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yeleltaan · 2 years

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HEYSEL

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“Ah, Heysel... I’ve grown exceedingly fond of her, and it’d be silly of me try to deny it. Can you imagine it? If I went silent for a few, endless seconds, then responded ‘no’ out of nowhere? Straight out of a melodrama, proper pacing and satisfactory development sacrificed for a cheap twist, memorable and contentious. I assure you that’s not a role I intend to play, not with her."

It was at this moment that he pondered if she would have labelled herself as such. Perhaps ‘romantic’ was a word compelling enough, and sufficiently ample in its possible implications that she would have readily spoken it in playful tone, a boisterous jest that wouldn’t necessarily make the statement any less genuine. Whatever the case, Cayin saw it clearly enough in his dear scholar’s demeanor, a hesitance to acknowledge certain aspects of their relationship. Ultimately no consideration of semantics would erase the evident: their emotions were hopelessly entangled, and the affection which resulted from that, intimate and intense regardless of what name it was given, was one they were willing to convey in displays of vulnerable trust and bold ecstasy.

If anything, perhaps the word ‘candidate’ fell short by now. His gaze fell as he recalled waves of memories and sensations, bringing forth a soft smile he couldn’t contain.

“...She’s extraordinary. She makes me think things and in ways that are unfamiliar to me. It’s... strange, but also weirdly exciting. It feels fresh. As reticent as I once was, I find myself thinking back to our conversations, wondering when we’ll have the next, I even look forward to her... frankly bizarre sense of humor. And that almost menacing optimism she carries with her, and that, that wicked brilliance of hers she could rightfully boast about but rather keeps a deadly surprise for her prey. I could go on and on, and I haven’t even got started on what a sight she is to behold regardless of the shape she chooses to assume. So expressive and captivating.” Maddeningly absorbing, addictively sweet. Unpredictable, dangerous and spectacular, like loving a natural disaster. Strange, the odd allure that inspired in him.

“There is so much I’d like to know of her still, and she must think the same. I think that we’re both simply... wary. A little scared, maybe. Yharnam isn’t keen on remaining one way or the other, it didn’t come to be what it is by staying still and, well, neither did we. It’s not that we don’t want to walk the way together, we just don’t know if or when our paths may split. And Heysel... she isn’t someone you can move away from hers, not against whatever will her ambition motivates. She simply wouldn’t be Heysel otherwise.”

But that was only one side of the coin. The other, which he chose not to elaborate on, posed a mirror problem: Cayin had an immutable path of his own without which he wouldn’t be Cayin. And even if their tracks remained parallel and never crossed or split the question remained, what would she think of ‘the gentleman’, as she liked to call him, when his character ceased to reflect that title? The two of them were perceptive enough to know, there was more to the other than even what they had revealed to each other already. No matter how unconventional or unrepenting, kinship of mind was not guaranteed.

“I would merely want her to walk by my side, without renouncing who she is. That is all I could ever ask.”

#yellowfingcr #AWFULLY MEAN OF MY BRAIN TO GET BLOCKED WHEN I HAD 85% OF THIS DONE #took a few rewrites to reach a point where I felt it did them justice but it was lovely to look back on how their dynamic developed #and where he is mentally in relation to said bond #thank you Cat for the ask!

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a-dandelion-dreamer · 4 years

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Books with Bisexual Characters

I’ve always been a book lover, and lately I’ve been taking note of some of the bi characters I meet along my journey. I thought I’d share some book recommendations.

First, In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan. I love this book so much—it’s honestly one of my favourites. It features a bisexual protagonist, Elliot Schafer, who goes across a wall into a magical, fantasyland and actively rebels against its war-like ways, choosing to draft treaties instead. He’s a snarky, grumpy, pacifist who has relationships with people of multiple genders throughout the course of the book. This book is super funny. Seriously, it made me laugh out loud on more than occasion. It also features truly phenomenal character development and explores the joys and trials of friendship between Elliot and his two best friends Luke Sunborn (the shy golden boy, born to a warrior family) and Serene-Heart-in-the-Chaos-of-Battle (a bold elf whose society’s gender roles are completely flipped). Shenanigans ensue.

A quote:

“‘Why is language in the Borderlands so weird? Some of it’s modern, and some of it’s medieval, and I guess that makes sense with the influx of a certain amount of new blood to the training camp every year, but how do some words and phrases transfer, while others don’t? Why do you know the word ‘jerk’ and not the word ‘bisexual’?’

‘I guess people say the first word more,’ said Luke.”

Next, The Nevernight Chronicle by Jay Kristoff. This epic three book series features badass bisexual Mia Corvere. It’s dark, bloody and heart-breaking, with an endless series of twists. Mia’s parents were killed during their attempt to start a rebellion and her quest for revenge leads her to join a school for assassins. Follow Mia’s journey as she attempts to bring down the leaders of the Republic with her constant companion, Mister Kindly, the wise-cracking shadow-that-is-shaped-like-a-cat. I loved this series as well. It’s a very different tone from the recommendation above (don’t get attached to your faves!) and it’s marked as adult fantasy (be prepared for sex and violence), so be warned, but wow, is it a wild ride!

Books by Ellen Kushner!!! I recently discovered her and I’m in love. Ellen Kushner herself is bi and has a wife who is also a writer. The two of her books I’ve read so far are Swordspoint (published 1987!) and The Privilege of the Sword. Both are fantasy of manners with bisexual duelists as protagonists. Swordspoint features Richard St Vier, an elite swordsman, as well as his close companion (and lover) Alec, a sarcastic scholar with a mysterious past. The Privilege of the Sword is set in the future of the same world, featuring a young girl named Katherine (who I love with all my heart) as she’s called by her uncle to the city to embark upon a path nontraditional to a lady, that of a swordsman. Both are excellent and super fun!

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee. Meet Lord Henry “Monty” Montague as he embarks upon a Grand Tour of Europe (the historical fiction version of a road trip) with his best friend Percy (who he’s hopelessly in love with) and his sister Felicity (who’s ace and has her own follow-up book which I also recommend – the Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy). Monty is charming, privileged, hilarious and the definition of a disaster bisexual. Follow along as the three of them stumble into hijinks and character development.

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman. Our main girl Frances Janvier is a study machine whose only respite from academics is the fan art she draws for a podcast called Universe City. Then one day, the mysterious narrator asks her if she wants to collaborate. In a relatable turn, Frances is bi, but it’s just a part of her identity and the focus of the book is not a romance. Instead, it’s all about friendship and finding platonic soulmates and figuring out what you want to pursue in life. Alice Oseman’s writing is lovely and she tackles issues that feel very modern and relatable. I’ll also mention her webcomic (which you can find online for free) Heartstopper, which follows the romance between two boys Charlie Spring and Nick Nelson (and includes Nick’s bisexual crisis).

A quote:

“And I’m platonically in love with you.”

“That was literally the boy-girl version of ‘no homo’, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. Speaking of bisexual crises, meet Alex Claremont-Diaz, whose mother is the President of the United States. His long-time rival, Henry, is a prince of England, and after an incident involving an expensive cake, the two are forced to fake a bromance for the sake of international relations. Actual romance blossoms instead.

Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey. In the land of Terre d’Ange, the motto is “Love as thou wilt”. Phèdre is a bisexual courtesan who receives pleasure from pain. Another adult fantasy (published 2001!), our heroine trains as a spy and is increasingly entangled in a web of politics and plots.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater. This series is well-known, but I love it! Maggie Stiefvater’s prose is atmospheric, littered with small details that reward a reread, and her character relationships are complex. This series is a gem full of magical realism. Here’s a shout-out to our bisexual boy, Adam Parrish!

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo. Again, another popular book (part of a duology), but the hype is totally deserved! A diverse crew sets out on an impossible heist. Let’s send some love to two bisexual icons, Jesper Fahey and Nina Zenik!

A quote:

“If only you could talk to girls in equations.”

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “Just girls?”

Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”

Those are some of my favourites that I’ve come across so far. Hopefully I’ll find some more! I’m always open to book recommendations, especially those that feature queer ladies :)

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hallowgracie · 2 years

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wip: the divine legacy

title | The Divine Legacy

genre | high fantasy; steampunk

status | planning

themes | nature vs. technology, divinity, good vs. evil, redemption

summary | At the end of the line on the continent of Ezor, the winds of change are blowing. The land is dying from a curse reawakened. The poor are forced to sell all they have for the benefit of the rich overseas.

