#[ me: i want to tag ramble but alas-- i cannot yet. ]

[iniziare]

... and the Vallaslin. I'm going to put this under a read more as it touches on a spoiler from Veilguard, but most of it's DAI. Either way though, don't click unless you've completed Act 1. Christ, I'm gonna have to go and undo many read mores in my future, I already know.

Okay, so there's two quotes from Cole from DAI that are very, very intensely interesting to me, and they tie into the conversation that Solas has with Lavellan if she drinks from the Well of Sorrows (which I will quote a little lower). It's actually been rather of a treat going back through scenes of that game to really put Solas in Veilguard into proper perspective. But Cole has always been ahead of his time, and it's this consistency that has me absolutely reveling, because finally they confirmed things for us. Now first, the two quotes in question:

"He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face."

"Bare-faced but free, frolicking, fighting, fierce. He wants to give Wisdom, not orders."

It was always hypothesized by theorycrafters that the first line was about Mythal, and though we already knew following DAI, that there was a fundamental importance to their dynamic, it was through a process of elimination that they grew more certain of it. When combined with the second line, we know that 'bare-faced' is what Cole refers to Lavellan as once Solas has removed the vallaslin during the Crestwood scene, so we can take that at face value to literally mean bare-face, ergo: free of any vallaslin. But knowing that, we can deduce from the first line that Solas himself once bore what he claims to having been slave markings, and he specifically notes 'he burned her off his face' (of which said said scar is above his nose, towards his right brow), which we can now safely assume with what we know of them being closely intertwined, to mean that the vallaslin were specifically Mythal's. When? When did he bear her markings? Are they left out in the depictions of his Regrets? Possibly, they are his 'memories' after all. Or did he 'burn them off' shortly after? No, I feel like, logically, he must have burned the vallaslin off his face after he left her, and started his rebellion. And then the other question that has me very intrigued is: how? Now because of the ending of Veilguard, we have it confirmed that Solas was indeed bound to 'service' (in some degree) to Mythal, and he subsequently was released from it. This could lead people to possibly think it to be her binding him to her will when she 'asked him to come', but that doesn't feel right. Solas values freedom an incredible amount, and we also have known him to be referred to by her as an 'old friend', and he viewed her in a similar light (although he seemed a whole lot more... I want to use the word 'intimate' here, actually, in regards to his emotions towards her; but that's a topic for later). But this is to say that all of this, plus his reaction within DAI (and Veilguard's ending), make little sense to me if she had robbed him of his free will, so I absolutely think that he went into Mythal's 'service' willingly, and the vallaslin came with that (or perhaps, the vallaslin served as a form of protection vs. the other Evanuris depending on the 'meaning' of the markings at the time). I actually need to go back through everything in Veilguard with a fine-tooth comb, but there genuinely seems to be zero evidence to me of Solas ever filling any sort of role that could be seen as akin to 'enslaved', and on top of that, Mythal seems to also be officially tied to benevolence, and its counterpart of justice. So even from her point of view, it would seem very ill-fitting, or at least in my opinion. Now keeping this in mind, but thinking back to the post-Well of Sorrows conversation with the Inquisitor in DAI, it becomes rather interesting and complicated, does it not?

Solas: I begged you not to drink from the Well! Why could you not have listened? Inquisitor: Solas… Solas: You gave yourself into the service of an ancient elven god! Inquisitor: What does that mean, exactly? Solas: You are Mythal’s creature now. Everything you do, whether you know it or not, will be for her. You have given up a part of yourself.

Ah, the elves. Ah, the elves. I need to write up a proper post about Mythal, Solas and this dynamic as a whole, but I think it'll be a lengthy one. I just think it's paramount to address, but I also think that I'm in the minority in terms of opinion. But for now, yes, have my incoherent thoughts.

[shrunkupthejams]

hello tumblr, good timezone! a little life update (which was written at 2am? and gets very rambly and long but *shrugs* i tried to break up the walls of text a bit):

1. did i disappear? yes. will i elaborate on that? not really, i don't feel like it. but i will say that once you take a break from social media it is really hard to go back. it's very freeing, and that made me worried about how tumblr would take over the little free time i have if i came back. also hyperfixations are a lot harder to not hyperfixate on when i frequently spend time on here. overall, idk how long i was gone for, but it was a very good, much needed break that was probably great for my brain.

2. idk if i'm back back yet. we shall see. again productivity is doing much better without any tumblr in my system, as much as i do love spending time here.

3. i have read some very inspiring fics lately and am having many writing thoughts! which is great bc i really fell into a slump that i haven't been able to get out of this year like... back in may, or whatever. unfortunately, i have no time between catching up on missing school work from being sick, my job, and fucking moving. so.

4. not very tumblr relevant, but oh my god im fucking moving. again. story of my life basically. it's. fine. just happened really fast and it's weird to process. im officially in moving limbo for the next two weeks. and that sucks. but it's ultimately good for my system, i think, because i was getting restless waiting for the usual regularly scheduled "big change" in my life, and that quota is now being filled and it's relieving.

5. dear lord i don't even want to look in my notifications.. if anyone tagged me in stuff while i was out... im so sorry but it's likely lost in the pile. avoiding my problems on social media is like my specialty, and my notes is currently one of those problems.

