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mapis-putellas · 3 months ago

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𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐/𝑨.𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

Okay, so I’m quite proud of how this came out, so I hope you guys enjoy it<3

The idea for the music video had been sitting in the back of your mind for weeks, growing more insistent each time you replayed your latest single in the studio.

It wasn’t about revealing your relationship outright. You weren’t ready for that yet, not completely anyway. It was about showing the pieces of your lives that made both of you who you were. You knew Alexia would hesitate. She was a private person, always careful about what parts of herself she shared to the world. But this wasn’t just about her, or you. It was about showing the world just how beautifully your words collided together.

When you finally brought it up to her, you were at her apartment, curled up on her couch with her arm draped lazily over your shoulder. You were curled up against her side, legs thrown over your lap as you absentmindedly played with a loose strand of her hair that hung past her shoulder. Her cheek rested atop of your head, eyes closed in content. This was your favourite version of Alexia. Relaxed. At ease. The walls she held up around everyone else completely gone.

“I’ve got an idea for the music video.” You began, tilting your head back to look at her.

“Sí?” Her voice was warm as she looked down at you, but there was a hint of curiosity as her fingers paused their tracing. “Qué idea?”

You can’t help but smile. “Okay, so, it’s for the new song, yeah? The vibe of it is perfect for something high energy. I was thinking clips of me on tour, you know, performing, sound check, hanging with the crew and stuff. And then…clips of you. From your games?”

Her brows furrowed slightly as she pulled you closer against her side. “¿Yo?”

“Yeah.” You nod, lacing your fingers with hers. You can’t help but smile at the way her thumb instinctively grazes over the back of your hand. “You. Watching you play is one of my favourite things, and it’ll fit the vibe I’m imagining perfectly.”

Her expression softened as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, but there was still a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “And the people? Fans? They will know about us?”

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Not directly. It’ll be subtle. If they figure it out, then fine. But if they don’t, that’s fine too. It’ll be just us, doing what be both love.”

Alexia chewed on her bottom lip for a second, clearly weighing the idea. Then, finally, she nodded, a tentative smile appearing on her lips. “Okay. Lo hacemos. Por ti.”

“Yeah?” You shift a little against her so that you were on your knees, Alexia’s arm falling from your shoulders to the small of your back, just above your ass. She nodded again, and you can’t help but squeal slightly as you yank her into a hug.

Her arms secure themselves around your waist as you fall sideways onto her lap, your face buried in the crook of your neck, and you hear her laugh softly as she squeezes you tight.

“Te amo, mi amor.”

“I love you too. So much.” You murmur.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of planning. You worked closely with your director to compile the footage you needed. Scenes from your last tour. Moments with your crew backstage. Rehearsing in empty arenas. Signing autographs for fans. For Alexia, your team has reached out to Barcelona for access to recent match footage, focusing mainly on her goals and assists. You also made sure there were shots of her teammates too, some of girls you’d grown quite close to these past few months.

When you had shown her some of the early clips, she sat next to you on the editing suite, eyes wide as she watched herself on screen.

“No me gusta verme,” she murmured as she leant into your side, her voice low. “It is weird.”

You grinned softly as you wrapped an around her waist, giving her a squeeze as you rested your head against her shoulder. “I know, baby. But you look incredible.”

She glanced at you, lips curving up into a small smile. “¿Seguro?”

“Completely.” You assured, wrapping your other arm around her so your hands met against her hip. You tilted your head upwards and puckered your lips, and Alexia laughed softly as she gently cupped your face kissed you.

The most special part of it all was filming the scenes in the stands. It was a recreation of something that had happened countless times before, where you’d sat front and centre cheering her on. The camera caught you wearing her jersey, your eyes glued to the pitch as she ‘played’. You’d insisted on keeping the scene as natural as possible, and Alexia had almost lost it when she saw just how into it you got, as if the game was happening in real time.

When the video was finally pieced together, you couldn’t wait to show her. You brought her into the studio late one evening, just the two of you and the editor who had helped you bring your vision to life. Alexia sat beside you as the video played on the large screen, her hand resting on your thigh as she watched. You tangled your fingers with her own, trailing your thumb over the side of her hand.

The music video opened with an aerial short of a tour bus rolling down the highway at sunrise, light spilling over the mountains in the distance. The camera then cut to the inside of the bus, where you sat in the corner of a leather seat, a notebook in your lap scribbling down lyrics, your guitar placed on the floor nearby. Quick cuts showed the lively chaos of your crew in the background, bandmates tuning guitars, someone passing out coffee.

As the temp pics up, the video transitioned to a concert venue, the stage still bare. You stood centre stage, holding a microphone as you discussed the set up with your team. The camera panned over the empty seats, a stark contrast to the amount of people that would soon fill the space.

Suddenly, the stage lights flashed, illuminating you as you stepped out in front of a massive crowd. The camera captured the grin on your face, the way you somehow managed to own every inch of the stage. Each cut was quick. Your hand gripping the mic stand, your foot tapping in time with the drums, the sweat glistening on your brow.

As the song reached its bridge, the tone shifted. You were shown walking offstage after your performance, the applause still echoing in the distance. Your shoulders were slumped as you navigated the maze of hallways backstage, wiping off your face with a towel and nodding politely to staff members who congratulated you.

The camera then cut to a completely different setting. A crowded football stadium. This was the first time Alexia entered the video, and it was done in a subtle, almost understated way just like both of you wanted. There was never any clear clips of her face. Or close up shots that told you who it was. But if you knew enough about football, you’d know who it was.

The camera then pans to you in the stands, and fleeting glimpses of Alexia were thrown in as you clapped and cheered with everyone else. The camera then slowly zoomed in on your face as you cheered her name.

It was subtle, but for anyone paying attention, the connection was clear. The video ended with a shot of the two of you walking in opposite directions. Her towards the locker room, and you back to your car where your driver opens the door, letting you inside.

When the screen went dark, Alexia turned to you. “Es…hermoso.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper as her hands tightened around your own. “Gracias.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to hers for a short moment before placing a tender kiss to her cheek. “It’s us, baby.” You murmured, lips brushing her skin as you pulled away.

The video premiered a week later, and as expected, the fans went wild. The comments flooded in, with people dissecting every frame for clues about your relationship. The shots of Alexia on the field, paired with your reactions in the stands, left little doubt for those who had been following the speculation. But there was still enough ambiguity to keep people guessing.

For the two of you, that was enough. You didn’t need to spell it out. The people who understood would see it for what it was. As you sat together that evening, scrolling through the reactions online, Alexia sat behind you on the couch with her arms wrapped her arms around you, her chin hooked over your shoulder.

“Lo hicimos,” she murmured, her voice warm with affection.

You smiled as you craned your head back, gently nudging her chin to turn her face towards you. She raised an eyebrow, and you smile as you press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Yeah, baby. We did.”

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jasperandhenryslovechild · 5 months ago

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now that the shock of watching this trailer over and over and over again has worn down a tiny bit i need to ask, what the fuck is that hero costume and what does this mean for the preexisting canon dangerverse timeline

it is evident that these three costumes are NOT the same thing and it doesn't make me happy at ALL.

INDIVIDUAL BREAKDOWN/ELABORATION RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT

this one

is henry danger canon, like in the very last episode.

a muted version of the danger force canon one, with a fugly mustard hoodie with the strings tied so tight that it makes me question his breathing abilities and middle-schooler-who-just-discovered-what-mouse-is hair/j. he looks like he had to pull something together last minute unlike charlotte (curse me for cropping her out) who is literally THE COOLEST ONE HERE why is she not in the movie???? she is literally a fucking cyborg with purple hair someone explain this shit to me??? it's her superiority that allowed her to absolutely EAT THIS UP while henry looks like he just went dumpster diving

it's a vibe but it's also giving ramen noodles so im giving it a low 5/10 out of pity

danger force switches it up on us with this version

henry "we don't wear masks in dystopia, we're kinda above that" hart

this one is my favorite, it's cohesive and it goes together well. it's got the more grown hero vibe that ive always wanted to see in henry ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF HIS GROWTH AS A CHARACTER!! THE RETURN OF THE KID EPISODE IS LITERALLY ALL ABOUT HOW FUCKING DIFFERENT HE IS AND IM HERE FOR IT SO HARD!!! i will absolutely drop a df henry hyper analysis some day but for now this is what we've got

the shades of burgundy and washed out red throw it together well and i can totally see an explanation behind this costume vs the old one being a simple upscale/revamp. that jacket has pockets to hide weaponry, leather would probably be a lot easier to take a tumble in (+ the knee guards not shown in this picture and like the plastic covers on the sides of his legs that i don't know the name of, implies that he takes enough hard falls to need protection in these areas!), it helps camouflage well in dystopia because the 2 seconds of clips we've seen of that place show that it's pretty dark despite its bright neon flashing lights that give it an evil sanfransokyo at night sort of vibe. it's superhero-y, but it also doesn't have all those staple childhood iconic hero things either— if anything he looks kinda ashamed to be in a superhero show and that's okay/j

overall, 10/10 because it has nothing to do with the capitan man/kid danger brand, it shows henry evolving beyond that point in his life into his own entity after being so soley dependent on ray for his entire previous career in superhero-ing

now to address this fucking monstrosity we were given just a few hours ago

i want to preface this by saying i am not ungrateful. the things i am about to say come from a place of pure dissatisfaction yet constructive criticism. ive been waiting years and years for this movie and i will literally take an hour and thirty minutes of jasper and henry twirling in a circle and make 183829992 edits of it i don't care, i love henry danger sm and the movie looks pretty cool

this being said

dear costume team of henry danger the movie,

have you ever watched henry danger and or danger force? do you even know what you're designing for? be honest, did the producers hand you this stock image

and tell you to make it mean? because every time i look at this costume there is something else wrong with it and it PAINS MY EYES. it makes him look like a cartoony ass space crusader instead of a hero fighting crime one of the most dangerous if not THE MOST DANGEROUS city in the world.

let's break this down, shall we? head to toe motherfuckers.

only not complaining about the hair and it being slicked in the same direction it used to be because it's consistent throughout the entire trailer (unlike SOME danger force episodes... cough cough return of the kid....cough cough.......)

that mask. firstly, i have issues with there being a mask at all, because danger force establishes that there are no masks in dystopia. nobody moves a finger to try and put on a mask, henry even fights SUNGLASSES. those sunglasses ray forces on him to hide his identity are brawled against, he's clearly grown out of masks. putting him back in one puts him back in that kid danger box he's been working hard to build up and out of, a concept established throughout the entire finale of henry danger and further reassured in danger force.

and if you were gonna inarguably give him a mask for simple minded audience recognition, nickelodeon, the least you could do was make it a PRETTY MASK. red was an.. okay choice for the base, but making the silver SURROUND IT? BLACK OUTLINE???? you're trying so hard to be new and cool and it is just painful on the eyes instead. the black eyeshadow under it makes him look like one of those 2020 emo dsmp cc edits and it's just like a throwback to an era nobody wants to go back to. that face card makes him looks like he listens to believer by imagine dragons while chewing that magic bubblegum. his lips are PALE, SOMEBODY GET THIS MAN SOME IRON— OH WAIT, THEY WASTED THEIR SUPPLY ON THIS NIGHT REFLECTIVE SILVER MAKEUP THAT MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A STOP SIGN WITH A FLASHLIGHT UP IT'S ASSHOLE

then we move onto the base of the costume itself. firstly, the navy blue undershirt cut out to expose his neck says nothing to me. it does not make the statement you guys thought it would— in fact, it makes the whole thing look a pit incomplete? unkempt? it looks like theres something missing and with that black eyeshadow i think it's a thick silver chain SORRY IM DONE I'M OVER THE MASK

the vest over it gives me even more issues. you can't pull up with an audio of ray manchester going "you're not a sidekick anymore, you're a hero!!" and have THEIR FUCKING LOGO ON HIS CHEST. IT'S NOT RIGHT. ON TOP OF THE FACT THAT THE ENTIRE VEST IN AND OF ITSELF LOOKS LIKE IT WAS ROLLED IN DIRT AND HAS THE COLORATION PROPERTIES OF A DYING SEAL, THE LOGO BEING THERE AT ALL IS A MASSIVE ISSUE.

the entire POINT OF THE FINALE was that henry wanted to move on from his life as kid danger. he sacrificed himself and faked his entire death to thousands of people in order to become his own person. he had no life outside of crime fighting because he has no skills or traits outside of crime fighting— he gave up his entire childhood for it so naturally it's all he can gravitate to as he moves forward in dystopia. being a crime fighter once more is a punch in the face enough that he will never really escape who he once was despite the fact that HE GOT AWAY.

HE GOT AWAY.

in NO WORLD WOULD THE HENRY HART I KNOW AND LOVE PROUDLY WEAR THE SYMBOL OF THE VERY MAN THAT FAILED HIM. ray manchester failed him throughout his entire childhood— failed at giving him a normal kid life, failed at providing context and details before or even during the time he accepted the job— and yet here the movie is. he is wearing a rip off of his old costume in an attempt to leave behind who he was. that is ironic, that is HORRIBLE. because by putting him in this FUGLY ASS DOLLAR STORE COSTUME, not only are you retconning the evolution he's been working towards, you are denying him the right to become something greater than just kid danger

in the old costumes, the designs were different because he as a person was different. his entire character arc throughout the hd finale to now was just that, becoming different.

this is not different— this is just an older version of the ghost he's been leaving behind time and time again. dragging him back to his roots. there are millions of ways to drag him back to his roots in the movie itself because those roots will never free him, that is the entire point of him post henry danger and there's so many ways to show that. but changing his costume, one of the only parts of his new hero identity that he himself gets to choose, to resemble his old costume so similarly is just blatantly saying fuck you to the current dangerverse timeline and who that has made him out to be.

my final question is, what does that mean for everything else?

cause like, if the hd/df costumes are no longer a thing in the movie, what happened to them?? why did henry choose this bullshit over the FIREEE costumes in his past?? why would he ever do that to himself bro

and also BLACKOUT?? DO WE NOT GET AN EXPLANATION ON THAT???? BECAUSE EVEN NICKELODEON THEM FUCKING SELVES MADE A THEORY VIDEO ABOUT BLACKOUT BEING JASPER AND THEN WE PULL UP WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

LIKE GUYS I'M NOT GETTING IT ARE WE EVER GONNA GET AN EXPLANATION ON WHO BLACKOUT IS AND WHY HE WAS CAUGHT UP WITH HENRY— ALSO JASPER'S JUST TRANSFORMING RANDOMLY IN PUBLIC??? DOES THAT NOT NUKE THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF HENRYS MASK?????

i do have very good things to say about this teaser, do not let your eyes deceive you, but i also have these complaints that i don't necessarily need answered if not I just need them to be heard

if you've made it this far thank you so much for coming to my insanely long ted talk

#henry danger #danger force #henry danger the movie #dystopia #jasper dunlop

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deliciousbasementtrash · 2 years ago

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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. On your way home from work, you encounter an injured superhero. You have seen his secret identity. Now what will he do about it?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, verbal abuse, parental abuse, severe injuries

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part One: Is that Trash or a Man?

