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redds-art828 · 1 year
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(Very very late) Birthday Hike
Ship: DenEng
Word Count: 1157
Warnings: None just fluff, and hiking
||Listen i never wrote Denmark until now so I’m still working this out, also this is how I see how their relationship might be, yeah||
Arthur panted as he made his way up the steeper portion of the hiking path. When he made it all the way up he stopped, having to take deep breaths, resting his hands on his knees. He could feel his legs burn and he knew he could no longer continue.
“Mathias- can- can we- take a breather.” He pants out, grabbing onto a tree to help lower himself down, he’s going to take a breather even if his boyfriend says no. Speaking of his boyfriend, the Dane turns around to look at Arthur.
“Whaaaaat, but we just started not even 20 minutes ago?!?!” Arthur throws his head back with a groan. To him it feels like it’s been longer. It's not like Arthur doesn’t like the outdoors, no he loves it. But he’s more of a sit down and enjoy nature kind of guy, not the moving type, especially when it comes to the fact his body is not as strong as Mathias’. Plus he has bad knees.
“Mathias- please.” He sees the dane frown but nod. With a huff Arthur falls to the forest floor, not really caring that his ass is going to be dusty. A sigh of relief comes from Arthur and he starts to massage his calves.
“I should take you out on runs more… maybe we should’ve done that weeks ago before going on a three hour hike.” The dane awkwardly laughs as he rubs the back of his head.
“... you didn’t tell me this was going to take three hours…”
“I wanted it to be a surprise!! It’s your birthday!”
“Worst birthday gift…”
“Harsh.” Arthur lets out another sigh, switching to his other leg.
“Apologies… But I don’t like hiking.”
“But you love nature!” the dane states, though that was true, again, Arthur likes to sit down and observe it. “And by hiking we get to explore it!! Walk through it!! Experience it!!” Mathias stands in front of Arhur with a big smile.
“Yeah, but I’d prefer walking if it was to sit down in front of a spot. Not a whole three hour hike where all we do is walk.” Arthur scoffs.
‘Well… you are sitting down right now. Plus we’ll take breaks! At least be glad I didn't bring you on the one that takes days to do.” Arthur’s face drops at the mention of that.
“Days…?”
“Yeah, Bornholm. It spans nearly 120 kilometers. It can take, I think, four days to a week. Don’t quote me on that.” Arthur just stares at the Dane like he’s in pain, despite the fact he wasn’t. Though just thinking about a hike that takes days he feels his legs burn as if he’s already walked it. “Don't give me that look! It’s really not that bad! Plus, I think there are places to stay on the trail too, so it’s not like we’ll be walking for days.”
“You say we’ll as if we’re gonna do it.”
“...”
“Mathias!”
“Whaaat! Sometime in the future! I have to get you prepared for that first.” Arthur groans again, dramatically laying his head against his knees. At least the good thing is that the future could be years from now. When Arthur looked up again Mathias had squatted down his face in Arthur’s. Not expecting him to be there Arthur falls back with a yelp causing the dane to laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me!! You were over there and then suddenly you’re in my face!”
“Sorry sorry!” Yet he’s still laughing. The Brit just pouts before he gently pushes the dane, causing him to fall backwards onto his ass making him laugh even harder.
“I was hoping that would shut you up.” Mathias laughs for a few more minutes before he stops, wiping his tears away.
“You love me.” Arthur looks away, his cheeks turning slightly red.
“Maybe.”
“Youuuuu lovvvvveeeee meeeeeee.” Mathias gets up, grabbing Arthur’s hands and pulling him towards him.
“I think you are insufferable.”
“Yeah well you love me so you have to deal with me.”
“Do i?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn. Can’t I return back to sender.”
“Nope~”
“Damn.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed sweetheart.” Mathias pulls Arthur into a side hug, the nickname earning a groan from the Brit.
“God, am I really stuck with you.” The two of them slowly start walking again, continuing on the trail like they were a few minutes ago.
“Yep! Forever!” Another laugh comes from him and this time Arthur joins in.
