#i’m happy that marsh lived though?

[titsthedamnseason]

i feel confused i feel astounded by brandon’s writing i feel tired i feel overwhelmed i feel scared i feel worried i feel sad that sazed thought he lost all faith when tindwyl died but then found out that his life’s work was based on a falsehood and just when he thought things couldn’t get worser they did and now his life seems meaningless and he doesn’t see the point in living or know how to go on from here

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XVII)

Chapter 17 : ‘Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open’

Hi! Here is new chapter! Some cuteness and bounding between our MC and Andrew…

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3483

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

It was early

It was early,   which has always been my hour   �� to begin looking       at the world

and of course,   even in the darkness,     to begin       listening to it,

especially   under the pines     where the owl lives       and sometimes calls out

as I walk by,   as he did     on this morning.       So many gifts!

What do they mean?   In the marshes     where the pink light        was just arriving

the mink   with his bristle tail     was stalking       the soft-eared mice,

and in the pines   the cones were heavy,     each one       ordained to open.

Sometimes I need   only to stand     wherever I am       to be blessed.

Little mink, let me watch you.   Little mice, run and run.     Dear pine cone, let me hold you       as you open.

Mary Oliver, Evidence, 2009

The rain made a reassuring rhythm as it fell on rooftops and windowpanes. It was kind of perfect for today’s ventures through bookstores with Andrew. You both had books to buy, had decided to go together. Of course, you had two titles in mind, and had already five books in your arms. As per usual.

By your side, Andrew was softly humming. A habit of his, you had discovered. One that came through when he was fully relaxed and happy, a sign of contentment. Today’s tune was fitting the moody weather and the warmth of bookshops. Autumn in New York…

“Andy… I need your professional expertise.”

He looked up at you, glasses perched on his nose, hair tied back but loose curls still fell around his face, a couple of them hiding his right eye and the freckle above it. He looked welcoming, warm, like a blanket and hot cocoa in winter, like the cracking of fire in the hearth of a safe home.

“Devotion, Mary Oliver?” you asked, holding up the book in your hand.

He grinned.

“A must-read, obviously. Breathtaking. I have a copy though, if you want to borrow it. It’s a good selection of her poetry.”

“Would you say I will want to go back to it constantly after I’ve read it?”

“I do go back to it often,” he conceded, and you heaved a sigh.

You placed it on the pile of books that was slowly but surely growing in your arms.

“You have a terrible influence on me,” you sighed, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m merely answering your question.”

“My bank account hates you and your reliable recommendations, just so you know.”

“I’ve finished The Song of Achilles, by the way,” Andrew mentioned it as if it was but a detail, but you noticed the smile he was trying to refrain.

“And?”

“It was… good.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, making him laugh.

“Alright, alright… I liked it a lot, actually.”

“How much did you cry?”

“What makes you think I cried at all?”

“Huh… because you have a beating heart, obviously?”

You saw the glimmer in his eyes, the tug of a cheeky smile on his lips that he tried to hide. You knew he was going to make a stupid joke, and that you would fall for it and laugh.

“How do you know I have one?”

“You’re alive,” you answered, playing along as you narrowed your eyes.

“So you think! I am actually un-dead. You foolish mortals should quake in fear before me.”

“How do you hide the smell of decomposition so well, then?” you asked back, and you noticed the way he was surprised by your answer, the absolute thrill he had because you were yielding into his dark humour.

“Perfume. Like the French.”

“You know it’s a myth.”

“Is it?”

“No idea.”

“I learned from the best, in the 1600s, when it grew out of fashion to stink.”

“So, what are you? A zombie?”

“No, I’m not! I’m not a brainwashed decomposing corps, how dare you?”

“Because you think you’re a vampire?”

“I would be a grand vampire!”

“Definitely a tall one, for sure.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, struggling so hard not to laugh you knew he had stopped breathing.

“Careful, mortal.”

“What are you gonna do? Sink your teeth in my jugular? Well, go ahead!”

You offered your neck to him, were surprised when his smile faltered and he fiercely blushed while staring at the skin you were now exposing.

“Besides, I’m sure I would get rid of you easily,” you teased again, replacing your scarf as it was before, and Andrew seemed to be breathing once more.

“You seem to doubt my vampiric powers to an annoying degree,” he went on again, following you as you walked further down the poetry section, before you’d stop again to look at another shelf of the same aisle.

“Hmm… maybe you are a vampire, indeed,” you pouted, acting like pondering a question. “I bet your white arse does get burned at the smallest ray of sunshine.”

Andrew couldn’t refrain his laughter anymore, it came out in a loud wave, the sound alone making you grin.

“Right, that’s right,” he nodded, doubling with laughter.

“Crispy bacon, I bet.”

His laughter came back renewed in a new wave. It lit up the entire shop, even the world beyond it.

“I cook in the sun,” he nodded, trying to calm down although his words still came out distorted by the lack of air in his lungs. “I become edible, at one point.”

You laughed too, bright and happy, the way you felt with Andy that rainy afternoon.

You didn’t have a care in the world in that moment. Basking in your shared laughter over some silly jokes, in a bookshop you loved, spending all the money you could have saved for later in life, but who cared about later? There was Andy laughing, the pile of books under his arm, the light reflected on his glasses, the pitter patter of the rain. Wasn’t that enough to fill up a world? An entire life?

You were so glad he was your friend now…

“You didn’t answer. How much did you cry?” you asked again, picking up a book, but placing it back on the bookshelf almost immediately, not liking how it looked.

“Quite a lot,” he finally admitted.

“Told you, you would. What did you think?”

He heaved a sigh, and you knew what was coming. You knew he was about to babble away for ten minutes and analyse everything in depth and question the changes made compared to the Iliad, and be too clever for his own good… He was an academic, after all.

He did exactly as you had predicted, you smiled the entire time, discussing some points with him, giving your opinion which he listened to attentively, bouncing back on your arguments to carry the conversation further. And you loved it. Every second of it. Being challenged that way about a book you had loved made your brain buzz in the best way.

You heaved a dreamy sigh, turning towards the shelves filled to the brim with books to buy.

“Oh, but can you imagine though? What it must feel like to have someone loving you that much?”

You ran your fingers across the spines of books before you, read a few titles; it was like touching dreams.

“Do you imagine what it must feel like to write about love that way? To love someone so much you write about them? To have someone writing about you?”

You smiled, a soft gesture as you let your hand fall back by your side.

“What else could we write about, though?”

You turned to Andrew, surprised by his sudden silence, and found him staring at you with an unreadable expression, you weren’t sure whether he was sad or simply deep in thoughts. You noted the red on his cheeks, though.

He seemed to hesitate, his lips parting, and then closing again.

“Like that could happen to us,” you laughed at your own silly thoughts. “Right… I’m done, I can’t allow myself to buy more books! Are you ready? Or do you require more snooping around?”

A smile was back on his lips, although Andrew still seemed a little shaken, you didn’t know why. He nodded anyway, looking down at the five books he was holding.

“I’m all good. Erm… I’m gonna order one, they didn’t have it. I’ll be quick.”

You nodded, let Andrew ask for the book he wanted, while you watched the rain fall outside, the lines it drew on the windowpane, the silhouettes hurrying back and forth in the street.

You didn’t hear Andrew joining you again, you jumped as he spoke.

“Ready?”

You had a new conversation going while you waited to pay for the books; and when it was time to walk out of the bookshop and part for the day, you didn’t want to. It was still early, you had no place to be on that Saturday afternoon. You wanted to finish this conversation with Andrew, you wanted to listen to his deep voice a little longer, let his calmness soothe you…

He looked into the street before you, holding the door open for you, but you remained motionless by his side. The rain was heavier now. It was so cold outside, you wondered if snowflakes weren’t hiding in the droplets.

“Want to get a coffee?” Andrew asked after a short silence.

You looked up at him, exchanged a glance. You read the same eagerness to stay in his eyes. You grinned.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

You were laughing at Andrew as you ran to the coffeeshop set right across the street when he slipped, almost falling, and cursing loudly at the clumsiness of his tall limbs. The rain was so cold over your face, you savoured the feeling the same way you enjoyed Andrew’s hand on your back when he told you to hurry inside.

“Wow… your standards for that date are… very high,” Andrew declared, pushing his rebel strands of hair behind his ear.

He cursed in a sigh, mumbling something about his hair tie not ‘doing anything’, and he pulled on it to free his hair. He shook his head to let his curls free; you tried hard not to stare, failed miserably…

“You asked for like… the dream date. The absolute dream. I’ve given you the absolute dream. The unreachable standard.”

“So… a movie in a field or clearing, a picknick, at night, and with lights hanging from trees.”

“Yes.”

“That’s insane.”

