#these two have never interacted and yet i drew them together because i wanted to

[spiderdotexe]

these two !

#my art #clip studio paint #papyrus undertale #spamton g spamton #deltarune #undertale #these two have never interacted and yet i drew them together because i wanted to #would they be friends or enemies? business partners? #lost skeleton and tour guide??

[ghooostbaby]

Now that i am fixated on he xuan and hua cheng’s dynamic, rereading the black water arc and seeing all of the tiny but meaningful ways they talk to each other is kind of a delight. I suppose on the surface it might seem that they’re kind of passive aggressive in their communication and at minimum are kind of prickly with each other. However, obviously all their face-to-face interactions are shown through the perspective of xie lian, who they need to convince that they are a legitimate god and the ghost king who kidnapped and tortured said god. they’d have to be pretty inept if they got along any better in front of a heavenly official... if you pay attention, it becomes clear how they’re actually always working together and helping each other out.

When shi qingxuan and “ming yi” first show up at the puqi shrine, hua cheng and ming yi react to each other with intense animosity and hua cheng tells ming yi to leave and not come back, and ming yi responds “coming here was not my choice!” The narration explains specifically that their reactions to each other must be because they had last met when hua cheng had kidnapped and tortured ming yi, at least as far as shi qingxuan and xie lian are concerned - so it seems to me that they are putting on a good act to help keep he xuan’s disguise up, while hua cheng is communicating objections to he xuan involving xie lian, and he xuan is responding that he doesn’t want to, but his hand has been forced by shi qingxuan.

Then when they’re going over shi qingxuan’s scrolls hua cheng corrects the mistakes that the kills attributed to the Reverend, and that actually some kills were his own and some were Black Water’s, and then has a pretty good time insulting Shi Wudu. All of that could be typical for Hua Cheng, and there also could be a lot of other double meanings read into it, but I just think that He Xuan probably enjoyed hearing that a lot. And when Hua Cheng describes how the Reverend goes after not only the prey but all its family and friends … something about it feels like he’s speaking for He Xuan’s benefit, speaking out loud all the things He Xuan can’t say yet about what happened to him so Shi Qingxuan has to be forced to deal with it, which I think would be a little satisfying for He Xuan. Hua Cheng seems to be giving him face, showing respect…

Then when they go through the array and Shi Qingxuan gets quite close to the truth of who meddled with the array, Hua Cheng starts babbling accusations and twisting logic so Shi Qingxuan gets confused and distracted and they move on. On the surface it looks like its because Hua Cheng could look guilty himself and he was showing that he wasn’t there to meddle or help, just to be with Xie Lian … but suspicion of Ming Yi was the most probable cause of the array taking them to a wrong place, and Hua Cheng’s contributions mean they barely consider it at all.

“What’s with that look? In my opinion, don’t you think Lord Earth Master is the most suspicious one?” said Hua Cheng.

Ming Yi’s eyes also swept over. 

Hua Cheng added, “Instead of focusing on guessing who meddled after, what if the array he drew was wrong from the beginning? You don’t necessarily need a reason to do something. Lord Wind Master, you yourself are suspicious too.” 

“Huh?” Shi Qingxuan had never thought the tables would turn on him, and pointed at himself. “Who? ME?!”

“Yeah. A thief crying thief is a common thing,” Hua Cheng said. “Just why have you come? If you and your esteemed brother are truly scared of the Reverend of Empty words, why were those rags cobbled together? It’s not a stretch of the imagination to think that the two of you schemed, and intentionally led us here.”

Just by looking at his expression, one could tell that he was cheekily gabbing nonsense; but he looked so confident that almost anyone would start doubting too. Shi Qingxuan was almost shaken.

(the last part ahahaha hua cheng <3)

 Even in the novel as a whole - hua cheng and he xuan do a lot of things to benefit the other that otherwise they wouldn’t have wanted to. They always have a self-serving reason to pass it off as instead of “i just love my ghost king pal <3” but i firmly believe hua cheng and he xuan respect and *gasp* care about each other!!!

hua cheng lies to xie lian to support he xuan's plans in the black water arc and i think it would take a LOT for hua cheng to do that. And in the last book, he xuan comes when hua cheng asks to help shi qingxuan hold together the spiritual array fighting the human face disease, that also is not something he would ever do lightly- even when he does come he seems very angry, as well as that this is the only time he shows his face around shi qingxuan again, and he hadn’t shown his face to anyone since his revenge but for this either.

Also in the last book, he xuan lets hua cheng trash his territory and pretty much smash apart his bonefish, and hua cheng says he can do this because of he xuan’s debt, but 1.) it doesn’t seem like he xuan is ever paying him back, or that there’s any kind of a collection deadline, he xuan just keeps taking more and more, 2.) hua cheng doesn’t seem liable to let someone take so much from him if he had wanted to be paid back, and 3.) hua cheng does not seem to care about any of his nice possessions and wealth, he’s pretty careless with the rare treasures he has, his own mansion burning down (twice?), and so on. He seems pretty unfussed about spending his resources as if there is always more where that came from. (credit to @muigiel for this observation) So i do think this is a purposeful mislead. Like the debt is a good cover for them to do nice things for each other :3 (i love them)

I think in general in tgcf ghosts and gods are not as they appear, and the more i look into ghosts in this book the more full of goodness, hope, love, and life they seem to be. (qi rong is an outlier and should not be counted. Ok but he is loved by guzi who apparently finds him to be a better father than the original (omg i’m so sorry guzi) so he does count a little i guess?) 

I think a good indicator of how the actions of these ghost kings should be taken is given in the moment with hua cheng, xie lian and guzi where guzi is afraid of hua cheng on sight, and xie lian says, “don’t worry, this gege is a good person” and hua cheng says “no, i’m a very bad person” while making a cute little butterfly fly over to guzi. in hua cheng’s and he xuan’s responses to each other it’s as if they’re saying “i’m a very bad bad person” while making little butterflies fly toward each other. if we miss that I think we’ve missed something important about the story.

#tgcf #he xuan #hua cheng #huaxuan #ghost kings

[onecantsimply]

Hellooo me again! Can I request something else if it’s okay?

Yandere!JTR with a shy & introverted S/O who is *very* oblivious to Jack’s true nature (as a killer) as is incredibly sweet to him? Like; constantly invites them out to do fun things together, hugs him, kisses his cheek (in a platonic or slightly romantic way, you choose!) they’re so close to each other that his S/O has already introduced him to their family and S/O’s mom thinks he’s such a gentleman!

hhh!! I’m sorry I just really like your content 🥺💕💕

Request as much Yandere JTR stuff as you want- I’ll be there to write it when or if I can-

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• Honestly, bonding with you took way too much time and effort, but he never viewed it as not worth it. In fact, the interesting things about you that drew him in kept him pulled close to you, especially as you came out of your shell.

• The internal colors you had whilst he was with you was utterly pure. You felt safe around him. You felt jovial. You felt as if you could finally act how you’d like around him.

• Perhaps that was something that he loved you for? The colors of safety and vulnerability was easy to take advantage of, which is why he’s always around you, protecting you 24/7 as if he’s a bodyguard.

• This has definitely led to interactions with him, you, and your parents. Jack was a complete gentleman to them, as well as you. He acted much more polite around them, considering he didn’t want to bring tolerant chaotic energy to the table.

• And good news. They love him. They want you two together-

• Jack could feel himself eyeing you upon hearing this. Yet, the bliss that had completely swallowed his heart made his chest churn with bliss and infatuation for you.

• This is what he could have… You as a lovely partner for him, and your parents as supporting figures… He couldn’t ask for anything more. In fact, this is the very thing he’s needed, but never knew he wanted.

• He seemed to freeze up the moment he felt a gentle kiss to the cheek from you, as well as you linking arms with him. Jack slowly eyed you once more.

• He couldn’t decipher which color was which anymore. He was too stunned to do anything. “The man was too stunned to speak”, as well as him being too stunned to even do anything but stand still in an infatuated light.

• Though, later on, he saw the most platonic of colors within you. That pretty much made his heart crack a little, but he wanted to make you love him.

• That meant that he was smothering you even further, protecting you from any other man (even if it had meant secretly getting rid of them in alleyways), and making sure you had slowly gotten out of your shell of shy and introverted behavior.

• Jack was there within every step. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He held your hand, and enjoyed every single hug you gave him. They gave him a warmth he was starting to crave. Especially the kisses to the cheek. Jack could always feel himself getting stunned for a few moments before he looks at you with a shocked Pikachu face.

• You don’t know how much he wants to kiss you right now, and it’s pretty much taking over Jack’s brain at one point-

• And the fact that you always drag him to certain events, with him enjoying every single one with you… Yeah… That man is completely love struck, and there is absolutely nothing that can wipe his feelings away-

• The fact that he wants you completely safe with him is because of his job as an assassin as well. Everything within London may look nice, but none of it is sunshine and rainbows. So the fact that you, a completely pure person, is here in a hellhole like this, is something that Jack wants to change.

• He knows he works on his mercenary job. And he knows you aren’t aware of it. Because if you did, the either platonic or romantic feelings you had for him would be torn to shreds, and Jack would never want to have that happen. He’ll drag you back if he needs to.

• So, as a disguise, Jack decided to put his “job” as your protector in a playful manner. You had easily taken that answer in the same manner, giving Jack the smile he’s loved for so long.

• To some people that know who Jack really is, it’s disgusting to see him act like a killer that craves both your attention and the colors of fear, then to a man that wants nothing but to love and protect you.

• Red Widow is one of those people lmao. She already hated him in the first place, so she hates him even more now because he might drag you into assassin mess.

• Noah knows. He fucking knows, and he feels glad for Jack- But one step out of the line, and he’ll make sure war is waged-

• Jack honestly has no care for the either of them. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’re still the person he’s always loved. As long as you’re here with him.

• Honestly, in assassin jobs, he might vent some frustrations whilst putting someone in fear. Whether that be injuring them or having them hear what he has to say.

• “Ah… I can’t read if their color is platonic or romantic… It’s just melting together, and I can’t tell of it at all…” Jack muttered whilst currently choking someone out.

• And he can do much worse if he wanted. He did a few times, in which, he may have gotten covered in blood after that, but he feels slightly relieved that he’s vented the frustrations out.

• And the next day, he’s completely normal again, listening to you with infatuated eyes as you talk about something. Watching with butterflies in his stomach as you grab his hand and pull him somewhere you’ve wanted to go for a while. Feeling nothing but love whenever you hug him as tight as you can. Feeling flustered but hopeful when your parents say for you two to get together already.

• Yet, those platonic, yet romantic colors of love keep flooding his vision. He grows irritated with it, considering he doesn’t exactly know what to do with it. So, he decided to simply confess.

• He confessed every bit of feelings he had, but never the atrocities he’s committed for you. There was half hope you’d accept him, but half knowledge that you’d reject him.

• So to have his hopes win was something he was eternally glad for. To get a gentle but genuine kiss to the lips was something that made him smile.

• He felt nothing but overjoyed throughout the entire day. Or rather, every time he had saw you. He could hold your hand without nervous emotion. He could hug you as close as he wants and he protective for good reason- Jack could get dragged around more-

• While he could kill more… that doesn’t feed in with the energy lmao-

• Honestly, he has much better reason to kill though. He knows there’s no way of shielding it, and that you’d figure out how obsessed he is with you, as well as the extent he’d go just to keep you by his side. But he can’t have anyone potentially taking you away.

• After all, he has vows to say in a few years-

• So he needs to keep you with him as long as it takes, whatever the cost-

• Additionally… it feels so nice to get rid of someone that’s potentially wanted to take you away from him… So nice to see the fear in their eyes as they try to run or fight back. Naturally, Jack could never go for the pain. He’d go for the fear.

• But this time… he’s went for both, speaking of how they shouldn’t have even looked at you.

• In short, he’s a completely different person with you and with others. But, who says you mind? You never figured out anything he does, especially since he’s around you practically 90% of the time.

• He’d be glad to have you move in with him and sleep in the same bed. He can have his eye on you more, and he could whisper how much he loves you whilst keeping your warm figure in his arms to keep safe.

• Jack never wants to let this go. And he’ll be damned if something happens to you or the relationship you two have.

• He already has everything planned out, so if something shatters it… there will be Hell in London-

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #jack the ripper ror #yandere jack the ripper x reader

[onlyjaeyun]

This chapter took me alllll the way apart. I feel like there are two conversations going on between them right now. One is with their words and the things they say. The other and (dare I say) more authentic one is with actions.

Their relationship started as a pairs skating partnership. That is an incredibly intimate (not even in a sexual way—I mean they were kids) relationship and the primary way you communicate is in a relationship like that is with your body. You trust each other with your body. You support each other with your body. It’s all in what you do and how you physically relate to each other.

Their words are so harsh and fierce (at least they were until this chapter) but what they DO is what is REALLY revealing their story.

When Hoon left her the first time with no aftercare, it broke her. Because they did something so intimate and then he did not ACT in a way that was considerate of her. That wrecked her. She can’t even be in that same position again. But that messed HIM up too honestly. Because he IMMEDIATELY did something to make up for it. He beat up Jaemin. He had to. Was COMPELLED to because he could never truly just take from her and walk away.

The next series of action play out like this beautiful unspoken dance... He restored balance by wrecking Jaemin and immediately went after her. Separated her from Fuma systematically. Established their connection to his face. Kissed her lips after he saw her kiss Fuma. Put her in his clothes…That connection that they have is like a gaping hole when they aren’t together. They grew up together. It was a part of them. Once they reactivated it there was never going to be any going back.

Nearly every day they were together. Then those boys came for her and made her cry and he went 3 against 1. Wrecked. She’s his girl. It’s just that neither of them recognize it yet. She doesn’t want anyone else. She said it herself. (Lowkey I am DYING for some possessive moments from Hoon—like during intimacy—as well as their other interactions—there have already been many but I sense—especially after this—that there will be more. (Especially with her staying with Shotaro 👀 —I mean the TaroFlake relationship is mad platonic buuuut Hoon may not get that.)

Anyways this night is just a huge culmination of all those things. He comes to her space. They stare at each other. Snowflake physically reacts to his laughter (I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS OMG). They verbally protest Hee’s dare but never physically do because they need to be close to each other. And then… THE NOD—

The moment he answered her with the head nod… That was huge for me. For both of them, their body responds when their words can’t. (I love the parallel you drew with them both having to nod to answer the hard questions—the vulnerable questions THIS is what puts you a cut above the rest) It’s just so clear that the foundation of what they built together all those years ago is still there. Their connection is just too deep. And those moments when they almost unintentionally (physically) access it again—it just hits so hard. I’m—🥺

He came to her space then he calls her to his.

The way he HAS to know if she is ok. I can’t wait till she finds out he beat them too 💀—and she’s honest with him… honestly I feel like this interaction is one of the first if not the first time their verbal exchange truly begins to mirror what is going on with their bodies (and hearts).