“Forever you say?” Arthur chuckles.”You promise?”
“I promise! I mean you’ve been stuck with me since at least 870.”
“True, and even now I want to get rid of you.”
“Noooooooo.” Mathias starts to relax all his weight onto Arthur. “Noooooooooooooo.” Arthur holds the Dane up as much as he could.
“Okay Okay! I’m kidding, I'm kidding. I do not wish to get rid of you!” Immediately Mathias stiffens again.
“I knew it!! Ah ha!”
“You bloke, I retract my statement.”
“Noooooo!!”
The light bickering continues for most of the walk, all fun. Though it did delve into comfortable silence as they neared the end of the trail.
“Yknow.” Arthur spoke, breaking the silence.” “This actually wasn’t all that bad.” Mathais smiled widely.
“See!! I told you! But that makes me happy to hear. I’m glad you liked it.”
“I didn’t say that, I just said it wasn’t that bad.” Arthur hums. He was too stubborn to admit but he actually did like it. Mathias knew this though, they’ve known each other too long for him not to pick up on things Arthur enjoys, especially since he knows Arthur is picky about many things.
“If you say so~” Mathias hums. “Oh- hey we reached the end of the trail.” He could see his car up ahead. “See you made it all in one piece, and you didn’t die.”
“Ha ha. I guess you're right.” They slowly make their way to the car. “Hey Mathais.” Arthur stops though, causing Mathias to stop too.
“Hm? What is it?” The dane asks, turning his full body to Arthur. And then he feels a pair of lips against his own. It was only a quick peck, but it definitely took the Dane off guard. “O-oh-“
“Thank you. I always enjoy our time together, even if I don’t say it.” Arthur being sentimental is such a rare occurrence, but he’s a little tired so it's coming out a little. Mathias smiles though.
“Of course. And I enjoy our time together too.” They continue to the car again, they put their hiking gear away. Doing a few more things before they are ready to head out and head home. Mathais opens the passenger door for Arthur, who thanks him as he gets in. Mathias then heads to his side, getting in as well.
“Happy Birthday Arthur, I love you.” A small smile creeps up on Arthur’s face as he looks out the window watching everything zoom by.
“I love you too.”
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themagicalghost · 2 months
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If you are wondering what the fandom wiki is up to these days
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Links to the 'Employee' page would only go to Yesman's page, but while making this post it got turned back to normal with no way to revert it. Good thing I recorded this gif
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Someone seems to like him
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fox-guardian · 9 months
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[ID: A digital drawing of Redd, a fat, white trans man, in fishing gear. He has shaggy blonde hair, a patchy beard, body hair, freckles and acne, and is wearing a gray t-shirt that reads "women want me fish fear me" in all caps red text, a red flannel shirt, a brown fishing vest, gray jeans with a brown belt, brown boots, and a red and gray hat. He is carrying a red tackle box in one hand and a net and fishing pole in the other arm. He is walking with his arms lifted, smiling in excitement. end ID]
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drew my beloved boy redd going fishing because he does, actually, sometimes (thank you @beesabuzzin for the prompt)
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stellarsightz · 9 months
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What would you wish for, if you had one chance?
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RAHHH it is finally done!! Here's an art collab i did with the lovely and super cool @abstractredd <3
had a lot of fun with this one. hope our fellow hadlof enjoyers like it too :3c
(once again, i am so sorry redd for going crazy on the background like that 😭 )
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writingonredd · 2 months
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someone bully me into writing about mephone4 x two b4 i go INSANE
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redd956 · 1 year
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Cold Leader glanced over at Whumpee, analyzing their stern face for a only a second, before promptly deciding to ignore it. The two have pressed onwards hundreds of times in the past. They did so tirelessly; little breaks, mainly stops in order to scavenge, pauses to get the job done.
In the past, Whumpee's tired breathing bothered Leader in a different way. It was annoying how tired they got, how machine-like but still needy they were, how despite their obvious non-humanness they still acted so.
