#;literature 🖋️

[macbxth-pdf]

Who’s strap do I have to suck to get a gothic (not gothic aesthetic, gothic as in style of literature) retelling of Alice in Wonderland from the Mad Hatters perspective as he fall into “madness”. Like instead of Alice being the first human to fall into wonderland it’s the mad hatter and the longer he stays wonderland, the more he loses it and becomes a fixture into the world to the point where nobody remembers him ever coming down to wonderland and they think he’s just always been there. But like keep it as a fantasy novel at the same time. Like gothic horror meets whimsical and surreal fantasy.

Cause in a minute ILL DO IT MYSELF

[petals-and-all]

Hello! Could I request some icons of either natsuki or Monika from doki doki literature club? If you could maybe add the transmasc or aroace flag 👉👈🥺 /nf!

-🧁🖋️ anon

Here you go !! Thank you so much for your request and patience, I decided to go with Natsuki and added both flags, I hope you like them !

Feel free to ask for any changes =^w^=

[rosesloveletters]

@ajokeformur-ray

““That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.” - Kaui Hart Hemmings”

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[nextradevelopers]

Happy Hindi Diwas to everyone! Today, we commemorate the significance of our national language, Hindi, and its profound impact on our culture, identity, and unity.

📜 Hindi, with its deep historical roots, connects us to our heritage and reflects the diversity of our nation.

🖋️ It's a language of poetry, literature, and art, allowing us to express our thoughts and emotions in beautiful and diverse ways.

🌍 As we celebrate Hindi Diwas, let's remember that languages are bridges that connect hearts, and Hindi unites millions of people across India.

📖 Whether you're a native Hindi speaker or just starting to learn, let's cherish the beauty and versatility of this incredible language.

🙏 On this special day, let's pledge to promote and preserve our linguistic heritage and continue celebrating the power of words in Hindi. Happy Hindi Diwas! 🇮🇳🌟📚

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

seventeen as words you can't translate🖋️ :

playlist: aurora album by toneejay

✦ Scoups: Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

▻ Meaning: A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them.

➔ Ya'aburnee literally means "you bury me" but the depth of its meaning goes beyond literal. When you don't, can't, won't think of a future without the other person, you use this word. And who else is the embodiment of Ya'aburnee if not choi seungcheol? He breathes seventeen, lives seventeen, and it's as if he will die without seventeen. There's no one as devoted as scoups.

✦ Jeonghan: Toska (Russian)

Meaning: A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for

➔ For me, personally, ever since Jeonghan went to the military, it's as if something is missing in my life (dramatic I know). But it's not just me! Jeonghan is the emotional pillar of svt and we all know it. How many times do you think the members turn around to talk with him and have to remind themselves that he is not here with them? He is also the first one to enlist so everyone feels his absence deeply. It's as if he is in another universe that we can't to go even if we wanted to. Jeonghan, when I catch you, jeonghan.

✦ Joshua: Kilig (Tagalog)

▻ Meaning: The feeling of butterflies in your stomach specifically associated with romance

➔ One of my favourite words in tagalog and one of my favourite persons in svt. The closest literal meaning is 'to shudder' but I think the most accurate english translation is 'the fluttery feeling you get due to love-related things'. And Joshua is so first love coded that I am convinced that everyone looks at him feels their heartbeat speed up me. He, as a person, is made up of all the things I associate love with: softness, gentleness, thoughtfulness, consideration, kindness, and pure loveliness. He is the ultimate kilig feeling: falling in love

✦ Jun: Goya (Urdu)

▻ Meaning: A momentary suspension of disbelief that occurs when fantasy is so realistic that it temporarily becomes reality, usually associated with a story very well told.

➔ Goya has different meaning depending on the context, but, here, I am referring to the word as it is used in literature. It's not so much as a word but rather it is a concept. When you can almost 'taste' a piece of art because it's so vivid, then it's 'as if' (goya) it were real. And I think Jun fits this word quite well cause it's 'as if' he was real. Most of the time he doesn't feel like a real person to me. He is someone who is so ambitious and yet so kind. Someone who will keep mum about their sufferings but do everything they can to distract you from yours. Someone who works like an ox day and night yet takes the time to appreciate every little thing. We don't deserve jun. Not even a little.

✦ Hoshi: Ré Nao (Chinese)

▻ Meaning: A place or situation that is 热闹 (ré nao) is not only fun and lively. It also has a special vibe that makes everyone want to be there.