She finds out that he fought for her and she is immediately ready to come back and meet him with her own actions. Telling him the truth about why she cried. Riding him without protection… Yes it’s hot but it’s EVERYTHING.

She never let the others do it.

Because they weren’t HIM.

They haven’t fought for her like he has. They haven’t bled for her like he has. They haven’t built a part of their souls together like the two of them have. Letting him into her is not like it is with other people because HE is already there. In way too deep. And of course he’s never let anyone as close as he let her. Of course. This act of vulnerability is just so huge for both of them. Because I know they swore they would never be vulnerable to each other again but they were and they are.

And don’t eeeeeven get me started on the mirror. He built her up where she could see herself. It’s breathtaking. He puts her in a position of power with both his words and his actions and MAKES her SEE it. Freaking Poetry.

And when he says “please I don’t want this to end”—I feel like he’s not just talking about their encounter—he’s talking about really—truly—being CLOSE to her again.

And the kiss. Such a beautiful intimate act.

Showering together is really a very intimate act. Trust me. That is not something you just randomly share with people. Like there is a strange sort of domestic closeness there that is just lovely to put them in. And he offers it to her because he doesn’t want her to leave…

And he talks with her. There’s conversation (DYING to know what they talked about!! Riki? The team? When they first suspected Heeki was happening?)… The verbal barriers are finally coming down.

But he send her home in his clothes again. A sweatshirt this time. Covers even more of her body than the t-shirt in his clothes—casually possessive. And she puts it on…

I love how you ended it with him FINALLY questioning his own feeling in a truly meaningful way.

She didn’t just make him feel good in bed. She made him FEEL good. Just feel good.

And that’s everything.

Passion is such a strong overarching theme with them. They shared a passion for skating. They passionately hate each other and they passionately are drawn to each other again and again. I am just sighing and kicking my feet. I really do be daydreaming about them.

I physically cannot wait for what is next. I (think I) saw you were taking a break for a few days after putting out this chapter and that is so well deserved. I hope you have a wonderful rest and do amazing on your exams! Thank you so so much for this chapter. It was (somehow) even BETTER than I could have hoped for.

here's the second part of said ask mentioned previously and i think you guys understand what i mean when i say i keep rereading them because of how amazing they are. it will forever leave me mesmerized but also incredibly impressed and actually quite proud to see such deep analysis and thoughts regarding something i wrote and ive actually been thinking about what to respond for so long but every time injust find myself stuck because i'm so 🥺 speechless??? i love your interpretation of things and the way you view and love my characters, you're giving me one of the biggest gifts a writer could receive and i hope you know that. no amount of words of gratitude will ever be enough to express what these asks mean to me. thank you so much baby 🥺 i will forever keep these close to my heart 🥺💗

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[niceminipotato]

Hello, everyone 👋🏻. We have finally gotten to the fourth installment of my lil PRIDE fest. I hope you enjoy it. It is really a tad bit too long for what I wanted to do but I have trouble sometimes with length. Hopefully you guys don’t mind. Anyway for this one we have one our favorite sapphic ladies. The Lady actually. Alcina Dimitrescu alongside a very fearless maid. (Y’all should know I didn’t edit because it’s 2:15am and I’m tired. Ok? Ok. Byeee.)

PRIDE - Daring

Change was to be expected after the terrible events which befell The Village. After Mother Miranda’s betrayal and Ethan Winters' sacrifice everything was different. Four families who had only had the Mold in common came together to rebuild. How they had managed to survive was a mystery. Yet Lady Alcina Dimitrescu did not question it. Not when she had been able to bring her daughters back, every single one.

Had Ethan Winters survived she would have done a great deal of things with him. It was good that he had rid them of Miranda but she would never forget how he had hunted and killed her daughters in search of his own. As if his mission to save Rose gave him leave to tear down the world of another parent. Yes, he would have suffered greatly at her hands. The things she had done in a hundred years would have paled in comparison to what she would have done to him.

Nevertheless, Winters was gone along with Miranda and she had her daughters and, as much as she loathed calling them as such, her siblings. Following The Village’s destruction they had all relocated to her castle, which stubbornly stood after the massive explosion that had practically flattened their land.

The Duke had also been spared, though Alcina supposed that was the charm of a man such as him. There when you need him gone when you don't. It was a good thing too as he was now her supplier of blood and meat. They had rebuilt somewhat and new people had begun to arrive and settle in the ruins of The Village. This time around, however, she and her daughters had refrained from recklessly taking people for sustenance. Thus building a better relationship.

With the arrival of new villagers, came new maids. The castle’s policy to hire only women remained. Even with Heisenberg constantly harassing her to change it she did not budge. Two manthings in her home were more than enough. Thus a fresh batch of maids had come in.

Fear was still very much alive. Just because she was trying to be practical did not mean that she would lower herself. She was a countess and the new people living in The Village and within her castle would know their place.

Alcina barely interacted with the maids, leaving Bela in charge of arranging their schedules. The only times she engaged with them was during meals or tea times. At least that was true until she came along.

A woman in her late twenties had come upon The Village late at night at the beginning of winter. The lights of the castle drew her in, shivering and exhausted. Where she had come from she didn’t say. All that she told them was that she had lost everyone and had nothing. Suspicion arose within the inhabitants of the castle for a while but Alcina found herself allowing the young woman to stay.

Elise was her name and she was beautiful. Her beauty, though, was subtle. She was not some ethereal being, she just was. Something Alcina appreciated over a great many things. Brown hair and hazel eyes. Lithe and delicate she stood a few inches short of her daughters. Elise was different. A hard worker through and through. Even Bela seemed surprised by her diligence and quick learning. She was quiet and reserved, her gaze held within years of despair despite her young age.

Oftentimes Alcina found herself craving the young woman’s company. She was uncertain as to why but she enjoyed having Elise around. She had made her a sort of personal maid. Unlike the rest of the staff, Elise was allowed in Alcina’s chambers and study without supervision. The young woman had learned how to discern her moods and quickly identified ways to help her calm. Her presence was almost soothing to an extent so Alcina took to having her clean her study while she worked. There were not many words exchanged, they both simply existed together. Sometimes, though, Alcina could see that flash of sadness across Elise’s face. It was quick like a lightning bolt. It suddenly struck then was no more. Refraining from asking her about her past became a challenge but she was Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and as such she had etiquette to follow.

As time went by the young woman’s quietness slowly melted. The suspicion which had been present at her arrival eased. Elise would spend time with her daughters and her siblings. She never seemed bothered by any of them and their odd characteristics. Her three rambunctious children would seek her out to spend time together. Maybe reading a book or playing. On rare occasions she would hear Donna’s soft crackly voice as she conversed with Elise. What they spoke about she didn’t know but sometimes the fact that they talked made her feel strange. Even Heisenberg and Moreau would seek the young woman out.

Seemingly, Elise had become an important member of her castle. One who her family had become rather attached to. Despite her good will and the relationship she had built with everyone Alcina always kept an eye on her. She may have allowed her to stay when everyone had been against it and allowed for them to bond with her as they had but humans were gullible little things. Anything could make them turn, their loyalty fickle, and that was something she would not have. Alcina would raze the world before facing the possibility of losing her family all over again.

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With Miranda gone and new villagers came new challenges. Together the four Lords had managed to erect a barrier. However, their barrier was nothing compared to Miranda’s and as such it could be infiltrated. No longer were they invisible to the world that surrounded them. They were seen as a threat even when they had mostly changed their ways. Yet they could not blame the world surrounding them for fearing them. Alcina and her family were, afterall, different.

Their unnaturalness and years of terror had earned them the attention of different government agencies. Agencies, which seemed hellbent on eradicating them or at least capturing them for experimentation. Groups of humans or genetically engineered beings were sent through their barrier constantly. Thankfully, the villagers seemed to greatly mislike the outsiders for some reason or another. The moment someone new stepped foot in The Village the castle was notified there were hunters, as the people had taken to calling them, near.

The castle would always be on high alert when notified of suspicious activity. Maids were sent to the servant quarters to keep safe but mostly out of the way, leaving only few to tend to the family’s needs. Heisenberg would ready the Lycans he still had left while Moreau and Donna remained on standby. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela always stayed in the castle to defend it. Because of their susceptibility to the cold, staying in the castle was also good for the three.

It fell to Alcina and Heisenberg to intercept the teams before they reached the castle. In great part due to them, the castle had never been infiltrated and even the villagers were mostly spared. It was true that Alcina alone could deal with incoming threats but Heisenberg had argued so much against it that on that issue at least she had conceded.

******

Dinner was being served when Elise quietly interrupted her meal. The young woman approached her while her daughters regaled the table with tales of their extreme game of hide and seek.

“My lady, we received a message from Mr. Rousseau.”

Alcina cleaned the corners of her mouth with a napkin before leaning closer to her maid. “Continue.”

“He spotted a team of twelve.”

“How many dear sis?” Heisenberg shouted from the other end of the table.

“Mind your manners.” Alcina huffed.

“Oh pardon me m’lady.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes she nodded at Elise who then relayed the information to the rest of the table. Bela was out of her chair and calling for the maids to get to their quarters. Cassandra and Daniela headed over to their designated sides of the castle to guard and keep watch. Moreau whiningly made his way out of the dining room as well with Donna and Angie following behind.

“My boys will keep an eye on the grounds. Move your giant ass. Let’s go.” Heisenberg called as he made his way out.

“One of these days I will leave him to die like a dog.” Alcina muttered.

“I shall have your bath ready when you come back, my lady.” Elise said beside her. “And evening tea as well.”

“See that you do.” Alcina stood and headed to the door to which the young woman replied as she always did.

“As you wish, my lady.” It wasn’t until she had almost reached the door that she heard something else coming from her. “Please come back safe.”

Elise’s last words were so soft that without her heightened hearing she would have missed them. Alcina froze then glanced back but the maid was already clearing the table of perishables and heading to the kitchens. A million and one questions surfaced in her head at the young woman’s words, at the concern etched in them. However, now was not the time to dwell on such things. Heisenberg was calling for her from the main foyer and she very much hated his cajoling.

******

“You stupid moron.”

“Enough!” She hissed through gritted teeth.

She supposed the biggest change after Miranda and Ethan was her regeneration. Following her run in with that cursed blade her fast healing had become stunted. She could still heal everything but the speed of which she regenerated became slower even when she had blood.

“Why’d you get in the way?” Heisenberg bit out while still holding the makeshift bandages in place.

“Because had I not then you would be dead.” Alcina replied angrily. “I thought your whole argument rested on the fact that you need not be protected because you could do that yourself. Yet there you were not paying attention. Too distracted by your damned mutts.”

“I would’ve been fine. I know I would’ve.”

“You know nothing. You imbecile.”

“Mother!” The agitated voices of her daughters finally reached them as they made their way up the stairs.

“What happened?”

“I will kill those manthings.”

“Are you going to be ok?”

Forcing a smile she tried to calm her daughters. “Hush dears. I am fine. ‘Tis but a scratch.”

The girls looked over her wounds then to their uncle, who shook his head. Heiseberg ignored her glare and only held onto her bandages despite her trying to pull away. Daniela led the way to her chambers while Cassandra briefly swarmed away before returning with the emergency kit.

The group marched on with her silently and soon Donna with Angie along Moreau joined the small entourage. The doll perched herself on her good shoulder without warning and she resisted the urge to send it flying as she watched Donna looking up at her. It seemed as though her sister had sent Angie to check the wounds she herself couldn’t see.

Alcina had half a mind to yell at them all for hovering. She needed no help. She was strong and everything would be fine come morning. Being rude was not something she wanted to do. Snapping at Heisenberg was one thing, he deserved it after all, but everyone else was there out of concern. Still their concern for her only made her feel weak and she was anything but.

As they reached her chambers her door opened before any of them could try. Elise’s troubled eyes met hers before scanning over her. Alcina could feel her ever slow beating heart begin to pick up the pace under such scrutiny. The young woman stood in silence for a few seconds before Heisenberg decided to break the atmosphere.

“Whatever she says ain’t true, El. It ain’t my fault the crazy giant stood in the way.”

The coldness with which Elise regarded Heisenberg almost made her shiver and set the hairs in the back of her neck on end. Never had she witnessed this frigid demeanor from the young woman.

“I believe you’ve done enough, Lord Heisenberg.” Her voice was just as cold as her eyes and Heisenberg flinched a step back.

“Why’re you being like this? I didn’t do nothing.”

“You should go deal with whatever it is the lycans are bringing before they make a mess.”

“But—”

“You really should leave.”

“Ah fine.” He let go of Alcina to wave his arms around and turned around muttering under his breath.

The cold in those hazel eyes flashed quickly a deep fire as anger took over Elise’s features. Everyone surrounding Alcina seemed to have noticed as well, growing tense and keeping quiet. Bela had quickly taken over holding her bandages in place and moved to walk her inside her chambers. That was until she pulled away.

“Enough, I know you are all trying to help but it is not necessary.”

“But Mother we could—” Bela seemed to want to argue but she interrupted with a small smile.

“Not necessary.”

“A-are you sure sister?” Moreau asked, hobbling closer.

“I am certain. Please go tend to the rest of the castle. Heisenberg should be bringing the remains soon.”

“Call if you need something.” Donna’s soft voice came through her veil before Angie’s shriek filled the air. “I will sing you a lullaby!”

“Much appreciated.” Alcina hid her wince as she nodded at her sister and handed her doll over.

“Mother—” Daniela began but once more she interrupted.

“My dears, you need to deal with whatever Heisenberg brings in. I am perfectly able to deal with my wounds.”

Cassandra shook her head, “Mother, we can—”

“Girls,” Elise spoke calmly and took the emergency kit from the brunette, “do as the lady says. I shall ensure she has everything she needs.”

Her three daughters looked at each other as if they were having their own silent conversation before nodding and looking back at Elise. Daniele swarmed up towards her leaving a kiss on her cheek quickly followed by Cassandra. Bela waited a bit while her sisters moved down the hall throwing glances over their shoulders.

“Elise, if you need anything please call us. Anything at all.”

“As the lady says everything will be fine.” Elise gave the blonde a gentle smile.

Bela hummed before as her sisters before her she turned her lower body into a swarm of flies floating up to give her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Mother. And I know you don’t like it but I will check on you in a few hours.”

“I love you too, bug. Off you go.”

Bela grinned up at her before fully swarming and heading over to her sisters. Alcina listened to their excited swarms for a few seconds before focusing on the only other person left. Elise waited patiently before her. She seemed calmer now, a bit more collected than she did before. Hazel eyes zeroed in on her injured shoulder and arm before backing into the room.

