#The fact that someone is writing her matters

[sixflame438]

What Is Love?

Synopsis - You are a renowned author known for writing great pieces but youve never written romance because you dont know what it feels like. Until one day you visit a bookstore and you meet a cute girl who makes you feel things.

Pairing - Huh Yunjin x Reader

Tags - Fluff, Artist!Yunjin, Writer!Reader, possible errors

A/N - Originally written on and for Yunjins bday (over a month ago). Was longer but this was finished already so ive cut it. Part 2 one day

Word Count - 3300

You couldnt write romance for shit. It was a well known fact in your fanbase and you were always victim to their teasing. As an author you were renowned for your talented abilities when it came to writing, always creating amazing pieces of work whether it was simple screenplay in hallmark movies or your own books that you drafted and published.

No matter the genre you wrote in, you were always praised and respected for what you wrote. Action, angst, fiction, science fiction, fantasy, fluff, horror. Just name the genre and you had probably written something in it before. All except for romance.

Youve had multiple questions from readers and critics alike grilling you to write romantic fluff for a change but you always evaded the questions to the best of your ability. It wasnt that you didnt want to write romance, in fact youd love to write some happy centric stories for a change but the problem was that you simply didnt know how to.

What was love? You didnt know the answer to that. Obviously you were well versed in platonic and parental love but not romantic love. Youve never been in a proper relationship, hell you dont think youve ever even had a crush before.

And sure youve had kissed a few times with other people but you never felt anything different afterwards. The fireworks when you kiss, the feelings of butterflies, the nervous stuttering of speech, the lingering burn when you brushed your hand against theirs. These were all just urban legends in your mind, always spoken about but never found.

You were convinced people were making it up, how could someone affect you so much by just existing? How was the mere thought of a crush enough to turn someone red? Why red? Is that why its the colour of love? You really couldnt wrap your head around the whole concept.

As a normal person would when writing, you would spend time researching your topic at hand to ensure youd write about it accurately and make sure the things you wrote were described correctly.

But no matter how long you spent studying articles and scientific thesis’s you just couldn’t understand anything. There were too many unknown variables and it seemed each relationship was different. Too many factors for you to bother with and the lack of experience really affected your take on the idea of love.

Of course you tried to put yourself out there, love was always a topic that required field research and experiencing first hand rather than second hand through papers and books, but that didnt mean it ever lead to anything.

There was a situation you were in once where to others it may seem you guys were totally going to get together and become official but it was completely one sided. The girl was obsessed with you, always trying to impress you the best she could in attempts to win you over but you never felt anything for her. If anything you felt a little confused and very sorry for her.

It was valiant dedication from her part you could acknowledge that but you just didnt understand why. Why did she want you to like her so much? Why didnt you feel anything romantic for her? And its not like you didnt want to not feel those feelings for her you just couldnt for some reason. She was cute, loyal and extremely friendly and caring. Textbook green flag. Would make for a perfect girlfriend, but apparently not for you. Maybe love just wasnt for you.

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As you step into the bookstore you feel at ease, a wave of calm exuded from the atmosphere within. You walk between aisles of wooden shelves, each stocked to the brim with every type of book you could ask for. The newest and latest, the old but classic, super specific and niche gaming guides, you name it the store probably had it.

Having already known what you were coming for you swiftly made your way to the section that displayed the newest releases of the month. [insert a book title] was the name of the book, written by yours truly as shown at the bottom with a nice little font that worked well with the cover page.

You weren’t an artist, didnt know any either so the covers were always a little plain but the material inside was good enough to negate that. Well you hope anyway because otherwise no one would buy your stuff and you’d just be another tired broke writer with a dream.

Was it a little conceited to be buying your own books? Maybe. But you had to boost sales somehow and its not like anyone else was gonna find out.

While you were gathering your items you noticed how quiet it actually was in the store, nothing but soft music could be heard in the background, it was the type with no lyrics, just pure instrumental talent. Was that a trumpet just now? You wouldn’t know you weren’t well versed in music.

It was weird though seeing no one else around you. Usually thered be a few people wondering around browsing whether that be alone or with their friends and there was always someone who would stand at the register and greet people who came in.

Was the store closed? Couldn’t be the lights were on and the door wasnt locked so there must be someone in here. Maybe theyre in the back you wonder to yourself as you bring your books to the register counter. Just as you were about to ring the bell you notice a small figure hunched over the counter behind the register.

The person had long straight light brown hair and with the way they were hovered over the counter it looked like they were taking a nap.

“Hello?”

