#okay enough rambling about that lololol

[robinskey]

In My Mind (Part Two)

A/N: Here it is! The first piece of writing I’ve published on here in two years! Is it the best thing I’ve ever written? No. Is it fully fleshed out? No! (I do have a lot of ideas of where I could take this, though; this part might seem a little choppy since it was originally part of a longer piece that I’ve decided to weave through the narrative to (hopefully) avoid info-dumping. Anyway. I apologize for the chaos and background-laying, and also the grammar/spelling mistakes I probably have in this--I just want to post it because I’ve been working on it for weeks lololol. Okay bye love u! Mwah! 

Read part one here. :) 

Too long. That’s how long it took Steve Harrington to ask a girl out.

To put a long story short, the stars never aligned for you and Steve. Obstacles kept popping up–people, events, unfortunate situations–and, you know, monsters from another dimension. When you moved to upstate Indiana and into a little house in the middle of town, not too different from the home that the Byers had inhabited in their hometown. You and Nancy wrote weekly letters to one another. She told you how strange Hawkins High felt without you, even though you’d only gone there a few months, and begged you to visit because she missed your dumb jokes and even dumber face. You told her you didn’t have time; you’d started working in the cafeteria of the elementary school and babysat some of the kids as a side-job, and even though you’d never been too fond of kids, they were starting to grow on you, and Nancy joked that maybe you could be a live-in nanny for her and Jonathan someday when they were famous journalists, to which you responded absolutely not shut up right now Nancy Wheeler. And she did–at least about the idea of tiny Nancys and Jonathans running amuck. She never stopped asking you to come visit, to come home, and you never had the courage to tell her that half your home was here, and the other half had died trying to save all of you. Your home was not in Hawkins anymore. Instead, Hawkins was filled with the skeletons of the memories you’d made with your friends, El, and of course, your dad, for the best seven months of your life. Home was wherever you could connect with your father, in any way, whether it was through his flannel you’d managed to salvage from the cabin, rereading the speech he’d left for El, or spending time with the people he loved. There was no one he loved more than El and Joyce, so when the Byers decided to move, you came with them. And you worked hard to show the love to them that your dad would have wanted to give. No part of your dad was in Hawkins anymore.

But 100% of a certain Steve Harrington was still in Hawkins. And was reason enough to avoid it.

However, after months of being denied a visit, Nancy found out through Mike (of all people–since when did she talk to Mike?) that your spring break coincided with hers. You managed to save yourself by claiming that, even though you were off cafeteria duty since the school was closed, you still had to babysit little Carlie Day that week, for 12 hours a day because her parents worked long shifts. 

“12 hours? Really? That seems…excessive.”

“Yeah, well, that’s workin’ up here for you!”

“Mhm.” The suspicion in her tone rang in my ears. 

“Mhm, yep. So anyway…”

And though it would be completely unlike her, you secretly hoped that Nancy would somehow just forget about what you’d said. That her reporter instinct to investigate any fishy claim would quiet down just this once. For a few days, you thought it did. Then, about a week later, you came home from work to find El clutching the landline and saying, “Oh, I’m so excited for spring break…Wait, she has to watch Carlie? I thought she told me that the Days were going out of town until–” You dropped your bag by the door and sprinted over to the phone, but it was too late. El looked at you with her wide brown eyes, completely ignorant to what she’d just done. A rambling voice echoed from the speaker, asking, “Wait, what? El, what did you say? Is Y/N busy–”

El covered the phone with her palm.

“El, who’s that?” you asked, caution dripping from every word.

“It’s Nancy. You know, Mike’s sister,” she whisper-yelled. “She seems a little upset, I think? But she’s pretending to be happy? I’m a little confused.”

As soon as El finished her incredibly indiscreet update, the ranting stopped. The tone of the caller transformed drastically into a slightly strained, high-pitched: “Eleven, is that Y/N? Give the phone to her, would you, please?”

You closed your eyes and deeply inhaled, then exhaled, before taking the phone into your own palm.

“Hel–” “You aren’t doing shit over spring break, are you?” Nancy’s voice nosedived an entire octave.

You glanced at your shoelaces sheepishly, eternally grateful that Nancy could not see you right now. There was nothing more you hated than getting caught in a lie.

“I mean, I’m doing some shit–” You were interrupted by the sharp click of your friend’s tongue against the roof of her mouth. El continued to stare at you, somewhere between absent-mindedly and bewildered. She only got more confused, then more visibly red in the face as Nancy continued to speak. 

“I call bullshit. It’s not cool to lie to your friends, Y/N.”

Friends. Don't. Lie, El mouthed.

Sorry, you mouthed, before shooing her away, pivoting on your heel, and walking as far as the telephone cord would extend. Resting your head against the plaster wall, you admitted that, okay, maybe it was a little bullshit. You didn’t know for certain, but you could have sworn you could feel her presence over your shoulder and hear the “tsk” of disappointment upon your confession. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I know this place is a shithole, with shitty memories attached, but all the bad stuff is gone now, and I’m here. Your best friend in the world. You know, the one you haven’t seen in months?”

“And do you know who else is there?” 

“I know.” You could picture her running her hand through her curls, biting her lip, thinking. After a pause, she repeated, “I know. And I understand, I do. The thing is, I just miss you, and I miss Jonathan, too, I just–I can’t make it over there. Plus, Mike’s room will be vacant, so you can obviously stay with us and have your own space. I just really would just love to spend time with you since you’re basically my only friend.”

“Damn, you still haven’t befriended any of the cheerleaders? I thought you’d have rejoined the  popular girls since Jonathan and I aren’t there to bring down your coolness anymore.”

“I was never a cool kid, Y/N. I just dated one. And we all saw how that worked out for me.” 

You both laughed. 

“At least you’re with Jonathan now. You’re perfect for each other.”

Nancy paused. “Yeah. Yeah, we are,” she finally replied–or maybe she coughed, because you were barely able to make out the words. You didn’t have more than a second to ponder it before Nancy raised her voice once more, beginning, “Speaking of our ex–”

“I sure hope you’re talking about some guy I don’t even remember dating last year that you also happened to go out with once or something. Otherwise we do not have a mutual ex.”

“Oh, come on. Steve? Don’t lie to me, Y/N, I know you’ve made out with Steve.” 

“It was once, Nancy! And it didn’t mean anything because we thought we were going to die! He would’ve made out with anyone,” you huffed. “Including you. He’d have paid money for it to be you.”

“Maybe. I mean can you blame him?” Nancy fluffed her hair. You tapped your toes. “Anyway, I think he’s interested in a new girl now, maybe? That girl he works at Family Video with? I don’t know. I think her name’s Rhonda? Wait, no–Robin. It’s Robin. She’s my age–Class of ‘86.” “Robin Buckley?” 

“Yeah, do you know her?” “I was in band with her. Nancy, I don’t think she’s…never mind.” Nancy’s forehead creased slightly, but she did not press. You took a deep breath before adding, “Look, I’ll talk to Joyce and see what I can do, okay?”

“Perfect.” Nancy let out a giggle. 

That’s how you knew Nancy was genuinely amused or excited; she never really laughed out loud, so when she couldn’t contain it, she was happy. Being the source of that happiness was the best feeling–and even though you’d never admit it, your heart fluttered a little with excitement. You choked down your own laughter and made one last declaration.

“As long as it’s okay with Joyce, I will come. But on one condition: We avoid Steve at all costs. Deal?” “Deal.” 

The last time you’d been in Hawkins had been hellish, sure, but you knew all of that was long gone. You could avoid your (not)  ex and have a stress-free trip to Hawkins, right?

You were wrong on both counts, of course. But that’s a story for another chapter.

#parker-potter writes #yes still using that tag #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x hopper!reader #steve harrington x y/n

[evanescentdawn]

💬

hi !!!!! i know this ask is from like. 6 sep 2022 but I wanted to save it for when i write a line i Really like and fjjfjfjfjfjfj that time has COME. :D

like okay, okay. i was editing my alchemy of souls wip, the stars & us, i think. i actually don’t know what the wip is called lololol. anyways, so there was this line bothering me and I FINALLY fixed it. and oh my god. ohhhhh myyyy godddd. IT FKDHDJKSKDKDKD JUST FKFKKFKFKFK

so here’s the line

Jin Buyeon jolts. That voice. She snaps behind her, swallowing. “Jang Uk.”

screetching, because it came out so perfect for me. i Love the moments in canon where yeong calls his name, either in s1 or s2, i have a personal dnhdhshdhdhdjd for when characters call each other’s name. and just it’s extra special when she does it for me. aNYWAYS. so i wanted !!!! this line to be Good. and yeah, okay. the first drafts of it was…..okay but DIDNT HAVE THE OOMF that was looking for !!! but today !!!! no, it’s yesterday now, isn’t it. so yesterday !!! was apparently Perfect alignment of everything for me to write the Perfect line i wanted !!!!!

okay, maybe I’m being dramatic but also this is perfect Reaction because hhhhhHhhhhhhh sO PROUD OF HOW PERFECT LINE THAT CAME OUT LIKE. I’m so <3333333333

my fave part HAS gotta be to be “that voice” like *screams* when i was rewriting that line — ik i keep saying line when it’s More than one line but wait is line supposed to mean a sentence or maybe it’s just….that. a single line. I’m defintely getting off topic — so like when I was rewriting that line and then, wrote down “that voice” IT WAS LIKE EVERYTHING SLOTED INTO PLACE PERFECTLY. THAT WAS THE LINE I WAS WAITING FOR. EVEN THO I DIDNT KNOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cuz really, the only things I’ve added was that line and “swallowing” but THAT VOICE. ADDED SO MUCH TO IT. it was !!!! the OOPHM I WAS LOOKING FOR. so v glad so v happy I Found it because fjdhdjjdjdkfkd hi Hello this is most definitely my FAVOURITE line out of the entire wip so far !!!!!!!!!!! like, my god, do i Love it when characters call each another character’s names. ESPECIALLY WHEN YEONG DOES IT. and this was so absolutely perfect im so ^^^^^^^^^ <33333333

it’s even Better in context. cuz like she was reminiscing about her life being Prisoned in that room and yeah…….he had…. *BREAKS INTO FEELS*

ik u absolutely don’t know anything about alchemy of souls, asker, but thanks for letting me ramble LOL

ok so apparently the word I was looking for Was Not OOMF or OOPHM but in fact. OOMPH. but anyways, yeah. that’s close enough.

#answered asks #thank u ^^ #alchemy of souls: light and shadow #cho yeong | jin buyeon #ukyeong #my writing #yuki talks wips #wip: stars & u #i guess that’s the title now #djjfjfjfjfjfjf #okay so it’s not Completely perfect as I don’t really the word “jolt” used here but WHO CARESSSS U KNOWWW #don’t like* #everything else is perfect #love is Blind

[elitaxne]

hey lita mun! just wanted to pop in and say that i freakin LOVED your "battle cry" drabble. it's honestly one of my favorite things you've written & ive been following this blog for a looooooooonnngggg time. i love everything you write honestly but ~this~ was especially amazing. please please please tell me you're going to continue? and i swear to primus if anything happens to cypher youll be hearing from my lawyer lololol jk jk no but seriously i love him so much! can't gush enough about everything you did here: wordlbuilding, the war paint, the disfigurement cypher has, KUP, seeing more of elita's past as ariel the list goes on and on. ok i'm done rambling anyways you rock & excited to read what else you put out (even if it's not this) big big fan ^3^

「 OOC. 」

Not me crying in the club right now ;A; Oh gosh, this is one of the nicest things ever to grace my inbox so thank you so much for sending in — NOT BOTHERING AT ALL !! You have no idea how much this made my day, I’ve been grinning at it for hours !!

[ SCREAMS ABOUT CYPHER UNDER THE CUT ]

*cracks knuckles* OKAY LET’S TALK CYPHER because tbh he’s my sweet baby angel and I love him so much. Fun fact: he’s an OC I created wayyyy back in the days when I first started writing fanfic with a group of three via email ( previously we had met on Pinterest of all places !! ). He’s changed a lot over the years and sadly been relegated to living on the shelf since I don’t RP my OC’s much, save for Starburst. The other NPC’s in babe && mine’s threads are shared characters between us rather than what I consider to be an ACTUAL OC born of my own mind... idk if that makes sense ??

BUT YES— I have a headcanon that the Tarnish region have Scottish / Irish influenced accents. Actually, it’s something @lifotni && I talked about recently, funny enough !! That said, I really, really, giving my characters something uncommon about them so I can do research, delve into their psyche and see how those lesser explored traits affect them && their relationships with others, the world, themselves, etc. So, for Cypher it’s his facial disfigurement. 

LOLOL DON’T CALL ARIEL / ELITA OUT LIKE THIS— but I mean you’re 1000% right. She likes mecha ( mecha && femme, she’s bi-romantic, demisexual ) with a broad chassis and large arms, good for hugging. Their connection though is more so a close platonic friendship than romantic. It’s funny, I’ve never imagined any hints of romance shared between them !! Ariel sees him kind of like an older brother, and Cypher is Hella Gay lol.