➔ The literal meaning of ré nao is “lively” or “bustling.” But it's more so about a vibe. Imagine that moment with your friends or family when you guys are out in public, in a crowded scene, like a flower market or the night stalls, and everyone around you is having fun and you are at peace yet full of joy. Contentment at the liveliness and the feeling that everyone is joining in to make it fun is approximately the closest meaning of ré nao and that's so hoshi. He is what makes bss and svt so fun. Once he steps in a practice room, it gets brighter in that instant. Hoshi makes everything full of life and everyone feels a little more alive, a little more in love with life. He is unlike any other idol. You can't mimic that jest for life even if you try.

✦ Wonwoo: Prozvonit (Czech)

▻ Meaning: Ringing somebody’s phone once so that they call you back.

➔ I think wonwoo's charm is that at first he seems unassuming (even, stoic) but the more you know about seventeen the more he reels you in. In that sense, he is 'prozvonit'. Like ringing someone's phone so that they will call back, a glance or look at wonwoo will have you double back and fall into the rabbit hole of falling for him. His playfulness, cheekiness, and emotional sensitivity is the best thing about him.

✦ Woozi: Commuovere (Italian)

▻ Meaning: A heartwarming story that moved you to tears.

➔ To me, Jihoon is a story that never ends. Every song of his is a story straight out of "one thousand and one nights" and each of them leave me brawling. Whether it's the concept or the melody or the lyrics, each song has a tiny bit of his soul. Jihoon touches not only my heart but the very essence of what makes me, me. And I am convinced that is true for most carats. He is both the art and the artist and deserves all the nice things the multiverse has to offer.

✦ Dokyeom: Retrouvailles (French) 

▻ Meaning: The happiness of meeting again after a long time.

➔ Our sunshine, dokyeom! His ability to put a smile on anyone's face needs to be researched in a case study format. He is so humble, down to earth, and funny that even if it's your first time seeing him on a screen, you will feel that you have known him forever. Dokyeom is always a sunshine, both in his personality and also as the light in everyone's life. Even if you go wayyy back to svt's debut time, you will see the same bright grin which can brighten up your day, night, and universe.

✦ Mingyu: Wabi-Sabi (Japanese)

▻ Meaning: Finding beauty in imperfections

➔ Mingyu is someone who finds beauty in everything, be it an object or experience. His optimistic and hopeful nature helps him see life through rose-coloured glasses and it's one of my favourite things about him. I even bring evidence! Only mingyu could find love in shoelaces *_*. Another evidence is him being an outfit repeater. He clearly loves his clothes and cherishes them. If someone in this world could find beauty in imperfect things, it's him. He always tries to make any and all situations better. The loveliest human.

✦ Minghao: Merak (Serbian)

▻ Meaning: The feeling you get from simple pleasures that adds up to a sense of happiness and fulfilment

➔ Whenever I hear minghao speak in interviews or in livestreams, I think to myself, "Wow, he really got life figured out." Not because of how self-assured he always is but more so why he is that self-assured. He understands what is important in his life and acts accordingly. And that makes him such a simple and unassuming person who appreciates life's small pockets of happiness. He also creates this happiness for himself and his loved ones. Xu minghao is my favourite role model.

✦ Seungkwan: Hyggelig (Danish)

Meaning: A delightfully cozy, intimate moment or thing

➔ The synonym of Hyggelig is 'gemütlichkeit' in german and 'gemytlig' in swedish but it is 'seungkwan' in korean hehe. And it's because whenever seungkwan talks its as if he and the listener are the only person in the room. The same feeling as when you are gossiping with your best friend and giggling into smithereens. The reason behind me calling him 'Hyggelig' is cause seungkwan is a person who treats every person honestly and earnestly. He is genuine in his desire for connection and companionship. It's one of his many good qualities. Someone like him is unique even in the midst of billions of people.

✦ Vernon: Fernweh (German)

▻ Meaning: The feeling of homesickness for a place that you’ve never been to

➔ Vernon always felt like home to me. He is comfort manifested as a person. The understanding and quiet support he always offers to everyone is filled with so much kindness and grace. I just know that everyone who talks with him feels as if they were in their home, in pajamas, sipping on their comfort drink on a sleepy, rainy day. Vernon is always himself and he makes the other people feel okay to be themselves too. He is a home that a lot of people me miss when he is not there.