Today Whumpee's heavy breathing was bothering them in a different way. With every step the two took Leader leaned more and more into the idea of giving them a break. I mean they couldn't run Whumpee forever. Everything needed to rest, including Leader.
"Let's stop here." The words felt foreign and strained coming out of Leader's mouth.
Whumpee stared at Leader like they were looking at a dying dog that just begun to limp. However they resigned to the idea when they realized the seriousness that was in Leader's face. The two plopped down right on the spot. An uncontrollable sigh of relief from released from Whumpee when they sat, hissing through their teeth, and squeezing from their muscles in a stretch.
Leader simply rolled their eye at the notion, however they couldn't stop glancing back. They've been noticing a lot more lately. A whole lot more. Whumpee's tired eye bags, sometimes their feet hurts so much they limp. For as long as they've done this work together Leader needs to start treating them like so. Today Whumpee was a bit more beyond tired so that meant, Leader couldn't remember when either slept.
Before Whumpee even got a chance to begin laying out the night's camping equipment, Leader snatched it from their hands.
"I'll do it tonight." They droned.
On missions the two never really had much for "camping", Before Leader knew it they were offering Whumpee more than they offered most.
"I'll take night shift." They commanded, shoving a thin scraggly blanket into Whumpee's hands. Whumpee quietly nodded their head. Leader was Leader. Who were they to ever question? Ever.
Leader spotted the twitching in Whumpee's face. Whumpee probably thought that Leader has finally gone mad. Scanning the environment Leader thought over their journey. They needed to treat their "friends" better. Neither could go back to being experiments in that lab after all.
Whumpee fell asleep immediately, slumping against Leader. They half-awoke sensing they messed up and needed to move, or apologize or something. Leader's warm hands cautiously wrapped themselves around Whumpee.
Leader hushed, "Don't move. You need the rest."
Whumpee looked almost scared, but most definitely listened, relaxing onto Leader. The warm hands carded through their hair, messaging their shoulders. They made sure to sooth the base of Whumpee's wings, and press gently against where they assumed they last enemy tried to kill them. Neither ever realized how warm the other was.
Leader knew instantly they'd do this a million times over, however long the journey needed out of the two of them.
"You deserve better than me, Whumpee."
Whumpee sighed to that, before meekly answering, "Us nonhumans need to stick together."
"You're right."
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abstractredd · 10 months
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slay-on (kny idol au) blurby shit:
zenitsu is a bisexual disaster as always
nezuko is a supportive af sister
inosuke is lowkey really touch starved, and it shows in the fact that he likes contact, platonic (which is whats mostly portrayed) or otherwise
tanjirou is really not so sure of himself early on in the story because of him being laid off from his agency as a solo idol, he has it in him that hes not good enough even though in the rational part of his mind he knows that it was just budget cuts and he was one of the newest idols they were representing
inosuke LOVES sweets but never seems to gain any weight. in fact, hes the most muscular out of the group. how does he maintain such a nice physique?!
zenitsu is the bossy one, but tanjirou is more of the leader. while zenitsu is older, tanj is more level headed, and zen listens to tanj. inosuke also does because tanj doesnt try to boss him like zen does
inosuke still thinks hes the leader of the group. he is not
nezuko loves all of them very dearly and sees zen and ino as bonus siblings, which she is very happy about (and depsite zen's kind of obvious squish on her in the early story)
they have really good chemistry as a group, of friends and idols alike
i love them
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A reminder that Steve, canonically, is a bitchy little mean girl (and I love that for him!), and he will still be a bitchy little mean girl in my punk!Steve au but in a completely different way, and honestly I can’t wait to be able to write more of him like this and to also show peeps this
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clay-pidgeon · 11 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Konaka Masaru | Redd White & Shouchiku Umeyo | April May Characters: Konaka Masaru | Redd White, Shouchiku Umeyo | April May Additional Tags: Shopping, Fourth of July, Communism, very funny tag combo, Lesbian April May, Should be a tag, wlw mlm hostility, also should be a tag, Grocery Shopping, did you know that grocery store au is a tag bc neither did i, i have no idea how to tag this, Crack, Crack Treated With A Healthy Degree Of Respect, no beta we die like uhhh no one. no one dies. i don’t know mia fey, Dramatic Irony, for one line, My First Fanfic, not by any means my first WORK Summary:
April stared at her boss as he handed her yet another fucking box of mac and cheese. “Mr. White, why are we at Target?”