Clearly started by your presence, the person looked up at you shocked, immediately pausing what they were doing. It was a girl that looked about your age and damn was she pretty. As the mystery girl stands up you notice she isnt as small as you originally thought she was, in fact if you had to guess you’d say shes about 12 centimetres taller than you give or take.

You watch on stunned by her beauty as she uses one hand to push her glasses up to their correct position on the bridge of her nose and the other waving around animatedly as she tried to explain herself.

“Oh im so sorry I didnt see or hear you come in, must’ve had my music on too loud again” She explains sheepishly while gesturing to the airpod in her left ear. When she doesnt get a reply from you she just stares back at you with a confused tilt of her head.

“Uh hello?” The girl says with a light wave in front of your face trying to get your attention, “are you there?”

“Oh right sorry” you finally reply, shaking your head slightly embarrassed as you realise you just zoned out staring at the girls face. “just wanted to get these please”

“Of course! Let me help you with that it wont be a minute” the girl says cheerfully

As your stack of books were getting processed you took the moment to fully take in the girl in front if you again. Hazel eyes, black frames, white and black lined shirt, wooden pencil, blue krabby patty bun?

“What were you drawing?”

“Oh im drawing a jellyfish” the girl replies proudly, picking up her sketchbook to show you her half finished drawing.

“Oh haha woops” you chuckle nervously as you scratch the back of your neck. “I thought it looked like a krabby patty”

“A krabby patty?!? Ill have you know this unfinished blob is NOT a krabby patty but a beautiful to be blue jellyfish” scoffs the employee who just finished packing up your books.

“Hey now its literally just a blue weirdly shaped circle what else was i supposed to think it was??”

“A jellyfish?”

“Nothing about that says jellyfish”

“Ugh i dont know im just offended you thought it was a krabby patty of all things”

“Does it not look like the shape of a top bun on a burger? And you drew it with a blue colouring pencil, there are no blue burgers that ive seen other than those weirdly coloured krabby patties from spongebob so of course thats what i thought, can you blame me?? It doesnt even have legs yet how am i supposed to know that it was meant to be a jellyfish??”

“So you think im a bad artist?” She says with pouted lips. You didnt understand how but your resolve weakened at the sight of that.

“Now hold on i never said that” you hurriedly rush out in a panic, trying to come up with a way to make the girl feel better.

“Hahaha no im just messing with you”

“Phew you had me worried” you sigh pretending to wipe of sweat of your forehead

“No but i promise im not actually a bad artist, here look through the book ive got better sketches in there which are done and so much better than the so called “krabby patty””

As you carefully flipped each page you took in all the doodles and drawings she had drawn, ranging from realistic environment sketches of mountains and rivers to drawings of people and animals. You also noticed the many many jellyfish scattered throughout the sketchbook.

“You have a thing for jellyfish or?”

“Oh i love jellyfish theyre my favorite animal”

“Thats seems pretty obvious”

“Yea i like drawing them, theyre easy and simple to sketch too! Just a blob for a head and some stringy legs. They also look so cute as well just floating along in the water”

Youre so cute is what you hear a little voice say in the back of your head.

“Whats this?” You ask showing its originator loose pages that you slipped out from the back of the sketchbook. They looked like they had been scrunched up in frustration due to the creases and tear marks on the page and possibly almost discarded.

“Oh uh dont worry about those theyre just some random ideas and concepts i had”

“Well theyre really cool” you comment as you bring attention to a page with a highly detailed sketch of a character you hadnt seen before.

“Did you come up with this yourself?”

“Yea those are my original designs. Ive always wanted to illustrate for books and things alike but i dont know any writers and im not good with words so its hard to come up with my own story” the girl shares and you dont miss the disappointed hopeless tone of her voice.

For some reason the ache in ur heart is back and you absolutely hate the feeling. Without even thinking you blurt out “I can help”. This causes aspiring artist to snap her head towards you, a hopeful yes tentative sparkle in her eyes.

“You can? How?”

As you finally register your words you quickly come up with an explanation, worthy of your previous statement. Mentally slapping yourself in the process for even offering your help. Why did you even agree? There wasnt much else you wanted to do other than buy the books and get out of the store.

“Well im an author myself and i could help you with the storyline of whatever your book would be about. I would just need some pointers on what you want it to be about and what the characters are like etc. Or we could work together and collaborate on something”

“WAIT YOU WOULD DO THAT FOR ME?”

“Mhm”

“OMG I LITERALLY LOVE YOU YOUR SO COOL FOR THAT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU”

Hearing the phrase of endearment had your heart racing a little. To her it was just a throwaway term and you didnt even know this girl so what was this feeling? You watched a little amused as the girl dropped to her knees literally for you

“Ok calm down its not that big of a deal” You say turning your head away to hide the blush and how much that stupid action had affected you.