6. (if you see me unfollow a bunch of stranger things blogs (hello, i know some of those are mutuals), im sorry but i clogged my dash with st blogs so bad and i cannot afford slipping into that hyperfixation rn. i can't do that to myself. it's not personal or anything. so um. don't mind me haha.. i should really consider the state of my dash before i follow... but alas, i do not. one of the main reasons i typically avoid the hellscape that is instagram! oh and tbh, i knew it was time to come back to this hellsite when i started casually wasting like. an actual amount of time on instagram semi-regularly. that's when yk it's time to go like fuck i do not want to be in a place where i am wasting time on instagram of all places. wasting time on tumblr is at least tasteful. sorry artists of instagram ily but i simply cannot.)

7. ahaha watch me avoid my sideblogs after this (not that's incredibly relevant). i can only involve myself in social media so much rn...

8. more irl news: after, at least of 2022 and then some of saying i need therapy, i'm finally getting therapy! first appointment booked for this wednesday babey :) thank GOD. definitely needed this after discovering that apparently you can have grandfather issues, as if my current parental issues weren't enough.

9. another irrelevant irl update: i got my license! fucking finally! idk if i ever complained about that on here but YEAH. it feels like so much has changed since i was last active on tumblr..

10. as a final bit of news, since this got fucking long im so sorry, im trying out the name kurtis now. seeing how that fits :)

and um yeah that's how my life is going rn. ill try not to go off in the tags about anything, considering the length of this post. sure makes that relatively new dashboard post shortening feature come in handy tho! haha..

[b-rainlet]

Just want to say I love your blog. Your TUA content is lovely and I can't say what a breath of fresh air it is to find another Luther champion. The fandoms treatment of him, istg, some of the most ludacris nonsense I've ever had to read. Especially love how you point out he's ALWAYS been so sweet and selfless when it comes to Allison and her personal happiness. Anyway I saw you say you seem confident alluther will actually happen. I sure hope so, but why do you figure? The antis are so loud.

Awwwww, thank you anon, you’re so sweet! Yeah, this blog is on 24/7 loving Luther lockdown! I feel like the antis are easing up a little bit after S2 aired because most of Luther’s scenes were used as comedic relief and the faves he was clashing with (Diego and Vanya) seem to have a better relationship with him now, so it’s not as bad anymore, but I have to admit I never ever go into the main tag so I can’t be 100% sure. 

Maybe you should try looking through the ‘Luther Protection Squad’ tag to find some more like-minded people? I swear there are more of us out there!

But to come to the Alluther question: 

I know that the antis are loud and I’ve noticed that most of them have counted S2 as a win for them, talking about how Allison ‘moved on’ and how Alluther won’t happen but I disagree (and I will now launch into a rambly post about why lmao).

WARNING: CONTAINS S2 SALT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

All of this is based on the assumption though that they will be somewhat consistent in their writing regarding Alluther and S2 taught me that that isn’t very likely, so maybe I’m completely wrong and Alluther will never ever be mentioned in S3, but based on what happened so far, I could see them as an endgame couple. 

I mean in S1 they were a pretty big plot point so I don’t think I have to say anything about that but even though the Alluther scenes have been toned down in S2 they were there. 

Let’s see what antis would say about why Alluther won’t happen: 

Allison is married

And? Allison has been married before and still mentioned comparing every man she ever loved/dated to Luther. Allison has been married and she has had a kid with another guy and still Alluther was going strong. 

Not to mention that the end of this season has made it very clear we won’t see Raymond again.

Raymond (and Sissy) are temporary love interests for this particular season and both of them cannot leave their timeline without majorly fucking things up - at least according to Five, but the whole timetravel rules can change at the drop of a hat - but more importantly, both of them had a talk with their respective lovers about wanting to stay in their timeline. 

So unless Allison will return to the 60s (which doesn’t seem likely tbh), Raymond is gone for good. 

 Raymond was her true love tho! Like Klave!

I don’t think antis actually word it like this but I’ve noticed how all of them hopped onto the Almond train immediately and keep gushing about how good and cute they are and that’s great! You can ship what you wanna ship! But I think a lot of the love for this ship has to do with how it prevents Alluther from happening. If Allison is deeply in love with this wholesome man, she can’t ever like her brother. 

But tbh….I didn’t buy Almond. For two people who are happily married they crumble and burn awfully fast. 

And tbh, I was thinking about making a post about this so I’m gonna add this rant here but I just wanna preface this with the fact that I don’t hate them and I don’t hate people who ship them, I’m just….using this opportunity to poke some hole into their relationship. 

I think it would’ve been more believable if Raymond and Allison would be in the early stages of dating while all of S2 goes down. Think about it.

They are married? After one year? I mean, as far as I know, Allison has been in the 60s for about two years - since Luther was the first one who arrived and he spent 3 years there??? But I am not fact-checking this, so correct me if I’m wrong - so she had time to get used to being there, adjust to having no voice, meet Raymond, fall in love with him and get married to him. 

And considering she could already talk again it must’ve have been a while before she started talking to/dating Raymond? I don’t think a wound like that wouldn’t take a while to heal but with this show’s consistency, maybe it did. 