“You asked for the dream! That would be so fucking romantic!”

“It’s not even feasible, on a purely logistical point. How do you watch a movie in the woods? On a laptop?”

“No! I want it like… projected on a screen, like in cinema.”

“You want to go to an outdoor screening…”

“No! I want to be alone with the guy!”

“That’s impossible.”

“Projectors do exist, you know!”

“How do you create that set up where there is no one…?”

“I’ve never said I will ever get that! That it will happen! I’ve just said… that if anything could happen… I would like a date where we would be just together, in the middle of nowhere, watching a movie we both like and eating good food in a magical setting. Or it doesn’t have to be in the middle of nowhere, it can be… like… in a garden!”

“In this economy? Who owns a garden? Are you a millionaire?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Bantering with Andrew was such a nice sport…

“Why not just… go to a cinema?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Black, no sugar nor milk. Always the same order. Predictable guy…

“You can’t talk in a cinema. But you’re supposed to get to know the other person during a first date.”

“A restaurant then? You’ll go to the cinema for a second date.”

“Restaurants are okay,” you conceded. “And again, you asked for the dream. The one that is not achievable. That no man would ever do.”

“Because it’s not logistically possible.”

“Because no man would go to such length for someone else.”

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden pessimism in your voice. The mood shifted a little, from casually playful to something more serious, even a little sad.

You kind of hated your own thoughts, hated your weakness that made you unable to hold back the rest of your words, but they spilled out anyway.

“Especially not for me.”

Andrew’s expression changed from surprised to a deep frown. He opened his mouth to argue, but you interrupted him before he had as much as a chance to say a word.

“Never mind that. Anyway… let’s talk about something else. It’s your turn to answer a question!”

You narrowed your eyes, mischief back on your features, and if Andrew didn’t seem fully convinced by your sudden change of subject, he yielded anyway.

“Alright, I’m all ears.”

“I can ask you whatever I want?”

“Sure… I might not answer though.”

You looked for something that would make him blush for sure, just to tease…

“Weirdest place where you’ve had sex?”

Andrew broke into laughter, clearly uncomfortable now, and blushing like a tomato all the way up to the tips of his ears. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. And yet, when he looked at you again, there was something wicked in his gaze, something beyond playful.

“That… is a very personal question to ask a lad.”

“You’re the one who started asking about my dating preferences.”

“Dating and having sex are quite… different. One is much more tamed.”

“Only if the date isn’t that good.”

He smiled, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. You knew he liked that, the challenge of talking to someone witty.

“Fair enough,” he nodded, still staring at you, his voice lower and deeper than usual.

Your stomach clenched, you felt warmth spread across your entire frame under the combination of his stare and his suave ton.

He knew how to be a dangerous flirt, alright…

“I’m afraid I’ll be a little disappointing though. I haven’t had crazy experiences,” he admitted. “I guess… I don’t know… a car?”

“A classic!”

“It wasn’t very nice, to be fair…”

“Really?”

He winced, taking a deep breath.

“Very long limbs in a secluded space is all I’m gonna say about it.”

You chocked on your coffee, laughing so hard your belly was soon painful. And Andrew was laughing as well.

“Oh, no! The woods! That’s weirder!” he changed his answer, looking at the ceiling as he seemed to look through his memories. “Yeah, the woods, actually.”

“Risky business. I bet you’ve traumatised an entire family of badgers.”

“Several of them, definitely!” he chuckled, drinking and taking a bite of his cheesecake.

“Alright, next question!” you eagerly asked, making Andrew smile.

“Erm… like… erm… If you could go anywhere in the world now… Like… you’re just, transported like that,” he explained, snapping his fingers for good measure, “where would you like to go, and why?”

“Oh… It would have to be a place far away if I can teleport there and not suffer through twenty hours of flying… erm… Probably Australia or something like that. Or New-Zealand! Oh yeah… going full on hardcore Lord of the Rings fan in New-Zealand, that would be nice.”

“You’d make a very good elf,” he chuckled, but you shook your head.

“Oh, I want to be a hobbit! Quiet, eating a lot of good food, reading books, complaining about people all day long, like… with your busiest time of the day being going for a walk through the nearby fields. Yeah, I want that life.”

Andrew’s gaze softened.

“That sounds nice, indeed.”

You looked for a question to ask him while munching on your cupcake.

“Where would you like to live? Like… if you had an unlimited amount of money, and you could just… buy any house, anywhere in the world… where would you like to live?”

Andrew hummed as he was thinking of an answer, looking by the window at the rain that was still falling and showing no sign of stopping. In the coffeeshop, Mumford and Sons were playing, you hummed along the tune while you waited for Andrew’s answer.

He heaved a sigh.

“I’m… so boring,” he admitted with a smile. “But I… I would really like to live in Wicklow. Like… in the countryside, in a very small town, and to have… like… some land and a huge garden. Some old house where you can feel the weight of time and of people who have lived there before, but… I mean, modernised, cause… comfort, you know?” he joked, looking at you again. “But yeah, I… I would really like to live in a quiet house, a place with a soul. And I want a garden. I… I would really like to keep bees, one day.”

“Bees?”

“Yeah… they’re my favourite insects, even animals to be fair. They’re so… interesting and quite cute. And I just… Can you imagine? Taking care of your bees, and making your own honey? I would really like that. I would really like that a lot. Nothing extravagant, nothing unreachable just… a house with a garden, and a couple of hives. Besides, Elwood would need a garden. I’m lucky, my parents live in the countryside. I… I think I’d like to live quite close to them, actually. When I was a child, we settled in Wicklow, and it was so nice. I loved growing up there. We didn’t have a farm but we were outside any big city. And it was just so nice. I’d like that.”

You felt your heart grow warm at his words. Something so simple he wanted. Bees and a garden, some place for Elwood to run…

“You are aware it would cost you your liver to have a cubicle in the middle of a field, right?” you asked, trying to think about something else than the way your heart was making happy jumps now.

He rolled his eyes.

“You said that I didn’t have to think about the money. With unlimited budget.”

You nodded, checked the time.

It was starting to be late, your coffee was almost empty and you had finished your cake. Time to go home.

Instead, you looked up at Andrew, noticed how long his eyelashes were as he looked down into his cup of coffee. Your request passed your lips before you could think the words you were speaking.

“Ask me something else.”

A week later, Andrew was back in the bookshop, although, he was on his own this time. The book he had ordered had been delivered, he was coming to pick it up. He wouldn’t buy anything else, just what he needed. He had already bought too many books with you, the previous week, learning that you could not be trusted either in a bookshop. He wasn’t surprised. A fond smile spread on his lips at the thought.

He was about to go pay for the book when something caught his eye. A name he recognised and that made him immediately think of you.

Dante Aleghieri

He walked over to the table where a few books were displayed, including this nice copy of the Divine Comedy. He picked it up, turned the book into his hands, weighted it as he hesitated. He hadn’t read that book since his college days, several years ago. At the time, he wasn’t interested in that story, and he reckoned he was too young to understand it. He had studied later on the bits and pieces that Seamus Heaney himself had translated, but that was all.

You loved Inferno though. You had found something in it. He wanted to find out what it was. Besides, it made him think of you…

He heaved a sigh, walked to pay for both books, carried them home.

That evening, he picked up Dante instead of finishing the novel he was currently reading. He checked on Elwood, who was softly snoring in the corner of the living room, before heading to bed himself. He readjusted his glasses on his nose before slipping under the covers, turning off his phone so he wouldn’t be interrupted or distracted, and he started reading.

He was drawn into the story now, more so than he remembered being the first time around. Of course, it was a book written over seven hundred years ago, with such Christian outdated thoughts that some pieces were lost to us. And yet, there was something haunting in its imagery, something touching in the pain inflicted. He made a mental note to research more about the political context that was debated in the book, he didn’t remember the story being so heavily driven by Dante’s political views, but it was. It was mostly political, mostly Christian too. He kept on reading through Canto I and II, until he had to stop, his breathing caught in his throat, his eyes clouded with tears as he reached Canto III.

Through me you enter into the city of woes,

Through me you enter into eternal pain,

Through me you enter the population of loss.

The words carved above the entrance of hell made him put down the book, stare up at the ceiling. It was silly, that wasn’t what the words meant in the context of the book, and yet… there was so much loss in his life at the moment…

 Through me you enter the population of loss.

The words played through his head again and again. What a beautiful way to describe grief…

He let out a breathy chuckle, blinking his tears away and smiling instead.

He should never doubt you. You seemed to always be right…

[lovelyjj]

Heyyy, I’ve come to ask for your words again, can we do a JJ finding out you write poetry about him?? I write poetry and was wonderin, thanks in advance!!!