✦ Chan: Duende (Spanish)

▻ Meaning: A work of art’s mysterious power to deeply move a person

➔ Chan is a person with too much power over svt and carats. His earnestness and dedication to put his best foot forward and to help svt be the best it can be is unbelievable. He is that work of art that will move a person to tears if they take just a glimpse. His sense of rhythm and the art of dancing make him a living masterpiece. The diNOW of kpop indeed.

[wistfulwanderingone]

For the Line & a Vibe Game!

IkePri Jin's line:

"This is the foreign romance novel you've been wanting to read. I thought I'd read it to you, complete with sexy voices."

The vibe:

Comedy. I would love to hear his editorial comments breaking into the narration. I'm guessing the book is setting some unrealistic expectations in the bedroom. 🤣

I would have included the screenshot, but the ask feature doesn't have an upload option.

🖋️ Line & a Vibe: Jin (Sexy Comedy)

Submitted Line: “This is the foreign romance novel you’ve been wanting to read.”

@katriniac Hope you enjoy!

✨ Want to play too? Toss me a line and a vibe → Original Post Here 💌

(Send a single dialogue line + a vibe or genre—I'll spin it into a drabble or one-shot!)

“Submitted Line: Jin, Ikemen Prince”

Title: "Chest-Forward Literature"

Vibe: Comedy → Chaos → Unintended Sexy

It all started because of Clavis.

Which, in hindsight, should’ve been your first clue to run.

You’d wandered into the palace library looking for a historical reference and found him snickering to himself in the corner like a child who’d just rigged a pie to fall on someone’s head. Which…you wouldn’t put past him. But there would definitely also be whipped cream and possibly confetti involved.

“What did you do?” you’d asked, narrowing your eyes.

Clavis had smiled innocently—another bad sign—and gestured toward Chevalier’s usual reading pile. Sitting discreetly near the top, nestled between a leather-bound collection of romantic poetry and a tragic love story set during a war, was a very out-of-place paperback.

The cover featured a shirtless man in breeches holding a swooning lady whose dress was clearly losing the battle against gravity.

“A little gift from me to our dear Brutal Beast. It blends in, don’t you think? Romantic. Historical. Chest-forward,” Clavis whispered conspiratorially. “I do hope he notices the duke’s...swordsmanship.”

You’d barely kept it together. “You’re terrible.”

“Thank you, my dear! I knew you secretly found me the most entertaining, lovable prince,” he said proudly.

Later, when you mentioned the whole ordeal to Jin over drinks—mainly to share the laugh—his eyes lit up.

“Oh, you’ve read those?” he asked far too casually.

You’d scoffed. “No! I just saw the cover. Although I admit, part of me wants to know if the writing’s as dramatic as the artwork.”

And that, unfortunately, was your mistake.

Now, tonight, Jin appears at your door with that gleam in his eye, smelling faintly of dry spirits and sugar. And holding something behind his back like a mischievous child. Also...as usual.

You arch a brow. “What are you hiding?”

“I brought you a gift,” he says innocently. That’s the first warning sign.

“I don’t trust you.”

“That’s hurtful.” He pouts dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your favorite prince?”

“Favorite?” you scoff. “Leon would like a word.”

“Leon can have a word when he learns how to moan like a baroness.” Jin pulls the book from behind his back with a flourish, wiggling it in the air like a prize.

Your jaw drops. “Is that—?!”

“This is the foreign romance novel you’ve been wanting to read. I thought I’d read it to you, complete with sexy voices.”

“…You mean your voice.”

“And it is, in fact, sexy.” He cleared his throat and began in a deep, exaggerated purr. “‘Chapter Four: Her Forbidden Desires.’ His silken voice, low and commanding, sent shivers down her spine as he pressed her against the mahogany piano.” He pauses already, eyes meeting yours.  “I have…thoughts. First of all,” he begins, licking his lollipop thoughtfully, “who’s pressing people against pianos? That’s how you throw out a back.”

“Keep going,” you snorted, trying to hide your grin behind a pillow.

“You belong to me,” he growled, his fingers tracing the lace of her—” He stopped. Blinked. Flipped the page. “…Is that…a real position?” he asked, eyebrows slowly raising. “I’m not even sure that’s physically possible without dislocating something.”

