#Night Sky Photography Class

[upperranktwo]

Good morning beloveds 💖 happy May! Can't believe we're in the 5th month already! I hope this month treats all of you with kindness 💕 ilyyyy

[southislandwren]

I know its because I'm hopped up on caffeine right now but my priorities are sooo fucked up right now. but also once I figure out what the hell bias and dark frames are its all over for you bitches

[bensalah96]

Wenn eine Person dich nicht schätzt, verdient sie dich nicht. إذا كان هناك شخص لا يقدرك ، فهو لا يستحقك. ——————————————————— #egypt #cairo #night #light #sky #winds #Art #photography #phonephotography #phonographer #photoshoot #shotoniphone #photografy #phonephotography #class #classy #quoteoftheday #quotes #quotestagram #menfashion #menstyle #modling #quotesaboutlife #quotesdaily #motivation #motivationalquotes #motivationalspeaker (at Cairo, Egypt) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmDHdmfquj0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mosspapi]

Hmmm there's supposed to b rlly good northern lights tonight but I'm still not entirely sure the building's door locking schedule thing. Do I risk going out later anyways or just pray I can see around the streetlamp and inch-thick grime blocking half my window

[soobnny]

the things we define as love — kim seungmin.

trope. strangers to lovers. college au. just fluff and a rly shy side of seungmin.

synopsis. a study of love through the lens of a tired photography student who has long given up on romance

word count. 2.4k words

warnings. none

note. i thought of this idea during one of my art classes n the stars aligned cuz when i opened pinterest .. low and behold a photo of seungmin with a camera. that’s what birthed this fic basically

What are the things most thought of when asked about love?

Is it the colors you use to paint its beauty in your head? Is it the taste of old chapstick you don’t quite remember the brand of anymore? Is it the reminder of something more painful that left you in resentment?

There are many things Kim Seungmin associates with love – oranges and strawberries freshly picked from the market, the way autumn leaves fall after having held on its tree for so long, the sunrise that greets him when he wakes up, lingering just long enough for him to finish his morning routine, and the way sand falls beneath his feet when he visits the beach.

There are other things too, like photography and its ability to capture moments that otherwise would’ve been gone forever, and like the old couple in front of him.

Seungmin feels a spark in his fingertips, aching to snap a photo of the purest, unadulterated definition of love right before his eyes. He thinks it would be a lovely addition to the project he’s working on for his major subject in photography.

Clearing his throat, he approaches the couple sitting peacefully together by the bench.

They smile up at him, and Seungmin scrunches his face at the thought that he had disturbed their time together.

“Hi. I wanted to… ask permission to take a photo of you two? It’s for a project in my class, we’re supposed to take photographs of the things we define as love, so I was… yeah, I was hoping, if that was alright?”

Seungmin brings a hand at the back of his neck, scratching shyly at his request to which the old woman just smiles fondly at.

“Of course! Honey, did you hear that? This lovely young boy says he wants to take a photo of us.”

She turns to her husband, and Seungmin bites back the urge to take a photo right now – of their excitement, of their sparkling eyes, and of the way they try to fix up the wrinkles of their shirts. The old woman sets her purse down, posture straightening as she loops an arm around her partner. He has a matching grin on his face, actions slightly delayed as they move to angle themselves better.

“Is this alright?” A smile paints their lips and Seungmin nods, sending a thumbs up before grabbing the camera hanging from his neck.

The click of the camera sounds, and Seungmin sneaks in a few shots of them eagerly waiting at a view of the photo.

When he steps forward, they’re already making space for him in between them, and he takes the seat politely. With his camera out to show the picture, he can’t help the way his heart squeezes at their sweet mumbling and the way they thank him for such a lovely photograph.

“This is for your project?” Seungmin nods abashedly at the question, growing even more shy when they ask to see the photos he had taken so far.

While Seungmin has been fairly confident in his skills, he’s suffered through quite a bit of burnout recently. He’s not quite sure he’s escaped it yet which is why he had urged himself to come out today, willed himself to work on his project. He bites down at his lower lip while skimming through the photos on his camera.

There are some of his friend’s pets, the tranquility of the ocean, the stars littering the night sky accompanied by the moon. They shower him in compliments at the sheer beauty of how the images are captured.

“No partner?” A blush sports the boy’s cheeks with the question asked, shaking his head and staring down at the camera in his hands.

In all honesty, Seungmin has long given up on the idea of romantic love for himself. He had the urge of wanting to fall in love years ago – back when he had so much love to give. This had stemmed from the stories and movies where he had caught a glimpse of the love he wished that he had. However, longing and patience can only go so far together, and with years of no one by his side, he’s bound to lose a little bit of hope.

So, he busied himself in his studies.

He finds comfort in believing that someday he’ll know of love that way, but he had long given up on it at present.

As if having read his mind, the old lady places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it too much. You’ll know when you meet them. It will sound like… a train whistle.”

Seungmin is a little lost, a puzzled smile on his lips as he nods his head to urge her to continue.

“There’s this old story by Haruki Murakami of a train whistle in the night. Imagine waking up completely alone in the darkness, and you can’t hear anything, and you don’t know the time. It’s like… like having sunk at the very bottom of the ocean. Have you felt this way before?”

While the old lady speaks in riddles, this is a feeling Seungmin is far too familiar with. He knows all too well the claws of loneliness and the heavy weight of aching hearts and drowning lungs. It has forced its fingers down his throat far too many times, making him believe that if he disappeared right now, no one would even notice.

“But you hear the sound of a train whistle, even if it’s far away in the distance. The clock starts ticking again, and you fall back on the ground. It brings you back to reality, makes you feel heard.”

Seungmin’s fingers pause from fiddling with the shutter, turning to look at the lady. There’s something in her expression… of understanding that he’s never quite fallen into contact with before. Like she’s so sure of it.

He looks back down at his camera, but he makes no move to take another photo.

“It’ll come.” With that, she stands from her seat, flattening down her dress. Her hand comes in contact with her husband’s almost immediately, and they turn on their step to walk back to where they came from.

With a final wave and bright smiles, they disappear into the distance. Huh, how strange.

He emerges back to reality with the sound of his ringtone, and he fishes for his phone tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey, I have that film you need to develop your photos. I’m at the Soul Cup cafe right now, maybe you can drop by to get them?”

“Ah, thanks Hyunjin. I’ll be right there!”

He gets up from the bench himself, having already forgotten of his earlier interactions as he trots back to his university. With his camera safely packed in his camera bag, Seungmin hurries his steps to catch Hyunjin before he leaves.

The sun hasn’t gone yet by the time Seungmin arrives, and he quickly walks into the cafe in search of his friend.

It isn’t difficult to find the silhouette of a man with long pink hair, especially when the coffee shop he liked to frequent wasn’t the most popular among the campus. Although, it seems that someone is with his friend, sitting at the same table with papers strewn around.

“Seungmin, my photographer, you made it!” Hyunjin gets up from his seat, greeting him with a smile and a side hug before directing his attention to you. “Ah, this is (name). (Name), this is Seungmin.”