💜 anon

Poetry

jj maybank x reader

wc: 937

a/n: one of the poems I found on pinterest creds to the original here is the link

It was no secret that you and JJ were close. The two of you were the perfect pair. You were always together. What started off as a friendship quickly turned into a romantic relationship.

You and JJ practically lived together. You had a couple drawers in his room at John Bs. You were always over there spending time with JJ. You liked your little routine. You went to work at a coffee shop a couple mornings a week.

Then you went to the château to meet up with JJ. You would do everything together. You’d go on rides on his dirt bike, swimming in the marsh, going out on the boat, drinking in the hot tub, the list was endless.

This particular evening you were in the hot tub with the pogues. You were drinking and laughing and enjoying each others company. It was times like these you found yourself grateful for having such great friends.

JJ pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder. He wasn’t really listening to the conversation at all. He was distracted with your body pressed against his.

“So how are things with you and Pope,” you asked Kiara who was right next to you.

“It’s good it’s just kinda weird since we’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re together it’s like how do we do this. But i like him a lot,” Kiara whispered.

“That’s good,” you responded.

“You and JJ seem as great as ever.” Kiara commented.

You nestled into JJ’s touch, “Yeah we are.”

“I’m happy for you” Kiara replied.

You talked with your friends while enjoying the warm water. When you were finished in the hot tub you went inside the château.

—————

The next morning you left the château early to go to work. JJ was bummed because he loved waking up with you. Eventually a couple hours later JJ woke up.

JJ decided to get up and get ready for the day. He was looking for a certain shirt that you happen to wear to bed and go home in. He was looking everywhere. He even looked in your drawers.

He sorted through your clothes in the drawer. He lifted up your clothes and that’s when he found a notebook. Now JJ wasn’t one to go through and look at your private things but he wondered what a notebook hidden under clothes would have in it.

JJ opened it to the first page and what he saw shocked him. It was a poem.

he is like sunshine

filling me up with joy

he is my sunshine boy

Then he flipped to the next page, another poem.

I think i found the love of my life

i think i might one day be his wife

when he kisses me I feel alive

when he holds me is when I think we thrive

He flipped the the next page after that.

blonde locks blue eyes

tan skin pink lips

he looks like a dream

Another page.

I’ve tasted your lips,

your skin

and never realized

I was deprived.

Your kiss, your touch

that awakens my soul,

making me want more.

I didn’t know

I would crave you so much.

I never realized

I was even homesick,

until

I found you.

The notebook was filled with poetry about him. He was filled with warmth. He couldn’t believe you wrote love poems about him. JJ thought that was one of the nicest and sweetest thing anybody has ever done for him.

JJ thought you were a skilled writer. Your poetry was perfect. He almost cried he was so moved by your beautiful writing. JJ made a mental note to bring this up to you when he sees you next.

——————

A few days later you were on your way to the château. You missed JJ even though it’s only been a few days. The plan was to just hang out and watch movies nothing special.

John B was in the kitchen when you walked in.

“Hey John B,” you greeted.

“Hey Y/N, JJ is in his room,” he stated.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

You made your way to JJ’s room excited to see the man of your dreams. You knocked on his door and he said to come in.

“Hi Jayj,” you exclaimed.

“Hi sweetheart,” JJ got up from his bed and gave you a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you pulled away from the hug you gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“Mhhmmm, missed you mama,” JJ hummed after the kiss.

“I missed you too,” you replied.

“I wanted to ask you something,” JJ requested.

“Yeah sure shoot.”

“Um I found this journal, and and it’s filled with poems. I just i never knew you were a poet.” JJ explained.

“You were never supposed to see those,” your hand hit your head.

“I’m glad I did, I can’t believe you wrote those things about me.”

“Well you’re my muse my inspiration, you’re the air that I breathe,” you expressed.

“Oh my love, I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m flattered. You should be a writer.”

“I love you too. And hey maybe I will but I’m shy and scared to put my work out there.”

“You never know.”

“You’re right who knows,” you threw your hands up.

Then you launched yourself at JJ and tackled him to the bed and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You make writing poetry so easy because every time I look in your eyes I see a world of possibilities.”

[xuqijie]

< new jeans as love tropes 𖥔 ͙ࣳ

# genre ; fluff, hints of angst

# tags ; ot4 x f!reader (no hyein), probably ooc but use your imagination okayy ! [requested]

< kim minji ๋࣭ # your sister’s bestfriend

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

doesn’t know the effect she has on you with her always being around your room like it’s her own.

you always had a crush on her but minji was your sister’s bestfriend, so naturally you were off limits for any relationship. but that doesn’t stop her from having feelings (not that she recognises them anyway).

minji will lie and say she was forced by hanni to stay by your side the whole day to protect you even though hanni didn’t say shit.

will deny having feelings for you and only starts to admit it when she sees you with another one of hanni’s friends 🙈🙈

probably ends up confessing in a super stupid way; like thinking you were asleep and minji just starts saying how much she likes you and how she got jealous seeing you with sunoo.

“minji, sunoo’s gay.”

“i didn’t know that! and does that mean you don’t like sunoo?”

“are you serious? i like you back, you idiot.”

< pham hanni ๋࣭ # rivals to lovers

will quite literally do anything to make sure she’s number one, and you’re not. like purposely sending you the wrong dance practice and embarrassing you on the day of the rehearsal. (maybe she does feel a little bad when she catches you crying in the toilet).

hanni doesn’t really know why she wants you to know she’s the best. maybe it’s because you two have been pitted against each other since you joined ador.

thinks you’re super pretty but can’t translate it well to korean and ends up just telling it to you straight in viet. too bad you think she was talking shit about you :(

disguises her jealousy as hatred for you. “y/n, i can’t believe you’re slacking off again. seriously, hanging out with jungwon is just going to make you even worse.”

“i’m not even hanging out with jungwon? what the hell is your problem?”

purposely makes you mad because it’s cute to her. but when you really get upset she feels so so bad and you will find chocolates in your bag the next day.

and when you get praised by the instructor, hanni can’t help but feel happy at your beaming expression. only for her smile to dim when jungwon congratulates you.

“see that, hanni? i finally beat you!” you would grin smugly at her and all hanni can do is wish quietly for you to continue talking to her.

so what does she do? suck up her pride and relish in the shocked expression you carried when she says, “i’m happy. you did well.” and leaves the practice room.

and hanni’s feelings are left undiscovered for another day while you are stunned.

< danielle marsh ๋࣭ # sunshine x grumpy

meets you on the first day of kindergarten and thinks you’re super mean after you tell her to leave you alone. but danielle is persistent and she really wants to befriend the grumpy girl that sits at the back of class.

calls you ‘her moon’ and it embarrasses you but secretly, you like it a lot. and her contact name is your phone is ‘my sunshine ☀️’.

it wasn’t until you two got older when you realised that you had feelings for danielle. but you didn’t want to act on them in fear of her rejecting you and losing your friendship forever, so you just keep quiet, hoping she catches on.

you also didn’t want danielle to choose between you and her other club friends, so you just sit alone during lunch. normally, danielle would join you but you sneak off before she finds you at your designated table.

of course dani gets confused when you start to distance yourself but she doesn’t know what to do. only until she gets ahold of you, she confronts you.

“why are you acting like this? i thought we were friends, y/nnie. and i’ve told you before, i don’t care about anyone else, i just want my moon back. please, y/n.”

and when you finally work things out, danielle smacks you on the shoulder and scolds you for keeping things from her. you deserve it but you also don’t deserve someone like dani.

the sweetest angel you’ll ever meet when you start dating. always brings you your favourite drinks when you’re studying, makes sure you’re well taken care of when you’re sick and tries her best to help you out when you’re feeling upset.

< kang haerin ๋࣭ # hates everyone but you

haerin is an enigma. a person you would describe as eccentric. she would repeat all the swear words you said, randomly stare blankly at you and sometimes steal your sweaters. she also bears uncanny resemblance to cats.

since you two live in the same dorm, whenever your personal friends come over, haerin will glare at them warily but when her eyes filter to you, her gaze softens and she waddles to your side for cuddles.

“even though you look like a cat doesn’t mean you have to actually act like one, kang haerin.”

“shut up, hyein.”

“no, hyein’s right, rinnie.”

“okay, y/nnie.”

[darkanddirtyknb]

Personal Update

Hello, my beautiful like-minded creatures in the flesh,

It’s been a while since I gave an update, and I thought one was long overdue. If I’m wrong about this and you don’t care to read about my personal life (I really don’t blame you), please go on about your day. I hope it’s a great one! If you are interested, I will clue you into what’s been happening.

