#but they’re all very similar in tone so it’s hard to share

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[staryuee]

LOVE TRIAL!

GUILTY AREN’T I? OF ALL MY LOVE CRIMES…

— [warnings]. [mentions of drinking (venti)]

— synopsis . . . [char] has decided to come clean and acknowledge all the facts necessary for conviction. the conviction? they’re in love with you.

(more simply, them just being hopeless losers that are in love with you hcs ๑>◡<๑)

— characters . . . venti, zhongli, tartaglia, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, navia, clorinde, arlecchino

— notes . . . i can't go on the genshin x reader tag anymore bc of the amount of smut on it, i’m so loved starved rn…*sighs dramatically* i added venti & zhongli purely bc i love them (plus they’d also be on trial for war reasons so hehe)

VENTI — 温迪

love is quite similar to the wind in a way. comes quickly, randomly, it can hit you hard, it can be gentle and peaceful yet it can also be irritating and noisy.

currently, venti was feeling all the negatives: drunk, irritated, and his heartbeat drowning out any exterior noises to the degree he didn’t even hear your recognisable footsteps entering angel’s share. normally, he’d instantly perk up at the mere glimpse of you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to even bother raising his head up from his arms anymore.

“venti? someone asked me to come check up on you…you alright? (o*｡_｡)o” you gently touched his back in comfort which just made his heart swell.

“mfh…i’m—hic—okay (ﾟヘﾟ)?” he responds nonchalantly.

“yeah, you sound very self-assured don’t you...come here then.”

“drink with me… (♡´𓋰`♡)”

“nope, i’m getting you far away from angel’s share, this is bad, even for you.” you speak to him so softly it almost makes him sleepy as you attempt to lift him up. venti wrapped his arms around your neck in response, pouting at you with a hazy and dizzy look.

his hand travels to your cheek, delicately caressing it with weird concentration. he leans into what seems like a kiss before pausing and resting his forehead onto your shoulder instead. he whispers in a delicate and dreamy tone, “i love you… too much.”

ZHONGLI — 钟离

zhongli fiddled with the brooch you gifted him while out on a stroll the other day with a complaisant smile, humming a tune to himself that he specifically remembered you sung. it was such a lovely melody, something so serene and gentle it was almost like the feeling of sunlight on your skin. or perhaps that was only the case because you sung it?

he’s an ancient being with countless of prior lifetimes and ones ahead; he’s no lovesick fool, but he couldn’t deny that the giddy feeling in his churning stomach, and the swirling of his heart is a rather enticing experience, one which he cannot tire from.

his mind traced back to the short hangout you had earlier today; nothing unusual, just a walk around liyue harbour with his hand inching closer to yours, breath hitching at the minute contact before he retracted his hand to awkwardly play with his rings. oh, and that angelic smile that he loved so much…

zhongli traced his bottom lip, imagining it as your own as a silly smile graced his face at his delusion. would you lean into his touch? move away? be startled, confused, or even worried? would you look away? or…

ahh…perhaps, he’s a little head over heels for you, alright?

TARTAGLIA — 公子

“tartaglia, please. this is seriously too much!!” he crumpled another letter with that specific and significant order and threw it skillfully over into the bin. there’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to showering someone with gifts, ESPECIALLY during important holidays and events! at least that’s what tartaglia’s delusional lovesick mind has led him to wholeheartedly believe.

he gazes over at the countless trinkets you’ve given him over the course of your adventures and vacations; i mean if you can do it, why can’t he? little does he realise that “trinkets” is much more acceptable than “gifts that pile up to your ceiling at the end of each week”.

it makes sense for you to want to spoil someone any way you can if you love them.

…love them?? did he love you? i mean, he accepts your affection like it’s a natural instinct, sends you letters and gifts biweekly, his entire family knows you, and whenever you exchange gifts during holidays he purposefully skims his fingers over yours.

but that’s all just friendly gestures…okay listen he may have believed santa clause (or the teyvat equivalent…?) was real for several years because of pulcinella but he’s not THAT horrifically oblivious (grits teeth). he absolutely adores you, and the letters he has stashed away, that could practically count as love confessions due to how descriptive they are of your character, are solid evidence.

WANDERER — 流浪者

your mind has three defense mechanisms against impactful events: repression, denial and displacement. all of which were prevalent with the wanderer.

he pushed the conscious memories of abandonment into his unconscious, he ignored the reality of his feelings for you to avoid any form of attachment, and proceeded to take out his anger onto you because of the way you made him feel.

he’s convinced himself he hates you.

hate, within the context of a romantic relationship, arises mainly from a relational betrayal. betrayal trauma can feel an awful lot like the dull and lingering pain after a swift punch to the gut. the person who hurt you isn't a stranger, yet when they leave, it certainly feels like you never knew them at all.

that’s precisely why he can’t fall for you…but he does so anyway; because how was he meant to override the childish fluttering in his prototype heart whenever you gently brushed your shoulders together when walking, or when your eyes met and you instantly smiled at him so stupidly?

and well, he isn’t really doing a good job of pretending he hates you when he lets you touch him so freely, or when he seeks your simple affections out without shame…

☆ ITTY BITTY SPOILERS ☆ for both fontaine archon quests 🐳

LYNEY — 林尼

lyney rubbed his weary eyes as the light began to settle into his view. while initially blurry, after blinking a few times, lyney realised exactly where he was; the opera epiclese. yet he’s not standing where he and his twin would be if they were preforming a magic show, rather, he was standing directly where an accused perpetrator would.

despite how hazy he felt, that tinge of anxiety managed to bubble into his stomach to ironically stabilise him. the stomping sound of a cane reverberated through the room which fixed his attention to the iudex. “order.” his voice caused lyney to grimace whatever words he’d utter next. why was he reliving this moment?

“mister lyney, i hereby declare you as guilty in this love trial.”

lyney couldn’t help but blink and tilt his head in confusion…what kind of trial? was that some sort of code? 【・_・?】

“with no further objections, the oratrice shall now deliver its final verdict.” however, before he could hear the motions of the machine in action, he awoke: sweaty, confused, and face flushed a brilliant red hue. lyney glanced over at his bedside table, his cheeks tinting even redder at the sight of a rose that he gained from your fine hands.

maybe that dream was trying to tell him something…(｡•́︿•̀｡)

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

recently, the skies of fontaine have been ever so clear. every blemish of grey spotted clouds disarrayed into a flurry of white, the sun blazing out and making it the most perfect atmosphere for a pleasant summer. though…this was the middle of october, so this particular weather puzzled the fontaine citizens, albeit with little complaint.

neuvillette sat in his office with a gentle and subtle smile expressed his soft features, although he maintained that ‘air’ of professionalism as he went over a recent investigation, he subconsciously grazed his fingertips over a letter with your name on it.

to neuvillette, love is a lot like a trial (or perhaps that’s the only analogy he can conjure up to comprehend his deepening feelings for you). you put yourself out there, presenting your best case for why you deserve to be loved, just as a lawyer presents their case for why their client is innocent. it involves the same sense of vulnerability, uncertainty, and even risk: you don't know how the outcome will turn out, and you have to have faith in the process and trust in the person who is judging (or loving) you.

his judgement about you, however, doesn’t need much thought or even a confirmation of the verdict with the oratrice. he’s in love with you, devoted, if you will. and perhaps, if you’re willing, he’d be happy to make a whole argumentative case on why you deserve him.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

he’s very tempted to make a case against you.

you’ve committed the most heinous crime known to teyvat, one which no person has had the courage to fulfil:

stealing his heart.

how long would he have you down in the fortress for to pay for your crimes? glad you asked, because he’s made an entire mental plan for whenever you visit him in the fortress of meropide (for whatever reason…let’s just hope it’s nothing TOO bad ahaha…. ._.)

your sentence would depend on how long it takes for you to fall for him too. god he’s never realised how much of an absolute loser he can be when enamoured it actually makes him angry. if you could see the way he low-key giggles and plays with his hair at even the slightest glimpse of you, he’s assured your sentence would be several years instead of his hopeful couple months (unless you’re already in love with him then…hey.)

i’m pretty certain if he could, he’d send you a letter that says “haha, what if we kissed? just kidding! unless…”

yeah, he’s THAT level of loser for you. (*´∀｀*)

NAVIA — 娜维娅

valentine’s day has become her favourite holiday! not for any “particular” reason…certainly not because she can use the day to “platonically” spoil you with food and subtle affection whenever she pleases.

“happy valentine’s day! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡” navia smiles at you and bows, presenting you a pink bag glittered in hearts, a cute bow on of one of the handles. you smiled in response and took the bag from her gently. merely catching a sneaky peek into it you could see several little plastic bags filled with goodies and sweets, ones you assumed where baked by her fine hands.

“thank you, navia! honestly, i look forward to this every year~ (∩❛ڡ❛∩)” you laugh as you unwrap one of the brownies in the bag and begin chewing on it with a complaisant and satisfied expression. your sweet and genuine look made her heart clench in her chest, she coughs into her hand awkwardly and looks away from your lips.