Seungmin’s breath gets caught in his throat the moment you turn around to exchange pleasantries. His eyes travel around your face, studying your features.

Seungmin isn’t dense, never judges anyone for their looks, but he finds your beauty to be the type subjected to photographs in art galleries. It’s one someone can spend forever admiring and analyzing and never get tired of.

Really pretty, he thinks as he extends a hand to shake yours.

A certain warmth envelopes him when he meets your hand.

“Here’s your film.” A bag is shoved in his general direction, and he grabs it and hugs it by his chest. And then, he’s forced to say his goodbye’s when Hyunjin’s attention shifts back to his own project.

Kim Seungmin sees you again a few weeks after your first encounter.

You’re crouched down on the sidewalk, paint smeared on your hands and clothes. You must be in the art department with Hyunjin, and something about that makes so much sense as Seungmin looks at you. You’re just the type of person to attract art, whether it’s because you create it or because you inspire it.

A closer look at you reveals your messy hair, blown-out by the wind, and a lopsided grin on your face as you call out to the small puppy just by the distance.

He feels the familiar twitch in his fingertips to take a photo. The sight he’s subjected to is too beautiful to not capture. If he took one quick enough, maybe you wouldn’t notice at all.

Seungmin seems to underestimate the actual distance between you and the loud shutter of his camera when he takes the photo. It’s not one of his best moments, and in the moment, he wishes the ground would just swallow him up so he didn’t have to deal with the consequences of his stupid behavior.

His face is already flush with embarrassment the moment you turn around to catch whatever had made that sound.

“Seungmin?” You remember his name, you actually remember his name, and god it couldn’t have sounded any sweeter. Does honey usually drip down the tone of your voice?

When you walk towards him with confusion etched in your face, Seungmin double backs. In the moment, he seriously considers standing in the middle of the road to meet his death instead of facing the embarrassment of explaining to you that he had just taken a photo of you because he thought the moment looked too pretty not to last forever.

He is all nervous laughter when you stop to stand in front of him, head tilted as you stare down at his camera. “Did you just take a photo of me?”

His own words tumble out of his mouth as he tries to explain himself. “Yes, and I’m sorry, I know I should’ve asked for per—“

“Can I see?”

“What?”

“The photo! Can I see it?” You look up at him with a smile, hands behind your back as you sway back and forth while waiting for his response. Only now does he notice the paint on your cheek and the flutter of your eyelashes and the specs of light in your eyes.

Oh god, his stomach doesn’t feel so great, having you look at him like that.

“Uh, sure. Of course!” He fumbles with his camera, clicking on a few buttons before pushing the camera towards you so you can see better. You nod your head, studying the photo before lifting your head back to look at him curiously.

“What’s this for?”

He gulps. “A project… for my class. I’m… I’m in the Photography Department.”

Nodding your head, you flash him another lopsided smile. “You take really pretty pictures. Photography suits you.”

He sends his own boyish, shy smile directed to you at your compliment, bowing slightly in thanks. You simply giggle, shaking your head and telling him you were just telling the truth.

“Can you take another one? I wasn’t aware you were gonna take one so my hair looked a little funny.” You point out, immediately flashing him a grin and a show of a peace sign as if waiting for him to snap a photo in that moment.

He does.

And since then, he has taken multiple photographs of you.

When you would see each other around, you would jokingly strike a pose, and he would take a photo. It’s one of the moments Seungmin treasures and looks forward to.

Usually, he would simply float through the days, unable to feel the ground beneath him, unable to quite tell the time. However, while his days were usually downcast, he finds a little ray of silver lining in the way you smile at him goofily while you readily pose for the camera.

The habit remains even when you meet each other at the Soul Cafe again, Hyunjin as the common friend.

He takes multiple photos of you and Hyunjin that day, some candid and some planned – but when you laugh with your head pulled back and your eyes tearing up just a little at a stupid joke, Seungmin has his camera down.

This sight, of you laughing wholeheartedly, is something he has to see with his own two eyes. He doesn’t think any lens or any photo could do the sight justice.

Hyunjin asks him to walk you home since your dorms are closer to each other, and he happily obliges.

The walk back is short, but it’s still time together, and that was enough for Seungmin.

“Goodnight, Seungmin. Let’s meet each other again!”

Seungmin blinks, unmoving from his position with his hand still lifted in the air from waving at you prior. Your words echo in his head again and again.

Let’s meet each other again.

You want to see him again soon, intentionally this time. You genuinely enjoy his company that you would like to meet him again. Somehow, it’s something Seungmin can’t fathom.

And then you laugh, and it’s a sound that cuts through years of loneliness.

Blood rushes to the tip of his ears, heat engulfing his entire being – a warmth similar to that when he had first met you. He can’t help but stare at you, unable to do or say anything by how dumbfounded he was at such simple words.

When you smile at him one last time, Seungmin can’t help but think that, of all the things that can be associated with love in this world, he thinks none of them quite does it justice like you do.

Seungmin ponders over your words and your shared interactions for the past few weeks on his way home. A gentle smile sits on his face, all because of you and your pretty smile and the brilliance that encompasses the entirety of you.

And then he hears it – quiet, and from a distance. The sound of a train whistle in the night, one so faint he can barely hear it. The clock starts ticking again, and he feels the ground he’s walking on beneath him.

“Oh.” Realization dawns on him, the nudge in his heart visible in his face.

“I see what the old lady means now.”

[wasabidottie]

Brothers Best Friend (Jschlatt)

prologue, part one, part two, part three

The night air was cool as [Y/N] sat in the passenger seat of Tristan's car, the dim glow of streetlights casting soft shadows on their surroundings. Tristan's car was sleek, the kind that garnered second glances from passersby, and it seemed to reflect his personality perfectly—smooth, confident, and undeniably attractive.

The evening sky had darkened considerably, and the comforting hum of the engine provided a stark contrast to the awkwardness she had left behind at the diner.

"Thanks for picking me up, Tristan," [Y/N] said with a warm smile, genuinely appreciative of his gesture. "I didn't want to interrupt Ted's post-game celebration."

Tristan chuckled, shifting gears smoothly as he pulled away from the curb. "No problem at all. To be honest, it was a good excuse to bail on my study group. They were starting to drive me insane."

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? What happened?"

Tristan let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration evident. "There's this girl in my group, Jessica. She's smart and all, but she just gets so damn emotional about everything. It's like she can't handle any kind of criticism."

As he spoke, a condescending tone crept into his voice, and [Y/N] felt a twinge of discomfort. She didn't like the idea of someone belittling their study group partner, especially if it was over something as trivial as emotions.

"I see," she replied cautiously, not wanting to dive into that topic any further. "Well, sometimes people just have different ways of handling things."

Tristan scoffed, clearly not satisfied with that response. "Yeah, but we're supposed to be a team, you know? We're all trying to graduate here."

Wanting to change the subject and alleviate the tension in the car, [Y/N] decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, how have you been otherwise? Anything new going on?"