I was actually hoping Allison would stay mute for a while longer but alas

So, they got married pretty fast imo, and you could argue that it’s the 60s but 

Allison isn’t from the 60s

Allison just got out of a bad marriage. There’s like, a year?? maybe?? between her first marriage and her second one and tbh, I don’t think Allison would get married again so fast, tying herself to someone again almost immediately, especially if you consider what getting married in the 60s means for a woman and her personal freedom (it’s hinted at with Sissy but not with Allison and even though Raymond was probably a good husband who let her have her freedom and her say in things - as we can see with their movement - it’s still the 60s. Women couldn’t earn their own money. They couldn’t even spend any money without having to ask their husband. They were basically property of their husband and I can’t believe Allison would immediately jump back into being married, no matter how nice and good the guy is). 

“That just means it’s true love! That’s why their marriage may seem rushed!”

Yeah true love. I also keep secrets from my true love.

I mean, I understand that Allison couldn’t start talking about time travel or Raymond would’ve started thinking she’s crazy or something - and maybe would’ve sent her to a mental institution as is his right as a husband, so good idea getting married! - but she didn’t mention stuff like “I had a child.” or “I lost my family.” either and those are vague enough to not raise questions.

I mean, she could’ve lied! She could’ve said Claire is dead, which considering the apocalypse was what they were escaping is true!

She could’ve talked about how she had a family, but they kinda lost each other - maybe talking about how they all moved away and she doesn’t know where they are now, even though she misses them terribly. 

I mean, I simply can’t believe that she had to grief for her own child all on her own and she didn’t even tell her husband (and she couldn’t even properly be sad about it since Raymond and her lived together, so she probably didn’t have many moments where she could think about the future and the things she lost without the possibility of being walked in on). 

And how much it would’ve meant if there would’ve been a scene of her crying over Claire when she thinks she’s alone, but alas.

Then there’s also the whole added drama to their relationship. Which was btw, so unnecessary.

@showwriters: Why do you establish a relationship you obviously want to be viewed as full of love and instead of letting it be the steady rock the character can lean on during all the already ongoing chaos, you add drama to it and let it fall apart as a side plot which immensely suffers from not being shown/explored enough. 

I mean, we already have relationship drama with Vanya/Sissy and that relationship feels more natural because their obstacles are outside forces and not...one of them distrusting the other. 

You know, I get why Raymond is suspicious, I totally do! I just don’t think it makes the relationship believable. 

Once again, if they would’ve been in the early stages of dating and suddenly Allison’s weird brothers appear and she seems to be in cahoots with the cops, I would also think ‘???’ and it would’ve made perfect sense for Raymond to be confused and distrustful and not want to talk to Allison. 

But they’re married. They’re married and they vowed to love each other in sickness and in health and yet Raymond immediately jumps to ‘Allison is a spy’.

The woman you love enough to marry. That’s your first thought. Okay. 

(And if you wanna compare that to Vissy...Vanya suddenly drives off in the night to meet her family and disappears for a while and she apparently did something to Harlan and now he’s behaving weirdly and has powers….and she’s talking about taking Sissy and him to the future…..and yet….Sissy trusted Vanya). 

And tbh, I was done with their whole relationship the moment Allison spent the whole night calling every single hospital, trying to find out whether her husband was in one of them - was even alive - in tears and close to breaking down because the last time she saw him they were both involved in a riot and the possibility of him being in jail or hurt is very high only to find out…..

…..he had a meeting with their group without telling her because he doesn’t trust her. 

And what? He couldn’t have called her to at least tell her he’s okay and he’s gonna stay somewhere else overnight because shady shit did just go down that they need to discuss but he wants to be alone for now? That’s the bare minimum and yet he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t even call to make sure she is okay since running away doesn’t mean she couldn’t have accidentally been dragged into a brawl and hurt. 

Once again: They are married. 

So tbh, all I got from this relationship is the feeling that Allison simply didn’t wanna be alone in this new timeline and that isn’t an explicit point against Alluther. 

Okay, but….Allison moved on! So she still won’t get with Luther!

Did she? Did she really? I don’t think so. I mean, one of the first things we get from Allison aside from ‘She’s married’ is ‘She looks at the moon so often, her husband notices and gets her a book related to that’. 

That’s one of the most blatant ways they could’ve said: ‘She misses Luther.’

And Luther only. Not the whole family, Luther. If they wanted to somehow make this platonic or familial, they wouldn’t have taken the character she is canonly interested in romantically (which she is and has been since S1, no matter what antis say). 

I mean, if they only wanted to show ‘She misses her family’ they could’ve added a scene where she listens to the kid next door playing the violin or sees a boy in schoolboy shorts or maybe mistakes someone for Diego or whatever, endless possibilities. But they didn’t. 

They made it very clear she misses Luther and I don’t think she had a scene that shows her missing any of her other siblings in such a way (which is btw paralleled by the scene where Luther mistakes someone for Allison, which is also the only scene where he’s shown thinking about one of his siblings to the point he thinks he sees them - as far as I remember). 

But that’s probably only a coincidence, right?

Then there’s them meeting for the first time. I mean, they hug and the rest of the world disappears.

They took the time to shoot/cut this scene in a way that, when Allison and Luther hug after years of not seeing each other, everyone else isn’t in the shot anymore and it’s just them. Because they tried to make this as platonic as possible. 

(In comparison, Allison and Diego don’t even hug. And Klaus and Allison do hug and it’s a happy moment but there is no romantic music and it’s more focused on them being happy to see each other and not framed as a romantic scene. I mean, I have no clue regarding things like ‘motifs’ and ‘scenery’ but just watch those two hug scenes back to back and you know what I mean). 