Also, like, nonnie, I LOVE how you noticed the subtle callbacks like “In for four, out for four” and the spark massaging. I was SO curious if anyone was going to notice those actions, since it’s something Ariel / Elita has carried through now for her life. Idk, I just thought it’d be neat to put in WHERE those things came from && WHY they’re so important to her ??

I honestly could talk about the world building elements I slipped in here for HOURS. Tbh, I’m really looking forward to expanding it further since the Golden Age has always interested me deeply, especially with Ariel / Elita and HOW she came to be this legend that she is.

Anyways, I’m so so so happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I’m pleased to say I’m actually just finishing up a sequel to that drabble !! I’m considering making it an on-going series of sorts when I have free time, since I’ve really been in the Ariel mindset... and early-Councillor / Commander years Elita *eyes emoji*

#╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ғɪғᴛʏ sʜᴀᴅᴇs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇʏғᴀᴄᴇs ○「 ᴀɴᴏɴ 」 #╰ ♔ ·｡ ┊ ᴅᴜʟʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴅ ○「 ᴀsᴋʙᴏx 」 #[ i legit teared up reading this ;A; ] #[ ty so much nonnie for sending in !! ] #[ always feel free to drop in you're never bothering ] #[ i love talking about stuff i've written - that's why i do it !! ] #[ to share with others :3 ]

[1013121197]

a fun doodle of the boys, hani and fennix (saying their names in that order is so wrong, but that’s how they are left -> right)

#oviculart #i wanted to draw something a bit more steamy #like them smooching or idk maybe holding hands but i'm a baby and v tired right nowwww #i've drawn a lot today so i'm proud #oc:hani #oc:fennix #oc #trans oc #just so i can put it because #make trans ocs you cowards #i wait for ppl to get grumpy because fen presents himself in a very fem way but like nyall can fight me 1v1 i have my reasons buds #okay enough rambling about that lololol #i'm so happy my brother is coming home from japan for a little vacation #i've missed him soooooo much #he loves it over there and that's really great i want to visit him but that is a lot of $$$ #he and michi say i can crash in their apartment for 10 days and i am ready to be in a 400 sqft space with my brother i can do it

[meowzfordayz]

Hii!! Hope you’re doing okay! This is my very first time requesting so I’m slightly nervous (read over your request rules like 5 times)! I also noticed you got a lot of wips so please take your time on this!! Okay so, I love love LOVE Tanjirou’s hands and the textures of his hands so I was wondering if you could do some headcanons of his s/o (fem reader if possible!) holding his hand a lot and just like tracing her fingers on his palm and all and overall just admiring the textures (god I said textures twice my bad) I hope this is understandable enough for you!! I swear if tumblr cuts out 99% of what I said I’ll riot /lh

Hello, hello, hello! I'm doing okay. 😁 Yourself? I'm absolutely honored and grateful to be your first request !! *squeak* ☺️ Btw: I don't consider my faqs to be rules (just additional info for curious ppl), sooooo — nerves be gone! (Ik, Ik it's not that easy to dispell nerves lol 😅) I appreciate you noticing and respecting my wips! Buuut hcs are like mac n cheese: much faster to cook than attempting gourmet, and just as delicious. 😋 Hopefully that analogy makes sense ??, bc I absolutely enjoy attempting gourmet (aka writing one shots)! It's just that mac n cheese generally takes significantly less prepping and cooking time lmao. That being said, your request was 100% understandable, and Tumblr didn't cut out anything (that I'm aware of). Sending you supportive, patient vibes. 💗 P.S. DON'T EVEN FRET ABOUT SAYING "textures" TWICE. Ctrl-F is literally my best friend, and iT IS NOT FUN. 😂 10/10 would unfriend, but I can't. 💀

Author’s Note: did someone say more Tanjirou fluff? Ehh, more like never enough Tanjirou fluff !!!!!

tanjirou’s hands/softest devotion

Kamado Tanjirou x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: none

~faqs~

Ik, Ik, Ik, this is supposed to be about Tanjirou, and it will be! It is!

Just give me a sec to ramble as per usual when I write hcs teehee

I grew up super proud of my callouses #monkey bar queen #once a gymnast always a gymnast

And now I rock climb !!

So callouses have always been meaningful to me (does that sound as weird as I think it does? 😅), and I 100% get their appeal !!

P.S. I wrote some of this at ~3am, so pardon anything long winded lmao

I’m positive Tanjirou’s insecure about his callouses

He recognizes the benefit of their durability

And is proud, to an extent, knowing his callouses are a physical embodiment of his work ethic, growth, determination… (I could go on and on and on listing positive adjectives/descriptions about Tanjirou)

It’s just

The first time he touches you

Really, truly, intimately: traces the line of your jaw, the path of your cheekbones, brushes over your eyelids, smooths your brows, rubs adoringly at your temples

He fixates on how rough his skin is

Not entirely — he’s mostly drowning in the softness, the closeness, of your skin

But his guilt, doubt, hesitation—fixation—lingers

To clarify: he wants to touch you

Often, always, forever

Wants to caress your cheek, lightly pinch your earlobe, cup your face gently, protectively, reassuringly — fleeting touches, longer touches, sensual, teasing, cherishing

But, that nagging, devouring, relentless fixation deters him

It doesn’t help that you’re as touchy with him as he wishes he could be with you

—#tongue twister oops 😆

Lightly tapping his nose, thumb following the outline of his scar, giggling as you poke at him: his shoulders, shoulder blades, the dip behind his ears

You’re so casual, intentional, affectionate

He feels safe, grounded, reminded, that he’s desired, wanted, needed

And badly, disappointed, frustrated, that he can’t bring himself to reciprocate as deeply as the addictive scintillation that floods his nervous system when you touch him

“Tan?” you smile your Tan smile, clinging to his arm

“Hm?”

“Is this okay?”

“Of course!” 😍

Lowkey: he has no idea what you mean by “this” lololol

He figures tho: if you’re smiling your Tan smile, then it’s fine 🥰

“Tan?” you peer up at him, chin digging into his bicep

“Sweetheart?” he resists the urge to run his fingers through your hair, worried his callouses could snag

“You’d tell me if I was too… physical, right?” you ask quietly

“Too… physical?” Tanjirou’s confused, baffled, puzzled

Surely you aren’t concerned about being too physical ??

He practically dissolves under your ministrations, your attention — gooey, satisfied, enamored

And he could’ve sworn you noticed ??

Could’ve sworn your touches increased twofold, tenfold, as it became more and more obvious how much he delighted in them

—Let’s be honest: everyone in KNY is touch starved 😔

—Especially darling Tanjirou, always looking out for others

—#touch for Tanjirou

“Never mind,” you mumble shyly

“Hey,” he subconsciously reaches for your hand, lifting your knuckles to his lips, “You don’t have to say that,” kisses each individual knuckle, “You can tell me anything.”

—Well you could if he wasn’t touching you 😳

—Everyone is touch starved, including you 🥴

—So you’re def short circuiting rn; sparking every time he kisses another knuckle 🤗

“You’re touching me,” you squeak

Tanjirou’s eyes widen, realization culminating as he releases your hand, shame etched into his anxious frown

“Wait- What? Why?” you sputter, “I like it.”

“But my callouses…” he trails off, his fingers clenched to fists, unwilling to meet your gaze

Callouses?

Is this man clueless?

What about callouses ??

“Is that why you stopped?” you’re stupefied

He manages a nod, embarrassment keeping his head lowered

“Tan,” the firmness in your voice implores his eyes to meet yours, “What about your callouses?”

“They’re coarse, grainy, dry rougher than you deserve.”

“Beautiful, Tan,” you interject, “Beautiful, powerful, loving,” you’re touching him again, hands sliding from his strong wrists, past his tensed elbows, kneading into the sides of his neck, cupping his face—his agitated, precious, longing face—as you stare into his constrained desperation

“B-beautiful?”

He’s hopeless, hopeful, uncertain as tears crawl timidly, reluctantly, from the corners of his eyes

“May I?” you murmur soothingly—mindfully—as you gesture toward his hands, still clenched

“Of course.”

Tanjirou always trusts you, if nobody else not even himself

Your fingers are light, achingly familiarly, as they wrap around his fists

Involuntarily, his panic ebbs, his trust in you more dominant than any fixation, your fingers coaxing his into slowly, slowly blossoming—revealing—his clammy palms

“Beautiful, Tan,” you smile

The same smile that originally caught him off guard, in all the ways

The same smile that eventually led to, Sweetheart

That same smile, now guiding him through his tunnel vision

To get to you — always you

After that emotional confession (discovery?), Tanjirou feels like he loses ownership of his hands

But dw !!

It’s only bc they basically become your hands 😇

Walking together? You slip your fingers between his, so giddy and grateful that he doesn’t flinch anymore — in fact, he definitely grips a bit tighter

Eating together? You rest your hand not so subtly on the nearest, shared surface, greedily latching the tips of your fingers to the tips of his as soon as he rests his hand even remotely beside yours — he stifles a chuckle, having finally memorized your routine, and absolutely happy to play along

Cold hands? You don’t even warn him, sighing contentedly as you randomly sandwich his unsuspecting, innocent hand between your mischievous, freezing ones — to his credit, he rarely complains, and actually offers you his second hand when his first becomes too cool to be of use as a hand warmer (someday his hands’ll be the freezing ones and he’ll get his revenge… someday…)

Training together? You check on his callouses regularly: too thick, and they could rip or tear; too uneven, and they could rip or tear; too dry or too moist, and they could rip or tear or blister; your dedication to his callouses’ wellbeing endears him — he’d be lying if he said having you cradle his hands after a particularly demanding session or mission wasn’t one of his favorite consequences (rewards?), and everyone knows he’s a terrible liar

In bed together? He hadn’t quite understood, hadn’t quite experienced—devotion—until you’d studied his hands in bed

Exhaustion drains in many forms

Sometimes weary, soaking to the bone

Sometimes saddened, heavy as darkness so dark that you can’t see further than a step ahead

Sometimes anticipated, inevitable as knowing you’re simply sleep deprived

—#everyone on Tumblr is sleep deprived

But with you? Exhaustion is… a welcomed respite

A reason to forget the world, if just for a moment or two, because the world is lying in bed next to him

You, cataloging the toughness of each and every one of his callouses — you do use a standard scale btw (created by you, just for him)

You, kissing each and every one of his callouses — acknowledging his courage, kiss, his persistence, kiss, his hardship, kiss, his triumph, kiss

You, pressing your skin, your softness, steadiness, to each and every one of his callouses — wordlessly promising him that they are beautiful and they are worthy and I love them and I love you

BONUS: You, asking him to stroke your hair because you want him to feel comfortable, at ease, assertive in trusting himself — in trusting that he can touch you, in trusting that I like it, Tan and that You wouldn’t ever hurt me, Tan

#tanjirou kamado #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #tanjirou x reader #tanjiro x reader #kamado x reader #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #request

[yanderes-galore]

Heard you wanted some Twisted Wonderland requests🧐 🤏

If it's okay with you, can I request Vil Schoenheit (had to google that one lololol) with a darling that is almost an opposite of him? Coming to school in a messy get up, clearly caring much for looks (Unmatching socks with them slippers, hoodie, sweatpants that kind of gremlin look💃) and deems Vil as a pretentious pretty boi. Like a sly cat, they don't hesitate to bicker with Vil, unaware of that good ole yandere side.

Jebus I ramble a lot don't I- my bad boss^^' Take care of yourself and make sure drink plenty of water!💕

Thank you, you too!

Yandere! Vil with a Darling who's the opposite of him

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Vil forces you to look like a doll, Forced relationship implied

At first, Vil is utterly repulsed at your appearance and behavior. You look like you barely shower, you don't match clothes, and you have such a mouth. Epel also had a big mouth on him but he got that under control with Vil's help.

He does his best to ignore you but you go out of your say to criticize him. He really should criticize you, but you wouldn't listen. At some point Vil realizes he really should do something about this.

He tries his best to get close to you after he decides what to do. He'll be nice to you and ignore your insults. He thinks 'fixing' you would be a great challenge.

He obsesses over you. You have so much potential to look and act so much better! He just needs to encourage it.

Once you two are close enough, he invites you to his dorm room. You seem a little cautious but by this time you know him more. You even call him names less, but still laugh at his obsession with beauty.

Vil then sets his plan in motion, locking the door to his dorm room and turning towards you.

"I've been waiting for this, It's time to encourage your true beauty."

It becomes basically a training session at that point. He ignores your fighting and complaining as he starts his plan.

He locks you in the bathroom with a new set of sparkling clothes (He'd pick dresses, but they don't have them in an all boys school-). He says for you to shower and change through the door. He can wait all day for you to do it, you aren't leaving that room until you're clean.

Once you're forced to shower and put on the way too expensive clothing, Vil continues. You're sat in front of a mirror while he does your hair and skin care. It's awkward for you, your face hot as Vil's cold stare meets your eyes.