Tristan's mood seemed to lighten as he shifted gears again, taking the conversation away from the subject of Jessica. "Well, you know how it is. Classes are a drag, but I've been keeping busy with work and stuff. Nothing too exciting, though."

As the miles rolled by, [Y/N] tried to keep the conversation light, asking about his plans for the weekend and any upcoming events.

Back in the diner's parking lot, Ted and Schlatt had lingered behind as the rest of the baseball team dispersed. Ted's curiosity about Schlatt's behavior earlier in the evening gnawed at him, and he couldn't let it go.

"Schlatt, what was that all about with my sister?" Ted asked, his tone a mix of concern and confusion as they leaned against Schlatt's truck.

Schlatt's eyes remained fixed on the ground, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He seemed unwilling or unable to meet Ted's gaze as he responded, "What are you talking about, Ted?"

Ted wasn't buying it. He knew Schlatt well enough to recognize when something was bothering him. "You know what I'm talking about. You were acting all weird, making comments about her photography and whatnot. What's going on?"

Schlatt sighed, his breath forming a visible puff in the cool night air. He glanced up briefly, his expression guarded. "I don't know what you're talking about, man. She's your sister, not my problem."

Ted wasn't satisfied with the evasive answer. He prodded further, frustration seeping into his voice. "Schlatt, come on. You've known [Y/N] for ages. You're like family to us. You can't just act like that."

Schlatt's shoulders tensed, and he finally met Ted's gaze, his eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. "Look, Ted, I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not here to babysit your sister. She's a junior, for God's sake. She can handle herself."

Ted's frustration only grew. He didn't like the way Schlatt was deflecting and avoiding the conversation. "Schlatt, it's not about babysitting. You know how protective I am of her. If something's bothering you, you should just say it."

Schlatt sighed again, his irritation giving way to resignation. He knew Ted well enough to recognize that his friend wouldn't let this go easily. "Fine, Ted. I don't have a problem with her. Can we just drop it?"

Ted wasn't entirely satisfied with Schlatt's response, but he could tell that pushing further wouldn't lead to a productive conversation. He relented, though not without a lingering sense of unease.

"Alright, Schlatt," Ted conceded, his voice softer now. "But if something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it, right?"

Schlatt nodded, his gaze dropping once more. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Ted."

With the conversation left hanging, the two friends climbed into Schlatt's truck, each lost in their own thoughts. Schlatt couldn't help but wonder why he had reacted so strongly to [Y/N]'s presence earlier, and Ted couldn't shake the feeling that there was something his best friend wasn't telling him.

Taglist: @zulpix-blog

[2h3llandb4ck]

Finally worked on Octavia! (With some alternative outfits bc I couldn’t decide if she should be scene, goth, or emo lol)

And here’s a small bit of lore + a short story with her kinda(?) tweaked character!

Octavia Goetia was the only egg from Stella that managed to hatch. Over and over, the couple tried for a child with a few attempts failing miserably. Finally, the couple could put aside their differences and become a loving family that would also raise a great heir to the Goetia bloodline…

At least Stella (and to a bit of extent, Stolas) saw it that way. People tend to look at the past through rose-colored glasses, right?

Octavia doesn’t really remember much of her childhood. Some fragments she could recall were of her playing in the palace’s long and winding marble halls with a servant joining her, studying the stars and developing her magic powers, and being eased from the occasional nightmare from Stolas or Stella. Octavia doesn’t really remember her father being in her life much once she turned 16. From the teenage daughter’s perspective, Stolas got busier and busier with his duties. It’s fair, considering he predicts sky events!

The last thing she expected was to hear rumors of him having an affair with an imp. Her worldview of him shattered when she found out the truth. Not only was her father cheating on her mother, but with someone from a *lower class*. Members of the Goetia family could no longer be out in public without a heckler bringing up the prince’s affair with a snide remark.

With her father trying to plant the idea of Stella being an wicked, awful wife to him, Octavia grew isolated (physically in a sense, she started locking herself in her room, and emotionally). Even if her father half-attempted to reconnect, she felt that she could never forgive him, and that made her feel overwhelming bouts of guilt. If she can’t forgive her father, she’s an awful person. Not even worthy of being the heir to the Goetia bloodline.

One night, she ran from the palace and out to the central town of the Pride Ring. Her father wouldn’t come looking for her. He would probably be more focused on his affair partner. She was eventually found by Loona, who offered to let her stay at her mildly cramped apartment. While Loona was associated with Blitz, she understood what was going through Octavia’s head and told her something she needed to hear: “if you’re not ready to forgive your dad, that’s okay.” Octavia felt an overwhelming sense of comfort; she knew that it could take months, even years to forgive her father. But until then, she knew she had all the time in the Underworld to grow and prepare for that moment.

Now, if only her father would get off his tail feathers and try to grow for both himself and the people around him instead of playing the worn-out victim card.

And that’s the story of Octavia! I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how good I’ve written it. At least it’s slightly better than “cut your dad some slack, he’s trying!!! Even though he actively ignored your ass for the entire day just to be with his boy toy!!! :3”

To close this post off, here are some headcanons I have for her! Enjoy, and have a good day/night <3

- Her music taste is composed of breakcore, heavy metal, alternative rock, and classical (to some extent)

- She doesn’t really know what kind of style she wants to dress in, so she splits it: scene fashion for her regular life, emo fashion when she’s on an outing with Loona, and goth when she was with her parents for events or for general public outings

- Her hobbies include collecting taxidermy, styling clothing, photography, making video logs, and exploring abandoned places (especially theme parks. Her favorite trip was exploring the defunct Loo Loo Land :))

- She has a bad habit of oversleeping and doesn’t take care of her physical appearance often. Her feathers are KNOTTED. She’d rather chop them off with kitchen scissors than die trying to take care of the problem. She doesn’t tell Loona, though, as to not burden her.

- Her favorite book genres are horror, mystery, and fantasy. Her least favorite genres are anything involving romance.

- Don’t worry, she got to see Azathoth’s Tears with Loona and some of her friends :) (I might write this story, so be on the lookout for that :3)

- She’s heard of Marvel, and her favorite character is Black Widow :) She actually named an emergency code after her; the code for when Stolas tries to guilt trip her is “Natasha’s blood lingers on the cold ground” (signaling for Loona to come pick her up).

- She hates floor-length skirts/ballgowns. The max length she allows is down to the knees.

- Her favorite constellation is Sagittarius ♐️

[forever-rogue]

for the winter reqs: reader LOVES snow, to the point of pointedly going outside to take walks when it is actively snowing!! maybe she likes to take pictures of it? but one night eddie could run into her on one of her walks… he could find it endearing or worry about the cold, up to you! but he’d tag along regardless and have fun in the winter wonderland. also up to you whether they’re in an established relationship or just pining, but either way a kiss in the snow would be beautiful wonderful showstopping. love your writing thank you sm!! 🌨❄️☃️

AN | Okay but stop, this is so cute! A first kiss in the snow! 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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You were trying to finish up homework, but the lightly falling snow from outside your bedroom window had caught your eye. You tossed your pen down onto your textbook and walked over to the window, opening it to allow in the cool, fresh air. It was getting later into the evening, but the scene outside was almost too beautiful to pass up. The sun was slowly starting to set, but there was enough light remaining for it to be safe. 