A farm girl with the ancestry of a long-lost people leaves an offering on the altar of a dead god. A mysterious boy arrives with no memories and a strange and powerful magic connected to the last dragons the world had ever seen.

characters |

GALILEE SAYERS

She remembers growing up in the industrial cities in the east, huddling around the stove for warmth and listening to stories from her mother--a lineage of stories heralding from when their ancestors fled the disaster caused by the death of the dragon-gods.

The last quiet place in the world is in the shrines of the nameless dragon god her mother’s ancestors worshipped, untouched by the modern man and the endless hunger for glory and resources to build and maintain their empires.

It is there that she discovers her true purpose as a prophet and the bringer of a new world.

DEUCALION

He was found on the altar of the nameless god, the farm girl’s offering in his hand. Dreams of flight and fire and his name are all that remain of whoever he was before. But who was he?

ASRIEL

The mysterious gentleman in Carrinald only appeared a few months ago, constantly under the supervision of the Lansosa brothers. He indulges in the sights and sounds of the city, but maintains and kindness and lonely weariness that seems beyond mortal ken.

LIVIA FAIRCHILD

Her family has made pacts with their fey patron for as long as she can remember. Reluctantly, she does as she is asked, as a daughter of nobility living across the sea from her country of birth. As she trains in the art of magic to take the pact, she begins to believe in her own power over that of the fairies.

MABON LANSOSA

A handsome heir of the Lansosa House, a great bloodline of sorcerers and nobles blessed by the King of the Fairies himself, he is the catch of the courting season in Carrinald. But there is something darker about Lansosa, a secret he is hiding that lies within the boy he never lets out of his grip.

LLEWELLYN LANSOSA

He was well-suited to his role as the second brother of the House of Lansosa, with no interest in ruling or the matters of the house. Rather, he studied abroad in Aldaine, his mother’s country, to become a most competent scholar indeed. Some say that he may even be the more gifted brother in the art of magic.

notes | The interesting bit about this particular project is that it was inspired by several other fantasy projects, so aspects of the regency fantasy and the secret fantasy project have been absorbed into this storyline. I hope you enjoy what’s to come!

#steampunk #fantasy #High Fantasy #steampunk fantasy #wip #fantasy wip #upcoming projects #project steampunk prairie #the sorcerers of the iron circle #sorcerers of the iron circle #the witch of dread mountain #the federalist/regency high fantasy project #secret fantasy project #the divine legacy

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chrysalispen · 3 years

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borealis #4 - nose

AO3 LINK HERE

there’s an extended scene i’m still working on for this, but there was a lot of stuff going on offline today (including internet blips) that ultimately caused me to leave off with the SFW version so i hope no one is too disappointed. XD

Prompt response is below the cut, as ever.

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Perhaps the most self-evident observation that could be made of the small house nestled in its small copse in the Shroud upon first entry was that its adventuring inhabitant -- or inhabitants -- were either avid readers or wished any potential guests they might have to believe that was the case. The sitting-room with its tall shelves of books was immediately visible from the front entry, and one might be forgiven for assuming there was no possible way every tome on its shelves had been read.

In point of fact, the Warrior of Light was an avid reader when the subject fascinated her. However, this particular book was not the sort that normally caught her eye. She had only attempted to peruse its contents once, and that was yesterday when she had decided to outline today’s plan of attack. Last year, Nero had treated her to dinner - among other things - and she had completely forgotten the occasion.

Well, she was not going to be caught unawares by the holiday this year. Today was Valentione’s Day and by some miracle, confluence of the fates, or what-have-you, she had managed to capture a small handful of days to herself in order to prepare. The flower arrangements were simplicity itself; those were already set on the table along with the gift she’d commissioned, wrapped neatly in its box- part of his gift, anyroad- and now all she had to do was see to the dinner.

And the chocolates.

...Aurelia wasn’t nearly as sure about the chocolates.

Making them herself had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but she was starting to regret it. Warrior of Light or not, she really wasn’t what one would call the most accomplished culinarian, unlike Nero, who seemed to take the same meticulous approach to cooking as he did to his research and his engineering. He had grown up in a poor farming village, had learned how to make food alongside the grandmother who had raised him in order to help feed his family.

Whereas Aurelia had- well. As the daughter of a wealthy landed gentleman - even if he was a younger son - her upbringing had been very different. Her lady-lessons had not included such things; the husband her family selected for her would have hired a cook and a housekeeper in the interest of keeping up appearances. And as a child, she had wanted to climb trees and grow flowers and be a scholar, the seven hells take sweating over a stove or bending over a distaff until her fingers ached.

Too late for regrets now, she supposed.

Aurelia squinted doubtfully at the illustrated page, then back to the bubbling mess in the pot. It all felt rather simple, she thought. She’d never made truffles before, true, but only four ingredients? Surely she could do better than that. Chocolates with no embellishments seemed so-

“Well,” she muttered, “perhaps it’s fine if it’s a little uninspired.”

Though on second thought, watching the cocoa melt down in the saucepan: perhaps some brandy wouldn’t hurt? Culinarians put spirits in sweets and other things all the time, and she remembered some treats she’d had in the Crystarium with Lakeland brandywine in them that had been absolutely amazing.

With that decision made, she turned to make her way down the stairs towards her wine cellar, but the moment she set foot on the stairs, her linkpearl sounded off. Frowning faintly, she tapped the small device alongside the shell of her ear.

“Yes?”

“Oh, Relia!” Tataru’s voice, perhaps just a touch too bright, chirped across the aetheric link. “So sorry to trouble you! I know you asked for no calls unless it was an emergency.”

“So I did. Is aught amiss?” She glanced over one shoulder as she made her way down the stairs towards the cellar door, too impatient and worried about the state of her cooking chocolate to pay much attention.

“Oh, not at all! This isn’t a work call, I promise. It’s just, er…”

Aurelia knew the sound of Tataru’s ‘I’m about to ask you for a favor’ voice when she heard it. “Go on.”

“I was going through my measurement book for sewing patterns - for no reason whatsoever! - and realized I was missing one of yours. The, um, the bust.”

Her brows furrowed once more, this time in mild disbelief.

“...The bust.”

“Yes.”

“Just the bust size is missing. Somehow.” Damn, where had she put that cognac?

“Yes.”

Right. Well, you're clearly up to something, old friend.

She supposed she could grill Tataru for the details of whatever scheme she’d hatched, but attempting to pick apart the reasoning behind the Lalafell’s choice to call her with an extremely transparent lie would be better done while she was not preoccupied. In the meantime Aurelia didn’t see any harm in giving her a couple of measurements - she had, after all, entrusted her with them once before.

With this reasoning in mind, she rattled off the numbers as best she could remember them while squinting at the labeled bottles within the dimly lit rack. After a few moments of rummaging, she found what she was looking for just as Tataru piped, “I’ve got it. Thanks, Relia!”

“You’re welco-”

The quick chime of a severed connection left her in relative peace and quiet once more. Which was strange in itself, because usually when Tataru was making a social call Aurelia could expect to be on the hook for a good half-bell of her time.

But it was a question she could ask herself later. Right now she had chocolates to make.

She trotted happily up the stairs, bottle in one victorious hand… only to see an alarming amount of smoke billowing from the stovetop.

“Oh swiving Twelve- ” She made haste to the range and switched it off, then snatched one of the mitts from the nearby wall mount to wave back the smoke. Most of the pan’s contents appeared salvageable, thankfully, but it didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to make another batch, but if she didn’t have the extra ingredients-

Wait. I can just melt down some of the chocolate chips I saw in that bag in the dry pantry, can’t I? And just add the brandy in while it’s melting?

Aurelia turned towards the shelves of dry goods, somewhat cheered by the thought that she could spare herself a trip to the markets, at the very least. The bag was at the back of the very top shelf and she had to stretch a considerable bit to reach it, but she managed to pull it down without spilling any of its contents.

She set aside the saucepan with its half-scorched contents, reached under the counter for a fresh pan, and poured in the chocolate, then paused. She probably didn’t need the cocoa butter if all she was doing was melting pre-made chips-- she’d have to pour in the cream while it was still hot but maybe that was fine, maybe it would even help melt the chocolate faster. Then “a splash of spirits,” whatever that meant. To taste, perhaps?

Hmm. Speaking of taste, which patisserie was it back in the capital that used to put chilies in their truffles...?