“uhum, i’m glad! anyways i’ve got uhh…something to do…(｡>\\<)” she replied hastily, clutching at her chest dramatically as she left, leaving you rather confused: you continued to eat her pastries regardless of the sudden change in atmosphere, because i mean who doesn’t like free shit made specifically for you?

navia’s mind and heart felt so fuzzy as she checked her complexion in her pocket sized mirror, padding at her face with powder to futilely hide her immense blush. putting away her mirror, she flipped over her hat to reveal a matching pink letter with cursive writing on it. “sorry lyney your plan was cute and all…but i seriously can’t do this today…”

CLORINDE — 克洛琳德

harbouring her position as the best champion duelist means there’s plenty of people (people who desire death at the hands of a pretty woman.) who wish to duel or spar against her purely to see her skills personally. yet, so far there’s been no one who’s stepped up to that challenge (we can ignore tartaglia for now.)

until you, that is. you have no reason to ask to spar with her, and while she has little reason to refuse you, she does reject your requests each time. however, clorinde has learnt over time that refusing your cute face and sweet smile leaves a little bit of her hollow, so alas, one day when she had a free schedule — she accepted a spar session.

thank the hydro archon that she did because holy shit. clorinde never thought she had a type, perhaps just someone who’s the opposite of her to balance her out, but now she definitely knows you qualify. the way the sweat drips down your arms and neck, your expression fixed yet amused and the subtle vein forming on your hand as you grip your weapon…shit she’s not paying attention.

as you strike a blow that leaves her tumbling backwards onto the floor, a cheeky grin adorns your face that makes her heart skip like pebbles on a flowing river. you can boast about your win against the champion duelist for all of teyvat to hear, all she cares about is seeing that side of you again…please.

ARLECCHINO — 阿���奇诺

ah well shit.

this isn’t going to exactly work now, will it? technically, falling in love with a subordinate isn’t against some sort of law or code, but a harbinger being bewitched is a different story.

arlecchino leaned against her desk with her hands resting behind her. an icy shiver ran down your spine as her eyes were practically piercing through you. did you mess up on a report or something…? was this the end…(,,>ࡇ<,,)? you’ve always thought you kept a pretty good and quite close relationship with the knave, but perhaps that was your downfall?

it’s not easy to ignore the deafening sound of her heartbeat, that alone made it even more difficult to concentrate when you’re just an arms reach away from her in her private study, with no one to bother you two. it’s futile to ignore the fluttering of your heart, therefore, arlecchino decides to saunter over to you with a poker face, something which only made you want to die on the spot.

she leaned over on your desk with her hands right on the edge, you instinctively peel your head upwards to question her with a meek voice, “is uhm, something wrong, knave?” you begged she didn’t notice the slight quiver in your voice.

“i believe,” she averts her gaze before staring directly at you with a much more softened expression, “i’ve fallen in love with you.”

I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, YOU’RE ALSO GUILTY…

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[penvisions]

gone to the dogs {chapter one}

Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: Bared teeth and instincts are all you have to defend yourself while out beyond the walls of the zone. And sometimes, you have Joel Miller, though he's just as apt to turn on you as anyone else.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, canon typical gore, outbreak fic, age gap (only by about ten years), dark fic, dark joel miller, mean joel miller, joel miller is uptight, degrading language, sexual language, sexual proposition, violence, heated interactions, adult language, fighting, references to injuries, blood, one (1) instance of joel miller bashing someone's head in, gun use, gun violence, reader chokes someone out, reader is snarky, reader meets joel toe-to-toe with insults and it's amazing both reader and joel pov, lemme know if there are any i missed!

A/N: this is different by far than anything else i've written and shared. dark joel miller content tends to be so controversial sometimes but i've been wanting to explore this part of his character for quite a while. the reader insert is also far more...robust than any i've written but it's all so exciting! please lemme know what y'all think?

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The tracks are faint, you’re barely able to make them out yourself as you crouch low to the ground and move your hand in the direction they look like they’re headed in.

“Hey, you missed somethin’.”

“The hell you talking about, there ain’t nothin’ to miss.” He’s suddenly hovering over you, his own footfalls silent despite the pain you know he carries in his back and the swagger he has to adapt to not irritate it. He’s shining his flashlight on the imprint you had managed to find among all the dirt and rubble, a barely there scrape in the dirt that could be mistaken for anything. His voice is harsh, degrading in tone as he scoffs at your find. “You didn’t find shit, stop trying to make somethin’ outta nothin’.”

“Yeah and I suppose the marks that look about the same depth and span out in an even trail heading north ain’t shit either, huh?” You ignore the heat of his legs clad in faded and dirt smeared denim far too close for comfort. It would be easy to brush against them if you turned just slightly. Straitening back up to your full height, you don’t step back as you aim your own light over the similar marks that lead down a narrow path between the scattered and broken bricks. “It’s someone’s staggered gait, would bet they twisted their ankle or knee and it’s dragging enough to leave ‘em behind for us. Need to trust the younger pair of eyes we’ve got out here.”

“Don’t mean it’s our guy.” Joel doesn’t budge, ignoring the double whammy insult, head turning back at the hush of wind sweeping between the crumbling buildings. He turns his light off, securing it between his belt and waistband on the back of his hip. You know he knows there’s some truth to your words with how he ignores them. A habit of his you picked up, silence in the wake of begrudging agreement. Never voiced lest someone overhear that he had his moments of amenable tendencies, even if they were very rare and far between.

“Could be.” You insist, you knew what you were doing. You knew how to get the damn job done and if he heeded your words even once, he would realize it could make the situation go a whole lot smoother than it had been. But of course he doesn’t, he’s as stubborn as you are. Something you loathe about the man who had become one of your partners. It was hard to trust him when he didn’t trust you, constantly at odds with the gruff way he insisted he knew better. It was beginning to get on your nerves, the days harder when you had to interact with him in such close proximity.

“Could be isn’t good enough.”

“Do you need a blowjob or something?” You turn slightly to face him, his strong profile highlighted by the dark golden hues of the setting sun.

“Excuse me?" He pinned you with a dark glare, not taking kindly to your question. He’s chest to chest with you now, hard expression aimed down at you as you don’t move an inch. You wouldn’t back down, never had before and wouldn’t now. He may be intimidating, but you were too in your own ways. Hell, the first encounter you had with the man ended up with your knife at his throat and your knee over his crotch.

Him and Tess had been in your apartment, staking out the smuggling ‘competition’ once they had arrived in the Boston zone. Coming home from a rather painful migraine after shoveling ashes of deceased people had been one of the highlights of the day, if such a thing could even be considered that, only to find two strange people rummaging around through your things. Joel hadn’t been prepared for you to turn on him first, thinking he had hidden himself well in the shadow of your door and following it as you slowly closed it behind you.

A warning shot fired off at Tess had her scrambling behind the beat-up couch in the middle of the room while you turned on him. Only after demanding answers from them and getting them from the woman as she crouched behind the furniture, had you backed down from a stoic Joel.  

“You heard me. You're pent up and snapping at everyone, need some relief?" Tilting your chin up, you meet his dark gaze head on, smirk pulling your lips up on one side. His eyes dilate just the slightest bit before narrowing, but you caught it and he knows you did. His voice is the deepest you’ve ever heard as he slowly responds with only one syllable.

“No."

"I think you do. Don't think I haven't seen the way your eyes drag down my body when you're walking behind me.” A bold statement, but a true one nonetheless. His eyes were a heavy and heady weight whenever they did exactly what you taunted. The thrill of the older man merely looking at you when he thought you wouldn’t see it perked up your self-esteem in a way you weren’t completely immune to, even in the shambles of what the world had turned into.

"Delusional. you're a delusional little-“

"I’m not a little girl, and you damn well know that." You punch the tip of your pointer finger into his chest, the dirty denim warm from his body heat. He’s a big man with a big reputation and it’s hard not to feel powerful as you obviously found one of the weak spots of his soft underbelly. An attack dog, a guard dog, a rabid dog, they all had one thing in common. They were only as strongest as their weakest point.

And you think you just found his.

The mischief of the unexpected discovery must glint in your eyes because his brows furrow impossibly deeper. The frown lines around his mouth pulling his thick mustache down, though it does nothing to shield the pale pink of his full lips.

He scoffs again, a harsh sound from the depths of his chest. Smacking your hand away from him, he takes off to follow the trail he can see a little better now that you’ve pointed it out.

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Act like you’re hot shit around the zone, only reason people don’t mess with you is cause of me.”

“I was doin’ just fine on my own. Remind me again, who staked out who to scope out the competition?”

“Wouldn't let you touch me if I was at the end of a barrel, and it was my saving grace."

“Fuck off, Miller.” You spit back, unable to rise to his taunt even as you fall in line beside him. That one stung, you had to admit. It was your own stupid fault, for finding him so attractive. From his dark hair threaded with silver to the way he carried a lifetime on his shoulders.

But his attitude muddied it, he was no better than a lot of the men you had run into before reuniting with your brother. The end of the world bringing out the worst in people, just like you had never one to sling insults so harshly or tease people easily a decade older than yourself who could snap your neck with a well-placed grip. Just like you assumed the man Joel had been before all this wouldn’t have even dared to think of talking to a woman with such spite and malice, if his faded accent told you more than he ever would.

The trail ends just at the shattered glass of what was once a revolving door entrance to a skyscraper looms ahead. There’s fresh blood splatter and the bag of supplies stolen from where they had been hidden for you and Joel to pick up. Two shells from a gun lay on the ground beside it, and you quickly grip your handgun to survey the area for the culprit who fired the shots.