Running to your dresser, you searched through the top drawer for our camera, making a small sound of triumph when you reached it. Pulling it out of the case, you quickly inspected it to make sure there was film before putting the strap around your neck. You knew that your parents wouldn’t allow you out this late so you decided that the only thing to do was to sneak out of your bedroom window. 

After pulling out your jacket from the closet and slipping it on, you toed on your scuffed up old converse. Ensuring that your window was unlocked, you secured your camera and slowly made your way onto the roof, and then down the trellis before landing on the ground with a soft oof. 

There was already a soft blanket of white on the ground, which just made your heart grow even fuller. There was a path that you liked to walk behind the neighborhood, and you decided to walk along it until you could get the perfect pictures. Photography might have been a hobby, but it was one you enjoyed as much as you loved the snow and winter weather. 

The pretty, fat snowflakes that were falling from the sky kept your attention occupied and your head in the metaphorical clouds. So much so that you didn’t even notice the fact you were about to walk into a wall of flesh and muscle. Not until you were almost to the ground, about to land on your bum, stopped only by a pair of strong hands. 

You looked up and found the prettiest pair of bambi brown eyes looking back at you. He helped you back to your feet before offering you a soft smile. It was then that you realized your rescuer was none other than Eddie Munson. Also known as your crush - but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, looking you over to make sure there was no harm done, “you seemed pretty into your thoughts, sweetheart.”

“I-I’m alright,” you promised, feeling tongue-tied and breathless already, “I’m sorry. I should have been paying more attention.”

“No worries,” he insisted with a small nod, “I could have been paying better attention too. Are you warm enough? Your jacket looks thin, you shouldn’t be out too long or late…”

“I’m okay,” your tummy was already filled with butterflies at the genuine display of concern. You never did understand why people felt so afraid or threatened by him; he really was just one of the nicest people you’d met, “I was just taking some pictures.”

“That’s really cool,” his cheeks were a pretty, bright shade of pink and you weren’t sure if it was just the wind chill or if he was blushing, but fuck he was precious, “I’m Eddie, by the way. I think we have a few classes together, but I wasn’t sure if you knew. Although I’m the-”

“Eddie,” you grinned shyly while nodding, “I know. We have physics, English, and math together. I’m-”

“I know,” and he repeated your name. He knew your name. While it didn’t necessarily mean he reciprocated your feelings, it did mean that he knew of your existence. The thought alone made you want to squeal in delight. His beautiful smile made it even worse, “what were you taking pictures of?”

“The snow,” you professed quietly, vaguely gesturing to the white powder all around you, “well, the scenery. I just think snow makes everything look more beautiful. It’s almost like a winter wonderland!”

“I like the snow too,” he confessed, almost as if the two were sharing some sort of little inside secret. He seemed to muse over what he had for a few moments, tapping his chin before quickly shrugging off his outer jacket. He held it out to you, which caused your eyes to widen in surprise, “take it. It’s really cold out here and I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“But what about you?” you disliked the idea of him being cold even more than the idea of you being cold, “Eddie. You’re going to-”

“I’ll be fine,” he wasn’t even going to allow you to say no. You gave him one last little look to make sure he was positive, and when he was, you took the jacket from him and put it on. The smell of him, a mixture of cologne, detergent and smoke was all consuming and intoxicating. It suited him perfectly, and damn, you never wanted to take it off, “better?”

“Better,” you agreed quietly, “thank you, Eddie.”

“Don’t mention it,” he gently nudged your arm with his, “hey…I don’t want to intrude or anything, but ugh…would you like some company?”

“Really?” and oh. The way your whole face lit up made Eddie want to melt into a puddle then and there. 

“Really.”

“That would be awesome,” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth trying to contain your sheer excitement, “yeah…that would be cool.”

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You and Eddie made your way around the wooded path that connected the trailer park with your neighborhood. It was quiet for a while, the silence comfortably filled only with the crunching of the leaves under your combined footfalls. At one point you stopped suddenly when you saw the perfect photo opportunity. Eddie almost walked into you, an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling and to steady yourself. 

“Sorry,” you grinned sheepishly as you looked at him, his hand still on your waist, “should have said something. I’m usually by myself when I go out like this.”

“‘s okay,” he promised, “probably should have been paying more attention too. Got distracted.”

“What’s got you so distracted?” you asked quietly, messing around with the settings on your camera. If you’d have been looking at him you’d have seen the way his cheeks and ears turned everyone pinker. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but you failed to notice, “look! It’s perfect.”

He followed your finger and looked at the scenery, a smile growing on his face as he held up the camera to your face and started to click away. He loved your enthusiasm and how you were able to pick out the perfect framing for your pictures.

“Yeah,” he agreed after a few moments, “perfect.”

But he wasn’t looking at the scenery; he was looking at you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After that first evening, Eddie became a constant on your late night walks. Sometimes you’d call him beforehand to let him know you’d be sneaking out, other times he was already waiting for you as though he had read your mind.

You loved spending time with him, just the two of you. You were learning more and more about him, getting privileged glimpses into his life. During school he’d become more friendly but also didn’t want to push any boundaries considering he was a social pariah. But outside, during your walks when it was just the two of you, nothing else seemed to matter, it was like nothing else existed. 

Eddie had quickly and effortlessly become one of the closest people in your life. It was both scary and wonderful how quickly you found yourself falling for him. You had no clue if he felt the same, but there were moments when you were sure he did. But you didn’t want to falter yourself like that and think so highly about yourself. 

This particular evening however, seemed to answer any lingering questions you had remaining. 

It had gotten later and darker than you were normally out, but you’d been having such a good time with Eddie that you’d hardly noticed. You’d made your way to Lover’s Lake, which was completely frozen by this weather, and were sitting together on one of the benches, ignoring the fact that your butts were becoming numb. 

“Look,” you grinned eagerly, head tilted up towards the sky as you studied the glittering stars, “the sky is so clear, so you can see so many stars tonight.”

“Wow,” he looked up, trying to pick out some of the constellations he knew. He took your hand and pointed out a couple of the small ones he knew. You were trying not to get lost in the fact that his hand was on yours and just listen to the sound of his voice, “they’re cool, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed looking over at him, biting your lip to keep from saying anything stupid. Eventually he caught up and met your eye, a smile spreading across his pretty face, “Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” oh. He’d called you sweetheart a few times before but it had never quite felt like this before, like it suddenly held so much weight. You opened your mouth to try and say something, but you were quickly interrupted by the sudden snowfall. 

A smile crossed your features as you held out your hands to catch a few of the thick flakes on your fingertips, “it’s snowing!”