Then the scene proceeds and they talk and sit down and Luther mentions her marriage and Allison tries to apologize. 

Just think about that. She doesn’t outright apologize but she does try to explain why she got married by saying how hard it was and is only stopped by Luther telling her he’s glad she wasn’t alone. 

How….how can you read that as a platonic convo between brother and sister? Just replace Luther with Klaus. Why would she feel the need to explain herself and seems guilty about being married? Is it because it implies she gave up on finding her family? If so, that would be her reaction with every sibling but she is explicitly like this with Luther. She tells Klaus she’s married too, and in that scene it’s definitely a ‘siblings catching up’ moment and it’s a happy moment and she doesn’t seem apologetic about being married. 

She is with Luther. 

Because they both know that there’s something between them and has been for a long time, to the point that Allison is visibly jealous when Luther has other relationships (his one-night-stand in S1) and this is the second time Allison has turned towards another man instead of waiting for Luther. And that’s why she tries to apologize. That’s why she tries to explain that she couldn’t know whether they - whether Luther - would ever show up, so she tried her best to move on - but she didn’t really, hence the moon scene. 

(This is also the scene where Luther could’ve been angry with her - and she probably would’ve thought he’s in the right - since during the days leading up to the apocalypse it seemed like they were slowly working towards being together - even if the kiss never happened, there’s still the phone booth scene which is basically Luther confessing his feelings - and now she once again leaves him standing alone, waiting for her to possibly return to him. 

But he isn’t, he just tells her he’s glad that she wasn’t alone. Because he is the actual embodiment of a gentleman and this world doesn’t deserve him). 

And this is just what I remember from watching the season once and then not really engaging with it, I can’t understand how antis can see those scenes and come to entirely different conclusions. But I guess, you really only see what you wanna see, huh?

But, but…...Incest is disguting! Even their siblings think so!

They don’t. They really don’t. There’s a gifset on tumblr somewhere compiling the scenes in S1 that show how chill the sibs are with Alluther, but let’s disregard those and just focus on S2 since they changed up a lot from the prior season and antis seem to think S2 was them finally saying ‘No Alluther’. 

I guess there’s the hair salon scene where Vanya, Klaus and Allison talk about relationships and Klaus lightly teases Allison for liking Luther. 

Now, he mentions Allison crushing on their brother in the same sentence where he talks about Vanya and her ‘Farmfrau’ and unless I missed it, he doesn’t change his voice. He doesn’t suddenly sound completely disgusted, or like he wants to vomit or whatever people think, so either, he thinks Vissy is as ‘disgusting’ as Alluther, or, he thinks both are simply relationships his sibs are interested in pursuing and he teases them about them like a sibling may do. 

And then you have Allison’s reaction. 

She doesn’t go: ‘Oh yeah, that was gross, what was I thinking’, she doesn’t make a face or disgusted noises or what, no, she tries to defend herself and her feelings. 

Which tells us: 

Despite popular belief to disregard Allison’s say in the Alluther relationship, she wants the relationship and she is obvious enough about it their siblings know (and Klaus makes it a point to say ‘Allison is into Luther’ and not ‘Luther likes Allison and Allison tolerates it). 

Alluther is brought up while they talk about current relationships, implying Allison still feels this way (especially because the way she reacts doesn’t make it seem like it’s a long over relationship with no longer relevant feelings. But again, I watched the season once and I don’t remember everything that was said. I think this is telling enough though). 

So..tell me again how everyone thinks Alluther is disgusting?

By now anon is thinking: ‘What is the point of all this rambling?’ 

And yeah, I am sorry for going way too into detail but I just wanted to make it clear that if the writers were intend on killing Alluther off in S2 - like antis believe - then everything I just mentioned wouldn’t have happened.

(And that’s without even mentioning the cpr scene). 

Alluther did get reduced but it didn’t vanish even though they decided to completely erase other things (like Claire and Eudora who are barely or not at all mentioned or things like Kliego being very close). 

This would’ve been the best opportunity! They re-meet in the 60s and Allison is happily married and takes the time to tell Luther he should move on. Or both are single and Luther tries to ask where they’re standing and whether she would like to try with him and she goes ‘This would be a mistake’ and that’s it.

(I am making Allison the one who ends things because it would be ooc for Luther to just end the possible relationship after waiting for Allison for years and there needs to be some consistency even in the mess that was S2). 

But! This didn’t happen!

Alluther is more or less back where it was in S1. Allison isn’t in a relationship anymore and won’t get back with the guy and Luther loves her no matter what. And the cheek kiss seems to leave them both on a hopeful note of finally getting together. 

So unless they use S3 to once again redo the show, it feels like Alluther is set up to be endgame. Like, I am getting ‘star-crossed lovers’ vibes where you’re just waiting for them to finally get together - because they just belong - but things keep getting in the way.  

You could compare it Diego/Lila in that regard, I think it’s pretty obvious those two are gonna end up together too. 

I have another ask about how they could get together, where I will definitely ramble more, but this shall be it for now. I hope it was halfway consistent. (And doesn’t have too many typos, I’m too lazy to check).