As usual, I have already had many medical appointments this year and many more to come. I had a procedure done on my right shoulder last month (happy July, by the way!) to see if we can get a steroid concoction to help me. If it doesn’t (it’s been touch and go so far), I will need to have a different, more painful procedure done. I’m still playing around with medication, trying new things, getting new side effects, and finding out that my body is pretty much anti-all pills. It’s super frustrating, to be honest. I’m all for being clean, and I think that less is usually best, but in my case, I’m getting no relief anywhere. I’m not sleeping. The brain fog is worse than ever, my memory is awful, joint pain, neuropathy, and muscle fatigue are worse, etc… All in all, the physical stuff is different in a few ways, but pretty much the same.

However, I’ve been in a down spell with my mental health. The depression lately has been impressive, really. I work hard daily to stay positive and keep my head above water, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t back-breaking work. That alone makes it hard to be productive, but I’m forcing myself to do things—it’s unfortunate because writing hasn’t been one of them. I want to, and the urge is there, but my memory and ability to form sentences are making it extremely hard, and writing seems impossible right now. Even writing this has been a journey and not a good one. Very bad, in fact. Think boggy marsh full of mosquitoes, mud-filled shoes, and sweltering, humid heat. I’m working hard to get out of the swamp and onto a tropical island, but until then, this is where I’m at—overrun by anxiety, depression, and medical hang-ups. I’m working with my therapist, though. Soon, I will be starting EMDR. That should be fun. I’ve been touching on a lot of trauma lately, so hopefully unlocking all of it and putting it in the right place will help me move forward.

There’s more, but I think you’re all smart cookies, and you got the gist of things. This update has become long enough. I hope that you’re all doing well by staying happy, healthy, and living life to its fullest! I mean that. Truly. I care about all of you, even if we don’t talk much or at all in some cases.

Take care and be safe. The world is as terrifying as it is beautiful right now.

With all my love, Kai (your local disturbed homo)

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Sliding into your asks again with my annoying wife behavior😼

Kyle:

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

Stan:

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

SLV ofc, can we tell I’m on a style kick?

kyle:

☾ - sleep headcanon

nightmare haver, doesn't wake up in the middle of the night often though

★ - sad headcanon

will often feel responsible for Everyone Else's trauma, even though it was Not His Fault

☆ - happy headcanon

he may or may not hate cartman but fuck it he'll Never hate artemis that's his son y'all<3

stan:

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

oh my god this guy cannot keep his living space clean, thank fuck kyle is there for that

♡ - romantic headcanon

he loves so deeply, though he may not be the best at showing it, stan knight-in-shining-armor-complex marsh is the most loyal guy ever<3

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

VEGETARIAN STAN CANON !!! his mom taught him to cook too :3

[capn-atlas]

uh hey guys is this anything for like a story world base

Long ago, five goddesses, five sisters, came down to the land from the sky, each settling to live there. Though the world was great, they found the part where they had chosen to make their village seemed lonely, with only the five for each other’s company. So, they set out to explore Hyria, and, with two creation spells in each’s magic store, to make their new life and species in one part of the world. The first, and eldest, chose the sea, giving life to it with Fish and Sharks. She lived there with them, and bonded with them. She became a Mermaid. The second chose the forest. She created Deer and Bears, and fused to them herself. She became a Centaur. The third traveled to the wetlands, the swamp, and made Alligators and Turtles, and became Reptilian. The fourth, the middle, chose the mountains. She made Lynx and Mountain Lions. She became a Werecat. The fifth, the youngest, traversed the world for many days, yet could not find a land where she fit. She missed the sky. So she took the tops, the stars. The tops of her sister’s islands, their trees, their clouds, their snow. She made Crows and Starlings, birds of night, and became a Harpy. 

These were the fifteen species of their new world: Fish, Sharks, Mermaids, Deer, Bears, Centaurs, Alligators, Turtles, Reptilian Folk, Lynx, Mountain Lions, Werecats, Crows, Starlings, and Harpys. And they were happy. For a while. They called to the sky, to their mother, “We are lonely, Mother. We have made our friends, we have made our species, but we do not have mates, we do not have wives, we do not have husbands. We have no one to truly love.” Their mother, hearing their calls, rolled her eyes. “You can truly love your friends,” she said, “but I can see you are insistent. If you must have a mate, you may.” and she sent down fifteen more gods; five, humanoid, to pair with the sisters, and ten, animalistic, to pair with the Animals. “You must make the Animals happy too.” 

The first sister, one now called Morgane, chose a god called Aalto, one that shared her love of the sea. The second, Damia, chose a goddess named Sylvia, who shared her love of the trees. Gwendolyne, the third, chose a god by the name of Fren. He shared her love of the marsh. The fourth, the Werecat, now called Nur, chose a god called Damien, who loved the mountains as she did. And the fifth, the Harpy, Fabyla, she chose a goddess, Cassion, who shared her hatred for the ground. 

From their love, and the Animal’s love, they created more magic, and with that magic, more children, children of different species than they’d seen before. And from those children, they created a civilization. And that is how the world of Hyria came to be.

That is how Hyria came to be. But how did it fall?

One day, Fabyla and Cassion fell from the sky. So did their night birds, now Crows and Starlings and Owls and Blackbirds and Ravens and Bats, too. Into the marsh, which was tied to the sea. Into the swamp, which was in the middle of the forest. Into the forest, which was next to the mountains. Morgane, Aalto, Damia, Sylvia, Gwendolyne, Fren, Nur, and Damien came running (or swimming, in Morgane and Aalto’s case), along with their species. Fabyla accused Morgane of taking her and Cassion’s magic. 

“To ground us,” she declared, “as you have grounded your other sisters; and their species!” 

“Fabyla, I don’t understand,” said Morgane. “I have not had magic for many a year, not since Mother sent down our partners. You know this. You did not have any magic for me to take!” 

Fabyla stiffened. “No, Morgane, I have had magic since Mother sent our partners. You have too, the eldest and youngest. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.  Anyway, who else could it be? The others are too weak.” she said, a tone of disdain covering her voice. She spat at her sisters’ feet. 

“And Aalto!” shouted Cassion suddenly. “You must have had something to do with this. Taking our magic… even if you didn’t, you did not stop her!”

“No matter, dear,” Fabyla stood, putting a hand on Cassion’s shoulder. “They took our magic. We shall take theirs.” and she raised her staff and chanted something incomprehensible to all others except Cassion, who smiled knowingly at the birds, as if to say “it will be okay.” A shockwave rang out, sparks of magic flying from Fabyla’s eyes. The staff glowed yellow as it sucked the magic, and almost the life from Fabyla’s sisters and their partners. 

“I have spared your lives because you are blood. Not family, I will not go that far. You are blood, and nothing else.”

“You lied.” spat Morgane, on her knees, having fallen. “You had magic all along.” 

“No, Morgane, I didn’t. But you will find that magic comes to those who need it, when they need it. Come on, Cassion, we’re going home.”

And they flew towards the sky, magic sucked from all but them. They haunted the sky, the night, the clouds, the tops, for decades after. But death comes for all. And, as far as her sisters knew, Fabyla and Cassion did not have any children. The world, Hyria, was safe once more.

[reddie-ao3feed]

I (don't) deserve this

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/V6ikng0 by watchoutforthefanfics “Stan?” Eddie asked, and his throat felt scratchy like he hadn't spoken in a long time. And he doesn't know how he could tell. But it was. It was Stanley Uris. Tight brown curls, and a soft sweater, and that same pinched frown. It was Stanley. Eddie felt fucking elated for a second, smiling, “Stanley? Shit, I’m so-” And then, something settled under his skin -heavy like lead. “You're…” Eddie breathed out, unable to finish his sentence. Because if he did, it would be real. He would be- “Dead,” Stanley finished, “-Eddie, you're… Did it not work? Is It-” “No, no, they-” Eddie let out a breath, “-they did it. I know they did. They were doing it when I…” Stanley just seemed to relax a second, but then something settled onto him. And something shot through Eddie then. That's Stan… Stan's… I'm- “Fuck this,” Eddie growled out, eyes darting along the landscape, “-no, fuck this. I'm not dead. No-” “Eddie,” Stanley placed his hands on his shoulders, lips pressed into a heavy frown, “-you're dead.” Or Eddie Kaspbrak dies, and decides to fight (the turtle) god about it. Words: 8708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Stanley Uris Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Kaspbrak Lives, It's Not a Fix-It if Stanley Uris is Dead, Stanley Uris Lives, Mentioned Patricia Blum Uris, Mentioned Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Post-Canon Fix-It, Eddie dies but like decides to fight it, Explicit Language, Excessive Capitalization, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Song: I Love You I'm Sorry (Gracie Abrams), Temporary Character Death, (both Eddie and Stanley are dead for a little bit), The Turtle CAN Help Us (IT), Love Confessions, (Richie confesses before Eddie dies), Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier-centric, Arguing with God, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), POV Eddie Kaspbrak, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Blood and Injury, Richie Tozier is Not Okay, Adult Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Little Shit, (he literally argues with God), Eddie Kaspbrak is So Done, The Losers Club Deserve Happiness (IT), Post-Canon, Movie: IT Chapter Two (2019), IT Chapter Two Fix-It, Fix-It, T for trashmouth, the whole eddie's death scene is different so work with me, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Gay Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Mess, Major Character Injury, (eddie does in fact die but like only for a little bit), Major Character Undeath, Eddie Kaspbrak is Stubborn, Men Crying, (Obviously), you know those fics where Eddie is super oblivious and hesitant?, this is not one of them, Mentioned Maturin | The Turtle, Afterlife, (they do go there), Eddie Kaspbrak is a Good Friend, Stanley Uris is a Good Friend, (this actually dives into their friendship a lot), The Author was Bitter, yeah - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fear, Fear of Death, deathbed confessions, also Richie and Eddie are alluded to have sex at the end, no like scene or anything though read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/V6ikng0