Unable to contain your excitement, you jumped to your feet and held out your arms to let the snow fall gently on you. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and join, opening his mouth wide to catch some of the flakes on his tongue. You laughed at the boy as he twirled in the snow, the white powder catching on his rogue curls. 

The two of you played with the snow for a little bit until you stopped, studying him and his handsome features. He must have felt whatever you did because he paused and simply smiled at you. He took the few remaining steps to you, standing in front of you and leaving a miniscule gap between your bodies. 

He reached up a tentative hand  to your face, touching your cheek softly when you didn’t recoil from his touch. You preened into the feel of his fingertips on your skin, wishing he never had to take his hand away. Eddie looked into your eyes, and you’d never understood what it meant for someone to see you so fully and completely. His pretty eyes were dark and honeyed, searching yours. You leaned in, a silent answer to his question as he did the same.

You weren’t sure who exactly initiated the kiss, but his lips were quickly on yours, soft and saccharine. It was a sweet kiss and when you pulled away, he was grinning back at you with rosy cheeks and starry eyes. 

“Eddie?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Can you please kiss me again?” he tenderly pulled you in by the waist until you were flush against him, already soaking up his body heat. 

He nodded before brushing his nose against yours, his lips barely touching yours, but ghosting over them with a promise of more, “I can do that.”

[cxsmicals]

The Slashers with a S/O who is in to film photography

(Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Ghostface)

~ I’m indulging myself since I love film photography and it’s my favorite hobby! How would the boys react if you were a photographer AND what is their preferred camera?? Also I finally watched Black Christmas so Billy gets to come out and play for this one, yay!

Michael Myers: Michael doesn’t really care one way or the other about photography of any kind. He will be interested to watch you find things deemed ordinary and try to photograph them. If you show him some post-mortem photographers he might show a little interest. When all is said and done a point and shoot is his go to. Simple, easy to control, the flash built in gives it a sense of eeriness. He prefers black and white film as to give mystery to his photos.

Jason Voorhees: He’s enamored by your documentation of the forest. He takes a keen interest in your photography right away and asks to at least hold your cameras, and is careful to not break the vintage ones. if you convince him, a simple instant camera is his go to. He enjoys having the instant pictures of you in his belt compartments. If you get him out of his comfort zone he would like a brownie camera since it reminds him of his mother. He prefers color film as to see all of the details

Bubba Sawyer: He loves your photography. He supports it wholeheartedly like the sweet boy he is. If you’re a portrait photographer you might be able to get him to pose on a good day, but it’s unlikely. He loves polaroid cameras. He wants to scrapbook and keep all your memories together. Color film, he wants to preserve every single aspect of the memories.

Brahms: He doesn’t mind the photography that much. If you manage to catch him on a good day where he’s eager to learn he’ll pick it up quickly and want to learn all he can. Brahms is a classy bitch. He wants to be elegant and have the best, so a high class Hasselblad is his make of choice. Boujee and badass. I feel like he’d like to shoot in verichrome because it’s incredibly hard to find film and even harder to find someone who knows how to develop. He will absolutely fund your habit and get you a dark room to set up.

Vincent Sinclair: Any artistic hobby is great by his accounts. He’s happy that you have this hobby as it’s something you and him can talk about. He’ll want to keep all the photos you make and might enlist your help to make advertising for his own wax museum. He’ll want to show genuine interest so a 35mm or a standard 120 is his go to. He wants you to know he cares. He prefers black and white because he sees it as more “artistic” since you need to take more liberties for it. Much like Brahms, he might be willing to help you set up your own dark room to get the photographs properly developed on your own.

Billy Lenz: Oh Billy Billy Billy. Boy is ecstatic to turn your hobby in to a depravity. He is the most gung-ho about the photography since he wants to see you from all angles. If you let this goblin near your collection some cameras will just go missing. Typically it’s your polaroid but occasionally your 35mm might go missing as well. He wants to see you but he also wants to see the stars so he’ll try his best to photograph the night sky. If you want to spring the money for a telefoto lens or just give him a telescope he will be appreciative. If you two are intimately inclined then you WILL hear the shutter go off at random points in your sessions. If it’s not from your polaroid he will urge you to get the photos developed as quick as you can.

Ghostface: He’s got things to see and people to murder, so he’s not always around to indulge your habits. However, if he were to pick a camera, since he’s always running around, he prefers a simple point and shoot disposable that you can get at Walmart. Black and white, bland.

(Thanks for reading y’all. I am super drunk while writing this so if some if these are OOC or there’s spelling issues i’m blaming the gin for that. I also enlisted my boyfriend’s help for this since he knows these characters better than I do. Sorry for those whole like Ghostface i’m just not good at writing for him I’m sorry..)

[theskywatchersaga]

StARS Symposium Presentation

With the pictures I've made for my astrophotography class, I presented a poster at Bridgewater State University's StARS (Student Arts and Research Symposium) event. The experience in making the poster itself was mainly copy and paste and formatting. The actual presentation part was stressful but I ultimately enjoyed it in the end. I took this opportunity as an excuse to break out a blazer I have not worn in a long time and get a haircut to look my best. I spoke to a lot of lovely people about my project, but my biggest regret is not researching more in depth about the figures I pictured. I could speak for ages about the process of making the images, but my presentation was hindered on my lack of astronomy knowledge. However, regardless of such, I was still able to make good conversation with those interested and I even spoke to other students who were presenting about what their projects were. This event brought out confidence in me that I hadn't experienced in a while and I'm glad I went the extra mile to dress and play the part.

After the presentation, I commuted home to visit my parents and show them my new look and the poster. My mother, not exactly supportive of my majoring in film, was excited to see me passionate about something like astronomy. I think the ironic part is that the skills I've gained in cinematography, editing and composition throughout the years actually helped me make these pictures the best they could be. I've been properly inspired to consider taking on more photography in the future. So to conclude this blog (probably), I pose the question to myself of whether or not I will continue with astrophotography. It depends on circumstance and budget. I have a camera and a telescope I could potentially use but I need a way to mount the camera on the telescope. Also, if I were to continue, I would want to do it somewhere clearer than the skies I live with. When I was younger, I used to be able to point out constellations every night due to my Cub Scout knowledge, but now I almost never see a sky bright enough to see stars. When I drive at night, I sometimes pull over to take pictures of a bright full moon, so I think I’ll continue to dabble as time goes on.

[zarahjoyce]

MiTD Fic: run-of-the-mill

Summary:

"Are you all right?" he asks, his heart bright with worry. Worry? Why would I-- And then this girl smiles at him, and his world turns upside down. Finally, he thinks again. Finally, I found you.   or   a snippet of Kim Do Ha and Han Ri Ta's new life.

Notes:

I've always known I'm going to write a peak into Do Ha and Ri Ta's life because I WANTED TO SEE IT, SO I WROTE IT MYSELF

ao3 link!