Ducking carefully, Alcina entered her chambers unable to stifle the hiss moving in such a manner brought her. Pain laced her entire upper right shoulder and arm all the way down to her fingertips. The door shut gently behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to find the young woman’s eyes on her.

“My lady, the bath is ready for you when you are ready.”

“Good. Leave the kit there. You are dismissed.” She said heading towards the bench in front of her vanity.

“I could—”

Alcina was tired of all the hovering and coddling from her family. To receive the same kind of concern from a maid felt more like pity and pity was not something she would ever accept. Anger rose in her chest and she turned to face Elise.

“I said you are dismissed!”

“But you are hurt and I can—”

“Leave!” Her voice came out as more of a roar than anything else. She expected the young woman to cower but what she got was a resilient expression.

“No!” Elise exclaimed.

Ire filled rushed through her veins sending her blood into a boil and she could feel the beast within shift as her claws slid out, “you dare—”

“I dare.” Elise stared back at her without an ounce of fear. “You may kill me later. I could really care less. Now, however, you will sit and let me take care of your wounds, Lady Dimitrescu.”

Alcina stood frozen in place at Elise’s brazenness. The display of courage and her disregard for her life in the face of an apex predator were something to be admired. Even the beast within took pause at the young woman’s display.

“I’m waiting, my lady.”

At her words and still shocked she wordlessly obliged and sat at the bench watching as Elise took the stepping stool and set herself beside her.

After setting the emergency kit and freshly made bandages on the vanity Elise turned her attention to her wounds. Taking her arm in her hands she moved it cradling ever so gently as if one wrong move and it would shatter. Alcina was not used to that level of care from anyone, not even her own daughters. Bela was always careful but Elise was acting as if she would break under even the barest press of her fingers.

“I am not made of glass.” She finally said and in an instant hazel eyes met hers.

“I’m well aware.” Elise grabbed some cleaning solution and began to gently clear away the dried blood. “You can be the strongest being in the world but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be cared for.”

“Is this your way of appeasing me after blatantly disregarding my orders?” Alcina lifted a brow.

“I told you already. You can do whatever you wish after I’m done.”

“You are strange.”

Elise scoffed but still kept her attention on the wound extending from her forearm to her elbow. “Maybe. I’ll need to stitch this.” She lifted her gaze as if she were asking permission.

“Do you really have to ask? You have done as you wished so far.”

“That may be true but still I will ask. May I stitch your arm,” she stopped and glanced at the wound on her shoulder, “and your shoulder?”

“Do as you wish.”

Alcina turned away from her and focused on their reflection in the mirror. After a hum Elise set to work as usual, quietly and diligently but now with a side of care and gentleness. The silence stretched between them for the minutes during which the young woman cleaned and stitched her up. At any miniscule show of discomfort, even without really looking at her, Elise would halt her movements and give her a few seconds to collect herself.

It was not long before all the blood and debris had been cleared off of the wounds. Elise had done remarkably well, which if Alcina was honest with herself did not surprise her in the least. The young woman never complained about standing and stretching in such uncomfortable ways. She did what she had to in order to help her and that was that.

“Would you mind if I checked on the bath? I think I may have taken longer than I thought I would so the water may not be as warm as you like. I apologize.”

“Go on.”

Elise bowed her head then climbed down the stepping stool before heading to the adjoining bathroom. Alcina inspected her injuries while the young woman was gone. She could still feel the ghost of nimble fingers gently grazing her skin. Her heart beat at an alarming pace and she wondered if it was due to the injuries or if it was something else.

“My lady?” Elise’s voice drew her from her thoughts. “The bath is ready. I already spread the salts and oils. At the risk of overstepping—please mind your wounds.”

Alcina scoffed and looked at the young woman, “at the risk of overstepping, you say?”

“I am aware my behavior was unacceptable.” Elise dropped into a deep bow. “I am deeply sorry.”

Standing, Alcina made her way towards the still bowing young woman before reaching down and lifting her face with a finger under her chin. She did not miss the surprised gasp nor the way the young woman’s heart sped up. Flushed cheek, Elise looked more beautiful than before and her gaze held so much that Alcina fought to remain calm herself.

“If you would be so kind as to help me this evening. I’m afraid maneuvering in the bathroom might be a tad bit too painful on my own.”

Truthfully she had no idea where her words came from or how she allowed herself to speak in such a way. Elise swallowed hard and she found herself watching the bob of her throat as she did, feeling a thirst like no other watering her mouth.

“Yes, my lady.” Her voice was so soft that Alcina almost missed it. “It would be my pleasure to help.”

“So very kind of you.”

Pulling away she watched Elise almost chase her hand before catching herself and straightening up. An involuntary smirk settled on her lips while she entered the bathroom listening intently as the young woman behind her took a deep steadying breath.

The smell of lavender and citrus wafted through the bathroom while steam lifted from the water in her tub. Behind her she heard careful steps that came to a halt just beside the tub itself. When she moved to reach for the buttons of her dress a hum stopped her.

“Please allow me.”

Elise made quick work of the buttons and soon Alcina let the dress fall down her body and pool at her feet.

“I think it may be better to get rid of this one, my lady. I’m afraid not even Lady Beneviento would be able to mend this.”

“You would be correct. Do get rid of it. Set out a nightgown and bring me fresh underwear.” Reaching behind her to undo her bra had a hiss leaving her lips. “Useless manthings.” She grumbled.

“It may be inappropriate but I can help.”

“Go on.”

Once more soft gentle fingers grazed her skin sending a ripple up and down her spine. Feeling heat spreading across her cheeks and a slight tickle in her stomach made her gasp. There was absolutely no way she was blushing at the mere touch of another. The way her body was reacting was wholly impossible. She was not made to feel things such as these. She was not human and only humans were gullible enough to feel things such as these.

“My lady, are you alright?”

Elise’s concerned tone brought her back to herself so she cleared her throat and took a deep breath before letting her bra fall. “I am. Please do as I told you. I will be done shortly.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

Waiting until the door shut Alcina then set about taking off the rest of her garments before entering the tub. The moment she sank in she felt her body completely relax and she let out a pleased hum. For a moment she allowed herself to just be, completely tuning out everything that wasn’t her or the water gently lapping around her just before it settled.

After her moment of complete disconnection she tuned back into her surroundings. She began to wash herself being mindful of her still healing injuries. Behind the closed door she could hear Elise moving about.

The whole situation with the young woman was strange. Never once in her seventy years as a mutated being had she faced someone like her. While it was true that Ethan Winters had disrupted her entire being and challenged her like no one had before it wasn’t the same. Elise had challenged her, yes, and she had also disrupted her whole being but it was so much different.

The young woman cared about her and her family in a way no one truly had. She made quick friends with siblings and became something more than a friend to her daughters. And then there was Elise with her.

In the face of death she had stood without fear. Like a stone against which the water crashed but could not move. Elise made her feel things she did not understand. Things she had forgotten she had once desired. Slowly she had ingrained herself into her life. Slowly then all at once and it was just now that Alcina was becoming more aware of just how deep that young brown haired and hazel eyed woman had rooted herself.

A soft knock on the door had her glancing over her shoulder.

“Should I leave your clothes in here? Or would you rather I set the screen for you?” Elise asked, her eyes focused on her feet.

“Why should I have to dress her or behind the screen?”

“Oh, I only mean to respect your privacy, my lady.”

Her stammering was sweet enough to tease but Alcina felt somewhat merciful. “You pretend to stay in my chambers tonight?”

“I-I uh I…” Elise’s cheeks turned several shades of red before settling on a deep crimson. “Your daughters came by and wanted to stay. I may have convinced them to let you rest on the condition that I’d watch over you.”

“I have no need for a nanny.” Alcina snapped quietly, though she felt her chest warm at her daughters’ concern.

“I know you don’t, my lady. But I assumed you’d rather one set of eyes instead of three.”

“I suppose.” She conceded. “Leave my clothes here.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Some shuffling of fabrics then the door was shut once more and she was again alone with her thoughts and her feelings.

Allowing herself a few more minutes of soaking in the sweet and citrusy water, Alcina leaned her head back and closed her eyes, willing her heart to calm. A night with only Elise for company would surely be an arduous task to complete but she had never been one to cower before a challenge.

In the silence she wondered what would happen should she allow herself to feel freely. She also wondered what went on in Elise’s little head—what moved her to act in the way she had towards her. Between the two questions that at least was something she was more willing to explore.

One deep and calming breath and she was getting out of the tub and reaching for a towel. She patted herself dry and put on her clothes, chuckling at the fact she had been limited to getting ready for bed in the bathroom instead of her own room. Once done she headed out.

Soft candlelight bathed the room in a delicate golden glow. Not all of them were lit, just enough that visibility was good—she needn’t much but still it was nice. Elise stood by the window unaware she had finally stepped out of the bathroom.

Alcina allowed herself a few minutes to observe the young woman in silence. Standing in the moonlight looking at nothing in particular, Elise was breathtaking. She almost wished she could paint her. Maybe one day. Just not today.

“Good choice.”

Elise turned abruptly, “pardon me, my lady. I didn’t notice you came back.”

“Clearly. Good choice on nightgowns. This one is by far one of my more comfortable ones.” Alcina moved to her bed noticing the covers had been pulled back so that she may just slip in.

“Daniela brought a carafe of new blood for you.” Elise walked over to the table in which a tray sat with said carafe and a glass. “Would you like some now?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Right away.”

Sitting at the edge of the bed Alcina waited for the young woman to bring her favored drink. Elise made her way to her carefully and handed her the cup while she moved the carafe from the tray to her bedside table. That sweet coppery scent reached her and her hunger hit her like a wave. She drank the whole cup in two gulps. Unflinchingly, Elise filled cup after cup until the whole carafe was gone.

“Would you like me to get more? We must have gotten a fresh supply today.” Elise offered.

“How are you this comfortable with my cumsumption of blood?” She asked instead of responding.

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as though it does not bother you. Yet you are human. It is the blood of your species that I crave more than anything. I can drink ten of you dry and still want more. Despite that, here you stand offering me more without so much as a care.”

“You need it the same way I need animal meat. I don’t see a difference.” Elise spoke and despite how much she looked for it Alcina could find no traces of lies in her words or expression.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care for us? For me?” Alcina just could not understand her. “We… I am… I am nothing but a m—”

“If you dare finish that sentence I will climb up there and slap you.” Elise spat. “Do not ever call yourself that. Never. Do you understand me?” She looked so angry while she spoke as if Alcina had somehow offended her. “Your siblings are amazing. Unusual, yes. But amazing still. And your daughters, they are unlike anyone I’ve ever met. A bit peculiar and rambunctious. Sadistic also—I will not deny that—but wonderful in every way. And you…”

Alcina felt an unfamiliar prickle in her eyes as she listened to the young woman. Never had she encountered someone as daring as her. She threatened her in the same wavelength expressed her love—because that’s what it was, love—for her family. Her hazel eyes filled with unshed tears as she found the words to express what Alcina was to her.

“You are no monster. You are beautiful, breathtakingly so. You are strong and loving. Caring and kind in your own way.” Tears slid down pink cheeks but Elise continued despite them. “I know of your past. I know what you’ve done. But I also know your present.” She swallowed hard. “I know what you can become. I know what you would become for the people of this castle. A dragon cares for its own. Does it not, my lady?”

Where her voice came from she had no idea, because the lump in her throat sat heavy. “It does.”

“I have met many monsters.” A sad smile sat on Elise’s face. “So many monsters. You are not one of them. So I will never allow anyone to refer to any of you as such. I lost so much when I got here. I had nothing and no one. And swore I would never let anyone else that close. But it seems I’m an oath breaker because you all sneaked in and burrowed yourself within. You are all now my family.”

It felt like a bucket of ice cold water had fallen upon her waking her from her daydreaming. Whatever Alcina had thought the young woman felt towards her was not real. A family is what she them all as. A family, which could only mean she saw her as a mother. And really what could she see? Alcina was stuck forever in her mid-forties. She may be beautiful but to a twenty-something year old that was nothing.

“Family.” Alcina let out feeling herself hollow out, tearing her gaze from the young woman before her. “So to you I must be like a mother?”

A light chuckle brought her back to Elise who was doing her best to wipe the tears from her face. Hazel eyes met hers and a soft smile etched itself into the young woman’s face.

“Seeing you as a mother might make the way I want to kiss you rather complicated.”

“W-what did you say?”

Not once in all her years had Lady Alcina Dimitrescu stammered the way she just had. Elise simply looked at her, her head tilted with her soft smile and warm eyes.

Alcina was unsure from where the young woman had pulled the stepping stool but Elise was now perched on it, their gazes leveled. Alcina’s hands twitched at her sides when Elise gently cradled her face. Bated breath, she waited unmoving to see just what the young woman would do.

“I don’t see you as a mother, my foolish lady.” Despite her tears, Elise let out a chuckle.

“That’s… good.”

“So eloquent.” She giggled and Alcina decided that was the best sound she had ever heard.

Hazel eyes filled with tears once more and her hands began to shake. Elise leaned forward and rested her forehead against hers, her lips quivering slightly. Alcina's heart raced at their closeness and she refused to breathe or acknowledge the way she herself began to tremble.

“I know what happened today can happen again. I know even if I beg you would still go out there. You have to.” A light whimper escaped Elise’s lips. “Just please make sure you come back. I know how strong you are but Alcina please. I have lost so much already and I know you are different. I know you are stronger. But please just say you will come back. Please.”

Pulling away from her soft hands, she lifted her head enough to place a kiss on Elise’s forehead, lingering for a moment to say, “I will always come back to you, my daring girl.”

“Aww, that is so cute! You were right, Bela?”

The delighted squeal from Daniela had them jumping apart. Elise seemed to lose her balance but one quick movement from Alcina and she had her resting against her chest instead.

“Dani, hush!” Cassandra hissed, attempting to be more quiet but failing miserably.

“Both of you shhh.”

Elise made to move away but Alcina only held her tighter in place, “stay?” At her nod Alcina pulled her gently onto her lap before looking to the closed door. “Bugs? You may come in.”

“What if we don’t want to?” Cassandra asked.

“I want to.” Daniela whined.

“Be quiet.” Bela hissed. “A-are you decent, Mother?”

“Bela Dimitrescu.” She admonished while Elise attempted to cover her giggle with a cough.

“I was only—”

“Inside. All three of you.”

The buzzing swarm of her beloved trio dove under her door and into the room. Cassandra materialized with her hands covering her eyes, while Daniela beamed at them and Bela stared at the floor apologetically.

“So when do we get to call Elise mom?” Daniela asked happily.

“Daniela, we haven’t even… what I mean is… well I just…” And once more Lady Alcina Dimitrescu had been reduced to a stammering blubbering mess.

“I just told her I loved her, girls. Be patient.”

Suddenly the giggles coming from her daughters disappeared along with her chambers to leave only the woman she now had on her lap. What Elise had just said was a lie. She hadn’t told her she loved her. She had just—

“Alcina?” A soft hand caressed her cheek gently as ever. “Are you alright?”