Joel holds up two fingers, your attention going to him almost instinctively as he motions for you to crouch and round the left side of what remains of the door and into the building after the drops of blood. His eyes are focused, his full lips a hard line as he nods once to make sure you understand him.

Only looking away once you return the gesture. He turns so his back is to yours and makes sure there’s enough coverage for you both with his own gun at the ready. As quietly as you can manage with what’s still hopefully inside the pack, you pick it up with your free hand and avoid as much glass as possible.

No shots ring out, no bullets lodge themselves into your shoulder or Joel’s, everything is eerily still as you both move in tandem to seek the protection of the building. It seems to be blocked off inside, large pieces of plywood secured over the doors that had once been for elevators. The emergency exit off the right barricaded with all the furniture that once filled the ground floor waiting area.

“Fuckin’ told you it was a trail.” You mumble as the conflict seems to be over, the body of the man who had taken off with your hidden pack behind the front desk. Fresh blood seeping from a gunshot wound to his neck and the bandage wrapped thick around his ankle. You don’t flinch when Joel brushes past you harshly to stomp the bottom of his worn boots into the man’s head or the sick crunch that echoes slightly in the open space. Ensuring he doesn’t turn if he had been infected.

He rounds on you quickly enough to stir your instincts, the fleeting fear of him doing the same to you flaring up and making you take a half step back at the fierce look in his eye. The words he practically growls at you making your heart stutter painfully in your chest, suddenly breathless at the combination.

“Would you shut your fuckin’ mouth before I shut it for you? Tired of hearing that shrill voice all the god damn time.”

You huff, trying to play off the fear as indifference, shoving the bag of supplies at him. He doesn’t move to catch it, allowing it to hit him square in the chest, the pills and bullets contained inside rattling as the entire thing fell to the ground with a thunk.

Joel could only watch as you stalked off without another word, shoulders tense and hands shoved deep in the pockets of your jacket. He had seen the dilation of your eyes, the way your chest had risen with a quick inhale at his intensity. He had scared you.

That was new and he wasn’t sure if he liked it any better than you teasing him about being uptight and needing a little bit of pleasure in his life. An unpleasant lump rises in his throat and he tries to swallow it down.

Frowning, he bends to pick up the fallen pack, shoving it into his own nearly empty one before following after you. The silence that had fallen allows him to pick up the faint sound of labored breathing. But it isn’t coming from you up ahead.

It must’ve registered as a third person in the same instant for you because you’re turning to him with a finger pressed to your lips as you crouch behind a chunk of blasted concrete, gun already in hand. He mirrors you, reflections of each other as you each move around the barrier and take an assessing peak around respective corners.

Another man is laid out a few yards away, upper body slumped heavily on against the tire of a rusted car.

He’s barely alive, his breath rattling in his chest at a timbre that could only signal his impending death. A stark sound he recalls from a time long ago, both painfully fresh and numbed by years of oppression. He blinks the sound away, eyes closed for barely a second before you’re closing the distance with quick and quiet movements. A lunging dog at the sight of a threat. Constantly poised to take out anything that challenged the life you clung to.

It’s a reminder of why he willingly works with you, the way your smaller hands close around the man’s neck and clench. Shoulders displaying the strength you possess even with rationed food and improper amenities for life. If he wasn’t on your side, you would turn those same hands on him without a second thought. You had the first time you had met, when he had willingly gone into the den you had created for yourself in search of answers. In search of the name people gave when asked about who had the most knowledge on how to sneak out of the zone he now resides in.

He watches as you pick the man’s corpse clean, ration cards going in your pocket that he doesn’t think to demand a fair share of. Of the gun you hold out to him in silent offer.

No words are exchanged as you lead him back to the perimeter of the zone as the sun dips completely below the horizon. Moonlight illuminating your body effortlessly slinking and squeezing into places you had picked out that would allow for him to do the same with little trouble. You knew the operations of the zone, hell you probably were the reason some of them were orchestrated the way they were. The fear he had seen in you may have been fleeting, a response that allowed you to recognize the threat he could pose to you as well, but the way he admired your will to survive was not.

You only stay at his side long enough to relay the run to Tess, who had stayed behind and worked to ensure an alibi for you both. Signing your names and hers with one of the soldiers who traded with you on the roster in a perfect imitation of keeping up appearances for the demanded duties of all that reside in the zone. The ration cards slid into your back pocket are handed off to the older woman, no words or sounds coming from you before you slink out the door to their shared excuse of an apartment and down the hall to yours.

But he knew better than to think it was with wounded pride and your tail tucked between your legs, because he could hear the way you moved about your own space through the thin walls as if it had just been another day. Tess is watching him as his head tilts where he slumps on the couch, ears following the shuffle of your steps and the sound of clinking as you go about your own business. When he turns to meet her gaze, it’s unreadable but she doesn’t ask the reason for his short run down of what happened or the silence you had fallen into.

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[what-even-is-thiss]

Hey Roman, just wanted to give you some of the ways we us to talk about people from the US in Spanish. Context: I’m Puerto Rican so this can vary from country to country. Not only that a further disclaimer that I am a supporter of independence for my country and lean very much into some of our more extreme parties on that side so even other Puerto Ricans will have their own ways.

So, in the case of a lot of us who support independence there is a concerted effort to not say Americans or Americanos exactly for what you said, we are all of the Americas. In Spanish you can from estadounidense, to maybe using states (es newyorkino, es floridiano), to gringo which can be anything from a silly name to an insult depending on the tone and context, to yanqui (a Spanish spelling of Yankee) which almost always is said in a derogatory sense (yanqui go home is a big slogan here). In English we don’t have that level of variety, but we try. People will use states, gringo and yanqui in the same ways as Spanish, or will just outright say “people from the US” or similar long winded ways of saying it (US people, in the US, those from/in the US, etc) because its about the principle.

People in the circles I am in politically even say like its a pity that people from the US don’t have a way to talk about themselves and wonder if that plays a role in the identity issues there is of extremists in the US. Like maybe never having something to rally under like the rest of the countries has broken something and now they need to control all the Americas cause they see only themselves as American. It’s one of the best examples of how intricate language is to identity and why here in PR we refuse and have refused any tries to eliminate our Spanish.

Anyways, sorry for this long winded ask that feels like it says nothing. love seeing you work so hard on learning Spanish, it can be a hassle and I say that with all the love I have for it. I’ve been bilingual my whole life (you don’t really have a choice here in PR) and teach English so I know how hard it is to juggle those two particular languages! Sigue adelante y como decimos en Puerto Rico, pa’ atras ni pa’ coger impulso.

I appreciate all of this and I don’t wanna take away from the information that you’re kindly providing to me but I also find it so funny that some people think we don’t have a shared identity as a country just because we call ourselves Americans. That issue that they’re talking about just doesn’t exist in English.

Also personally I see Puerto Ricans as fellow Americans (as in the country) because they are legally so that’s good enough for me but I also understand that issues of identity can be complicated over there.

[devine-fem]

you said you wanted some cute or angsty bruce and damian headcanons so i thought i'd share some of mine! teeny tiny bit of jon and talia in there as well

- they're both autistic in my mind and as a result have a tendency to over-compensate when it comes to masking, the first time they tried to sit down and have a real conversation they stared at each other without blinking for a solid 3 minutes before realizing they were deeply uncomfortable and have since become more used to looking elsewhere while talking

- damian got into martha's old recipe box and bruce once woke up to damian putting together 4 different types of fruity french toast

- when bruce, damian, and talia are all under one roof they simply do not stop yapping, from the time they wake up to the time they go to bed they just talk and talk and talk, they find comfort in being able to carry on conversations about even mundane things that have nothing to do with their adventurous lifestyles

- bruce has a specific look he gives damian when damian behaves Exactly like his mother, it's a mixture of exasperation and adoration

- one night after a bad and emotionally taxing patrol damian just laid in bruce's bed with him until morning, he didn't sleep he just laid there. bruce didn't sleep either, he stayed up the whole night making sure damian was okay pretending to be asleep

- bruce has a tendency to get frustrated with himself when he's injured and unable to go on patrol resulting in him sometimes taking it out on damian, he doesn't mean to but it gets to be a lot sometimes

- damian still has a hard time putting his negative thoughts and feelings into words when prompted so bruce pays special attention to his body language and shift in tone when he knows he's upset, he wishes damian would talk to him but knows it isn't that easy and has a fear of pushing him too far

- jon has very mixed emotions on bruce, he knows damian loves him and doesn't wish ill on him but he also knows how complicated their relationship is/how emotionally draining it can be and his desire to protect damian will sometimes test his patience when putting up with bruce

they’re so similar, theres angst potential in bruce thinking damian took on the worst parts of him 😭 i love them so. i agree with the jon part as well, he’s like that in adventures of superman. thank you anon!!

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Okay so to add to this post from yesterday:

I’m writing this right after posting that one so if somebody reblogs with something similar to this I promise I did not see it before writing this. I just wanted my full on fix it and this is how I managed to forcefully make it happen:

What if, just like in the book, the tributes didn’t have a bloodbath? If you wanna be very optimistic, what if none of the tributes had died yet but had been brought closer by the… unusual events surrounding their stay, and were just a little bit less enthused about the idea of killing each other? We’re ignoring the rabies. The tributes got close enough fast enough for them to save Reaper from getting bitten or that stupid bat was knocked out by slamming into the shaking sides of the cattle car before it could bite Jessup.