Redd laughed in a way that just made you want to kill and bite and maim. “Well, Miss May, we require foodstuffs and suppliables!!” 
or, Redd and April go to Target and it’s all downhill from there.
READ MY FIC BOY
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Try and Fail
Febuwhump Day 4: Experiment [Alt prompt 4]
Whump count: injury, blood, concussion, broken bones, mention of dead monsters
Word count: 800
Summary: The Colors never merge while they're injured. They don't know what it will do to them... but they're about to find out.
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After a tough battle, the Colors always made sure to heal themselves before reforming Four. They didn’t know what would happen if four wounded bodies merged into one, but it would surely be bad.
Healing before merging had always been an option… until now.
Green looked over the battlefield, not liking what he saw. The monsters were all dead, and his exhausted brothers were scattered throughout the corpses.
Blue was scowling as clutched a clearly broken ankle. Red’s fire rod lay forgotten on the ground as he stared, gaze unfocused, at the horizon. He didn’t seem to be aware of the blood trickling down the back of his head. Vio was still and prone, surrounded by too much blood to just be the monsters’. Green was almost lucky in comparison, he thought as he wiped away blood from his broken nose.
Okay, focus and regroup. Maybe we can wait for the others to find us, or work together to carry whoever’s hurt most.
He went to Red first, who took a few seconds to realize that he was there. Green didn’t need a light to tell that Red’s pupils were uneven, one extremely dilated while the other was a pinprick drowning in amber. A concussion, and a really bad one.
“Red,” Green said slowly, patiently. “I need you to bring your fire rod to Blue. He needs it to splint his leg. Can you do that for me?”
“Mhm.” Red stood, wobbling a bit but steady enough to walk over to Blue.
With Red and Blue handled for now, Green hurried to check on Vio. The fourth Color was bleeding profusely from a gash in his side, and Green dove to apply pressure to the wound. “Vio, can you hear me?”
Vio gave him a tiny nod, but his eyes stayed closed.
“I need you to look at me, Vio. You have to stay awake.”
Tired amethyst met urgent emerald, and Green attempted an encouraging smile. “That’s good, Vio. Just don’t fall asleep.”
Hylia, that’s a lot of blood…
Green glanced over his shoulder and saw Blue and Red hobbling over, Blue guiding a dazed Red while Red supported Blue in turn.
“I don’t think we can wait for the others to come find us,” Blue said, leaning on his concussed crutch.
“No… we have to go to them,” Green said slowly. “And we can’t all make it like this. We’ll have to merge.”
Blue paled. “But we never merge when we’re hurt. What will that do to Four?”
“I don’t know, and I wish we never had to find out. But Vio is bleeding out, Red’s head is bashed, and you and I are busted up ourselves.” Green gingerly rubbed his bloody nose on his shoulder, not willing to take pressure off of Vio’s wound. “Draw your sword, and have Red draw his too. We should do this as fast as possible.”
Those who were able drew their copies of the Four Sword, and Blue placed Vio’s in the other’s limp hand. “Everybody ready?” Green asked.
Blue nodded, Red mumbled nonsense, and Vio groaned.
“Great. Here we go.”
Three swords lowered to Vio’s since he couldn’t move his arm, and a bright flash of magic merged the four into one.
The pain was instant and overwhelming, too much and everywhere. The body had a concussion, a shattered ankle, a broken nose, and a slash wound that was bleeding more than they could handle.
Green did a quick headcount of everyone in the headspace. Red had started to cry from the confusion and pain, and Blue was trying to calm him down through gritted teeth. Vio was… nowhere to be found.
“Ugh, ow… wait, what did you do?”
That was Vio’s voice, and it was coming from outside.