"I'm getting tired of looking at your getup. You really need to learn from me."

You scoff and throw another insult towards him. Vil simply shuts your mouth with his hand as he glares at you.

"That mouth needs to change, too."

Once Vil forces you to shower, dress, and endure his skin care he focuses on behavior. He'll mold you until your beauty shines through. You have potential and he'll admit he is more attracted to you once he 'fixes' you.

Now he can't help but be in 'Awe' when he looks at you. Your appearance is much better and he's fallen even further into obsession.

Vil will take it as a challenge if you act this way towards him. His obsession starts small but once he pursues you it grows. By the time he's done you'll be a doll just for him.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere vil schoenheit

[supremeinlilac]

A Winter Surprise

Prompt: Something like where reader is an airline pilot and they haven't seen each other in a long time due to reader's work. So reader is coming home for the Christmas holidays and goes to pick up Cordelia from the academy in her pilot uniform coming straight from the airport. Maybe the people there don't know about reader so they're hella confused.

Reader takes Cordelia to Switzerland or somewhere else snowy to celebrate intimate Christmas together. Maybe the reader proposes there? Could you add some snowy walks, hand holding and window shopping and something else hella mushy and sweet? Like Cordelia has hearts for eyes 24/7.

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 4725

PART 2 HERE

A/n: Thank you once again for this AMAZING prompt!! I loved writing it, and I think it turned out even better the 2nd time lmaoo :) anyway this is going to have only 2 parts because I ran away with myself but I decided to merge the first 2 parts into this one lololol, the second part is a little soft smut because why not.

Also, I really haven’t proof read this, so please let me know if I’ve accidently left a note to myself in this haha. Anyway, I hope this is okay <33

You loved your job wholeheartedly, there was no denying that. It gave you room to experience everything you wanted, from travelling to new places that you could explore on days off, to seeing different cultures and learning languages. Plus, the feeling of being above the line of clouds, watching the earth move slowly beneath you never failed to draw in a breath of admiration. It gave you so much perspective, and helped to keep you grounded, for lack of a better word. Seeing the world below you, so small in the grand scheme of things made you appreciate everything.

You missed your girlfriend selfishly though. Your work as a pilot meant you might have to go months without seeing her and feeling her soft touch. It meant you’d both be frustrated and lonely in these times; which was starting to put a massive strain on your relationship. You’d argue while together about your work schedule, prompting you to take more shifts which never helped in the long run.

Christmas was coming up and you’d not seen her since the start of November, having been mercilessly booked with flights that left you across the world from her. You had planned to surprise Cordelia at Christmas. Well, it was more than one surprise you had up your sleeve; but the first was returning two days early to collect her. Zoe and Mallory were in on your heist, fully committed to handling the school’s affairs for two days for Delia to up and leave.

At your arrival at the academy, girls’ eyes lingered on you as you walked up to the heavy front doors. You supposed they weren’t aware of your job, having only seen you in civilian clothing. Smiling at their confusion, you rang the doorbell, falling backwards slightly to wait. Madison opened the door after a few seconds, eyes widening at your uniform and giving a short whistle. “Damn girl, looking good!” she chided, eyes flicking down your smart navy uniform. Her lips tugged up at one side and she waved her hand so you could enter. “I bet Delia loves a woman in uniform.” She teased; smirk set on her face as she swatted the back of your slacks when you passed. “She’s in the kitchen, I’ll go and get here.”

“No don’t. I’ll find her.” You stopped her with a hand on her wrist, wanting to find your girlfriend yourself. Madison straightened up immediately, hand coming up to her face in a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am.” She spoke seriously, before giggling and pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve missed you Y/n. You have a good time with Cordy, kay?”

“Missed you too Madison.”

Watching her disappear up the stairs before turning and heading for the kitchen. Seeing Cordelia’s shadow on the wall as you approached, you smoothed down the lapels of your uniform and stood against the doorframe. Delia had her back to you, stirring a drink and swaying to the music from the radio. You watched her, waiting for a time when she’d put the mug down so you could make your presence known without the fear of her burning herself on the drink.

Clearing your throat, her head lifted and she turned quickly, gasp leaving her lips and a momentary shock making her freeze. Snapping out of her trance, Cordelia practically threw herself onto you, arms around your neck as she took in your familiar scent.

“You told me you weren’t coming back until Friday!” she accused, grip not faltering on you as you held each other. Her hands stroked your hair when she finally pulled away, just enough to allow you to still hold her.

“I managed to get off early, I thought I’d surprise you.” You smiled when she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Cordelia hummed in response, letting you know that she was most pleasantly surprised by your early return.

“Speaking of surprises… We’re going away for Christmas. I managed to pull some strings and get us some tickets” you started to dance with her, pulling her into a light rhythm as you laughed. “We’re going to Switzerland Delia!”

“A white Christmas?” She beamed at the vigorous nod of your head, head falling backwards and eyes closing, picturing the both of you in a warmly lit café by the snowy mountain.

“I love you and your surprises my dear.” She breathed, pulling you by the back of the neck into another kiss she spoke through the chaste kisses, “I’m glad- that- you’re- back.”

A group of the young girls came giggling into the kitchen, forcing you to part, blushing with your hands still together. They stopped when they saw you, silence falling over the space as they didn’t know what to do having interrupted your reunion. “Girls.” You spoke warmly to them, sensing their discomfort, and you pulled the Supreme behind you, past them.

Ascending the stairs to your shared room, you felt Cordelia’s gaze on your back, making you sway your hips slightly to tease.

“You look so good in that uniform baby girl.” She purred, eyes on your butt as you walked in front of her. A quick glance behind you saw the familiar glint of lust in your girlfriend’s eyes, and the smirk that painted her lips.

“But I think I still prefer what’s underneath.”

 You change into a favourite top of yours and jeans while Cordelia busied herself with packing on the bed beside you. She rambled about the happenings of the academy, everything you’d missed in your months absent, pausing on the packing when she’d reach an exciting bit, arms coming up to exaggerate the story.

You told her about the new countries you’d visited and which little romantic places you wanted to take her when she didn’t have so much business to care for anymore. You didn’t want to linger on the thought of what actually had to happen for the title of Supreme to be passed on; focusing instead on the beautiful places that you longed to take her, but probably never could.

After her initial shock of being offered a white Christmas abroad with you, her responsibility to the school ebbed her back into her senses. “But how am I going to run a school if we’re abroad?” she questioned, her perfectionism spiking as she started to worry, “not to mention my duties as Supreme. There’s just too much to think about. What if-” you’d cut off her upcoming rambling with a lengthy kiss, which she relaxed into; eventually giving in to you.

Describing how Zoe and Queenie had offered to run the school in her absence, insisting how competent they’d become and that Delia had helped form them into wonderful young ladies during their time at Miss Robichaux's. Myrtle had spoken to the board on your behalf, stating how Cordelia needed a break in order to be at her best for the order, and how this would be the best thing for everyone. She’d goaded at the men who’d disagreed, saying sarcastically that it was only for two weeks and if they couldn’t control things for that amount of time then they should rethink their position there.

Closing her case with a snap of the clasps, she smiled, having made up her mind. “It is only two weeks.” She agreed with a nod of her head, sliding up to you and tilting her head. “But we can do a lot together in that time” she kissed you, hands at your waist and a glint in her eyes before walking away. You whined at her pulling away, grasping at the fabric of her blouse.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that, sweetheart. Now where did I put my shoes?” She asked, squeezing your chin once before ducking to look under the bed. You picked up the shoes by the door and pushed them into her hands, lifting her case and wheeling it through the door.

Cordelia insisted on speaking to the older girls before you departed, quizzing them on the class rota and giving them a folder which she said contained detailed lists of what needed to be done, which some of the girls shared knowing glances at one another at. You had to practically pull her away lest she overwhelm the girls; or get too anxious over what may happen in her absence and decide it would be better to simply stay.

 On the plane Cordelia sat by the window and you beside her; you had the pleasure of such a view on a daily basis. The plane was relatively quiet for this time of year, almost half the seats remaining unoccupied as it took off, meaning you had the row empty, and where somewhat private.

“Why do you have a list of things you do everyday? When you do them everyday?” you grinned across at your organised Supreme who had opened a Sudoku puzzle and was staring at it with concentration, tongue poking out between teeth.

“You never know when your lady knight in shining armour is going to whisk you away on holiday, now, do you?” bumping her shoulder with yours, eyes still on the puzzle. “Helps to be organised, is all. And hey! It came in useful didn’t it?”

 Leaving the airport, you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, a shiver prickling over the exposed skin at your neck. The view was already breath taking, you heard Cordelia gasp next to you as she set her case on the ground and raised her head. The snowy mountains peaked in the distance over the buildings of the small city which held the airport. Everything was bright; blindingly so as the sun breamed onto the snow covering the house and pavements.

“It’s gorgeous, my love.”

“Just wait till we get to Zermatt, D.”

You’d booked a small cabin house in Zermatt, a quiet town in Switzerland that your co-worker had recommended. He’d said it was never too busy, which would make it perfect for your intimate winter trip with Cordelia that you’d gushed about. You took the single mountain train that took you into the town, faces pressed to icy windows at the views.

The train journey was short into the town, filled with surprised gasps and pointing out animals that passed. You let your head rest on Cordelia’s shoulder, fingers laced with hers as you both took in the passing snow topped trees and vast frozen lakes. After about 20 minutes of stretching mountains, the train pulled out to reveal your pretty little town of lights.

“There it is.” You pointed to Cordelia, and she let out a small noise at the sight of where you’d be staying. In the dusk of the evening, the town was illuminated by a warm orange glow of cabin house lights, mountains looming behind and enveloping the town in a calm nook of the valley. Pine trees scattered through the cabins, leading to a forest off to the side of the town, climbing into the mountains.

“It’s so beautiful. How did you know about this place?”

“My co-pilot, Mark, do you remember meeting him at that fancy Houston party?” Cordelia nodded, eyes still trained on the town we were now looming in on. “He saw me searching for places and recommended a few places that would be quiet. Said that it pays to be a pilot; you know about the most beautiful places that no one else does.”

 When you arrived at the cabin, giddy with excitement from the built up of the trip, Cordelia wasted no time with using her magic to transport your bags inside so that you could look around. The wooden floors creaked beautiful under foot, socks slipping slightly in your haste to see the rooms. There was a cosy living room with a fireplace and a note saying that wood had been stocked out the back, and soft sofa’s with plush red throws draped over the back. The kitchen was old fashioned with a wooden island, and the walls decorated with wintery scenic photography.

The house was warm, and through the door towards the back of the floor you were met with tiled flooring and large wooden beams covered in hanging fairy lights. The hot tub sat in the middle of the room, the ceiling a gaping glass sheet so you could look up to the sky, framed cinematically with snow dusted trees and the shimmering lights.

Cordelia called you back from your slight daze at the rooms, to follow her voice through to the bedroom. She was lazed on her side in the middle of the bed, seductively stroking the blanket and winking. You laughed at her antics, “we’ve only just got here D, you can’t always be in the mood.”

She grinned, sitting up and pulling you down to straddle her, bopping you on the nose and squeezing your cheeks. “For you, my darling. I am always in the mood.” You blushed, squirming on her lap before forcing yourself to move off her and grabbing her hand.

“Come on, you have to see in this room!” you voiced enthusiastically, practically dragging her after you in your hurry to show her what you’d found.

After having explored the cabin thoroughly you both showered, scrubbing off the feeling of travel from your bodies, before pulling warm clothes on and skipping out of the door with hands held to explore the small town under the hood of the afternoon, sky just beginning to darken as the sun dipped behind the mountains.

The town was so peaceful and warm, despite the snow, due to the glow of the lights and the eery lack of the quiet hum of traffic and bustling crowds. Houses looked too perfect with the undisturbed layer of snow that coated the rooves and painted a scene of perfect calm. You and Cordelia had your faces pressed against the glass of one of the small shops, watching a intricate wooden music box tinkling on the display stand, hands linked as she pulled you inside.

The tiny high street contained a small selection of these shops, selling little trinkets to the few tourists that found themselves inhabiting the cabins in winter. Cordelia had bought you a little pendant necklace with your birthstone embedded into, which she’d told you she’d get engraved back home with your initials. You couldn’t help but go back to the store the next day, alone under the guard of getting alcohol from the shop while she ran a bath, and purchasing her the same necklace with her own stone in. You thought she’d appreciate the notion that you both held something so close to your heart that the other also had next to theirs; a reminder that even when you were away for work, you’d always be there.

Eventually, you both found yourself in a cosy little café, nestled in the back in a two-person booth, warm in the glow of the wooden cabin. In an attempt to rid your bones of the deep chill that had settled throughout the day, you ordered steaming hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows. They’d come promptly, and you thanked the waitress before sinking your chin into your hands to stare admiringly at the woman opposite, only to find her in much a similar position, having been beaming, watching you interact with the serving staff.