[writingforcuteppl]

Don’t Blame Me

PAIRING: Stan Marsh x Reader

SUMMARY: One unfortunate night brings someone you thought you would never see again and someone you hoped to never cross paths with again.

GENRE: Angst and fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.9k words

PART: 1 (series masterlist)

A loud knock on your front door startled you. It was almost midnight. Not to be paranoid, but you were pretty sure only people who wanted to harm others would be the ones knocking at this hour, and the fact that you were alone scared you more.

Getting up from your couch and pausing the show you were watching, you went directly to the peephole, and the person on the other side was one you thought you would never see in your life again. You were debating if you should open the door or leave him outside. A part of you was curious to know why, after all these years, he was out of your house, and the other wanted to run and leave him outside. But unfortunately, your curiosity and kindness were stronger. So you opened the door.

“What are you doing here, Stan?” You spat out before he could say anything. Your face showed the disgust and anxiety you felt. But before he could say anything, you saw his face with detail.

A fine line of blood was dripping from his brow and lip, and that’s when it hit you. He was hurt, and he came for help. But why did he come to you? The town was big enough, and out of all the people he knows, he chose you? Nonsense. “What happened to you? And even more importantly, what are you doing here?”

“Hi darling, long time no see,” he smirked. You only saw him with a straight face.

“I asked you something. Why are you here?”

“Well, as you can see, I’m hurt and need your help.”

“Why me?”

“Well, you are the closest one.” What did he mean by that? You really didn’t want him to be close to you since you could feel an unbearable pain in your chest, but you knew you just couldn’t let him outside bleeding, even if it were just a tiny wound. Feeling defeated, you let him in.

“Sit and wait here. I’m bringing the first aid kit. Don’t move.” Your tone was severe. He knew you weren’t in the mood for playing around. While you were gone, he took a look around. It was the first time he had been in your house. With your parents always at home, he never got the chance to see the inside, only leaving you at the front door.

Everything was tidy, more than he could have thought. It didn’t look like a home. It felt empty. And then he saw the photos on the wall. Maybe your house felt empty, but he could see that something had changed since the last time he saw you. You were happy. Your family was happy.

Then he looked at the TV and immediately recognized the show you were watching, one of his favorite ones. He heard you returning to the living room, so he sat straight and prepared himself so you could clean his cuts quickly.

“You know the drill. It’s gonna sting a little. Try not to move,” you sighed and kneeled before him. As you cleaned the cuts, he paid attention to your face. Not a single emotion to be seen.

“Can I ask you something?” He waited for your response, and only a tiny humming came out of you. “Why were you mad to see me?” you realized you may have come aggressive, which, to be fair, he wasn't the one you should be mad at.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking? You literally just appeared at my front door in the middle of the night after what? Six years without any contact, and you expect me to be all happy about it?”

“You’re right. So there was a party at Wendy’s, and well, I got into a fight. And you happen to live next to her, so here I am.” You looked him in the eyes, trying to decipher if he was telling the truth. It was part of it, though. Not all the truth, but at least he wasn’t lying to you. As you continued to cure him, you were trying to think about something to say to him, but nothing came to your mind.

“So you’re watching…” he pointed to the TV, and you couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

“Yeah, remember when you made a presentation about it? I was intrigued by the storyline, so I decided to give it a shot.”

“I thought you hated horror stuff. Every time Kenny or I recommended it, you just brushed it off, and even when we watched a horror movie, you just put on headphones and tried your best not to look at the screen.” Your face twitched when you heard his name, even after all these years you just couldn’t help it.

“I did, but I realized that sometimes real life is way more horrible than all those things, you know. And after losing everyone I loved, nothing could be more terrifying. And if I’m honest, I love the adrenaline that horror gives me.”

He stayed silent, knowing full well what you meant. You realized what you just said. And he wasn’t supposed to know that. You finished taking care of his cuts, so you just sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what? I know it wasn’t your fault, you just stayed by your best friend’s side, and I respect that.”

“Still, I could have done something about it. I knew the truth.” Now, that’s something you never expected him to say.

“What?”

“I knew everything was just a lie. And I let Kenny believe it. And it was wrong. I just…” he sighed as you tried to understand what he was saying. “I just was so jealous of your friendship with him. He was always by your side, and well, after all, he’s still my best friend.”

“Well, you two were always close. I wouldn’t have stolen your best friend, you know?”

”I wasn’t jealous of you.” Your mind tried to comprehend what he was saying, but even if you tried hard, you were too tired to understand his words.

“I really liked you, as in like, like. I liked you so much that it just hurt me to know that he was the only one in your heart, even if he was just your friend.” You stayed in silence. You couldn’t say anything, so he continued.

“You know, we made a pact. None of us could date you. Kenny, Kyle, and me. We knew damn well we wanted to be with you, but our friendship was more important, so we only decided to be close to you as friends. But for a reason, you were closer to Kenny, and he treated you as the most important thing in his life. I was just his best friend to you. I don’t think you even considered me your friend. And that hurt. When I found out about all the lies and things they were saying about you, I thought of it as an opportunity. So, instead of telling Kenny the truth, I lied and let him believe everything. I saw it as an opportunity to get closer to you. But part of me couldn’t go on. I knew I was wrong. When I tried to tell Kenny the truth, it was too late. He believed you sent me only to manipulate him to be your friend again. And when I tried to comfort you, Kyle was already doing it. Kenny saw it, too, and he lost it. That’s why he said all those horrible things to you. I was still mad at everything that happened, so I just let him do it, even if I knew you didn’t deserve any of it.” A tear rolled down your face, memories flooding your mind, everything replaying in your head.

“That’s why I got into a fight today. Kyle arrived at the party, and everything was chill until he came closer to Kenny and started yelling at him about everything he did to you and how he treated you. Kyle told the truth and told Kenny how he was aware that I knew the truth. Kenny started yelling at us for not telling him the truth sooner. Then I reminded him that I had told him the truth, and when I least expected it, he was already punching us. He’s really strong. I still can’t manage to understand how he handled the two of us in a drunk state. Kenny and Kyle left, and I decided to come to you. I thought one of them would be already here, but I guess they were too angry to think about it.”

“Want to know something? First of all, I did consider you my friend, maybe not the closest, but a friend at least. I really didn’t know what was going on back in the day. I knew Kenny was mad at me for something but never really understood why. Kyle did help me. He made the last two months of middle school more bearable. But still, the only thing on my mind was Kenny. The months passed, and I thought I would never see the three of you again. Then, in high school, I crossed paths with Kyle, and he told me that he found out the reason why Kenny was so mad at me, and I'm not gonna lie, everything made sense. All the things he told me and the way he acted. But instead of being angry, I kinda understood him. He felt betrayed. After that, Kyle and I just kept moving on with our lives until college came, and we stopped being in contact.” You really missed Kyle. He was your support for so long and stayed by your side. You wished he was still close to you. But before you continued to think about him, Stan spoke.

“I know you and I weren’t that close back in the day. But I do really want to get closer to you now. I needed to tell you the truth before starting something with you, even if it’s just a friendship. I have been debating for years to come here and to talk to you. I’m pretty sure the alcohol and the fact I was so close to your house made it easy for me to come and talk to you. Please, give me a chance.”

He was right. The two of you were friends even if the two of you were closer to Kenny than you were to each other. The moment Kenny started to ignore you, he stopped talking to you. You knew nothing good could come out of something that was already broken, but you do believe in second chances, and that happened six years ago. People change for good, and you were a prime example.