Green called back, making sure Vio could hear him. “Oh gods… Vio, are we…?”
“Y-yeah. When you forced the reform, you merged into my body instead of Four.”
“This is bad,” Blue muttered.
“I don’t know how we- you- are still conscious, but we need to move before you pass out,” Green said. “You gotta get up, and keep pressure on that wound.”
“Working on it,” Vio hissed, struggling to stand. All four Colors felt the pain that spiked through his ankle, and only their stubborn, collective will prevented him from blacking out as the concussion made itself known.
“Great job. First step forward, now,” Green said, and the three internal Colors urged their temporary host to keep walking.
They didn’t get very far before not even the others’ urgency could convince Vio to continue onward. They shouted in alarm when Vio fell to his knees, and begged him to keep moving. Vio mumbled an apology as his consciousness faded, and the other three faded with him. 
As they slipped into the abyss, Green almost thought he could hear somebody yelling their name.
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redds-art828 · 1 year
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Sweetness
Pairing: Gereng
Word count: 843
Warnings: other than cheesiness, its fluff
Sweetness…
Sweetness is laying in bed with him on a Sunday morning, and waking up first to admire the sunlight draping over his body. Sweetness is me making tea for us both as he cooks us breakfast. Sweetness is making small talk at the table as we eat. “How was your day yesterday?” “It was good. Though I’m happy to be home with you.” Sweetness is sitting in comfortable silence in the living room as we do our own thing for the rest of the evening. Sweetness is..
Sweetness is him.
I wasn’t a fan of sweetness, at first. Growing up to be a bitter person myself, sweetness scared me. Scared that if we mixed it would turn sour. So everytime, I turned away from the sweetness that my friends, partners, family, everyone, gave to me. And in turn I gave them bitterness, and that only ended up with me being all alone.
But then I met him. By some miracle he came into my life, of course things weren’t smooth at first. We were both people closed off to the world, a world that only hurt us. We bumped heads, not really understanding the other. I, of course, lashed out with my bitterness again, but yet despite that he didn’t seem to turn and run. By some chance we started to get closer, get to know each other more. What was only supposed to be a little trip for coffee turned into a weekly outing. And then those outings turned into dating. And dating turned into boyfriends.
Yet here I lay, in our shared bed. Watching as the sun rests upon him. Thinking about how sweet he is. I feel myself smile, I’ve been smiling a lot more since he came around. I never realized that until now. I’ve been happier, not stuck in a rut anymore. Before everything felt dark and suffocating , but now like the room it's all bright and airy. I feel like I can finally breathe now that I’m with him. I do wonder if he feels the same, I think as I caress his face, if I taste sweet just like he is to me. I wonder if my previous bitterness adds a bit of a kick to it as well. I know I’ll most likely never be fully sweet, not like him. But I’ll be satisfied with being bittersweet instead,
“Arthur…” I hear my name called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned my attention back to him, he was still asleep, and yet my name softly fell from his lips. My smile grows. Yes, I do think he may think of me the same in some way. I doubt my name would come out sounding so sweet if he didn’t. Never thought my name would ever sound so nice. So used to it being called with anger, or annoyance behind it, sometimes even disappointment.
I let out a sigh, not a bad one, of course. I feel myself relaxing more into the mattress when I do so. My fingers lightly twirl the hairs that laid against his forehead, playing with them as I close my eyes again. I could just fall asleep like this, andI might’ve until I heard him start to stir. When I opened my eyes again, they were met with beautiful blue eyes staring right back at my own.
“Good morning.” I say.
“Guten Morgen." He responds with a yawn. “What time is it?”
“Well it’s light out. I haven’t checked the time at all since I’ve been up.”
“How long have you been up?”
“Only a few minutes, Love. Probably ‘round 4 or 5-ish minutes.” He hums, closing his eyes again before he starts to get up, a groan escaping him as he does. He turns his body to look at the clock on his night stand.
“It’s 9:32.” He says turning back to me.