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Finally, his first thought was, the moment he sees her standing by the temple. Finally. Do Ha can't understand it, himself. All he remembers was seeing this girl wearing a school jacket of some sort, taking pictures left and right. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he finds himself moving towards her, closer and closer, until-- --he saves her from taking an unnecessary tumble down the stairs. "Are you all right?" he asks, his heart bright with worry. Worry? Why would-- And then this girl smiles at him, and his world turns upside down. Finally, he thinks again. Finally, I found you.

--

Somehow he finds it difficult to let go of her - even if it was time for his class to depart the temples. I should stay, he thinks, staring at her mouth. I should--  "Ya, Kim Do Ha," his friend Jang Yoon Je says, clapping his shoulder from behind them. "What are you doing? The teacher's been looking for you. It's time to bounce." "I should go," she says, giving Yoon Je a curious glance before focusing on Do Ha again. "It was nice meeting you. And... thank you again for saving my life." And she gave him a soft smile that made his heart lurch. Somehow, watching her walk away was the hardest thing he had to do that day. "Who's that?" Yoon Je curiously asks, looking from him to the figure of the departing girl. "Your friend?"  "Someone," Do Ha says, glancing at Yoon Je, "that I'm going to marry." A beat. "Well, that's really sudden," his friend comments, crossing his arms. "You've never really shown any interest in any girl in our school - even Jung Yi-Seul, the most popular girl in campus - and now you're saying you're going to marry a girl you just met?" Do Ha shrugs, shoves his hands in his pockets, and turns to go the opposite way. It was hard to explain what, exactly, he was feeling. Just that he's filled with a certainty he's never felt before. Like his life has been missing a puzzle piece this entire time, and now that he's found her-- "Well, does your girl have a name?" Yoon Je asks, catching up to Do Ha. A beat. And then Do Ha turns to him in horror. ...shit.

--

Han Ri Ta. He finds out a few days later, just as an online article comes out about the winner of a local school photography contest - with her picture on top of it. Her entry shows a picture of the moon in the sky, clear as day, even if the sun was brighter than it. She called it Moon In the Day, Yearning for Night. Do Ha smiles, feeling as though another of his life pieces has neatly slid into place. Han Ri Ta.

--

He finds himself standing in front of her school, waiting for-- "Can I help you?" someone asks from behind him.  And Do Ha turns, coming face to face with-- --Han Ri Ta. "Oh!" she says, covering her mouth with both her hands. "It's you!" "You remember me?" Do Ha asks cautiously. She laughs, making his heart feel light. "Of course! I can't ever forget the face of the guy who saved me from a fall, after all. I owe you my life, Sir." "Have you been careful?" he says. "Like I told you to be?" She grins. "You'll be glad to know that I have had zero near-death experience since I saw you last." "That's good," Do Ha replies, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'd hate if anything were to happen to you." Live. Please live, Han Ri Ta. I beg you. And a slightly awkward moment passes between them."So," she says, glancing around them. "Are you waiting around for someone?" Do Ha blinks at her. "I--" "I know almost everyone in our school," Ri Ta adds, beaming up at him. "Maybe I can help you find them." Another beat. And Do Ha finds himself clearing his throat. "I was... hoping I'd run into you." She raises a brow at that. "You were?" --shit. "The, uh, picture you took," Do Ha continues. "About the moon in the day? I thought it was really beautiful. I wanted to talk about it." He pauses and says softly, "You're really talented, Han Ri Ta." And her name slides out of his mouth like a blessing. She cocks her head to one side, just studying him - and Do Ha feels as though he's done Something Wrong. Which is ridiculous, of course. He's been known all his life as Mr. Perfect-at-Everything. Even if he'd tried, he wouldn't be able to take any missteps.  Except now, it feels like. Except in front of her. "That's unfair," she finally speaks, crossing her arms. "It seems you already know my name, but I have yet to know yours." Oh. Right. "Kim Do Ha," he says, breathing easily now. Ri Ta smiles again.  "Kim Do Ha," she repeats. "That's great. At least now I don't have to call you Sir when I think of you." And Do Ha blinks at her. "You think of me?" he asks, point-blank. And her face turns bright red. "O-Oh, well," she sputters, "it's not often that I get saved, so." Another awkward moment passes between them. But, again, she cuts that moment short when she brightly asks him, "Would you like to have some coffee?" 

--

And that moment leads to the next, and the next, and the next. And now--

--

They're in their third month of dating. Do Ha has his head on her lap, feeling as peaceful as ever. She's humming a soft song as she slides her fingers through his hair, and this, this, to him feels like home.

"Don't you find it strange?" Ri Ta asks. Do Ha opens his eyes to look up at her inquiringly. "I mean-- everything that's happened between us," she continues. "It feels... I don't know. Too easy?" "Would you prefer it if things between us were complicated?" he asks carefully.   She shrugs. "It's just... something we took up in history class," Ri Ta says. "About a Silla General who took a wife from Gaya. She ended up murdering him and her father, you know, before taking her own life."  Do Ha closes his eyes. "She must have a pretty good reason to do it." "I guess," she says, running her finger across his brow. "I just keep thinking about how their lives were back then. Having an enemy by your side as your spouse. And it's just--" She pauses. Do Ha waits. "Do you think they loved each other?" Ri Ta continues. "Even if they were enemies?" Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes. "What do you think?" he asks her back. She sighs. "Would it be weird," she replies, "if I told you I feel happy when I think of them?" Do Ha looks at her again. "I mean, that we don't live like them now," Ri Ta explains, smiling at him. "That we're no Silla General and Gaya Royalty. That you're you, and I'm me. That we're--" "--ordinary?" he adds. Ri Ta pauses, then quickly bends down to kiss his lips. "Exactly," she says. "I love that we're ordinary now." And Do Ha gently cradles the back of her head and pulls it down, just so he can claim her mouth again. Slowly. Thoroughly. I do, too.

[fractured-shield]

Unusual Association Tag

thanks for the tag @nczaversnick!!

i should be answering for my protagonist, but, to no one's surprise, you get to hear about my emotional support depressed bisexual old man again <3

Rules: Pick an OC and describe what you associate with them in each category

Weather: right before a summer storm, low dark clouds and gusts of wind in the trees

Color: sky blue, despite the fact he typically wears black/grey

Sky: a cloudy night sky where you can't see the stars but you can still see a halo of hazy moonlight

Magic Power: not healing after revisions in the current draft but something about shielding/protection

Plant: snowdrop flowers

Weapon: spear

Social Media: I'm gonna be so honest the guy would be the kind of instagram/facebook user to post like. family photos/nature photography twice a year and otherwise forget about it, or to have to use linkedin to be professional and hate every minute of it

Make-up: something subtle, to add a healthier color to his pale complexion or cover scars

Candy: dark chocolate

Fear: death, but not his own

Method of Long Distance Travel: .........if i say ships-

Art style: something with thin elegant lines and muted colors

Stationary: plain paper that's thick enough to keep pens from bleeding through and isn't quite stark-white

Celestial Body: moon

D&D Class: paladin, no question

open tag for anyone who wants to join! doing open tags until I get caught up I think

tag list: @just-emis-blog @orions-quill @honeybewrites @leahnardo-da-veggie @robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle

[lu-backrooms-au]

Meet the Chain

Wind Lon is a 13 years old boy and middle school student. He is the son of Time and Malon, and has a little sister Aryll who is 9. For fun he likes to play video games, play baseball on the city little league team, and he loves canoeing and kayaking and anything to do with boats. Don't tell his dad but he also has a secret youtube video channel where he and his friends do stupid stuff and post videos of it.