“Elise broke Mother.” Cassandra snickered in the background.

Alcina ignored her and focused instead on those hazel eyes. “You just said you love me.”

“Alcina,” Elise frowned, “after everything that just happened. After everything I just said. Could you not guess what I felt? What I feel?”

“But I’m a m—”

Soft lips covered her own in an instant. She shuddered at the feeling as did the beast inside. Parts she had thought long dead sparked throughout her. Bumps rose all over her skin and she burned. Burned brightly in an all consuming fire. To this miserable world Elise had sparked it all. It was as though Alcina had been sleepwalking through life. And now she was awake.

Elise pulled away and she opened her eyes, not entirely sure of when she had opened them. “I told you not to call yourself that.”

“If I recall correctly you said you’d slap me if I did.” Alcina managed a smirk though inside she was swooning like a schoolgirl.

“My daring self thought a kiss might be better to keep you from talking.”

“Adorable!”

“Ew.”

“Shhh.”

“Sorry I forgot you all were here.” Elise turned to the girls.

“We’re aware.” Cassandra rolled her eyes. “Anyway since we now know Mother is in good hands let's get back to the cellar. I’m still hungry.”

“Just make sure you don’t bring all that blood up the stairs to the kitchen, you three.” Elise groaned.

“Yes, mom!” Daniela cheered and swarmed away quickly followed by a giggling Cassandra.

“Uh… still let us know if you need something?” Bela gave them a small smile before she also swarmed away.

“I should’ve asked them to bring you another one.” Elise motioned to the empty carafe. “I’ll go get you some more.” She moved to stand and once more Alcina held her in place.

“No, I had more than enough.” Elise seemed unconvinced by her words. “Stay.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

“Shall I tell you a secret, my daring draga?” Alcina pressed her forehead to Elise’s, grinning widely when she rubbed their noses together. “I love you too.”

#happy pride 🌈 #Pride fic fest #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #alcina x oc

[hiddendruid]

Willow Month - Day 2: Favorite Relationship

This one is so hard for me. There’s so many wonderful relationships, so I'm gonna talk about multiple. So here are my favorite relationships in Willow (in no particular order):

1. Kit and Jade

I’ve seen my share of sapphic relationships, but not that many in fantasy. And none that immediately drew me in as strongly as these two. Not just their chemistry, but also just how much they bounce off each other as characters, if that makes sense. Like Jade being a courtly knight wanting to protect Kit, but also wanting to make sure Kit gets her training and not wanting to “save” her. And Kit being super selfish and taking her friendship with Jade for granted until she realizes how much she loves her???? Incredible 10/10.

2. Kit and Boorman

I feel like the way these two interact with each other is not only hilarious, but extremely relatable. As someone with an older brother, I FELT the sibling vibes between these two right away. Also the fact that they are both so intrinsically tied to Madmartigan and his legacy, it’s so good! I also love how Boorman passes off the cuirass and its power to Kit, knowing that its her story and her bravery that’s going to save the day. Poetry!!

3. Graydon and Elora

Listen. . .I could write ESSAYS about these two. They are THE relationship. From the moment Graydon told Elora she was extraordinary, I was in for the ride. There’s so many facets of their relationship that I could peel back and examine from their shared growth in doing magic to the ability for both characters to be able to share their trauma and crap with each other. Also SO MUCH ROMANCE I COULD EAT THIS SHIT UP. Like???? Graydon helping Elora with her magical pronunciation then saying “Perfect” while looking at her with his puppy dog eyes? Elora helping Graydon tie his shirt and looking deeply into his eyes?!?!?!?!?!?! 

“WHEN WE REACH THE IMMEMORIAL CITY, I KNOW YOU’LL SAVE AIRK AND YOU TWO WILL RUN OFF TOGETHER BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM. AND WHILE I DON’T LOVE HIM I DO LOVE YOU. IT’S OKAY I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO LOVE ME BACK. I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU I NEVER WOULD HAVE BECOME THE MAN I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE?!?!?!??!”

Deceased. Dead. Dead Deceased. Not to mention there’s still a whole other side of their relationship we haven’t been able to explore yet because Elora hasn’t fully grappled with her feelings for Graydon yet. (pst, this is one of the reasons we need a Season 2)

4. Kit and Elora

These two made me cry so much while watching this show. I’m a sucker for sister relationships. I love that Elora is such a big sister for Kit - giving her advice and helping her self-actualize - and then Kit is such a snotty little sister pushing Elora over the edge (literally) and getting her to be brave. Also the growth of their relationship over the course of the show is so fantastic. And it feels real. It doesn’t feel like forced drama. I just adore how Kit has to grapple not only with the fact that this kitchen maid is the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but also the fact that her life has been prioritized over hers. Their scene in “Beyond the Shattered Sea” at the waterfall was so powerful. 

5. Willow and Graydon

Honestly, I could make an argument for every relationship between Willow and another member of the party. But there’s something so special about Graydon and Willow’s relationship. The little back and forth between them in episode 3 was so silly “Which one of us is the High Aldwyn? Oh yeah, it’s me.” and “Don’t say groin in mixed company.” Are some highlights for me. But then episode 5 really cemented it for me. The two of them talking about Elora felt very much like a dad talking to his daughter’s boyfriend. But then, by the end, the fact that Willow (truthfully I might add) told Graydon that he’s a good person. And then from then on, we got to see Willow become a sort of mentor and guide for Graydon. Like??? I got so teary-eyed in the finale when Willow told Graydon he was “on his way to becoming a great sorcerer, and an even greater man” then screamed “NO” when Graydon got shunted into the Wyrm realm. Like?!?! It’s so perfect.

6. Graydon and Boorman

OK, last but certainly not least, I adore these two. I feel like Willow really nails non-toxic masculine friendships so well. Boorman initially being the target for Graydon’s dad, but then becoming a sort of older brother figure for Graydon is such a perfect little arc. Also, Boorman does a great job of bringing Graydon out of his shell. He’s so supportive, but also is such a wonderful comedic contrast to Graydon’s ‘straight man.’ Boorman saves Graydon’s flute from the Immemorial City. That’s so fantastic, and such a great little nod to how much Boorman cared about Graydon.

Again, there’s too many to choose, so I settled for 6. There’s so many amazing relationship dynamics in this show and all of them are so fantastic I could go on and on and on. 

#willow 2022 #willow series #willowmonth2023 #kit tanthalos #graydon hastur #elora danan #tanthamore #graylora #thraxus boorman #willow ufgood

[bellsxwriting]

Kind of a crack request, but also kind of of fluffy You know the 3.5 scene where Kaeya is in Sumeru? What would happen if the traveller was Kaeya's lover? Partly the letters were tailored because he misses them greatly (despite him being on their team). Lots of kisses and soft talk when they reunite.

Meanwhile Dain just hurled in the bush from the sappiness, this is so much worse then collusion.

Kaeya x Reader .- Reunited at last...

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A/N - Ahhh thank you so much for the request! I hope this is ok, it's not too long but I had some fun writing it and I can always do another part! - Also this is from the perspective of the traveller that isn't lumine/aether!

You held the letter in your hand as you approached the spot in which Kaeya had requested you- It was 5 pm now, and the tavern was alive with customers; many sitting around, drinking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. You surveyed the area, your eyes landing on a table in the corner, seating one distinct customer, “I'll have something I haven't tried yet, boss…” You heard your lover say as you approached the table,

“Um…sorry sir, I'm afraid you've already tried every type of liquor we sell” 

“Oh? Well then just the bill please” 

“Drinking on the job…? How unprofessional” You stood at the end of the table, smiling lightly at the man in front of you,

“Traveler, my love. Im so glad you could make it” Kaeya stood, a warm smile on his face as he moved to stand next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you closer,

“Kaeya, you're really here!” You heard your companion Paimon gasp from next to you, “Paimon half thought you were playing some form of prank on us” 

“Come now” He chuckled, “I would never kest about seeing my dear partner now. I was simply in the area and hoped you'd spare the time to see me” He kissed you lightly on the cheek and your smile only grew, “Come now, sit, I'm sure we have much to talk about. How about I get you a drink Y/N” You took the spot next to Kaeya, Paimon infront, you laced your hands together and rested them on the top of the table, waiting for the server to come back so you could order, 

“What brings you all the way to Sumeru my love, surely not just to see me” You glance his way, a smirk lifting on your face, 

“Oh, I wish that was the case,” He lifted your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss there, “No, I'm actually here to learn more about the alcohol industry here” The conversation continued, you talked about his reason for arriving, your victories in sumeru and your plans to visit Fontaine now the crisis is quelled. The night grew darker and you rested your head on Kaeyas shoulder, as he softly spoke about Mondstadt to you and your companion, occasionally looking over to place a chase kiss on top of your head. By now, one of his arms was wrapped around your shoulder as he drew you closer to his chest. 

“What are your plans for tonight, love, are you staying in the hotel or are you setting off back to Mondstadt?” You looked up at him as you spoke, he chuckled.

“No, I still have a few more places I would like to look into before I depart, perhaps you could keep me company tonight Y/N?” He smirked down at you before leaning down, 

“Nope, Na nah, Paimon cannot deal with you two being lovey dovey!” She pointed at you dramatically as you both grinned. Meanwhile, behind the wall concealing your table. A familiar figure stood, eavesdropping on the whole interaction, 

“So, that's what has become of the descendent of the Alberich clan…” He shook his head, observing further, “The traveller and an Alberich eh…I really cannot deal with…couples…” He held his breath. Deading to have to go over and sit in front of you two, but he knows he must. He was here for answers after all…

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A/N.- I hope you enjoyed! My requests are still open if anyone wants anything written!

#genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #kaeya fluff #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya x traveller #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #sumeru lore #genshin kaeya #genshin

[embraceyourdestiny]

Another kh thought that won’t leave my mind: Why is Riku the one to introduced the paopu to the series?

Why not Kairi, Sora’s supposed love interest? Kairi doesn’t even mention the paopu tree at all, Sora and riku are the ones caught up on it and the only time she ever interacts with a paopu before kh3 is when she sees sora drew her one. Never before that or after.

Riku is quite literally the first time we ever see it or it’s mentioned. He appeared with one out of nowhere and even explained the tale. “If two people share on, their destinies become intertwined, they’ll remain a part of their lives no matter what.” As Riku says this, he walks past Sora. They meet in the middle as Riku and Riku disappears from screen as he says “they’ll remain a part of each other’s lives no matter what.” Foreshadowing the events of kh1? With the paopu fruit?

Isn’t it funny how there’s no implication to Kairi at all in his words? Isn’t it funny how after this Selphie calls the paopu “romantic” even though Riku is the only one to talk about or be seen with a paopu around Sora so far?

And it was so randomly too. “C’mon, I know you wanna try it” before he laughs and runs away.“You wanted one, didn’t you?”

Riku remembered, who knows how long ago, Sora mentioning wanting a paopu fruit. It couldn’t have been kh1 sora, could it? Why would sora look so and caught off guard and confused then? That Sora who was awkward about his feelings and didn’t understand them. How long ago did sora say he wanted a paopu and why did Riku keep that thought in mind?

Another thought. Riku gives sora the paopu on a very particular day. It’s the day before the storm. It’s the day before he knows the island is going to fall. Did Riku give sora the paopu fruit because no matter what happened that night, he wanted them to remained intertwined in each other’s lives? That maybe even after he was going to do, Sora wouldn’t leave him?

“I should’ve tried that paopu thing”

There’s only two other moments we see Riku with a paopu.

Once in official art

And once on the manga

Why would Riku have a paopu? He has no one to share it with, right? Sora and Kairi are a pair, right? There’s no one left for Riku to have a destiny with, right? He has the paopu all by himself, somehow for some reason, right?

Doesn’t it seem so strange that Riku holds the paopu alone in the first art, looking back at someone, and in the second art he stands next to Sora, who looks down at the paopu in surprise? Who is Riku looking at? Why does Sora look so surprised by the paopu? Why is he the only one looking at it and not the camera?

And isn’t so interesting that Sora and Riku actually do share a paopu? On the keyblade that represents their hearts coming together?

We never see Sora and Riku share a paopu and yet there it is, attached to ropes woven together like they are in their lives. This is purely symbolic because of how much the paopu means to them. They didn’t actually share a paopu but they didn’t have to. Their wills were stronger than fate. They made themselves apart of each other’s lives no matter what all in their own.

Why did Riku introduce the paopu to the series?

Because Riku wanted to share the paopu with Sora. Because Riku wanted to make sure that he and Sora’s destinies were intertwined. Because Riku loves Sora.

#og #kingdom hearts #kh #sora kh #riku kh #kh1 #kingdom hearts 1 #soriku

[bumblebeem]

Why I Think Everyone Should Care More About ThunderBee

An essay, because I can't stop thinking about this.

Let me tell you the whiplash I suffered when IDW dropped their delicious slowburn of Thundercracker's budding friendship with Bumblebee only to hand his ghost off to Starscream. Then to add insult to injury, literally everybody and their mother started shipping that instead.

HellO?

I mean I'm not here to bash StarBee by any means, but the way Bumblebee and Thundercracker become acquainted is so much more romantic. Theirs is a friendship based on mutually beneficial exchanges and interests the whole way through - their arc was so nicely thought out and so, so wholesome - they even featured in each other’s Spotlight issues! And we got this adorable cutscene moment in Transformers Devastation:

I for sure thought we'd see more of them together because they have a great dynamic.

But after Bumblebee died, IDW literally abandoned ship. What started out as a rarepair to begin with was consigned to the fate of -1 fanart and even less fan fiction. Devastating.

So here's a little run down of everything Bumblebee and Thundercracker got up to; an ode to ThunderBee 💛💙

As far as this canon goes, chronologically, I believe their first significant interaction is in Spotlight: Thundercracker, where seeing Bumblebee willing to die for the sake of someone else gives Thundercracker the courage to stick to his own convictions.

He was already doubting his allegiance but it’s the events of his Spotlight issue that make him realise what he wants to stand for. In this issue he says to Bumblebee, “You know, if all Autobots were like you... Well, never mind. That just isn’t the case,” suggesting that he would switch factions if the Autobots shared more of Bee's spirit; too bad (as far as Thundercracker and later even Megatron is concerned) that Bumblebee is one of a kind, huh?

Nightbeat jokes that Spotlight: Thundercracker might be another “Bumblebee makes a friend story” in reference to the alien lifeforms they’ve all just saved, but it’s also a nod to his developing relationship with Thundercracker, who we remember saved Bumblebee’s life on Earth in issue #6 of The Transformers (2009):

A little later in the same arc, Bumblebee returns the favour, saving Thundercracker from his self-imposed isolation in issue #11 by reminding him of who he is deep down - a loyal and honourable warrior. He’s able to relate to Thundercracker’s interest in human culture as this is an interest of his too, and that’s what butters the Seeker up - he might not consider Bumblebee a friend yet, but how can he deny someone who just gets him, you know?