Cupping the mug with both her hands, shoulders hunched under her chin, Cordelia sipped at the drink, leaving a small line of cream on her upper lip as she set it back down on the table. You smiled goofily at her, reaching to thumb the offending cream from her face, before setting it between her lips to clean off.

“You’re cute.”

“Says the one with a whipped cream moustache.”

You bickered playfully back and forth, feet kicking under the table as you sipped your hot chocolates and ate flapjacks. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach at the two of you simply relaxing and drinking together; you realised it had been a long time since you’d both been so carefree and without worry to just enjoy the others company.

 The morning sun shone onto the tracks left by your boots in the deep snow behind you, as you both trudged down the unkept pathway towards the secluded train stop. Excluding the small indents of a foxes paws; yours are the only prints that marred the otherwise perfect snow, creating the eery illusion that you were the first to have stepped foot there at all. Cordelia's hand found yours in your coat, fingers linked in the pocket of warmth in the surrounding freezing air. Wisps of condensation danced in front of you at every shivered exhale.

Snow fell peacefully around you as you both talked, speaking in hushed voices as if you would disturb the tranquility; like a pebble into a glassy pond. The sounds around you almost seemed muffled by the soft pillowy snow that enveloped the tree branches and make them bow towards the  ground. Delia gushed about how she'd never seen such beautiful views and how she couldn't get over waking up next to you and seeing the snow counted mountains in the distance out of the window.

You bit back the desire to reach down and pack the snow tightly into a ball, or fall backwards into the blanket and make a snow angel right there, smile wide as you’re returned to a childlike state of excitement and innocence in the presence of snow.

The red paint of the train peeked through the trees ahead of you, stark and conspicuous against the bright white of everything else. Cordelia let out an animated giggle as she set of towards the clearing, pulling you behind her with breathless mumbles of encouragement.

“Come on, what do we want? Front or back?”

The carriage seats were soft and plush as you settled against them, breath steamy against the cool glass when you pressed warm cheeks against it. It was peaceful, you were both among the silent few on the first train of the day that lead to the summit of the looming Gornergrat. The train rumbled beneath you as it became alive, shuddering as it slowly pulled away from the stop, wheels moaning in ached protest as it began its ascent.

Your fingers tingled at the change of temperature on the train, colour blooming back into paled cheeks at the comforting warmth. You both shed gloves and scarves to the seat opposite, hands brushing lingering snow from hats and shoulders as to avoid them melting and seeping invasively into cold clothes. The Supreme took your hand between hers, cupping it and bringing it to her face to blow warm air into her palms, rubbing the numbing cold feeling from one hand before repeating the action on the other.

Out of the window, you could see the rest of the train curl around the corner of the mountain in front of you, the drop into the valley below steep and dangerous just to the side of the track. Cordelia loved to look down into the vast space below, seeing the miniaturized trees and cabins, just the thought of the sheer height made your stomach clench uncomfortably and your head spin, clutching to your girlfriend’s hand. You knew that this feeling was irrational; you spent everyday up thousands of feet above the clouds, piloting planes, but then you had full control of the situation, knowing that nothing could go wrong. This was different.

It started to snow just before the train pulled up at the peak of the mountain, giant dancing snowflakes whirling through the air and turning the sky white with their abundance. You both shrugged hats and scarves back on and shoulders hunching protectively as the door swung open, leaving at the mercy of the elements outside.

Algid winds nipped sharply at your cheeks as you stepped off the train, spontaneous tears forming at the invasive breeze on your face. Cordelia’s hair whipped wildly around her face, only stilled slightly with her hat, framing her excited eyes as she turned to you, smile wide and hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky.

The snow was deep as you trekked the short distance towards the viewpoint, snowfall easing as you reached the edge, clearing the sky in front of you to reveal the clear views that spread before you. Cordelia reached the fencing first, turning to wave a hand to hurry you up and join her.

At the viewpoint, you both let collective gasps leave your lips at the panoramic scenery. 5000 feet above the tiny orangely lit town where you’d been mere hours before. Necks craned to see better, your finger pointing and enthusicastically shouting that you could see your cabin below; a pinprick of brown against the background of overwhelming, white-washed landscape.

Breathless at the sheer view you’d been gifted with of the Alps and the Matterhorn, you both fell into a deep silence. You knitted your brows together, looking forward as you felt in your pocket, breathing deep and building yourself up in your mind to do what you had planned this whole trip for.

“I am so sorry that my job causes me to be so absent.” You mused, elbows coming to rest on the bar of the viewpoint. You both continued to stare at the views as Cordelia mirrored you, elbows leaning on the bar. “Baby, we all have to work. I’m just glad we get to-”

“I quit my job.” You blurted out, causing her to stop and turn to face you. “You what?” Staring at you from behind wide eyes, you repeated yourself, finally tearing your eyes from the winter view to glance at Cordelia. The surprise on her face was not well hidden, neither was the fact she was saddened to hear that you’d quit the job you’d once dreamed of.

“You don’t need to that my love. I know it makes you happy.” Her gloved hand came to hold yours, eyes sincere as she squeezed your hand in hers.

“I got a new job. Its seasonal so I only have to work January through March and then September. Its better than what we’re doing now, right?”

Cordelia nodded, turning to face you. “That gives us so much more time together; thank you.” You fiddled in your pocket to retrieve you phone, having to strip your hands of the warm gloves that covered them to unlock it. You had told Delia that you wanted to show her something on it, but you accidently let the device slip from your fingers and into the snow by her feet, disappearing into the layers of snow.

“I’ve got it.” She assured you, and you let her crouch down to retrieve your phone, slipping down yourself behind her. She straightened up and turned around, smile faltering as she took in your position. “Y/n.” She warned, voice wavering and eyes darting to look for other people that may be nearby. “What are you-”

“I love you Delia. I love you so much and I know that you love me too.” Her hands came up to her mouth when she realised that you weren’t joking, eyes filled with adoration as she listened.

“The moment I knew that I would follow you anywhere, and that you were the one; my only one, was when you looked after me in March when I had that Spanish flu. I couldn’t leave the bedroom in case I passed it onto the girls, and you stayed with me the whole time, caring for me when I was too weak to do it myself.” Cordelia was crying now, beaming through tears which she kept wiping away with gloved fingers, and nodding along with you words.

“Well this is me staying, D, I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives. I love you.” She mouthed ‘I love you too’ back, head leaning to the side slightly as she wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and never let you go.

“I love that you make me whole, and that when you smile, I feel like I might actually die, because you’re so beautiful Deils. I love that you are nothing like Fiona, and that you stick up for me, and that we make memories together and that my most beautiful moments are with you.”

“I can’t wait to have moments just like right now for rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”

You slowly opened the box to reveal the ring that glimmered against the harsh light of the sun; eyes lifting to meet Cordelia who was staring at you unwavering, hands clasped at her chest. She was nodding fervently, laugh bubbling out through her smile as she pulled you up into her by your hands.

“Yes, my darling. Yes of course I will!”

After shakily slipping the ring onto her finger, relief and happiness drawing fresh tears upon both of your cheeky; you let Cordelia admire it against the background of the mountains. Rising onto toes to press a lingering kiss to her temple, her fingers sprayed apart as she held them up to the light.

“Come here you.” She coaxed, fingers wrapping round the back of your neck and drawing you into a passionate kiss. It was the ultimate memory, to kiss, now newly fiancés at the peak of a snow-capped mountain in Switzerland.

 Returning from outside, Cordelia lit the fire with a dexterous flick of her wrist, settling down on the couch with a sigh. Her legs spread across the whole couch, back resting at one end. Her eyes searched for you, twisting to look down the corridor at you walking towards her.

“Come here baby.” She cooed; arms extended towards you in invitation for you to settle between. You gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze before lying between her legs and resting your head against her shoulder, nuzzling your face sideways into her neck, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume on her pulse point.

She wrapped her arms around you, and you let out a surprised squeal as she pressed her cold palms suddenly against the warm skin of your stomach, muscles rippling instinctively under her touch. “Sorry baby.” She apologised, placing a kiss to the hair on the crown of your head before letting her chin rest there.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it” you giggled, relaxing again as her fingers drew absentminded patterns on your torso, her breath tickling the hair atop your forehead as she exhaled.

You both sat in the comfortable silence that enveloped you, having been apart for so long you basked in the fact you can simply hold one another and just exist. Cordelia’s thumb brushed softly against your own knuckles and you hummed in appreciation at the candidly loving action.

That night, Cordelia found herself propped on her side, head lying on her bunched-up pillow and allowing herself a quiet moment of observation. She missed these simple aspects of your presence. The comfort you brought her, even in sleep as she watched your chest rise and fall evenly and undisturbed.

You stirred slightly, face scrunching up momentarily before relaxing into a peaceful expression again, making Cordelia hold her breath to not wake you. Hair had fallen to block you face so she reached out delicately to tuck it back behind your ear, her eyes brimming with tears that she gets to simply watch you sleep like this.

Overwhelmed with her love for you beside her; she fell into a rhythm of her thumb on your cheek, tracing the freckles and light marks that marred your skin beautifully. You always expressed your dislike for these, but Cordelia would always silently shake her head in objection, knowing you would believe her voiced adoration.

“When did I get so lucky?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush lips lightly over yours before returning to her pillow and hooking an arm over your hip.

Dipping into sleep, she found herself vowing to prolong her reign as Supreme for as long as she could, never wanting to leave you alone and vulnerable. Especially while you slept, she thought. You look so pretty when you sleep. So pretty. She drifted off, arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer in sleep.

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[peachyproserpina]

Wickedly Domestic

John Wick x OC

Chapter 3: Meetings and Breakdowns

TW: none

Maria was sweating, not from her run, not from the meeting with the most dazzling person she had ever met. No, she was sweating because she was speeding trying to not be any more late them she already was with her meeting with the fucking CEO of her job. She pulled into a space in the underground parking lot before she threw on her heels and booked it to the elevator leading to the lobby. She could feel her calves complain while her tits were basically bouncing out of her bra. In her rush to get dressed and get out the door she didn't think to even put on tights or a good bra. The drive over had been a mess, she never understood while she bothered driving when she had to go into the city, there was always traffic. If there was something you could count on when it came to New York was traffic and tourists. She had managed to not rear end multiple people on the way into work but that did nothing to help her anxiety, adding the fact she was running late to this meeting and she was almost t-boned at an intersection she was panicking.

She could feel the anxiety build up in her veins and makes her blood run cold despite the fact she could run a hand down the back of her neck and come up with a bucket of sweat. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, tapping her nails on the screen of her phone, she checked the time and winced when she saw it was already half past 7. When the doors to the elevator finally dinged open she bit her lip and huddled in the back corner, there was only one other person she recognized in the elevator out of the 4 people already packed in. She couldn’t place a name to his face but his drab attire screamed ‘accounting’ to her. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and started to tackle the mess that was her hair.

She was still sweating and nervous and she could tell the other passengers in the car were getting tired of her tapping her toes. So busy freaking out about being late she didn’t notice when someone slid next to her and started picking at her hair with her; taking out the knots she couldn’t reach. She froze, someone was in her space, the elevator was filling up and if another intern thought they could feel her up because she was “new and fat” she was going to have a breakdown. She turned to face the intruder and let out a breath when she saw one of her friends. Arianna was working on getting the knots out of Maria’s hair, worrying her lip between her teeth before meeting Maria’s gaze and smiling.

“How’s it going dollface?” Arianna asked while she was rummaging through her bag to find her hair brush. Maria let out an audible breath before replying.

“Could be better, aren’t we like 30 minutes late to this meeting? As region manager you should be freaking the fuck out?”

“Maria, didn’t you get the email update? It was pushed back to 8 am. I told you to check your work email more often.” Arianna chided her, tugging playfully on Maria’s hair. Maria stuck her tongue out at her and moved onto working on her lipstick while her hair was being dealt with. Arianna fussed with her hair before giving up and dropping it back on her shoulders, she was the sole reason Maria has this job. Arianna was the one who vouched for her during the whole interview process, if it wasn’t for her she probably be washing dishes in a bar. While that isn’t a bad job it isn’t enough to keep up on her car payments.

“That’s good I guess. At least I can get something to eat and coffee before the meeting.” Maria unlocked her phone to a barrage of messages from her various group chats. She could feel her anxiety come back tenfold, usually her groups were quiet this early in the day. If everyone was up and making a ruckus someone was usually hurt, or in trouble. She furrowed her brow while she followed behind Arianna, letting her lead her to the line of the little cafe in the building. Opening her roommate chat she scrolled through the 100 plus messages she managed to miss in the short elevator trip up about 60 floors from the garage.

She started from the top, Tubbs, her cat got out again and hasn’t been home since Maria left for work. She cursed herself for leaving the front door unlocked in her rush to be on time. Tubbs was easily 20 pounds and had a knack for opening doors. She shuffled forward with the line,Bradley, her roommates dog would probably find Tubbs skulking around the property before her shift was done, so she wasn’t too worried. Her other roommate Libbie, who was woken up by the incessant ringing of the doorbell approximately 30 minutes ago had been messaging the chat since.

