#poetry slander (sorry not sorry)

[bostonian-oilers-fan]

Tweets x NHL (3/?)

Part 1

Part 2

[cactusgal22]

What’s many people seem to fail to understand is that I am the original.

I was here first.

I have been here for thousands of years and just because you have shown up does not mean that it is not mine.

Stop taking what is mine.

You have no right to see what I have and decide that it is now yours.

No offshoot plant will ever be as good as the original.

Remember where you came from.

Remember you came from me.

[wintercoatkiszka]

Poets and Promises

Chilly autumn air gets gently blown back as you open the door to your happy place: the vintage bookstore three blocks away from your cramped apartment. Immediately, your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of old paper and the cinnamon candle that the store’s elderly owner always seems to be burning this time of year. The store itself is bordering overstuffed with the towering bookcases filled with paperbacks and limited editions, dressers filled with steamy romances and tables covered in nail biting mysteries, but it doesn’t feel claustrophobic, at least to you it doesn’t, and you rather enjoy spending your days off curled up in one of the ancient puffy armchairs with a new book spread across your lap. You enter the dimly lit space and wave hello to the woman manning the counter before delving into the shelves in search of something new.

At this time of day, you are usually the only one in the shop as most other adults are at work and children at school, but you can hear the unmistakable sound of someone thumbing through pages as you breach the edge of the poetry section. Ugh, poetry. You roll your eyes and crouch down to check out the leather bound historical fiction that caught your eye, but can’t help the curiosity tickling the back of your brain at the stranger but a few aisles over. Why do they have to like poetry? Every true book lover knows the type that reads poetry; usually a seasonal beverage lover, probably a heartbreaker who will have you wrapped around their finger with the first poem that they say reminds them of you. I need to start dating better people, You think with a snicker, realizing that two of your past boyfriends were exactly like that. 

You go back to reading the first few pages of that historical fiction you picked up earlier and decide that you’d like to give it a try. Standing up, the sudden quiet of the building catches you and you realize that the mystery poet has stopped thumbing pages. Maybe they left? Oh well. You head back to your secret reading chair and are just about too consumed in your book to notice the person sat squarely in it, but at the last moment, they startle you and you let out a gasp. He looks up from the book they were reading, Where The Sidewalk Ends you note, and gives you a radiant smile. “Take your seat?” He asks, readjusting to get out of it. His ethereal beauty stuns you for a moment and the only thing that shocks you out of your stupor is the concerned look that his deep, chocolate brown eyes are giving you.

“Um… No. Yes. Uh, kind of? I usually sit here, but you look pretty comfortable and this one’s just as good.” You point to the chair directly across from the beautiful stranger before another wave of panic hits you. Shit, how am I supposed to act normal and read my book with him sitting across from me? He nods and gestures for you to sit down and you do, smiling awkwardly as you do so. You try to tuck into your book, but the sun is reflecting so perfectly off of the stranger’s golden curls, styled ever so carefully, and you’re finding it harder and harder to take your eyes off of his perfect lips, the bottom one caught between his teeth as he chews on it absentmindedly. 

When you aren’t looking at him, you think you can feel his eyes on you too, but every time you glance up, he’s carefully studying the pages before him. Then, while you’re one again taking in his features, he glances up and catches your eye. “Find something more interesting than that book?” He asks, cracking another one of his award winning smiles. You’re too stunned to speak once again and he sighs deeply, setting the book down and sitting forward. “What are you even reading?” He reaches for the book in your hand and you find yourself unable to do anything but let his soft, sturdy hands pull the book out of your grasp, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long on yours. “This looks simply dreadful!” He complains, reading the back of the book and looking at you with a shocked expression.

“Says the one reading poetry!” You retort, finally able to get your wits about you. Defensively, you take the book back and, for a moment, he grips it tight, like he wants to fight for it, before relenting and letting you pull back into your chair.

“Excuse you! Poetry is an art form. Arguably one of, if not the, best genres of literature out there!”

“Oh really?” You ask incredulously.

And so, the two of you enter into an hours-long debate turned author recommendations, turned conversation about yourselves until a beeping from his watch brings the two of you back to the present. “Oh shit,” He mutters, looking at the time. He glances back up at you, the smile shyer than you’ve seen it today back on his face and his cheeks pink from the soft blush that suddenly appeared. “It pains me to say this, but I have to run. Oh, I’m Josh by the way.”

A matching smile and blush appears on your face as you reach out a hand. A handshake might have been a little formal, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with. “Lovely to meet you Josh, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a beautiful soul. I hope our paths cross again.” He squeezes your hand and runs out the door, leaving you staring down at your hand.

Over the next few days, you have begun to explore the poetry section more and more and it is on the fifth day since you met Josh, that you finally decide to sit down with one of the longer collections to read. You return to your corner and sit in your usual chair, once again just the slightest bit disappointed that the curly haired poet is not occupying it. As you settle into a poem about the reflection of a dawning sun on the snow, a soft chuckle hits your ears and you look up to see Josh cradling a biography above you. “Fancy meeting you here. Mind if I join?” You shake your head and he sits across from you, kicking his feet up to intertwine with yours, a bold move you think, and you both settle into the warm domesticity of reading books together.