“Right sorry that was probably a bit much, but are you serious? Im not even that good it might turn into nothing”

“Yea im sure, and if nothing proper comes out of this well im sure ill still have a nice time getting to know you” You say beaming with confidence you didnt know you even had. Were you okay? Were you still in your own body? Since when were you so social / happy and straight forward?

“EEEEEEEEEKKK” the girl shrieked with pure unfiltered happiness, it was cute how excited she was and how her entire being seemed to be radiating with nothing but positivity. The hopeful look in her eyes that screamed gratitude and how one single phrase was enough to seemingly brighten her up like that, you never wanted that light to dim.

The girl recovers her composure and clears her throat.

“Im Yunjin” Your cashier says with an outstretched arm

“Yn, pleasure to meet your acquaintance” You say as you shake her hand, trying to keep professional.

Naturally your eyes travel down to your interlocked hands, it felt nice having it in yunjins. Hers were much bigger than yours and you could feel how soft and gentle her grip was, the warmth sending chills up your arm. Yunjin clears her throat again when she sees you zone out again and not letting go of her hand.

Embarrassed again you drop your grip and mentally curse yourself for being a fool and for holding her hand for the longer than acceptable time.

“Can I have your phone number?”

You dont know why but hearing that statement scared you a little, a prickly feeling that felt unsettling. Sensing your hesitance she quickly adds

“To contact you about you helping me with writing”

“Ah of course” You reply as nonchalantly as possible, trying to mask the embarrassment from almost misinterpreting her words. Theres a light blush over your face as you hand your phone over, hands slightly trembling when you brush against Yunjins.

It doesnt take long for her to make a new contact and when youre handed your phone back you notice ‘Yunjin 💕’ is what she saves herself as. Its almost like she knows the effect shes having on you and shes purposely playing with you.

Other than the foreign feelings you were feeling there was also a different kind of nervousness you were experiencing . 

You had never worked with anyone else before. Its not that you didnt get offers but more that you didnt ever want to work with anyone. Many many talented people (artists and fellow writers alike) had come approaching you in the hopes of a collaboration piece but no matter how much experience or how famous they were you always turned the offers down, preferring your own silence and way of thinking.

It was weird, you were this amazing writer yet there was this indescribable feeling you couldn’t put into words that made you want to gravitate towards the girl. Maybe it was the comforting aura or her goofy personality you had started to see. Whatever it was it had to be big if it was leading you to make this kind of decision.

“So Ms Author what do you write? Do you even have published books?”

“I write childrens books” You say proudly

“Well i assumed thats the type of book you were referring too since your sketches look like they belong in some.” You comment causally with a shrug as if you didnt just diss her.

Wait that wasnt very nice you’ve hardly met this girl and yet youre already making backhanded jokes. Were you just that comfortable with her already to even say that or were you really just a bitch?

Yunjin sends you a glare and an angry pout as she turns her back to you with her arms crossed. You would’ve assumed you’d properly upset her if she didn’t break out into a fit of giggles a second later, wiping tears from her eyes as she turns back around.

“Damn you’re funny, I like you” She says while still laughing.

Then as if her emotions just turned off she pins you with a serious expression, her light tone replaced with a horrible attempt to sound grave

“Youre not serious though right cause you cant just come in here and insult my work”

“Yea im just fucking with you. You see those books?” You ask pointing towards the stack that you just purchased which were now neatly packed into a bag, ready for you to take. “Yea thats me” you finish, trying not to sound arrogant.

Yunjin looked at you in disbelief “You wrote that??!? So many people have come to get this ever since it dropped theres no way thats you, now youre really playing with me”

Not knowing what to say you just give her a small nod trying to remain unaffected as if it was information everyone knew but you couldnt help the little smile that creeps its way onto your face after hearing the praise.

“Shit so youre like famous famous….” Yunjin trails off as you can physically see the gears in her head turning, each furrow and blink signifying a new thought.

“Wait so people actually buy their own books? Can you not just get a free copy from the printing company or something? Why would you go out and buy one thats a waste of effort.”

“I do get a copy, I just like the feeling of buying something I actually made, its a nice feeling of satisfaction. Plus it boosts book sales”

“……is that not like cheating? Its smart, but it sounds wrong”

“Well im pretty sure im not the only one who does this” You say dismissively with a shrug.

“Huh guess you learn something new everyday” Yunjin replies as she slowly grasps the concept.

“Right here are your books you probably dont wanna be stuck here any longer, thatll be $57.94”

“Who says i wouldnt wanna be stuck here with someone as pretty and talented as you?” You reply cheekily as you lean on the counter to get closer to Yunjin.