Her good mood returned as she acted upon that stray impulse; she plucked one of the chilies from its bag and started cutting into fine pieces to add to the new mix. Of course, she might be getting a touch ahead of herself, but surely it would turn out alright in the end. These were all flavors she knew would work in chocolates so a little deviation here and there wouldn’t hurt.

The longcase chronometer in the parlor struck four just as she was stirring the pieces into the half-melted lumps.

Hells. She still had to put the noodles on to cook and she hadn’t even started the sauce yet. If she wanted everything to be ready in order to spring her surprise, she’d have to work fast.

That was all right. She’d worked under far worse conditions before.

With a determined nod, Aurelia tucked a stray tendril of hair back behind her ear, turned up the heat on the cream until it began to bubble, and uncorked the cognac bottle. ~*~

Nero was not sure exactly what he should have expected when he opened the cottage door, but the smell of burnt sugar and the sight of a darkened kitchen was concerning, to say the least.

He set the box that had been in his hands upon the nearby table (where, he noted, there was a wrapped box and a vase of fresh-cut flowers she had likely arranged herself) and ventured into the parlor. He found Aurelia sitting in one corner of the sofa, curled in a tight ball with her arms wrapped about her legs and her face buried in her knees. “Before you say anything,” she said, her voice muffled, “don’t.”

His brows arched.

“That bad, is it?”

“You have to ask? You can surely smell it for yourself.”

“I can.” Though he knew it was unwise, he cracked a grin. “...Did you perchance fight an eikon in the kitchen? Is that my surprise?”

Nero received precisely the answer he had expected for that particular bit of cheek: a sound swat to the face with one of the sofa pillows. He ouched as she drew her hand back and made an exaggerated face at her, but Aurelia didn’t take the bait. Instead she made a breathy, angry little hmph!, the sound muffled against her thighs, and tried to angle herself away from his perusal to face the apple-green brocade which covered the sofa’s frame.

“Sweetling-”

“Don’t talk to me,” she huffed. “I’m angry.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“I’ve made a mess of everything.”

“I don’t see how- well yes, alright, I suppose the kitchen is a bit of a disaster. But it’s naught that can’t be salvaged.” He sat down next to her and smelled chocolate and… something alcoholic. “What happened? You look absolutely gutted.”

Finally she lifted her chin to look at him. Her blue eyes were very dark and very wide and shimmered with suspicious wetness.

"I was going to make dinner for you," she groaned. "I had flowers and a present and I was trying to make-”

“Chocolates.” Aurelia’s face was hard to see in the darkness but he could see her chin bob. “I take it something went awry.”

“A great lot of somethings. And then I was so busy trying to fix what had gone wrong that I burned dinner and-”

“Hush. Come here.” Reluctantly she let him untangle her from her sulk and pull her into his lap, like a tired kitten. “You know I appreciate the gesture, but it wasn't necessary.”

“Yes, it was!"

"How so?"

"I completely forgot last year. You went to all that trouble and I forgot. So I wanted to make it up to you. I thought if I could make it as special as possible-.... never mind.” Aurelia lifted her hands and stared at her chocolate-stained fingers with a disconsolate sigh. “...I’ll clean up the kitchen as soon as I’ve my wits about me.”

“You will do no such thing.” Nero kissed her on the nose, then gave it a tiny tap with his index finger. “You are going to go downstairs and run yourself a bath while I clean the kitchen- once I’ve dialed Mistress Tataru and thanked her for her very timely assistance, that is.”

So that was what that call was about! Seven hells, what had Tataru told him? The look on his face was that of a man hiding an extremely exciting secret, and she didn’t know whether to be apprehensive or curious.

Cautiously, she chose the letter.

“Dare I ask?”

“You can ask all you like,” he grinned, that smile that was so often in turns endearing and infuriating. “Whether you’ll get an answer before I wish to give it remains to be seen.”

Aurelia sighed but felt her lips curve in a smile, some of her humor returning. “Surely cleaning the house was not on your docket for the evening.”

“Of course it wasn’t- but there's really only been a slight change of plans. Once you've had a chance to clean up, you're going to open that gift, and then I’m going to show you how to make proper chocolate-- and how to put it to far more interesting uses than homemade truffles.” Her cheeks felt ablaze with color, and as she watched a mischievous curl crept slowly into his smile. “One good turn deserves another, after all.”

“Is this where I say ‘happy Valentione’s Day’ or somesuch?”

His lips brushed her cheek.

“It's a start,” he said. "And if it hasn't been happy thus far, I am quite confident I can make it so."

#nero x wol #aurelia laskaris #nero tol scaeva #happy valentione's day!#holds up a sign reading 'i'm sorry it isn't spicy'#i'll post that part in kissing book when it's done #chrysalispen writes

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devil-latte · 3 years

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@cthylla-rlyeh and @missn11 tagged me to use this picrew to create my Vampire the Masquerade OCs.

Top left we have my baby boi Elric (he/him) a tryhard Anarch Ventrue who is living for that early 2000s grunge emo punk aesthetic. He’s my Bloodlines Fledgling.

Top right we have Elric’s prickly but loyal friend Avery (he/they) a taciturn Independent Tremere. I’ve noticed I keep incorporating intersteller themes into his outfits. 2nd row left is Anisha (she/her), Elric’s sire, in her clubbing outfit. She’s an Anarch spy posing as a Camarilla Ventrue. I usually do her up in business formal but decided to give her the kind of outfit she was wearing when she met Elric at a club.

2nd row right is Eileen (she/her), Anisha’s sire and Elric’s grandsire. A mover and shaker in Anarch Los Angeles, but rarely seen in public. She’s a spunky old Scottish lady. 3rd left is Roxanna (she/her) my Clan Quest Mod Fledgling. She’s a disaster Gangrel who finds herself scrabbling around on the fringes of the Sabbat. As her shirt implies, kind of a dumbass and loves getting into a good scrap but fiercely protective of her small found family. Her irises are (supposed to be) pink. No reason, just because its unnerving as fuck.

3rd right is Pinion (they/them) my agender Gangrel Night Road courier. Not much of a people person, they’d prefer to study or work on their car. Has a wolf companion named Desta whom they love very much and spoils like she’s a big lap dog. Bottom left is Dee (she/her) my alligator Nosferatu mercenary for hire. (Its hard to make her look alligator-like in this picrew T_T) She was the first character I ever played in the VTM table top game. Do you have any idea how many weapons she has on her person right now?

Bottom right is Lan (he/him) a True Brujah I will soon play in my groups next VTM table top game set in the Old West (but this is modern Lan, given the outfit choices in the picrew.) He is a gentleman and a scholar and very done with everyone’s shit.

...And I just realized there is not a single completely cis-het-allo one among them, lol.

I feel like y’all have probably already been tagged but I tag @vampemoqueen @badass-at-cuddling @tinastilldraws @iravaid and @lost-toreador-in-la

#oc talk #picrew #elric #avery #anisha #eileen #roxanna #pinion #dee #lan #vtm #my ocs

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loptgangandi · 3 years

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points at mcu loki: sensitive gentleman. princeking scholar genius. daddy issues sadboi. hug the man.

points at myth loki: trash goblin. dumpster fire. pansexual disaster enby. Bog Witch Icon

#my name is eld & i'm a lokean #my patron is a stray cat i found in the garbage #he scratches on all my furniture & sheds everywhere & i love him so much #ooc tag

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ajoy3fanfics · 4 years

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Other reasons to stay awake chapter 2

Kagome spent a lot of time thinking about expectations.

In the feudal era, everything was her responsibility. Sure, tasks would be split amongst the group, but if someone was lax, the others had to pick up the load. If kagome did not pick the herbs, the salve for sore muscles could not be made. If shippo did not scout the area, she may have wandered the forest aimlessly looking for plants. If inuyasha refused to hunt, their bellies would rattle with hunger. Everything fell on their shoulders, and everyone had expectations. Survival was both a one man operation and a team effort.

It was different here. Home, that is. She had to keep reminding herself that she was home. Survival was an expectation, only in the sense that it was a given. She was expected to wash the dishes after dinner, and to switch the laundry over. Expected to earn high marks, expected to smile even if she didn’t understand why.

Sometimes she could feel the tension and anger bubbling on the surface so intently she was sure it would explode. She was sure they’re would be blood trickling down someone’s jaw as they spit teeth and raised their fist. But you don’t expect people to act that way. Barbaric, primitive, they would say.

There wasn’t tension like that back home. When someone became flippant, they risked the chance of a black eye. No one hurled an insult they were not prepared to pay for. They expected the fight, welcomed it, because they meant their words back home.