Also the formatting is shit but idc, I spent like two hours on this

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

strawberry ice cream

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags: university!au, shyboy!doyoung

Warnings: none

day 13 of 30 days with NCT

Synopsis: in which you find there is only one thing in the world sweeter than ice cream.

// and I just cannot figure out why you give me butterflies // (x) 

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[14:09]

Surely, this was the most perfect day of the year. The clouds - though hardly there - rested overhead in light pastel pink mounds. A perfect azure hue painted early afternoon sky. Every other day in spring had been drab and grey, as if mocking the anxiety stirring about in your mind regarding the date you had today. Yet, the day came, the day was here, and you couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful 24 hours. 

The light flush dusting your cheeks matched the giddy smile on your freshly glossed lips. The pretty plastic spoon between your fingers twitched nervously as you stole frequent glances up at the handsome, dark haired man sitting across from you. Part of you still couldn’t believe he had asked you all of five days ago if you had wanted to go out today. After all, you had been 90 percent sure the stares you’d steal at him during Advanced Composition weren’t at all that noticeable. 

Still, the passing conversations Doyoung had started to feel more intimate than those exchanged between strangers and the way he’d always come to sit by you. His mere presence was calming and though it brought your heart racing faster than anything else could, there was just something about him and his gentle smile, soft words, and shy glances that drew you in. Then he asked if you liked ice cream, to which you nodded eagerly.  

And so you sat across from him in the quiet, dainty little ice cream parlor with a perfectly garnished bowl of strawberry ice cream sitting, waiting between the two of you. As happy as you were to be on this date, to be spending time with him, a strange timidness had set itself deep in your chest. There was a silence between the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, silences with Doyoung had never been uncomfortable. No, this silence was heavy with words that had yet to be said. What do you say in an instance like this? you wracked your mind for any silly conversation starter. Conversations with your ebony haired classmate had never been this difficult in class. 

Raising your head up from the pristine bowl of ice cream to look at him, you opened your mouth, ready to say something, anything and break the inaudible tension that really shouldn’t have existed between the two of you in the first place. But, Doyoung beat you to it. 

“Y/N..” he looked up to meet your gaze, bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth. 

“Yes, Doyoung?” A shy smile painted itself on your lips and something, some part of you sighed with relief. You had no idea how much longer you could have held the silence. 

Tearing his gaze away from yours, he glanced down at his fingers before looking back up at you. “Why’d you say ‘yes’?”

The question had your brows furrowing in an instant. “What do you mean?” 

“I don’t- I don’t know,” he stuttered, eyes widening at the notion he might have offended you. He looked back down at his lap, cursing under his breath. Why was it so hard to talk to you, now? “I guess I just meant, like… why did you say ‘yes’ to coming on this date with me?” 

Oh. The confused frown melted from your features and back into the same bashful smile Doyoung had fallen for the first time he saw you. His heart rate skyrocketed and the blush he had tried so hard to push down threatened to paint itself right back over his face. Reaching forward with the spoon, he took a bite of ice cream. 

“I’ll answer that as long as you answer me one question.” Something new sparkled in your eyes as you leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. 

“Alright,” he agreed readily. That was fair. “Why, is it something embarrassing?” 

“No, no, not at all. I just- nevermind.” You waved off the questions playfully and shrugged. “But anyways, to answer your question-” you paused. An airy laugh trickled from your lips, bringing a smile to his. “-I just, I thought it was obvious.”

“What was obvious?” Had this been anyone else, Doyoung would have been embarrassed at all the simple questions that dropped, purely unfiltered, from his befuddled mind to his stumbling lips. But it was you and you had a certain way of jumbling his words before they found their way into actual conversation. You just smiled down into your lap before tilting your head to look at him through your wispy lashes. 

“The fact that I like you, Doyoung.”

If he had the power to stop time, Doyoung would most definitely have stopped it right then and there. Because the way your lips shaped the smallest smile brought upon a new wave of butterflies in his stomach and the tint of pink in your cheeks had his mind reeling. You were too perfect for this world. But alas, he could not pause time just to stare at you a little while longer, so you continued. 

“You’re so kind, Doyoung. You’re polite. You always make time for conversation with me, even if it’s about the strangest things like your pet rabbit’s dislike of carrots or your roommate’s inability to wash his dishes and put away his laundry.” He ran a slow hand through his hair in awe and released a slow chuckle. You even remembered the silliest things he’d bring up in conversation just to make you laugh. And still you went on. 

“You’re handsome and every time you smile, I can’t help but smile, too. I know so many other people who would jump at the chance to spend even just a single class period sitting by you, but I’ve never seen it go to your head. I love the time we spend together. Being around you… it’s comforting, it’s a breath of fresh air after a long day and I-I… I never thought I would say this out loud, but I really like you, Doyoung. Like in the way that I’m glad I got the chance to spend this day and every other day with you.” There was really nothing but genuine, adulterated affection in your voice. The gentle smile that graced your lovely features left him awestruck. 

“I- thank you. I’m… I don’t know what to say.” The weight of what you had just confessed out loud hit you like a brick through a glass window. Panic rose in your system. Had you really just said all that? Goodness, Y/N. He probably thinks you’re crazy. But the second your eyes met his and your mind processed the brightest smile you had ever seen on his face, any worry you had melted into nothing.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, finally mustering the courage to scoop a bite of strawberry ice cream up. A satisfied moan escaped your mouth when the flavor hit your tongue. There couldn’t be anything in the world sweeter than this- oh right, you had a question for him, too. Shoving the spoon back down, you resituated yourself on the chair. “Oh yeah, the question I had for you was… well, I just wanted to ask you why you asked me to spend time with you today.” 