Its funny seeing the blush rise from her face and you chuckle to yourself as you pull back from the counter to pay with your card.

Yunjin shakes her head lightly, getting out of her starstruck gaze and pushes the bag towards you. “Well here you go, thanks for shopping with us today and on a personal note thank you for offering your help. I really do appreciate it”

“Hey no worries Yunjin, itll be my first collab though so dont come at me if I disagree or do things weirdly”

“Haha dont worry, im quite excited either way”

“Oh me too. Im gonna go now but it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah definitely” Yunjin says with a bright smile.

Youre waving as you leave and as your hand reaches for the door handle youre stopped by your cashier calling your name, turning to face her direction once again.

“Oh and yn?” Damn her saying your name felt nice. “Call me” she says with a wink and smirk.

You cant stop the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach but you turn back anyway and walk out as if you felt nothing.

Cruising down the street towards where your car was parked, you couldn’t help but be invigorated with this new feeling. It was hopeful, exciting and you couldn’t help thinking that this was going to be the start of something new.

[shiroselia]

Also to put some context straight because I realise I might make it sound like Alex's writing Right Now is bad. It's not, it's been bad since Elizabeth's death.

It's not gross only because of the real world circumstances. Alex's writing is bad disregarding how the real world looks right now because turning your own character into a meme one-liner machine as soon as she's served her narrative high point in the story is just bad writing all around. (Not to say that she didn't have one-liners before but after Elizabeth's death it's been her Only narrative purpose.) And Alex being the (in-game context here, this is not true for Helena's canon where Anne has a broken family and Lisa is queer too, but I'm not giving SSE credit for what Helena has built and neither should you, because they're separate canons) only queer rep, working class rep, and character with an (actually shown) broken family dynamic makes everything about her flanderization gross no matter what. It reads incredibly fucking gross no matter what. Because it's really fucking interesting how SSE is so hellbent on turning their very (and only) marginalized character with some very real struggles into a fucking joke. The fact that we're currently in an economical recession and that SSE had the perfect opportunity to show a working class character having a very real struggle many young people (and also adults) face of hating their job and struggling with a system not made for them and also hates you and wants you to continue in your misery that often isn't your fault is just salt on the wound. (Which is another point, Alex is VERY easy to read as neurodivergent and the questline, as I've gotten informed, has some Really unfortunate "yikes you think Differently and not like everyone else?" dialogue that is already tired and unnecessary but is extra Yikes when you remember this.)

Alex's writing is bad because SSE refuse to treat her as a character, it's just even worse when you look at the real life circumstances.

Alex should not only be a character when certain people write her. Alex should not only be well-written when she's written by people who relate to her. She should be well-written all the time because some standard sense of character consistency is WRITING BASICS.

As I've been saying, calling it tone deaf doesn't even begin to cover it, but it is being nice about it.

[uniiiquehecrt]

Voice actors are NOT the same as actors.

It takes a specific kind of skill-set and training to be able to warp and meld the voice. It takes a certain kind of talent and dedication to hone that talent into the ability to meld the voice and invoke emotion with one's voice alone. Actors are used to using their voice secondarily to their body language and their facial expressions. It's all mirrored back on camera. They do have nuance. But it's a different kind of nuance and a different kind of training to produce that nuance.

Voice actors might get their likeness transposed on their character's design, and maybe their mannerisms might seep into the character's animation. But when it's all said and done: their presence is in their voice. They are bringing a character to life, showing that emotion in their voice, trying to keep a specific accent, drawl, pitch, tone in that voice and keep it consistent for their recording sessions.

The voice actor is like a classically trained musician who can play first chair in a competitive, world-renown orchestra. The actor (who fills the voice actor's role) is like a moot who played violin in beginner and intermediate high school orchestra and thinks they can get into Juilliard with that 2-4 years of experience.

This doesn't mean that the HS orchestra moot can't play. They can even be really good at it. Maybe they won competitions and sat first chair. But they are not in the same league as the person who's been training their whole lives and lives and breathes to hone their craft using the instrument and all of the training they've ever acquired to perfect it. They are not meant for the same roles. They are not in the same caliber. You do not hire the HS equivalent when you want to play complex music in a competitive orchestra.

Actors are not the same as voice actors.

And furthermore, actors - especially big name actors - taking the roles of animated characters for big budget films or TV pilots makes no sense anyways when - at least in the case of TV pilots - there's not a point to hiring a big budget actors anyways. That money could be used elsewhere (like paying your animators), and the talent that is brought onto the screen for X character could then be hired on to voice said character no recasting required.