You wheezed.

“It says he lifted her with one arm and spun her mid-air while undoing the corset with his teeth—do they think men are octopuses?”

“I think you’re supposed to suspend disbelief.”

“I think he’s supposed to suspend his spinal cord after that.”

And so it continued, he would read a few lines, occasionally adding helpful commentary like:

“No man says this. I say a lot of things in bed, but ‘I yearn to unravel the tapestry of your soul’ isn’t one of them—unless I’m drunk. Or bored. Or both.”

Or:

“Why does he keep growling? This guy needs a cough drop.”

Then he flipped to another page, voice slipping into his smoothest tone: “He trailed kisses down her spine, then swept her into his arms and pinned her to the wall like a painting made of desire—”

Jin paused. Blinked once. Twice.

Then his brows lifted, a gleam sparking in his wine-red eyes.  “…Okay wait—hold on. This? This we gotta try.”

Before you could protest, the book went sailing across the room with a casual thunk, and he was already stripping off his shirt. His unfairly gorgeous, ripped torso caught the light, muscles rippling like something out of the actual cover art.

“You’re not serious—”

“Dead serious. There’s a wall. You’ve got a spine. And I’m feeling artistic.”

He grins like a wolf whose just found dinner, muscles on full display like he’s stepped off the cover of the book himself.

He tries to sweep you up into his arms in a grand romantic gesture—only to immediately trip on the edge of the rug.

You peek over the edge of the couch, trying—and failing—not to laugh as Jin lays sprawled across the floor like a tragically overconfident model in a magazine shoot gone wrong. “That was very ‘painting made of desire.’ You okay, Mr. Romance?”

There's a crash, some very un-princely swearing, and a muffled, "I'm fine!" as he sprawls dramatically on the floor.

“I’m seducing you,” he groans from the floor. “It’s a...process.”

“I’m sure it is.”

He props himself up on one elbow, hair tousled, lip curled into a smirk like he hadn’t just face-planted mid-fantasy reenactment. “You laugh now,” he murmurs, voice dropping to that low, smoky register that always gets to you. “But I’m a man of many talents. Tripping is just foreplay.”

“Oh really?”

He stops in front of you, gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up with a lazy, heated grin. “Now, where were we? Ah yes…” He bends forward, palms braced on either side of your head, effectively caging you against the back of the couch.

“Mmhmm.” In one smooth motion, he's up—graceful, this time—his bare chest glinting in the low light, eyes locked on you with dangerous intent. He walks toward you, slow and steady, like a panther whose finally remembered he was a predator.

“…I believe I was supposed to ‘pin you like a painting made of desire.’”

Your breath catches. He's close—too close. His voice is velvet and honey, eyes half-lidded, the scent of sweet candy and something headier curling around you like smoke.

“You’re not going to trip again, are you?”

“Only if you sweep me off my feet.”

You roll your eyes—just before he leans in and presses his lips to your neck, slow and languid. His breath fan against your skin as he whispers, “Still think I’m not serious?”

Your fingers curl into his hair almost without thinking, and his chuckle vibrates against your throat.

“You know,” he murmures, lips brushing your ear, “you could’ve just asked me to roleplay the book with you. No need to pretend you’re not into it.”

“I wasn’t pretending.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth, “you’re a terrible liar.”

And just like that, the ridiculous book, the rug mishap, and the chaos fade into the background—because somehow, Jin has turned a parody into something very real.

Something intoxicating.

Somewhere across the room, the paperback lays open-faced on the rug, still whispering promises of impossible passion.

But honestly? You preferred Jin’s version.

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[rosesloveletters]

@ajokeformur-ray

29 August 1904 James Joyce to Nora Barnacle Joyce Letters of James Joyce [originally published 1966]

[jindianjun000]

0119 Blake Happy Birthday 🐈‍⬛🥳🎂

"Romantic literature writer Ms. Belladonna The new novel "Worthy" publish soon. 📖🖋️🌗"

[angelvendingmachine]

We love the new temple layout you've used recently! Can we finish the DDLC girls with a level 3 Yuri if you haven't had one requested yet?