“You mean you never noticed?” It was your turn to study him curiously and it took you a moment to realize the pink tint on his cheeks had yet to disappear. 

You shook your head, ‘no’. “Noticed what?” 

Another awkward chuckle fell from his lips as he cleared his throat and did his best to look you in the eye. “God, I-I thought I was the most obvious thing in the world, staring at you when I thought you weren’t looking during class, offering to walk you to your next class, striking up conversations with you about Mr. Nibbles and how frustrating Taeyong is when he doesn’t put away his clothes… I- I guess I’m rambling at this point, aren’t I?” 

“No,” you smiled, reaching out with one of your hands to cover one of his. A small smile appeared on his lips. “Not at all.”

“Well, I guess I should come outright and say it.” With his free hand, Doyoung enveloped your much smaller hands with his and took a deep breath. When his dark eyes finally met yours, you almost gasped with how much more confidence radiated off him. “I like you, too, Y/N. Being with you gives me like the worst case of butterflies. And… finding the right words to talk to you about things that should be simple like the weather and how beautiful you look every day... it’s so. Damn. Hard. My mind goes blank every time I try to approach you an-and - oh my god, I’m doing it again!” 

A small giggle escaped your lips the moment his serious facade cracked. Back was the same, adorable, bumbling boy caught in a man’s body that you had fallen in love with at the beginning of the semester. He mumbled on, something along the lines of how sorry he was that none of his words were making sense anymore. But, with a newfound stroke of confidence, you slipped one of your hands out of his, cupped his cheek, and closed the gap between your lips, effectively silencing the unending stream of words falling from his mouth. 

It only took a moment for him to respond and when he did… you realized there just might be one thing in the world sweeter than strawberry ice cream. 

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it’s fanfic ramble o’clock, nerds.

I decided to fill this out even though nobody actually tagged me to do it. Rebel, rebel!

Name: Hannah / the artist known as DOLLSOME since like 2003.

Fandoms: I have been writing fanfiction since literally the year 2001 (there’s a horrifying thought for ya!), so at this point, I’ve Been Around. The fandoms I have written in this year are The Durrells, Gilmore Girls, Game of Thrones, Anne With an E, The Handmaid’s Tale, Good Omens, Killing Eve, Arrested Development, Brooklyn 99, and Grace and Frankie.

Where you post: AO3. (Though I forever pine for the days of fanficcing it up on LJ! The comment culture during the LJ era of fanfic was truly just magical.)

Most popular oneshot: By kudos, hold my hand as i’m lowered, which is a very old Jaime/Brienne fic from before season three even aired. Huh!

Most popular multi-chapter story: i’d like for you and i to go romancing. I still cannot entirely wrap my mind around the reaction to that one. Like, WHAT?????

Favorite story you wrote: Honestly, probably Whatever our souls are made of, aka the one where Edward Cullen comes to Chilton and tries to woo Rory and Paris ain’t havin’ it, just because it is very me to the depths of my soul. I also love The Best Of It, just because it was a long and winding road, but I did it!!

Story you were nervous to post: Les Magicians Dangereux. Me while writing, in some weird state of unhingedness: Ahahaha, I’m a comic genius! Me immediately after posting: oh my God, I can’t write Arrested Development; I can’t believe I wrote this fic about cousins dating as if that’s socially acceptable; there’s not even any such thing as pomegranate-flavored La Croix!!!!!! I’VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE. Honestly, I’m still nervous it exists, but apparently not enough to delete it.

How you choose your titles: Usually song lyrics, poems, or quotes! (After a lot of suffering, because I hate thinking up titles!) Occasionally I will use a phrase from the story itself. Also occasionally, I will just go bonkers, as in the case of The Shower Curtains Have (Hippo) Eyes, Or: Why Interior Designing To Torment Your Spouse Is Never A Good Idea In The Long Run. (I’ve been known to get extra wild w/ Gilmore Girls fic titles. I blame the funky spirit of the episode titles themselves.)

Do you outline: I do for long projects, but since I don’t usually write long projects for fic (The Best Of It taught me that I should not live that kind of life!), I tend to just open a word document, scribble scraps of each scene from roughly beginning to end in said document, and then go back and fill in the blanks. Once upon a time, I used to be an actual chronological writer, which is something I can’t comprehend at this stage in my life. If I finish writing an entire sentence in one sitting it’s a marvel!

Complete: 256, says AO3! Let us not speak of my fanfiction from The Before Times of LJ and Ff.N.

In-progress: AO3 says 9, but let’s be real ... those are all abandoned. (I really want to finish the Mary/Branson Downton Abbey one though! That one, in particular, haunts me. O muse, have mercy!) I also abandoned a certain bonkers Harry Potter WIP by the name of Lamentations of a Starry-Eyed Twit in the year 2007 on Ff.N and the guilt haunts me still. Auriga Sinistra, I’m sorry!!

Coming soon/not yet started: I don’t actually have anything planned, apart from a partially-written Rory/Paris Halloween-in-Stars-Hollow story from last year that I would love to post on the holiday this year. I’m not sure if I’m going to have time to do it, alas, but I would love if I somehow magically pulled myself together enough to! It begins with a town meeting scene that, frankly, brings me intense amusement.