I wouldn't say voice acting as a profession is in danger exactly, but it's certainly being disrespected and overlooked for celebrity clout, and this has ALWAYS been an issue. Shoot, even Robin Williams knew that much - which is why he tried so hard not to be used as a marketing chess piece for Aladdin and got royally pissed off when it happened anyways. People shouldn't go to any movie (but especially not animated films) because "oh famous actor is in it". People should go because it's a good movie and the voice acting is good.

People who honest to god think that voice actors are replaceable because "oh well anyone can voice act" or "I like xyz celebrity so naturally it'll be good" ... Honestly I just wish you'd reassess your priorities because you're missing the point and are part of the problem.

Voice Actors ≠ Actors.

[avirael]

This Home of Mine

How had it come to this?, Aviloh asked himself as the argument around him began to get louder. Somehow he had known it would all end horribly one day. He just had hoped it would take a little longer. He only had himself to blame for this, he thought as his eyes fearfully scanned the crowd that was slowly gathering around them.

There at the sidelines stood U‘khaya with a gleeful expression on her face. She knew this would happen, he realised. But A’viloh wasn’t the kind of person to blame her for what happened…

U‘khuba‘s twin sister had always been following the boys around even when they all had still been kids. She had been a brave and stubborn little girl, maybe a little mean sometimes but not more so than her brother. A‘viloh had always thought she was following them because of Khuba - twins being inseparable or something. Never had he imagined the reason would be Laqa instead.

Of course he could have guessed it. Everyone loved Laqa! Apparently Khaya wasn’t an exception in this matter.

That evening - before the argument - A‘viloh had waited for quite some while by the pond. They had always used to hide there when they still had been kids, every time the other boys had stirred trouble or teased the girls.

By now it was one of the spots Laqa and him sometimes used as meeting points when they sneaked out of the settlement together. But today the other Miqo’te had arrived so late, A‘viloh had already started to wonder if something had happened.

“There you are!”, Aviloh said relieved as Laqa finally appeared just when he was about to go searching for him. “I was already worried. Did something happen?”

The blonde Miqo’te made an annoyed face. “Just Khaya happened…”

A’viloh didn’t understand. “Khaya? What’s wrong with her?”

“Everything apparently!”, Laqa exclaimed disgruntled, which made A‘viloh even more confused.

Laqa sighed.

“She waylaid me on my way outside.”, he explained but couldn’t help to look a little angry still. “Started talking some nonsense about how impressed she was about the quarry from our last hunt and how it is a shame that it isn’t me leading the tribe instead of father.”

A’viloh furrowed his brows, still not quite connecting the dots. Laqa grimaced. “Then she threw herself at me and tried to kiss me.”

“She what?”, A‘viloh exclaimed a little louder than intended, with a mix of shock and disbelief on his face.

Laqa raised his hands in a calming manner. “Don’t worry! I of course told her that I am not interested. Like I ever would be anyway! We may be almost the same age but she is still my mother’s sister. What was she even thinking, Vi?”

A‘vi shrugged but couldn’t help to remember something one of Laqa’s sisters had once told him. “Lamana mentioned that Khaya didn’t agree with some of U‘odh‘s opinions. She thought her and Khuba were still mad with him because of their father…”

“That makes no sense! They have no reason for that! It’s not like father threw them all out!”, Laqa said annoyed. “Alone because of mom he wouldn’t have! Anyway, grandpa had been old already, if not father then someone else would sooner or later have challenged him. All of them were always treated equally. Why would they be mad?”

A’viloh gave another shrug and smiled weakly. “Maybe it’s none of that and she really just is a little in love with you… I can’t blame her…”

Laqa lightly glared at him, as if he wanted to say “this isn’t funny”, but couldn’t help to grin himself.

“It’s still absurd!”, he said while shaking his head.

“You think?”, A‘viloh asked and chuckled. “I wouldn’t be surprised if half the village was secretly in love with you.”

Laqa made a sound somewhere between an annoyed huff and a suppressed laugh. Then he stretched out a hand for A‘viloh to take. As A‘viloh did so Laqa pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around him. “Too bad for them that the only one I will ever love is you.”

All too willingly - too carelessly! - A’viloh melted into the other Miqo’te’s embrace. Laqa saying things like this never failed to give him a warm and fuzzy feeling. Just as much as Laqa kissing him always made his heart skip a beat and his mind go silent.

Gently A‘viloh wrapped his arms around the taller Miqo’te’s neck, like an invitation to pull him even closer and deepen their kiss, when suddenly a sound appeared nearby. Their ears, currently slightly drooped, attentively shot up and both Miqo’te instinctively turned to see where the unexpected sound had come from.