“I will. I might be crazy to accept it, but to be honest. I’m curious to know where all of this will go. And just so we can start with everything out, I kinda knew you were attracted to me. I just played dumb” You turned your head to him only to see a shocked expression on his face. You smiled.

“Was I that obvious?” He hid his face between his hands, embarrassed.

“Well, you would let out a lot, and I mean way too many compliments about anything that involved me. Maybe you didn’t realize you were saying them. But I wasn’t scared or taken aback. They kinda made my day.”

“Really?”

“Yup, and not only that, but they helped me to boost my confidence. And I’m really thankful for that.”

“I’m glad that at least did something good for you.”

So many things were going through your head. So many questions involving Kyle and Kenny. But at least you were sure about something. Everything will come to an end soon, and what better way to go through it than with Stan by your side?

n a v i g a t i o n

[rreaaux]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

🖇️ main 4 x reader / based on seventeen songs!

no beta we die like kenny

✧. *. ⋆

stan marsh ; kidult

- stan never grew up with proper emotional stability

- it explains his emotional breakdowns and anxiousness 

- even after stan entered adulthood, he was still the same stan you dated back in fourth grade

- he never outgrew his emotional antics—laugh like an adult, cry like a child 

- stan tries to be mature and leave the emotional antics behind, but he fails to do both

- when his trying gets too emotional, he clings to you for comfort, like the way he did it years ago

- the little reminiscences of how you and stan spent each other’s youth–

- "just cry all your problems to me, stan. it’s okay; you’re still precious. i’ll stay with you forever, if you want."

- oh, he wished to feel his youth days all over again, specifically the summer he met you 

- he’s the only precious thing in this world

kyle broflovski ; home 

- you and kyle have been each other’s home

- he’s the one you can come home to; you’re the one he can come home to

- he loves the warmth you share with him; it’s a comforting feeling

- but when he’s away, your heart feels a bit cold

- your heart wouldn’t feel at home at all

- but the moment he comes home to you, he’ll hold you

- kyle feels the same when you’re away, but he knows that you’ll come back with your comforting hold

- no matter the distance, you and kyle are still there for each other

- “i have always enjoyed your homey, warm hugs, my love”

kenny mccormick ; second life

- everything about kenny standing in front of you felt familiar

- it feels like you’ve seen this way too many times

- but kenny has lived through it many times, too

- this time felt different, though

- "kenny, this isn’t your first time dying, isn’t it?"

- kenny had to come clean, and it was something that made you really worried

- just what if he stopped reincarnating? it was a lot to take in, but you understood

- the promises kept between: wanting to stay together forever

- and then, on a sudden day, it was you that happened, not him

- it took awhile for kenny to process, but as it turns out, you’re the same as him—an immortal

- "well, i’m happy to keep our promise and live my second life— love you, kenny!"

eric cartman ; getting closer

- it’s when cartman realized that getting closer to you was a drug

- he hates falling in love, but your scent and laugh were enough to make him fall in love

- as you and cartman got closer, it was slowly feeling awkward for both

- from the heartfelt laughs to the blushes and small giggles, maybe there was something blooming in between

- hearts were growing, more of cartman’s silly antics were seen, and a lot of other mutual things

- as more time passed, he started falling more after you kept getting closer to him

- cartman doesn’t want to admit that he likes you, but you did instead

- god, he just couldn’t really believe it

- "fuck you, y/n! you’re going to fucking make my heart burst!"

✧. *. ⋆

guys i love svt im so sorry... these are actually my favorite songs from them LOL

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: *seated in the corner club quietly sipping his mead watching Sofie devour her second helping of dinner as she warms up by the fire*

Kaidan: *walks over* right, I got us a room, might have to share beds though.

Riiju-Lei: I’ll sleep on the floor if it means the kid can have a bed- *groans holding his forehead, rubbing around his birthmark in irritation*

Taliesin: another headache? That’s the 8th one in the last 2 days.

Riiju-Lei: it’s fine. I get them daily just- the blood is pumping so loudly in my head it sounds like a drum.

Kaidan: that could be the mead, I know I get like that after a few of them.

Riiju-Lei: heh. I wish, but no, it happens when I’m sober too… my whole life I’ve just… lived with it… but when it happens I… feel… good… in here. *points to his chest*

Taliesin: it… sounds bizarre but maybe these headaches are linked to why you struggle displaying emotions.

Kaidan: Or he could just have a lump in his brain.

Taliesin: And you would know that would you?

Kaidan: are you calling me stupid?

Taliesin: oh kaidan, my sweet pretty buffoon. If a hungry cannibal cracked open your head there wouldn’t be enough inside to cover a small water biscuit.

Kaidan: You little shi-

Riiju-Lei: language… I don’t mind the swearing when it’s just us but we have a kid travelling with us at the moment… *looks over to the fireplace*

Sofie: *yawns and curls up by the fire after finally filling her belly, all safe and clean in her new dress, just looking so happy*

Kaidan: oh- I. *clears his throat* sorry.

Taliesin: Apology accepted~

Kaidan: I- oh I’m going to beat your ass when we’re alone.

Taliesin: is that a threat or a promise~

Kaidan: I- w-will you stop making this weird!

Riiju-Lei: *snickers and gets up walking over to Sofie & picking her up, smiling as she sleepily hugs onto him* I’m going to put her to bed now and turn in myself… long trip back to whiterun tomorrow… goodnight… *walks off to their room*

Taliesin: …I what time does the apothecary in town open tomorrow?…

Kaidan: dunno, why?

Taliesin: I need to ask what could cause constant headaches like that…

*the next morning*

Sofie: *giggling as Riiju lets her ride on his shoulders as he walks to the stables*

Riiju-Lei: *pays the carriage driver and sits Sofie in the cart* get comfortable dear. *looks over to see Kaidan & Taliesin leading the horses over and tying them to the cart as well to walk along side it* ready?

Kaidan: Aye. *climbs onto kia* you lot get comfy in the wagon. I’ll ride ahead and keep an eye out for trouble.

Taliesin: Fine just don’t get yourself IN to trouble. *climbs into the cart and sets his bag down looking a lot more irritated than usual*

Riiju-Lei: *bundling an extra blanket around sofie before closing the canvas tarp to keep them all warm* are you alright?

Taliesin: I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep too well with a bear growling in my ears, stealing the blankets and farting all night.

Riiju-Lei: a bea- *snorts and laughs* I thought I smelt something terrible last night. Here I was dreaming there was a frost troll trying to break into the corner club. *snickers and sits down hugging his scarf around himself*

Taliesin: I think- that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh- who are you and what have you done with LeiLei?

Riiju-Lei: *visibly smiling with no thought or effort put into it* what? I’m still me- I… don’t know what’s come over me I feel… happy. *hands Sofie a snack as the cart starts moving, and the further away from the stables the more his smile fades* that was… odd…

*meanwhile at the docks*

Scouts-many-marshes: In coming ship! Get ready to pull her into port!

Neetrenaza: I don’t recognise those sails, what type of ship is it?

Scouts-many-marshes: One from morrowind, I think the flags are house indoril. *dives into the water to guide it into port*

*Meanwhile on the ship*

Captain: Lord Nerevar. We’ve arrived in skyrim. *steps back and kneels as a golden skinned elf steps out from the darkness of his cabin*

Nerevar: good… If Voryn is here…*pulls on his hood* I’m bringing him home…

[shortcakeart]

My girl Puddle and her sibs! I hid a bunch of lore below the cut because I can’t stop talking about them. I’m sure I’ll make full body drawings for the other siblings sometime soon.

These are Milkweed and Canopy’s kids, all from the same hatching. I imagine because they are hybrids that the sibling group would be a bit smaller. I also tried to give them names that relate to both the marsh and the rainforest. I also made the assumption that each dragon can either have venom or fire, not both (because that would be OP but also I think the fire would denature the venom? Either way it’s a trade off). They all live with Milkweed’s sibling group near the edge of the mudwing kingdom. Canopy lives there too and commutes to work in the rain forest (which I imagine is pretty easy for a dragon). I imagine the siblings would be omnivores, with some preferring meat or fruit more. Dew drop is probably vegetarian though.

Plaintain is the big wings (I was excited to find out that plantains grow in the swamp and the rainforest. The marsh version is called a mudplantain.). He is tall and lanky like his dad with some fun stripes of rainwing scales over his mudwing scales. He has fire breathing, but mostly looks like a rainwing. He’s a pretty serious guy and can be a bit self important, but he loves his siblings and worries over them. He loves to study and wants to do something very important and scholarly, whether that be a job in academia or going into politics or law. His blue and purple scales reflect his calm but proud nature.