“Wow! The latest you’ve been up! Whatever shall you do?” I chuckle as he gives me a look. But a small smile forms on his face letting me know he isn’t really mad.
“We should have breakfast, is there anything you’d specifically want?” I shake my head.
“Anything you make will taste sweet to me.” Another weird look, but he doesn't say anything else, just a low chuckle before he gets out of bed. Maybe sweet wasn’t the best descriptor to use in that sentence, but oh well. From the bed I watch him, he quickly gets dressed into a casual outfit he set out the night before. I watch as he takes a comb, running it through his hair a few times until he’s satisfied, and then he turns to me.
“You coming?”
“Hmm… yeah. I’m coming.” And I sit up. It’s time to face the day. But my eyes turn back to him, I can’t help it, I can’t help but admire him, I want to admire him.
“Are you coming Arthur?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming, I’m coming.” I smile as I follow him out our shared bedroom.
He’s just too sweet.
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almaasi · 2 years
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more Rabbit Lightning fic!! if you have no clue who these dudes are, here, I made you this video containing everything these characters have ever featured in (20 minutes total). i have SO MANY fics featuring these two coming, so if you want in, that’s where to start~
Mistletoe and Minestrone
When Redd returned to his hometown for Christmas, he only planned to see his family, then get himself and his dog back on the road again. He didn’t have plans to kiss another man under the mistletoe, nor take him home for a night, nor continue to enjoy his company in the days after, in an increasingly comfortable domestic manner. He certainly never considered that he’d want his family to meet Lohn, or, amazingly, they would actually like him. Now Redd might not want to part ways at all. But, the thing is... the longing in Redd’s heart is only one half of the equation. By his calculations, Lohn’s half doesn’t fully add up.
🐰 70k ⋆ Explicit
⚡ read on AO3
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fox-guardian · 9 months
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reddfishket · 2 months
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yknow what's funny. touch tone telephone by lemon demon shaped an entire oc for me
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sun-roach · 1 year
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My name is Red and his name is Redd, I think it's fate 😶❤
Asking him on a dinner date, we'll both wear red
Hello there Red✨ He only needs to hear your name and he would immediately go out with you😂🧡🧡🧡
Redd waits for you in front of the restaurant. He wears a velvet tuxedo suit, which Kavi had managed to get him.
He feels a little bit uncomfortable since it’s seems and feels like a very expensive suit, yet he never felt more attractive.
His dark eyes roam around in search for you. He isn’t the most patient man, yet he will wait. He would wait hours for you until his heart would calm down.
Redd is holding a red rose in his hands and figets with it a little, but as soon as his eyes meet yours, his muscles freeze and his heart stops.
He eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering around your body, examining every detail with intent. A grin forming on his lips, indicates that he very much likes what he sees.
The Corrie steps a little forward, and as he stops in front of you, his grin is even wider, warmer, it makes your own heart stumble.
Redd brushes two fingers under your chin to tilt your head slightly up. His hand continues to move towards your cheek, up, to brush a streak of your hair behind your ear.
<Kriff… You are so gorgeous, mesh'la. Are you trying to challenge me?>
He chuckles quietly. It definitely would be a challenge to not stare at you the whole time and to sit still while you two eat. Yet it is more than worth it and he is always up for a good challenge.
Smoothly he takes your hand in his, just to leave the red rose in your hand.
<Mhhh the rose suits you very well. Maybe I should have gotten you more. Perhaps next time.>
He winks. Their is no hint of insecurity in his words or eyes. There is only confidence and an adoring smile.
Redd leans closer to offer you his arm, his breath is warm, pleasantly tickling your neck. And before your date has even really begun, you already hope for the next time.
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redd956 · 10 months
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Do you have any advice for worldbuilding religions? I have an idea of what i want practice of a certain facet to look like, but beyond that I'm stuck
Yes!
A few major things to always think about when worldbuilding religion
Size of religion
Cultural influence
Rituals/Festivities
The first thing I try to decide is what tone am I gunning for, and what do I want religion to do/represent in my worldbuilding. I work from there. It decides how extensively I want to work on and plan.