We all know Gaul’s a murderous piece of never before seen insanity, and it’s pretty clear (to me at least) that she was simply looking for an excuse to release the snakes. Well, what if she was just the teensiest bit too excited about that? When nobody has died in over a day because everyone is actively avoiding conflict (maybe Treech pulled a Peeta and convinced the pack to wait with attacking Lamina or something to piss Gaul off even further) she goes on the big screen to tell people she’ll nobly make sure the districts receive their punishment no matter how hard they try to rebel and sicks the snakes on them. Joke’s on her! They’re not stupid and once one person gets to higher ground everybody else follows. The tank is placed somewhere on flat ground so Lamina gets to stay on her beam and maybe Treech joins her so they can reconcile. Some older kids grab the younger ones to get the heck out of dodge so everyone’s in a safe spot.

As in my previous post, none of the tributes can be reached. Therefore, the snakes decide to get their share of flesh from the next closest thing: the peacekeepers. They don’t even have a chance to call for help, and there are no cameras that film their deaths so nobody even realizes nobody’s guarding the arena until it’s too late. Again, the cold night kills all of the snakes and provides the time frame that ends up causing the utter embarrassment to the Capitol that is the 10th Hunger Games.

This time, it’s Circ and Teslee, even the smart cookies, who notice the snakes all on the hunt towards the same spot and investigate. They immediately run back with their findings and the tributes spread the word from person to person in minutes. All strategizing is done in the cameras’ blindspots in a soft enough tone to not be caught by the microphones. Lamina hears that the only obstacle left is the lock when she “trades” with Reaper to buy everyone time and suggests going to Treech, since he knows how to pick locks. Teslee and Circ point out the camera near the entrance, so they decide that it’s better to be safe than sorry here and come up with a plan.

After some back and forth, Lucy Gray brings up that the games are all for entertainment, which gives Coral an idea (coralbaird alarm coralbaird alarm they are chaos gremlins). What if they have a few tributes fight? That would draw attention towards the fight and away from the entrance. They’ll do it early to prevent anyone from realizing the guards are dead. A few others will signal towards the cameras to try and convince their mentors to send supplies so they have some time to find a hideout and plan before food and water become pressing issues.

Panlo volunteers to be part of the fight, since his mentor is a dickhead. The chances of Gaius sending him anything substantial are so low they’re kissing the earth’s core. Reaper also volunteers, and Treech tries to before he’s reminded that he’s supposed to be picking the lock. So he instead volunteers to stay last with Lucy Gray since they had the most donations. Clearly the audience loves them, so they’ll perform together while everyone else gets out and then slip out of sight from the cameras. Teslee and Circ will hack the cameras from the outside and move them subtly while the distractions are happening so that the blind spots are big enough for the tributes to manoeuvre past. Wovey and Bobbin leave during the night, knowing their mentors won’t send them much. Someone needs to make sure that possible replacement guards don’t foil the plan by taking them out if necessary. They have the dead guards’ guns and no peacekeeper would expect to be shot, especially not from the outside of the arena.

In the end, it’s Panlo vs Reaper vs Sabyn vs Facet. None of them had mentors great enough to be likely to send food, but they’re all strong enough for a drawn out free for all fight without casualties to be believable. Once Treech whistles out the signal that he’s picked the lock successfully, they start retreating from the fight one by one, making it look like they just narrowly dodged a lethal blow and decided to cut their losses. The tributes collect their gifts and high tail it out of the arena while Lucy Gray and Treech “get stuck” conveniently close to a microphone. This is done by Coral acting out the angry Bad Guy she’d forced herself into once they entered the arena. Treech acts the meek spineless coward and books it away from the pack, who give chase just slow enough to believably lose track of him in the tunnels and give up. He meets Lucy Gray at the agreed upon location, one on each side of a door with a microphone above it. What a coincidence! And at a time where Jessup is outside to collect gifts too!

Lucy Gray makes just enough noise to pass as accidental while still being audible for both the mic and Treech, who says hello and sardonically asks her where her partner is. She replies that he should come in and check, to which he replies he’s not ready to get his skull bashed in quite yet. Then they talk. They share stories and sing together, both showing a more human side to the tributes while also expertly stalling for time by drawing attention. They’re performers, they understand what to do without needing to discuss it.

The last person to leave aside from them, Marcus, (because he gave the camera district 2 signs so Sejanus knows what’s up and waited for his mentor to empty out as much of his funds as possible without being suspicious) taps out the agreed upon signal with his footsteps, making sure they echo loud enough for the two to overhear, before getting out too. Treech swiftly ends the conversation by stating that he should probably get a move on before someone finds him. He perfectly acts out a teenager getting everything off his mind to someone he thinks he may never talk to again, complimenting Lucy Gray and wishing her luck. She does the same, and they part ways. Treech is surprised to find that Vipsania sent him quite a bit of food and water once he made it back to the main part of the arena, but he’s not complaining. Lucy Gray follows after him with enough time between their departures to be believable for two people who are supposed to be scared of each other.

And that’s that. All of them are out, regrouping outside of the gates and escaping the scene swiftly. It’s only the next day that anyone bothers to check out the lack of action, only to find the snakes’ rainbow venom pouring out of the guards’ corpses in front of a long empty amphitheater. Surprisingly, most mentors aren’t all that upset at losing their chance to win the Plinth Prize, which is now given out like it was in previous years. Secretly, they’re glad their tribute escaped alive, though they’ll never say that out loud.

Nor will a few of them explain why they suddenly go on a trip to the districts every now and again. Or why Gaul’s lab blew up with her inside it once the horrific symptoms of her snakes’ venom was released to the public.

Guess we’ll never know how that happened :)

[tayas-words]

Maybe if you want a one shot prompt, you could try some fluff with Sam and Mika? Like right after when the first game ends on his route and them getting to know each other more and stuff

I like this idea! Please let me know if you like it, this is my first time writing a oneshot for seduce me! I’m taking inspiration from a scene from the hunger games bc the version of Mika I like to envision with Sam is very similar to a female Peeta, like shy but very strong and very clever.

TW: swearing

What’s your favourite colour?

Mika sighed as she stared at the screen in front of her, she had an 2000 word essay due at midnight and she only title down, and it was already 10:30pm.

“I’m never going to get this done in time,”She said to herself. “You’d think after fighting a devil and she-demon I could atleast write an essay.”

She knew she should’ve asked James for help, but seeing as him and Erik had gone out to dinner with their girlfriends, she was left to fend for herself on this essay. She thought about asking Matthew or Damien, but then remembered that Damien couldn’t read very well, even though she had been helping, and Matthew didn’t like writing. Sam never even crossed her mind for it.

“Screw this.” She closed her laptop shut and left her room, in need of some kind of distraction.

As she was about to go downstairs she heard a soft humming, walking closer to the noise she realized it was coming from an open window. Knowing it was Sam, she decided to go see him. They hadn’t had much time to talk since everything happened with Diana.

“What the fuck?” Sam stopped his humming as a pair of hands appeared.

The top of her head peeked up. “Mind if I join you Dingus?”

Just as he moved down to help Mika, she pulled herself up, steadying herself before she moved farther up the roof where Sam was.

They sat in a strange silence for a while, neither of them really knew what to say.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing school shit?” He broke the silence, he leaned back on his elbows, staring at the sky.

She shrugged. “I just can’t right now.”

“Why not?”

“I have no idea, maybe everything that happened in the last month fucked with my head.”

Sam scoffed. “Well obviously, and you humans get so stressed about all this school bullshit for no reason. You gotta get your mind off it and come back to it later.”

“Okay…distract me.” She told him. If anyone could distract her, it was him, she found it hard to not stare at him.

“Uhm okay then..how are your friends doing?” He mentally smacked himself.

“Oh, they’re good..they don’t remember anything about Diana or anything so I’m happy about that.” She nodded awkwardly.

She asked a few questions about the demon world, hoping to not overstep any boundaries, listening intently to his expressions and tone as he spoke. Eventually it felt like that had shared their life stories.

“So…what’s your favourite colour?” The way she said it didn’t even sound like a normal question, he sounded so

“Oh that questions over the line.” Sam let out a chuckle, sensing her akawardness

At the sound of his laugh, Mika blushed before turning to look at him, their eyes meeting.

“Seriously Sam, what is it?” She shifted closer to him.

“Green,” he answered truthfully. “What’s yours?” His question sounded genuine.

“Orange.”

“Like Damien’s hair?” Sam laughed as he asked her.

Mika let out a giggle and shook her head, “no, not that orange,” she thought about it for a moment, “more uh..more like a sunset set kind of orange.”

Sam watched as a small smile graced her lips as she talked about how she loved sunsets. Taking note of the goosebumps forming on her arm.

Without another word, he scooted down to where she was and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re gonna get sick up here doofus.” He said as she slowly rested her head on his shoulder.

Once more they sat in silence, but a comfortable one this time. Just listening to the wind howl softly and the leaves dance as fall began to take the leaves down and recolour them.