Capybara looks a lot like her mom, but has her dad’s height and long neck and tail. Capybara’s are ALSO in both the marsh and rainforest, which Canopy was thrilled about because they are his favorite animal (which is why she chose that name). She only has mudwing scales so she can’t camouflage or change her colors, but she is the only sibling to have venom. She’s the quietest of her siblings, but very sweet and good humored. Though she doesn’t instigate trouble, she tends to go along with whatever Puddle and Dew drop are doing enthusiastically. She enjoys helping her mother with healing herbs and shows an interest in gardening.

Puddles is built like a mudwing with some rainwing scales and fire breath. She likes to change her scales often to exaggerate her moods, but her go to look is a colorful combo. Even though she was my first idea for an OC, I have the least idea of what to do with her personality and story. I imagine she’s outgoing and adventurous and likes to mess with Plantain because he gets irritated easily. She’ll end up at jade mountain academy like her parents (probably with a few of her siblings).

Dew drop is the smallest sibling (like his mom). He’s built like a mudwing but has entirely color changing scales. He likes to keep them mostly blue because that’s his favorite color and it matches his name, but he lets his emotions show through in some of his scales (which is usually yellow, because he’s a happy guy). Dew drop has a very big heart and has taken to helping Milkweed with her healing duties. He especially loves to cheer up injured and sick dragons. He has never met a stranger and will not stop talking.

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

[Image Description: Two Amino messages from @/ErinThePrettyKitty that read, “Ok, how did these lands as they are now come to be?” and “Were there any, say, wars for the territory or divisions needed to be made?” /End ID.]

I’m just gonna answer this one with text because I didn’t know what to draw for some parts, and because it was taking me too long…

The Unikingdom

The Unikingdom was established on beautiful green hills that basked in the happy sunlight. Its name comes from the unicorns who made their home on these hills many, many years ago. They were silly and over-the-top fun. In their land, quite literally anything could happen.

Other creatures lived on these hills, which the unicorns noticed. And while one unicorn was trotting to the top of a hill, he fell in love with a cat who was relaxing on the top. For a long time, it seemed like that love could never be. No one knew what to make of two completely different creatures being together in this way. Despite everyone’s disapproval and the hardships they faced, the couple stayed positive, hoping they could share their future together.

Sometimes, the constant randomness and mayhem in this land led to excitement. But other times, it threatened to tear the people apart, like when a bunch of massive stony monsters went on a rampage one day. Even as the beasts attacked, that pair of unlikely lovers kept their heads up. They even stepped forward to fight back.

This strong positivity spread to other people who were inspired to put their differences aside and help them. By working together, they struck the beasts down. The couple helped everyone around them see that anything could be possible with positivity and friendship. Thanks to them, all the creatures were getting along much better- and they could finally be together!

Eventually, everyone looked up to the unicorn and the cat, trusting them to be their leaders. They also had a daughter, whom they built a huge castle for. With that, the Unikingdom was born! As the years went by, it became known as the most positive place in all the world.

Much later, someone grew determined to extinguish that positivity…

Swan Lake

Swan Lake began with birds and other woodland creatures settling around the huge lake. At first, these settlements thought they were living next to the sea. But, people from one side of the lake crossed it to the other side, confirming to them that it was a lake.

Most sides of the lake were brought together by one of the earliest Swan Queens. Under her rule, lots of boats and ships were built so that they could travel across the lake, and the rivers spilling out of it, more easily.

The grace and style of the Swan royalty and nobility influenced the people greatly. All around the lake, they tried to emulate their movements and their sense of style.

Not too far away, there were marshes and wetlands home to a special kind of moss that could be used to make clothing. While Swan Lake treated these swamps fairly, Elegancia tried to take more than their fair share. For a long time, it was disputed territory between them, resulting in several conflicts that Swan Lakers know today as the Marsh Wars. There were five of them, and the last one resulted in Swan Lake assuming control of the wetlands. This served as Elegancia’s last reminder to not keep taking more and more.

Swan Lake continued on as a monarchy for centuries, up until an evil sprite named Volehog stormed the palace and overthrew the queen. Even though the people managed to defeat Volehog, she’d severely totaled the palace, and there wasn’t anyone left who could take the throne. A group of swans who had a sisterly bond with one another decided to lead the land, and they became the first swan ministers. They’ve elected ministers to run the nation ever since.

Ice Cream Land

The first civilization in what is now Ice Cream Land is called Daira (because of dairy). It was home to globs of snow who evolved into living frozen treats, as well as tundra animals and ice unicorns. They were best known for their use of bowls and buckets, which they used to collect milk with. Over time, as people discovered more and more flavors in their sugary environment, they started to develop different tastes. This eventually led to Daira collapsing.

For hundreds and hundreds of years onward, the kingdoms that sprung kept breaking up and reunifying again and again. At one point, they were divided into societies based on tastes, such as sweet, sour, savory and bitter. They were then reunified into a land themed around ice. But later on, they broke apart again into lands based on types of frozen desserts, like ice cream and snow cones.

During one era, the people were split into territories based on the three flavors- strawberry, chocolate and vanilla. In the wintertime one day, a group of the citizens decided to combine those three flavors together. Everyone around them loved their combination, and so they went on a tour across the three kingdoms to share it with everyone else. Soon, Ice Cream Land reunified once more into what it is now.

Elegancia

As you may already know, Elegancia sits on a large deposit of gemstones, and so, everything always seems to sparkle there. People noticed this when they first started living on the island. They treated themselves to the luxury and lavishness that the thousands upon millions of gemstones they unearthed brought them.

Later on, there were a bunch of small kingdoms on the island that were based around different kinds of gemstones. They were respectively based on gems of warmer colors, gems of cooler colors, brilliant green gems, multicolored gems, black and white gems, and diamonds. These kingdoms were eventually unified by a gemstone being from the diamond kingdom who was recognized as their king. They've been unified like that since then, and they had big, fancy celebrations every year to celebrate that union.

Originally, the new kingdom was called the Kingdom of Glim. But then came the time when it was ruled by a royal house of colorful doves with sparkly feathers. They led the land to focus on its broader elegance rather than just the gemstones, and so it was renamed to Elegancia.

Marevi

In the earliest days of Marevi, those waters were not a very safe place to live in. While the merpeople and sea animals there were still learning how to live and be, they didn’t take very good care of the world around them. They seemed to be more concerned with taking and surviving with no consideration of their impact on the earth. A creature from the trench, a viperfish, pressured them all into continuously taking and didn’t let them rest for even a minute. They pushed their ocean closer and closer to falling apart at the bricks.

One day, however, they noticed a rather strange something bobbing along the water’s surface. It was a white water lily that had somehow managed to float all the way out into the ocean. They had no idea what this strange flower was or how it got there, but they were shocked and enthralled at how beautiful it was. Of course, it shriveled up some time later, because it wasn’t going to last there for very long.

Then, everybody was addressed by a mermaid who cared about the sea she lived in. She told everybody that, yes, it was beautiful, but it couldn’t have lived for that long, especially not when it was floating around in salt water, without proper care. She said that the merpeople needed to nurture and honor the life of the world, and if they did, then it would give them as much life and energy as that lily had.

From then on, they treated their earth and the bricks it was built with like a friend of theirs, giving to it what they wanted to get from it. As they farmed, they made sure to care for the land they planted on. They came to respect and love the ocean they lived in, which weakened the influence of the viperfish. They ignored it, and it suffered alone in the trench. That was how Marevi was founded.

As the kingdom grew, spanning across many different undersea biomes, they realized that different biomes required different procedures to be cared for. For instance, a kelp forest would need to be attended to more quickly than a wide seabed of golden sand. So, they divided up the biomes to be different regions of the kingdom.

Botania

Botania is known for pioneering farming techniques when their civilization first started developing. They invented, and I mean literally invented, agricultural tools and processes that are still used by people now. The fairies and sentient bugs created techniques that allowed smaller beings to farm. The different biomes were connected through selling their crops to one another.

The nation itself was first founded around a super important tree, located in the forest where the Tree of Vitality presently is. Everybody respected this tree because it provided shelter for them when it was cold or rainy, and it gave them food to eat and seeds to plant. A butterfly fairy was named the protector of this tree, and he and other creatures of every species and size devoted themselves to living with their land.

In the other biomes, people were getting shelter and resources from rainforest trees, tall grasses, desert cacti and tundra shrubs. They held similar beliefs to the forest residents about valuing their land, so they all decided to unite and become what Botania currently is. They formed lots of routes throughout all the biomes to stay connected with one another.

Charm Valley

An ice age happened in this world. And when it did, there was a glacier so wide that, when it finally melted, it created such an enormous valley. When the elves, humanoid figures and fantasy creatures showed up, they were on deep enough ground for them to unearth magic. Over time, the magic spread all throughout the world, but it is and has always been the most concentrated in the valley.