There is calm chaos when working in the emergency room. You get used to the cacophony of beeps and alarms. Of moans, crying, screaming, and arguing. You get used to being on your feet all day and moving from task to task, from patient to patient. You get used to it because there is no other option. People need care and they need it now. You either step the fuck up or switch to a different unit. Or move to a calmer, cleaner, less crime-filled city. Calm wasn’t really my vibe. Maybe externally that’s what I portrayed, but internally my mind craves the chaos of the ER. It craves the chaos of Gotham. And the Gotham ER was an entirely different beast.

I finished nursing school about a year ago. A lot of my peers used it as an out. They went to more stable cities in New Jersey that had better funding and less chance of getting knifed in the staff parking lot. I was one of the only ones that stayed. I definitely was the only one that worked in the hospital. I couldn’t deny the demand for nurses was high, and the paychecks were even higher at Gotham General Hospital. And maybe some small pathetic part of my brain wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted Gotham to be a better place. Every day I worked. I convinced myself that how matter how shitty it got; I was making a difference. Even if it was only a handful of people in the grand scheme of things.

I could convince myself that I mattered. That everyone mattered. That these people deserve more. They deserve better; they deserve a second, third, fourth, fifth chance. If I stopped trying to convince myself of that I know I would give up entirely. Seeing gunshot wounds, stabbings, overdoses, mutilations, burns, crushings, poisonings, beatings, day after day is a lot like erosion of the soul. Little by little it wears you down. You become jaded and jagged with time. Empathy becomes blame. Hope becomes desolate. Love becomes anger. The only thing you can do is gaslight yourself into thinking you’re making a big enough difference. That you’re helping enough people. After all, the brain can’t tell the difference between truth and irony. You tell yourself so many lies, you can start to believe them, right?

Gotham City: 16 Years Ago

“Dad, when is mom coming home?” My small voice asked. I was scared to make Dad yell at me again. I didn’t like it when I made him yell.

“She’s got stage four fucking cancer she is coming out of the hospital in a body bag, y/n.”

I fought the tears that burned behind my eyes. Dad would get even angrier if he saw them. It was stupid of me to even ask.

I felt him turn to me. His eyes bored into my skull. Quickly, I looked down at his feet.

“Have you tried again?” He asked. His tone clipped. I knew he expected a timely answer.

Involuntarily, my fingers ruthlessly picked the skin around my nails. The sting was grounding in a way.

“No, sir. Well yes, I have tried, but I… I failed,” the last word felt like a hot poker being placed through my throat.

“Look at me.” Breathing became difficult, but I looked up at my father. He leaned his face close to mine. I could smell Jack wafting off him. “What good are you? What good is having healing powers if you can’t heal your sick mother?”

The simple hangnail became a chunk of missing skin. I lowered my head. Fighting back tears.

“Sir,” my traitorous voice wobbled as I tried not to cry, “I keep trying but… I don’t think my power is that strong. I can close cuts, fix broken bones, but tumors are… hard.”

My father tilted his head back and laughed. Hard. He grabbed my wrist as quickly as a viper, “If I could put your mother’s cancer in you I would. You’re about as useful as a wet match in a dark cave.”

I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my cheek. It felt like I was involuntarily waving a white flag.

Gotham City: Present Day

I had to be stealthy with my gift. I couldn’t heal every one of the patients to full health right away. That would lead to suspicion. But if I could help it I could stop the major damage. I would heal internal organs. Replenish blood. Reduce ten fractures to two or one. It all depended on timing and if people were watching me.

I was walking home from the hospital. I only lived about three blocks away. I got off shift at around 20:49. I didn’t start my next stretch for another three days. And I was milking my walk home. Stopping to smell the roses or whatever. That is normally not a very smart thing to do in Gotham at night, especially as a woman. But part of me didn’t care.

Earlier, I looked at my phone and frowned when I realized the date.

Thursday, May 19th.

My mom died 16 years ago today. Waves of emotion flooded my senses. Anger at myself for not remembering. Sadness that she had been gone more of my life than she had been in it. Restlessness for what my father might do or say. Some years he likes to reach out. Others he doesn’t. But most of all I was feeling reckless. Like I wanted someone to give me a reason. Obviously, I would only hurt someone to defend myself or others. But there was so much anger living in my body, part of me hoped some idiot would try something with me tonight.

So, I walked home. Slowly.

Normally, you keep your head down and you keep moving. You don’t look or gawk. You listen out of necessity. I was listening just because I could. It was the normal stuff. Men smoking cigarettes and catcalling. Women were offering their nightly services. Random people either praising or damning superheroes. Drug deals. Graffiti artists. Fights. And of course, people who simply were walking home from work. Gotham had range and was never boring that’s for sure.

But something picked up on the very edge of my senses. Despite my better logic, I turned toward the very quiet sound. It could have just been rats, but it sounded so familiar. It sounded like a death rattle. The thing you hear just before shit hits the fan and the patient codes.

Without thinking I ran down the alley toward the sound. At first, it was nothing. Just trash and rats. But then I saw it. He almost blended perfectly in with the shiny black garbage bags. His cape was the same color but reflected the light less.

“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” I walked hesitantly forward, grabbing my pepper spray just in case.

The man did not answer, he only garbled and coughed. My work brain took over my fear. Instantly I rolled the man over and began assessing him. I suppressed a gasp when I rolled him over and a familiar cowl mask came into view. It was cracked down the middle. His face was bleeding from an unknown location. His breathing was labored and staggered.

Calmly, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against his chest.

Oh yeah. Batman was dying. He had several broken ribs. A pneumothorax. A bruised liver, kidney, and pancreas. His cardiac output was a joke. The man had no perfusion.

I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back like I do at the hospital. I just healed. And healed. And healed. I healed him down to his bone-on-bone knees, sprained ankle, and fractured wrist.

God, this guy had a lot of injuries.

I was close to passing out by the time I was done. I had done too much, ate, and slept too little. My powers were demanding when it came to energy. If I didn’t eat or sleep within 30 minutes I was about to pass out next to bat boy himself.

I gave him one last assessment. After double-checking that he would live and that I didn’t miss anything I finally looked at his face again.

This time I gasped. Batman was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne? I shook my head like I was clearing cobwebs. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Much like Batman, I didn’t want people to know what I could do. The last time people knew…

Just as I turned and took a few steps I rolled my eyes at my nagging thoughts.

What if someone sees him before he wakes up?

Reaching into my tote bag I pulled out a black medical mask. I not so gracefully MacGyvered it across his exposed face so that it was covered. And with that, I made my way home.

My cat, Hashbrown, eagerly greeted me at the door. I nearly fell asleep locking it. I bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on her perfect little cat head. I ripped my gross work scrubs off, threw them in the wash, and crashed on the couch in my underwear before my brain could process what happened.

I healed Batman.

I healed… Bruce Wayne?

Part Two, Part Three

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e1ectricwords · 3 months ago

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Dating Natsu

Headcanons and Stuff

--> Piggyback rides - he's always offering piggyback rides even if you insist that you're fine walking. One of this guy's love languages is 100% physical touch and affection so he's always finding ways to show that, and half the time he never thinks about this, he just does them. He never gets tired offering, nor doing them. He will make such a little sad face if you turn them down.

--> Lazy days - these seem rare, but they do happen. It will be a chaotic pile of blankets and wrappers from snacks. Happy will join in, but if he brings a fish then he's immediately banned. These days don't happen often as Natsu is the type to always be doing something, but when they occur he won't be moving for around 12 hours.

--> The house is always warm - there's no need to spend money on bills or blankets. Cozzy livs? Who's she? Natsu is the heater. The house is always toasty and warm and sometimes he doesn't even realise that he's that hot ;). The tricky part is in the summer however and you will need to invest in multiple fans or at least consume copious amounts of ice a day. This in general will allow you to really use some fun ways to flirt with him.

--> Stealing your food - hit or miss this one. Cute in some aspects because he just wants to share with you, and if he's bringing it to you are you truly justified in getting annoyed? But that last chocolate bar you were saving? The last few strawberries? The one last can of coke? Nothing is safe, he will have it without a second thought. He will replace it, but then have half of it when replacing it. No longer will you be able to enjoy fries without developing food aggression. Head up soldier 🫡

--> Grand gestures without a second thought - this makes up for his food theft I swear. He saw you looking at a certain ad for some random thing for a second more than usual? He's already got it in the bag, bestie. Valentine's days he goes all out, absolutely getting all of the flowers and balloons. He greets you with a high-pitched helium voice and gifts you a half eaten box of chocolates, but the other gifts are entirely just yours and all for you.

--> Will happily play with your hair - without asking 😱. Claim this one if you wish. I see this man absentmindedly running a few fingers through your hair. Or or or. He will take the time to try and braid it, even putting in tiny butterfly clips (they might be a bit wonky but give him time).

--> Unique ringtone - modern au vibes but he's altered your contact in his phone to be different than all the others. (i see laxus doing this too sidenote). Natsu will happily change the ringtone so he can pick up and respond in 0.5 seconds.

--> Lacking emotional understanding - this sounds bad. Hear me out. I think he will have a hard time fully understanding why people feel the way they feel for like 97.2% of the time. However, it is no secret that he can drop some absolute hard-hitting bangers. He will do it at the times you need them the most. It is a loop around reassurance that is needed. That he is trying to connect even if it is not fully in the same way that you are feeling. He's there, and he cares.

--> Sleeping habits - this human heater...he's all over the place. He can, and will, fall asleep anywhere but he will also sleep in weird positions. Maybe an arm is sticking straight up one night. Film yourself high-fiving it, both of you will watch it and laugh next time you have an argument.

--> Party hats - I hope you have all seen what I mean by this. When an argument is getting too heated and serious, one partner will whip out the party hats. It becomes difficult to stay angry at each other when party hats are involved.

If you liked this, check out the Masterlist

#fairy tail #fairytail #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail headcanons #fairytail fanfic #natsu fairy tail #natsu dragneel #natsu x reader #i wrote this half asleep so its a little disjointed

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beebundt · 1 year ago

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Is there any chance we can get a coloring tutorial or your brush settings? I am OBSESSED with the vibes of your art <3

FROM LIL OLE ME ?????? honestly im still in a constant phase of trying to figure out what brushes/coloring styles i like but i really appreciate you saying that!! im going to assume this ask was influenced by the last art i posted since it blew up? so im going to mainly talk abt how i did those. but if you have any questions abt a specific piece or smth feel free to send a msg or ask! 💛 first off i use clip paint studio so these r all exclusively free csp brushes. artemus chalk and artemus pencil i use for flat colors or small sharper detailing, and intoxicate pencil set for soft lines and blending (its a set but they're all pretty much the same so it doesn't rlly matter which one you use). however i use these 3 pretty interchangeably tbh so its not a strict guideline for me or anything. but for my last post, its almost exclusively the intoxicate pencil. it's what gives that "fuzzy" effect. i made these if they help visualize it

plus quick coloring tutorial! which is just basically my entire process. i can't clarify anything abt picking colors bc i genuinely don't know and pick whatever itches my brain at that moment in time

hope this helps! thank you so much for the ask! 💕

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whateverisbeautiful · 8 months ago

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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#43: The Good Life (1.05)

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The vibes of this whole sequence are so good. The good life truly. 🤩And Say Yes has always been a comfort ep for me, so I love that this montage has such Say Yes energy and parallels. If ever I need a pick-me-up this tranquil series of clips from Richonne's road-trip home will lift my spirits every time. I love the way this montage depicts that in finding each other again, Richonne refound the best, most at peace parts of themselves 😌...

So after that teaser with Father Gabriel, we get our babies back on screen. And it hit me that Episode 5 is the first time there are even scenes that don't feature Rick and Michonne. In episodes 1-4 of TOWL, Rick, Michonne, or both are on screen in every single scene apart from that one episode 2 teaser. Which I was very much in support of this as a long-time card-carrying member of the Give-Richonne-More-Screentime ministry. 😊

After how excellent the plot, pacing, and dialogue were in episode 4, I will say that ep 5 & 6 are a bit clunkier in those areas to me. But one thing is for sure, the Richonne content in ep 5 & 6 is still solid gold.

While these last two eps are ranked lower than episodes 1-4 for me, the good moments in these last two episodes aren't just good, they're great and include some genuinely Top 10 worthy Richonne scenes. So we definitely have to break it all down.😇👌🏽

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The montage starts with that yellow truck turning the corner and then they just get right into the good vibes and romance as we see Richonne calmly driving.

I love that they use 'The Good Life' by Tony Bennett to set the mood. Rick and Michonne both just look so relaxed and happy and it’s super refreshing to see. 🥰

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After everything they’d gone through thus far it was so nice to arrive at a point where Rick and Michonne are back in sync and as connected as ever.

I love the way Rick seems so content and peaceful with his hand out the window. Michonne has that man feeling on top of the world again. 😋 And then it’s so sweet the way he looks over at Michonne and the way she smiles back at him while driving. All is well with their soul and mine. 😌

Then we get one of my favorite Richonne actions ever when Rick takes her hand and kisses it. 🥹 It’s perfect.

I love the lingering depth of this hand kiss and that it’s such an illustration of how much Rick loves and cherishes Michonne. It was another soul kiss. And you can just tell how much peace Michonne brings Rick. She’s like his medicine. The cure to his anxiety and to his life. 👌🏽

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Something I so appreciate about Richonne is how every moment like this feels like such an organic outpouring of love in their hearts. And it feels like it’s the exact thing they both needed. Like Rick is offering Michonne so much love with this hand kiss but you can tell it’s also for him too, because she brings him so much peace and happiness and calms any anxiety he might have about really being able to break away from the CRM this time and go home.