Libbie: I swear to FUCK Mari if you dont fucking ANSWER THESE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF

Cooper: LOLOLOL calm down Libs, she was late to work

Mari: I have no fucking clue what yall are talking about.

Maria was brought back into the world by running into the order counter. She smiled when she saw her favorite barista working behind the counter. She rambled off her order before digging around her purse for her card. She was stopped when Mike, the barista stopped her.

“Don’t worry Mar, it’s on the house, you look like you need it.” Maria gaped like a fish and threw a $5.00 in the tip jar before walking away. Finding Arianna sitting on one of the plush couches she settled in next to her, turning her attention back to her phone. She was barraged by pictures of one of the most breathtaking flower arrangements she had ever seen. Delphiniums, peachy roses, purple hydrangeas, and dainty white bell flowers were all arranged in a huge black speckled vase. From the pictures it looked huge. At least a foot tall and she had no idea how big the round arrangement actually was.

Libbie: look, the guy said these were for you and and these are so fucking expensive. I’m pretty sure this fucking thing weighs 60 pounds. All the delivery guy, who woke me up btw, said it that it was addressed to you and needed to be delivered ASAP.

Mari: okay>>??? It could be like a stalker or something! Maybe it's my mom!

Cooper: We all know your mom is too fucking broke to order this many flowers for you. Maybe it’s your secret sugar daddy??

Mari: Okay Ouch,,,, ur right BUT still. I am not hiding a sugar DADDY from y'all. You think I would still be wearing walmart sports bras if i did have one???

Maria put her phone and silent before she got up and followed Arianna to the meeting room. It was in the executive offices, she they had another elevator ride up approximately 15 floors. Maria nestled herself in the back of the elevator and nursed her coffee.

“Rough morning?” Arianna ghosted her fingers under her own eyes, Maria gently touched her face, wincing when she could feel the bags under them. Maria shrugged, a noncommittal gesture she knew drove Arianna crazy.

“Yeah, my roommate is fucking the twink again and they woke me up at 4 am. I wasn’t able to get back to sleep so I went on a run, then I found this puppy on the trail at the swamp. Then I took her home and the owner was like, so fucking pretty.” Maria took a sip of her coffee before continuing, lowering her voice and the elevator filled with more people heading to the meeting filtered in. “Then Tubbs runs away because I was so fucking blindsided by how beautiful the guy was and I thought I was going to be late for this fucking meeting and apparently a huge fucking bouquet of flowers showed up for me like half an hour ago?” Maria pulled out her phone and unlocked it, shoving the group chat at Arianna. The other woman let out a gasp before she took the phone and scrolled through the chat history.

“Who do you think it was?? I don’t know anyone in the company, or you never told me about anyone you were seeing with the initials ‘J.W.’ and how hot was the guy with the dog?” Arianna handed the phone back before taking a sip of her own coffee. “Because like, your taste in men is trash, ladies you do a good job, but you would fuck a skeleton if it called you pretty.” Stepping out of the elevator, Maria slid it back into her purse before downing the last of her coffee and tossing the cup into the recycle bin by the meeting room door.

“I seriously have no fucking clue about the flowers, and he is like hot, like.” Maria tapped her finger to her chin, “like Adam Driver! But like, classically pretty. Like the kinda pretty you would find in an old painting from like the 1800’s or something.” Maria smiled and stuck her tongue out at Arianna’s shocked face before walking into the office and settling in her designated chair, which was thankfully next to Arianna’s.

“You are the only person who would think a painting from the 1800’s is pretty. Let alone Adam Driver. Him and his goofy fucking ears. So unless you can get a picture I am going to assume he is gross as all the other guys you've crushed on.” Arianna swiveled to look at Maria who was rolling her eyes. It was approaching 8 am. The room fell silent as the doors to the meeting room slammed open, the CEO walked in followed by the rest of the executive team. Arianna snapped her mouth shut before swiveling back to face the front of the meeting room.

#wickedly domestic #john wick x oc #john wick x reader #john and maria #john wick fic

[aeriedwelling]

4, 9, 10, 15 + 19 for the meta writing ask game? I hope that's not too many at once!!

(and no shhh this isn't partially an excuse to see the scattered ashes tag again because I like it so much... hahaha what.... /j)

- ashes :]!!!!

(okay big mood excellent excuse to see the tag again askdjfkasjfd)

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Massive, feathered wings sprawled out either side of him, with tightly-knit, dark purple feathers that catch the light from the glowstone in the walls, glittering faintly like starlight in the dark haze of the room.

He stares. They’re beautiful, like pieces of a galaxy cut right out of the night sky.

could definitely use some reworking, but this is from a watcher!grian fic i'm working on- mans just got his wings and that was their description :D

another one:

There's a strike of a match, a glow of a candle. Golden light ripples across midnight feathers as Philza makes his way across the room.

i just. really like describing light on wings i guess lololol (and also just wings in general!! they're very fun :))

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

longfic! every drabble i write is usually just me working out a scene to go in a longer chapter/fic - the shortest things i write are usually around 1000 words (except that one fic that was around 500 but that was four years ago askdfjlaskfd)

pantsing or plotting depends on the fic i think? Blood of the Wild was all pantsing, but most of my fics nowadays are all plotted (unless they're a lone-standing drabble or oneshot)

sometimes i wish i could go back to pantsing everything but if i don't have a solid idea for where i'm going then the fics will be abandoned and i wanna finish a lot of my current wips ;--;

10. How would you describe your writing process?

i daydream about the stuff i wanna write and then never actually write anything

(i also make playlists and outlines and note documents and ramble to my best friend and make vague posts on tumblr but nothing ever gets written)

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

tags all the way!!! i never know how to tag ;--;

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

-best friends to lovers and found family are my two favorite tropes so a LOT of my fics will include one or both of those askdjfkasjdf

-characters grinning?? in dialogue??? "he grinned at him" i need more ways to describe characters smiling at each other it's always "he grinned"

-i feel like i describe lights and lighting a lot i dunno

-i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, a lot of my fics are me processing things so my characters do get hurt but they always get comfort and hugs because i need them to be okay in the end

i'm really bad at like. noticing things about my own writing so i asked my best friend/beta reader and this is what he had to say (copy-pasted from discord):

In terms of general story things, the phrase that comes to mind is comfy angst

It's like Things are kind of awful but there's comfort and catharsis and things And gay lovers :P

Honestly I don't feel like anything you write is repetitive or copy-paste I feel like you are really good at writing this new genre we've created And so a lot of your stories fit that general vibe But they're all very much unique

so yeah! lemme know if you guys notice any repetitive stuff i do! i wanna know :D

from this

#idk if you'll get a notification for this cause i saved it as a draft but we'll see!! #ty for the ask ashes!! <3 #writing ask game #scattered ashes #pigeon rambles

[obeyme-life]

HC: The Brothers With A Little Spitfire! (Part 1)

(Fem!Reader)

For @imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo

Lucifer:

At first he'd find it annoying—your temper often often led to arguments with teachers or other trouble, so it did add to his paperwork.

He found himself smirking as he read the reports though. You were blunt but... You weren't necessarily wrong. It was kind of endearing.

He'd find himself discussing you with Lord Diavolo more often than just in your exchange program reports. He'd pace the room as he complained about your attitude, Diavolo sitting at his desk in silence watching Lucifer go back and forth. But he was smiling as he described your quirks.

"She's worse than the chihuahua! She's a chihuahua that barks! Bites, even!" He scoffed one time, referring to your small stature. Diavolo was used to you being the topic by now. With a sigh he sat down his pen and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips. "Bites? So what? You're into that sort of thing. Or did you think I'd forgotten?" Lucifer was blushing. He'd hit the nail on the head.

After Lord Diavolo made him aware of his feelings, he'd find himself intentionally riling you up sometimes. He was used to strict obedience... The way you snapped back was refreshing.

In his office one day you'd had enough of him pushing your limits, grabbing him by the tie and yanking him close, your cheeks a dead give away for your attraction—even if your smartass remarks hid it fairly well.

Lucifer's smug grin was unforgettable—but not as unforgettable as what came next.

"Finally." He sighed, sounding amused at your irritation. Then he leaned down and captured your lips.

"You're all mine, MC. Don't ever change but... Perhaps curb your fire enough that only I get to share these moments with you?"

Mammon:

Mammon got off to a rough start with you. You were always so angry and he was always so annoying.

At first it was a quick smack to his hand if he tried to grab your pencil or a few pieces of your popcorn during a movie. "Jeez MC, I'm the Avatar of Greed and you're worse at sharing than I am!" He'd tease, secretly looking for your attention. Even if you were chastising him, you were still focused on just him.

He'd do things to get you steaming mad, like leaning on you and calling you "Shorty".

"I'm short amongst my brothers and you're still tiny compared to me!"

The brothers could see all the signs, maybe even before you and Mammon. The red cheeks, the stuttering, the excuses to touch each other even if you were shoving or batting away a hand.

The explosive conclusion to your 'just friends' status came after a particularly bad fight. You'd found him snooping in your room for something to sell. You were sure everyone in the House of Lamentation could hear you yelling at each other. You shoved him hard, making him stumble back onto the bed—except he'd grabbed the nearest thing for support, which happened to be you.

As you fell onto the second oldest there was a heated pause as you both reddened in embarrassment and closeness. Mammon moved first, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the top of your head. "I'm sorry MC... Could ya forgive the great Mammon?"

"Wh-Whatever, stupid! Just... Don't let go, okay? Or I'll really be mad!"

Levi:

Part of Levi was put off by your confrontational nature... But you were so small and cute! He was observing you one day when he accidentally mumbled his thoughts out loud. "... Chibi... She's like a chibi..."

Although you yelled at him for the comment, he found himself blushing—because you were too. He'd been looking at you, and you both knew it.

He was careful to keep his comments to himself from then on, but the more he watched you the harder he fell. You were like an anime character, how could he not!?

It became too much one day as you sat together playing games. You had toooootal gamer rage lololol! "M-MC... I've been meaning to say this for awhile b-but..." His eyes never left the screen—avoiding eye contact. "You're so small and like, totally tsundere, and I-I really like that about you..."

He'd already lost the level from all his fumbling so now he sat down his controller to ramble more. "I-I know I'm a t-t-totally gross nerd and whatever but I w-was wondering if you'd like to go on a... Y'know... Date...? With... Me?"

You tossed your controller aside and rolled your eyes. "I'll do one better than that. I'll be your cute normie girlfriend—now shut up and kiss me so we can finish this level!"

I HAVE TO DO THIS IN TWO PARTS, IT'S GETTING TOO LONG AND I'M ON MY PHONE—

Also sorry about how my headcanons always turn into like small fanfics???

#obey me #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me headcanon #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #admin writes

[kyutown]

Good evening my liege! 💖 I was intrigued to find out about you while diving deeper into tumblr hell so, I am here with a plead to ship me with nct and svt, of you'd be so kind ✨

Alright so for starters, I'm an infp! I'm a generally well-mannered person with people I meet for the first time, borderline sweet and awkward at the same time. I like not to overinvest in first meetings with people and sometimes I think I am somewhat defensive of myself. My emotions always show on my face, both the good and the bad ones. So if someone does say something that I find offensive or whatnot, it SHOWS. I generally hate rude and offensive people all together, as well as people who are vulgar if we're not well acquainted first.

I'm not good at starting conversations and I usually just tend to listen to my friends talk most of the time. It's not like I have nothing to say but I really like listening to my favorite people ramble on about things they love or generally talk about their lives. Im a pretty good listener and I am always objective, even with my family. I won't hold back and I will give you my honest opinion in every case. I always try to see from all perspectives, maybe that's why I'm often somewhat indecisive.

That being said, I really don't shut up about things I love or my hobbies. I'm usually the mood maker of the group as I hate conflict and tension. I am a very sarcastic and cynical person in general and that reflects on my humor, which can vary from vulgar to very dark and inappropriate. Yes, the type of person that will try to hold in their laughter cause I made a mental joke to a funeral. I love witty, stimulating and deep conversations. I'm not that big on casual chitchat but it's okay most of the time I guess.

I'm the personification of open-minded and im also quite opinionated and I can back up my arguments if needed but I tend to avoid getting into heated conversations cause again, my mind reads it as tension. I love being around friends doing nothing and everything but most of the time, I find alone time to be very healing for my mind and soul. I find authenticity and weird little quirks that people have extremely attractive. I'm somewhat stubborn as well.

I also used to have stress and anxiety issues, not anything serious but enough that I had trouble sleeping at night. It was just a few years ago that I decided to not care about every single thing and have a more of a "fuck that" approach in life and honestly, I've never imagined that it would be so liberating. I regained my confidence, physically and mentally, it was an empowering process! I really do believe that self-exploring and healing is the no1 most important thing that someone can do. Love yourself first and foremost and fck what anybody thinks.