Time Lon is Wind and Aryll's dad. He retired from being a royal adviser and is now a horse rancher with his wife Malon on Lon Lon Ranch. Time is nonbinary and has no pronoun preference, although most people use he/they for him. For fun he likes to hang out with his kids and take them on trips, read and journal, spend time with horses and his wife.

Twilight Woods is the 23 year old ranch hand that stays with and works for Time and Malon. He is originally from the Ordon province but came to Castletown to find better-paying work. Twilight is a quiet and reserved fellow, lover of all animals, and good with kids. He uses he/him pronouns, but secretly, he's also interested in it/its pronouns.

Four Smith (21 years old) is Twilight's cousin (they have the same grandfather). Four is multigender (genderfluid) and uses he/they/she and occasionally neos; their specific pronoun preference changes day to day. Four has just completed a metalworking apprenticeship and works as a journeyman in the metals technology shop that their grandfather owns. Four very logical/analytical, tends to be on the quieter side, especially when in groups of people, but they do wear their heart on their sleeve. They recently started learning how to skateboard.

Wild Archer (formerly Wild Knight) is a 17 year old high school student. He and Hyrule are adopted brothers, sons of Saki and Teba (and Tulin is their 13 year old little brother). Wild is gender questioning although he is leaning towards genderfluid. He uses primarily he/him pronouns but is experimenting with she/they too. Wild loves any outdoor activity, especially rock climbing and photography. He has a tablet that also serves as an AAC device whenever he goes wordless.

Hyrule Archer (formerly Hyrule Walker) Just turned 18 and is in the first few months of the local community college's EMT course. Hyrule is gender questioning although he is leaning towards nonbinary or xenogender. He uses he/they and is experimenting with neopronouns. Hyrule enjoys hikes and bonfires, retro video games, escape rooms, and learning about magic. Both he and Wild are taking horse riding lessons at Lon Lon Ranch.

Sky Robinson is a 22 year old pilot and mechanic of small Loftwing aircraft. He primarily flies cargo and occasionally people from Castletown airport out to the various smaller towns and villages scattered about Hyrule Field. He is autistic and his special interests are aircraft, birds, weather, and astronomy. Sky thinks he might be genderqueer in some way although gender isn't something he's really concerned with at this time. He uses he/him but doesn't complain if people use different pronouns for him.

Legend Morgan is a genderfluid 19 year old. She is undecided about what career she wants to go into and is working as a cafe barista for the time being and taking college core requirements classes at night. Legend uses he/she/neo pronouns. For fun, Legend likes to try new hobbies, travel, shop, and collect knick knacks and tools. Legend, Sky, Warriors, and Warriors' twin, Linkle all rent and share a 4-bedroom house. He is friends with Hyrule and Wild who often study at the cafe he works at.

Warriors Taylor is a 23 year old firefighter by day and a drama instructor by night. Warriors also volunteers at the childrens' summer camps at Lon Lon Ranch. He enjoys strategy board games, watching TV, learning elemental fire magic, and hanging out with friends. He is cis, but is very, very gay. Warriors uses he/him pronouns. He has a twin sister named Linkle and no other family to speak of.

[cursedchildofchaos]

15 Question & 15 Mutuals not doing that part right now cuz i’m lazy

how dare you, @thelegendofsqam /j I was the one who tagged you last time, tho, smh. 

1. Are you named after anyone?

Middle name , but also, not. It’s more I was named in association with someone.

2. When was the last time you cried?  

This week’s been a blur, but I definitely cried on Tuesday cuz i have an angsty poem to prove it.

3. Do you have kids?

no but I have probably called a fictional character babygirl or my baby at one point

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?  

What’s that? 

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?  

Not this question again. I guess I notice hair or clothes.

6. What's your eye color?  

Well, I guess I've never looked at my eyes before. I just don't think I've ever seen eyes this color before. Matter of fact I don't think I've ever seen this color before. Yes, I have, yes I have. I was on a ski weekend, up at Stowe. I was coming in late one day – last person off the slope – the sun had just gone down. And the sky became this incredible color. I usually don’t, notice things like that, and I found myself kind of walking around in the cold, hoping that it wouldn’t change; wishing that I had someone there to share it with me. Afterwards I tried to convince myself I had imagined that color; that I hadn’t really seen it. Nothing on this earth could be this beautiful. Now I see I was wrong.

(what are you talking about, I didn’t steal this! how dare you accuse me...okay, yeah, it’s from Cheers)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?  

Nothing too scary pls, but if it’s moderately scary and has an ending that doesn’t make me feel sick, okay, yeah sure why not.

8. Any special talents?  

chaos

9. Where were you born?  

I grew from a plant seed in a witch’s garden. I am a curse to this earth

10. What are your hobbies?  

I don’t have hobbies. All my hobbies become my life goals. Okay, maybe photography, arts and crafts, going to the ren faire, mbti, or video games

11. Have you any pets?

I had a dream about a kitten with back issues the other night that I grew attached to and I have a few stuffed animals (like toys not taxidermy just to be clear). My real pets live in another state

12. What sports do you play/have you played?  

I went horseback riding a few times. Other sports I gave up to do theatre...but theatre can be a sport at least during the dance numbers...tho, I was very uncoordinated and moved behind people on stage once

13. How tall are you?  

Not 6 ft, Not 5′5 ft. Somewhere in between.

14. Favorite subject in school?  

I liked art and drama. I like taking writing classes now.

15. Dream job?  

Assassin assigned to kill @thelegendofsqam​ /j

I would like to own a book store and costume shop that I live above while write books and draw during my spare time.

YOU ARE ALL TAGGED IF YOU WANNA DO IT

[virgo-dream]

Golden Hour

Hob had two favourite times during the day: dawn and dusk. Opposite in their purpose but equal in their beauty, dawn brought new life to restful spirits every morning, while dusk tucked them in gently every night. Hob loved the soft, lilac tones that shifted into golden, that faded into oranges, purples and deep blues, over and over again, marking the passage of never ending time.

Another thing he liked, dearly, was seeing Morpheus under the light of the golden hour.

There was something about how when Hob woke up from another night of gentle, welcoming dreams, his Dream in his arms, and no matter how much the sunlight tried, the darkness of that raven hair was all-encompassing, like the dark matter of space, sucking in the rays of sun and emanating nothing but the soft glow of even softer feathery strands that took up the space on the pillow like a dark aura, almost like it was spilled ink on the fabric of the pillowcase.