There. Not home. Back there.

She had thought it ugly at the time, they way people seemed to rush towards violence before diplomacy. But now, in the fallout, her blood still coursed through her, angry and alert, like no one told her body that the fight was over and it was time to stand down. Her body ached to release the adrenaline, demanded to be strained from use. She thinks she understood how they felt then; this passive aggressive mood was too much to handle.

They expected her to be happy that Hojo came, dressed in a button down, looking far too old, if anyone asked her opinion. They didn’t; they expected her to like him. Flowers in hand, a smile on his face. Always a smile. Kagome would realize she expected him to smile, even if she didn’t want him to. She would wonder what he would look like frowning, wondered how she could push him to that degree of upset. But she takes the flowers and smiles back. It’s expected of her.

It’s expected that he be a gentleman, keep a friendly distance between them. He’s kissed her cheek but still won’t hold her hand. It’s too familiar, she thinks. Too daring, because he has not mustered you the courage to ask what they are. So he gives her all the space his politeness requires.

So different from inuyasha. She was expected to stick to him like a second skin. If she was not gripping his shoulders as they took to the air, she was wrapping herself around him as she was backed against a tree, nimble fingers bunching the cotton of her shirt, untucking it in a frenzy as he slid his knee between her legs. Hips rolling into him, and she knew he would moan as he lowered his head to pull her nipple between his teeth. She expected him to do that first; it was a poorly kept secret that he worshipped her chest.

She expected inuyasha to take her fast, because that’s all they had time for. He took her hard because if they delve into anything sweeter they both might shatter. She expected that when the war was over, they would take time to discover each other’s bodies, to cry their release without slapping a hand over their mouths to muffle their pleasure. She expected to have time with him.

She never expected to have time with Hojo. Time to kill, time to spare. If he was more daring, he could have taken her in the ally way, pushed her up against the brick and pushed his leg between hers. Left her hungry and wanting and maybe not so damn numb.

-.-

No one knows it, but she keeps a bag packed in her closet. Essentials, soaps and a brush. A few changes of clothes rolled tight. She learned over time that if you roll them you save space, and that’s precious. A first aid kit, and some prepackaged food, a sleeping bag without any wear.

She doesn’t know why she keeps it, why it’s ready for her like there’s a battle to fight. Like she has somewhere to go. People waiting on her. Waiting for her.

Everyone should be prepared, she justifies. Natural disasters, the state of the world. She can’t justify why she shoves a pack of crayons and cups of ramen in the pockets.

-.-

She sits at the playground, far too old to be on a swing. She lets stretches her legs out, then tucks them under, leaning her body as she sways. Kagome closes her eyes, letting the wind brush her hair back. She had no idea how hard it was to be grounded, how badly she needed to fly. For a moment, it almost felt like she was with him.

-.-

He takes her to his favorite park. It’s old, the trees tall with growth and age, the trails large and scarcely populated. He took her early, just after sunrise, so they could enjoy the beauty to themselves. He’s trying to show her pieces of his world, share his important places. She’s awake anyway, so she agrees. She never really sleeps anymore.

The canopy of trees provide shade that she’s happy to relax under. It’s unusually hot, but she’s endured hotter. Dust kicks up as they shuffle along the dirt path, no where to be, nothing to do. She should be focused on his conversation. He’s asking her something, isn’t he? Kagomes smiles and nods, and that seems to work. It’s hard to concentrate when the birds are singing and she can hear the rustling of animals nearby. This was how she always started her day. Soon she’d hear shippo complain about breakfast, and miroku would excuse himself to pray. Inuyasha would have scouted before the sun rose, looking for danger, keeping them safe. That didn’t mean they perpetually were safe- any enemy could come at any time- but he would have sniffed out any immediate threats.

It’s comforting, and she’s glad she’s here, even if Hojo keeps bumping her shoulder as they walk. If she closes her eyes, she can almost see them. They’re just ahead, waiting for her to catch up. He has his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed against the sun. Wait for me. Her heart beats. She picks up her pace, the dust flying high as she runs. Wait for me. Wait for me!

Somethings got her, someone’s dragging her away, making her turn on her heels. Time is precious if a demon has sunk their claws into you. She reaches behind, grabbing wildly for a bow.

Empty, air. Her breathing is shallow as she eyes the hand clasped on her shoulder. There’s no demon, no threat. Just a suitor at her side.

“I-I thought I saw-“ she stammers, hands still wildly grasping, and he thinks she’s pointing. He smiles in a way that makes his eyes disappear.

“How did you see the lake from here?!” He asks excitedly. “If you wanted to race there, you should have said so. I was on the track team, so I’ll give you a head start.” He winks and she nods, trying to force her feet to move. One in front of the other. Left, right. Left, right. He calls her a slow poke and makes a joke about her stamina. She smiles, but kagome knows it’s because her motivation is gone.

-.-

At night it rains. Loud, thick droplets, the kind that almost seem angry. She sits outside, letting it drench her to the bone. It felt right to be this wet. How many times had they gotten caught in a storm before the could seek shelter? Clothes heavy as she tried to peel them off, shaking and teeth chattering. Inuyasha always would find them a place to stay dry, eventually.

She stays until the rain stops, and long after that. Her hair curls and frizzes as it dries, her pajamas only damp as the sun eases her pruned skin. Grandpa greets her, eyes still crusted with sleep, and praises her for praying so early.

-.-

Hojo, she decides, likes to talk about himself. If she’s responding to him, she has no idea what she’s saying. Everything feels like she’s in a fog. If he knew her better, he’d be able to tell this isn’t right, isn’t how she acts.

He often misquoted scholars, and said the wrong facts or dates, she never corrected him. He would give his opinion and she would mirror it. Yes, udon was slimy. Yes, the maid cafe was too extreme. Yes, western weddings were better. No, it was too early to travel to a hotel together, wasn’t it? No proper couple would spend the night together so fast. Yes when yes, no when it was no. When was she ever the type to nod and agree? She used to make demons plummet into the ground just for disagreeing with her.

She decides that Hojo doesn’t care much about her replies, only that he has a willing audience. It works out, because she doesn’t care much for what he says, and mama is less worried when they’re together. It doesn’t matter what she’s agreeing too. None of it matters anyway, but that he pays that no mind.

Maybe in her pacifism, he’s found the perfect mate.

And maybe he’s just a little creepy.

-.-

It’s absurd how much technology has changed since she’d been gone. Ludicrous how much the culture has shifted. She’s trying to catch up, but her hearts not in it. She’s still humming songs from her middle school years and thinking of things from a time long before that.

-.-

They closed the doors to the well house, and it felt like they closed a chapter in her life. Mama had found her sleeping there, curled up inside, face smeared with tears and dirt. She needed a break, mama had said.

She stayed in her room for three days after that.

-.-

The mind goes to strange places when one is sleep deprived. Kagome knows this.

It doesn’t stop her from ripping off the wooden barricade, because she was sure that she saw the well house glow. Her fingers were bloody and splintered, and by the time she flung the doors open, it passed.

She removed the seals that should never have been placed to begin with. She looked her mother in the eye, chin raised, voice weak.

“Just in case.” She pleaded.

Mama nodded. Yes, just in case, she replied.

#inuyasha #inukag #inufanfic #fanfiction #kagome #ajoy3

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argentum-in-aqua · 2 years

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Blood on the Snow (Argentum in Aqua #1): Chapter 1 The Midwinter Ball In which we are introduced to our protagonists, and a party takes place

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All student magician Jonathan Fest wants is to keep his head down and finish out his first year of university without failing his exams too badly. Unfortunately for him, fate and the two secret societies warring in the shadows of the city have other plans.

Enter stage left Archer, a gentleman scholar with a past a good deal more chequered than his present would suggest; Sabbat, a thief and assassin whose loyalty to the few people he counts as friends is as unshakeable as his temper is fiery; and Viola, lady’s maid, bodyguard, and surrogate big sister to the only daughter of the most famous family of magicians in Sacaan. Thrown together by a series of unexplained events, the four magicians soon find themselves facing down a cunning adversary and an escalation in the shadow war which could spell disaster not just for them, but for the city as a whole.

Penny dreadfuls, it turns out, are a lot less fun when you’re in one.

Content warnings: Contains a fairly large amount of swearing and, given several of the cast are vampires, non-trivial amounts of blood/upchucking (though more Gentleman Bastards/Six of Crows levels than First Law), as well as some stuff around addiction, mentioned suicide and self-harm (as a ‘you won’t get the satisfaction if I take control of my own ending’ response), PTSD and mental illness.