Without speaking, Mika slipped her hand into his, interlacing their fingers.

Smiling, Sam gave her hand a small squeeze and pulled her closer before letting go of her hand.

He used his hand to tilt her chin up to make her look at him, they were both smiling and had a soft red hue run along their cheeks.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” He wished he could’ve taken back the first time he kissed her, he wanted this one to be romantic, “please.” He added.

She didn’t reaping, she just closed her eyes and leaned into him.

He smiled and leaned in, smiling as their lips pressed together. The hand that was on her moved to cup her face.

They smiled and panted as they pulled away. “I like you, so much Mika.”

“I like you too Sam.” She said as he rested his forehead on hers.

They sat on the roof a little longer, once they saw James and Erik pull into the driveway they realized Mika still had her essay due and it was already 11:15.

“Come on, you need to ask James for a lot of help if you have to get that done. I’ll bring you up a coffee and some snacks.” He offered and she gladly accepted.

He helped her off the roof and gave her one more swift kiss before heading downstairs to prepare a few small things.

She had kissed him, and Damien smiled at his older brother as he heard the happy thoughts running through his mind.

[datotherd00d]

RSA Fanmade Dorms

Thought I should share a fleshed-out(ish) list of dorms that me, @chohouse , and @dizastermango made for Royal Sword Academy. Honesty thought that RSA should get more love (plus it was a lot of fun to make this, especially since I have some OCs that go to RSA). Also I made a Pinterest board for the dorms, the dorm uniforms, and their ceremonial robes.

The overall inspiration of these dorms were the supporting characters in the stories of the Big 7, but it’s the characters that were associated with the heroes. Now with that out of the way, here is the list!

- Iterspeculo: Spirit of Carpe Diem

Themed off of The Mad Hatter

Pronounced as “I-ter-speh-coo-loh”

Carpe Diem roughly translates to “Living in the Moment”

The complete opposite of Heartslabyul when it come to organization and tidiness

Basically an eyesore, and constant game of ‘Eye-Spy’

Dorm name was made with: ‘Speculo’ which is Latin for mirror, ‘Iter’ meaning journey, so it completely comes out to ‘Journey (through the) Looking Glass’ 

- Baoheart: Spirit of Mindfulness

 Themed off of Rafiki

Pronounced as “Bau-hart”

ALL DORM MEMBERS LIVE IN A GIANT BAOBAB TREEHOUSE! It’s pretty cool ngl

This dorm is SO chill and can be wise. They have a lot of relaxing activities like yoga and meditation sessions. Literally living that Hakuna Matata life 

Dorm name revolved around the tree that Rafiki lived in which is a Baobab tree, and the heart because it sounded better and more whimsical than tail or fang lmao

- Plimsoll: Spirit of Sharing

Themed off of Scuttle

Pronounced as “Plim-sl”

Nautical and sea port vibes with this dorm (ngl was hard to figure out, so I mixed it together)

Heavily community based! Everyone helps everyone out because why not? The more the merrier! 

Literally a silly headcanon, but the common room has a deep brown wood flooring to imitate a ship and someone made the joke of it looking like shit, so now everyone calls the common room the “Poop Deck”

Name came from the Plimsoll Line of a ship, which is a mark on the hull of a ship indicating how deep a cargo ship can travel safely to trade goods

- Sadjinn: Spirit of Friendship

Themed off of The Genie

Pronounced as “Sah-jin”

Kind of similar to Scarabia, but it has that overall “goodness” to it

Not as many parties, but still very much so community based

It’s a more creative dorm that leans more into enjoying what you have and making the most out of it with the people you have. Literally if Kalim was a dorm it would be this one.

Also, the Cave of Wonders is where the dorm resides, and it is surrounded by a beautiful oasis and small forest of sorts

Name came from: ‘Sadiq’ meaning friend in Arabic, and a Djinn (Jinn) is another name for the mythical creature of a genie (this is under the pretense of fiction and fantasy rather than the Arabic/Islamic religious aspect of Jinns) 

- Septierre: Spirit of Humility

Themed off of the Seven Dwarves

Pronounced as “Sep-tea-error”

Such a hardworking yet humble dorm. Like omg- this dorm is that meme that is like “It’s not much, but it’s honest work”

COTTAGECORE VIBES!!!

Literally all of the produce and materials for the school is from this dorm! The students in this dorm are basically all in agriculture and geology, it is wholesome and very simple living

Mostly flatlands with cottage dorm rooms/dorm housing. It’s cute ngl. A lot of orchards and mines and woodland creatures

Name came from: ‘Septem’ which is Latin for 7, and ‘Pierre’ roughly translates to ‘stone/rock’

- Fulgyros: Spirit of Growth

Themed off of Philoctetes (Phil)

Pronounced as “Fuhl-ger-ose”

Dorm of perseverance and growth (emotionally, physically, and mentally. Literally in every possible aspect)

Basically the gym bros/fraternity of the school lmao, but don’t worry, they’re usually himbos. Just want what’s best for everyone and will help achieve that goal

All Ancient Greece influences, kind of a mix between Mount Olympus and Phil’s home/training area. Ethereal and godly vibes with white and earth tones. One of the more pristine dorms, especially with their mostly white uniforms

Name comes from: ‘Fulger’ which is the Latin root word for ‘lightning’, the suffix ‘-ysos’ from Dionysus who Satyrs would be associated with (along with Pan), and ‘-os’ from mythos

- Rosasci: Spirit of Harmony

Themed off of The Three Fairies (Flora, Fauna, and Merrywheather)

Pronounced as “Roh-zeh-see"

Spirit comes from the three fairies working together to raise Aurora despite how chaotic it was. They worked in harmony together and were able to make things work. So that same vibe of responsibility and harmony of oneself and community is prominent in this dorm.

All roses imagery with no thorns. Thorns are a big nono in this dorm

Was another difficult dorm to figure out, but then again this whole school can be viewed as pretentious, so why not add in that overly sweet ‘goody-two-shoes’ aspect lol

However, this dorm is so pretty and very Fairycore with flowy and whimsical uniforms and decorations

Best way to describe the dorm vibe is the Moors in the first and second Maleficent movie

Name came from: ‘Rosaceae’ which is the botanical family name for roses. It’s a simple but pretty name.

- Bonus HCs

Snow White’s Wishing Well is the magical object(?) that sorts students into their dorms

The way it works is that you have to sing a tune or something into the well, and the well sings back to you what dorm you are sorted into. Note that the voice singing back is a collection of voices that are in perfect harmony. It’s creepy if you think about it because do those voices belong to anyone??? Who knows.

Also, students arrive to RSA in a brilliant, blinding white, pumpkin carriage drawn by horses, pegasi, unicorns, even comically large seahorses/dolphins, you name it! It’s magic- anything is possible.

Honestly think of the flying carriages in Sophia the First, and bam it’s that, but a white pumpkin! 

Everyone is alert and awake during their journey to the school, with various magical accommodations to make the trip as pleasant as possible. Hungry or thirsty? No worries, a menu with simple summoning spells fixes that. Bored? Don’t sweat- free wifi in the carriage AND a hidden movie screen to watch the latest block buster starring Vil Schoenheit  and Neige LeBlanche. It’s basically a first class seat on a magical airplane. Straight up comfort.

However, once you do arrive to the school and land, your luggage disappears (of course there is a notice before you land). Once you get your dorm and room assigned, your luggage will already be there waiting for you

Students are dropped off towards the back of the castle where staff greets the new students on the outskirts of a whimsical tree line. Upon crossing into the forest, students are magically dressed in their ceremonial robes and matching makeup . They all flood into a large whimsical pavilion full of seats (think of the one from Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses) that surrounds a very well known wishing well

After the ceremony, the headmaster opens portals to the Heart of the Castle where the main portals are.

RSA has a similar portal system to NRC, but the room is full of really pretty ports that fit the decorum of each dorm/school location. It’s located in the heart of the castle, which is easy access for the students and staff

That is basically all of the headcanons I had, and I hope it helps in any creativity process, or was enjoyable! Let me know if you want any more HCs or have any comments, questions, or concerns! It was a blast making this!

Also! If you want to use any of this for OCs or fanfics, please go ahead!! Just please link this post and like/reblog 🖤 I appreciate those who want to use this! Thank you!

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust  

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 1: I miss you when we're mad

Words:1041

A/n: I really hope you all love it! I've been writing it for about 2 months so I'm really excited to start sharing it.

“Hey, Jewelace! What the hell was that? You can’t just disobey my orders like that.”  Poe called out after her as the red haired woman struts away from the hanger, and him. Rhoswen stops and turns to him a look of exasperation on her face.

“Oh, I’m Sorry, I Just saved your ass out there! If we had followed your orders we would be dead and you know it. That was too close. I think a little thanks might be in order.” She puts her hand on her hip as she glares at him, her Emerald eyes blazing with fire.

“Thanks? You want me to thank you for that stunt you just pulled?” He’s yelling at her now

“Yeah! I didn’t realize you were stupid and blind. I may not have your title 'commander', but you're standing here because I made the right choice. That TIE fighter was going to kamikaze right into you and if I didn't shoot it down then we would all be star dust.” She stands her ground. Angrier than she's been at him before, and they’ve gone toe to toe on more than one occasion. They’re starting to draw attention. Poe knows he can’t get chewed out by the General for fighting with his captain…again.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me out there?” he asks, his voice hushed, his tone soft, almost a whisper, but filled with menace.