Hob liked how Dream’s alabaster skin seemed to change colours with the shades of early morning light, like a blank canvas of endless possibilities but always glowing, gleaming, and Hob sometimes wondered why he was even allowed to see such a beautiful sight, to hold it in his arms, to kiss and love and touch and forgive me father for I have sinned and will sin again. He wonders, constantly, how he got so lucky in life and in love.

He likes watching Dream stir, lips stretching into soft yawns in the morning, waiting for Hob’s arms to allow him space to stretch his limbs and then curl up back again into Hob’s chest (which Dream always did, because he always tried to lure Hob back into sleep, why wouldn’t he?) Dream had already blessed him with restful sleep every night, and sometimes, just sometimes, Hob allowed himself to indulge in 5, 10, 15 more minutes. Then, he was lucky enough to have breakfast while Dream lounged on his couch, still bathed by the early morning light like a cat warming up for the day (or maybe for another nap, which dream seemed to take lots of whenever he was around.) Hob would leave for work with a good morning kiss from Dream, feeling giddy and warm inside, ready to face a world that wasn’t always kind, but never once failed in being fascinating.

Dawn had its own little wonders. When Dream was enveloped by the reds of summer sunsets, he looked even more like the larger-than-life-and-human-comprehension being that he truly was. Hob was glad that even though he sucked at painting, he wasn’t half bad at photography, and he’d filled endless rolls of film with images of Dream basking in the sunlight. When they had the time, they’d go together for long walks, watching as the sun dipped down in the horizon, kissing the earth, which Dream had confided in him was what being kissed by Hob felt like: being touched by a force too great to fathom, being filled by its light completely and being made anew over and over again. Like the Earth when the day ended and began again the next morning, without fault.

He liked seeing Dream wearing his sweaters, drinking tea by the window, lost in thought or maybe commanding the Dreaming from Hob’s living room (Dream said it was like when Hob taught classes from Zoom. Hob said that it couldn’t possibly be the same, but thanked his impossible creature of a husband for dumbing it down for him). He liked watching Dream’s silhouette move around the flat before either of them decided to turn the lights on.

When the stars finally took over the night sky, Hob liked laying down in bed with Dream, curled up under the sheets, both of them reading the same book, held firmly in Hob’s hands. Then, when Hob was sleepy enough, Dream would take the book from him, shower his face with kisses, allow himself to be enveloped by Hob’s arms.

Hob imagined this was what heaven looked like, too. Being loved from dusk util dawn. Being showered by the graces of the golden hour.

[whalien52hzero]

BASICS

FULL NAME: NIRAN SRISUWAN [ นิรันดร์  ศรีสุวรรณ ]

» MEANING: Niran [ นิรันดร์ (Thai)  Means "forever, eternal." ]; Srisuwan [ศรี (sĕe) meaning “glory, majesty, splendour” combined with สุวรรณ (sù-wan) meaning “gold, golden.”]

OTHER NAME(S):  The Inuits called him ‘Kitsanik’, it means ‘sadness’ in their language. He was also sometimes called ‘Aput’ because of his brighter color than other Baleen whales they’ve observed. 

VERSE: The Meaning of Forever; Serendipity.

NICKNAME(S): Zero.

AGE: 203 years old before reincarnation; human form is 26-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 8th November 1997, Saturday, early morning.

PLACE OF RE-BIRTH: Bangkok, Thailand.

OCCUPATION: Works part-time at a 7/11 at night for fun; employed at Amarin Media Group as part of the Production Department.

RELIGION: Buddhist.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual, Biromantic.

GENDER: Cisgender male.

STRENGTHS: Extra-ordinary ability in the water.

WEAKNESSES: He has human’s weaknesses; he can get sick and injured. 

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Resourceful, Powerful, Brave, Passionate, Loyal.

WEAKNESSES: Obsessive, Jealous, Violent, Manipulative, Distrusting.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Net Siraphop Manithikhun.

HEIGHT: 5'10 ft. [179 cm.]

WEIGHT: 154 lbs. [79 kg.]

BUILD: Lean, muscular.

GAIT: TBA.

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Brown.

BIRTHMARK: TBA.

OVERVIEW:

» SCARS: Small scars from minor accidents when he’s growing up. 

» TATTOOS: Yes. Tribal tattoos on his arms of a whale.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand.

RESIDENCE: Nonthaburi, Bangkok, Thailand.

NATIONALITY: Thai.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Zero graduated from the Department of Motion Pictures and Still Photography under the Faculty of Communication Arts in Chulalongkorn University.

DEGREES: He graduated in 2020. 

HOBBIES: Traveling, watching movies, taking pictures, aquariums, swimming. 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Zero is mute but he learned to speak through therapy when he was little. His first language is Thai. He knows English since he was little because of his parents who are educators and professionals who practice and use the language. Zero picked some Mandarin, Filipino, Korean, and Japanese while attending Chulalongkorn University. 

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Nisa [mother]; Pongsakorn [father]

SIBLINGS: Natthawut, Napha, older brothers, 29 and 26 years old. 

CHILDREN: He has no children.

PETS: A male calico cat named Goblin. 

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » TBA.

FAMILY HISTORY: Zero is the youngest of three children. He was born in a supportive family and each member is talented in their own way. Zero had a happy childhood for the most part; being the youngest he was protected and spoiled but also taught to be compassionate and humble but sometimes, he does get a bit stubborn. Zero has two older brothers, Saam [three in Thai] and Sky [nickname is literal translation of the name] and they got along growing up. They were very popular in high school and also in their university. Everyone in Zero’s father’s family side went to the same high school and university and had always held a place and popularity in these establishments. Zero, along with cousins, were one of the youngest in their family that attended the uni and reaped the benefits of carrying their last name. Zero exceled academically and also in sports. Many of his juniors looked up to him and although he realized that it was an honor to be in such position as he did, he felt that the attention and popularity was also due to his inability to speak. Did they pity him? He had many friends but often time, he preferred being along and spent his weekends doing his own thing instead of hanging out like other people his age. Zero had been gripped by a deep loneliness that he believed is beyond the many concerns that he currently possess... Since he graduated, Zero has been working at Amarin Media Group in the company's production department, working on ads/commercials for big brands in Thailand and other neighboring countries. Despite not being able to speak, Zero is a good communicator and was able to prove that he can handl whatever job was given to him. He worked his way up as one of the youngest directors/producers in their department. Although many employees in the company, most of them jealous of what Zero was able to accomplished at a very young age, would say that he got the position and popularity because of his name.

BEFORE HIS REBIRTH: Zero was also known as Kitsanik and sometimes Aput by the Inuits who observed him as he roamed the ocean searching for potential friends and partner. But his inability to communicate with other whales of his kind prevented him to create his own pack, causing him to live alone own his own as no whale ever heard his call out to them. 

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Zero had been linked to various people but he never had a serious relationship. He felt many people who wanted to date him only liked him because of his popularity or they show interest in him because they pity him.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Zero became good friends with the company's founders. 

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: "There’s someone out there for me.”

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): Being alone and yet, he also prefers being alone.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISEASE(S): Depression.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): Alcoholism.