So, moving on xD I am a romantic and soft deep down, even though I try not to show sad emotions when around people. But you can be sure I cry at random rescuing dog videos, or videos with people helping each other. I love humanity but hate it at the same time? 😂 Idk if that makes sense, it is what I feel lol I love to learn new random stuff! I'm currently studying linguistics and uni and I aim to be a translator or interpreter, cause i love languages and the cultural differences that come with it. Hence my undying love for music of different genres and languages! Music relaxes me and I couldn't imagine going on without it for more than 3 days. While I do tend to listen to kpop which is more upbeat and experimental, I also LOVE Latin music and rock. I love love traveling around the world! My hobbies include drawing which I'm self taught, fashion and creative writing! I tend to daydream A LOT during the day and so many ideas pop up in my head. I love exploring other cultures' religions and beliefs as well as mythology. I always found it fascinating. I love plants as well! My room is basically a garden xD I also love mystical but also borderline creepy and gory stuff xD I call skulls "pretty" the same way I would call a puppy "cute" 🤣 I'm aware οf that but I can't help but enjoy the look of horror in people's faces xD

oh, I really enjoy observing people as well! Not in a weird way! Their mannerisms, the way they speak, their features. I also love thriller and horror movies the most as well as dark social drama ones. You know, with murders, suicides etc I like how in even the tiniest ways they depict our society as people and frankly, it's sad but I try to be optimistic and keep a positive approach in life. I also really appreciate stand-up comedy xD

Closing up this huge essay, some last things xD I, and I cannot stress this enough, am unable to flirt. Like at all. I can't even maintain eye contact for more than two Seconds. I wish I was kidding. Sadly I'm not 😂Weird thing is, turns out I am actually able to flirt but I'm not aware I'm doing it?? I'm a master at text flirting apparently lololol. What I am, is also called DENSE AS SHIT when it comes to couple things. True story, if you want to do the freaky with your s/o and you need me to leave the room you better TELL ME RIGHT TO MY FACE or else, we gon be there aaaaall night xD And its actually a remarkable feature of mine, considering how dirty minded I usually am lol

I also think I'm touch starved sometimes, like I really like hugs and cuddling and teasing but I'm not gonna ask for it🥺I'm a night owl and I tend to procrastinate a lot. I can't work efficiently if there's not a deadline, like I need that pressure on me in order to function xD My weak spot is actually to act whiny and needy and cutely in front of me. I can do ANYTHING that u ask me of when this happens. And if I show any resistance, JUST KEEP IT UP. I'm jelly on the floor when this happens. Idfk why, it just works?? My sister is abusing the sht out of this method 😭I can't say I make friends easily, cause I believe I do come off as maybe off-putting or weird at times, plus as I said if you're really cant shove your conversation in my face the first time we meet, imma be just an awkward ball of giggles and smiles and "can I go home now pls" 🤣 My general aesthetic / vibes would be sunsets on beaches, soft grunge, cottage core, lofi and hedge witch aesthetics!

Okay so, I think that's everything and probably way more than u needed, so thank you for reading everything my stupid ass wrote❤️

hi! thank you for responding!

for nct, i think yuta would be a nice fit! yuta also likes rock as his favorite band is one ok rock which is a rock band. i feel like you guys would always listen to music (not always rock) and would enjoy making time go by like this!

for seventeen, i think you would match well with the8! the8 would be the type to enjoy exploring new cultures with you and new religions, he would also love to dress up with you and put together outfits with you!

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop ships #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct ships #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 ships #nct yuta #yuta imagines #nct yuta imagines #yuta #nct 127 yuta imagines #nct 127 yuta #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen ships #svt #svt imagines #seventeen the8 #the8 imagines #the8 #seventeen the8 imagine

[mrsgiovanna]

I've been scrolling through your blog and it's so sweet. I love your interactions and little comments on the art XD. I came across the ask about Giorno's nightmare about his mom. How would Bri react to Giorno's mom? If they had to just run into her somewhere?

Hi my sweet nonnie 🥺

Aaaaah I... 🙈 Ty for saying that, it's so sweet. I always worry that it's overly annoying lol so the reassurance is comforting🤲❤️

Oooof, I remember having a similar conversation with my friend. If Bri and Giorno were to see his mother again, whether by chance or she actively seeks him out I think Bri would wait to see how Giorno reacts first before doing anything, it's one of the few times she wouldn't rush in blindly because it's his wellbeing at stake not just hers. As much as she would like to enact a muda rush of her own, she knows that there's a lot of emotions that Giorno would be fighting within himself, (I mean if she feels that way, she knows it's so much more intense for him) and so her first concern would be making sure that Giorno is okay and serving as a source of strength for him. Self restraint is what she would rely on the most.

Awwww there's more I could say but I've rambled enough lololol, ty for the ask, these are always interesting to think about. I hope you have the best day/night ❤️⭐💕💫❤️🌟🐞✨

#sweet nonnie🥺 #asks answered #bria adal #don giovanna #Bria Giovanna

[bigskydreaming]

Thank you again and still for all the help and support! I really truly can not imagine making it through the past couple days without it, considering I spent most of it awake and in the bathroom puking from the constant migraines that come with your head not being happy about its bones not being in the right place. Stress aggravates them, or at least my awareness of them, and because of how little work there is currently and how expensive being broke and disabled in LA is, let’s just say, there’s been stress, lol.

I’m feeling a bit better today, or at least I’m making myself pretend that and act like that since I’ve got another appointment at that clinic where I get my juicy and tasty IV bags of nutrients pumped into me since I barely even CAN eat, physically, which combined with the lack of sleep and the nausea, like, also not a great combination.

So, I mean it when I say your donations and support have absolutely been invaluable, everything from a couple dollars to an anonymous message, like, its all amazing and appreciated and invaluable. Yeah. I already said that, whoops, anyway, BUT I DIGRESS.

That’s about all of an update I have there, lol, so in other news, I should be around more today since like I said, I’m feeling a bit better and have possibly plateau-ed on this latest pain level. (My super-annoying superpower....ever since I was a kid I’ve been able to adapt to increases in pain like a pro. As in, being able to manage/function despite it. Course, I still feel it, but give me a day or two to adjust to a new norm in how much my body hates me currently, and then I can power through).

So, like I said, I should be around more today, and I’ll probably be random as hell. Like I’ve mentioned before, my blog is where I spew literally everything from inane thoughts to fandom feels, since its like.....my only social outlet these past couple years and the only way I get to interact with people who aren’t doctors. Expect no pattern in topics until I find whatever sticks and keeps me focused on it enough to serve as a distraction from, y’know, the broke body and broke bank account.

SO! Absolutely feel free to hit me up about anything and everything. ESPECIALLY if you’ve made a donation or sent me something. Like, I know some people who have sent money don’t even follow me or know me at all and are just generous spirits who saw my post somewhere, but for any of you who have sent any kind of support just cuz you like, like me and my rambles, lol, totally feel free to drop into my messages even on anon and say what kind of posts or content from me you really engage with and would love to see more of. I can’t make any promises or guarantees, unfortunately, given I didn’t expect or plan on crashing so hard these last couple days, bleh, and just....literally, like, writing more of the kind of stuff or posts people who have helped me stay alive is pretty much the only way I have of kinda giving at least something back, so I mean, I am happy to pounce on anything in that direction. 

Again, just can’t make any guarantees given how unpredictable my life is and depending on how many people send requests or prompts or messages, etc, but I don’t delete anything of that nature and I usually get back around to stuff EVENTUALLY. For instance, I’m REALLY hoping to finish up two one-shots today, one that’s focused on Duke, Dick and Cass from that prompt you sent me a couple weeks ago, @zee-gee, and the other uh.....that umm, TW/X-Men fusion you commissioned way longer ago than my pride will allow me to admit in public @camelotpark, lol. And like, those posts you see me making to @russianspacegeckosexparty about the changelings project I talk about a lot, like.....Adam basically just sends me random thoughts and prompts about it all the time, and its like a running thread that’s easy for me to pick back up and sink into whenever I see a new one in my inbox and I’ve got enough spoons at the moment to dig in.

Also have a couple other things I want to respond to today while I have the energy and a destined-to-be-longer-than-it-needs-to-be meta about Dick’s positioning in narratives with various other characters and WHY I think it so usually works out that way, and I’m aiming to keep that more like....musing-esque than rant-errific, but uh, let’s see how that actually goes, lmfao.

Anyway, that’s what I have in mind for today, aside from my going to get my IV buffet at ten and emailing and calling people from listings about rooms to rent, but tbh, I might just end up being even more random and sporadic than usual, if I can’t focus on any of those long enough to stay sufficiently distracted today. (Like, my other annoying superpower as long-time followers have heard before, is my ridiculously fast metabolism. I know, “oh no, I’m so skinny, poor me,” but like....its never been about weight gain or loss for me, its about how fast my body processes various medications, meaning pretty much every painkiller I’ve ever tried is largely useless to me, or at most wears off in a couple hours.....whereas my ADHD meds actually provide me MORE relief from the pain than any of them. Basically, they let me actually focus on something OTHER than pain and not get interrupted/distracted by the occasional pain spike that likes to remind me its there and wants my attention......so I mean, I still feel everything that comes with my head being physically out of whack, but for the hours vyvanse is working for me, coupled with some heavy duty pain meds, I can like.....just sorta....not care about it for awhile. Like, it hasn’t gone away but its more shoved to the back of my mind at least. And all of that, I’m happy to stuff in a closet whenever I can, lol).

And that’s enough rambles for this post, I think. LOLOLOL, as if I have a quota. But yeah. Just wanted to express how much your support has meant and continues to mean, and like.....I’m still here and alive and crossing fingers that I’ll hear about an actual surgery date soon, but in the meanwhile like......I’m kinda stuck in a perpetual Limbo, one that’s largely confined to whatever is in hobbling distance from my bed of the day, and as much as donations help me physically, in remaining able to at least stay that way, just, any and all interactions on here help by keeping me engaged with the world on at least some level, and make it so I have stuff to think or talk about beyond my own situation and how I’m not a super huge fan of that.

(Okay, I shouldn’t say any and ALL interactions are appreciated, since I have my fun little runs of anon hate in my inbox, but I mean, all of the above is why they’re not really a big deal to me and never have been. Its like, dude, my own body has been trying to take me out for the past three years, and you think a few insults from an anonymous stranger are gonna do the trick? LOLOL, please. Tbh, the only real negative effect anon hate has on me is that it makes me a bit more snappish and quick to assume the worst than I’d like, when people @ me in a way that I misread as aggressive or in bad faith. I’m aware that my day-to-day temperment is a lot more irritable and open to fights than I usually like to be, as self-control is kinda a big deal to me, and my situation and stress and other shit kinda keep me constantly operating at a level best described as itchy, and none of that is an excuse for any times I read an interaction wrong and go for the throat. I just mean like.....I’m a very blunt and straight-forward person, and I do appreciate when people take a similar approach to me as it really helps keep those misreads to a minimum. Any time someone wants to engage with me in some way, I promise I am SO much easier to talk to if you just....put it out there, whatever it is. Its the games people play online (and in real life) that just frustrate the hell out of me and...yeah. Again, I’m not saying any of that as an excuse or a request for a free pass any time I fuck up an interaction or cross a line, I’m just saying, if anyone’s held back on interacting with me because they think I might snap at them or mistake it for them trying to start a fight, like......just be direct with me. Honestly, thats just....always gonna be more productive when it comes to me.)

But yeah. So that’s the current state of me and all that jazz. Again, I so appreciate everything everyone’s done to support me, not just these past couple days but over the course of these past three years as well. I notice and remember all of it, and its why even though I rant and complain and am critical about so much in society and fandoms and all that.....I really truly am a believer in the idea that there’s more good in people and the world than bad, and the bad just tends to be louder is all. It was especially loud for me the last couple days, the volume got way jacked up, but the goodwill from you guys has been more than enough to drown it out and give me some reprieve.

Alright, shutting up now. All done. The end.

[woo-san-shine]

Our Way

ateez college au

Premise: You and your best friend from high school move away to a university 3 hours away from your small hometown. You find yourself meeting a strange cast of characters along the way that will help you find your way throughout your freshman year.    

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none, filler chapter 

Author’s Note: Hi!!! I know it has been literal months since I’ve posted, but university was a lot more overwhelming than I thought it was going to be. But I do have a lot more free time now, so hopefully I can get this story back up and running! Some things about this au will change (mostly texting images because I have a new app for that lololol). Thanks~ 

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Chapter 8

It was a few hours later and I was struggling with my portrait.  I had said goodbye to Mingi, who had told me he was going to go take a nap when we got back to the dorm.  Sooyoung wasn't in the room when I got there, so I decided to put on some music and try to work on sketching Chaewon's hair.  During class, we had taken pictures of each other for reference, so I had my phone propped up against my pillow while I lay on my stomach on my bed.  I am trying to redo her right eyebrow for probably the 8th time when I hear the door open.

"Jaaaaaaemin, are you in here?" Sooyoung's voice enters the room before she does.

"Up here," I say as I turn around to see Sooyoung taking off her shoes in the doorway.  I am also pleasantly surprised to see Mingi standing behind her.