“I don’t know, try earning it.” She growls at him with venom in her voice, before turning on her heel and storming off, heading for the refreshers as quickly as she can. Leaving a slightly stunned commander in her wake. As she slides past some other resistance fighters on her way in she doesn’t even bother to try to bring a smile to her face. Rhoswen pulls off her jumpsuit as quickly as she could, just wanting to get into the showers and on her way as quickly as possible, wanting to leave as little chance as possible for Poe to catch up to her. She took a quick peak in the mirror before turning on the shower, her emerald eyes meeting her own gaze, it was hard to tell what was dirt or freckles scattered across her porcelain skin. Her chin length red hair clung to her head with sweat and grime. She sighs and turns to finish getting undressed before hopping in the hot shower, hoping the hot water will help distract her from her fight with Poe Dameron.

Poe however stood stunned in the harder thinking over every that just Happened. He and Rhoswen had a very similar background. She was also the child of two Rebel heroes, she had lost her parents at a very young age and had been raised and adopted by the Organa-Solo family. She was about the same age as their Son Ben at the time and apparently Han had a soft spot for her. He had heard all the stories from General Leia Organa. Some stories He was sure Captain Jewelace probably prefer he didn't know.

As Poe finally came to his senses he looked around then decided to wander off to his quarters to get showered and changed before reporting to the General. He couldn't help but think, about her as he walks. They had almost been friends at one point, when he had joined the resistance she was only slightly younger than him, a skilled piolet herself. They had talked for a long time at the beginning, his life on Yavin 4, hers on Chandrila. Her red hair was long then and she always kept it back in a ponytail. She had a sassiness to her that he quite enjoyed.  It seemed like they almost could have been close. But when he was appointed the leader of black squadron they went separate ways for a while, and by the time he saw her again with the determination to lead and fight against the First order, not to mention win the heart of the Red haired girl he was thinking about the whole time they’d been apart. But she had lost her Father. When Han Solo died Rhoswen was never the same, she kept everyone at a distance. No one got close. But that didn’t stop him from trying. That was until she was placed onto black squadron as his captain, his second in command. After that they fought all the time and were never friendly. As Poe sat on his bed he thought about the first time he saw her after he got back from destroying Starkiller Base.

~ Several months prior~

There was a lot of celebrating that night. Starkiller base was destroyed against all the odds. Poe was looking for her, Rhoswen. His red haired conquest. When he found her she was almost unrecognizable. Her signature pony tail cut off, her hair now just cut at the chin she, was at least a couple drinks in and she had been crying. Poe Sat next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey…I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sad about a victory against the first order… you doing okay Red?” He called her by the nickname he had always called her back when they first met. She just looks at him with an empty glare. She shakes her head and gets up, grabbing a jacket off the back of her chair. He recognized it, Han Solo’s Jacket….

“Oh maker… Red! Wait!” He gets up and follows her out of the party.

“Leave me alone Dameron.” She says as tears start to return to her eyes.

“Rhoswen wait…I’m..I’m so sorry about your Dad….” He says as her grabs her hand. She lets him hold it, stopping in her tracks. She couldn’t look at him. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die. Poe knew exactly what she was going though. His other hand going to the ring hanging around his neck. Losing your parent, without knowing that was going to be the last time you see them.

“Just…I just want to be alone Poe.” She says as she pulls her hand away.

“I….Alright.” Poe would live to regret letting her go that night.

~

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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜: I am not an astrologer but I do study astrology, these observations were made from my real life experiences and my studies. I hope you enjoy :)

🌞Leo placements always find Aquarius placements💨

🐠Pisces and Libra get along very well and somehow find each other⚖️

💄Taurus moon and libra moon people usually find themselves daydreaming about luxury. Cars, cloths, big comfortable homes. These people luxury daydream for fun💸

🕷️People with Scorpio in their 12House (Sagittarius risings) are the “funny friend” by that I mean they’re usually going through something heavy inside. These people will be the light in the room while subconsciously screaming, quite literally. 12H rules the subconscious mind along with death, rebirth, hidden enemies, deep inner self. These people can become their own worst enemies due to the way they think. They tend to go through their hard times alone leaving people with only the best of them. 🦂

🐚Cancer 12H people need to know that it’s okay to share how they feel. They may sometimes feel like they are the party pooper because they feel so deeply but you aren’t. The world needs more feelers. 12H cancers have deep empathy and the ability to recognize what lies beneath the surface of other people. It’s easy for you guys to become selfless as well, please make sure not to dive too deep into others neglecting your beautiful selves.

✴️Aquarius suns get very tired easily maybe as much as Taurus their fellow fixed sign because of the way society can be. Aquarius suns tend to get fed up with the way society is structured. This pushes their rebellious agenda in which they just say “fuck it” and go against all odds. There’s just something so thrilling about doing your own thing and looking good while doing it. 🌬️

🔥 Fire and earth get along well when things are more platonic. 🌏

🖤Libras have a love/hate relationship with Aries or Aries placements(sun, moon, Venus, mercury, and mars) 🌹

🏴‍☠️Scorpio (sun, moon, rising, Venus) are only “obsessed” with you once they actually develop deep feelings for you. So many people expect Scorpios to become obsessed with them off rip. This causes Scorpios to be in one sided relationships where they give more than they get in relationships or even friendships. 💀

🐟Pisces and Gemini can be similar In a way I’ve noticed. 💎

💕Air signs will sometimes become infatuated with people who don’t like/love them back. Like fire signs they love the chase in a way but they also don’t like someone who’s easy to win over. They love to earn their love from their partners💨

❤️Aries and Sagittarius duo 🔥

🐂I’m so sorry if a Taurus has you blocked currently🏴‍☠️

🖤I feel bad for 12th House Venus placements, they’re luck in love is not the best in some cases but in many they go through karmic relationships where people try to control them or dim their light. Wouldn’t be surprised if they have a enemies to lovers trope with someone🖤

♐️Sagittarius and Aquarius placements are so beautiful together, they’re literally the same but in different fonts♒️

🪐Capricorn moons and Taurus moons get along very very well as friends🐂

💨Aquarius and Capricorns have a love/ hate relationship sometimes. They can go from friends to enemies or enemies to friends. This could be due to the fact that they share a planet but the two are still very different🪐

🦂Scorpios always have this look as if they know something you don’t know👀

🔥Aries mars will teach Scorpio mars how to be more direct with their emotions while a Scorpio mars will teach Aries mars how to tone down their emotions💦

💦Can we talk about the way Aquarius placements have beautiful eyes, the same with Pisces and Scorpio💨

I’ve noticed that Aquarius and Pisces oddly attract each other A-LOT.

[thecrimsondeck]

Reed900 is enemies to lovers but like vague enemies to lovers.

They’re jackasses to each other but that just ends up becoming their public love language due to them both being so extremely sarcastic. It’s of course a bit different from before they got closer to each other but to the untrained eye it’s hard to tell. Honestly though, they just love messing with each other. There’s a lot of banter between the two of them as well as the occasional pranks and just y’know casual dick moves but they know each other’s boundaries and limits so they can keep it fun and comfortable. They’re just playful and simply love fucking around. Also the most physical thing between the two of them during this time is Nines just throwing Gavin over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to put him in “time out”. Gavin either accepts his fate or thrashes around which ends in either being gripped very tightly to where he stops because strong tin can or Nines straight up just lets him fall on purpose.

Also I said public love language because the banter does follow them into private but it’s more toned down. They both truly love physical affection even though Gavin struggles with touch at times but he always trusts Nines, he knows Nines wouldn’t hurt him or do anything that’ll have a negative effect. Even more so since Nines asks for permission every time he goes to do something a bit bigger (this is because he learned that there are some things he doesn’t need to ask permission for on the norm such as playing with his hair, touching his face especially if it’s because of something being on it or any injury, as well as holding hands but he’s always cautious about it since he never ever wants to hurt Gavin) but if Gavin is having a hard time he’ll ask permission every time for absolutely anything that involves making contact with him.

Nines also has acts of service as one of his love languages, he loves doing things for Gavin especially since he knows Gavin sometimes has a hard time doing things around his apartment or even taking care of himself. He’ll cook for him to make sure he eats, he’ll pick up the apartment and do chores when Gavin is struggling to find motivation to do it. There is so little Nines wouldn’t do for his detective especially since so much of it truly helps Gavin.

Another thing they share is validation whether it’s words of affirmation or something else that gives praise or validation as it’s understood words aren’t always easy for them. They do their best to say thank you or give thanks in some way, they praise each other and do what they can to make sure the other knows they’re doing good. Honestly, the first time Nines gave Gavin praise he probably got a bewildered look before a “what the fuck, Tin Can?” before Gavin ran. He just doesn’t know what to do with it and it literally scared him even more so because he liked it. Nines was understandably confused and worried so he went after him. It was a bit of a fight once he found him but at some point Gavin just caved and was honest with him. Explained some of his past, how he never got that sort of shit. All he got was being compared to his twin brother and told he never was good enough because he couldn’t do anything like his brother. There was never any praise, only “that’s not good enough” “you’re a disappointment” “how can you be so stupid?” “You are worthless, you’ll never amount to anything” and more. That night was the night Nines made a promise to himself to give Gavin more praise, work with him and show him how wrong his parents were. Gavin found out Nines likes that sort of stuff through finding it easier to accept the praise when he gave something similar in return. Nines had frozen for a moment, LED spinning yellow for a long while before he uttered a quiet thank you paired with such a soft smile. That made Gavin promise himself to do that more often, he liked that softness he just witnessed.