Do you accept prompts: Yes! I don’t always fill them, because my inspiration levels are very fickle, but I always appreciate them!

Upcoming story you’re excited to write: The Raris Halloween one?? Maybe??? Also, I have no clue what awaits me in impulsively-writing-The-Durrells-fic land, but I won’t dare to presume that that era in my life is actually over yet. I would also love to do more Killing Eve to tide my heart over until season three.

[delicrieux]

my little world

PAIRING: felix rosier x reader

summary: (name) has finally graduated Hogwarts and has invited some close friends to celebrate!

this is a concontion i’ve created by combining sevral requests and @wispila ‘s beautiful art:   Helloo,, can I request a fic of Felix Rosier (aaahh sorry, a lot of people are probably requesting for him, but the way you portrayed him extremely caught my heart) If possible, just a little one shot, after Felix' graduation from hogwarts and mc would write to him during summer and eventually, they go out exploring the muggle world, and going out on dates. They're supposed to lay off magic because (this must be corny but,) the magic is already their love for each other ??? / plz plz plz some felix x mc cuteness!!! / Hello! Love your felix x mc fics. Can you maybe write more? Maybe something after mc graduates Hogwarts?

a/n: the letters are my favorite part to write. also, the bit abt the russian scarf: i actually saw this girl wearing it when i was @ theatre and it opened my eyes to all new fashion possibilities. AND, felix knows french that’s a hc and you cant prove me otherwise. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @slytherin-princess1 FOR COMING THRUUUU WITH THIS AESTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!!! <3  ily babes<3 

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3)

Felix Rosier is unnaturally nervous when he knocks on your door; your neighbourhood is lively and full of young children playing in their yards, cars passing by to find a free parking space, and animals running around for a more secluded place to nap in. It is all a stark contrast to his home - wrapped up in solitude - as yours is the epitome of rowdy British life. He notes your muggle neighbours watching football on the telly from where he stands; the window is open and they are screaming profanities and cheers alike. The sky, golden and rosy, casts a dim glow on the world. His hand, holding a carefully picked batch of colourful flowers, sweats. He overhears some teens rave about an unfamiliar punk band. Felix Rosier, in all his glory, has never felt more out of place. He looks posh and feels ridiculous. Perhaps he should just leave?

This ongoing train of thought, more of doubt than anything, promptly stops when you swing the door open, your small frame draped over by a black Russian scarf with ornaments and flowers adoring its back. He inhales sharply at the sight, his lips, much to his displeasure as he can no longer hold his cool façade, quirk into a smile. It is the same gift he had sent you many moons ago, when he was touring Russia with his family. He figures, due to the two of you exchanging letters every week for years now, that it would only be natural, if not a bit forward, to bring back a souvenir. Though, Felix could hardly help himself. The scarf simply reminded him of you, and he had no choice but to purchase it. But…now that he thinks of it, thinks how beautiful you look wearing something he gifted, something that he very clearly indented you to wear, everything that he saw in Russia, everything ringing true to beauty – paintings, statues, a little flowers – always reminded him of you.

“You made it.” You beam, stepping aside to let him enter your humble abode, though not missing the chance to eye the pretty flowers in his grasp. You blush lightly, already anticipating as to when he will give them to you. You momentarily rack your mind for where your mother hid all the vases. “The rest are in the garden.” You say as you close the door with a soft click.

His eyes stop wandering around your humble palace – it is more muggle like than he had expected, but somehow it makes it all the more cosy. Magic is a double sided coin, after all. Some, like his parents, and many other pureblood families chose to view it as a tool of power, manipulation, and calculation. However, the more humane ones, like your family, like you, use it to enhance the human aspects; the soft aspects, per se, making the lights not as glaring, or the washing machine not as loud. Again, he feels alien to your world, but is strangely content with being a part of it.

You walk past him, most likely to lead the way, but he grabs your wrist and you promptly stop. Curious, you turn to him. Blasted nerves, got the best of him again. He would rather do this here, alone, with you. He does not want probing eyes. Your friends are a favourable bunch, you had insisted on it, but he is much older than you, and this is awkward enough as it is. The two of you had only really become close in your sixth year, when he was stressed from work and you of upcoming graduation, curses, and Jacob being back. You had always been a pupil to him, but now…It would be hard to imagine you in that same image. He does not wish to, either.

“(Name) (Lastname),” Felix addresses you formally, as if to give a grand speech. You refrain from snorting. His look of refinement soon shifts to careful admiration, “Or simply… Mon Petit Monde [1] .” Your heart swells in your chest and you grin; he lets go of you to take out his wand. Whispering a few spells under his breath, the flowers he had been holding swirl and turn and link to one another to make a crown that, after floating in the air for a few short seconds, slowly lands onto your head, “Congratulations on completing seven dangerous years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and only losing a handful of House points I could complain about. You have been, and continue to be, an outstanding witch, trusted friend, and loving woman. “He never breaks eye contacts as he says this, “I am immensely proud of you. And…I love you.”

“Oh, Felix…” You pull him into a tight embrace, “You absolute…you…sweetheart! The distain for other is just a facade, isn’t it?”