YURI DDLC ALTERPACK

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Yuri, Ari, Ri, Riri

TITLES : The sick girl, The jirai

AGE : 18

PRNS : She/her + Shy/hyr , Yan/yandere , Hurt/hurting, Tear/tears , Stab/stabs

GENDER : Darlingyandere , slasherfem, deathcute, femwound

ORIENTATION : Lesbian

SPECIES : Human

ROLES : BPD holder, anxiety holder, dissociation holder

SIGN OFF: 💜, 🖋️,🔪

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: BPD, SAD, GAD, PDD, attention-seeker

TRANSIDS: Yandere, obsessive, jirai, hikkiomori, murderer, dating, stalker, goth, broken bones, forced-xenosatanist, gro0med, 🍇d, trans-fem

MISCIDS: Perma-inlove, permaobsessed, permableeding, permabruised, permahospitalized, demi-dead

PARAS: Agateophilia (insanity), atychiphilia (misfortune), angaliaphilia (soft intimacy), aisthitirakiphilia (sensory deprivation), automasochism (hurting oneself), masochism (getting hurt), pugilism (being punched)

PERSONALITY: Quiet and obsessive, gets worked up over small things and usually cries or gets extremely angry because of it. Other than that she tries her best to be a good person despite her constant feeling of guilt and overwhelming emotions

AESTHETIC: School girl, goth

♡ Lvl 3 ≻

SOURCE: Yuri (DDLC)

SOURCE CONNECTION: Med/medium-high

KIN(S): Mikan (SDR2)

TYPING QUIRK: “i type like this <\\3”

SPEECH: Extremely quiet and mumbles a lot, usually doesn’t speak to people she doesn’t know

MEMORIES: Remembers being the last to join the literature club, also remembers being bullied really hard at school or forgotten, though she always found being forgotten worse than being bullied. She was friends with all of the girls especially Natsuki who she fought with occasionally

LIKES: Writing, mysteries, horror movies, weapons, TCC

DISLIKES: Being ignored, people being mean to her

EXTRA: Favorite animal is a crow, favorite writers are Osamu Dazai and Edgar Allen Poe, threatens to hurt herself when upset

[unlirise]

🖋️ 240602 • sun

we're halfway through the year already? bullshit.

the past month(s), i noticed how i lacked discipline to do things consistently. i do have the energy to do things, but i do it sporadically. only when i feel like it. sometimes i start a task and stop midway to start another. it's multitasking, but it's not working for me.

this month i'm going to work on my discipline and consistency, make a habit out of things i want in my life and stick to it.

on another note, i put a pause on reading a little life so i can read wideacre by philippa gregory. i loved the constant princess and the way she writes strong-willed, determined, and unstoppable women within a patriarchal society. i've already made so many annotations in just the first two chapters.

im also enjoying annotating books more and reading them based on their more prominent themes. i keep seeing how other readers annotate this way and i wanted to join in. having taken english literature for 4 years (IGCSE and a-levels), i have so much to say about a book i read.

admittedly, i feel like english lit has ruined the way i read for a long time. especially english lit for a-levels. for 2 years, we've been reading poems and fiction by assessing its themes, analysing the pieces according to the context it was written, and evaluating the author's intention. we dissected literature to the point that whenever i pick up a book and read it, i'm dissecting it rather than just enjoying it. i'm trying to undo that with the books i'm reading.

although the lessons i learned from there are important in real life because it has helped me to become more critical and to see how the things authors write about are a reflection of real life (because they are). a lot of books are about people and life is about dealing with people.

but whenever i pick up a book i dont want to read it for the sake of dissecting human behaviour, the choices they make, and the broader implications of its consequences upon society. . i want to see life, beauty, and romance alongside those things.

[babybearcubbs]

Ahhh this is so sweet🥹❤️❤️❤️ almost makes me feel bad for what I'm working on </3

🗒️ 、 MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱💭 ・ 西村力 x fem reader. 장르 fluff mutual pinning friends to lovers warning both of them are idols skinship kissing & 497 words

minnie’s note ・ their conversation is in japanese & ni-ki is referred as riki ! in which a chilly night by the han river was infused with warmth and love〜

The night felt cold, a delightful chill enveloping their bodies. The wind whispered softly, caressing the rustling leaves. The stars gleamed brilliantly while the full moon illuminated the night, revealing its enchanting beauty, often overlooked in favour of the comforts of slumber.

Two solitary figures sat beneath the night sky, nestled upon a blanket, shielding themselves from the prickly embrace of the grass.