Without doubt, there by one of the larger rocks nearby, eyes wide and mouth agape in disbelief, stood a Miqo’te girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes.

Khaya!

This was the exact moment A‘viloh knew he was in trouble.

“Khaya…”, Laqa was the first one to find his voice again. He sounded almost as if he wanted to reassure a shy animal, but it only made the girl unfreeze, whirl around and run away. “No! Khaya, wait!”, Laqa called and ran after her. He probably wanted to explain, wanted to beg her to stay silent, but A‘viloh knew it was too late already.

With his heart hammering against his chest and his thoughts racing he stood there and just watched them go. For a second he wondered what he should do now. But he had nowhere else to go, probably no one else who would defend him apart from Laqa. So slowly he followed back to the settlement, wishing he could just vanish into thin air.

***

“Tell me this isn’t the thruth.”, U‘odh demanded from his son. His voice was still relatively calm but there already was a tone in it, a kind of threatening sound that also reflected on his face.

For a moment the thought crossed A’viloh’s mind, that Laqa could simply have lied. That he simply could have denied everything. Maybe, just maybe, his father would have believed him.

But that wasn’t like Laqa.

“It’s true!”, Laqa admitted and turned his face a little bit to look at A‘viloh, who so far had stood a few steps behind him, trying to stay out of U’odh’s attention. “A‘vi and I are a couple.”

A murmur went through the crowd and somehow even A‘viloh felt surprised to hear him say this so bluntly for everyone to hear. U‘odh laughed, but it lacked any humor. A’viloh already looked very uncomfortable but when the nunh’s sharp eyes landed on him, he almost flinched away and cast his eyes down to the ground.

“That weak little welp?!”, U’odh spat out, speaking to his son but still looking and pointing at A’viloh. “What do you want with him?! He’s good for nothing!”

A’viloh had never quite understood this either. There were so many better people than him and still Laqa had chosen him instead. Carefully A‘viloh glimpsed up at Laqa and could see his whole body tense up against the nunh’s insulting words. Stubbornly Laqa stared into his father’s eyes and growled.

“Don’t you dare to speak of him like that! I don’t care if he can fight or not, he is kind and wonderful and I love him!”

But U‘odh simply shook his head and laughed condescendingly.

“Love?! Don’t be foolish now… you know nothing about love.”

That had been too much for Laqa.

Usually no one dared to speak up against U‘odh no matter how harsh his words sometimes were. But Laqa, in a way just like his father and in another just like his mother, never had known how to back down. The anger about the situation and also about his father didn’t help, so his next words sounded especially blunt and sharp, more so than he probably truly thought.

“More than you! You wouldn’t recognise love if it stood right in front of you! Because you are just a bitter resentful man who doesn’t know how to love!”

Shocked gasps sounded from the crowd and everybody stared at either Laqa or his father, waiting for a reaction. For a few long seconds both remained silent. But while Laqa just stared at the older Miqo’te with a stubborn, unyielding face, the nunh‘s face changed slowly but entirely. All the mockery faded from his face and instead his expression turned to an angry snarl.

A‘viloh knew he would only end up in the crossfire but if he didn’t do something now, they would certainly fight and that was the last thing any of them could want. He didn’t really know what to say but scraped up all his bravery and stepped forward a bit. Trying to divert their attention from each other he spoke up, still quiet but clearly audible against this deadly silence.

“Please stop, I don’t —“

But U’odh wasn’t going to listen to whatever he had to say. Furiously he whirled towards him and stepped closer with wild rage in his eyes.

“No one allowed YOU to speak, you pathetic little weakling! Get out of my sight, you are none of my kin and I never want to see your whiny face again! You are nothing but a parasite and I have suffered your presence here for long enough! Begone! You are no longer welcome here!”

Of course. A‘viloh had expected this but it still hurt to hear these words out loud. He tried not to cry but already looked quite miserable already, even without tears. U’odh however wasn’t done with him yet.

“Oh, how I regret the day I allowed you to stay here! I wish you had just died with the rest of your miserable family!”, the nunh hissed and looked as if he was about to attack A‘viloh with more than just hurtful words.

With tears in his eyes A‘viloh shivered in fear and flinched away. He had never seen U’odh so furious before. But before the man could loose his self-control entirely and really tried to strike at him, Laqa stepped between them and protectively wrapped his arms around A‘viloh.

Instantly everything went silent again. Everyone seemed shocked by what had happened or what U’odh had just said. Even the nunh himself seemed stunned when he saw his son’s disgusted face, staring at him. But U‘odh was not the kind of man to give in or admit his failures. Instead he quietly but sharply said, “Don’t look at me so. My word is final. He is none of our family and I want him gone by tomorrow.”