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mollyencrypted · 4 years

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Randolph Carter in Lovecraft’s writing: respectable Gentleman Scholar, possibly the most awesome person in the multiverse, brilliant and badass

Randolph Carter in Arkham’s Razor backstory: ghoulfucker with issues to work through, high INT/low WIS in the way that leads one to build a neural bridge from garbage and drift with a Kaiju, certified badass who nevertheless should never be allowed to go adventuring alone because he is a human disaster

#tbh he's a human disaster in lovecraft too #the epitome of crouching moron hidden badass #also this still isn't his story and he has no business gatecrashing it so often #(although again this is on brand)#arkham's razor au #mine #yog-sothothery #carter x pickman #lovecraftiana #dreamquesting

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atc74 · 5 years

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Baby & Lucille

Square(s) Filled: Escort AU for @spnaubingo, Embarrassing First Meet for @spnfluffbingo2019

Warnings: Bitchy reader (keep reading), Charming Escort!Dean, I don’t know...it’s fluffy and sweet

Summary: Dean accidentally spills his coffee on a complete stranger, but will he get a second chance to make a first impression?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1645

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019 @spnaubingo

Beta’d by: @just-another-busyfangirl, thank you for making me better

A/N: Inspired by this ask from @luci-in-trenchcoats: What if it's Coffee Shop AU but they do Embarrassing First Meeting for Fluff bingo as well (maybe erring more on the fluffy side of things)? Or Coffee Shop AU, they hit it off, but Dean knows he's supposed to end up in an arranged marriage with someone in the near future. He and reader still pursue each other but ultimately, they find out their arranged marriage is supposed to be with one another? I decided to skip the arranged marriage because these two just took me in a whole different direction. Hope you like it Michelle!

“Thank you,” Dean smiled at the barista, taking his morning Americano. He could get coffee at home, but it just wasn’t the same.

“You’re welcome,” the barista replied. “It’s always a pleasure to have you, Sir.”

“Please call me Dean, Alan. I’m just a man,” Dean argued.

“On the contrary, Sir. You are a gentleman and a scholar,” Alan countered.

Dean laughed, giving Alan a final wave. He turned to find a table when he ran into something. “Son of a b-!” His coffee went flying, the cup shattering on impact and his much needed drink splattering all over him and another patron.

“Look what you’ve done, you klutz!” the woman, now covered in his Americano, yelled.

“I’m so sorry. I should have been careful,” Dean apologized. He reached for a towel on the counter and began wiping down her expensive coat. It was nice. “Is this cashmere? I will pay for the dry cleaning.”

“Yes, it is cashmere, thank you for noticing. You have excellent observation skills for someone with no grace,” she chided. “Now, your number or a business card so that I can send you the bill?” She held out her hand, waiting.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dean grabbed a pen from the counter and a napkin, writing down his number for her. “So sorry about this. Here you go…?”

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. That’s the name that will be on the bill,” she snapped, ripping the napkin from his large hand.

“Duly noted, Miss Y/L/N. Again, sorry about the mess. Have a pleasant day.” Dean took a seat at the nearest table just as Alan brought him a fresh cup. He glanced in her direction as she waited for her own drink, not able to take his eyes off her. Normally Dean was very smooth in his daily life and especially with the ladies. Never had he met a women that made him flounder like he had, despite the embarrassing first meeting. Well, at least he hoped he would see her again.

He enjoyed the spectacular cup of java while he checked his emails. A few had come in over night about a new job. He flipped through the names on the list until he landed on one that he recognized. He read over the bio.

New to town, looking for a date for company gala. No funny business. I run a fortune 500 company and do not have time for shenanigans. Must be well read and spoken. Black tie. Pick up requested Friday at 6pm. Be prompt.

There was no please, no thank you, but Dean knew he couldn’t turn this one down. He met all the requirements, but there would definitely be shenanigans, if he had a say. His finger tapped the accept button. Dean finished his coffee and whistled his way out the door.

“He better be on time. I have to arrive early. I have to make a good impression. This has to go well. What if they don’t like me?” Y/N babbled as her assistant and best friend, Charlie, placed the finishing touches on her hair and make-up.

“Y/N, you have to relax. I am sure he will be on time. He is a professional after all. And just be yourself, well, maybe a more laid back version of yourself. You tend to be a bit high strung in social situations.” Charlie laughed as she moved the last pin into place. “Voila! What do you think?”

Y/N turned and faced the mirror, stunned at the woman staring back at her. “Charlie…” Her hand flew to her mouth.

“Yeah, I know. I’m amazing. But I can only work with what I have and you are a beautiful canvas to begin with, Y/N. Breathe. Everything will be fine,” Charlie assured her. “Now let’s get you dressed!”

Dean arrived ten minutes early, pulling in front of the newly finished luxury condo building. He put the car in park and was grateful that his brother had agreed to loan him his Mercedes for the night. By the sounds of it, Y/N had high standards and he didn’t think his Baby would measure up. Which is a shame, because Baby is all class, but some people just do not have an appreciation for the classics anymore.

He stepped out of Sam’s car and entered the building. Dean was greeted by small man whom he assumed was some type of concierge. “Sir, may I help you?”

“Yes, Y/N Y/L/N please,” he answered politely.

“And whom may I tell her is calling?” the man prompted.

“Her knight in shining armor.” Dean flashed the man his million dollar smile. The man simply nodded and placed the call.

A few minutes later she entered the lobby, dressed in a fitted black evening gown that flared at the waist. The neckline was high and modest, but he had never seen a woman look more stunning. She glided toward him her hand extended as her eyes met his face.

“You?” she scoffed, skeptical that her date for the evening was the same buffoon that had spilled coffee on her earlier in the week. “I think there has been some misunderstanding, Mr. Winchester.” She pulled out her phone to call the escort service when he stopped her.

“Miss Y/L/N, there is no mistake. I know our first meeting was a disaster, but the agency paired you with me for the evening. I promise to be on my best behavior. I meet all your requirements, I assure you,” he promised, extending his elbow to her. “Shall we?”

Y/N reluctantly slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to lead her outside. “Nice car. Pretentious, but nice.”

Dean opened the door, taking her hand as she slid into the butter leather seats. He closed her door and walked to the driver side, settling himself behind the wheel. “Thanks, but it’s not mine. I borrowed it from my brother. I didn’t think my Baby would fit your standards.” He pressed the ignition and pulled out into traffic. “Where to, my lady?”

Y/N gave him the address and he swerved through traffic, adjusting his route. “What do you mean ‘fit my standards’?”

“You’re very well put together, Y/N, and I can appreciate that. You’re a no-nonsense business woman with goals. I am a daytime mechanic and moonlight as an escort, saving enough money to buy the shop I manage. I’m college educated but I come from simple roots. I’m a grease monkey by choice and my chariot is 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Her name is Baby,” Dean explained.

“I admire your honesty, Dean. I may run a Fortune 500 but I was raised on a farm in Nebraska. I can lead a board meeting but I am not much for social functions. I prefer my ‘62 Chevy C10 pick-up. She gets terrible mileage but she was my dad’s and she’s all I’ve got left.” Y/N was quiet and gazed out the window as the city flew by.

“I’d like to meet her some time.” Dean looked over, his date quiet. “What’s her name?”

“Lucille. She’s a redhead.” Y/N giggled.

Her laughter rolled off the leather interior of Sam’s car and it was music to Dean’s ears. “So why the need for a date? You’re educated, successful and beautiful…”

“Men tend to be intimidated by all of those things. My last boyfriend couldn’t handle my success, told me I needed to slow down,” she confessed. “I told him to pack his shit. He got fired for sleeping with his assistant. I got a new job, a new condo and a fixer-upper in the country where I plan to retire.”

“You’ve got goals. I can respect that. What I can’t respect is a man who doesn’t think it’s okay for his partner to be more successful than him. Like me? I could be perfectly happy with a woman who has her shit together. I’ve got goals too, but I wouldn’t mind a sugar mama. Just sayin’!”

“Oh, is that all we are to you?” Y/N slapped him in the arm.

“Hell no! Women are strong as fuck. I’m just putting it out there that I spent the last thirty years taking care of my little brother. I would like find someone that doesn’t care if I am happier under a car than behind a desk. Success isn’t measured by board meetings or profits. It’s measured by happiness. I don’t live for dollars, I live for moments.” Dean turned his attention back to the road.