This might be the furthest Rick has got in terms of actually breaking free from the CRM and heading home. I know he knows it has everything to do with Michonne that they’re making it this far and actually going to get home this time because they can do anything together.

I appreciate how this hand kiss is just one of the many ways Rick’s romantic heart so naturally wants to show his love and that Michonne is so receptive to it. Like the way she looks at him while he kisses her hand. They really know how to make the love they have for each other leap off the screen. And I know she knows that her Rick is fully back by him doing this.

The song lyrics that play say “don’t try to fake romance” and truly this is just giving authentic romance. Richonne's hand kisses in Say Yes were always so incredibly sweet to me so I love that we have another precious one to add to the list.

I also love that now that Rick isn’t trying to shut Michonne out, he’s immediately back to loving on her every second. This is how Rick loves.

I appreciate that Rick and Michonne immediately started living out that sentiment to love on each other as hard as they can while they can. Loving on each other is what they're both so good at doing. And the way they love is beautiful. 🥹

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So then they pull up and find all those ramen packs because the universe loves them some Richonnne. And y’all, I adore that they are matching again. 😊 It’s another signature Richonne thing. And it's great how they aren’t just matching in the same general color - no they're basically both wearing the exact Pantone shade, honey. The best. 😋

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And Rick and Michonne are just at their all-time adorable when the noodles fall out of the trunk and they excitedly laugh and pick them up. Michonne looks like such a cutie when she holds up a pack and amusedly addresses their punny name “Tasteful Noods.”

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And Rick looks like such a cutie laughing and just seeming happy to be there. I love that they always bring out such a smiley playful side of each other. 😊

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Another thing I love about TOWL whenever I think about it is how Rick and Michonne's journey of refinding each other was never rooted in questioning if they're still compatible as a couple. After nearly a decade spent apart, some characters who aren't soulmates could have easily changed too much and been unable to rekindle this type of comfortable passionate chemistry so quickly.

But while Richonne had to navigate the way their circumstances had impacted and altered them, they still always operated like they knew the other was their person and the love of their life. And now that they've risen from their ep 4 timeout stronger, they're so effortlessly back to being best friends & lovers.

That's part of why I love how passionately Richonne kisses in their episode 2 reunion scene because they didn't have to hesitate, wait, or wonder how the other felt about them after all these years. Without even needing to verbally confirm it, they immediately knew the love, chemistry, and connection they have was alive and as strong as ever.

But back to this heavenly episode 5 montage - We get a sweet moment of the two having dinner together and I’m just smiling from ear to ear yet again. 😁

I love how this montage moment really highlights how far Rick and Michonne have come in their journey since that season 4 moment beside a fire.

Also, in the TWD series finale when Rick and Michonne were both writing letters alone by a fire, I remember just feeling like I cannot wait for them to be side by side again and it was lovely to see that time finally come. 🙌🏽

During this dinner in front of the mural, they’re both looking out at something but I can never tell what exactly. And then Rick puts his arm around Michonne and I love that he looks over at her first, watching her taking in whatever they’re seeing like maybe another mural/painting or something idk. Either way, Michonne is clearly the true view to Rick. 🥰

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And then Michonne turns to him with the sweetest smile as they share a kiss and I just love how warm this whole moment is. It's great how they take a moment to just smile at each other before having yet another kiss infused with passion. And the way they get lost in this kiss - equally addicted to each other. 😊 They’re so blissfully in their Richonne bubble and it’s great to see.

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As they drive along the scenic road they also come across a vending machine and I love how their movement is so synchronized as they look from the vending machine to a walker with a sword stuck in its neck. See how the universe always wants to provide the things Richonne needs? 😋

Also, what this episode really hammered home is that Richonne communicates with words pretty much for fun, because they’re entirely capable of having whole conversations by just looking at each other.

And in this moment they both immediately get the same idea at the same exact time to use the blade in that walker to hack through the vines covering the vending machine. And they’re so cute and determined as they go to take care of it.

Clearing out the vending machine was clearly a success as they cut to Richonne back in the car while Rick chugs a soda. And even the soda moment shows that he’s really released a lot of the stress he was carrying in the first four episodes and just seems so at home. And of course he seems at home because his home is right next to him looking beautiful while driving. 👌🏽

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Also, you always know you’re truly comfortable with someone when even just sitting in silence together brings you peace and I felt that from them in these car clips.

Then this heavenly montage wants to make me teary by having Rick take out the phone with the image of Carl and just take a moment to appreciate it. Again, Rick loves his son so much. 🥲 I'll forever be moved by the love this father has for his boy.

It's heartwarming that Rick gets so much comfort from these images of his family. And it really is one of the greatest things Michonne’s ever done for him by giving him this drawing that brought his son's face back to him.

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I love that Michonne looks over at him and gets to again see how meaningful having this piece of Carl is for Rick. The way she looks from the phone to him, both those Grimes boys forever have her heart. 🥹

(And she knows soon Rick will get to meet the third Grimes boy, RJ. 🥲)

I think about the OG Richonne episode Clear when Michonne was behind the wheel as Rick sat silently beside her with a hand out the window. Now, years later they do the same, no longer strangers but soulmates.

The biggest difference between the two moments is Carl is right there with them in the back of the car in Clear, and now in TOWL he's with them through a phone portrait. 🥺

Carl would be so proud of Rick and Michonne for finding their way back to each other and finally going home together. 🥲

Also just looking at Rick and Michonne in this car heading home, y’all, we really made it. 😭 All those years without them and we really made it to a point where Rick and Michonne are back on a road trip home together and at peace. And so I just adore this whole opening sequence for perfectly painting the picture of their travels home and how in love they are at every turn.

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Rick and Michonne looked so refreshed with vacation vibes as they finally got to just enjoy each other without the threat of the CRM nearby. Beyond here for it. 😇

Then, as they drive they come across a souvenir shop...and it’s there we get another one of my absolute favorite TOWL scenes. 👌🏽😌

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year ago

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𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)

a/n: I love Dainsleif with every fiber of my being, do you guys know that? Anyways, just like all Dain-fics, this one has illustrations (I hope they give Fairytale book vibes). I’d like to thank @meimeimeirin cuz this was an idea we were laughing abt at 4am and somehow I made something out of it HAHA.

Unreliable Synopsis: “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will experience the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, "princess" (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?”

CW: light yandere themes, fairytale!au just for the hell of it. HURT/NO COMFORT. Late/Advanced happy birthday, Dainsleif.

"The destined knight is late," the great dragon clicked his tongue. One would expect that an inferior creature such as an ugly duckling would quake and shrink while perched on the Dragon King's hand. But their expression was nothing short of serene. There is a veneer of calm that the great Dragon Ongri did not overlook.

The "duckling" had the eyes of an old gentleman with worldly disinterests.

He was longing for death.

𝕺nce upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who was abandoned by both their siblings and mother. Oftentimes, he was pecked by his peers, sneered into thinking his big head and scarred face. were both a reason for his survival and misery all the same. The ugly duckling thought himself unloveable no matter where he went. The small waters he was born in had no room for miscreation, and when he traveled to an elderly's house elsewhere, the chickens thought him useless and undesirable. Normally, the story would've been a happier bedtime story if he had gone to meet the Royal birds and begged for them to end his life. Maybe then, he would've realized that he had not been a duck but a swan all along. But alas, our poor ugly "duckling" found his feet at the hands of the great Dragon King- Ongri's mercy.

"Will you kill me?" The ugly duckling asked calmly. "You need to release your anger, and I can be but one of many casualties."

"I am not a creature of impulse."

The divine dragon scowled. "After Bars' and Fein' deaths, the concept that this realm dubs as Time and Moments is now under my jurisdiction. I've no use for wasted breaths."

As it happens, the dragon was in a troubling situation. There is an immediate need for a substitute. Sensing the urgency of fate's call, Ongri unleashed an ancient incantation. Feathers singed into flesh, wings clipped into arms, and in a burst of radiant light, the "ugly duckling" was reborn as a human knight. His body had scar-like spots from the Divine Dragon infusing him with magic, albeit the metamorphosis was far from flawless. Even as a human, he was imperfect. Mysterious dark blue "burn lines" traced his neck and arms. With the new human's eyes still closed, the dragon spoke to him, the last for a long time: "Forget your past and this whole affair." He commanded. "Go, find and protect your princess."

It mattered not if this was the last breath Ongri would tell him, besides…

When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves.

“(Y/n)…”

“It’s me, Dainsleif… Can you… still remember my voice?”

“…”

“I… understand that once a person reaches this stage of the curse, their senses get muted. The remnants of those who once dwelled here must have been the catalyst of your ailments worsening..”

“… I’m sorry. I am incredibly sorry that I found you at such a later time. It did not occur to me that you would be here in the Chasm.”

“In our next fairy tale, I’ll—”

“No… I cannot subject you to any more empty promises… But know this:”

“I will keep you safe from now on.”

“So, do not leave my side ever again.”

And the new knight opened his eyes.

Memories of the dragon vanished from his mind. He was now a being of larger flesh and bones without recollections of his past. Should another human take his shoes, they would know that it was a fresh awakening. His first breath tasted like rich champagnes. Golden. Even the sun shone in such resplendent light that made the world seemingly revolve around him.

His legs wobbled. Sliding onto the grassy area, he caught a sight of his hair. Blonde. Like hay— they were golden threads silkily strewn about. He soon noticed that the rest of his complexion was a light pinkish-hued color, as did the hands that prevented his head from taking a serious fall.

The reborn “ugly duckling” may have forgotten why, but he felt alienated from his own body. And he has the Divine Dragon to thank for his new vessel and plain armor.

“Help! Someone, HELP!!!”

His ears perked up. It was a scream with a fervor of a “damsel in distress”. Vent clamor as she may with her whole throat, nothing would come out of it.

But fate will not allow this untimely demise. Quick on his new feet, the new knight dashed towards the sound. No cavalry— just a single determined mind. After running for some time, the unnamed knight did not come across any souls.

That is, until he found the young maiden he was “fated” to save. She was on the ground, clinging into her wrist as though she burned her hand. In the ground laid an iron sword, begging to be drawn.

At the sight of the wild animal bearing down on her with frightening speed, the “knight” took her weapon and charged towards the scene, raising it in front of the menacing beast. He gazed at the bear that towered over him, displaying its slobbery maw and long, pointed claws. The untamed creature snarled and dropped to strike.

Perhaps the Divine Dragon saw his noble pursuits, perhaps he was naturally gifted in combat, but the bear was unable to rake the man’s body. Miraculous it was that not a single nasty laceration was left on his person. He lacked the strength to take it down in one fell swoop, but the speed he had made up for it. Like swans that swerved through the wind and flow of water, he dodged all its attacks. With a few strikes from his blade, the bear falls...

He breathed out, shaking in his boots though he tried not to show it. Straightening his body, he met the maiden’s gaze. His blue eyes met hers in a piercing gaze, nearly taunting her as his new opponent. The young lady exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

“T-Thank… you…”

Subconsciously, he circled the shoulder that recklessly swung the sword around. The new “knight” tilted his head. For what? He wished to ask, but words did not come out.

“For saving me, of course.”

The maiden gracefully stood. Her garments had lost some of their value due to the soil and dirt, but she herself was not affected in the same way. She exuded a fierceness that suggested anyone who ventured to hurt her would be receiving more than they bargained for. Instead of tucking her hair to the back, she pulled them forward, hiding her ears.

“Do allow me to introduce myself, kind knight.” She cleared her throat softly. “You may call me Princess (F/n), daughter of King Regan and current crown princess— heir to the throne upon the late Prince Pierre’s demise. May I know your name?”

…

… Silence…

The princess tilted her head.

"... Does my savior have a name?"

"... Name?"

The young man paused.

He couldn't remember his name. In actuality, he had absolutely no memory of anything. His mind was a bottomless pit with little to no air. With wide eyes, his hand moved slowly to around his neck. The act of conjuring up his supposed name left him terrified for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Does he… not have a name?

“... You must be joking.” The princess deadpanned. “How can one not have a name? Were you not baptized under the Divine Dragon’s light?”

She sounded incredibly upset by this fact. Whatever she ranted on about, it must be a human tradition.

“Do you not know how important names are—” The princess sighed, “Never mind. I shall assume you are one of those orphaned folks. Besides, if what you say is true, bestowing you a new name is a power much more potent.”

“I… want a name.” The man spoke up rather shyly, voice almost inaudbile.

"I know, I know… Huh, I usually take names rather than gifting them," the princess chuckled. She seemed wholly aware of his dilemma. "Hmm… Let me see…"

She examined his features closely. He was dressed in the traditional knightly fashion, albeit slightly altered. The holy kingdom's knights, of course, never donned masks—especially not half of one. He was strange, but there was an innocent genuineness about him. The blonde man doesn't have a polished appearance. He looked like a lost duckling.

It was rude to stare at the peculiar blue wounds on his face far too long so the princess’ eyes trailed above his hair.

"Leaf…" She pointed upward. "Leaf."

The knight blinked.

What a peculiar sounding name.

"Understood." He nodded and bowed politely. "I shall now be referred to as Leaf."

"No, I meant—" The princess cut herself off and chuckled. "Oh, well. I meant the leaf on one's head. But certainly the name Leaf does suit you fine."

“Do place your iron sword away, Leaf.” She added, cringing. “It is unbecoming of a knight to point a sword to their princess.”

“May… May I ask as to why you were attacked by a bear?”

“Quite bold of you to inquire a royal about a recent assassination attempt,” she humored him with a smile. He safely assumed she would not enact punishment for his assertiveness. “If you must satiate your curiosity, it is exactly that. An assassination attempt. They believed since my brother had fallen so easily, I myself must be an easy game since I adore wandering around the forest.”

“And they seem to be right,” Leaf muttered, wittily referring to the incident prior that arranged this fated meeting.

“Oh?” She scoffed, her polite smile remaining intact. “You’ve quite the tongue. Are you from the valleys?”

“I do not know.”

She squinted.

“Hmm, I see.” The princess exhaled and shook her head disapprovingly. “Then I am to presume that I should also use my wits to cleverly weave a background for you much like your name, Leaf?”

