#opponent pov

[calculust-prime]

Look out into the distance with me and picture this...

Imagine the softest boy that ever was soft

...is trying to fucking kill you

Thank you for your time.

[red-might-be-dead]

omg

[pinkxpantha]

Mute in the Language of Love

- Lynette x FEM! reader

#: synopsis- Lynette is pining hard for her friend. A not-so breaking news, she's not that experienced in the field of love. But maybe you'll help guide her in this unexplored biome

#: cw- 1.4k words, you/her pronouns, winners love winning, canon complient, non-established relationship, mutual pining, fluff, reader is implied to work with reviewing books or something, reader implied to be older if you squint and look through a magnifying glass. cup'o'tea

Lynette didn't think of herself as the type to fall in love and fall so hard. As though an arrow was shot into her eye, blinding her of her own environment as she fumbled and was tossed by the world around her.

That swirling in her chest was unfamiliar, the rhythmic pulse of her heart felt as though she could feel the texture of her own ribs whenever she was with you. 

You were a fascinating girl, and you filled her mind more often than she'd like to admit it.

She'd be foolish to think she could keep her feelings hidden for so long, but she didn't expect to be found out so quickly.

It might've only been three hours since Lynette herself realized what that bubbling of her chest meant each time she stared at you. And it only took three minutes for Lyney to become absolutely insufferable. 

Any time she was with you and he just so happened to be in proximity, She'd see his teasing looks directed at her, small smirks flashed her way when the corners of her lips twitched upwards at something you said.

"Lynette, when are you going to tell her?" He pestered her at least once every day. 

It wasn't that she didn't want to tell you anything; each day she suffered in longing wondering if she could hold you in her arms and live with your touch always being available to her, too familiar to forget.

Yet she worried about how her words may come across, if it was too direct, how would you react? Do you like grandiose gestures? (as much as she'd prefer not to make her feelings into a public spectacle it was still an option.) Or would even a heartfelt note suffice?

But Lyney, the ever clever and somehow helpfully-unhelpful man he was told her to 'Just ask her'

Safe to say Lyney got a face full of pillow that night. (Look what you've done, reduced her into this immature mess..)

 The next person to recognize her love filled gazes; one that would commonly be interpreted by those passing by as almost soulless despite how drunk her soul was off of her love for you, Was her younger brother, Freminet.

He had seen the two of you walking down a pathway close enough to one of his usual diving areas to see that soft smile on her face, Lynette's gentle gaze on you as though you were the most precious being in the world.

It took three days for Lynette to even muster up the courage to talk about romance with you; and she didn't even bring the topic up.

It didn't take long to find you, as if an internal compass pulled her into your direction everyday. She walked up to the table you were sitting at, a book rested in one of your hands and a cup of tea in the other.

"What is that you're reading [Name]?" She asked, stirring you out of the focused concentration you held when reading. (Was it so bad she found it cute when your brows furrowed after reading a sentence a bit too quickly?)

"A friend recommended me this book from Yae publishing house," you said, slipping a ribbon in between the page you were reading, showing her the title of the book in your hands. "It's a romance but I wouldn't say it's all too romantic." 

She looked at the cover, reading out loud. "'Engaged to my Lover's possessed body..?' It sounds out of place for that genre, it's a bit...?" 

"Scary? Definitely." You finished for her, the curve of your cheeks becoming more pronounced as you smiled with amusement at her confused reaction. "It would be horrifying to wake up and suddenly someone you know well-- isn't them?"

Lynette hummed in response, "When you put it like that, I wonder how the author came up with that plot." To which you rested your head on the knuckle of your fingers.

"It really depends on how it's written. Good chemistry is good chemistry," you said before looking at the chair in front of you. "If you have the time, you can always have some tea and chat with me Lynette." You offered.

Lynette's ear twitched at your offer. She sat down with a 'Thank you' quickly feeling all her surroundings melt away into a fading background noise with you.

You went over to one of the staff, placing her order for her. Something you had already known by heart, Lynette liked the sharp bitterness of her tea, and she also liked a sweet aftertaste. Tea and biscuits was a perfect combo.

Soon you returned back to her, the sun coating you in it's rays as though it was accepting you to be of the same caliber.

In some ways you were the sun to Lynette. "Are romance books something you read often?" She asked as you sat back down in front of her. 