“Oh, so sorry to bother the two of you, but we’re closing shortly. I’m going to my grandkid’s soccer game, so I’m locking up a little early.” The shaky voice of the owner cuts through the silence and the two of you exchange a glance before getting up, thanking the owner and heading out.

“Y/N?” Josh stops you outside the storefront. “I would love it if you’d come get a bite to eat with me? You can tell me how much you enjoyed that poetry you were reading.”

You dramatically roll your eyes and let out a laugh. “Yes Josh, I’d love to. Must we talk about such a boring subject though?”

[starstruckmoony]

call it what you want.

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

summary - part two of the social media concoction i came up with. it gets pretty tooth-rottingly fluffy in some parts but this wouldn't be a fic of mine if it weren't for the tooth-rooting fluff.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 993

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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[moonsanoverthinker]

PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT VOICE CHANGES IN TMA I WANT THE WHOLE RANT

LETS GO! Expect semi-coherent thoughts and a lot of random side notes. Also I apologise in advance for how long this post is, but then again I was asked for the whole thing and I like to over analyse x

Also second apologies, I didn’t intend for this to essentially become a weird essay / notes hybrid that goes well off topic! x

(This is JonMartin focused because those little men have a permanent place in my head)

Edit: I added the more thingy because then it’s not one super long text post (1. So I don’t have to scroll through it every time and 2. I only just found out I could do that!)

SERIES 1-5 SPOILERS (sorry forgot to add this!)

Series 1 Jon was fairly consistent in how he’d say Martin, usually pronouncing the R and the T, the ‘professional/formal’ way (Gotta try and convince people you are in fact the head archivist) as well as the tone usually being a little harsher when he was making unprompted jabs at Martin. (Also side note, MAG 14 where he talks about Martin maybe getting chopped up, sounding far too happy about that prospect Jon). MAG 22 is where we actually get to hear Martin, after hearing nothing but slander from Jon. Obviously he’s making a statement for a traumatic event but there’s a clear difference in how they speak in terms of confidence with Jon and nervousness from Martin. (Also side note 2, I listened to mag22 again and I forgot how much Martin wanted to prove his experience was real to skeptic Jon, makes me a little sad) That edge is still there in Jon’s voice but it’s softened the tiniest amount at the end when he’s actually providing solutions to Martin (Hurt/Comfort described as work) Then we get to MAG 39 where they have a real conversation! There’s still that ‘professional’ tone from Jon but this is the first time he actually has some form of emotion that isn’t annoyance, instead it’s fear. Also the ghost conversation where it just feels like the roles have flipped, with Jon being the one who doesn’t understand and Martin making fun of him. (Side note 3 I still think one of the funniest moments in MAG 39 when Martin mentions he records poetry on the tapes because of the lofi charm and then there’s the solid few seconds of silence with only the fire alarm sound).

Series 2 is pretty much the same between the two of them, but occasionally we start to see a different side to Martin when he’s answering Jon back. Like the whole ‘accidentally stabbing yourself with the bread knife’ conversation, he answers him a little firmer (like you would to someone you care about deeply) and in MAG 56 when Martins confronted by a paranoid Jon he answers in a firmer way but it feels less like it’s out of care and more just out of trying to diffuse the situation. Series 3 is where things start to change a little, we get Martin clearly being pleased about people saying him and Jon were ‘close’ as well as Jon mentioning ‘office gossip’ where he sounds like he’s attempting to convince himself ‘it’s natural and normal’. (The denial was strong)

Series 4 is where the big changes come from the two of them, and to me it almost feels like a role switch between them. Jon becomes the one practically pining and Martin becomes the one to deny it. There’s Jon demanding to know what Elias did to Martin, the constant asking about him as well as Jon actively seeking Martin out several times. MAG 124 is the first conversation between the two of them in series 4, Jon sounds excited to talk but Martin just sounds flat (it gives series 1 vibes) and this same pattern of Jon’s tone changing while Martins stays flat is carried on throughout. Then we get to MAG 154 (let’s gouge our eyes out and run away!) But first Jon thanks Martin for the ‘intervention’ which has says in that sarcastic tone, Martin jumps to the defence and Jon apologises and that is when Martin almost goes back to sounding how he used to. Then we get to the big we can leave together moments, Jon’s frantically trying to convince Martin and there’s a genuine hope ‘I could derail everything. We could derail everything and then just leave!’ To which he is met with Martin shutting it down with the harsh reality of the situation. Then we get the Mahtin’s (I can hear it, I don’t know how else to write it) and relief from the two of them as they leave the lonely together (I’m not crying) and everything ends in the cabin, nothing bad happens and they just live in Scotland with the cows

