave expansion slots for adding even further sounds.

The Roland RD2000 offers up to 4 simultaneous effects processors to function, as well as a real-time 5-band digital equalizer, 3-band compressor, led indicators, Reverb, Amp simulation, tremolo/amp simulator, modulation wheels, and envelope control.

Kawai MP11SE Piano Sounds and Tone Generators

The MP11se is actually arranged a little bit closer to Nord. If you're familiar with that brand of highly popular stage piano synths.

Modular Tone Generators

The Kawai MP11SE has organized around three modular tone generators (or at least that’s what the interface leads you to conceptualize this as). The acoustic piano sound includes several presets that have both tonal shaping (EQ, envelope) as well as some Virtual Technician-type effecting so that you as the player have the opportunity to create an entirely customized piano tone.

256-Note Polyphony

The total number of sounds on this instrument is pretty low when you compare it to the RD2000, with a total of only 40 onboard sounds. That being said, the quality of all 40 patches is without question very high. While not limitless, there is a robust 256 notes of polyphony available which should be plenty.

Wrap Up

It seems obvious that if you're looking for an instrument with a ton of onboard sounds then the Roland RD-2000 is the clear winner here. If you don't mind connecting to an external sound bank or VST however, that advantage is mitigated. It should also be noted that neither instrument is equipped with internal speakers as is common among stage pianos, but both can be played with headphones without the aid of an amp.

Other Features

Neither of these boards uses the Bluetooth BLE protocols for wireless midi, but that’s hardly an issue given the number of various ports that both instruments offer and options for connecting to DAWs.

Roland's Flexible Audio Outputs

The Roland RD2000 USB Audio/MIDI interface function is definitely a plus, and somewhat puzzling why the Kawai doesn’t include it, especially since the concept of the instrument in the first place was to have it integrated into a larger MIDI-connected setup. That said, it’s easy enough to work around since there are ¼” XLR inputs with independent fader so you can still have integrated mixing going on.

Additional Inclusion

A huge plus on the Kawai side is the inclusion of a triple pedal right out of the box. While this is available for the Roland as the RPU-3 add-on, it comes standard with a single damper pedal.

Conclusion and Overall Impressions

The conclusions between these two are quite clear actually. The Kawai MP11se is far more niche than the Roland, and for the crowd, it’s targeted at, nothing holds a flame. If the weight doesn’t present an issue, and its use is going to be exclusive as a piano or master controller within a multi-device setup, the Kawai has your number. The action is indisputably the best out there, and the quality sounds of the piano and e-piano tones are beautiful, rich, and easy to manipulate.

If your needs are more diverse and include using the instrument in a multi-genre setup, in a studio, on stage, decent portability, rugged durability with plenty of patches (not to mention the acclaimed SuperNATURAL technology), and modern controller features across all sounds, the Roland RD2000 is a far better choice.

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