"Oh, hello again," I say to him.

He waves up at me from behind Sooyoung, who turns quickly to look up at him.

"Again?" she questions.

"We somehow ended up in the same English class," I say as she looks back and forth between Mingi and me, brows slightly furrowed.

"Huh," she says while walking over to her desk. "What are the odds." Her tone implies this as more of a statement rather than a question.

"How was your nap," I ask Mingi. He was just kind of standing in the middle of the room awkwardly while Sooyoung was emptying her bookbag at her desk.

"Uh, kinda short," he says to me under his breath. "I had just laid my head on the pillow and before I know it, there was a knock on my door."

"Hey, I didn't force you to come over here," Sooyoung says shooting a look over to us. "I just wanted to see if anyone was home.

Mingi shyly stares down at his shoes.

"So Jae, tell me about your first day," Sooyoung says to me.

"Oh, I mean, it was nothing special. Had a few classes, already have an assignment due on Wednesday, a professor may or may not be out to get me. Ya know, the usual."

"What?" She questions.

"Oh wait until you hear this," Mingi says urging me to keep talking.

There is an ever so faint scowl on Sooyoung's face as her eyes dart from Mingi's excited smile to my slightly worried one. I tell her about the mug incident and that scowl quickly turns into a face full of rage.

"Are you kidding me, Jae?! She can't do that to you!"

Mingi has to almost hold her back as she threatens to go find Ms. Lee and teach her a lesson.

"Really, Soo," I say with my hands outstretched, trying to calm her. "There's nothing I can do now."

"What a bitch, though," she says, folding her arms.

"Uh didn't you want to work on our Calculus homework?" Mingi says, clearly trying his best to steer her away from any more talk of beating up Ms. Lee.

I go back to my sketch while the pair start on their homework. For awhile we all work in silence, me sketching on my bed and the pair sitting on the floor on their laptops. The silence slowly starts to turn into muffled chatter, and then into Sooyoung's high pitch giggling. I peek over the edge of my bed to catch a glimpse Sooyoung doing an over-exaggerated laugh to whatever Mingi had just said.

"Wait, Jae, where are you going?" Mingi asks.

Neither of them had noticed me climb down from my bed and head for the door.

"Uh, I'm just going to go for a walk," I say to the pair. If I was being honest, I couldn't take the sound of them cooing over each other any longer. "I'm not really getting anywhere on my portrait," I say gesturing to the sketchpad I had abandoned on my bed.

"Don't be out too late," Sooyoung says to me with a wink. She then proceeds to grab Mingi by the chin and direct his gaze from me back to her.

I roll my eyes as I walk out of the room and shut the door. It was probably for my own good to leave. I really didn't know where I was going to go, but I was thankful that I grabbed my headphones before I left. I slip in my earbuds and make my way out of the dorm.

It was early evening as I walked across campus. The warm air felt nice on my skin in contrast to the cold, air-conditioned dorm room. I find a nice grassy area full of park benches under a canopy of trees that was across from one of the dining halls and plop myself down in the shaded area beneath a large tree. I watch the many students walking by for awhile. A few others were sitting amongst the grass like I was. I turn my music up a little louder and lie back on the ground, staring up at the sky between the tree branches. I close my eyes and let the sound of the music coming from my headphones fill my mind.

I don't know how long it's been before I feel a presence standing over me. My eyes flutter open.

"AH, what the hell?!" I yell in shock. I jolt upward, tangling myself in my headphones.

"Woah, Jaemin! It's me!"

I am just about to throw an upward kick in the direction of the figure before I recognize the voice.

"...San?"

"Ha, yeah. Sorry if I woke you," he says quickly. "Here let me help." He kneels down next to me and helps me untangle my headphones that had gotten stuck in my hair.

"Thanks," I say a little flustered. "Uh, sorry I almost roundhouse kicked you."

"Hey, it's okay. I don't blame you," he says with a chuckle. "I kind of snuck up on you anyway.  Mind if I sit?"

"Oh no, of course not," I say. I pat the ground next to me. He sits down, placing his bookbag on his other side. "Did you just get out of class?" I ask.

"Yeah. A Monday night-class is going to be rough," He says while running a hand through his hair.  

I had only just realized that it was now dusk. 

How long had I been asleep? 

"I'm lucky you found me here, I might have slept out here all night," I say to him, laughing at myself.

"What were you doing out here?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I needed a break from sketching. And my dorm room was getting a bit... crowded."

"What were you sketching?"

"A portrait for one of my classes."

"You have homework already?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I sigh.

I look around and notice that we are virtually the only ones on this side of campus. The sun had almost fully set, and there were fireflies lazily floating above the grass. Lampposts along the sidewalk had begun to glow brighter as the sun sank lower and lower into the horizon.

"This is a nice spot you found here," he says, glancing around in the growing darkness at the surrounding trees.

"It reminds me of home," I say a little quietly.

"Do you miss it? Home, I mean?" he asks looking over to me. Even in the dark, I can see his silvery-gray eyes staring at me intently.

I pause for a few seconds. "I miss my parents."

San looks forward again and I can't quite read his expression. "What are they like?" he asks, turning back to gaze at me.

It takes everything in me to not mindlessly stare at his face like a dumbass, but I somehow find the words.  "Well, they had me a little later in life, so they're a bit older.  I'm an only child, so It was always just the three of us.  They both work really hard and I know I don't thank them enough for all that they gave me..." I trail off.

"Tell me more," he says.

I want to sarcastically say that there's really no need for him to pretend to care about my life, but the genuine look of interest in his eyes and stops me.  "Uh, well we lived in a little house that was lowkey in the middle of a forest.  We all loved being outside, I remember that being a big part of my childhood.  I think that's why I gravitate towards places like this," I say, gesturing around to the canopy of trees.  

"I wish I grew up away from the city," he says, looking around to where I gestured. "It’s always just so... loud"

"It's not as great as it sounds. Why'd you think I moved so far away for college?"

"Well, why did you leave?"

I pause. "Well... as much as I liked the area I grew up in and miss my parents.... I just needed to get out."

"Get out?"

"Yeah... there was just nothing there for me. Nothing compared to all the opportunities there are here in the city. I just didn't want to get stuck." I stare at San, who is looking at me with his silver eyes. "I don't know if that makes any sense. Sorry for kinda rambling I-"

"No no don't apologize!" he says quickly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I like listening to people talk. About anything."

I try my hardest to ignore the tingling sensation that lingered once he removed his hand from my shoulder. "Well, I appreciate it."

We go back and forth for a while, him asking me questions about my life at home, my history with Sooyoung, my hobbies, etc.  Then the topic turned to music.

"Wait, wait, wait.. you like EXO?" San's eyes widen.

"Yeah! That's what I was listening to before I fell asleep."  

"I saw them live the last time they went on tour!" he says excitedly.

"Woah, that's lucky."

"It was a great show... do you mind?" he asks, pointing towards my headphones.

I give him a confused look as he grabs my headphones. He places one earbud in his ear and reaches to place the other in my ear.  His hand lingers slightly, then moves to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My eyes dart from him, to his hand, to my phone that he is now holding.

Say something, you idiot.

"Can I play a song?" he asks, a soft smile on his lips.

"Uh.. yeah of course." 

He scrolls for a little bit and then plays one of the other EXO songs I had saved.  I watch him as he starts to hum along to the melody.  

We stay like that for a while, each choosing a few songs as we watched the remainder of the sun sink beneath the trees.  Although we were just sitting there listening to the music, it didn’t feel awkward at all. 

“Well I guess we should probably get going,” he says, checking his watch. 

The sun was fully gone now. 

“Thanks again for waking me up,” I say as I get up from my seat on the ground. 

He chuckles and stands up, grabbing his bag. “It was really no problem. We should do this again sometime.” 

I raise an eyebrow. 

“This tree,” he nods to where we had both just been sitting. “It could be a nice spot to relax, bring friends here, just hang out ya know?”

I try to ignore the ever so slight annoyance at the word “friends”. 

Did you actually expect anything? You just met. 

“No yeah, of course,” I say quickly.  

We both say our goodbyes and head in the opposite direction of our dorms. 

“Hey wait!!” 

I turn to see him jogging back to me. 

“I want to make sure you get home okay, could you like, text me when you get back to your dorm?” 

I pause. “I mean I would if I had your number,” I say with a slight smirk. 

He blinks, and then laughs. “Oh, you didn’t notice? I put my number in your phone while I was changing one of the songs,” he puts air quotes around the last five words.  

I gasp, mouth fully hanging open. 

“It’s under Choi San fox emoji,” he says casually. 

“You- you really-” I stutter. 

He laughs again. “Goodnight, Jaemin.” 

...

When I finally get back to my dorm Sooyoung is in bed with the lights off, scrolling on her phone. 

“Where were you? I was just about to call the police or something.”

“Oh, I just went for a walk,” I say casually.

“Well next time tell me where you are, okay?” She says all this without looking up from her phone. 

“Yeah, of course,” I say as I crawl into my bunk, only to find the unfinished sketch I had abandoned earlier.   

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[ivisite]

DRAGONBORN 30 DAY CHALLENGE 

Day 1 - The Very Basics  

Name:  Saoirse Gudrun   ( Seer-sha  GOO-Droon )

- Saoirse is Irish Gaelic ( which is funny all considering she’s meant to have a Scottish accent, but I digress ) and it means something along the lines of “freedom” which I figured was pretty befitting of her as a character. 

Gudrun is Norse in origin and is the name of an old Norse heroine whom was known for being in many Germanic epics as a “Beautiful but dangerous woman. Many knights would die in her wake either for or against her...” It’s translation is something to bicker about but for the most part it’s thought to mean something along the lines of “God’s Lore”.

Age:  26 ( at the time of Helgen ) 4E 201

Date of Birth:  Evening Star 02, 4E 175   [ As though by some terribly fitting fate, she was born under The Thief sign ] 

Gender: Female 

Race: Nord w/ some Reachman thrown in on her Fathers’ side [ she doesn’t acknowledge it, however. }

Do they favour combat, magic, or stealth? Or some combination thereof?:

She’s a stealthy archer type that will stab at you with a dagger if you get too close, but later in the story she would pick up proper swordsmanship will training with the Companions. She still favors the bow and arrow, but learns to defend herself with something a bit more intimidating should she have to later in life. 

How would you describe their class?: 

In DnD terms, at least, I might would consider her some mash-up between a Ranger and a Rogue, a Rouge Ranger if you will. Skill wise, as far as Skyrim goes, her top skill sets, starting out, would be Sneak, Archery, Speech and Alchemy. She’s fond of making poisons to dip her arrows in and getting as much damage at a distance as she can before resorting to up-close combat. 

Magic wise, unlike most Nords, I figure genetically speaking at least, she might have a bit more Magicka than the average Nord would because her Father’s side being Reachmen (which has similar stats to a Breton). She doesn’t know much magic, but she has enough to use the spell “Transmute Mineral Ore” twice before needing to recharge. 

[ Author Added / Theme of Story ] :

When I first started toying with her as an idea, I wanted her to have the conflict of “Duality” as her over-arching story theme. She’s had this life of Rouge-like debauchery and adventures before all the sudden getting caught up in a near death situation and thinking to herself “I need to re-evaluate my life.” Throughout the story, at least as I think of it, she struggles with her inner desires of running off and re-joining the life of being a thief in the sewers of Riften with the man she undoubtedly loves, and doing what is best for her, logically speaking, and stepping past that hasty desire and being a mature adult. She knows she has to go fulfill her destiny as a Dragonborn, but also discovers a part of herself she wasn’t aware of while initially hiding out at Jorravskr. Turns out, she’s a good person deep deep down and that realization just adds to her inner conflict. She’s not meant to be the greatest hero ever sang about, but instead is meant to represent a duality of sorts. She is a thief and has to go back and atone for her wrong-doings in the past, but isn’t the same person she was when she left upon returning and that is where she starts to see the divide in herself and the “Skeevers” she thought herself to be akin to. And Of course, all the while trying to solve all of Skyrim’s problems and defeating Alduin. She’s never a Morally Good person, but she isn’t ever a terrible one, either.  

LOLOLOL enough rambling okay but like I’ve decided to challenge myself with one of those challenges you do BUT make myself hate myself more by Drawing A title picture for each day :’D I was inspired by @eeveevie doing it and if anyone is interested the original post is here

#dragonborn challenge #digital art #character creation #my oc #female dragonborn #saoirse : oc #skyrim oc #tes oc #skyrim

[cdyssey]

Hadestown (7/14/19), Act II

The second half of my thoughts and incoherent rambling from Hadestown! Act I is here.

“Our Lady of the Underground” —

A.K.A. Again, and I cannot stress this enough, but Amber Gray is the love of my life.

She comes out with a flask in her hand, which she surreptitiously sticks into her bra, so she can dance, lololol.

Her energy and vitality are just so infectious. When she smiles, you can't help but smile. When she start giving shout-outs to the musicians, the rumble of pride in her voice echoes throughout Walter Kerr. 