Pantheons & Gods
Decide if the religion is Monotheistic or Polytheistic, and balance your pantheons
(Also note that monotheistic religions often times technically still have pantheons due to how the religions formed over time, take for instance Christianity, with its saints, prophets, god, great angels, and demons)
For polytheistic religions try to create a general idea of what role each god plays in the lives of its followers. A common thing people forget about, and a thing that plagued me with two years of plothole filling, is how do the believers use an overall pantheon.
Are believers separated into groups who worship a particular god, but also acknowledge the others?
Are believers set to primarily worship one god out of a pantheon, the others being sidelined in their beliefs?
Are believers worshipping the majority of the pantheon, perhaps viewing a handful as powerful necessary evils?
Are believers equally worshipping the entirety of the pantheon?
Festivities & Culture
If holidays aren't originating from historical events, they often derive from religion, mythology, and folklore. Big influential religions become intertwined with culture, whether people like it or not.
This could be Christmas going from various Pagan religion's celebration of the winter solstice to a Christian holiday celebrating Jesus' birthday to a national tradition of gift giving many celebrate despite not being Christian. Every country sees culture influenced by religion in one way or another.
Other examples IRL
Religious clothing & accessories: Hijab, fez, kapp, modest dressing, clergy robes, cross necklaces, etc.
Calendar & work day: Working the majority of the week except for Sunday, national holidays, length of the month, start of harvest, etc.
Laws & society standards: Isms, Anti-Cannibalism, cleanliness culture, food consumption rules, etc.
Rituals
Rituals are also a major thing people think of when going to worldbuild a religion. This is the praying, the blessing food at the table, the enchanting a knight's sword with holiness before they charge into battle, the sacrifice into a volcano, the donating entire sheeps to a god's altar...
Rituals in worldbuilding are what can help differentiate and make the worldbuilding unique! Game of Thrones, Six of Crows, and Metro are all popular series that utilize religion heavily in their hard worldbuilding. In soft worldbuilding we also see a lot of unique religion; Hollow Knight, Spirited Away, and Dark Souls.
Ruling out the rituals and their important to the worldbuilding can do wonders to making a religion feel more real for the world it is in
Conflict
Sadly with religion usually comes conflict. This includes Isms (racism, sexism, religion vs. religion). Either way religion can play a greater role in military, government, conflicts, and more.
Take for instance warrior religion culture! Whether it be the Norse Vikings of Europe, the Pagan Roman Soldiers of the early Roman Empire, the Christian Crusaders and the blood trail they left behind, or even deities of war seen all over the world throughout history
(Im a sucker for war gods in worldbuilding)
Religion can be conflict, and for us worldbuilders, conflict can be very fun to play with!
IRL Controversy
A growing difficulty with worldbuilding religion is what I call mimicry, religion bad, and censoring
Mimicry
It's easiest and often even advised to pull from what we know when creating anything. However there's a point where we're not jumping off the deep end enough, and sometimes unintentionally we just end up making a slightly altered copy of an already existing religion. This can not only be offensive to the religion or it's people, but also limiting to the worldbuilder's potential.
There are always moments where this can be intentional in worldbuilding, especially for Alternate History and futurism worlds that are just an extension of what we know. But if its not what you're going for its a major thing to try to avoid.
Religion Bad
For many people extremism has ruined religion, and this can bleed into their work positively and negatively. That's when we run into religion bad! Where every single time religion appears, it is only there to be an evil, a badness, a stain. (This an awful way to think about religion in general, including in worldbuilding) This can cause people to skip over cultural worldbuilding, as well as limit them by forcing them to never indulge in any potential goods religion can cause.
Censoring
Now taking the previous two in mind, don't hinder yourself! Modern day Puritan Culture and Cancel Culture makes this last part hard to stop yourself. Self censoring is becoming more and more common for creators of all types, including worldbuilders. If you want to something guttural and grim dark do it! If you want to do something gory and cult-like, do it! If you want to do something whimsical and Ghibli, do it!
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