“You wish for me to serve you, that I can tell, and for that to happen I would need your equal assistance,” Leaf spoke solemnly. “I do not recall anything of my past, but you can always make one for me.”

Leaf knelt in front of her. Silence ensued.

“You are deadly calm for a man who wished his history be erased…” The princess muttered.

Leaf was a strange man indeed. He was perceptive, yet he spoke like fate’s pawn. That is to say, the princess noticed he only ever says the truth. His countenance conveyed little desire to adopt rebellious ideologies. To be honest, there was nothing in those contrivedly starry eyes. It was bare. A false sky.

It almost made the princess worry for his lack of self-preservation had she not been the same. Lies were always at her hands’ disposal, and she greatly hoped it was not what her heart would contain in her last pages. She didn’t wish for a life of deceit. The princess's survival solely comes from her ability to “doublespeak”.

“I see your promise. You are made of self-mettle. Although your blunt tongue may mar your fortunes sooner before you could gaze upon His Majesty, I wish to prescribe you with new duties.”

She took a deep breath.

“This directive shall not be withdrawn in the name of the Divine Dragon. Leaf, a young knight from the Valley of Gaciea who will shortly be appointed retainer to the Royal Highness, Princess (F/n), kneels before me. Until the end of time, he shall be my sword, and I will be his master. Will you keep your word and uphold the oath— the promise?”

“I will.”

Not a moment did he hesitate. Not for a second did he think there was more to life than this. It was nearly bitter. His life sounded so simple to her tongue.

But it was a contract nonetheless.

A promise that must be fulfilled.

“I find myself stirred in restless days without you my by side. You haunted me so diligently this past 500 or so years.”

“Humor me, won’t you… my b-beloved?”

“Why have you hid away from me? Why did I have to find you in this state? Furred and mute. Didn’t you take a breath to think about how much your pain would mean a greater weight for me? Have you not a second thought about how much it pains me to see you like this— bearing the fangs of the abyss and the claws of the cursed…?”

“The only sigh of relief I can release is that at least in this new sky, Ongri— no, he calls himself Zhongli these days— would get between us no more.”

“This new fairy tale… For how long do you expect me to keep this promise, (Y/n)? How many more stories must we get through for us to reach a happy ending?”

“Please… I’m begging you… Say something!!!”

“…”

“… Speak… Please… Anything…”

“Tell me about our past rendezvous. Seduce me with your musings. Anything… can't you try, just for this special day?”

“Please… don’t turn your mask away from me…”

“Do you find time to flow as quick as the waters by the stream? I am inclined to believe this sentiment. I find it astonishing that we’ve spent eleven or so moonshines joined at a hip. Time ages us but we are none the wiser.”

Leaf grunted, heaving Princess (F/n)’s inventory as she spoke. He didn’t seem distressed by the weight and his princess appeared not at all troubled as well. At least, that what it seemed on the surface. Royals must make their superiority known. Leaf knew (F/n) wanted to also carry some of the bags, but he refused.

There were several notions Leaf refused that noon. When (F/n) entertained the thought of going out as herself and by herself, he disapproved with haste. Leaf had to know where she’s going, who she was going with, what she’s going to wear— just about everything. His voice alone overwhelmed the princess enough that you’d mistake him for the king. The knight practically ordered what she would wear and what route she’d have to take if she wished to see the ongoing festival.

Being herself was a safety hazard and being alone by herself was a death wish.

To his eyes, at least. He had always been a twinge too overprotective.

It was a hectic morning with a picture-perfect, almost cliche scene of bustling streets and frolicking kids on a medieval setting. While children would swerve around adults' legs to avoid getting tagged, adults walked slowly to hear each gossip. One kid had nearly hit the princess herself, but Leaf would not allow it.

Leaf pulled (F/n) away by putting an arm over her waist. The smell of her sweet perfume surprised him. Her smell reminded him of the forest. For the knight who professed to guard her innocence, her warm body lightly pressed against his was a fleeting but almost immoral moment. He set her down slowly, gasping quietly. The princess chose not to draw attention to the troubled expression on her most reliable retainer.

It was better not to acknowledge his growing romantic interests.

To her, he is only a sword.

Even if he is a friend, at the end of the day, he’s only a weapon to be used.

The princess quickly pulled the cape down further to hide her face— mostly her ears. For reasons unknown to him, she seemed to find that part of herself worthy of great insecurity.

He cleared his throat, face dusted in a pink hue.

“You say that time affects you, but you haven’t aged a day.”

The princess laughed.

“Finally, a compliment from a man as stoic as you? Oh, what a day to rejoice!”

Leaf shook his head with a small smile.

“I had given you one on several occasions.”

“That may be true, but random bouts of flattery from you are scarce.” The princess hummed. “I vaguely recall how getting anything out of you was like trying to get a frozen little duckling to quack. Who am I? Your mother duck?”

The smirk on his face was quick, but (F/n) definitely saw it.

Several staff once questioned Leaf’s ability to speak. Many, including (F/n)’s father, were convinced he was mute. Everyone in the castle knew of the princess’s peculiar tastes and thought Leaf’s recruitment was a mere byproduct. His masked appearance and strange scars added more fuel to those rumors. When Leaf defended (F/n) from another assassination attempt in front of the king and inquired about her condition, King Regan nearly toppled from where he stood.

After being bombarded with questions, Leaf merely said he refrained from speaking since he saw no use if he wasn't talking to the princess herself. (F/n) still finds it absurd that she has to give orders for him to talk to other people.

For Leaf, it was simple: he just didn’t see the point of forming other interpersonal relationships.

(F/n) was the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Only her.

Only she is worthy to serve and protect.

“You truly are like a little duckling following his mother’s tail,” Princess (F/n) sighed. “But you have vastly improved in our time together. That, I can commend.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Leaf laughed softly, mocking her tone in his signature subtle way. “Oh, what a day to rejoice.”

She playfully gave him an elbow nudge. “Do not copy me, Leaf.”

“My apologies.”

Princess (F/n) was meandering around because the harvest festival was drawing closer. With her own eyes, the princess intended to see how her people were faring. Rarely did she change into a more "common" outfit and styled her hair with simplicity. Though, if you were to ask Leaf, seeing her in her most simple clothes made her far more youthful than the garbs and crown that wrinkles her smile to a frown.

“Madame, would you be interested in buying your lover here a brooch?”

Both of them stilled as a merchant called out. The undercover royal pointed to herself.

“Yes, yes, of course I’m talking to you, gorgeous!” The merchant grinned. He had silver hair that slightly covered one of his blue eyes. “Do you want matching rings instead? We’re selling for fifty percent off!”

Leaf’s gaze was stern. Despite his reservations, he knew the merchant as Alfstan, another young knight who hailed from a family of vendors. Two moonshines ago, Leaf was (forcefully) placed on training duty and had the fortune of mentoring this aspiring knight.

Mind you— nothing was particularly dubious of his wares. Leaf just simply despised having another man brazenly take your attention away. He did not find their previous exchanges pleasant. Not when Alfstan often joked about replacing his position one day.

What hubris.

While he busied himself glaring at the poor man, the princess awkwardly laughed and dismissively waved a hand. “Oh, no, he and I— we are not—”

“Haha, I know, I was just pulling your leg, Your Highness.” Alfstan grinned, giving Leaf a quick nod. “Morning, Sir Leaf! Were you showing the princess around?”

“Shhh! Be quiet!” (F/n)'s eyes widened.

He protectively wrapped an arm around (F/n) again, this time far more confidently.

“Yes.” Leaf spoke, voice as solid as his resolve.

“Mind if I tag along?”

His stare sharpened. “I would very much mind, now return to your stall.”

The princess shook her head, poorly judging her retainer’s possessive words as acts of protection. Instead, she dwelled on their attire. “Drats, was our disguise that fragile?”

Alfstan assessed her from top to bottom, which made Leaf even more tense. “Eh, you’re really gorgeous that no cloak can hide your beauty, Your Highness.”

“I have to agree,” Leaf said stiffly, clearing his throat. “Perhaps I should hide her in a hay sack. WIthout your prying eyes.”

(F/n) raised an eyebrow. “And what? And be suspected of kidnapping me instead?”

Leaf shrugged. “Does that sound like an offense I would commit?”

Alfstan rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. Besides, the only way you wouldn’t get caught is if you hid her in something as small as a teapot.”

And he would be right. But it will take eons to prove those suspicions as truth.

“Going back to your wares, Sir Alfstan,” (F/n) digressed. “These iron-framed tassels, are they made by your hand?”

Alfstan's respect for the princess grew.

“Yes, how did you come up with that conclusion? Most passersby believed I had ‘em commissioned from the East.”

(F/n) smiled crookedly. Leaf caught a glimpse of discomfort, but it was gone in a bat of an eye.

“I… I admire your skill with molding iron.” To the untrained ear, (F/n) sounded flustered and embarrassed. To Leaf, he was certain that she was unsure of herself. “It is commendable, how you smith your very own weapons, that is. I know many of our soldiers come to you when their blades are chipped.”

“You’ve heard of my skills?!” Alfstan beamed proudly. “Really?!”

The princess nodded. “Y-Yes…”

It was odd. Despite her high praise, her wariness remained. She looked at the blonde man. “He had also made your new Ulfberht sword too, right? It certainly pierces much better than his old one.”

Leaf didn’t bother with a reply, Alfstan made it for him.

“Yes, Your Highness. I thought it would make for a thoughtful birthday present!”

“Speaking of presents…” The princess gazed down, analyzing the items he sold once more. “What do you recommend as a gift for someone important?”

If Alfstan was elated by her earlier compliments, he could practically jump over the moon at her newest proposition.

“Oh? OH?!?”

Leaf gave (F/n) a strict yet gentle glare.

“Your Highness…”

“I still won’t let it slide!” (F/n) huffed. “I couldn’t possibly be satisfied with just new sets of armor. Alfstan, by my order, suggest a pleasant gift for the stubborn knight beside me.”

“On it!”

Without delay, the two bent down to select the ideal accessory for the man who vehemently refused. Alfstan was the only one touching the gems and (F/n) refrained from doing so. Tiny flecks of gold and iron infused the tassels, but she feared she would handle the stones carelessly.

Leaf palmed his face with one hand as the two chattered. Still, despite Leaf’s disapproving looks, he finds (F/n)’s enthusiasm to make him happy a wonderful notion in itself. To think that (F/n) would continue to insist on a present for a birthday that had since passed… She was more stubborn than he was.

“So troublesome…” He muttered with a soft smile. “I see no point in this, Princess (F/n). Serving you is a miracle enough itself—”

“Halt! Speak no more, Sir Leaf!” (F/n) exclaimed. “There! That one, Alfstan— that gem resembles his eyes, does it not?!”

“You have great tastes, Princess (F/n)!” Alfstan nodded eagerly like a motivated student. “That does look like his shade of blue— and so quick to find it among the pile, too! Are you sure you’re not some sort of custodian of natural treasures?”

Princess (F/n)’s awkward and stifled laughter can be heard again.

“What? Haha, what nonsense.” She shook her head. “Everyone calls me Princess (F/n), any other name would surely sound terrifying and mismatched.”

A nonanswer, but that made the conversation more humorous.

“Here you go!”

Alfstan reached his hand out with the tassel. (F/n) stared at him, silent and unsure. He blinked and snapped his fingers.

“Oh, right, you need a box— my deepest apologies, I was too caught up in the moment!”

The princess sighed in relief.

Leaf crossed his arms. “You’re doing well for your first time setting up a stall, Alfstan.”

“This isn’t my first and you know it, Sir!”

(F/n) laughed.

The merchant wrapped the gift she brought with care. The hush looms large around them as the merchant boastfully goes about his business, his tone comforting to her ears. The Princess walks over to the gift box once the merchant has finished. She can't help but smile because she can feel the tassel inside.

“Not exactly a surprise since Sir Leaf is here, but the packaging adds some charm, right?” Alfstan asked.

The princess couldn’t hold back a smile as she looked at the knight behind her.

“I think most of the charm comes from the person who’ll receive it,” (F/n) chuckled.

“Don’t you think so, Leaf?”

She wouldn’t know. And she’d never know a lot of things.

She never got the chance to ask her most precious knight if he liked that gift.

And she never will. No matter how many days, months, years, centuries— eons Leaf would wait, he would never hear the princess ask that same question again after this.

It would not matter if he was a judge, a prince, a knight, or a mere animal— it did not matter how many sweet new styles he would take. In the end, his arms will always be empty. Everything was pre-ordained. Dying in his arms, whether it’s slow and painful or mercilessly quick— will remain as the last line. He will always hold on to your corpse, warmth draining.

This was your fate, (F/n)— no, (Y/n) (L/n).

This was just the first of many branches of the Irminsul. The first of its many reiterations, possibilities, or better yet, alternate tales or "universal resets".

Princess "(F/n)" coughed, wetting the side of her lips.

"I haven't been able to p-personally attach that tassel on your s-sword, b-but… but I can spare you enough seconds to fly away…"

"Don't make haste!" Leaf gritted his teeth as he applied some pressure down her stomach. "This is not your decision to make!"

She didn't reply to his desperation, but she silently disagreed.

In her palm was the tassel, out of its box. The blue threads darkened with the taints of her blood. The metallic scent was nauseating. It weaved in a disorganized fashion around her fingers.

What a beautiful and tragic loom of fate, to love someone you were bound to hold with ruin.

It would’ve hurt less if it weren’t in his colors too.

"This marks the worst day of my life," the “princess” smiled, tucking the stray hair behind Leaf's face. "And even if given the opportunity, I wouldn't dare c-change not even a minute detail about it."

As if she— as if you— have the power to change destiny.

You're not a descender.

You're just a pawn.

That's when Leaf realized how fragile life ultimately was. With the curse undoing itself, he recalled and reflected on his animal days. He understood the Divine Dragon's intense frustration over a lowly duckling's will to perish. The curse of becoming human meant knowing the greed men had, but also the beauty of their kindness.

His small bird heart was not meant for this much sorrow. His life was meant to be simple. To learn that he was not a duck, but a swan.

How was he supposed to cope that the woman he had sworn to protect was not human, but a fae?

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the king would sooner disclaim his paternity than allow the crown princess (F/n) to truly lead— but they never had any real reason to support the king for this. The princess’s words were always more kind and ponderous than that of her supposed father’s. They thought him mad. They thought him deplorable. They thought him old and senile.