And sorry but Guido Guidi had to know what he was doing when he drew these two this handsome, like. C’mon.

Not only does Bumblebee acknowledge Thundercracker's battle prowess (which before he settles down with Buster, is a big part of Thundercracker's identity), Thundercracker openly compliments Bumblebee on his own expertise; they're both very good at what they do (or used to do) and happy to compliment each other on those skills - uh, Power Couple, anyone?

Unfortunately, this venture is what sets them on diverging paths. Thundercracker is gravely injured in the aftermath of the favour he does for Bumblebee, and this pushes him to leave his days of being a warrior behind. He is a dog that wants to stay on the porch after all. Following the example Bumblebee set for him long before Earth, he has given everything he can give to this war. He's tried to impede further casualties, and all it has earned him is more betrayal, more heartbreak.

Bumblebee's own brush with death doesn't deter him, however. It only makes him more determined to prove himself.

By the time he and Thundercracker regroup in his own Spotlight issue, we see they can no longer relate to each other. Learning from his experience, Thundercracker wants remake himself, whereas Bumblebee is only more consumed by his sense of duty towards Earth and the Autobots that elected him as leader.

Note this issue and issue #6 of The Transformers (2009) marks an important feature of Thundercracker's and Bumblebee's acquaintanceship - they both try to convince the other that their allegiance doesn't suit them, and yet neither of them would ever defect to the other side. Star-crossed lovers. This ship literally writes itself.

So Thundercracker tries to counsel Bumblebee as Bumblebee once counselled him, demonstrating another fascinating aspect of their relationship: they seem to know each other on an intrinsic level and want the best for each other.

Long before Bumblebee flounders and fails as a leader on Cybertron, Thundercracker can see that's not who or what he is, and he tells him as much. Bumblebee might want to be a leader, he might feel he has to fill that role, but the other Autobots are never going to accept him in it. He'll never be good enough for them.

Thundercracker is speaking here from his own experiences - the Decepticons wanted a ruthless warrior, but when he couldn't meet their expectations they abandoned him. Thundercracker is warning Bumblebee that the Autobots are treating him in the same way but naturally, Bumblebee can’t see that. He’s never been one to run from a challenge anyway.

Younger, and more idealistic, Bumblebee is willing to keep sacrificing himself and for all Thundercracker might like this little yellow Autobot, he is on a new path of self-discovery - he's putting himself first for a change. He has to let Bumblebee and all he stands for go if he has any chance of finding his own happiness.

In retrospect, had Bumblebee taken Thundercracker's advice, he could have been happier, too. The tragedy of it all.

Instead, Bumblebee follows his misplaced sense of duty to its depressing conclusion... and this is where their relationship development ends.

In issue #28 of Robots in Disguise, Thundercracker gives us his last word on how he feels about Bumblebee:

He reaffirms the affection he has for him - if Bumblebee had been the one to land on his doorstep, turning him away wouldn't have been so easy. Sensing some familiarity between the two (which he doesn't quite understand, given he was MIA for most of it), Optimus informs Thundercracker of Bumblebee's passing. He tries to comfort Thundercracker with his belief that Bumblebee died for the greater good, but all Thundercracker gets from that is an upsetting confirmation: during their last ever conversation, he was right after all.

Bumblebee should have found his own happiness and not thrown his life away for anyone else’s sake.

There is so much potential for them and it was rough getting through Bumblebee’s ghost era and eventual reincarnation only for there to be no reunion. Not even so much as a quip in passing as the 05 continuity wrapped up IIRC...

Overall, I think probably the reason why people don’t talk about ThunderBee more is because the majority of their development happens before or outside of the RID/MTMTE split, and that’s the jumping on point for most newer fans of the comic books. There’s far more material of Bee with Starscream in Robots in Disguise and the Windblade stories that follow so I can see why that pairing caught on.

ThunderBee deserves more appreciation though - the material is there, I promise!

#Then IDW2 Came Out with No Thundercracker in Sight. my disappointment was Immeasurable and my Day RUINED #thunderbee #thundercracker #bumblebee

[thatonebirdwrites]

Thoughts about fandoms and Writing

I suppose this will be a ramble of sorts. I wanted to talk about a sad thing I noticed but also a good thing I noticed about fandoms. This is a ramble, and I hope it all connects into a coherent whole by the end.

I'll start with the question I leave at the end. The question that my writing silently asks all readers:

"Here is a story of a human being that may be different from you, so will you join me at this campfire and hear their tale? To join them on this great journey of wonder, pain, joy, sorrow, and hope?"

One of the things that drew me to various fandoms, and my current one was a sense of connection. A sense of community, but I've also learned that despite this strength, there is an underlying undercurrent of who is allowed to exist in that community.

Part of writing fanfiction is because we want to see more of our beloved characters. To dig deeper into them, to fulfill this need for connection.

Because that's the crux of most things about us human beings, right? We are social beings that live best when we have connections with other human beings. None of us can live in a perfect isolation with no contact with anyone else ever (in fact studies show this is very, very, very bad for our health and can slowly kill us).

Yet, as a disabled person, I find myself stuck in this weird liminal space of seeking connection but sometimes finding instead reminders of how conditional my existence in the space truly is.

I notice that the stories willing to push the envelope a little, to explore what it'd be like if one of our beloved characters was disabled, often get far more harsh comments and far less support.

I've sat back and observed, and the more I interact with fandoms, the more I wonder if there is room for people like me.

I've seen some pushback in various fandoms -- even TLOK -- against people who want to explore our beloved characters in settings that allow for a more diverse intersection of identities. That tackle themes related to disability, gender identity, race, and so forth. To tackle more nuanced Leftist thought (that isn't displayed like a bad thing which TLOK sadly does at times).

This saddens me because that sort of pushback breaks the connection and community of fandoms in a way.

The whole reason I'm writing fanfiction is because I couldn't quite find the story I wanted to read. There's a lot of flaws in Legend of Korra, and I wanted to tackle the stories inherent in it from a different angle. To explore themes left unexplored. But also to show the shared moments Korra and Asami have. (They are legit my favorite couple of all time).

But I just don't feel very comfortable writing smut. I never have, so I'm already an outlier in the fanfiction writer community.

But I've realized of late that I also because an outlier with how I explore disability in my fanfiction.

Honestly Book 3 of TLOK sets the disability theme up, and although it does an excellent job with the PTSD arc, the way the temporary physical disability was handled during Korra's long healing left me quite frustrated because it utilized verbiage that's often used to demonize or deny disabled people support. No, it's not all in Korra's head (we find out later, that she really did still have poison in her, so Korra was right THE WHOLE TIME). No, it's not a mind over matter (this is the most unhelpful thing to say to a disabled person, seriously). No physical therapy can't cure all things. *sighs* I wanted more nuance there, and since it failed to deliver, I decided to write my own.

I also wanted to dig deep into Asami's story too because sadly enough TLOK doesn't give her the attention her and her trauma deserves.

So I have two separate series. One canon-compliant to explore the ramifications of that.

One an AU where Korra and Asami are romantically together by middle of Book 2, where they must navigate Book 3 and the trauma of that together. How do they do it? Can they do it? What sort of disability will they face and how will they deal with that?

I recognize what I write is not what most folks want from the fandom, and I feel like sometimes there is this unspoken undercurrent in the fandom to not really dig into the disability themes inherent in TLOK.

I think this is why commenters literally had a fight in the comments of my Shared Moments: Book 3. I had taken the disability theme in Book 3 (and 4) and made it highly visible. I had foreshadowed this quite thoroughly in all honesty.

I had made it clear from the start of the series that I promised to be realistic about trauma, about physical injuries, and about healing. Sure, I took some liberties in fight scenes to play up some interesting martial art moves that actually exist, but there's always ramifications and consequences.

I think in a way the fight that happened in my Book 3 (at the final confrontation with Zaheer's group) exemplifies the hidden current of ableism within the fandom.

Asami had barely escaped the lavabender and had a fourth-degree burn on the sole of her right foot. Those are when the burn destroys the nerves and can go as deep as the bone. They are quick to become infected if not treated right away, and in Asami's case, there was no way for it to be treated until after the airbenders are rescued. TLOK is set in a technological and medical period similar to 1940s, so the typical solution in that time period is amputation.

I'd carefully laid out details like crumbs for readers to find that heavily hints that this could be one of the possible outcomes.

Nothing about it was surprising.

And yet, two commenters were angry that one of the characters would end up permanently disabled. They utilized a harmful ableist trope, ignored the story up to that point, and demanded I alter the story because they deemed Asami's injury "unnecessary for the narration" and "too much."

Truth is, as much as I tried not to let it hurt me, it did.

Why? Because I'm disabled. I've had injuries due to circumstances where I didn't receive the healthcare I needed in time to prevent the injury and illness from worsening. I've been in Asami and Korra's shoes in a way.

Being told that a story that mirrored my own, that mirrored the lives of so many disabled people is "too much" and "unnecessary for narration" is a vivid reminder of how deep ableism has fallen into the psyche of our society.

Most folks wouldn't consider that ableist, and yet, if the same words were said about queer identities? If someone said that Korra and Asami being bisexual is "unnecessary for the narration" or "too much" there would be riots in the TLOK fandom. (In fact, I sometimes still witness some between Makorra shippers versus Korrasami shippers, where it doesn't seem to matter that Korrasami is canon to the Makorra folks, they get incensed and fall back on biphobic language. Only to be rightly called out for the harm of it.)

So why aren't we standing up for disabled people?

The Legend of Korra is a survivor story. It's a disability story. Complex-PTSD that Korra has is a disability. Acute-PTSD, which is likely what Asami has, is also a disability.

Disability is not bad. It is not evil. It's not too much.

Disability is beautiful. It should be normalized as just part of who a person is. We, disabled people, can do great things despite our disability.

And yet, those commenters couldn't see that.

All they could see was their beloved character would be permanently disabled. Their unconscious bias reared its head, and they lashed out in a way that hurt. (And also angered several other commenters who kindly called them out).

They were angry at being forced to confront the fact that their beloved character was now in the category of "disabled." It required them to relate -- to connect -- to a disabled person as a human being.

That's the moment of truth isn't it?

When someone is forced to relate to another person as a human being worthy of respect and dignity, that is when we discover the true character of a person I think.

Disabled people like myself are often treated like we are sub-human. Like we don't matter, like it'd be better if we ceased to exist. (I can give dozens of examples, but I think how the pandemic is currently being handled is a blatant look at how ableism is structured in our society and how much it harms all of us.)

Society saturates our media with messages of how disabled people are less than, sub-human, unworthy of life, unworthy of being allowd to even participate in society. Often the only way we are allowed to exist at all is if we are displayed as an "inspiration," something for which abled-bodied people to oogle and feel good about themselves for "helping" us "get over" or "cure" our disability, as if our disability is a problem to be solved rather than something that can be both painful but also beautiful. (I often try to see the beauty in my ADHD, my APD, my autoimmune illness. And yes, for LongCovid in particular, I may wish for a cure for my LongCovid, but I can also recognize the beauty within my illness - I see the world differently and that lens allows me to connect in new ways and to show more kindness and love in different ways. That too is beauty).

The harmful messages about disabled people are everywhere, and we often unconsciously absorb them.

I try to do my best to respond with kindness. To even try to educate when I can, but I also have to have a firm boundary because I'm a human being.

I don't have enough energy to tackle educating people about this AND doing what I need to survive.

And for me, writing is survival.

I think the reason it hurt to see ableism at play in the fandom was because I had been thinking maybe I might actually belong to a group for once. That maybe I would be treated as a human being, who has a talent for something.

But seeing the words "too much" and "unnecessary for narration" in the comments, brought out not only my insecurities, but a reminder of just how fucking hard it is to write diverse characters.

I've never written fanfiction before 2021.

I'm a science fiction (and sometimes fantasy) author, though at the moment it's only short stories that have been published.

Do you know how many times I've heard those harmful phrases said while I trying to get my original stories published?

Editors would tell me:

"Your character being nonbinary is unnecessary for the narration." Or "It's too much to have a nonbinary character. You should just choose a gender and we'll consider it."

OR

"Why is this character disabled? It seems unnecessary for the narration. Just eliminate them and rewrite it."

It didn't matter that the disability was crucial to the character and her understanding of the world and how she navigated it. (Or that she was literally the protagonist.)

It didn't matter that the nonbinary person's identity was crucial to their character, their understanding of the world, and how others related to them.

It didn't matter even if it was crucial to the plot.

All that mattered was that the editors were uncomfortable with characters that didn't match the ideal human they decided was the only allowed protagonist.

In a way, they were saying that people like me didn't deserve to have our stories told. To be recognized and seen as protagonists, as human beings to which readers could connect.

Is fandom any different?

Maybe there are readers who enjoy what I write, but sometimes I see so much of the content of fandom, and this intense demand for an ideal form of human, and I don't see myself.

I don't see myself and those like me being accepted as we are. Where we are worthy of connection too.

So I create that representation; I carefully weave a story so everything is set up, foreshadowed, makes sense in the characterization and narration, and I come face to face with the blatant ableism, blatant transphobia, and sometimes even blatant biphobia.

And it's a reminder that even while I try to find comfort and solace and a safe place to recover from my own illness and from the world at large...

... in the end, it's hard to feel like there will ever be acceptance. It's hard to feel like the fandom is willing to treat people like me as a human worthy of respect and dignity.

Because that's the thing, isn't it?

When people see me in my wheelchair, they don't see a person. They see a thing. A sub-human to be pitied. I get touched in ways that would never happen if I was abled-bodied. My wheelchair gets moved in ways that would never happen if I was abled-bodied (that wheelchair is an extension of my body and touching it without my consent is touching me without consent). I get sneers sometimes. I get people staring at me like I'm some carnival show.

It's tiresome. It's hurtful. It isolates.

To have a beloved character end up in a wheelchair, or end up with a prosthetic?

People are forced to face their own ableism. They are forced to see the ugliness they display toward me and those like me. Because now their beloved character is one of my people.

And the anger that is hurled at me for doing this is honestly ridiculous. Exhausting too.

People don't like being uncomfortable, but we cannot grow if we're not uncomfortable. We cannot become better than we were unless we confront the things that break our ability to connect.

i write because I want people to connect. I want people to understand ways of being that is unlike their own, and to come to understand that we are all human beings. We all are worthy and deserving of respect and dignity. We all deserve to be seen and accepted where we are.

Those are the stories I love the most. The ones that build up and not tear down.

And perhaps that is why I will never truly fit in. Because I refuse to sit down and make myself small enough to fit in. Because I prefer to dig into the reality of our differences and how those differences are actually our similarities and our biggest strengths.