You held your position in thought, "Outside of reviewing books I wouldn't really say so. I definitely do have an appreciation for the romantic but its always better when you can see it on someone's face." You looked off into the streets of fontaine

Your eyes followed that of those walking together. Different pairs of couples with their arms interlaced with one another, "That look in their eyes, treasuring someone so much that they could stand out in any crowd. That's more satisfying than any well-crafted line of text."

Lynette wanted to beg you to look at her, to see how her pupils dilated each time she looked at you as if she wanted to take in your whole essence and keep it imprinted onto your brain.

"It sounds like you speak from expirence."  Lynette commented, a selfish part of her wanted to be the only one that could show you love on such a grand scale. But her love for you was unique in its own way. She would be the one walking with you as you recited poems from across teyvat that you remembered in that moment.

That love was hers.

"I guess you could say so, I have fallen in love before." You said after taking a sip from your own tea making her remember her own neglected tea. You turned back your head to face her.

Lynette hesitated, her mouth slightly parting as she asked, "If it's not too personal, could I hear more?" You nodded, "Of course."

"I love for simple reasons," You said, your hands folded on your lap as you watched Lynette. "They would listen to me as though I was the only sound they could hear." Your gaze dusted her cheeks like a feather, as if she could feel each movement of your pupils.

"And I watched them as if they were the only moving thing in a still world. " You said.

"Do you still love them?" Lynette asked, her words tumbling out almost instantaneously. Maybe if you were a bit closet to her you might've heard the waver of her breath or seen how her tounge rubbed against one of her teeth. 

 "I don't think its possible to ever stop loving." You responded, Lynette's breath caught in her throat, the vertebrae of her spine keeping it trapped as she looked back at you. 

How Lynette wished she were an artist so she could draw that fondness of your face over and over again, and feel her stomach explode and contort with each rendition. 

Lynette's mouth twitched into a small, barely noticable smile "I guess that's what makes absence hurt so much." She said.

You nodded, "Love really is a beautiful thing." You responded. 

The two of you sat in each other's company for a few more minutes, drinking into each other's presence in a comforting silence as you sipped your tea.

It was only a few minutes afterwards when Lynette placed her cup down with a clink, the empty teacup placed back on its holder.

"Thank you for staying with me for a while." You said, not finding something of substance to make her stay and talk with you some more, but also not wanting her to leave.

She stood up and gave a slight bow to you, "Of course. I enjoy your company." Those soft monotone words padded your ears in a comfort she probably didn't even mean to give.

"I'll see you soon?" You said to her.

"Yes, soon." She responded 

You watched as she walked off into the distance, her figure fading with each step. You let out a soft sigh, glad you could talk about love with her, even just for a moment. In three seconds you already missed her so.

I literally spedran this, it's 3:29 am and I have not proofread it, I will come back to fix mistakes tho 😁 trust ( ≧ꇴ≦)

its actually 1477 words but who's counting [proud]

[waketoearth]

when you finish work at 5pm and the cunty vampire flash mob starts at 5:15 🤦

[ultr4vjolence]

@givemea-dam-break i need to be put in a loony bin yoooo 😭😭😭 hey so it's not even Funny anymore. (also, every universe mulan is now lady aoro in my hc???? i guess??? FUCK IT WE BALL🙌)

[fcbgavi]

them happy >>

[freshlobotomy]

love me only till this spring

오 lilac

꽃이 지는 날 good bye

[fleshmouth]

See How (See how it goes)

[starscr0ss]

i actually have a hard time understanding childe's character and is mostly because of other people's takes + im like so scared of mischaracterizing him

[qweerty30]

❗️Eye strain warning❗️

AFFgGfHhhJkKkkKkKKkKkK

Yeagh!!

Delata run!!!

[bonefall]

What are Bonefall Brokenstar's thoughts on Cannon Yellowfang and how she thinks she deserves kitty hell while she's alive?

(Also, does Bonefall Yellowfang think she deserves constant punishment?)

Bonefall Brokenstar sees Bonefall Yellowfang like an obstacle, someone who will stand in the way of getting what he wants. She was also sassier than Canon Yellowfang, who based on Yellowfang's Secret, only developed that sarcasm late in life. BF Yellow was practically strong-armed into taking on Runny as an apprentice but growled,

"Fine! But with a name like Runningpaw, I will make his name Runningnose if he's a bad apprentice."