You extended an invitation to Riki, yearning to escape the demands burdening you both and find solace in each other’s company. Amidst the tumultuous affairs plaguing your careers, there was no respite to be found.

You sighed, feeling a shiver run up your spine as a puff of air escaped your mouth.

“Cold?” Riki muttered, glancing at your side profile.

“A bit.”

“C’mere,” he called out, sitting up and leaning against a tree.

You sat up, leaning against his shoulder initially. Then, with a deft motion, he grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly placing you between his legs, eliciting a gasp. Your hands instinctively fell on his arms for balance.

Swiftly, he wrapped the blanket around both of you. “There, much better, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, Riki,” you started, turning your gaze towards him. He responded by tilting his head ever so slightly, acknowledging your summon.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, lifting your eyes to behold its radiance.

Riki’s eyes widened slightly, his silence indicating what you needed to know. His hands cupped your cheeks, a reddish hue evident from the cool weather, or perhaps from him.

“Can I…” His deep voice spoke in a desire-filled whisper, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. Your lips grazed the inside of his wrist.

“Hmm,” you hummed softly, but no words followed.

Your mind swarmed with thoughts. It had been four years since you met, and now, as both idols, the scrutiny from curious and judgmental eyes was inevitable. Yet, despite the potential backlash, you and Riki couldn’t deny the chemistry between you. Afraid of the consequences, you had pushed him away at times, but Riki remained steadfast, always expressing his care for you, even in the face of opposition.

His grip tightened slightly as he slid his fingers into your hair, slowly tugging you closer by your nape. “Please.”

“Kiss me,” you replied softly, leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.

The world seemed to stop, as the only thing in your mind was him. Warmth spreaded through your bodies, even the cool night began to melt away.

“Riki, wait a minute—” you speak in a hushed tone slightly out of breath, your heart beating erratically.

“Shut up,” he cuts through your words in a quick whisper, cupping both your cheeks and practically yanking you into a kiss once more, this time with more fervor.

The warmth of your lips on his ignited his body on a frigid December night, and despite the potential hate and possible repercussions from his company, Riki wouldn't exchange you for anything in the world.

[cupids-rainbows]

Monika from doki doki literature club stimboard would be rlly nice! :3 I don't really care what you put in it, just don't demonize her!! -Rainn from the Static system

Of course! ^w^

Monika (DDLC) stimboard !

🩷 🖋️ 🩷 / 💚 🩷 💚 / 🩷 🖋️ 🩷

[queers-gambit]

Nights Like This collection masterlist

a collection of varying Muses who forget about a date with Reader. -> or being stood up, forgotten, not prioritized.

featured muses: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto

"Love is so short. Forgetting is so long," ― Tonight I Can Write by former Senator of the Republic of Chile and Nobel Prize winning poet in Literature, Pablo Neruda

status: active

-> will be updated accordingly

requests OPEN requesting rules and masterlist

"Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is," ― Iris Murdoch, Irish-British novelist and philosopher. author of The Sea, the Sea.

please note -

you might see the label "coin toss". this means the fics mirror one another, or have very similar tropes, plots, conflicts, characters, etc., but obviously go in different directions.

🍒 pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

History of Clocks

Carmy asks you out, Carmy thinks it's platonic. Carmy and Claire go on a date, Carmy forgets to cancel. how strong - or brittle - is your friendship?

word count: 10.8k+

🍒 author's favorite 🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 🥀 unrequited love / love confessions 👯‍♀️ BFF trope ⚠️ lightest of spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand-alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 brief smoking 🥂 alcohol consumption 🤬 depiction of verbal aggression / arguments ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🍑 character with given nickname 🧠 depiction of mental health: anxiety and boundaries 🤡 emotions are hard 🖋️ literary device warnings 📍 specific warnings in fic

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🍒 pairing: Roy Kent x female!reader fandom: Ted Lasso

Dani Rojas always says "fútbol is life," but it wasn't supposed to take precedence over you in Roy's. when he stands you up, disappointment and repercussions ensue.

word count: 9.9k+

🐝 oneshot!!! ⏳ AU timeline 🌍 canon inaccuracies 🙊 general language and content warning - it's Roy fucking Kent, yah know? 🤡 feelings are hard! 🧠 depiction and mentions of anxiety ✝️ Lord's name in vain 💍 established relationship 💔 some angst 💣 relationship angst 🎭 drama drama drama 🧸 some fluff ❤️‍🩹 mostly hurt / comfort 🍭 hint of friend-to-lovers 🖋️ literary devices - purposeful use of repetition 📚 Coach Beard is bestie who threatens arson 💰 romanticized job promotion 🧍 use of Y/N 🚹 men 🔏 not edited