It is our diversity that is our strength. It's also how we connect, how we find our similarities, because even in our beautiful galaxy of identities, we all have similar human needs and qualities that shine through.

We are all made of stardust. We are all social beings. We all strive for some level of connection, and although the layers of that may differ for each of us, that human need to connect cannot be truly erased or ignored.

I'll end where I began, with the great question my writings always silently ask readers:

"Here is a story of a human being that may be different from you, so will you join me at this campfire and hear their tale? To join them on this great journey of wonder, pain, joy, sorrow, and hope?"

And honestly, that's why I write.

#tlok #korrasami #the legend of korra #legend of korra #fandom #fandom culture #connection #we're all just human beings who seek connection with others #Disability #disabled #disabled people can be heroes too #disabilities #invisible disability #disability representation #representation #ramblings #might delete later idk #why I write #We all wish to be acknowledged for who we are and accepted where we are really #It's okay to not like something but not okay to erase someone's identity because you're uncomfortable at our existence

[andvys]

Drowning Oceans / chapter three

Warnings: angst

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader 

part two

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A cold gust of wind blew against your face as you walked through the streets. It was early, too early for you to worry about having to deal with Finnick.

He didn't know that Haymitch had filled you in on the plan but he was about to find out. 

You already knew how he was going to react. 

Despite his flirtatious moments at the parade and during training, you knew his feelings haven't changed for you. 

His suggestive comments and his touches felt as though it was a way of mocking you, in a way where he wanted to show you that he would never be genuine about them.

Clutching the hot cup of coffee against your chest, you walk into an empty alleyway, looking behind you to make sure that no one was following you. 

You could see Finnick and Johanna from a distance, sitting on the edge of a large water fountain. You could hear their voices but it was difficult to make out their words. 

Finnick looked good as always but something about him in the mornings made your heart skip a beat. His hair was ruffled, probably from tossing and turning all night, you know he has trouble sleeping soundly through the night. 

As if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned to look your way. His brows drew together in confusion as he shushed at Johanna to be quiet, who looked at him weirdly before following his gaze to find you walking towards them. 

A smile appears on her face as she locks eyes with you “well hello.” she smirks, getting up to meet you halfway. 

Ignoring the way Finnick looks at you, you hug Johanna. 

Even though she had been here a few days already, you haven't had the chance to talk to her yet. 

Haymitch has told you to meet up with her and Finnick. You were excited to see her but you weren't excited to see him especially after seeing that look on his face when he spotted you. 

Unlike yesterday, there was no smirk on his face, no teasing look in his eyes as he looked at you. If anything, he looked angry and annoyed.

“How are-”

“What is she doing here?” Finnick asks. Johanna who rolls her eyes at his rude interruption, turning around, she puts her arm over your shoulder. 

“Y/n is our ally too and thank fuck for that because I could never kill someone so gorgeous.” she says, winking at you.

Chuckling, you smirk at your friend before you look back at the blond in front of you, who seems anything but thrilled about the whole situation. 

“You have got to be joking right?” he scoffs as he looks back in forth at you in and Johanna. 

You ignore the pang of hurt in your chest. 

You already knew he wouldn't like you being here or you being in on the plan but it still hurt. 

“Guess you won't get to kill me after all, Odair.” you say, masking the hurt with a smirk on your face. 

Finnick stares at Johanna with a look of disbelief on his face. Scoffing, he looks down as he shakes his head “she’s going to ruin the whole plan you know that right?” he says, talking about you as if you aren't standing right in front of him.

Rolling your eyes, you and Johanna share a look. Sighing, she lets go of you and sits back down next to him. 

“No she won't, stop being such a drama queen. I thought the two of you had grown out of your hate for each other and had gotten married by now but it seems like it’s a long way till your wedding day.” Johanna smirks, looking smugly at you as you blush. 

“Right.” Finnick mumbles “how do we know she won't tell her district 1 lover about it?” he scoffs as he thinks about your interactions with Gloss. 

The sour look on his face almost makes you laugh. 

There was absolutely nothing going on between you and Gloss. He was a friend and nothing more. Finnick’s reactions to your friendship with him, was amusing to you though. 

Johanna snorts at the mention of Gloss. Finnick was truly blind when it came to you and your feelings for him but that was nothing new to her or anyone else.

“Anyways let’s talk guys-” 

Finnick drowns out Johanna’s voice as he looks up at you and actually looks at you for the first time that day. 

His face immediately softens at the sight of you clutching the to-go cup to your chest, probably to help you warm up since the thin sweater you’re wearing doesn't seem to do a good job at providing you any warmth. You always got cold in the mornings, he remembers that, you always stole his hoodies, that were way too big on your smaller frame but he loved the way they looked on you, he loved the way they smelled like you. 

He never told you those things, not then and certainly not now.

Your eyes flickered to him for a moment, an action that made his heart flutter but also ache in his chest. 

Your eyes held so much innocence even after all the the horrible things you have done.

They held so much warmth especially whenever you looked at him. 

But they also held so much grief and pain and he didn't know why. 

He eyes the dark circles under your eyes, the tired look on your face.. He can tell you haven't been getting much sleep lately. 

For a moment he wonders if you think about him the way he thinks of you. The way it felt to be with each other. The way it felt to hold each other when the nightmares got worse again but then he thinks about how you left, how you never replied to any of his letters, how you just pushed him out of your life as if he never meant anything to you and he feels stupid, like a stupid fool who never got over the girl that broke his heart without even knowing it.  

Your eyes meet again and this time you can't seem to look away from him and neither can he. 

You scan his face, deep in thought, trying to assess him as he does the same to you. It’s just like you used to do during training as teens, trying to guess the next’s move by some sort of tell on their face- but this is different. You aren’t sizing each other up. You want to know what the other is thinking. You can tell that he doesn’t like you being in on the plan, his reaction to the news gave that away, however there seems to be something else lingering in his gaze but you can’t tell exactly what. Feeling yourself succumb to the weight of his gaze you scoff and harden your gaze, in an attempt to shield your soul from being revealed to him through your eyes

“Okay well- it seemed as though I mostly talked to myself.” Johanna pauses, getting up, she smirks to herself as she looks between the two of you “since you two are too busy gazing into each other’s eyes like in those annoying love stories.” 

Finnick scoffs and looks away from you while you’re trying to hide your blush as you look down at your cup.

Johanna chuckles to herself, “I’ll get going now. See you later lovebirds.” she smirks as she walks past you, winking at you. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you refuse to look up at Finnick, instead you keep looking down. 

You can feel his eyes on you and it makes you nervous, not the type of nervous you felt yesterday at training, no, this felt bad. His mood and his energy completely shifted today. 

You knew he wasn't going to react well to you being in on the plan but you didn't expect this type of a reaction from him.

“I’m gonna go.” you mumble hurriedly, glancing up at him for a moment you mumble a quiet ‘bye’ before you turn around to leave. 

“Wait!” 

Furrowing your brows, you turn back around to look at him. 

“I’ll walk with you.” he says as he catches up with you.

Your eyebrows knitted, staring at him with an irritated look on your face. Why would he want to be anywhere near you after making it very clear that he doesn't trust you and that he doesn't want you to be in on the plan?

Finnick notices the look on your face. Sighing, he mumbles “we’re both going the same way anyways so..” 

“Okay then.” 

Unlike yesterday or the day before, neither of you know what to say. There’s a slight awkwardness to this moment as you walk through the streets.

Finnick glances at you, he can tell you that you’d like to be anywhere else than here, with him. His lack of trust for you hurt you and so did his reaction, he could see it, the hurt was evident on your face. 

You tried to mask it by acting like you didn't care, the way you always did when something hurt you but he wasn't blind, he could tell that it was just a mask. 

Glancing down at the to-go cup in your hand, he recalls all the moments he has seen you with those whenever you were both here to mentor. 

“Do you still get the same order?” he asks, breaking the silence “a vanilla latte?”

Raising your head, you look at him in surprise, needing a moment to answer his question. He stares at you, so intensely it leaves a shiver down your spine.

“Uh- yeah.” you mumble, a weird feeling settling in your chest. You didn't think he’d remember such a small detail about you. 

He chuckles softly “you still have a sweet tooth huh?” he remembers how you always skipped the actual meals and went straight for dessert. Ironically it was Haymitch who scolded you for your choice of food and told you how all the sugar was bad for your health whilst knocking one drink back after the other but you never listened to the older man, instead you always had some sassy comeback about his choice of food- which wasn't actual food since he mostly relied on drinks and a few snacks. 

“Yes.” you smile as think back to all the moments when Finnick would slide his dessert over to you while you pushed your plate of food over to him.

He nods softly as he looks ahead, seeing a group of people coming your way, he puts his hand on your waist to pull you closer as if it’s the most natural thing for him to do. 

You hate the way your heart fluttered in your chest at such a small action but that’s all it took, a small touch, a short glance, a smile from him- that was all it took to make your heart flutter.

You step closer to him as a few people rush by you, out of instinct he pulls you closer to him, ignoring the way his heartbeat quickened when you stepped closer. 

Letting go of your waist once the group of people has passed, he puts his hands in his pockets as he fights the urge to grab your hand, he caught himself thinking of pulling you closer and holding your hand so many times, he wanted you so bad, so bad that it hurt and that it made him angry. 

And just like that his mood changed again, his anger overtook and you were met with silence once again. 

The sudden shift of energy was obvious, you felt his eyes on you but unlike before, his gaze felt heavy on you, as though it burned into your skin. 

You felt awkward and suddenly you couldn't wait to get away from him but it seemed as though there was no escaping him..

-

After your meeting with Finnick and Johanna this morning, you weren't ready to face him again but Haymitch wanted you to join him and Finnick for another meeting.

You have spend most of your day training, trying to forget about him. Usually it helped you but now that you had to be around him this much again, you couldn't find an actual distraction. 

You didn't feel like being here or anywhere around Finnick right now. He is the most confusing person you have ever met, one moment he is flirting with you, acting as though he likes you and the next moment he can’t even stand to look at you. 

This is the way it has always been with him. 

But now it made you feel even worse considering he flirted with you so openly and sexually during the parade and during training. It surprised you at first and you found yourself feeling excited about seeing this side of him until it made you realize that he was mocking you that way. 

“What are you doing here?” 

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Sitting up straighter, you look up at Finnick, finding the same annoyed look on his face as earlier this morning. 

“Haymitch said we were meeting up to discuss the plan?” you muttered, trying to ignore the angry look on his face as he sits down across from you, looking down at your hands, you avoid his eyes. 

His behaviour and his attitude threw you off. He hated being close to you, he hated seeing you but it was him who searched for your company, during the parade, during training, the walk this morning and yet he acted this way towards you.

A guilty feeling creeps up on him as he notices the hurt look on your face. 

“Y/n, I-”

“Oh Finnick, you're here too now, good good.” Haymitch mumbles as he walks into the room with a drink in his hand. 

Sighing, Finnick takes his eyes off of you “Haymitch I said I wanted to speak to you alone.”

“I know I know.” Haymitch mumbles as he glances at you, looking at you in concern “but I assumed you wanted to talk to me about why our lovely y/n here is in on the plan right?” 

“Right.” Finnick nods, crossing his arms over his chest before he continues “so you haven't completely lost your mind then.”

Rolling your eyes, you look up at him “what the hell is your problem?” 

Without hesitating he says “you are my problem.” 

Your brows drew together as you stared into his eyes. He definitely was the most confusing person you have ever met. 

How does he go from touching you and whispering all these things into your ear to acting like a complete asshole in the matter of a single day. 

What did you ever do to him for him to act this way?

You chuckle halfheartedly as you shake your head, putting your hands on the table you lean forward “listen asshole- I have no problem working with you but if you continue to act like a dick then you and I will have an actual problem.”

Finnick chuckles at your words, leaning forward as well he mimics you as he puts his hands on the table “what are you gonna do, capitol princess? Call Snow on me?” 

Clenching your jaw, you glare at him, his choice of words making you both angry and sad.

Haymitch looks between the two of you and rolls his eyes “okay that's enough.”  he mutters, slamming his glass on the table, he gains both your attention “I’m sick of your constant bickering. Finnick, even you can admit that the two of you working together is our best shot at succeeding. You need to learn how to cooperate and this is the perfect chance to end this little lovers’ quarrel.” He says, smirking into his glass.

Pursing your lips, you rub your temple as you sigh in annoyance. 

Finnick scoffs as he mutters something under his breath. 

“How am I supposed to work with Snow’s little assassin? She’s going to use the first opportunity to try and take us all out when we’re all distracted.” 

“Don’t call me that.” you mumble.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked back at you “why? do you prefer I’ll call you capitol princess or perhaps.. little rose?” 

Little rose.

It’s what Snow used to call you whenever he forced you to appear next to him during broadcast or his many speeches. 

You hated it. 

And hearing him say that, hurt you, it hurt you more than you'd like to admit. 

Blinking, you dig your nails into your palm as you stare at the man in front of you. 

The man you love more than anything else in this world. 

The man you’d do anything for. 

Your eyes are filled with love for him, despite the words he throws at you. 

But all you see in his eyes is pure and utter hatred. 

And it breaks your heart, shatters it into tiny pieces.

Haymitch who senses your distress, covers your hand with his, gaining your attention “y/n, sweetheart, you can go and rest now, I just need to talk to Finnick alone for a second.” he says softly. 

Breaking eye contact with Finnick, you look at Haymitch and nod before getting up “okay.” you whisper.

Walking past Haymitch, you avoid looking at Finnick as you leave the room.

“Finally.” Finnick mumbles as he looks at the closed door “you know this is a bad idea-” 

Haymitch waves his hand as he rolls his eyes in annoyance “so you’re still the blind and foolish boy you have always been?” 

Finnick furrows his brows.

“Boy, she might buy this whole ‘you hating her’ act but you’re not fooling me.” 

Sighing, Finnick shakes his head before he looks down at his hands. He knows he’s right. Anyone with two eyes can see how much you mean to him, anyone except for you but it doesn't matter “we can’t trust her.”

Haymitch sighs “Finnick..”

“You know what she did. Who’s to say she doesn't do it again in the arena? She’s always looking out for herself first, that won't change, especially in the arena..” he trails off, leaning back in his seat, Finnick pushes his sleeves up, eying the hair tie around his wrists “I just can’t trust her.” he whispers.

You left before.

Turned your back on him- on them. 

And he never found out why. 

He never found out the real reason you left.

-

You knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep after the meeting so you didn't even bother to walk back to your apartment, instead you just wandered around aimlessly. 

Your mind was racing and your chest was aching. 

You knew of Finnick’s hatred for you but your interaction with him at the parade and during training gave you some hope that he might have changed his mind about you, even if he made you feel like he was just interested in that one thing, you’d rather have that than deal with his never ending hate for you. 