They honestly and truly love each other. Even if at times they struggle to say the three words of “I love you”, they just find other ways to show it or say it. There is such a deep level of trust and understanding between the two that they’re able to have such a healthy relationship despite the start of it, despite Gavin’s struggles that end up in him lashing out or trying to get Nines to leave him, despite Nines still learning how things work and feel even though he is a deviant. Of course, they have their fights and have their moments but in the end they always return home which they find in each other. Gavin needs Nines just as Nines needs Gavin, nothing could ever change that.

[four-loose-screws]

Hello there, so I saw your Louis and Hector post and it really got me thinking if Louis is really that different between Japanese and English. From everything I’ve been able to gather, whether it be support/bond conversations or his Ally Notebook, it seems to suggest that he’s still in general a people watcher just with a general preference towards women. The way I see it, the only really major difference between the two versions is that his preference is more clear in Japanese while in English it’s more subtle, but still present through a couple of his supports (particularly his C support with Chloé and B with Ivy), as well his personal skill. But even with that preference, he still very much has interest in watching men as well, what with his supports with Clanne and Zelkov, and of course his bond with Hector. There seems to be a consensus that Louis was meant to be a reverse Nina from Fates, and while there’s some sort of truth to that, i don’t think it’s an entirely accurate description. I say that because if Louis really was meant to be a reverse of Nina, then things like the aforementioned examples would come across as really odd and seemingly random. Plus I went through a admittedly rough translation of his Ally Notebook pages where it states that he always keeps an eye on his friends and enjoys seeing them get along, not necessarily specifying a particular gender. With this in mind, I take it that Louis’ particular preference was toned down or made more subtle in English as they didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea about him, as his pretty strange hobby aside, he’s a very caring and thoughtful guy who just loves helping out his friends and wants nothing more than ensuring that they’re in good states of mind, which is a heavily recurring theme in his support conversations. But that’s just how I see Louis, I’m interested if you share any similar thoughts on this matter.

Once again thank you for all your hard work you do for this community, it’s all very much appreciated.

For me, Louis is in that category of Fire Emblem character that has existed mostly post-Awakening, where the writers wanted both a “joke character” and a “nuanced character” all rolled up in one package, and the two sides don’t always mesh so well, for better and for worse. In general, I’ve come to be neutral on it, because it’s simply one of Fire Emblem’s tropes at this point. He’s both “Ha ha creepy dude stares at women” and “sweet man who picks up on everything about everyone, men and women, because he’s wholesome and just wants his allies to be happy” all at once. I can both love him as a sweet caring friend to his allies, and think “wow, creeper” all at once. It’s Fire Emblem doing a Fire Emblem. The writers just write like that. I can wish FE’s sense of humor didn’t have to be like this, but I also know what to expect at this point.

So fun story, the first Louis support I happened to unlock was his one with Alear, and it took me nearly the entire C conversation to get why Alear was weirded out. And I was reading the Japanese version of the convo!

I assumed Louis was like this, vibing in social situations, until finally at the end of the C convo I said to myself, "Oh, that's what the game is getting at! He's kind of a creeper!" ...And that's my humorous story, that I didn't even get the joke that probably should have been obvious.

Like... people watching is super normal to a certain degree. Multiple people have explained to me that they like to sit in a crowd and not listen in on conversations or anything... especially when I was in college! The main dining hall was built into a slope, so there were three 'tiers' of seating, each one elevated slightly lower than the last. It was a common hobby to sit at the edge of the top tier, and just hang out and look at everyone in the 2 lower tiers for a while. They weren't snooping, eavesdropping, or staring on purpose... just enjoying the vibe. Because humans are social creatures and often just like the vibe of being in a social situation, without having to be social themselves at the moment.

I'm honestly a little surprised Treehouse didn't do more to tone down the “staring at women” side of Louis’ people-watching. Anon, you mentioned the Louis/Chloé supports, and they are worth bringing up again, because the localization really did nothing to change the weirdness of them, in my opinion.

 Let's look at a direct snippet from Louis/Chloé C:

Japanese w/ my quick translation:

[クロエ]そうして堂々と言われると、 まっとうな趣味のように勘違いしてしまいそうよ。▼ Chloé: When you describe it so magnificently like that, you almost make me mistake it for a respectable hobby. [ルイ]仲良く話す女性たちを眺めるのが好き。 それが趣味なのはおかしなことでしょうか。▼ 触れたいわけでもなければ、 会話に加わりたいわけでもないのに。▼ Louis: I like gazing upon women chatting amicably. Is that really such a strange hobby to have? Considering I do not want to bother them, nor join in the conversation? [クロエ]本当に見ているだけがいいのね。▼ Chloé: And you are truly happy just watching them? [ルイ]美しい風景を楽しむのと同じですよ。 心を穏やかにし、静かに眺めるんです。▼ 無害で健全な趣味だと思っていますし、 クロエさんなら理解してくれるはずでは？▼ Louis: It is the same as enjoying beautiful scenery. It calms my heart, and I watch quietly. I think both are a harmless, healthy hobby. You of all people should understand.

Localized English:

Chloé: The way you talk, it sounds like you were taking in fine art at a gallery. Louis: To me, there is no greater art. The finest galleries fall far short by comparison. There are so many subtleties and nuances to be seen that I could do so all day. Chloé: That's really the whole reason you do it? Louis: It's no different than appreciating a beautiful landscape. I sit quietly and let it soothe me. I see no harm in people-watching, and I'm sure you of all people must agree.

Of course everyone will have their own reaction, but calling it a work of art to stare at the subtleties and nuances of women who might not know he's there... feels even more weird to me than the Japanese, where he directly says he likes watching women talk. The exact words of the conversation are different, sure, but I get the same feeling. 

As I’ve said before, I feel like certain groups of conversations get assigned to different staff, and the two (or more) translators/localizers don’t always meet up to make sure they are on the same page with the same character. Some chunks of the localized text feel like the localizers tried to make Louis’ people-watching more gender-neutral, and others feel like it's still very much a thing he mostly does to women. Just an observation, nothing to quote me on.

And so, I think that’s all I have to say on Louis for the moment! Thanks for the question anon, he is a character that makes for interesting discussion.

[cantuscorvi]

In Raum's undercover verse, which aspects of his personality did he develop after his father and which ones were influenced by Cyrus? Is there something, a part of him, that he inherited after his mother, too? Something that's imprinted in his genes and won't change no matter what?

@nezumivc103221

Throwing down the Weiss/Morozov paternity challenge just for reference here.

From his father Friedrich, Raum developed a certain sense of superiority. There’s a lot of pride and ego in that side of the family, being born into wealth, it’s something that’s practically required to even fit in. Acting mild-mannered, overly humble or sensitive was frowned upon and mocked, even by Raum’s grandfather, and it passed down accordingly as something to be taught per generation. The common thought is to succeed you need to be assertive, so there are a lot of, let’s say, strong personalities on that side of the family. You can imagine the kind of fights they might have had whenever there was a disagreement.

Many of Friedrich’s mannerisms show in the way Raum carries himself. His gesture, his vocabulary and his façade, is somewhat emulated from this unflappable demeanour that Friedrich had. He was like stone. He could be yelled at in the face and not even blink. On the reverse of it, he was also rather humourless — everything felt overly serious and judgemental around him. Whenever Raum is acting unimpressed, critical and hard to please, you can bet he’s wearing his father’s face in that moment. His sense of ambition and perfectionism also comes from the same place, when he frequently felt he was chasing some impossible shadow that Friedrich put in front of him.

Physically — Raum’s features are also quite similar to Friedrich’s, especially in the T zone. They have the same nose and brow line, and the same eye colour, but their face shape is different, mostly around the cheeks. Friedrich had black hair, and tons of little freckles everywhere. But Raum is a blonde and has very few. It was a point of contention and disapproval for a while that Raum never ‘grew out of’ his blond hair as he got older, like some kids do.

On Cyrus’ side, you would assume Raum doesn’t look very much like him at all, until you see certain expressions on his face. They have a very similar, wolfish sort of smile that appears whenever they’re acting bold and shameless. At the same time, Raum was influenced by Cyrus differently. Cyrus is a more loud and physically affectionate man, he has a relaxed attitude, and this easy way of taking up space with his energy until you sense he’s the one in charge. Raum didn’t become fully like him, but he learned a lot from him. Under his guidance, Raum became bit more brazen and sure of himself, losing his societal fears, able to make his presence known, play manipulation games and break the rules people normally wouldn’t cross to get what he wanted.

From his mother, it’s hard to say for sure. She is such an enigmatic character is his life and one he pretty much never wants to meet. Physically, he looks quite like her. Their skin tone and hair colour are more or less the same. One thing they may have in common, but Raum wouldn’t necessarily know about, is their emotional nature. They share that tendency to just hold things inside until they can’t take it anymore. There’s also perhaps a kind of selfish gene in both of them — the ability to cut ties, leave people behind, burn things to the ground, whether out of self-preservation or out of spite.