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[thedwarrowscholar]

Hi! I love your work, the lessons in khuzdul are amazing! I have a question, or more like I wish to know if the translation I made is correct, I want to get a tattoo with the phrase: "There is good in this world, and it's worth fighting for." in erebor runes neo-khuzdul, I used the dictionary and translated it as: "Tîr galikh nala kîlin, ra hu galad abkhu khama" but I had some trouble finding the correct runes for "n'ala" and "hu" and wanted to make sure before getting anything tattooed. Thanks!

Well met, ellethsart!

Firstly, thank you for your kind words! It always brings me joy to see people not only enjoying the lessons but actively engaging with the language.

As for your Neo-Khuzdul translation — I believe you’re referring to a version I created almost 10 years ago - back in this post: link - which is great — it shows you’ve been digging into the archives. At the time, I indeed translated the quote as:

Tîr galikh n’ala kîlîn, ra hu galad abkhu’ khama.

In the decade since, I’ve revisited many of these old translations to refine them — not because they were necessarily incorrect, but because there are always subtle improvements to be made as understanding and development of the language deepens. So let’s give this line a little polish.

The improved phrasing is:

Hîr galkh n’ala kiylîn, ra tâti galad abkhu’ khama.

These small adjustments (more detailed info below) — don't change the meaning drastically, but it (in my opinion) fine-tunes the expression to better suit established Neo-Khuzdul grammar and emphasis.

Firstly though...

🖋️ A Note on the Quote’s Origin

Interestingly, this is one of those lines that feels as though it could have been written by Tolkien himself, yet it originates from the film adaptation of The Lord of the Rings — The Two Towers.

There’s a certain timeless quality to it, reminiscent of classic lines of literature. In fact, I've always found it bears a passing resemblance to Hemingway’s famous line in For Whom the Bell Tolls:

“The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for.... "

Both convey a deep love for the world, a recognition of its hardships, and a steadfast belief that it remains worth our effort and struggle. This is very much in keeping with Tolkien’s themes of resilience and hope — especially in the face of overwhelming darkness.

🧭 A Note on Context: Movie vs. Book

This quote resonates so deeply with Tolkien’s themes that many people assume it is a direct quote. Interestingly though, it closely echoes the speech Sam gives to Frodo on the Stairs of Cirith Ungol in The Two Towers, where he reflects:

“And we shouldn't be here at all, if we'd known more about it before we started. But I suppose it's often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them.”

While in the book, these words come as a response to Frodo's dread of the Morgul Vale — rather than to the despair of their quest as depicted in the film — the sentiment remains remarkably alike. Sam muses further:

“But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten.”

The film distills this into a powerful cinematic moment, carrying the same theme of perseverance in the face of overwhelming darkness.

On the Topic of Changes in the Translation:

🧭 Why Hîr instead of Tîr?

While tîr means "there" (as in a nearby or reachable place), hîr is used (among other things) as a temporary subject.

A few examples:

Hîr imzênat! — "There is a knock!" Hîr ith zud. — "There should be laughter. Hîr ambâk mazrab. — "There is nothing written."

In none of the above examples, "There" means "a place nearby", but rather serves as a temporary subject. So, hîr strengthens the phrase by properly framing it as an existential observation rather than a locative reference. More on Hîr and other alternatives for "there" in document 46 in the library section of the site, by the way.

The traditional "there" words that define location (yom, yîr, tîr). While Hîr is outside of this diagram alltogether.

🧭 Why galkh instead of galikh?

Galkh is the noun, while galikh is the adjective. Here the noun should have been used.

🧭 Why kiylîn instead of kîlîn?

Kiylîn: "world (commonly used to describe the people that inhabit the world)" - as opposed to "kâmin: world (commonly used to describe the physical earth), Arda". The change here is a matter of applying crasis (joining of two vowels into another), where "iy" becomes "î". Crasis has not changed much in the 10 years, since that reply, but one of the things that has changed is (optionally) the ability to leave "iy" as is, instead of merging into "î". Essentially the same word, just written differently.

🧭 Why tâti instead of hu?