Your feet brought you to a place that used to be your favorite spot- yours and Finnick’s favorite spot. 

A balcony overlooking the city. 

You spend many nights here together especially after one of your horrible nightmares. Whenever one was here, the other would join a few minutes later, as if you felt each other’s distress. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you can already feel the tears building up in them. 

He hurt you.

He hurt you back then and now he just continues to do so.

A tear rolls down your cheek as you think of his hurtful words towards you, the second tear follows as you think of the hateful look in his eyes- and before you know it, your tears fall freely. 

Sitting down on the little bench, you don’t even bother wiping your tears away. 

Staring at the city lights usually helped you calm down but right at this moment it just made you feel even worse.

You hate this city. 

It ruined your life. 

“Oh for fucks sake.”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Startled, you wipe your tears away before you turn around to face him. You were so deep in thought, you didn't even hear his footsteps. 

His eyes widen slightly as he notices the state you’re in. You managed to wipe your tears away but your glassy eyes gave you away. It was pretty obvious that you’ve spent the past few minutes crying. 

“No- I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said-”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go back to my room.” you mumble as you get up, ignoring the pain in your chest or the fresh tears in your eyes. You avoid looking at him as you go to walk past him but he steps in front of you, blocking the entrance, he takes your hand in his “no! Please stay. I’m sorry.” 

Looking down at his hand, you take a deep breath before you look up at him “no it’s fine.” you whisper. 

Finnick’s eyes lock with your tear filled ones. The sight alone is enough to make him regret every hurtful thing he has ever said to you as he feels his heart aching in his chest. 

“Y/n.. I’m sorry for the way I was acting and for the things that I said.” he whispers “I-I just- I find it hard to trust you.”

Your stomach drops at his words.

You wish he would've said nothing instead. 

You sniffled as you looked down for a moment, staring at your connected hands, you furrow your brows. You don't understand this, you don't understand him..

“It’s okay, you don't have to trust me.” you whisper, looking back up at him. 

It was difficult to read his eyes or his emotions in general. He has shown you so much hatred, it almost put a cloud over every other emotion he held in his eyes when it came to you. 

You never thought that love would hurt so much, that it would continue on hurting you. 

But it tore your heart apart, over and over again. 

“I’ll stay out of your way.” you whisper, staring into his eyes for another moment. You love him, you love him so much that it hurts unbearably.

Shaking his head, his grip on your hand tightens “no, that’s not what I want.”

Your eyes flickered with confusion. What does he want from you? He doesn't want you in on the plan, he doesn't want you around him but at the same time he searches for your touch, trying to keep you close to him, why?

“You make no sense, Odair.” 

He sighs at your words. 

“I’m sorry, I- I was an asshole to you today.” he mumbles.

Just today?

“Don’t worry about it.” you mumble as you tug at his hand.

He eases his grip around your hand so you can let go if you want but he keeps on holding your hand, not wanting to let go just yet.

“I shouldn’t have said those things.”

You nod “can I go now?” you whisper.

Finnick looks at you with a conflicted look in his eyes.

He doesn’t want to do the same mistake again.

But things are different now. It’s not the same as it was back then.

“No, I don’t want you to leave because of me. We can just stay here together, like we used to?” he suggests.

You breath in and stare at him. He confuses you, so much.

“Okay.” you sigh.

He nods, tugging at your hand he pulls you towards the bench you previously sat on.

You expected him to let go of your hand once you sat down but instead he kept it closed around yours, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb.

Leaning back, you stare out at the city once again.

You’re confused. So confused.

You want to ask him so many questions but instead you stay quiet.

“Remember the last time we were here?” Finnick asks, breaking the silence.

How could you forget.

Turning towards him, you find him looking at you already. It’s dark but the city lights provide enough light for you to see his beautiful sea green eyes.

“Yeah.”

He nods, chuckling lowly. There’s a sad look in his eyes, one that you haven’t seen in a long time.

Sighing, he turns to look at the city, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before he turns back to you “I wish we never-“ he pauses, the words dying on his tongue. 

With a questioning look, you wait for him to continue but he can’t bring himself to say whatever he wants to say, you can tell by the way he looks at you.

“Met?” you suggest nervously, waiting for him to break your heart all over again.

“No.” he whispers, a sad smile lingering on his lips as he looks away from you again “I wish we never said goodbye.” he whispers. 

-

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[denimini]

Hi, i just came accross your blog and was going through some of your asks and post. I saw some of the things you and your anons have been discussing and i just wanted to chime in a little bit and give my 2 cents.

I am someone who has believed that Jimin and Jungkook could possibly be in a relationship with each other but i have never been at 100% level certainy just cuz it healthy to be a little skeptical when u don’t know the whole story and i can usually understand people choosing to be skeptics but seeing some of your anons claimin Jikook broke because of this is or that is honestly funny to me. I mean i don’t know for sure where those two are in their relationship these days but the reasons some if your anons presented make no sense imo.

Why would you think that Jimin speaking about Jungkook less than he did before means they broke up? How exactly do Jimin and Jungkook in any way behave like exes? Honestly i think it’s better to think they were never together in the first place than thinking they broke up because Jk never posted for Jimin on Jimin’s birthday or because Jimin always tells us what he does with the members but doesn’t say anything about Jk cuz he doesn’t do anything with Jk. Not only is this funny but it also kind of isn’t true. We all know that Jimin was with Jk in New York and if we didn’t all see those leaked videos and photos, and some fans sightings, we will never have known they were together cuz neither of them mentioned Newyork ever. Also, we have that whole whale pic that Jk drew, and it shows that pic was taken in CT but somewhere in Korea and Jikook were clearly together when that happened but Jimin has never spoken about it. We only even know they were together cuz Jk mentioned that Jimin drew too else we might have all just thought Jk probably sent the pic to the pc! Also, we know for a fact that vminkook were in Jeju together something in August or so based on their haircuts but Jimin has never mentioned it has he? Jimin told Jk he was going to see him after Jk’s promos were done, do u honestly think they didn’t see each other then? Jimin keeps his promises, that we all know, yet Jimin said nothing about it. Jk mentioned that Jimin keeps saying peuriri around him so much that it is stuck in his head and he is worried he might say it on stage, which means he sees Jimin alot, yet Jimin didn’t mention anything about seeing or meeting with Jk. These are a few instances that we know that Jikook were together for sure yet not once has Jimin mentioned being with Jk any of these times. What does that tell you? They only tell us what they want us to know. It is kinda clear to me that Jimin is intentionally not wanting to let us in on his interactions with Jk. He has no problems telling us when he meets the other members but remains tight lipped about his interactions with Jk even though we know for a fact that they have met each other. There is alot of things we just wouldn’t know if they don’t tell us so the best we can do is to stop with the assumptions and expectations.

Jimin and Jungkook definitely donot act like exes. They are clearly still smitten with each other and u can tell from the way the talk about each other, especially Jungkook. Yes Jimin mentioned something about all the other members doing something for his birthday except Jungkook bit why do u think it is cuz Jk didn’t do anything? What if Jk did something for Jimin after the Live? We know Jk had a schedule after the music bank and was probably busy for the rest of the day, but u don’t know that he didn’t do anything lol. Also did u expect that Jimin would tell us if Jk called him and sang happy birthday to him, or if Jk sent him a long beautiful text or if Jk kissed him happy birthday that morning? He wouldn’t. Did he mention any of the other members calling or texting? They probably all called or texted to with Jimin happy bday in private but Jimin didn’t mention that part either. Some of you have very little faith in Jimin and Jungkook’s friendship and it’s kinda sad. Seems like you are only fuelled to believe that they care about each other when they broadcast their interactions but when you don’t see them interact, suddenly theu broke up. Tomorrow they’ll do something “loud” again and y’all will be back on the jikook train lol.

Sometimes some of you need to learn to look at the bigger picture. Trace from the beginning and stop judging before knowing the full story. Tomorrow you might get some information that will change ur entire perspective then what? Someone remember everything that Jimin and jungkook have said and done for each other in the past 10 years. Bonds like that don’t break that easily you know. It is possible for people to break up and relationships to end but if they do, you won’t be confused if they broke up or not. Jk wouldn’t sit his ass down watching hours worth of Jimin footage with the most nostalgic look on his face if they broke up. Jimin would’nt speak so fondly of Jk if that was his ex. Jimin wouldn’t be posted half naked photos of their NY trip on Jk’s birthday if that was his ex. Imagine the audacity Jimin would have to ask his ex to sing background vocals on a song like letter, with those lyrics lol. Isn’t that straight up disrespectful and crazy? Imagine Jimin’s ex boyfriend boldly asking to come and do and Live and shower at Jimin’s place lol, honestly do some of you even know how exes work? I’m not saying all exes need to be toxic with each other bit trust me, you don’t love someone as much as Jikook love each other, break up and continue to act with each other like that. It just not possible. The lack of jikookery or us not knowing certain pieces of information about Jikook is not enough imo to say they broke up.

The truth is, we really don’t know for sure what went down on their birthdays. We don’t know if they saw each other and spent time with each other or not. It’s not like we know for a fact that they did or didn’t. We just don’t know cuz they didn’t tell us so please stop with the baseless assumptions. If you know Jimin, you know that he values his relationship with the people he loves and he makes time for everyone he cares about. Another thing we know about Jimin is that he also doesn’t let anyone walk over him. He knows when to cut people off and keep a distance if he needs to. If Jimin is still just as fond of Jungkook, worrying about Jungkook even after Jk didn’t post for him, speaking about him on his birthday Live with a big smile on his face, then what on earth makes u think he has any issues with Jungkook or doesn’t love him anymore lol? That alone should tell you that, he aint worried about the things you are worried about or your opinions of his and Jungkook’s relationship cuz he knows what you don’t know lol. Imagine him waking up to Jk’s kisses and hugs and love and coming online to see people like some of your anons swearing Jikook broke up abd are barely friends lmaooo. Laughable.

I respect everyone’s opinions cuz at the end of the day we feel how we feel but some of these claims are honestly baseless considering all the facts we do have that support the idea that Jimin and Jungkook are in a very good place in each other’s lives. There is literally no sign of them being exes except for less jikook content. And it u think about it, it kinda makes sense that they keep their interactions private. Jimin can say that he had drinka with yoongi, or worked out with RM or did thia and that with Jin or Tae, but imagine him coming to say Jk made him breakfast in bed or he and Jk went on a private trip or Jk kissed him goodmorning lol. If most of the things he does with Jk are private, then ofcourse he wouldn’t talk about those things would he? Instead of looking at the glass as half empty, look at it as half full.

I don't particularly have anything to answer to this post. This is clearly your opinion, and you took the time to write it down and send it, so I still wanted to post it. I won't go into much detail, as I think it wouldn't make much difference to you either way, but I want to briefly touch down on some points. Since I get readers and Anons with various opinions, I can't answer for all of them. My words here on now will only reflect my personal views.

In general, when it comes to speaking about undefined, non-conclusive situations and topics, such as real-life people shipping, there are two major groups of people. The first one comes from a place of faith and conviction that something is, and they ask themselves the question, "What evidence do I have not to believe it?." These people look for something to dissuade them from their beliefs. The other group of people start from a place of doubt. They ask themselves, "What evidence do I have to believe this?". They want to be convinced in order to believe.

It is rather much easier to find evidence that something can be true than to prove with certainty that it can't be true. For example, you can always find at least one reason to believe God can be real , but you will never find concrete evidence that he can't be real.

In that order of thoughts, you can always find something to convince you that Jikook, the romantic ship, can be true, unless you are confronted with undeniable proof otherwise, such as one of them confirming a relationship with a third party. That goes for every Bangtan ship, actually, because they all genuinely love and respect each other, but all the ships can't all be true simultaneously, can they?

Undeniably, Jimin and Jungkook have had amazing moments throughout they years. They do have an amazing bond, but I ask myself this: if we put aside things that happened 2-3 years ago, what actual evidence do we have that they are romantically involved nowadays?

You, on the other hand, and other more "hardcore" shippers/supporters, it seems, ask yourself, "What proof do we have that they are not together right now?".

Important note: I am only talking about the possibility of JM and JK being "romantically involved right now," as in being a couple or engaging in actions beyond platonic friendship, in the year 2023.

Nowhere in this blog have I ever invalidated their close bond and friendship. I have never said they don't love and respect each other, as you keep mentioning. I have never claimed their bond is "broken."

You talk a lot about people doing assumptions, but you seem to assume a lot yourself, too.

You assume JK and JM's relationship is exactly the same as it was two or three years ago, when some of the biggest, most questionable moments between them happened, even though people, feelings, bonds and relationships change over time, as all things do in life.

You assume that if Jimin and JK were ever romantically or sexually involved, "exes," as you said, they can't remain friends and continue to care for each other. You talk about how when people break up, they don't act like this, but Jimin and Jungkook aren't ordinary people, and neither is their bond. Who is to say what they were or are to each other, and who are you or I, to say what makes or doesn't make sense in the context of their own past and present relationship?

The more I read your ask, the more I see that you don't actually "respect everyone's opinion." Do you think you are the only one who can "see the bigger picture?". Just because someone didn't come to the same conclusion as you doesn't make them incapable of doing observations, analyses, and deductions.

I won't try to convince you of anything. For every instance that you speak of, I can give you a counter argument and vice versa, and you seem to have your mind set on what you want to believe anyway. Just like you seem to think that JK wouldn't be "watching hours of JM content with a nostalgic face" if they have broken up, I personally don't believe that if they were a couple at the time, he would have to resort to begging his boyfriend on live for weeks on end to come spend some time with him. To you, there are not enough evidence to prove that they have broken up. To me, there are not enough evidence to prove that they are currently together.

One of us, either you or I, is incorrect in their assumptions, but since we can't technically prove either point true, both are theoretically still possible. The difference is I think one is more probable, while you think the opposite, but while I am perfectly open to discuss every possibility, you seem to find it "laughable" that people express doubts. Personally, I don't have strong feelings regardless of Jimin and JK being a couple either way. For you, that doesn't seem to be the case, judging from the tone of this ask and your choice of certain words and forms of expression. Why are you so affected? Why do you care what other people think of a ship if they are respectful and cause no harm to anyone? If you are so sure yourself, why bother?

Anyhow, the purpose of this blog is not to find out if Jimin and Jungkook are a couple, and my puprose is definitely not to convince or dissuade anyone of anything, least of all people who already have their mind set. This is a place for people to respectfully and openly share their views on all thing concerning Jimin and Jungkook individually and as a pair. I may not always agree with other people's opinions, and I don't have a problem saying it, but as long as they are being respectful, this blog can be a place for them to express their thoughts. A place that, dare I say, even though I realize it sounds pretentious af, might be somewhat needed in this shipdom and on this platform, based on how many people thank me for listening to their "unpopular opinions" which they feel they can't share elsewhere.