The people of the valley built up their land on finding ways to capture or use this mysterious force. It helped them with gathering food sources, building shelters, and devising their own kinds of tech. They learned about the ten types of magic and what types of magic would work for a particular situation. The earliest kinds of magic to be named were Air and Life.

The people went on to craft tools that they could wield magic with. The earliest known ones were these kinds of beta wands made with sticks, but magic tools significantly advanced with these little charm things that could cast spells more efficiently and effectively. That’s where Charm Valley is believed to have gotten its name, along with the charming, whimsical nature in the magic itself.

Malicious people from both within the valley and outside it have tried to destroy the magic or steal it for themselves. Once, a band of greedy elves raided a village in the north of the valley to try and take the residents’ magic tools. This attack is known as the Stellar Raid now because they were primarily focused on stealing Space magic. Another time, a bunch of woodland animals charged into the valley trying to extinguish the magic, but the people were able to defend themselves and put that threat to rest. Because of this, Charm Valley spent years cracking down on their security and justice systems, hence the mist cloud that hangs around it.

Frowntown

Frowntown was first established by humanoid figures who relied on the rain to bring them bountiful food and water. They resided in a place with consistent heavy precipitation levels. The name of their land has always had something to do with frowning because a leader of theirs was known for having a deep frown on his face, even when he was generally in a good mood. Historians debate on whether the original name of their land is spelled Frawan or Fawan.

The land eventually grew into a big city, thus becoming Frowntown. Back then, they weren't all that miserable, and there weren't any big disastrous things going on there. They were even on good terms with the Unikingdom, and the two lands helped each other out a lot. It was governed by a mayor.

However, when the Doom Lords emerged, they charged into the city to build themselves an office there. To do that, they took over the mayor's office and prompted him to build a new one somewhere else. They took away power from the mayors and turned Frowntown and the Unikingdom against each other. But, even a long time after they did, the mayors are still trying to do their job and tend to their citizens as best they can.

Today, Melancholia is the mayor of Frowntown, and she's doing her best to help her people. Unear and Pericorn understand that it isn't her fault that the Doom Lords are basically more powerful than she is. They're trying to help her fight back against them.

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And that’s all of them! To wrap this post up, I’ll link you to…

[kittykaspbrak]

These 7 fucking 12 year old idiot loser faces snuck their way into my heart and dug a hole in it and that’s where they will reside for the rest of time. I hate these stupid losers that take over my thoughts everday, I can’t do one stupid thing without thinking about them.

I hate stupid Beverly Marsh and her personality as fiery as her hair, her wonderful sense of fashion and her take no shits attitude. I hate how she always puts her best foot forward and keeps her head up high. I hate how charismatic she is. I hate how she doesn’t realize that the guy made for her has always been right in front of her:

I hate stupid Stanley Uris with his unusually peculiar personality, I hate how fucking relatable he is. I hate how logical he is and his curly hair. I hate how smart he is. I hate how he cares so much that he doesnt care. I hate his need for everything to be perfect and even.

I hate stupid Ben Hanscom and his love for Beverly Marsh. I hate the way he wrote a poem so lovely for her. I hate the way he thinks he doesn’t need any friends to be happy. I hate how sweet and caring he is. I hate his strength in architecture and design. I hate how vulnerable he truly is.

I hate stupid Mike Hanlon and his stunning loyalness. I hate how he stayed behind for the losers to make sure they finished what they started. I hate how good of a person he is to anyone and everyone. I hate how he fought to make a change in Derry. I hate how he made sure his parents got the ending they deserved, even though most people wouldn’t care.

I hate stupid Bill Denbrough and his stutter. I hate his admirable leadership and and even more admirable personality. I hate his determination and bravery even when times are rough. I hate how obsessed he can get with one specific topic. I hate how good his art is and how devoted he is to getting what he wants. I hate his charming smile and warm soul.

I hate stupid Richie Tozier and his awful impressions. I hate how he can light up a room by just a sentence. I hate the way his glasses make his eyes look bigger than they are, and the way he pushes them up when they start to fall down his face. I hate how much he is in fucking LOVE with this dork named Eddie Kaspbrak.

Most of all, I hate stupid Eddie Kaspbrak. I hate the way he worries about germs more than anyone humanly possible. I hate the way he’s so annoyingly hilarious and the way he always makes me laugh. I hate how relatable he is as a person. I hate how he’s so oblivious and living in his own little world 24/7. I hate how secretly brave he is and how openly scared he is. I hate his stupid little shorts and his stupid Fannypack and his stupid inhaler that he doesn’t even need and his stupid polo shirts and his stupid watch that goes off everytime he needs to take his meds. I hate how he thinks he has asthma, but really it’s just anxiety creeping around. I hate his dumb smile and his cast that has “loser” with a red “V” drawn over the “S” on it. I hate how fast he talks and his hand motions.

If you haven’t gotten the message by now, I don’t hate these things at all. I admire them, I love them. You don’t understand how much this stuff means to me. I don’t know man, I just had to rant about this. They’ve been eating my heart (cannibal by Kesha much)

I’m honestly just ranting and this took me like 30 minutes but like ughhhh ugh hughguhfhdy I can’t get them out of my head istg they haven’t left in forever

[outofangband]

Reptiles and Amphibians of Brethil and Greater Doriath

I love doing general flora and fauna posts but I can’t fit everything in them so I’m trying to make more specific ones as well! please please feel free to send categories to work on with locations! Or any environmental world building asks!

Note that while I have many specific headcanons about the environment of Brethil, I’m always happy to take suggestions or write environment posts based on specific places (like I did with the Havens based on Southwest Australia)

It’s climate was similar I believe to the deciduous and semi deciduous forests of Central Europe as well as those of non coastal New Zealand and parts of East Asia.

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda masterlist 

Brethil is a forested region west of Doriath and the river Sirion. Though it was not within Melian’s Girdle, it was considered part of Doriath until it was inhabited by people of the Haladin as well as so called woodsmen and wild men. Brethil was a deciduous forest of mainly birch trees, bordered on the south and west by the river Teglin which broke off into several tributaries.

The common pond turtle is found throughout Brethil and surrounding regions in wooded ponds.

Common green lizards and common wall lizards are found in more open areas closer to the region of Nargothrond. Jeweled geckos are another species found closer to the region of Nargothrond but which will occasionally be found within the borders of Brethil in beech trees especially. Brown skinks are found sometimes in Northern Brethil. 

Vernal pools form throughout the woods, sometimes the result of spring rains or groundwater. These provide important habitats for amphibians to lay eggs as there are no fish and thus no significant predators for eggs and tadpoles. Vernal pools can be found throughout Brethil forest.

Fire salamanders live on the south western side of Brethil towards the region of Nargothrond, as they prefer hilly terrain. Crested newts are found throughout the woods but tend to congregate in similar locations during spring before returning to their forest homes.

Smooth newts are a highly adaptable species and can be found throughout western Beleriand outside of extremely mountainous regions. They are some of the least disturbed by human habitation.

Black salamanders are found nearer to the river Sirion and around the river Teglin. 

Common tree frogs are also found in the southwest areas of Brethil in more open areas.

Marsh frogs and pool frogs are found closer to Nivrim and in slower moving areas of the two northern tributaries to the river Teglin. 

Agile frogs can be occasionally found in Brethil though they tend to prefer warmer and drier climates.

In the north west parts of Brethil in the northern reaches of the river Teglin species similar to the genus Amolops in East Asia live in fast moving streams. These are called torrent frogs though that name actually refers to species in several different genuses. 

Geographic and environment notes

-Throughout Sindar culture, amphibians are associated with spring, vibrancy, and metamorphosis. Northern Sindar cultures (as well as some Silvan ones) often have words for the first sounds of frogs in the spring.

[mareenavee]

Token Heroics

For my dearest friend, Jinumon, who threw me this prompt:

Marshes of Morthal First Person Omni Keep the narrator a mystery. Character makes a living in the bogs somehow. 500 words only, due at the end of the day.

without further ado,

Token Heroics

I’m sorry to say that if you’re looking for the kind of story with a happy ending, you won’t find it here. You can blame the nightshade, the deathbells or the utter incompetence of those who claim to be heroes. You can blame me, if it suits. In the end, it does nothing to point fingers. Time does not flow backwards, after all.

The Breton was a simple alchemist, armed only with a silver dagger. This place wasn’t his first choice—it wasn’t anyone’s—but where else do poisons flourish? He knew the dangers; he’d lived here long enough. Had he planned another route through the bogs, he might have avoided chaos, though I have my doubts. It is not for me to care.-> Read the rest on AO3!