“And yet, you’re working two jobs,” she argued.

Dean thought for a minute before he acknowledged her. “Because my goal is to be my own boss so I can take the time to live those moments. Working for someone else doesn’t give the right kind of freedom, no matter the number of vacation days. Besides, I’ve already put in my notice. My loan application was approved and we close next week.”

“Congratulations!” She clapped excitedly for a man she didn’t even know. “I’m sorry for being bitchy at the coffee shop. I was really nervous about meeting my new employees and then the coffee and it-it was just a rough morning.”

“Thank you. But please don’t apologize. Let’s think of tonight as a fresh start.” Dean smiled over at her as he put the car in park. “I’m Dean Winchester.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She held out her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Dean took her hand in his and gently kissed her knuckles. “Let’s get through tonight and tomorrow, we’ll introduce our girls. I think Baby and Lucille could be great friends.”

“I look forward to that.” She smiled and for the first time in months looked forward to a day off.

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chcrrypcps · 6 years

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(m) korean names; mix n match

90+ KOREAN SYLLABLES to mix n match together to form names!

– common hanja meanings attached !

**not all name meanings are listed & not all names have to mean something– some people just like the sound of them!\

(female version here!)

아 (ah)

兒 son, child, oneself; final part

亞 second

我 our, us, my, we

牙 tooth, teeth; serrated

芽 bud, sprout

雅 elegant, graceful, refined

안 (ahn)

安 peaceful, tranquil, quiet

案 table, bench

眼 eye; hole

岸 bank, shore, beach coast

顔 face, facial appearance

배 (bae)

北 north, northern

配 match, pair; equal

杯 cup, glass

輩 generation, lifetime

korean for pear

백 (baek)

白 pure, white, unblemished

百 one hundred

범 (beom/bum)

犯 criminal; to commit a crime

凡 ordinary, common

비 (bi/bee)

秘 secret, mysterious

悲 sorrow, grief; sorry, sad

飛 fly, go quickly

卑 humble, low, inferior

肥 fat, plump; fertile

丕 grand, glorious, distinguished

빈 (bin)

彬 cultivated; well-bred

분 (boon/bun)

芬 perfume. fragrance. aroma

憤 resentment, hatred

보 (bo)

保 protect, defend, care for

寶 treasure, jewel, precious, rare

普 universal, widespread

補 mend, fix, repair, restore

甫 begin, man, father, great

輔 protect, assist

복 (bok)

福 happiness, good fortune, blessings

卜 fortune, prophecy

馥 fragrance, scent, aroma

변 (byun/byeon)

變 rebel; change, transform, alter

卞 excitable; impatient

차 (cha)

茶 tea

差 different, wrong

초 (cho)

草 grass straw herbs

哨 whistle, chirp

焦 burned scorched; anxious vexes

천 (cheon/chun)

千 thousand

天 sky, heaven; celestial, god

川 stream, river

泉 spring, fountain; wealth money

淺 shallow, superficial

賤 cheap, worthless

철 (cheol/chul)

鐵 iron; strong, solid, firm

哲 wise, sagacious; wise-man, sage

대 (dae)

代 replacement

臺 tower, lookout

貸 to lend, borrow, pardon

다 (dah/da)

多 much, many

茶 tea

도 (do)

道 path, road

島 island

都 elegant refined

徒 disciple, follower

桃 peach; marriage

悼 grieve, lament, mourn

동 (dong)

棟 support beams of a house

東 east

冬 winter; 11th lunar month

洞 cave; grotto

童 virgin; child, boy

銅 brass, copper, bronze

凍 to freeze, congeal

언 (eon)

言 words, speech, speak

彦 elegant

은 (eun)

銀 silver, cash, money, wealth

恩 kindness, mercy, charity

隱 hidden, secret

殷 abundant, flourishing; many, great

誾 respectful

고 (goh/go)

古 old, classic, ancient

苦 bitter; hardship, suffering

固 strength; solid, strong

孤 orphan; solitary

故 ancient, old

枯 withered, decayed

국 (guk/gook/kuk/kook)

國 nation, country

菊 chrysanthemum

규 (gyu/kyu)

叫 cry, shout; hail, greet, call

하 (ha)

夏 summer

河 river, stream

荷 lotus, water lily

해 (hae)

海 sea, ocean

害 harm, destroy, kill

희 (hee/hui)

喜 joy, love

希 rare; hope, expectations

稀 rare, unusual

姬 beauty

熹 warm bright; glimmer

禧 happiness

화 (hwa)

火 fire flame; burn; anger, rage

花 flower, blossoms

和 harmony, peace; peaceful, calm

嬅 beautiful

禍 misfortune, calamity, disaster

혜 (hye)

慧 bright, intelligent

현 (hyun/hyeon)

賢 virtuous, worthy, good

炫 shine glitter; show off, flaunt

玄 deep, profound

호 (ho)

呼 sigh, breath, exhale

好 fine, excellent

戶 family, household

護 to protect, guard, defend, shelter

胡 reckless, foolish; wild

虎 tiger; brave, fierce

豪 brave, heroic, chivalrous

昊 sky, heaven; summertime

皓 bright, luminous; clear

祜 blessing, happiness, prosperity

환 (hwan)

煥 shining, brilliant, lustrous

患 suffer, worry

歡 joy, happiness, pleasure

換 substitute; change, exchange

幻 fantasy, illusion, mirage

일 (il/eel)

一 one; alone, singular

日 sun, day, daytime

인 (in)

麟 female chinese unicorn

人 people, mankind, man, population

仁 humane; benevolence, kindness

認 to recognize, know, understand

寅 respect, reverence

忍 endure, bear, suffer

재 (jae)

才 talent, ability

災 calamity, disaster, catastrophe

財 wealth, riches

宰 to slaughter; to rule

栽 to cultivate; to care for plants

장 (jang)

長 leader; to excel in

奬 prize, reward

腸 emotions; sausage, intestines

障 shield, barricade; separate

丈 gentleman, husband

墻 wall

樟 camphor tree

자 (jah/ja)

子 child, offspring; fruit, seed

資 property; wealth

慈 kind, charitable, benevolent

紫 purple, violet; amethyst

磁 porcelain

지 (ji/jee)

地 earth, ground, soil

紙 paper

志 determination, will

智 wisdom, knowledge, intelligence

池 pool, pond

진 (jin)

珍 precious, valuable; rare

眞 genuine, real, true

주 (ju/joo)

晝 daytime, daylight

朱 cinnabar, vermilion

酒 wine, spirits, liquor

宙 time as a concept

洲 island

珠 precious stone, gem, jewel, pearl

준 (joon)

駿 noble steed;

俊 handsome; talented, capable

遵 honor; obedience

峻 stern; high, steep, towering

濬 deep, profound

정 (jung/jeong)

正 right, proper, correct

情 emotion, feeling, sentiment

程 journey, trip

精 essence, spirit

征 invade, attack, conquer

靜 gentle, quiet, still

淨 pure, clean, unspoiled

貞 loyal; virtuous pure

晶 crystal; clear, bright, radiant

汀 beach, bank, shore

禎 good omen, lucky

종 (jong)

終 ending, finale

宗 lineage, ancestry; ancestor

鍾 glass, goblet, cup

鐘 clock; bell

縱 to indulge in

강 (kang)

疆 boundary, border, frontier

强 strong, powerful, energetic

康 peaceful, quiet; happy, healthy

剛 hard, tough, rigid, strong

鋼 steel; hard, strong, tough

姜 ginger

기 (ki/gi)

麒 legendary auspicious animal

汽 steam, vapor, gas

器 receptacle, vessel; instrument

奇 strange, unusual, uncanny

機 machine; moment, chance

起 to rise, stand up; to begin

棄 to reject, abandon, or discard

忌 jealousy, envy; fear

欺 to cheat, deceive, or double-cross

祈 to pray; entreat, beseech

飢 hunger, starvation, famine

冀 to hope for; wish

岐 majestic

璣 a pearl that's not quite perfect

琪 a type of jade

琦 gem, precious stone, jade

氣 spirit; air, steam, vapor

記to remember, record

基 strong foundation, or base

技 skill, ability, talent

경 (kyung/kyeong/gyung/gyeong)

敬 respect, honor

輕 light, gentle

警 guard, watch

鏡 mirror, glass

卿 noble

炅 brilliance

瓊 jade; rare, precious; elegant

민 (min)