But he would not be king if he were not sharp.

Why, oh why, would the princess make great efforts to constantly hide her ears? Why would the princess utter roundabout ways in speaking her “own” name? Most of all, why would the princess fear the touch of iron?

There was a simple answer: she was not the princess, but a liar.

And yet, Leaf was the sole person who did not care, for he thought himself as the worst sinner or “quack” in comparison.

The kingdom won't learn the full truth for some time after this, but the fae made a bargain with the real princess. The real princess would elope with a farm boy and, in return, the fae would take her name. The trade was not malevolent. The two women were secret friends since childhood and neither wished the other harm.

But the townsfolks had little patience. They would sooner throw pebbles and stones than kneel for a false princess.

The moral of the story, like most Brothers Grimm’s fairy tales, was simple: virtue will be rewarded, iniquity will be punished. The storytellers do not care beyond that, no matter how dark it sounds to the children who will hear it. The fae lied, therefore the kingdom shall rightfully punish her.

They better thank the dragon they oh-so admire that the court fae did not think themselves evil. They better sleep soundly, knowing that they have slaughtered a well-intentioned guardian.

For he will not and never will.

Not even with a change of title, name, and universe. Whether the land he walked on was called Gaciea, Fodlan, Belobog, the Continental, or Teyvat— what the world steals from him, he promised to take back.

There the two were, back to where it started. The same forest and patch of land where the bear had attacked her. Fate had a funny way of telling tales. Leaf can only scoff at how unimaginative it could be, sometimes.

Why couldn’t fate think of more comfortable deathbeds for the one he loved?

"You cannot allow this! I cannot allow this!" The knight gritted his teeth. "You will not die— you cannot die. You and I have a promise… You cannot break that one promise!!!”

“(F/n)” grinned.

The look in her eyes disturbed him.

She knew. It is finished. She knew that it was the last page of the book. Just living in these immortalized pages for the fae was well worth the want she had wanted.

“Consummatum est.”

Consummatum est….

Leaf gasped shakily.

“Did my life… even have meaning to you as well?”

Her expression was enough to tell him the words “who knows?” She surely did not. Her mind was buzzing and her thoughts were fizzling out. No one knows anymore. Maybe the Divine Dragon would but he would not accept any offering or prayers for these two heretics.

This is fine… He’ll forget his tears soon, surely…

He’s only a sword at her side… She never asked him to be anything more…

He should be okay, once she’s gone…

She grinned, lifelessly tracing her thumb across his cheeks. The curse is undone. The loom of fate was slowly disintegrating. Soon enough, he shall return to his original form. That of an animal. That of an ugly duckling. That of a swan who will forget his human memories.

It is finished.

On the book’s final page, there is only ever a fae’s corpse and an elegant bird watching over them. With its wings clipped back, curiously watching the light leave their eyes, he will return to the nearby riverbanks and forget what had happened. As retribution for stealing another’s identity, there will be no one left to remember who she truly was.

And that was all there was to it.

With the fae banished, the Kingdom of Gaciea lived happily ever after. THE END.

Dainsleif closed the book and lovingly looked at the “person” beside him in bed. He stroked the “person”’s light brown hair— its color reminiscent of the bear he had slain in his first life. It’s a shame he had to reunite with you in this condition. But it’s not like he would stop loving you. He doesn’t care if you’re a fae, a sinner—

Or a hilichurl.

He scooted closer beside you.

"So, does the story ring any bells, my beloved?"

Zhongli, upon recalling what happened and the curse he had inflicted on both of you to fulfill some children’s fairy tale, sought the “ugly duckling” and the “false princess”. Retired as he is, he cannot undo the fate you must play nor terminate his contract with Celestia. For consolation, he merely offered the Khaenri’ahn a teapot. Unlike the Chasm, the teapot was forever peaceful and serene. The brightness of lumenstone ores was not as comforting as the adeptal light that peeks through the drapes. This is your current place of residence. Whether you liked it or not.

"To think Nicole would entail the story of our past life." He laughed softly. "And these names... Hah... Are those the best she could conjure up to bypass possible erasure…? I suppose I should still thank her for her best efforts. I can see how challenging it would be to document our story, given how we lived through so many resets."

There’s a slice of cake paired with wooden utensils on the nightstand. If your mind had not deteriorated, you might’ve assumed they were gifts from the aforementioned Nicole and the Geo Archon. Unfortunately, forming a coherent thought required a mental fortitude akin to iron. You currently do not have such willpower.

“Alfstan— no… Halfdan was right. There will come a time that he’d protect you from harm and not I…” Dainsleif mumbled defeatedly, his eyes burning with tears he couldn’t let out. Far too tired to dwell on it. “He must’ve forgotten his old jests in his previous life because as far as he’s concerned, he’s simply doing his duty as a Black Serpent Knight…”

He pecked your forehead, closing his eyes.

"Did you remember, my beloved? Vacation may not have any business being in my vocabulary but it is my birthday today…" Dainsleif leaned his forehead against the cold stone that covered your face. "I know you— do not feel guilty over your lack of gifts. It is not as if I bothered to count my age since the cataclysm. I didn't want to celebrate this occasion for the past five centuries. Not when you weren't at my side..."

The blonde man turned his gaze to the floor.

How many times will he have to “reincarnate” just to see a happy ending for the both of you?

"Happy birthday… to me…" He sang weakly. "Happy birthday to me…"

The man— the former sentimental judge— the former tyrant prince— the former "ugly duckling"— and now the current bough keeper, observer of fate in this new fairy tale, trembled…

“Happy birthday, happy birthday…”

… And sobbed.

You, in your ungreedy husk of a body, tilted your head in innocence. Pain coursed through every nerve now that the Abyss Order’s cleansing equipment broke. The man before you was no different from the shadows you fought and hid from that would terrorize the dark and cold places in the Chasm you’ve instinctively called home. But somewhere deep down, you carried a complex weight that hilichurls wouldn’t normally have.

That weight was a human emotion dubbed as "pity."

You pitied the shadow that loomed and embraced you.

And your lone reluctant arm that wrapped around him was enough to make him fully break down.

His throat constricted as he cried into your inhuman shoulders. Your scent was like that of a wet duckling, and he preferred that over the blood that disgraced your form several "fairy tales" ago. Dainsleif caressed the golden band on his finger. It was the most important ring between the two that Pari Zurvan found him clutching whilst unconscious in the wilderness.

At the very least, you were safe.

And you being alive today was a good enough present for him.

You tilted your head down, feeling his warmth one last time while Dainsleif took a deep breath, singing with more air than a proper tune.

Though it was barely discernible, he could just about make out the words you muttered a phrase from the old language of Khaenri'ah. Or at least, he deluded himself that that was the case. In his catatonic mind, you spoke the words:

Happy birthday, my beloved.

"H-Happy birthday to me…"

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ingravinoveritas · 11 months ago

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Have you seen this? I head "Michael got excited about being connected through matching bracelets" and immediately thought that you're going to have some thoughts.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQE7KSk/

Oh my god. No, I hadn't seen this video until now, but thank you SO much for sending it to me! I'll post a clip of the most pertinent part about what Michael said below, but I urge folks to check out the whole thing on Tiktok, as this is the woman who made the bracelets we saw David wearing at the Proud Nerd Con last weekend:

My first immediate reaction after seeing/hearing this was utter disbelief and delight, coupled with a complete lack of surprise because...Michael. If there is anyone who could channel "15-year-old girl during the last week of summer camp" energy, it is Michael. It's also terribly bittersweet and yet somehow fitting knowing that we're nearing the end of Michael's time in London--which I think we can now refer to as Shennant Summer, at least in Australia, though the last six months were technically the winter here.

(My second thought was that I feel like we're a hell of a lot closer than ever before to my imaginings of Michael and David getting complementing tattoos somehow manifesting into reality...)

But...my god. I don't think any of us could picture Michael and David not being connected in some way, even if/when they're not in the same city, and yet the thought of Michael wanting to have some tangible reminder of David with him always is doing things to my heart that may necessitate the use of defibrillators. I feel like this is some kind of reverse Parent Trap situation where Michael is going to "accidentally" pack one of the Tennant kids in his suitcase, which will mean David will have to go to Wales to collect his wayward offspring, and then the next thing you know they're on a yacht drinking Champagne while "I Love You (For Sentimental Reasons)" plays in the background.

I think what is so incredible to me is that we know how soft (in the best way possible) Michael is, but to know that he's specifically gotten that way over David--that he holds David in that deep heart space--is achingly beautiful. I know a lot of folks will say that this is giving all of the "friendship bracelet" and "besties" vibes, but I really don't think it's much of a stretch to think that it could be something more. Everything about this just feels so romantic at this point that, in my opinion, it would seem almost ludicrous to not consider it a possibility. Because right now, neither Michael nor David appear to be holding back, and I'm so here for it.

Thank you again so much for sending this my way. I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks, so please feel free to add your thoughts in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x

#weirdandtired #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #proud nerd con 2024 #Michael is about as subtle as a drunken llama on roller skates #at this point the subtext might as well be a billboard #i am hard-pressed to think of any other male 'BFFs' who have matching bracelets #i'm just saying #there is no heterosexual explanation for this #high profile friendship #low profile lovers #they are perfect together your honor #ineffable lovers #discourse

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atiny-for-life · 11 months ago

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Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - BONUS

Masterlist

WORK

Based on the GOLDEN HOUR Intro which was released prior to the first teasers and is all about Atiny and Ateez's journey thus far, plus the lack of storyline queues in the music video itself, I believe this is one of those instances where the MV simply falls outside the storyline, much like Turbulence and The Real

I believe this time, it's because they were invited to Coachella and simply didn't have as much time to prepare for the album and get access to the sets they'd need to tell the story visually the way they wanted to which is something I talked about more here

However, let's still dive in and dig up some easter eggs and other fun little moments strewn throughout the video so we can appreciate it better!

Kicking things off is "maknae on top" Jongho buried in the dirt, playing the flute (which sounds like a clarinet) while the others stand around him, four out of seven holding spades and shovels

And it's not just that they felt justified in burying him with extra holes for his hands so he could play the flute, they also felt the need to do it right outside a motel in the middle of the desert

Giving the meaning of this album, this starting from a dirt-hole in the dessert setting could be a reference to Pirate King and Treasure which were both shot in the dessert way back when

If that's the case, it'd also make the red car more meaningful since Yunho also had one during Wave

From here, we move on to a roadside diner/shack situation where our boys are working the counter, preparing counterfeit money burgers

Inside, we can see a bunch of Ateez's awards (bragging rights), including a MAMA award, the Billboard #1 plaque and more, with TYUdeongi and Mito (the two little plushs) front and center

Next up, we've got Seonghwa rolling into town on an ostrich, carrying the flags of some of the countries they visited during last year's world tour while Yunho, San, and Yeosang are counting their money and drinking around a table outside the motel

The next clips show us Yunho reading a burning newspaper with the headline proclaiming something along the lines of "Anonymous Philanthropists Change [...]", likely referencing all the money they've been handing out at their diner

The scene is accompanied by the lyrics "Breaking News popping up no matter where I go" which is very reminiscent of 'Matz'

Wooyoung's vibing outside with a Mariachi band and Flamenco dancers (don't ask me why... I guess they're having a Latin American phase right now - let's see if they end up fluent in Spanish or Portuguese some time soon)

Up in the mountains, we've got them mining for gold far away from any visible mining shafts, and singing about geese laying golden eggs in Spanish (giving Aesop's Fable), followed by a line about building towers 24/7 in Korean (giving Billionaires' Row in Manhattan) before San eats the gold nugget he'd been holding (the effects of eating gold are not well studied, please do not attempt at home)

Next, we've got Yeosang cutting out counterfeit money with a large pair of scissors (we're already struggling with inflation, put those scissors down) while singing about being an introvert

He's in the same office Yunho was in earlier when he was reading the burning newspaper (I'm glad the place didn't burn down)

Moving on, we've got Mingi in the parking lot dressed very Willy Wonka-esque (Gene Wilder version)

He's sporting two pins on his coat - one which looks like a painter's palette and the other looking like a cross, somewhat reminiscent of the Maltese Cross (shoutout to Malta, I feel like no one ever talks about you) or the Iron Cross (popular in early 20th century Prussia)

Everyone's partying, it's raining counterfeit money, we've got car hydraulics in the back (it's been 70 years, I didn't think these were still popular) and our Flamenco dancers are back before we cut to Jongho in his hole, and back to Seonghwa on his ostrich which is now joined by some very talented, head bobbing, CGI chickens

Moving on, we find Hongjoong dancing in another parking lot, surrounded by his members and some strangers on golden bikes, all wearing sunglasses

In the lyrics, he's referencing The Real which strongly matches the vibe they're going for in this sequence, both in terms of costumes and with the general setting

Within the same rap verse, we also see Hongjoong in first parking lot where Wonka-Mingi was kicking off the party earlier

Here, he's dancing with two kids in costume (a chicken and a wrestler), while looking super delighted, just all around happy to be here, much like the guy on the bike we can see in the back (it's very wholesome)

We briefly cut away to a shot of a lone massive golden egg stranded on a deserted hill surrounded by some dry shrubs. Keep it in mind. We'll come back to it later.

Back in the office, Yeosang's happy with his robot chicken (Brian) which seems to be capable of laying golden eggs, going by the tall stack of them presented on his desk

While Yeosang's hogging the office, Yunho's off in some basement, taking the term "money laundering" far too literally as he pulls a stack of bills from a washing machine

Seonghwa, once again on his ostrich, now enters a gas station where Wooyoung fills up the bird by inputting a fuel pump in its side. We can now definitively confirm that this alternate universe is weird as hell.