[4seasonswithiu]

[TRANS] 230417 “Dream” Press Premiere and Conference Talk - IU (Lee Ji Eun)

PART I: IU On Her Approach to Her Character “Lee So Min”, A Documentary Producer

IU: “Hello, this is IU who plays producer Lee So Min in “Dream”. Thank you all for being here today. 

I did not use many references to approach and portray my character. If I were to pick someone that I referred to most, it’d be director Lee Byeong Heon. (Reason being) He’d always carefully and meticulously coach not only me, but everyone on our characters’ dialogue and tone. So I worked hard to act as close as possible to the version of Somin that the director wanted.

Director Lee wanted me to say my dialogue 2.5 times faster than my original speed. He personally demonstrated how he’d like Somin to say her dialogue and told me “I hope you’ll maintain this speech tempo”, “I want it to be fast like this”. I loved the tone (of speaking) that he showed to me, so I tried to catch on it well. I think he really gave detailed directions. For instance, he’d ask me to “laugh, but do it like a crazy person that only your mouth is smiling/laughing (other parts of your face remain still).” Because to such detailed directions, I relied on and followed director Lee a lot on the set.

I was drawn to Somin because she’s a character that I’ve never tried before this. We’re alike yet unalike, but I don’t think we’re very different from one another. I debuted and started my career (social life) at a young age, so I think I’ve experienced a (momentary) lull in my passion as an adult like Somin too. Still, if there were parts of the character I couldn’t understand, I’d refer a lot to the PD’s directions or way of speaking like I said earlier. 

Thank you for coming and giving me many great questions. I hope this movie will come to the audience like spring. Thank you!”

PART II: Park Seo Joon and IU On How They Feel About Their Bickering Scenes Together In The Movie

Park Seo Joon: “I think I’ve mentioned this before I still have vivid memories of that day. The weather was so hot then, but there was almost no shade except the tent on set so everyone was pretty exhausted due to the heat. So when the director requested us to speed up our dialogues, I remember discussing the scene with IU like “What do you think?” “Do you think we’re on the right track?” and we put a lot of thought in it. But indeed at some point, I found myself just simply copying the director’s demonstration from earlier because he gave such clear directions, so that was a very memorable scene to me.” 

IU: “I, too, share quite similar memory of that day. When I actually monitored myself in the camera, my eyes looked drowsy because of the heat, like an actual madman that the director wanted. Both of us wanted to pull off his direction well, so I remember we even asked director Lee to give us five mins so we could discuss the scene together. But looking at the final edited outcome, I’m once again impressed by director Lee’s skills because it turned out exactly the way he wanted. I also recall being envious of Seo Joon because he got an okay sign from the director first. (Park Seo Joon: Maybe because your part was more important for that scene lol…?) It made me think Seo Joon is a really flexible and amazing actor, so that was a super memorable day for me.”

PART III: Director Lee Byeong Heon On His Reason For The Castings 

Lee Byeong Heon: “Frankly, we were able to film the movie because Park Seo Joon and IU joined the team and agreed to the message/ meaning that the story is trying to convey. But if you’ve watched the movie, it’s actually about people in the stadium. Technically, I love casting people based on their image. I don’t mean these people look homeless, or maybe a little (explained why he cast the remaining actors). They’re all actors that I want to work with for a long time together.”

Source: https://youtu.be/55-qwEJOQLE

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

[demoiselettes]

Can I request a match up?

My name is Lyna ! My pronouns are They / them . My preferred name a.k.a Nicknae is Sam As I am more comfortable with it.

My hobbies are Creating Plushies As I Am Great At Sewing And Writing Though sometimes it may be hard I also often help my mother cook new recipes for my family so I’m often used to cooking for them! I have a big family I think total is 17 in my house I have three protective sisters and I swear they will threaten any suitor that will come. 3 feet within I feel it should be the opposite as I am the older sibling but I’m fine with it as long as they don’t actually hurt anyone

I have quite the short hair that’s somewhat similar to a wolf cut , I have brown eyes and a dark brown skin tone, I am skinny even though I often eat a lot my sisters say it’s a miracle that I eat a lot and im still skinny, Often people ask if my family is even feeding me enough food. I dislike any fighting and tend to avoid it as much as I can

Likes; Plushies ( very obvious. ) the stars, nature, food ( obvious ( 2. ) The color green, Hair accessories, music and Anything related to art! I show my love by Physical Affection And Gift Giving.

I am very enthusiastic and creative I often get stubborn when I have a goal and will do anything to achieve it, I will listen to my love ones rant about anything and that’s just much how I care I’m also very sarcastic, I often get lost into my mind and get distracted, I also have a side of my personality where I’m often sassy and don’t give a fuck at all I am dramatic all the time just as much as how kind and caring I am.

I’d love to just live with my loved ones and wake every time with them sleeping beside me. I’d like a s/o that’s would love me and protect me with all their life.

Eventide

I match you with Kagaya Ubuyashiki!

•The thing about you and Kagaya, is that both of you are very goal driven, and that’s probs what made him notice you

•That and your kindness

•It’s rare for him to meet someone else who can understand people on a personal level like he does and to be able to sympathize with them, so he greatly appreciates you

•However, he finds your sassy side amusing

•While he’s always been the epitome of decorum and doesn’t really tease people much or respond with snarky comebacks to negativity, he finds it entertaining to watch you go about your day without minding anyone

•He’s seen so many people being insecure of their existence and talents, that he finds it refreshing that you don’t really care

•His usual responses to your dramatic behavior is merely just a chuckle or a smile, but he’s really filled with fondness for you

• Also shares dreams of living a long life with his loved ones line you do, but unfortunately his job as head of the Demon Slayer Corps is too demanding

•But he makes time for you whenever he can, and he’ll sometimes ask you to sleep with him for the night since just waking up next to you gives him courage to keep fighting Muzan

•Definitely respects your family a lot, specially your siblings for being so protective of you and he never goes against them all while showing them how much he loves you and that he’d do anything to have your hand in marriage

•…he knows and remembers each of your family member’s names. never forgets them and often asks you how they’re doing, even sends them little gifts!

•He enjoys taste-testing your new recipes and eating your dishes, since it only feels right and you have no idea how happy he gets when you cook for him all of a sudden he isn’t cursed anymore

•If he could, he’d ask you to make plushies for the entire corps cause these traumatized babies need them so badly but he hogs the ones you make and treats them like they’re made out of gold

•Due to his blindness, he’s learnt not to depend on people’s looks to judge them but he without a doubt can tell you’re a total catch without seeing

•He likes to have you sit by his side on the floor sometimes and he just runs a thumb over your hand and forearm

•Only then will he realize just how skinny you are, but after some reassurance from your side he’ll let the matter drop and won’t pry to not bother you

•Still sometimes asks you if you’re eating enough, even though you tell him you do

•A complete pacifist, like you, and basically never fights or raises the tone of his voice. the fact that you dislike fighting makes him aspire towards peace more

•There are days when even he breaks down, though not too much since he still sort of wants to maintain a strong facade for you and you being there to listen to him makes him fall in love with you all over again

•Used to take you out on walks before his illness left him unable to move, and after that happened he took on the hobby of listening to the rain fall from the engawa of his mansion with you by his side

•But you most likely have an entire assortment of hair accessories gifted by him

[22degreehalo]

the AuDHD struggle where I easily don’t notice things other people notice so I need them to point them out for me if they want me to do something about them but also I am incredibly sensitive and feel like a fucking failure whenever anyone speaks to me directly and also I hate social communication so if someone springs that on me suddenly (it will always be sudden because I am always zoned out) it is Very Stressful having to switch my attention over to them and focus on what they mean exactly and then also to focus on controlling my tone and facial expressions so that I seem totally chill and happy about it because I genuinely prefer they not assume I know things but also my brain tells me they think I’m an idiot whenever they do so and also it is very very difficult to suddenly switch tasks over to something, especially something like doing dishes because it requires me to stand in one place with limited use of my hands and it’s difficult to get the right stimulation level even if I’m listening to a youtube video or whatever because it takes a few moments to dry my hands amd pause or unpause a video so it’s just all bad all around even as I am trying desperately to be like ‘hey thanks for actually telling me!!!!’

Hard level: the person wants to stand around and talk to me while doing dishes so I can’t get the youtube stimulation and have to manage my stimulation level while doing dishes AND in a conversation with a person, both of which are difficult and often bad situations. But it would require a lot of focus to explain in a not-hurtful way that talking to them is making things worse and I’m overwhelmed and freeze up so I just have to put up with it.

Maddening level: the person is drying dishes next to me so I have to pretend to be really thankful that they’re helping me even though it’s entirely unnecessary and just adds more uncontrollable stimulation through their encroaching of my personal space next to me.

Abyssal level: someone shares a similar experience and I feel a brief respite before someone comments that they are a WOMAN with autism/adhd and they can do dishes just FINE so this is OBVIOUSLY just a result of men not being expected to do chores the same way and any difficulty I feel in this situation at all is obviously because I’m a terrible lazy man who has not been adequately punished by society yet.