閔 mourn, grieve

憫 pity, sympathy

敏 clever, smart

旻 heaven

玟 gem

문 (moon/mun)

門/ gate, entrance

文 literature, writing; culture

명 (myung/myeong)

命 life; destiny, fate, luck

明 light, bright, brilliant

冥 dark, gloomy; night

나 (nah/na)

奈 bear, endure

남 (nam)

南 south

오 (oh)

五 five

午 noon

惡 evil, wicked, bad, foul

傲 proud, haughty; overbearing

嗚 sound of crying, sobbing; sound of sadness

娛 pleasure, enjoyment, amusement

汚 filthy, dirty, impure

烏 crow, raven; black, dark

리 (ri/li/lee/ree)

李 plum

梨 pear

림 (rim)

林 forest, grove

사 (sa)

四 four

使 messenger

死 die; death; dead

士 scholar

思 think, consider, ponder

師 teacher, master

私 secret, private, personal

絲 silk, fine thread

:沙 sand, pebbles

蛇 snake

詐 trick, cheat, swindle, feign

邪 wrong, evil, vicious

唆 mischievous

상 (sang)

上 top, superior, highest

賞 reward, prize

傷 wound, injury

常 common, normal, frequent

象 ivory; elephant

喪 mourn

祥 happiness; good luck, good omen

裳 beautiful

霜 frost; crystallized

서 (seo)

西 west

庶 numerous various

徐 composed, dignified; quiet, calm

恕 forgiveness; mercy

誓 swear, pledge, promise, oath

석 (seok)

夕 evening, night, dusk

石 stone, rock, mineral

惜 pity, regret, rue

昔 ancient

奭 red; anger

碩 great, eminent; large

선 (seon/sun)

瑄 ornamental jade

仙 transcendent, immortal

善 good, virtuous, charitable, kind

鮮 fresh, new; rare

璿 fine jade

璇 star; beautiful jade

성 (seong)

晟 clear bright; splendor

城 castle; city, town

誠 sincere, honest; true, real

聲 sound, voice, music

聖 holy, sacred

盛 abundant, flourishing

星 a star, planet

승 (seung)

勝 victory

承 succeed

乘 rise, ascend

昇 peace; rise, ascent

신 (shin)

辰 early morning

信 trust, believe

新 new, fresh, modern

神 spirit; god, supernatural being

晨 early morning, daybreak

辛 bitter

시 (si/shi)

矢 vow, swear, promise

時 time season; age, period, era

施 grant, bestow, give

詩 poetry

屍 corpse

소 (so)

消 vanish, die out, melt away

笑 smile, laugh

素 white silk

昭 bright, luminous

蘇 revive, resurrect

슥 (sook/suk)

宿 constellation

淑 good, pure, virtuous, charming

수 (su/soo)

樹 plant, tree

守 defend, protect, guard

收 gather collect; harvest

秀 refined, elegant, graceful

壽 old age, long life

殊 different, special, unusual

태 (tae)

颱 typhoon

太 very, too much; big; extreme

態 manner, attitude

殆 dangerous, perilous

怠 idle, negligent

泰 great, exalted, superior

兌 cash, money; to exchange, barter

胎 fetus, embryo, unborn child

특 (teuk)

特 special, unique, distinguished

와 (wah/wa)

瓦 pottery

왕 (wang)

王 king, ruler, royalty

旺 prosperous; prosperity

위 (wee/wi)

位 throne, rank, status

偉 great, robust, extraordinary

危 dangerous

威 power; powerful; dominate

慰 calm, comfort, console

衛 guard, protect, defend

違 disobey, defy, rebel; be different than

尉 officer, military rank

원 (won)

源 spring

園 garden, park, orchard

原 beginning, source, origin

願 to wish, ambition, desire, want

怨 hatred, enemy, resentment

苑 park, garden

瑗 a ring of fine jade

媛 beauty; a beautiful woman

우 (woo/wu)

友 friend, companion

牛 cow, ox, bull

雨 rain; rainy

優 superior; excellent

宇 house, building, structure

愚 stupid, foolish

憂 sad, grievance; grief, melancholy

羽 feather, plume; wings

佑 to help, bless, protect

祐 protection; divine intervention

욱 (wook/ook)

頊 grief, anxiety

旭 brilliance, radiant

昱 dazzling, bright light, sunlight

煜 bright, shining, brilliant

郁 sweet smelling; rich in aroma

운 (woon/wun)

運 luck, fortune

雲 clouds

云 clouds

芸 art, talent ability; rue (herb)

야 (yah/ya)

夜 night, dark

野 open country, wilderness, field

惹 irritate, offend

열 (yeol/yul)

烈 fiery, violent, ardent

劣 bad, inferior

연 (yeon)

然 promise, pledge

燃 burn; ignite

緣 karma, fate

戀 love, long for, yearn for

燕 swallow (bird) ; comfort, enjoy

蓮 lotus, water lily; paradise

漣 flowing water; ripples

영 (yeong/young)

永 perpetual, eternal, forever

英 petal, flower, leaf; brave, hero; england, english

令 commandant, magistrate

領 neck, collar; leader, guide

映 to reflect light

榮 glory, honor; to flourish or prosper

寧 serenity, peace; peaceful

嶺 mountain ridge, mountain peak

影 shadow, reflection; photograph

泳 to dive, swim

詠 sing, hum, chant

零 zero; fragment, fraction, sliver

靈 spirit, soul

瑛 crystal, gem

盈 full, overflowing

이 (yi/ie)

二 two; twice

利 gains, profit

李 plum

易 change

異 different, unusual, strange

梨 pear; opera

泥 earth, mud, clay

怡 harmony, joy, pleasure; to be glad

용 (yong)

龍 dragon; symbolic of emperors

勇 brave courageous fierce

容 looks appearance; figure, form

庸 common, ordinary, mediocre

傭 servant; to hire, employ, charter

溶 overflowing with; to melt, dissolve

熔 to melt, fuse, mold

瑢 gem ornaments, usually used for belts

유 (yoo/yu)

柳 willow tree; pleasure

遊 wander, roam, travel

柔 soft, gentle

維 maintain, preserve

裕 rich, abundant, plentiful

劉 to kill, destroy

육 (yook/yuk)

六 six

율 (yool/yul)

栗 chestnuts, chestnut tree

윤 (yoon/yun)

潤 soft, moist; sleek, fresh

尹 govern, oversee, direct

胤 heir, successor

#rph #muse help #name help #korean names #writing reference #character help #korean #mine #here's the male version !

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silentwriterprompts · 5 years

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thing 3

technically I'm just making this so I can have some groundwork but still - meet my new oc! he's also part of a disaster wip that isn't relevant but still!

Philip Harris (he’s my fav african american baby pls don't attack me) hes a punkass scholar that doesn't like to admit that he exclusively dresses like milo thatch, he goes from ill get her home by 7 to your daughter calls me daddy too in a heartbeat

Loves:

Adventure

Learning new things

Death

Being a gentleman

Being a dick

His hair (its a giant afro that literally goes everywhere)

Hates-

Racism

Sexism

Fake tans

The scent of oranges

The colour orange

oranges in general

just think of daveed diggs with harvey specters personality

i have more but i wont bore u :)

#he goes from ill get her home by 7 to your daughter calls me daddy too in a heartbeat #oc #writeblr #writing #original character #fantasy writing #please follow #please like my writing

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bloodstonechunk · 5 years

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Wizards don't believe in gods in the same way that most people don't find it necessary to believe in, say, tables. They know they're there, they know they're there for a purpose, they'd probably agree that they have a place in a well-organized universe, but they wouldn't see the point of believing, of going around saying, "O great table, without whom we are as naught." Anyway, either the gods are there whether you believe or not, or exist only as a function of the belief, so either way you might as well ignore the whole business and, as it were, eat off your knees.

-Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

Personal information

Name: Fendel Caivano, Fendel-28

Gender and pronouns: male-ish, he/him/his

Orientation: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Living relatives: a few distant cousins from other branches of the family

Physical details

5′5″

thin build

light gray hair, now grown much longer than would be professional

faded burn scars over much of his hands, forearms, and the left side of his face and upper body

As an exo: smaller than average chassis, painted orange and teal. Blue optics. Visible wear and tear.