“…Sure.” He replies awkwardly after a pause, and you snicker.

Standing on your tippy-toes you kiss the side of his lips, whispering, “And I love you, as well…” Grasping his hand firmly, with no intention of letting go, you say, “Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends. Also, Jacob wants to meet you.”

“Should I be worried?”

You look him dead in the eye, “Only if you have something to hide.”

“Just your many misbehavings and foolish adventures during your first few years at Hogwarts. Oh, and your embarrassing love confession.”

“What was embarrassing about my confession?”

“You sent me a Howler.”

“…I’m just…really… passionate…”

 BONUS:

Mon Petit Monde,

You have a way with words like no other. It is troubling to admit how deeply they had affected me. I would be lying if I said that I do not miss your letters, and that they do not make me happy when they finally come. I would also be lying if I said that I do not keep and cherish every single one of them, no matter their coherency. Even if it is one sentence only. The most letters I get are from my friends and colleagues, and they all are dull in comparison. Perhaps I am…blinded. Perhaps your letters mean so much because you write them. Forgive me, I am rambling.

I have been greatly distracted these past few months and I have desperately tried to find a cure for this madness. I feel as if there is a weight on my chest that must be lifted. I have thought hard about it on many sleepless nights, and concluded that, and please do not hate me for this, I am completely enraptured by you. I wish I could say this to you in person. But I am too far away and you are still but a student at the end of your school adventure, and I cannot visit Hogwarts, and you cannot visit me. I wished to see your eyes when I confess. You have the prettiest ones, and I feel as if I can tell no lie when I am in your presence and therefore I would be strict, coherent, to the point. I would not dawdle. Alas, I have no choice but to tell you, because I feel as if I will drown if I do not. Last summer, when we met after so many years, was when something awoke in me, something I myself cannot explain. What I did know is that I could not look at you too much, because if I would I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes away from you at all. I tried to fight this feeling, yet to no avail. Only you can douse it if you wish, or let it burn freely if that is what you desire.

I understand if you do not return my feelings. A part of me thinks that is for the best. Yet another, the one I am slipping to deeper and deeper, wishes for nothing more than to hold you close, day and night. I wait anxiously for your letter, if you chose me to grace me with an answer at all. Either way, I am glad I told you.

Yours, forever,

Felix

[1] mon petit monde - my little world (french)

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The Nine/Rose/Jack hunger is real

Oooh, thank you for this ask (in response to my tags on this polyamory moodboard post) Let me tell you about how much I have thought about this!! More under the cut, because my thoughts are all over the place and want to turn angsty…..

Ok, there are a lot of beautiful fics written set right in the sweet spot of this era, particularly WMR on Teaspoon has quite a lot of good ones. I have two other favorite ones to rec: 

Chilly by Darcie - this has so many things I love and is probably exactly in my headcanon wheelhouse! “Canadian Shack” trope, hypothermia, hurt/comfort, Nine and Rose in an established relationship inviting Jack to join them. The one fic I’ve started writing has a similar backbone, so that probably means I imprinted on this one, haha. 

Of Broken Strings and Dolls  by @youlighttheskyfanfiction - I cannot EVEN stress how much I love this AU! The three of them are toys in a dump and it’s the Doctor being healed and the most delightful, totally sfw thing. FANTASTIC! 

So….I love the three of them as a team, regardless. Their Team Tardis era is magical and totally my #let me live here. :D I love the fanon of Jack as shipper and instigator who enjoys/is frustrated by their sexual tension.  

To me this OT3 is a slight “what if” canon divergence from the OTP of Nine & Rose. There is definitely enough canonical support for a certain vibe between all of them. I don’t think it was “really” happening (but then I’m on record that I don’t think Nine and Rose consummated anything until That Kiss - fic is for what-ifs!) 

The trouble is, as much as I might want to, I can’t quite get to balanced-poly-triad headcanons for them. This is where the angst alert comes in… (and I completely support other headcanons - anyone feel free to comment with your ideas. I’m just rambling about where my mind goes…)  I feel like Rose and Jack would both be more *in love* with the Doctor than with each other, although they love each other and have a deep friendship. And the Doctor…well, he’s ultimately all about Rose and wanting to make Rose happy. I think he obviously grows to care for Jack, canonically flirts with him, and would enjoy intimacy *if Rose wanted it.* 

If I look at it as primary couple who opens up to a secondary partner who is cool with that, then all is well for a moment in time. Part of this is probably that although I multiship Jack, my endgame OTP for him is Ianto. So there could be a verse where he is with the Doctor and Rose for a time, then meets Ianto somehow. My head always goes to angsty places with this, imagining the changing point of the relationship, Rose tearful and the Doctor stoic as they work through the adjustment. And that’s aside from the angst of Jack having a Martha-type realization that he needs to get out to be #1 to someone (gaaah!) 

Those are all the canon-verse thoughts! In an AU polyamory scenario…who knows!! 

One thing I have not seen yet is a long verse with them working through a lot of emotional changes - if anyone knows of one, please let me know! (ala, The Loved Verse for Ten/Rose/Tentoo.)  My headcanons lead in to that kind of fic, but I have no plot for my unformed ideas, so I don’t know if I would ever do it! Anyway, I very, very much love poly m/f/m dynamics, sexually and emotionally– when the mood strikes it is juuuuust molto bene! :P 

But what do you think??