So, with that in mind, I think BFBroken would find Canon Yellow to be very... sad. He'd think the Canon versions of his family's super messed up and not want to sit with that. He would really be made incredibly uncomfortable by the "bizarro" versions of his Clanmates sdgfsdfg

Raggedstar stupid?? Yellowfang sad?? Runningnose nice???

He would want to go home soooo badd, even if just to crawl back into his little SkyClan tree

(But yes Bonefall Yellowfang IS actually consumed by guilt; she's just more consistent between TPB and 'Bonefall Yellowfang's Secret'/Brokenstar's Cataclysm. Snarky, independent, self-loathing.)

(Also also Brokenstar probably never figured out Yellowfang was his biomother... but only because he really didn't care. If he ever raised the question to Runny he would have just said, "probably yellowfang. why?")

[mdogatinlayothree]

Okay but is it really a DIY pride bracelet if you didn't do it at midnight while also frantically cramming for the exam you thought was on the next friday and not at 9AM THE NEXT DAY

[conanssummerchild]

starting to wonder if i should maybe... yk take breaks if im gonna crochet for nine hours 🤯

[yokintsugi]

not me taking the character arc quiz for haji and getting tragic hero...

[angeltism]

rose petals, red n hearts for the ask game :3

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rose petals: spend time together . . . any form of spending time together ! sadly I've never actually gotten to reaaally do any of these things as my relationships have been few (2) n nawt super affectionate , but . . . online it'd be stuff like spending hours talking , playing co-op games together , purrhaps voice chatting , idk stuff like that ? and irl I looove the idea of going shopping together , going to stuff like comicon or simply just parallel playing with eachother in close company . . . but I'm nawt picky , anything that allows me to spend time with the one I love makes me super duper happy !!! :3

red: depends . . . how close is the friend ? why'd they break up ? are they on good terms ? if the breakup was bad (cheating was involved , the ex was a piece of shit to my friend , or idk they're generally on bad terms) then no , absolutely nawt . if they just,, figured out they weren't compatible n broke up amicably n are chill/friends with eachother then I don't see why nawt !

hearts: answered already but I'll answer again for the sillies ~ short answer no , long answer no but I very much will doodle anything and everything that reminds me of them on pages !! normally I suppose they're in sketchbooks , but I've also def doodled on note pages or worksheets I've had ! liiike one of my past sketchbooks was full of oc x oc of me n my first ex ( we hate this guy I have to mention that every time I mention him he's a piece of shit ) , there are quite a few shizun.anos n akit.oyas in my sketchbook from the start of this year ++ even nyeow there's a few little doodles I wouldn't have otherwise drawn were it nawt for some . emotional reasons , shall we say ? in my current notebook I've been supposed to be using for science fufu ! ^_^

[figbian]

i’ve read (from classicists who write about disability in the ancient world!!!!!) about how disabled people lead ‘deficient’ lifestyles in the ancient mediterranean and i’ve been thinking a lot about that, too. there’s an argument to be made that disability is way more commonplace in the ancient world, and in particular mobility issues—which perhaps then might be worth thinking not as ‘deficient’ then but part of how life should be conceptualized? obviously as a disabled person the language of ‘deficient’ bothers me, but further as a historian it bothers me because it places a judgment on quality of life i’m not sure actually helps contextualize how we think about the ancient mediterranean.

the suggestion of oedipus solving his riddle because he’s hyper aware of how humans walk due to how he walks, for example, is a much more interesting analysis to me, not just because that makes oedipus’ disability a ‘good’ thing but because it complicates his relationship with his disability, where it’s neither entirely good nor entirely bad but simply a part of his life and story that affects him in certain ways. this is further complicated by the fact oedipus is a fictional character and so he should be examined under the lens of narrative prosthesis rather than understood as ‘historical’ BUT my point still stands that approaching disability as complex leads to really interesting analysis.

all this to say i really wish there was an interest in disability because it’s written about in unique ways in the ancient world that are so unlike our own, and often disability appears in Roman texts as ‘bad’ as a narrative or rhetorical tool, which begs an (unanswerable but delightful) question: was disability really seen as bad, or is it easy to write off the way authors use disability because we now think of disabled people as leading ‘deficient’ lifestyles?