Moving on to a miniature city, we've got our two main rappers attacking a money-monster with some ray guns ( because, on this ship, we're anti-capitalism)

They're wearing fur coats to match the lyrics, which may also be a throwback to Say My Name

Returning to the diner, we've got Jongho building a money burger abomination with some added CDs because, clearly, that's his favorite breakfast

And over in the kitchen, we've got head chef Hongjoong cooking up some hellfire concoction which is literally on fire but he doesn't care - he's still just making a noot-noot face and giving us a straightforward reference to Bouncy by cutting in some more green chili peppers

Honorable mention to Mingi's GTA reference

From there, we get some shots of Ateez gathered around the camera (Don't Stop End Credits style), a short scene of Seonghwa in the hydraulic car, many people's favorite clip of half-topless San twisting a valve or something near some desert oil rigs, and more, before we finally move on to Jongho in front of a food truck

The truck seems to go hand-in-hand with Ateez's roadside dinner since it also offers their famed money burgers

Next, we've got Yunho and Yeosang carefully watching an extra large golden egg in their office

After a few more super quick scenes flash by, it begins to crack before we return to the lone massive golden egg in the desert we saw earlier which now busts open and out pops Seonghwa

There are some Korean folktales about men being born from eggs, all of them rulers which were used to keep the myth alive that kings were picked by a higher power, not born the conventional way - I assume that's what's being referenced here

#ateez #ateez lore #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #golden hour part 1

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butterflydm · 1 month ago

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thoughts on wot s3 after having seen 3x01

Okay, now that (some of us) have seen episode 1, there's some stuff that we can knock out of the trailer. Quite a lot, actually. So I want to see what's left, and maybe do some speculation to see if the first episode was able to give me a good sense of the vibe and flow of the season or not. This will contain some spoilers for 3x01 as well as for the s3 spoilers that we already know from interviews and such, and vague book spoilers through the fires of heaven (I have not combed over the recent imdb character additions, so there may be info that 'we' know that I don't know yet lol):

What can we remove from the teaser trailer and the trailer?

First, for the teaser trailer:

The cold open fight is all done. Egwene's Accepted Test is done. Rand destroying the mirror-selves is done. Mat with the cuts on his neck is done. All of that is in 3x01.

Second, for the longer trailer:

A lot of this trailer is actually stuff from the cold open or from 3x01. We have the fight, the boys hanging out together, Lan's conversation with Nynaeve, Egwene's Accepted Test, etc.

What do we still have?

From the teaser...

Prettied-up 'Rand' is going to be 3x04. It's one of Rand's ancestors' lives. We also get a shot way later of Josha as Janduin, finding Tigraine's body.

Liandrin taking down a veil, the Black Ajah with her: When they establish themselves in Tanchico, could be any point but I'm going to guess 3x05 since the show shoots in blocks and Tanchico was likely shot during blocks 3&4.

Elayne trying on the Rose Crown: I'm guessing 3x02 during a conversation with her mother (and maybe also Siuan). Galad's sparring match with Gawyn is accounted for -- 3x02, almost certainly.

Liandrin and Lanfear talking (in TAR) in the (untouched) Hall of the Tower: could be anytime 3x02 and onward! Definitely in TAR. Might be Lanfear giving Liandrin some last instructions before we see Liandrin land in Tanchico. We might get hints of what was stolen by the Black Ajah and why. This could be Liandrin testing out some of the ter'angreal that Nyomi stole from the 13th Depository, since some of them match what we're told about the dreaming ter'angreal.

We get a lot of stuff related to Moiraine's 'thousand thousand futures' in the teaser. I'm guessing all of that will be in 3x04, and we'll mostly be catching quick glimpses as she spins through the rings.

The deaths that we see in Moiraine's visions: Rand bleeding out while she holds him dressed in Amrylin clothes (did he stab himself with his sword?); long-haired Lanfear strangling Moiraine while they're in a bed together (Moiraine looks like she's just in a slip/shift, which has a different vibe now that we've seen them conspiring together on the show); short-haired Lanfear strangling Moiraine in the middle of the desert (with Moiraine in the fancy dress); Lanfear having slit Moiraine's throat in the middle of a street; Forsaken EF5(+E) hunting down Moiraine in the Ways with Lanfear and Moggy.

So I think the Lanfear-nuzzles-Rand clip is definitely TAR (short hair) and might be part of her "let's override Egwene in your memory" campaign, because her hair is kinda wavy here and not slicked back, and it's also wavy in the 'sitting together on the Randgwene rock' scene that we glimpse.

Yeah, we get a glimpse of TAR-Lanfear a shot later and her hair is slicked back. Can't tell who she's glaring at.

We get a couple of late-season glimpses of Rand in what I'm guessing in Alcair Dal in 3x08, with Couladin next to him.

We get a glimpse of Min, probably in Tanchico. The Elayne with the head wrapping is probably also her in Tanchico.

Moghedien with Liandrin is probably Moggy poaching Liandrin from Lanfear, in Tanchico.

Siuan and Moiraine kissing in a place that looks similar-ish to the dream hut from s1 but has a lot more lighting (might just be budget upgrades). Very curious about when/how this will happen, since Moiraine & Siuan only briefly crossed paths in 3x01! It doesn't look like one of Moiraine's ring-visions, since it isn't spinning. It could be a TAR trick, Lanfear stepping into one of Moiraine's dreams, but since it seemed the same scene as the conversation that Siuan and Moiraine have in the longer trailer, that inclines me towards thinking it was real. It could be that while Lan was in the Tower getting his dad's sword, he also got the special portrait from the wall. This appears to be the same scene as Moiraine saying, "If the White Tower does not bend the knee to Rand al'Thor, he will lose the Last Battle." Maybe an appeal to Siuan via the portrait after Moiraine has gone through the rings and understands that she can't do everything herself?

We get a glimpse of Perrin & Faile kissing and- it's interesting to me that the show is not slowburning the one ship that they really could have slowburned if they wanted, since Perrin and Faile are going to spend a lot of time in the same plotline in the future. We get some glimpses of the fight in the Two Rivers against the Trollocs, from the end of the season.

I'm guessing that the determined-looking Egwene is Egwene in TAR, because of the blur on the camera.

From the long trailer...

We have the shot of captured Joiya. Wonder if the Yellow/Black Ajah Sister with her died.

Now that we know that Alanna didn't go with Perrin to the Two Rivers, I'm guessing that she followed after Siuan maybe got some intel from Joiya about all five of the ta'veren being people of interest, not only Rand, so she went there to find him and protect him. We see her finding Perrin among the apple trees, and then involved in the Two Rivers stuff later on. Don't know about the order of any of that.

Pretty sure that shot of Loial is in the Ways, so I do suspect that Perrin & co will travel to the Two Rivers via the Ways.

I am very curious about this "Lanfear and Rand in TAR while she is clearly trying to mentally fuck with his memories of Egwene" situation, where she's dressed as Selene (but with hair like Egwene currently has it, which gives me Dana flashbacks "I shouldn't have braided my hair; it makes me look too much like her" lol) but Rand is dressed as his Two Rivers version of himself. That look she gives over Rand's shoulder feels like it could be directed at Egwene.

Egwene coming across Bair in TAR - very interesting to me that this is not the impetus for her to join Rand in the Waste but something that happens after she arrives.

I'm guessing the "Do you love her?" question from Egwene to Rand happens in 3x05, after Egwene finds out "Rand's dark secret" and is potentially her watching the kiss that we just saw on the Randgwene cliff rock. This is also the first time we see Egwene dressed as a Wise One apprentice, which also seems like it might happen in 3x05.

So some thoughts on the upcoming episodes...

3x02: since Elayne's family arrives in this episode, I suspect that the White Tower is the main focus of the episode, with Rand & co 'on the road' to the Waste while Perrin & co are heading back to the Two Rivers. It looks like Egwene is still her in 'Tar Valon disguise' outfit as late as 3x05 even, so I'm wondering if her dreamwalking learning gets pushed off to later in the season than I ever guessed, since she's going to the Waste because she wants to help/protect Rand as opposed to going for her own reasons. Is 3x05 going to be her first time knowingly in TAR? (the episode is called Tel'aran'rhiod, after all)

There is so much that could potentially be happening in the White Tower in this episode -- Nynaeve, Mat, and Elayne all have potential storylines here, plus we have the political setup and the introduction of several new and important characters. Morgase, Elaida, Gawyn, Galad, and Lord Gaebril. We might get the Gray Man attack, since we did just see Moggy make a new Gray Man at the end of 3x01, or that might be happening later this season.

Mat might also go into the doorway here! We got two pieces of foreshadowing about the Finn in ep1 (actually seeing the doorway in the 13th Depository and then the boys playing snakes and foxes) and that could be followed up by Mat going into Finnland right away in the next episode, or maybe not.

We didn't get any Rand & Lanfear scenes in 3x01, which I was surprised about, so I wonder if this episode will be the first time that we see them together this season, as Lanfear reacts to the fact that Rand is not going to Tear (and also that she managed to get him to shake loose all of his friends except Egwene, who she probably MOST wanted to have him leave behind in Tar Valon).

Is Lanfear going to be annoyed at him or is she going to switch into actress mode and try to play that she's good with him making his own choices? She might even genuinely like that he's 'reaching for power' of his own accord.

We may only get brief scenes of Perrin & co traveling so that he can arrive home in the next episode.

3x03: The mention in the summary that Perrin 'learns the consequences of his rage' implies that this is the episode where we see Perrin fully arrive in the Two Rivers to learn that Whitecloaks are all over the place. Is Fain already there, or does he arrive later? Does he have the dagger? Many such questions.

Joiya is questioned either here or in 3x02, and Siuan assigns the task of searching out the Black Ajah to Nynaeve and Elayne. If Elayne is going to go through the Arches, then I think it would happen here. We may or may not catch a glimpse of her time in there if she does, but if we do, it'll probably be as quick as Egwene's visit.

At some point, Alanna and Maksim head off to the Two Rivers, perhaps with the explicit purpose of protecting Perrin, as a ta'veren. I think the latest they could be arriving there would be 3x05, because I think the woman doing the weaves to create fog in the trailer is Alanna, and I think that would be part of the 'daring rescue' that Perrin stages in 3x05.

3x03 also seems like a likely time/place to meet Faile, who I think will already be in the Two Rivers as a Hunter of the Horn, perhaps thinking it's hidden in the Mountains of Mist and, since the Two Rivers is remote, she wouldn't have heard any rumors of it being used in Falme (or if they want to hold off on her, she could be one of the people rescued in Perrin's 'daring rescue' in 3x05, but that would give them even less time to get to know each other before kissing happens).

3x04: Rhuidean! We get all of Moiraine's thousand-thousand futures and we get the columns.

We heard from Rosamund in an interview that Josha will be playing seven total characters in 3x04. We know that one of them is Janduin, because that's in the trailer. Rand probably counts as another one, so that leaves five. From the book we have: Mandein (present at the founding of Rhuidean); Rhodric (crossing over the Dragonwall into the Aiel Waste); Jeordram (he witnesses the first Maiden of the Spear); Lewin (when the Aiel first picked up weapons and killed others); Adan (the splitting off of the Tuatha'an from the Aiel, as they go in search of the song); Jonai (having a conversation with Ogier about the state of the world - and then earlier, during the Breaking of the World, getting the objects from the remaining Aes Sedai, who are using the angreal as an excuse to save the Aiel), Coumin (in the middle of the War of Power - I think he's probably the Josha we see in the field with the goatee), Charn (who served Lanfear when she was still Mierin and is probably our super-fancy Josha shot)

So I think I'll guess our seven are: Rand, Janduin, Mandien, one of Jeordram/Lewin/Adan, Jonai, Coumin, and Charn.

Combining "a man picks up a spear" and "a woman picks up a spear" alongside "the Tuatha'an split off from the Aiel" feels like it's the combo that makes the most sense. You can make that all the same triggering event instead of three separate ones.

3x05: Egwene does dream training. People arrive in Tanchico for third and fourth shooting blocks. Perrin does a daring rescue.

So if Randgwene did not break up in 3x02, then this seems the next most likely spot, since this is probably when the "Do you love her?" confrontation happens. My theory on Rand's feelings, based on what we saw in 3x01, is that he's separated what he felt for Selene from what he feels for Lanfear but that when he sees Mierin in the Rhuidean flashback, it might make him wonder if Selene was actually more real than he's been believing that she was, and that Selene | Mierin in still there inside Lanfear (the way that Lanfear keeps being convinced that she can draw Lews Therin out of him), and so Rand is conflicted because he wonders if- well, he was blamed (by the Forsaken and kinda by Moiraine) for Lanfear & Ishy going over to the Shadow and he might wonder if they were right. If he hadn't broken up with Mierin, would that have meant that she never would have become Lanfear? And since Rand has not had any memories of Ilyena through this point, he doesn't have any compare/contrast between those two relationships.

I personally would prefer a 3x02 breakup and this is more about "a Forsaken, Rand, really?" sort of thing, but I understand television's need for Relationship Drama, so I will not be surprised if Randgwene manages to linger through to 3x05. Especially since it kinda seems like 3x05 might be when Egwene officially becomes a WO apprentice, since she's still wearing her black outfit from Tar Valon in the still we got for 3x05.

3x06: my guess for the main events for this episode -- Moggy compels Nynaeve. We'll run into Thom at some point. Right now, Elayne & Nynaeve don't have any way to dreamwalk, which they were able to do with ter'angreal at this point in the book so... idk what is going to happen with those specific plotlines. Maybe we'll get a version of "Mat saving the girls in the Stone of Tear" moment adapted for Tanchico?

I was originally speculating that we would meet the Seanchan here too, since they are in the book, but I have heard there's no sign of Seanchan characters in what we've learned so far, so the show may be letting the Seanchan stay on the back burner for now, with them only lingering in Egwene's PTSD over her time with them.

And in Rand's side of things, I think we'll get the attack on Cold Rocks Hold -- organized by Sammael as a "fuck you" to Lanfear for trying to talk him into not killing the Dragon. This is when we'll see Aviendha creating a spear of fire (from the teaser) as she fights Shadowspawn and is still instinctively a Maiden in her heart. In the books, Rand and Aviendha have a Moment during the attack on Cold Rocks Hold (Mat notices it in his PoV and is annoyed when they run towards each other and then don't touch and just stare at each other) which we might get, especially since it's an almost-moment.

3x07: It sounds like this is going to be big for Perrin. It's "Goldeneyes". It might be the battle for the Two Rivers, or it might be the lead-up to the battle, with the main action scenes saved for the finale.

3x08: Rand's finale at Alcair Dal. We might also get the coup here, to mirror the start of the season. And Moiraine and Lanfear's big confrontation that has been building all season (I'm guessing that Moiraine is going to have an emotional turnaround after going through the rings, and regret working with Lanfear). Lanfear wants Rand to be the Boss Babe of all he surveys (with her by his side), so I think it would still be Asmodean who would put the dragons on Couladin's arms. Or maybe Sammael, if we want to hold Asmodean's storyline for s4, though that would change quite a few things.