With a strange mixture of defiance and sadness Laqa looked at his father for a moment, before he spoke.

“In that case I don’t consider you my family any longer either. A place where A‘vi isn’t welcome I cannot call my home. If you send him away, I will go with him!”

Briefly a shadow crossed his face but then U’odh looked entirely unfazed again.

“Where would you even go?”, he asked and shook his head dismissively.

“Anywhere but here...”, Laqa replied coldly and turned to A’viloh. “Let’s go and pack our things.”

All of this had happened so suddenly A’viloh still could not quite believe it. No matter what U’odh had said, for him this place was still his home and the people here the closest thing he had to a family. He didn’t want to leave.

“What? Now?”, he asked and pleadingly looked to Laqa, hoping that there was some way to make everything right after all.

“Yes! I’m sure we can stay with the Flames for one night and tomorrow morning we leave.”

His decision seemed to be final, just as U’odh’s. What was A’viloh supposed to do against that?

Laqa made a point of taking A‘viloh’s hand so everyone could see it and knew to whom his loyalty belonged. Slowly he let his gaze wander over the crowd of curious faces giving them one last chance to speak up but they all remained silent.

With a last disappointed look at his father he turned around and walked away, unconcerned that they all stared at them as they left.

[fefairys]

i think that vriska homestuck and vriska pesterquest are two distinct versions of vriska and i think that a lot of people are thinking more about PQ vriska than HS vriska when they discourse about her because they remember PQ more clearly than HS and so they don’t remember like… the true, canon vriska from the comic, they mostly just remember a version of vriska that was one person’s exercise in projecting onto a character to write about her experiences, but was actually not all that in character when you compare it to HS vriska. so the discourse goes nowhere because we are now talking about two completely different characters.

[autumnoakes]

man... rhoam's "redemption" in aoc really sucked, huh?

like botw SHOWED us, several times, how much pressure rhoam put on zelda to unlock her powers, despite her telling him, several times, that it wasn't working. he got angry and banned her from doing not only something she saw as useful, but something that she was clearly very interested in and passionate about because she "wasn't dedicating enough time to her prayers." yes, his diary expresses regret for it, but at the end of the day, if zelda saw that it wouldn't mean much to her. the actions rhoam took, and the way zelda grew up under so much pressure that she nearly died as a child in one of the springs (this is in urbosa's diary, iirc) mean so much more than his regrets and his intentions. it took him nearly 10 years to realize that he fucked up, and by that point it was too late. the calamity had returned, and rhoam had lost any chance he had at making things right with zelda.

meanwhile, in aoc, all that's there is some half-hearted scene in the temple of time that's supposed to make everything better? yes, aoc had a very different and arguably better outcome than the calamity that led to botw, but the damage was still done by rhoam. it's still the same hurts and abuse and trauma that he put his daughter through all because of the prophesized calamity.

[enlichened]

ok im more confident in my theory that hylia is actually the evil one/antagonist in the overall legend of zelda structure bc my little brother who watches zelda theory videos went like :0 at me when i asked him about it

[thedevotionaltour]

even for period typical ableism it still drives me nuts for karen to go oh poor matt how can he deal and get around as if he hasn't been blind most of his life at this point and living on his own by himself as an adult for his entire adult life after college and has also lived in the city his whole life like girl use your damn brain he can get around by himself just fine. good god. like take five seconds to use your brain. literally adult man who lives by himself if nothing else that should tell you he is fine and when he needs assistance has the knowledge and ability to go get it you act as if he can't even walk on the sidewalk by himself. he literally shows up to work by himself. it drives me up the wall sometimes how she sees proof of him functioning fine independently literally witnesses it on the daily and still thinks these things. like again foggy isn't great either bc again the period typical ableism (and just general ableism in the world outside of this period as this is a common attitude of viewing disabled people as helpless and unable to function even if they are people who do live independently (and im not touching on people who do need extra support and caretaking in this context. as this post is about these characters in the context of a story. so im talking about what we see there instead of any truly meaningful nuanced way) but the writing here is like. Particularly this way due to the time) he has a modicum more of understanding that matt is literally a capable grown adult man. literally told karen matt is a big boy who can handle himself and then karen went b-b-but you forget he's blind as if foggy hasn't known him for years of his life and is his best friend like PLEASE SEE HIM AS AN ADULT. I AM GOING TO GO INSANE. PLEASE RESPECT HIM IF YOU LOVE HIM SO DEARLY. AND EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T. JUST RESPECT HIM AS A PERSON!!!!!!