This blog is made for debate and somewhat logical discussions and developing hypotheses. "Faith" has no place in this blog. We aren't a cult or some sort of religion. We shouldn't have to have "faith" in Jimin and Jungkook being a couple in order to enjoy their bond, wonder about it, and discuss it. Once again, it isn't their friendship that I am doubting. It is their current romantic involvement with each other. It isn't "laughable" to have doubts. It is perfectly reasonable to be skeptical. If you don't enjoy the discussions and opinions shared on this blog, there are plenty of other places for you where people "believe in Jikook" and condemn "insecure shippers" but this right here is not the place.

You seem to think we should have one "opinion" or conclusion and stick to it, but here you and I fundamentally disagree.

My conclusions and deductions come from what I see and what I can explain to myself in a logical way, given the limited information that we have. They are fluid. I am guided by what is presented to me, and I see no shame in changing my opinion if new evidence, moments, footage, etc, come out. I don't "hop on or off the Jikook train" based on whether they are "loud or not" because I am here to appreciate Jikook's bond, whatever it may be. To me, it doesn't matter whether they are together romantically or not, I still support them and enjoy their bond. As long as they continue to show care and affection for one another, this won't change. The only thing that is changing is how probable I find it for them to be romantically involved at a certain point in time.

To finish this answer, I will quote your own question to me,

"Tomorrow, you might get some information that will change ur entire perspective, then what?"

If you meant this as a critique, know that I do not see it this way. I am not afraid that at some point, new information may come, which will contradict my current beliefs. To your question "what then?" I can only say: then nothing.

I will review my beliefs in the light of the new day, change my opinions, and go from there.

Both in the outside world, as well as here, we should have an open mind that just because something seems true today, it doesn't mean it won't be found untrue tomorrow when new information becomes available. My advice to all of you out there is to not set your beliefs in stone. Be humble. Admit the limitations of your knowledge and be prepared to accept that you can be wrong.

For millenia, people believed the sun revolved around the Earth. They were convinced of it, and they were so sure and set in their convinction that they shunned people who said otherwise, called them heritics, and threatened to burn them at the stake. Yet despite their unwavering faith based on centuries of observation and looking at the biggest picture of them all, the sky, they were still wrong. Just like that, something that was always believed to be one way turned out to be the exact opposite, and, as hard-pressed as they were to accept it, it didn't change the fact that it was true.

As Galileo Galilei said, when he was forced to retract his statement about the Earth orbiting around the Sun,

'E pur si muove' - But it still moves.

Let's not rush to claim heresy and burn each other at the stake.

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

[flancito22]

I don't want to be THAT girl, but I need to put this out of my chest. I hate Piper. Ok, I have only read the first book of the HOO series, but I don't think it gets better from there forward.

Here are my reasons:

First: Total disappointment.

When Rick introduced us Piper with the "beautiful and violent" quote I had so much faith in the character, even in her obvious (although quite rushed) relationship dynamic with Jason. And then, what he gave me? A jealous and possessive girl over a boy who she doesn't really know, with a lot of "trauma" because she have lived a happy and wealthy life, but her dad didn't pay her much attention (because he was working so she could live well and not how he lived in the past) so she became a thief in order to her father to pay attention to her... GROW FUCKING UP.

Second: I'm not like other girls.

Is it a crime to be feminine and tough? What is wrong with your brothers and sisters for wanting to look pretty? Nothing darling, absolutely nothing, and yet Piper make using a dress and make up such a big deal that is boring. Yes kid, we know you prefer pants and jackets, sit down. Not all the Aphrodite kids have to be hollow inside. Surprise, surprise, you can be smart, you can be brave, you can have the courage to fight with a Dragon and still care about your make up and like to use long dresses with high heels.

Third: What's is your deal with Jason?

It's like she was this toddler with a teddy bear and she just didn't wanna let it go. She knew their relationship was fake, but she hold to it with dear life and all the TLH book was a stupid amount of not necessary touching and holding hands and... well, if you read it you understand. Also there was a moment in Leo's point of view when he says something like: "she can't lose anyone else", and that was bring to life again when we though Jason had died because of Hera and Piper said "I can't lose you" my dear child who the fuck did you lose?! Your dad is save and sound, your mother came and talked to you in a dream when nobody else had seen they godly parents in months, what did you lose? A fake relationship?! Yes really traumatic, want to talk about Leo's past and Jason losing his memory?

Fourth: All the moments "Jasper"

This has a lot to do with my first point, Rick Riordan sold her to me as a strong character, all fighty and stuff, and then she broke her ankle and then caught a hypothermia, and that would have been fine if it was just that, but that moments only served to be Jasper moments, as if they can't have a normal relationship dynamic development, so let's just force them to have some alone time together and then hug near the fire... sure, really natural.

Jason and Annabeth had more chemistry the two times they interacted than Jason and Piper had in the whole book.

Fifth: A weak ass power.

I'm well aware of how the enchanting can be powerful. Words and the way someone use it can be a terrible weapon against the enemy. And then they gave it to Piper and the only time it worked in the whole book was with a female mortal pilot... I mean... they might as well be dead if not for Leo.

Sixth (and I can't say this loud enough) SHE ACTS LIKE A CHILD HAVING A TANTRUM

What is it with that line of her that went like: "Hey Drew in case you forgot Im a child of Aphrodite I don't want you near Jason, maybe he doesn't know it yet, but he is mine" I mean WTF, don't get me wrong, Drew was a bitch but I would have slapped the shit out of Piper right there, it's easy to act tough when you are facing a beauty queen who has never fought in her life, I wonder where was that spirit back in the quest. All her shit was about: I'm weak, I can't look at my own reflection, oh dang my mom made me more pretty, what should I do? Save my dad or continue with this quest? That last question, THAT LAST QUESTION could have been so much more explored, just to leave it at Jason and Leo saying: of course we will save your dad, why didn't you said it sooner? So that was the big end for that dilemma.

I have more things to say, but I'll leave it here. And once again, I repeat, the very best of that book was Leo Valdez.

#hoo #heroes of olympus #anti piper mclean #percy jackson series #pjo

[floralcrematorium]

About the rarepair week, do you have a specific list of ships in mind and you're looking for prompts, or are you looking for ship suggestions? If you're taking ship suggestions, would you do something with DenSu? Just don't make them hateful and violent towards each other. Please.

Thanks for the ask! Rare pair week is a week long event dedicated to rare or uncommon ships! There are different prompts for each day and there's a list of banned ships (like FrUk, DenNor, SuFin, you get it) to keep the focus on pairs who don't get a lot of attention. You can find the account with all of the information @hetalia-rarepairweek

I haven't been able to get nearly as much progress on the two fics I had planned done as I wanted to since I've been getting used to my new work schedule, but I'm open to trying to write for DenSu if I have time! DenSu is one of those ships that I've seen but never really interacted with so it'd be interesting to figure out what to do with them for the remaining prompts! I'll have to think about it a bit since when I intend to write something small, it turns into a several thousand word ramble (example A: this very post). I hadn't initially set out to do all 7 seven days, but as of now I have:

September 24; Day 1 | Cottage | CanUkr, oneshot On a nostalgic visit to an old family home in the mountains, Kateryna is out hunting for winter provisions. Instead of a deer, she catches Matthew. September 25; Day 2 | Comfort | Framano, 2 parts Dedicated to my RP partner and our artist & muse plotline. It doesn't have a description yet, but I think I've got more words on the page for both parts of this fic than my CanUkr one shot. Both Francis and Lovino get one chapter from their POV that encompasses their unique struggles in this AU and what drew them together. If I have to quickly sum up the background it's that both Francis and Lovino carry a lot of baggage and are oddly equipped to help one another.

Both fics are meant to be slice of life and in human/modern AUs since I don't have all the time in the world to research more than surface level because of work right now. I would love love love if I had the time to draw something for both fics, especially the Framano one since I have a month's worth of RP writing to pull scenes to draw from. One day, but not yet.

If I can get to it, I'd love to dedicate the DenSu one to you!

#floralcrematorium ask box

[thewolfwarriors]

HTTYD Art Wrap 2022!

tl;dr: I found my passion for drawing again and have been doing a lot of self healing by not only working on my old fan fictions but also posting them. I've fulfilled childhood dreams by doing art I wish I had done 15 years ago when I first started reading HTTYD. Life's too short, dudes, make that wolf fan fiction come true! Here's the art I did in 2022!

ALSO!

YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO AWESOME! Ive been in happy tears at least 3 times because y'all are so cool and nice to me. Not just nice but like, playful and funny and cool! I'm so grateful for the attention y'all have been giving my work!

LONG POST OF ART ahoy!

In June, I found my full passion for drawing again! It started off with many small doodles that I've yet to post, because I haven't scanned and colored them in! I have a giant stack of paper of just HTTYD stuff! Fan fiction, head canons, comic strips, tons of stuff!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you everyone who has been liking, reblogging and interacting with me! You've all really helped me gain confidence I didn't realize I needed when it came to posting my work! I'm having so much fun here on tumblr!

My biggest happiness has been bringing these two back together. Snotface Snotlout and Mewgull! Literally one of the first plot devices I made when I first read the books in '07 *joints crack in glee*

I got to draw them as youngin's and adults! This was a huge step for me! Just seeing them like this ALKJFLAJKWER I don't know how to describe the happiness and satisfaction I feel to actually work on their story and to actually VISUALLY SEE THEM!

(Mewgull and Snotlout becoming friends / Snotlout and Mewgull Post War [How/Why He's Alive] )

I got to draw them as youngin's and adults! This was a huge step for me! Just seeing them like this ALKJFLAJKWER I don't know how to describe the happiness and satisfaction I feel to actually work on their story and to actually VISUALLY SEE THEM! I'm certain I had art of them back in the day but I lost nearly everything in 2012! (I was also too shy to post a lot of my fan fic work...as I am today)

Honestly, Gumboil was a huge help in finding my sea legs. He's a simple design and easily adaptable to my style!

I even got an animation out of him!

It didn't start out with Gumboil though! I naturally wanted to start drawing my wolf characters first! It's what I knew how to draw and something was bothering me....MADGUTS WAS A WOLF WARRIOR AND I NEVER DREW HIM YET I HAD HIS DESIGN IN MY HEAD FOR A DECADE! There maybe a 2.0 but this def rocks my socks for now.

LOOK AT EM! LOOK AT THE BIG BOYYY

This is probably one of my favorite pictures I did. I love how it turned out! Sure the story behind the picture is kind of sad [Hint: takes place around Book 10] but it was my first real (in my heart) success at combining traditional and digital mediums! It's when I decided to give everything a "storybook" feel to it.

Anyway, I have tons of sketches and other things I could add to this post but I thought I'd keep it short n sweet, so I stuck to what I only posted on Tumblr! I've only been here since December so it ain't much.

Thanks for all y'alls support <3

#Youtube #httyd oc #httyd books #httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd fandom #httyd fanart #snotface snotlout #mewgull x snotlout #snotlout #httyd fan art #art wrap #art summary 2022 #art of 2022 #httyd art #httyd gumboil #gumboil #httyd nostalgia

[meangirlbullytwo]

Here's some thing, a little scene. It's not well thought through.

(WARNING: MATURE THEMES INCLUDED).

Jimmy: I hate doing business with this guy, this one main henchmen... Sounds like Sheldon, but a deeper voice tone. Still a bit nasally. But we like the shorty better.

Pete: Look, I don't like him also, I fucking hate this guy. We got initiated into this thing, this very complicated thing of life. We have to remain calm unless it gets hot. Mad Dog is here. And Edgar. They really get upset when he's shows up in person, I didn't tell him. You might don't know what he might pull out.

Edgar: *(laughs, rubbing his hands together)*

Pete: I am pretty sure something as little might arise...

Maddox: And then I'm body slamming the arrogant dumb ass-

Pete: *(sighs)* Like I told James... Let's try Maddox.

They approached A guy and two bodyguards...

...

"Why the hell are you guys still wearing your school uniforms? Looking the goddamn four Red Beets. "

Jimmy: We want to get this shit over with, because if stay here long having to look at you- I will get very agitated and might go to prison once again for multiple counts of attempted murder. We have lives to live and businesses to run.

"How's that beautiful ebony goddess, with the mocha skin that-"

Jimmy: My interactions with her is none of your concern, neither none of your business.

"Too bad, let me know if you're done with her and moved on to another chick. It's best... Someone like you could never truly handle someone like her. I understand-"

He punched him right between the eyes, stepping back, shook the pain off and flexed his hand. Everyone except him and Pete stood calm, while the rest drew their weapons out.

Pete: Calm down everyone, we all know how arrogant and stupid he could get. We need to take a deep breath and walk away and continue our partnership as its been. However... If we want continue this foolishness, it ends here..."

"Oh Pete, I knew you always got it hidden-"

Pete: Not preferred, for protection. How did you fit that in there Ed?

Edgar: Don't worry about it.

Maddox: I heard a shotgun.

"Charlie, you fucking slimy rat..."

The guy struggled to get up and gave up for now, wiping the blood from his nose- laughing, but his mind filled with rage, knowing he was outnumbered and didn't have a chance...

"How'd you found us? Jimmy, she's just a ho. She's like every last one of them. Hoes. You're a straight up player, you ain't build "fo da life" it's in you. The monogamous way is dead. Have fun while you can-"

"Do we have some issues going on here?"

Pete: It's him...

Jimmy: Yes, it's him...

"Mr. Hopkins. Mr. Kowalski... Mr. Munsen and Mr. Thomas, a.k.a Mad Dog... The Cousin Thomas"

Maddox: I see you...

"Geraldo, remember I did tell you to stop antagonizing Mr. Hopkins? He has this fire within him, he has grown older into this young man, but he will unleash it and will use his military mindset to do whatever it takes. If you keep taking hits, I will have to replace you, you're my best guys. So have they found you yet?"

Jimmy: Apparently not. Trust me, I do a good job of covering my movements using great technologies and I don't need Maddox or Pete.

"Mr. Kowalski..."

He grabs to shake his hand. Then, Pete felt the very tight squeeze... Maddox slowly started to reach for his weapon as he knew what was going on, glaring at him.

Pete: If you're break my hand, do it... I been through worse, isn't that right Maddox?

Maddox snapped out of it, letting his defense down,

Maddox: Right, we were trying to clear your opps, but one of them got to Pete.

"Again, truly sorry for that, but that was the past. All his medical bills were paid. If you would excuse yourself, I have things to attend to. Raldo, get up..."

Geraldo: I'll be seeing you, fucking gingerhead ass...

Jimmy: You know where I live...

Pete: Jimmy...

Edgar: Let's go...

#bully canis canem edit #bully game #canis canem edit #bully #bully cce #bully se #jimmy hopkins #bullworth