I feel like the culmination of the Tanchico storyline also fits best in the finale, so I lean towards Perrin's storyline finishing up in 3x07, but of course that's all far enough off that my feelings may change as we work our way through the season.

I really love the speculation that Mat might go into a doorway in Tanchico and then get yeeted back into Rand's plotline but I am not letting myself get attached to it lol (there's always fanfic!). Mat could just as easily go into a doorway in Tanchico and then come right back out in Tanchico.

Either way, I do feel like having Elayne, Nynaeve, and Mat join Rand's plotline in s4 (if we should get it) makes the most sense narratively and to... you know, actually let Randlayne get started on developing a romance (though the show has shown that it is willing to do an immediate jumpstart on relationships a la Jordan, I personally would prefer they get screentime developing the relationship first).

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot s3 spoilers #wheel of time s3 spoilers #wot 3x01 spoilers #wot speculation #wot s3 speculation #wot book spoilers #the fires of heaven #my final overall speculation before the season begins!#the wheel of time

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viktorpartner · 8 months ago

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✨ THE DAN AND PHIL LORE pt. 2✨

CHECK OUT PART 1: https://www.tumblr.com/ashleyeveerson/760695134744723456/the-dan-and-phil-lore-pp?source=share

Oh sweet 2015... A trip to Japan, which is dubed by DANIEL HOWELL HIMSELF as Japhan, leads to a fan theory in which Dan and Phil supposedly got married there which they talked about in a recent video i can't believe this is real. IN OTHER NEWS: The Amazing Book is Not on Fire is published and Dan and Phil go in their first tour ever!!! TATINOF is just ICONIC, just treat yourself and watch the musical number "The internet is here" THEY. TAP. DANCE.

The boys are touring worldwide which gives us very cute pictures of them holding koalas (awww). They also attend the Bronca in which they win EVERY PRIZE TOGETHER except "streamer of the year" which Phil won only to beckon Dan to get onstage so they could share it (THEY MAKE ME SICK). The iconic clip "Can Phil express an opinion?" is also born and Dan blesses our ears by dropping the rap of the century: ROAST YOURSELF CHALLENGE a month without uploading he comes back with a tag THAT NO ONE EVEN TAGED HIM ON

Things are changingggg... Dan ditches the "Dan is not on fire" name and brand of his channel to reflect the changes in his content. He then uploads "Dan and Depression", in which he opens up for the first time about his struggles with mental health (it's a great fucking video go watch it).

Phannies and Phil himself rejoice when Dan decides to embrace the hobbit hair and ditch the straightners (RIP the fringe). And as part of april fool's day a strange video named "Dan and Phil crafts" is uploaded to YT (idk what to say go watch it yourselves). THEY ALSO MOVED TO PHLAT 3 ON LONDON [which we would later discover were 2 separate flats; one to live in and one to record in] (some fans theorized about it before they confirmed idk ya'll scare me)

In 2018 they embark on their second tour "INTERACTIVE INTROVERTS" but the vibes in the channel all lead to the end of an era... Phil ditches the fringe (RIP), the final video of Dan vs Phil is recorded and the LAST AND 10th TATINOF gets uploaded. Now... the nostalgic vibes of this video, the love they have for their fans, the recreation of the first picture they ever took... YEAH THIS ONE ALWAYS MAKES ME SOB -- we enter the INDEFINITE HIATUS --

LOOK AT THEM :( something, something about despite everything, it's still you...

now we enter.... THE DARK AGES. Dan basically disappears from the internet while Phil keeps on uploading on his solo channel with no mention of him. So after everything, WHAT HAPPENED TO PHAN? DID WE GO TOO FAR AS A FANDOM? ARE WE THE BAD GUYS? Let's take a trip down Phandom history, shall we?

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So in the peak years of Dan and Phil uploading a VERY LARGE group had appeared on Tumblr which was soley focused on so called "EVIDENCE" of Phan being canon. Now... the problem being that using the term CANON with real people is problematic to say the least. The relationship speculation that had thrived on fictional tv shows such as Merlin, Supernatural or Sherlock was now being IMPOSED upon two very real people. NOT fictional characters, just two blokes with feelings and a right to privacy.

SO WHO GOT IT RIGHT?? was it the crazy theorists, did Dan and Phil share the sonic underwear, clothes and a bed? Or was it all a lie? A bad rumour? A comercial decision to get more money from the phans? well WHICH IS IT?

WHAT IS THE TRUTH? WE. WANT. ANSWERS.

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YIKES! Turns out that there is no answer, because we as fans ARE NOT ENTITLED TO THE PRIVACY OF OUR IDOLS. We only deserve as much as Dan and Phil are comfortable and willing to share about their lives with us... Oh and Dan? He has something BIG to share

Yeah so, words can even begin to explain how much this video meant to myself and may others... For me it was the first video I ever saw of someone actually coming out on camera, it was a beacon of light, a promise that things CAN eventually get better and a very brave fucking thing for Dan to do. He gave hope to thousands of young people who were just as lost as he had once been, he became the representation he so desperately needed when he was just a depressed kid. Just, go watch it. It's wonderful, it's a masterpiece, it's funny and heartbreaking in equal parts and above all... it's SO authentically Dan.

So where does that lead us... Let's dissect the popularity of Phan shall we? A LOT OF FANS WERE JUST FETISHISING MEN FOR NO REASON, TRUE. But a lot of them were also queer and exploring their sexuality through the safety of a m/m pairing. Since historically most yuri was catered around men and hetero romance tended to objectify women, slash paring became a way for a lot of girls to explore sex and love. That is, within the safety of removing themselves completely from the pairing. Go read this article if you wanna know more about women's fascination with slash media: https://www.refinery29.com/en-gb/why-women-love-slashfic

SO SURPRISE, WE ALL TURNED OUT TO BE QUEER!!! Like ofc there was a toxic side of it, but there were also a lot of queer kids who desperately searched for public figures they could relate to.

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Now a couple of edits before returning to the Phan timeline bc these slides turned out to be WAY heavier than intended: Look at my boy Dan look at him!!! Look at him showing those grippers, feeding a deer, going proudly to his first Gay Parade!!!

PHIL LESTER MY BELOVED... dan I can and will fight you on the title of Phil's num 1 trash he'd probably win who am i kidding he's so in love with this man istg

PART 3 RIGHT HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/ashleyeveerson/760714622028349440/the-dan-and-phil-lore-pt-2?source=share

#i am so very normal about them #happy tit btw #i'm going insane #get this british twinks to pay my therapy bills thanks #dan and phil #dan and phil games #phil lester #dan howell #dnp #dnptit #daniel howell

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mavrintarou · 2 years ago

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Wipe Your Eyes [7- end]

Thank you for your patience and support, and thank you for hanging on to this ship. Here is the last part of Wipe Your Eyes, I hope you all enjoy.

Warning: heart warming fluff and some steamy pregnancy sex

Sixth part

Y/n watched in silence as Kiyoomi folded and hung the newly washed baby outfits their baby boy received during the baby shower. Kiyoomi insists on taking charge of it, leaving her to sit idly in the comfortable glider watching while rubbing her belly.

At almost eight months, they were both as ready as they could be for the arrival of their little one.

Y/n observed her husband and noticed how his curls had grown past his ears and spiraled in various directions, giving him a captivating rockstar vibe. Kiyoomi had always been incredibly handsome and sexy in her eyes, but something about him lately made her adore her husband more than ever.

A few weeks ago, she had walked past him in the living room, engrossed in the second book of Dad’s Guide to Pregnancy. Y/n suddenly halted in her tracks, eyes narrowed as she noticed something different about him; when she discovered it, her eyes widened. “When did… you get glasses?”

“I went to the eye doctor the other day, and they said my vision has slightly changed and prescribed me some glasses.”

Y/n’s heart pounded against her chest, feeling her teenage crush fantasy come true seeing Kiyoomi wearing black square-rim glasses that added an extra touch of sophistication to his already captivating presence. His curls add an extra touch to his new glasses.

She blamed the pregnancy hormones that made her pounce on him.

Kiyoomi chuckled, after he read in the book that a pregnant woman’s libido increases during pregnancy, he was prepared and ready to serve. He found her most adorable when she needed him but was too embarrassed to ask but he picked up on her cues. She would look at him with a longing gaze and blush profusely as if she just had a naughty image of him in her mind.

He patted his thigh, setting his book aside, “come here.” With just a month remaining until their little one arrived, Kiyoomi found her lovely waddling over. She used to be shy sitting on his lap but now, she would climb and straddle his lap.

His hand rubbed her bulging belly and immediately he felt a movement from within. Kiyoomi’s excitement is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress; it has evolved into a daily ritual for him to tenderly stroke and converse with his unborn child, both in the morning and at night. The sheer joy and anticipation coursing through him were poised to overflow as the countdown to their due date drew nearer.

Kiyoomi slid his hands underneath her shirt and pulled it off. Y/n had become self-conscious of the stretch marks and discolored skin of her belly but he was always assuring to kiss those thoughts away. His fingers quickly unclasped the clips of her bra, freeing her engorged breasts that had been showing signs of leaking.

He tugged his shirt off, tossing it along with her clothing, he absolutely loved being skin to skin, having her belly pressed against his front side.

“I need you now, Omi,” she whispered breathlessly and needy, rocking her hips against his growing bulge. She didn’t like how she would have random spurts of moments where she was horny and needed him right there and then.

“Yes, love,” he cooed, shifting her onto her back on the couch. They have been friskier lately, Kiyoomi has been making love to her almost anywhere and everywhere. In the shower, in the kitchen, and in the bathroom. Once, they almost made love in his car until they were interrupted by the car beside them.

Kiyoomi tugs off her bottom sleepwear pants, dropping them on the ground. His fingers grazed her soaked folds and groaned, “you’re so wet already…”

“For you, just for you,” she murmured, “please…” she widened her legs.

His fingers slipped easily inside of her and curled against her tight walls before he pumps them in and out of her pussy. “You’re becoming greedy, three fingers aren’t enough for you now.” His thumb pressed and circled her clit. Her walls soon squeezed his three fingers and he chuckled, he wants her pussy to squeeze his cock instead.

His joggers are tugged low enough to free his cock before he gripped one of her legs and aligned himself and thrust inside. His hips rocked slowly, intentionally driving her mad until she begged him.

“Faster, Omi… faster.”

Kiyoomi enjoyed having the upper hand at the moment since she was limited to positions with her large belly. The doctor suggested only positions that would not strain her or the baby, which meant that he could only make love to his wife from behind or on her back. Recently, Y/n has been complaining about being on her back so he has been finding ways to satisfy her from behind. She was so sensitive that even a shift of angle or lifting one leg had her trembling at his mercy. His hand caressed her belly, a sense of pride surging through him as he recalled the last ultrasound appointment, the nurse announced their baby was most likely going to be tall when they did a quick estimate of his size.

He slipped his cock out and tugged her upright, “turn around and hold onto the couch then.” He shifted behind her and slipped himself back inside of her. He fastened his thrusts, pounding into her with more speed and depth.

“Omi,” Y/n moaned his name repeatedly, “I’m – I’m so close….”

“Wait for me,” he whispered hoarsely. He hovers over her, rutting into her as he reaches to grope her breasts, tweaking her perky nipples. “Wait for me,” he repeated again.

“Omi – Omi… oh Omi,” she chanted as her orgasm erupted.

Kiyoomi thrust one final time, jerking with each spurt of his ejaculation. He pulled out and reached for a napkin to catch the spilled seed. After wiping her down, she collapsed against the couch. He hovered over her before kissing her, “are you satisfied, Mrs. Sakusa?”

She cupped his face, kissing him a little bit longer. “Are you?” she reached and wrapped her hand around his semi-hard cock. At her touch, he felt a jolt within him, and his cock began to harden. “Are you satisfied, Mr. Sakusa?” Her eyes linger on him and she smiles, “I love the glasses on you.”

Kiyoomi continued to go to therapy until it was appropriate for the both of them to go to one session. Dr. Kitagowa coached and approached them on how to have healthy communication that meets each other’s needs, thoughts, beliefs, and feelings.

Each time they returned home, Kiyoomi and Y/n would have a discussion and address their past mistakes and how they would approach the situation with what they learned.

Their marriage is steadily getting better with each passing day. Ultimately, they both admitted that they wanted their marriage to work for their baby and each other.

“I can’t live without you,” Kiyoomi whispered one night. “The thoughts scare me and I don’t even want to know.”

Y/n snuggled closer into his embrace, “me too, Kiyoomi. Me too.” It was a few minutes of silence before she called his name, he hummed quietly and she pulled away to lift herself onto her elbow. “I have something to tell you.” His brows furrowed and she reached to smooth it, “it is nothing bad, but I initially reached out to Genesis Publishing to decline their offer because I didn’t want to leave you or Japan. No matter how great the compensation was, it didn’t outweigh the importance of staying here with you. However, they’ve now come back with an alternative proposal: I can continue to stay in Japan, with the only requirement being that I visit the corporate office quarterly for a week's stay. What are your thoughts? Do you think I should accept this revised offer?”

Kiyoomi propped himself up on his elbow, and she could discern the multitude of questions swirling within his mind, leaving him uncertain about where to begin.

“Go ahead, ask me anything,” she assured, placing a hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone.

His eyes shut for a brief moment before opening them again, “I’m still processing what you just said but I feel relieved about their new proposal.” He reached to rest a hand on her belly, “if it is something you want, you should take it. I’ll support your decision regardless of what you decide.” He gazed into her eyes before promising, “but if you accept, you will just have to take baby and me with you because… we’re a family.”

Y/n giggled and leaned to kiss him, “yes, we’re a family and yes, you two will come with me because a week without you two will be too long.”

Kiyoomi cherished every aspect of Y/n’s pregnant body, appreciating its beauty and the transformative journey it represented. In what felt like the blink of an eye, her body underwent remarkable changes, with the roundness of her belly expanding seemingly overnight.

Kiyoomi made an effort every night to rub lotion around her expanding belly and body in general. Though he tried to conceal his laughter, he found her extremely adorable when she struggled to reach her toes or below her knees.