Hermes escorts her at the beginning of the song and then stands off to the side as she sings. He eventually gives her her bouquet of flowers, and she gives him her flask.

“There’s a crack in the WALLLLLLLLLLLLL.” She lifts her flowers into the air as bright [sun]light shines down upon her. It’s an amazing, joyous moment.

“She’s right here waiting in my pay-per-view.” Smirking, Persephone taps her noggin.

“What the boss don’t know, the boss won’t mind.” Having retrieved her flask again, she takes a sip. I got major Prohibition vibes from this line, which is to say that as far as Persephone’s character development goes, you get the sense that she’s ready to rebel against her husband to help our heroes. It’s a big leap from Orpheus’s line about how Persephone is drowning in wine and oblivion.

“Way Down Hadestown (Reprise)” —

OH, this song. THIS SONG MADE ME WEEPY.

So in this one, Eurydice comes out of Hades’s office dressed in worker clothes. She watches in horror as the company workers toil around her, repeating the refrain, “Keep your head low.”

The dichotomy between Persephone looking up at the “crack in the wall,” and the workers keeping their heads low in order to avoid trouble is incredible. Their spirits have been entirely broken, and Eurydice is up next.

She tries to get the workers to acknowledge her, but the Fates mock her for the futility of the action. They’re obviously taking glee at Eurydice’s situation.

Another incredible dichotomy: the jauntiness of “Way Down Hadestown,” which Eurydice once smiled at, and the sinister spin the reprise puts on the chorus. Hermes and Persephone did try to warn her after all.

“Hades laid his hands on you and gave you everlasting life.” HOO BOY—this subversion of religious language was INCREDIBLE.

“Flowers” —

;-;

In “Flowers,” all of the workers except for Eurydice are collapsed on the ground, exhausted and dead to the world. She’s on floor as well, the lone figure lit by light.

“I remember someone / Someone by my side / Turned his face to mine / And then I turned away.” Okay, after I stopped tearing up over these lines, I immediately started tearing up again when I realized that Eurydice doesn’t remember Orpheus’s name.

She doesn’t even know her own.

“Papers” / “Nothing Changes” / “If It’s True”

“Papers” is Hades confronting Orpheus about sneaking into Hadestown. 

When Persephone tries to vouch for Orpheus and Hades tell her, “You stay out of this,” Patrick doesn’t say it as softly as he does on the OBC—he practically yells it at her, and she flinches into silence.

ALSO, GOD, Patrick’s EVIL ENERGY is wiiiiiiild in this one. I love him????

In the “Papers (Instrumental), Hades directs the workers to attack Orpheus, and they, like, beat him up. This is the scene where Timothy lifts him!!

At the end of “Papers,” Orpheus is collapsed on the ground holding his side. He stays like this through “Nothing Changes.”

“Nothing Changes” reminds me of how much the Fates sound like a choir. I love them.

Plot wise, it’s them sowing the first seeds of doubt and defeat into Orpheus’s head. While he initially overcomes their temptations, I think he’s never fully able to shake them away after this, a struggle which carries into “If It’s True.”

Ugh, another song I wish I had the OBC track to listen to for reference, but this one is largely Orpheus’s doubt and idealism warring against each other. If it’s true what the Fates and Hades are saying, he wants to leave, but he’s also not entirely ready to give up. I think this is also the one where he and Eurydice start to rouse the workers’ spirits, showing them that there is hope.

“How Long” —

I love “How Long” so, so much. It might be a contender for my favorite. 

Incredible and moving and vulnerable and tragic. Hades is. Persephone is. They are.

For large parts of the song, they stand on opposite sides of the elevator, which has been lowered so it looks like a pit, a chasm—obviously symbolic of the breach that divides them.

Again, for almost the entire song, Hades never takes his eyes off Persephone, while Persephone turns her head away from him after she’s done singing her verses. I’m so tender for them.

When Hades sings, the lighting changes into a fiery amber, while when Persephone sings, the lighting dulls to a cool blue. It’s an interesting dichotomy. Hades’s makes sense because of his anger and general association with the color red, but I took the blue to symbolize Persephone’s deep sadness. It seeps from her; it pervades the stage.

Lively and joyful she may be most of the time, but deep down on the inside, Persephone is sad.

At one point, they both make it to front stage and stand side by side. Watch their shadows on the floor at this point. It’s a marvelous effect. (Also, watch the shadows on the walls and floor in general! The workers circling the platform in “Chant” especially comes to mind. The lighting in this show is INSANE.)

When they share their final verse, half of the stage is orange, and the other half is blue.

I was emo, y’all.

“Chant” (Reprise) —

In “Chant II,” Hades realizes that Orpheus is rallying his workers. He pulls a lever or something, which signals that they should get back to work, and they do for a couple of “Keep your head lows” until they go into the new refrain of asking why people turn their backs on each other. 

GOD, what a joyous change. Orpheus and Eurydice’s light has given them the courage to question the system for themselves. “Why do we build a wall and then call it freedom?”

Hades grows increasingly angry throughout the reprise. You get the feeling that he’s losing control of his kingdom, and he not only knows it but fears it. He’s frantically trying to grasp onto whatever some semblance of authority he has left.

The thesis of this song is just powerful. If we raise our voices and raise our heads, we can effect change.

“I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY.” First of all, I LOVE PATRICK PAGE, AND HE ABSOLUTELY DID NOT HAVE TO GO THIS HARD, BUT HE DID BECAUSE HE’S AMAZING, AND DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE HIM??? Secondly, when he sings this line, the lights flash bright before flickering out for a couple of seconds.

While he’s counting down (1... 2... 3...), he angrily stomps down the staircase and crosses over to the side of the stage where Hermes gives him a barstool. He takes it and slams it on the ground to wait for “Epic III.”

“Epic III” —

Not 2 belabor the point, but this entire damn musical made me an emotional wreck, and “Epic III” was no exception. It was a religious experience, at once both simple and sublime.

Right before it starts, Hades slowly snaps his fingers twice in expectation.

Hades doesn't really react to the song until the moment Orpheus sings his first “la, la, las.” At those, he immediately gets up and crosses over to Orpheus, shocked and enraged, fully intending to interrupt him: “Where did you get(?) that melody?” Persephone stops him before he can do anything and implores him to let Orpheus finish.

Of course, he recognizes the melody because it used to be his and Persephone’s once upon a time.

(Hgjkahgjkskjnksjfkjhkashfkj—I was tender.)

Orpheus falters after the interruption, but Hermes, placing a hand on his shoulder, encourages him to keep going.

Anyway, REEVE CARNEY DESERVED A DAMN TONY, PART TWO.

If Hades was spellbound, then the entire theater was, too. A boy and a lyre and a song—it doesn’t seem like much, but it was quite literally everything.

Right before Hades echoes Orpheus, there’s a poignant pause in which Persephone turns to fully face him—she hadn’t quite been looking at him before.

Very softly, very gently, she extends her hands to him... and as soon as they touch, Hades finds his song again: “La la la la la la la.” 

My God, I cried.

At the end of Epic III, the carnation “appears” in Hades’s hand. (Holy hell—I don’t know how he did it; it was really quite like it magically appeared.) 

Persephone wipes tears from her eyes as she holds on to her husband, as they hold on to each other.

Also, this isn’t on the soundtrack, but there’s a brief instrumental between “Epic III” and “Promises” where Hades and Persephone dance. They hold each other so tenderly. Their eyes never leave each other’s faces. The flower is in Hades’s lapel.

It honest to God made me believe in love again. 

“Promises” / “Word to the Wise” / “His Kiss, The Riot”  —

This is awful, but unfortunately, I don’t remember that much of how “Promises” was staged. ;-; I was still being emo over Hades and Persephone because “Epic III” ruined me.

While Eurydice and Orpheus sing, they stand still on the corner of the stage holding each other, her head buried in his shoulder, and his head tucked against her neck. They don’t move. They never let each other go.

Towards the end of “Promises,” Orpheus or Eurydice one convince  the other that the king will let them go now that he’s rediscovered his love again, which takes us into “Word to the Wise.”

As soon as Hades admits that he doesn’t know whether he’ll let them go, Persephone violently parts from him, repulsed that he still hasn’t made up his mind in the right direction.

Just as the Fates had teased and mocked Eurydice during “When the Chips Are Down,” they do the same to Hades here. Their impartial wickedness is so good.

“Give him a rope, and he’ll hang himself.” This advice is definitely the seed for the compromise Hades ends up giving Orpheus. Also, ooooh, fun fact: in Greek mythology, death by hanging has metaphoric resonances of extinguishing one’s voice, which, of course, is a tragedy for a poet, a singer, an artist.

And in the end, he does just as the Fates predicted, doesn’t he?

Ugh, the dark orchestration for “His Kiss, The Riot” is chilling. That accordion??? Incredible.

After the brief instrumental section, he addresses Hermes and conveys his plan to him. This is why Hermes is the one who tells Orpheus, Eurydice, and the workers what’s up in “Wait For Me (Reprise)”.

“Nothing makes a man so bold as a woman’s smile and a hand to hold.” He glances over Persephone as he sings this. 

For the most part, Hades sits on his barstool for this one; it really reminded me of a Shakespearean soliloquy!

“Wait For Me (Reprise)” / “Doubt Comes In” — 

The intro to the reprise is so heavy. Hermes is just weary. He knows what Hades is up to. “Divide and conquer is what it’s called.”

“It’s a trap.” / “It’s a trial.” Orpheus’s newfound skepticism really makes itself apparent in this one. He thinks the world’s out to get him, he doesn’t particularly trust himself or Eurydice anymore. The writing’s on the wall, and Hermes knows it better than anyone: “The dog you really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head.”

Eurydice and Orpheus singing the “Wait For Me” chorus together is so unbelievably powerful. God, I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house through these last few songs.

“Show the way so we can see. Show the way the world could be.” The company repeats this refrain because they’re literally following Orpheus and Eurydice, too. ;-; I didn’t realize this until I saw it staged.

“Wait for me.” / “I will.” Hades and Persephone stare at each other and grasp hands. He gives her the carnation, and for the rest of the reprise, she holds it up—a small beacon of hope, a vivid pop of color against a woman clothed in black. Bye. I’m crying again.

And then, when Eurydice ends “Wait For Me”—JESSIE SLAYED THESE VERSES—you can see the hope and belief in her face as she begins to follow Orpheus. She has no doubt that he’ll lead her home.

The light shines bright on Eurydice one last time before the entire stage is plunged into darkness for “Doubt Comes In.”

The staging for “Doubt Comes In” is absolutely incredible. Wow. So there are rings on the stage that rotate—various characters utilize them for walking during songs, and they’re used to brilliant effect here.

Orpheus walks along the outer ring in the darkness; it’s so dark that you can’t see Eurydice and the workers behind him, which adds to the notion that he’s alone, entirely alone. When Eurydice or the workers sing, they’re briefly illuminated only to be plunged into the darkness once again.

Orpheus tries to comfort himself by singing his song, but the doubt and the darkness are too much, too overwhelming. He makes it to the final staircase, and the light signifying the outside is the most vivid location onstage.

When the final note rings out, he turns around, and there Eurydice is. She was there all along.

The elevator takes her back to Hadestown as Orpheus collapses to his knees.

“Road to Hell (Reprise)” / Ovation / “We Raise Our Cups” —

You know how I mentioned that Hermes’s footsteps were the only sounds audible at the beginning of “Road to Hell”? The same holds true here as he walks back onto stage, slowly and wearily. He’s sung this song before, but by the gods, as this song tells us, he’ll sing it again and again.

I never realized that they did this until I saw it live, but as the music ascends into a more hopeful mood, the cast members reset the stage, so that it’s almost exactly as it was at the beginning of the musical. They even go through the same scene of Eurydice entering from the cold and lighting her candle. (OH, and I meant to mention this in my Act I write up, but right after Eurydice descends to Hadestown in “Gone, I’m Gone,” Hermes blows her candle out. 😭)

When the cast lined up on the stage for the bows, the whole theater stood up and clapped for at least ten minutes. I was so overwhelmed with pride and love for every single performer on that stage, that I couldn’t help but tear up.

And then, Persephone and Eurydice sing “We Raise Our Cups.” Orpheus is the only one who doesn’t join in, watching silently as the entirety of Hadestown raises their cups to him.

To the world we dream about and the world we live in... this musical was a life-changing experience, and I’m so thankful that I could inhabit Orpheus’s world, even if just for a brief fraction of this eternity.

Stagedoor: —

This was my first stagedoor, and it was so much fun!! The cast was so lovely and nice and obliging.

My friend and I got a picture with Reeve; he’s really good at stagedoor. He took his time with everyone and made sure everyone who wanted a signature or a picture got one!

I didn’t quite know what to say to anyone because I was just so in awe of them, but I had an amazing interaction with Kay! I told her that it was really important to me to see Asian representation on Broadway, and her face lit up! I love her.

#hadestown #persephone #eurydice #orpheus #hades #broadway #reginianwrites #p: hadestown