Example Tropes

Eccentric Mentor

Elderly Immortal

Did You Just Invite Cthulhu To Tea? (no, the inversion isn’t a mistake)

Gentleman Wizard

Things Mankind Was Not Meant To Know

Verses

Bloodborne

One of Byrgenwerth’s scholars back when even the famed Laurence was still a student, Fendel taught natural philosophy. He was already unpopular for his bluntness so when he advocated for caution in use of the Old Blood, he was quickly out-politicked and discredited. Some time later he signed a hunter’s contract to advance his personal studies of the occult. Eventually he became tangled in the Hunter’s Nightmare, trapped there by guilt over atrocities he failed to stop. Fendel can be summoned in the waking world by the ringing of an old hunter’s bell.

Destiny

Fendel-28 was rezzed early in the Dark Age and spent those centuries in hands-on study, rather than staking territorial claims or butting heads with other Lightbearers. He welcomed the City age and joined the growing ranks of Guardians in defense of humanity. The discovery of Crota’s army and the ensuing Great Disaster sparked a single-minded ambition in him: understand the Hive, then unmake them.

Fandomless

hes a fuckin WIZARD GRANPDA babey!

#character: fendel

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yamirla-england-blog · 6 years

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“Ten Interesting British Novels”

“White Teeth” by Zadie Smith - “At the center of this invigorating novel are two unlikely friends, Archie Jones and Samad Iqbal. Hapless veterans of World War II, Archie and Samad and their families become agents of England’s irrevocable transformation. A second marriage to Clara Bowden, a beautiful, albeit tooth-challenged, Jamaican half his age, quite literally gives Archie a second lease on life, and produces Irie, a knowing child whose personality doesn’t quite match her name (Jamaican for “no problem”). Samad’s late-in-life arranged marriage (he had to wait for his bride to be born), produces twin sons whose separate paths confound Iqbal’s every effort to direct them, and a renewed, if selective, submission to his Islamic faith. Set against London’ s racial and cultural tapestry, venturing across the former empire and into the past as it barrels toward the future, White Teeth revels in the ecstatic hodgepodge of modern life, flirting with disaster, confounding expectations, and embracing the comedy of daily existence”. (Amazon)

“Juliet, Naked” by Nick Hornby - “Nick Hornby returns to his roots—music and messy relationships—in this funny and touching novel that thoughtfully and sympathetically looks at how lives can be wasted but how they are never beyond redemption. Annie lives in a dull town on England’s bleak east coast and is in a relationship with Duncan that mirrors the place; Tucker, once a brilliant songwriter and performer, has gone into seclusion in rural America—or at least that’s what his fans think. Duncan is obsessed with Tucker’s work to the point of derangement, and when Annie dares to go public on her dislike of his latest album, there are quite unexpected, life-changing consequences for all three”. (Amazon)

“A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens - “It was the time of the French Revolution — a time of great change and great danger. It was a time when injustice was met by a lust for vengeance, and rarely was a distinction made between the innocent and the guilty. Against this tumultuous historical backdrop, Dickens' great story of unsurpassed adventure and courage unfolds. Unjustly imprisoned for 18 years in the Bastille, Dr. Alexandre Manette is reunited with his daughter, Lucie, and safely transported from France to England. It would seem that they could take up the threads of their lives in peace. As fate would have it though, the pair are summoned to the Old Bailey to testify against a young Frenchman — Charles Darnay — falsely accused of treason. Strangely enough, Darnay bears an uncanny resemblance to another man in the courtroom, the dissolute lawyer's clerk Sydney Carton. It is a coincidence that saves Darnay from certain doom more than once. Brilliantly plotted, the novel is rich in drama, romance, and heroics that culminate in a daring prison escape in the shadow of the guillotine”. (Amazon)

“Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen - "Pride and Prejudice is a novel of manners by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. The story follows the main character, Elizabeth Bennet, as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of the British Regency. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London. Page 2 of a letter from Jane Austen to her sister Cassandra (11 June 1799) in which she first mentions Pride and Prejudice, using its working title First Impressions. (NLA) Set in England in the early 19th century, Pride and Prejudice tells the story of Mr and Mrs Bennet's five unmarried daughters after the rich and eligible Mr Bingley and his status-conscious friend, Mr Darcy, have moved into their neighbourhood. While Bingley takes an immediate liking to the eldest Bennet daughter, Jane, Darcy has difficulty adapting to local society and repeatedly clashes with the second-eldest Bennet daughter, Elizabeth. Pride and Prejudice retains a fascination for modern readers, continuing near the top of lists of "most loved books." It has become one of the most popular novels in English literature, selling over 20 million copies, and receives considerable attention from literary scholars. Modern interest in the book has resulted in a number of dramatic adaptations and an abundance of novels and stories imitating Austen's memorable characters or themes”. (Amazon)

“Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte - “Jane Eyre (originally published as Jane Eyre: An Autobiography) is a novel by English writer Charlotte Brontë. It was published on 16 October 1847, by Smith, Elder & Co. of London, England, under the pen name "Currer Bell." The first American edition was published the following year by Harper & Brothers of New York. Primarily of the bildungsroman genre, Jane Eyre follows the emotions and experiences of its title character, including her growth to adulthood, and her love for Mr. Rochester, the byronic master of fictitious Thornfield Hall. In its internalisation of the action the focus is on the gradual unfolding of Jane's moral and spiritual sensibility, and all the events are coloured by a heightened intensity that was previously the domain of poetry Jane Eyre revolutionised the art of fiction. Charlotte Brontë has been called the 'first historian of the private consciousness' and the literary ancestor of writers like Joyce and Proust. The novel contains elements of social criticism, with a strong sense of morality at its core, but is nonetheless a novel many consider ahead of its time given the individualistic character of Jane and the novel's exploration of classism, sexuality, religion, and proto-feminism”. (Amazon)

“Wuthering Heights” by Emily Bronte - “Wuthering Heights is Emily Brontë's first and only published novel, written between October 1845 and June 1846, and published in 1847 under the pseudonym Ellis Bell; Brontë died the following year, aged 30. The decision to publish came after the success of her sister Charlotte's novel, Jane Eyre. After Emily's death, Charlotte edited the manuscript of Wuthering Heights, and arranged for the edited version to be published as a posthumous second edition in 1850. Wuthering Heights is the name of the farmhouse where the story unfolds. The book's core theme is the destructive effect of jealousy and vengefulness both on the jealous or vengeful individuals and on their communities”. (Amazon)

“The Tempest” by William Shakespeare - “Putting romance onstage, The Tempest gives us a magician, Prospero, a former duke of Milan who was displaced by his treacherous brother, Antonio. Prospero is exiled on an island, where his only companions are his daughter, Miranda, the spirit Ariel, and the monster Caliban. When his enemies are among those caught in a storm near the island, Prospero turns his power upon them through Ariel and other spirits. - The characters exceed the roles of villains and heroes. Prospero seems heroic, yet he enslaves Caliban and has an appetite for revenge. Caliban seems to be a monster for attacking Miranda, but appears heroic in resisting Prospero, evoking the period of colonialism during which the play was written. Miranda’s engagement to Ferdinand, the Prince of Naples and a member of the shipwrecked party, helps resolve the drama”. (Amazon)

“1984″ by George Orwell - “Winston Smith toes the Party line, rewriting history to satisfy the demands of the Ministry of Truth. With each lie he writes, Winston grows to hate the Party that seeks power for its own sake and persecutes those who dare to commit thoughtcrimes. But as he starts to think for himself, Winston can’t escape the fact that Big Brother is always watching... A startling and haunting vision of the world, 1984 is so powerful that it is completely convincing from start to finish. No one can deny the influence of this novel, its hold on the imaginations of multiple generations of readers, or the resiliency of its admonitions—a legacy that seems only to grow with the passage of time”. (Amazon)

“Lord of the Flies” by William Golding - “At the dawn of the next world war, a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of schoolboys. At first, with no adult supervision, their freedom is something to celebrate. This far from civilization they can do anything they want. Anything. But as order collapses, as strange howls echo in the night, as terror begins its reign, the hope of adventure seems as far removed from reality as the hope of being rescued”. (Amazon)

“The Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien - “Bilbo Baggins is a hobbit who enjoys a comfortable, unambitious life, rarely traveling any farther than his pantry or cellar. But his contentment is disturbed when the wizard Gandalf and a company of dwarves arrive on his doorstep one day to whisk him away on an adventure. They have launched a plot to raid the treasure hoard guarded by Smaug the Magnificent, a large and very dangerous dragon. Bilbo reluctantly joins their quest, unaware that on his journey to the Lonely Mountain he will encounter both a magic ring and a frightening creature known as Gollum”. (Amazon)

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