Originally, I used hu, which is not incorrect (though a form I don't generally use in this function anymore) — but let’s refine it.

"ra hu galad abkhu’ khama" places the emphasis on "it" — as in, this thing is worth fighting for.

"ra tâti galad abkhu’ khama" puts the weight on "is" — leaning slightly more toward underlining this truth.

It’s a subtle distinction, but one worth considering for a permanent mark. Personally, I now favour tâti, as seen in the updated line, but the old one is not entirely wrong (apart from the galikh, perhaps). So now the final transcription:

💡 Final Tip: It’s always wise to double-check runic inscriptions before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo — especially with Neo-Khuzdul, where a single mark can alter the meaning. As with many conlangs, the language continues to evolve to accommodate new expressions and conversations (and respecting earlier versions).

Ever at your service (and - on this occasion - your runic spell-checker),

The Dwarrow Scholar

[shuniverse]

loving literature ,,| l.f

🖋️ ahhhh tysm @mimussyy for the idea !! I hope you enjoy 🫶

💌 tooth-rotting fluff ; lix calls reader muffin (because that’s such a cute petname fight me) ; reader calls lix sunshine ;

🫶 ;;

sunshine.

it’s what glows through your lacy curtains, and it’s what you think of every time you look at him.

lee felix, the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. so sweet. so adoring. so glowing.

his freckles painted beautifully lit constellations across his ethereal features, and they were only illuminated more by the sun shining through your lacy white curtains.

his gorgeously deep and velvety voice shines through the haze of your admiration for him, though.

“muffin? what’s the matter, you’re awfully distracted over there.” his cute little grin and warm coffee brown eyes make you smile.

“oh, sorry sunshine. just.. caught off guard by your face.”

he smiles more, and runs his smaller than average but oh-so-adorable hand over the expanse of your bare thighs, lovingly squeezing the flesh. he sets the book he was reading down, before scooting closer to you and lightly pulling down your book, making you giggle as he gently nuzzles his head into your chest, covered by the soft material of his hoodie.

you just smile more, giggling and kissing his forehead as he lifts his head to gaze up at you with that beautiful smile of his.

you sigh. “you’re so.. pretty, sunshine.”

his eyes crinkle adorably, lovingly rubbing your thigh with his thumb. “so are you, muffin.”

you kiss his nose, gazing into his eyes. you could get lost in them, the pretty honey flecks in the deep coffee expanse of his irises, the way his jet pupils grow as he gazes into your own orbs. you rest a gentle hand on his cheek, an adoring smile on your features at the brightly ethereal boy below you. he sighs, his eyes shutting slowly as his pretty eyelashes flutter against his skin, leaning into your touch with a gentle smile on his face.

his book is long forgotten next to the spot where he sat, and he laid his head comfortably on your chest, your legs across his own with his hand resting on your thigh. you think he’s fallen asleep, and he thinks he could, but he feels you raise your book to read again, as you gently brush his soft locks with your palm he gazes up at you without moving his head too much, you assume the movement to be him getting comfortable.

but all that’s crossing his mind?

the thought of you in the most gorgeous attire, at the altar, and him slipping the most beautiful wedding ring onto your hand, before sealing everything with his plush lips against yours.

but, that’s for another time. one he hopes comes very soon.

;; 🫶

I hope you enjoyed! this was so much fun to write, i loved describing him and his pretty features 🤍

ik it’s kinda short but like

aghhhhh

[derelictheretic]

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Thank you Amanda!! <3 I'm missing Heather so I will share some fun facts about her!!

When she was little she was 100% convinced Princess was a title she could just decide to have but then when she was told she'd have to marry a prince and wouldn't be in charge she was over it.

In highschool she actually put a lot of effort into studying and employed straight A students to help her out because she was not about fail and be a disappointment. She dated a few of the people helping her out but never seriously (publicly) and not for very long.

In college she took a literature and poetry aligned elective/minor degree but kept falling asleep in class or when trying to read the assigned material so she 'dropped' it and took up an art aligned one instead—which she preceded to quit as well because she got jealous everyone else in the class was better than her. She settled on a photography aligned one because if her selfies said anything at all it was that she knew about taking good pictures.

She had a dart board in her apartment with John's picture on it, she was a terrible aim but it felt good whenever she landed one in his eyes.

One of her go to orders at any café is an Iced Mocha.