Having reached a new level of patience as a husband to a pregnant wife, Kiyoomi faced a situation where Y/n was taking longer than expected to get ready for her birthing class. Taking a deep breath, he called out to her from the living room in a gentle tone, “is everything okay?”

Instead of her usual “yes,” Kiyoomi was taken aback as he heard Y/n’s quiet voice utter, “no.”

He found her lying on her back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed with both her sneakers on but shoelaces undone. She looked up at him with tears flowing down her cheeks and a pout on her lips. “I… I can’t tie my shoes.”

Kiyoomi’s lips trembled as he tried to contain his laughter. He stepped forward and knelt on a knee, taking one ankle at a time and setting it on his lap as he tied her shoelace. “I’m here for you, Y/n. I’ll tie your shoes for you – you just need to ask, okay?” He reached up to wipe her tears away.

“Okay,” she answered meekly.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, tightening his arm around her belly. “You’ve been moving more than usual.”

Because of Kiyoomi’s extreme sensitivity to sleep, feeling every movement or noise, Y/n had tried her hardest to not shift so much while being his arm but she was not able to find a comfortable position.

Now that he was awake, she shuffled until she faced him, their bellies pressed up against each other.

“Ask your son that, he’s active at this time.” To make her point valid, the baby kicked or punched right into Kiyoomi’s guts making him flinch. “Apparently he thinks it’s play time.”

Chuckling Kiyoomi reached and turned on his night lamp and rubbed Y/n’s naked belly, “hey you,” he earned another movement, “why are you up this early?”

“I think he’s said he’s up because daddy forgot to give him a belly rub with lotion.”

Kiyoomi raised a brow before realizing he did indeed forget his nightly routine. “Well then,” he reached for the bottle of lotion and squeezed some on his hands before rubbing it all around her belly. He leaned down and murmured, “daddy is sorry he forgot.”

Y/n has been watching her husband for the past hour sitting in the glider in the corner of the hospital room rocking his daughter against his chest. His shirt is off as he shares a skin-to-skin intimate bond with her.

“I can’t believe, he is a girl.” Y/n burst out giggling.

Almost seven hours ago, she gave birth to their son who came out as a girl.

She just remembered that Kiyoomi did not dare watch the birthing process, especially after the classes they took, he begged and apologized to her in advance that he did not have the heart to be down south when the time came. He stayed up north with her the entire time, holding her hand and being her biggest supporter.

“Congratulations!” The midwife announced holding the screaming infant. “He is…” she paused, “a… girl?”

Y/n and Kiyoomi exchanged a shocked expression that mirrored each other perfectly.

“Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter to me,” Kiyoomi answered pressing a light kiss to the top of his daughter’s head. She was so tiny in his arms.

Y/n had a deep suspicion that Kiyoomi had desired a daughter in secret, yet he was equally content with their son during the gender reveal. She could observe how his entire world transformed as he gazed at their daughter with the same adoration he reserved for her.

Y/n did not find her husband or daughter in their usual spot on the couch and checked her nursery, also finding it empty.

She slowly opened the door to their bedroom and exhaled softly seeing them both sleeping on the large bed.

Kiyoka, now nine months old, had been successfully transitioned to her own room a few weeks ago. Y/n had anticipated it would be challenging for her to sleep without their daughter, given the months they spent sharing a room. Surprisingly, Y/n took it well, but Kiyoomi found the transition difficult. It was no surprise, as Kiyoka used to sleep on Kiyoomi’s side of the bed when she was in the same room, making it easier for him to tend to her during the night.

Though he does not voice it, Y/n was aware of him getting up almost every hour in the night to check on his daughter before coming back to bed and pulling Y/n close.

“She’s fine, we have a baby monitor, remember?”

“Just want to make sure she’s not cold,” he mumbles, “what if she misses us?”

Y/n groan, “Omi, she’ll be fine. We’ll go get her when she wakes up.”

Every morning, Y/n is woken up by her daughter and husband, “good morning mommy!”

Y/n changes her clothes and gently crawls into bed. Kiyoomi opens one eye and quietly motions for Y/n to come closer so he can wrap his arm around her. “You’re back?”

“Hmm, I missed you two,” she answered, pressing a faint kiss on her daughter’s curls and a kiss on his lips.

Kiyoka inherited her father’s curls, the moment she was delivered and had her first bath, her mop of hair was in different directions, just like her father’s in the morning after a night shower.

“We missed you too,” he murmured, “we had an eventful day.”

“Oh, how so?”

“Kiyo, had a poopy diaper explosion today.” Y/n’s eyes widen, she’s heard of horrific stories but has yet to experience an episode, and the one time, it happens without her there. Even though Kiyoomi handles Kiyoka’s poopy diapers like a pro, she can truly tell how he felt deep down.

As a joke, Kiyoomi’s friends, Atsumu, Kotaro, and Hinata got him a hazard suit as a gift during the baby shower. It is still in its original packaging in the closet. “I just threw her entire outfit away,” he paused, “and her toys… and the entire playpen.”

“Kiyoomi!”

Kiyoomi’s fists are in the air as he successfully earns the winning point for the team. He turned around and looked at the crowd, instantly spotting his wife and daughter cheering for him.

It’s the radiance and pride beaming from his wife’s face that fuels him every day. As for their nearly one-year-old daughter, she appears oblivious amidst the jubilant clapping and cheering from everyone celebrating the MSBY Black Jackals’ victory.

“Daddy Kiyoomi, where are you?”

He pushed through the crowd, excusing himself as he could spot the curly mop head of his daughter.

She is the first to spot her daddy and excitedly reaches for him when he is close enough. Plucking her out of her mother’s arms, Kiyoomi smothers her with kisses.

“Good job, Omi,” Y/n congratulated, pushing herself onto her tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “You deserve a reward later.”

Kiyoomi hums in agreement and affectionately drapes an arm around her shoulder, “I look forward to it,” he replies.

EXTRA:

Kiyoka ran around, laughing her heart out chasing the other toddlers her age.

“He so cute,” the mom beside Y/n commented, Y/n tilted her head with a genuinely confused raised brow. “Your son,” the mom quickly added, she pointed to the child Kiyoka was playing with. “That’s my daughter, Haruka.”

Y/n cast a glance at the two children, realizing that the other mom had mistaken Kiyoka for a boy. It was an understandable mistake given that Kiyoka was dressed in a matching track outfit and sneakers, which emphasized her sporty appearance more than her gender.

From infancy to her first year, Kiyoka’s hair growth had slowed down, resulting in a bob of curls that resembled her father’s current hairstyle. There was no denying that she was a splitting image of Kiyoomi, except for the absence of his two beauty marks. He even got her matching masks that she would wear when they ventured out in public together.

Y/n smiled, containing her giggles. “That’s actually my daughter, we were told she was a boy but… that wasn’t the case when she came out. She received a ton of clothes at her baby shower and I’m putting them to use.”

Later that night after Kiyoomi tucked his daughter to bed, Y/n told him about their day at the playground.

“We should consider updating her wardrobe,” Kiyoomi suggested. He had been the sole buyer of girl’s clothing for their daughter, but as soon as she learned to express her preferences for outfits, the dresses he had purchased began to accumulate, untouched in her closet, as she favored different attire instead.

Y/n was aware that he felt disheartened because their daughter showed no interest in wearing the clothing items he had bought for her. From the frilly dress to the pink and purple unicorn t-shirt, Kiyoka preferred to wear the black t-shirt like her dad’s, the one with the same “MSBY BLACK JACKALS” lettering. Y/n found herself having to buy more of those toddler shirts because her daughter insisted on wearing the same one every single day.

“Omi, love,” Y/n couldn’t contain her chuckle, she leaned to kiss the pout away. “You have to realize how much she adores you. Just look at the way she gazes at you; she wants to be just like you.”

Most days, Y/n’s heart swells up with affection when she witnesses their daughter imitating her father. There was a particular instance when Y/n and Kiyoka brought lunch to Kiyoomi’s practice. As he observed his teammates on the court, Kiyoka stood by her daddy, mirroring his posture with arms crossed and legs spread apart.

Y/n was able to snap a photo of the two, making it her lock screen image.

“So…” his expression shifted as if sudden realization had struck him. “It’s my fault?” Guilt was evident on his face.

Y/n burst out laughing and pulling him into a tight hug. “No, love, it’s no one’s fault. You are her idol, she just wants to like you and dress like you. She is still young, just let her be.”

“Do you really mean it… you think I’m her idol?”

Nodding her head, Y/n pecked his lips twice, “yes, I might have carried her for nine months and birth her, but you are by far her favorite.”

. . .

E/n: Can you imagine, rock star hair looking Kiyoomi with glasses? #nosebleed

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canon-in-too-deep · 7 months ago

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Fonts Part 2: Drop Caps

Continuing on from my last post on body fonts, I thought I'd do a little highlight of some great fonts to use for drop caps.

I love drop caps. Drop 'em like it's hot, amiright? Big and dramatic and so very eye catching, a drop cap is a great way to start a new chapter.

See below the break for my full post on drop caps. Links will be provided to where you can get the fonts discussed for free. Beverages and snacks will be bring-your-own only. This is an amateur session. If you're looking for profession opinions and tips, uh, you've come to the wrong place.

So when I'm adding drop caps to any text, I always figure out what body font I'm using first. The body font is like the main course of the meal, and the drop cap is the fine wine I'm trying to pair with it. After all, you wouldn't have a nice chianti with a tuna salad, would you? (I wouldn't actually know. I don't drink wine. But I still wouldn't pair comic sans with anything) It's all down to preference, of course, but some combinations just work more easily than others.

First off, if the body font I'm working with is a bit fancier and more detailed (like IM FELL English), I'll usually just use that same font for the drop caps. Using the same font for the body text and the drop caps can look great and be very aesthetically pleasing, as it gives the overall text a clean, consistent, and balanced appearance. Having the same font for different uses throughout a text while varying the font's size and weight and format is a great way to design something pleasing to the eye and not overwhelm or confuse the reader (and it'll save yourself some time, too. Honestly, picking designs and fonts take up quite a significant portion of my typesetting time).

It's like instead of adding toppings to your ice cream, you just put on another scoop of vanilla. Delicious, and classic. You'll also notice that I use small caps in the first line along with the drop cap. I usually do either the entire first line, or just the first 3-5 initial words marked as small caps. I like small caps with a drop cap. It's like an extra dollop of whip cream on top of your ice cream. Not necessary, but still yummy. ...

Of course, choosing a font that's different from your body font to use for your drop caps can be super fun and dramatic. It'll make your text stand out even more, and can add a lot of character to a design. I've seen some really creative uses of drop caps with graphics/ornaments added in, but for this post I'm sticking to just the fonts.

This one here uses Initials TFB. Initials TFB is one of my favorite fonts to use for drop caps. This font has a lot of really nice detail to it. It's gothic. Fancy. Super duper dressed up. And it's square shaped! Which means it's easy to format and place in your text and won't stick out where it's not wanted. It's like a really nice clip on time. Perfect for formal occasions and convenient to use. (And those occasions can range easily from the classic to gothic to romantic to fantastic.)

Next is another square, gothic font! May I present, her majesty, Medieval Victoriana? Now, this one is pretty similar to Initials TFB, but it has a different vibe to it than the previous font. Also super detailed and fancy, the designs for Medieval Victoriana are a bit cleaner and crisper. It's available in two styles, one with the letter in the center white filled, and one with it black filled (as pictured above).

And now we have something different! Not square shaped! ...Though still gothic (I use a LOT of gothic fonts. They just work so well for so many books! Makes me feel like a medieval monk scribing away). This font is Augusta. It's a medium sort of fancy. Not as full on, in your face as the previous two fonts, but still enough to get into the grand ballroom without making a scene. What I like about this font is that it has a lot of character and flare, but is still decently legible and not so overpowering that it takes too much away from the body font. Augusta also has some very nice lower case letters, making it also a great font for headers and titles (which you might want to pair up with your drop caps, to limit the number of fonts used on a single page). Well dressed and versatile, this font could be a British super spy undercover at the bar. If that bar was behind a medieval printing press.

Cloister Black is like the last font, but with a half dozen more points dropped into fancy smanciness. It's got a lot more going on, and can hit that medieval vibe just as easily as it can groove to a newsstand. It may be a bit harder to tell what letter has been drop capitized, but hey, readers should be able to figure it out from context clues, right? Sometimes legibility is the price of swag, as the hip cool kids say.

This next font is WW2Blackletter, which comes in two different versions (as pictured above): pointy bottom version, or swoopy bottom version. WW2Blackletter is a super duper fun font, and very unique. Just look at that sucker. Lots of character. Grungy. Gritty. Daring you to walk to through the dark forest to the black castle on the night of the full moon. It's definitely a font that requires careful pairing with the right story. Kind of like a guest that shows up covered in fake blood, dressed in all black with a cloak and a set of plastic fangs in their mouth. On any other day, it might seem out of place. But for Halloween, it's perfect.

Okay, now for something a little more different. Takota is a nice brush stroke font. Simple and straight to the point, very bold, easy to read, and works well for more modern texts. Just looking at this drop cap, you can practically feel the thick ol' paintbrush in your head, bristles dripping with fresh paint, as you delicately tap that 'T' key on your keyboard.

I had to of course include at least one script font with some nice swoopy cursive letters. This is Exmouth, a font which I haven't gotten a chance to use a lot of yet, but of which, I am very much enjoying the swoopiness. Fonts with exaggerated flourishes like these are great for period pieces and literary classics. They look like something a handsome gentleman suitor would sign at the end of their letter confessing their deep, unrequited love. Big swoopy cursive letters like these, however, can be a pain to work with as drop caps. They're drama queens. Queen Bees. That mean girl from that one movie that always dresses in coordinated pink. For this example here, I had to adjust the size of the drop cap and add in some extra space between the T and the H so that the drop cap wouldn't be thrusting itself into that first line. If you have the time, it can definitely be worth it to use curved/slanted drop caps like this. They just usually require a bit of fandangling to play nice with the other letters.

... Aaaand that brings up to the end of the list! I was actually going to include some more fonts, but I think this post has reached enough heights as a wall 😅 (maybe I'll have to do a Part 2.5). I was also a bit more limited in what fonts I could recommend, as I wanted to make sure they were all 100% free for use, personal or commercial. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading, and I hope this was helpful!

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