[variousqueerthings]

*sighs in post mildly broke containment again* there's nothing wrong with reading willow as a lesbian, this is a piece of fiction, and the post I made took on a jokey tone for a reason and is ultimately more about underlying bi-erasure on tv than anything else kaybye ✌

[truethes]

the fun thing about luoch.a is the realisation of how his defense isn't donning a mask, he's more of an actor instead. the version of him that you meet is typically the version of him that you, as a person, have interpreted in your head - and one in which he, in turn, will continue to play off as and, effectively complete that role.

like please think complete angelina joli.e girl interrupted rn: i'm playing the villain baby, just like you want.

[cursed-spirit-manipulation]

lot of ppl upset abt the lack of. Any Real Acknowledgement of Gojo dying and I'm not saying they're wrong but I did realize that I think that's pretty much just how JJK is. Like Riko died. Anyway. Kuroi maybe? We don't know. Haibara died. Ok. Geto died. Like that's a big part of the plot but Gojo doesn't tell the first years SHIT about him. They just know there's a weird monk fucking everything up (and that's fucking Kenjaku lmao). Nanako and Mimiko. Nanako and fucking Mimiko. Like I'm not saying this is... Okay I'm mad about Riko bc like. She's a big part of the reason Geto BECAME A MASS MURDERER I'd enjoy if he mourned her more. I JUST REMEBERED THAT YUKI DIED. And Choso. ANYWAY I don't think this is Terrible Storytelling bc it does feel indicative of the way Jujutsu Society treats sorcerers (and potentialy civilians) where you're just expected to fucking Move Along. And I think there might be something genuine in Gojo, being a part of that system, still feeling like what he wants is to fade away after he dies, arguably showing that in the end he is the same as everyone else, he's human, he's mortal. And that being both a genuine desire and warped coping mechanism, and the way that's hard to truly parse. But also it does kinda sucks when the characters seem to straight up Forget the ppl who died... Like. Sorry I just got so mad Abt Larue and Miguel and THEY DONT EVEN TALK ABOUT NANAKO AND MIMIKO? TBEY TALK ABOUU MISSING GETO BUT WE CANT GET A SINGLE FUCKING MENTION OF HIS GOD DAMN DAUGHTERS? anyway the treatment of death in JJK is a good Foundation for themes and emotional resonance but uhhh Gege kinda sucks at writing so it's. It's eh

[turtlemagnum]

when i was younger and hung out around my uncle a lot more than i do now, i remember whenever he referred to things regarding his native heritage, he always just called it "indian". called himself an indian, called the words he taught us indian, so on. since i was a little kid who didn't know any better, i didn't know that "indian" in the context of indigenous americans was a very broad, frankly bastardized term to paint a vast variety of cultures spanning two whole damn continents with one brush. it only occurred to me as i got much older than i was at the time that there'd be more than one "indian" language, and up until now since i had no idea what tribe(s) he even is i couldn't even begin to know where to look unless i found a download of every goddamn interlingual dictionary available and painstakingly checked every godddamn one for what their word for "thunder" is

the word he taught us meant thunder was hiloha. i didn't even know how to spell it until now, because he only ever said it aloud. literally just a few minutes ago, i decided to ask my grandma (his sister) if we knew what tribe(s) he belonged to. and apparently he's a mix of choctaw and makah. which gave me a lead, which led to me finding a dictionary on libgen, which led to me word searching "thunder" in the choctaw to english dictionary. it's the only word i remember him teaching us, and i'm unsure if he ever tried teaching us others. but it was his dogs name, and he was a damn good boy, so i remembered it clear as day. though, they normally shortened it to "hilo".

so, i guess what came out of this is that i now know a bit more about my uncle's heritage, and where to look for more research. so, if you're gonna have a takeaway from this, i'd appreciate it if you remembered the word "hiloha". it means thunder. and aside from being the name of a very good boy who deserves to be remembered, i think it's even more important to remember the histories, cultures, and of course the languages of all the indigenous folks who came before us and did their damndest to preserve their cultures in spite of it all.

[brittlebutch]

still can't help but empathize deeply with Hob's anger and affront over the duel during the 'Southern Lawn' episode, mostly because I also cannot understand the social steps taken to land him in that position during any part of those confrontations

[fayevalcntine]

Some people put way too much stock in iwtv writers handling everything pristinely well and idk, I think that's gonna blow up in their face sooner or later when season 1 alone proved that they are not trying to tiptoe around certain matters and would sooner be fine with causing a problem and then dismissively refer to it in an interview than even worry about it in the first place

[tacagen]

erik alfred leslie satie you were the real one

[lesenbyan]

you ever just be saying shit and suddenly realize that 13yo you was actually kinda really goin through it?