We’ve made it to series 5 where things are a little bit fucked! So let’s start at the beginning, Jon just sounds defeated, the thing he’s being trying to stop is everyone’s issue and he feels it’s his fault. Martins trying to sound reassuring and hopeful that things can be changed. Also there’s the various points where they sound almost happy despite the situation, ‘Eye spy literally everything’ ‘You are my reason. Just wanted to make you say it!’ And there’s warmth to the two of them, an oddly refreshing happiness that only comes in those short moments before everything’s awful again. (Side note 4, maybe I’ve got it a little wrong but Martin sounds less nervous in his voice, follows the character development of adapting and becoming a stronger character from dealing with everything) ‘You have to promise me, that your going to do everything in your power to live’ There’s a firmness in Martins voice but it sounds more like he’s either trying to convince himself that Jon would do that or he’s trying to convince Jon to do it. MAG 194 starts with the argument as the reality of it all is finally recognised. Martins clearly hurt by Jon claiming ‘it’s the only option’ resulting in him sounding more frustrated and almost like a petulant child. ‘Breaking his promise.’ ‘That’s not fair’ Jon just snaps at the accusation, despite it being partially true. This argument is similar to MAG 154 (to me at least) because of the pleading and convincing from Jon and the disagreement and bordering mocking from Martin. Jon was in an impossible decision and was attempting to justify his own sacrifice but Martin was mostly focused on the two of them living. ‘Tough! The world doesn’t care what you accept. It just is.’ Is Jons final attempts in the argument, he knows there is limited options and limited survival rates, it’s like he’s accepted the end of it all, then Jon does the statement, proceeds to make a joke of the lack of arguments given by it and says ‘I’m going to go and apologise to my boyfriend’ and there’s the brief smile in his voice again. Jump ahead a little to MAG 199 where we get the somewhat calm before the storm. And there’s a weird calmness to the two of them when they talk but there’s a mix of defeat and acceptance from Jon because he was always going to try and sacrifice himself, and then there’s defeat and hope from Martin because he knew Jon would try but clings to the hope that maybe everything will be okay. Ah onto MAG 200 the one that proceeds to hurt us all, again there’s the acceptance from Jon but also fear and determination to ‘win’ over the fears no matter what it costs him. Martins a mix of betrayal, anger, sadness, fear because well the promise was broken and he was going to be alone again. But it’s the final moments, there’s fear but they still cling to hope that they will be together no matter what happens.

[wander-wren]

i keep seeing shiver slander and as someone who has spent multiple years trying to get everyone i know to read that silly werewolf romance i NEED to list all the reasons i like it, thank you. out of context spoilers below the cut, if you care about that at all. this also devolved into whole series spoilers but it’s still mostly shiver

the text (in my paperback copy) is fucking blue. for the other books which are green/red/orange themed THE TEXT MATCHES this has nothing to do with the book i just think it slaps

speaking of design the og covers are better. color coded leaves and vines with a red blood spatter dot for the i. bc characters get shot a surprising amount. it’s cool sorry

grace is the first protag i ever read who was so relentlessly practical. she has her life plan. she’s very organized. she’s going to college. she doesn’t have time for parties. she’s me except she reads exclusively nonfiction and mystery

she’s like this bc her parents are artsy types and very neglectful, they never got past their college kid phases. actually this is super interesting taken next to something like the dreamer trilogy where art is literally magic. but childhood trauma count: 3

it’s 3 bc they’re so bad at being parents they let her get attacked by wolves as a kid and also she nearly died from being left in a car the following summer

sam is my baby boy. he loves books, he knows a ton of poetry but especially rilke, he bakes bread and makes origami birds to hang in his bedroom and he’s a musician

he was raised by a relentlessly practical but very caring werewolf dude after his parents tried to murder him for being a werewolf when he was seven. childhood trauma count: 4

do you see. do you see how they are each other’s opposites. except for the small detail that sam’s second dad loved him. fuck

beck is sam’s dad and he’s so fucking complicated but i adore him.

they both link their hands behind their head when they’re stressed. they make the same facial expressions. i. cannot. dad and son

cole st clair exists. he’s a canadian rockstar turned werewolf BY CHOICE and he and sam are incredibly at odds over this. cole is deeply suicidal and a genius and i am fascinated by him

i’m gonna get more unhinged. ready? small warning for a few gore mentions

shelby

just. shelby’s scar scene. torturing an alive bird by playing with it’s entrails. “it looked like hamburger when they bit me. it must be hell when we kill something. we must be the worst way to die”

but also: that blink and you miss it scene where she tries to tell sam pretending he can be normal is pointless and he should Accept his wolfishness and she’s fucking up his school papers and beck drags her out and tells her to remember where she came from, and if she ever says that to sam again he will send her back. and shes screaming. fuck. what the FUCK.

i’m gonna repeat that shelby

beck being the one who turned sam bc his wife died and he was selfish and stupid. goddamn

grace when she starts turning in linger. grace who just wants a nice apartment and a red coffee pot. it’s about holding onto the one inconsequential thing as a metaphor for stability/happiness

the first bathtub scene. fuck. FUCK. save your new boyfriend from turning wolf but you have to purposely trigger flashbacks to his childhood trauma. what the fuck

cole not believing in sam’s trauma and dragging him to the bathroom only for sam to have another flashback in front of him

fucking. jack’s death. he’s a dick but holy shit

the scene where sam plays his guitar in the bathtub and Is Okay. ohmygod my heart

beck talking to grace and telling her that sam is more human than the others and being a wolf is torture for him. he’s the best damn person beck knows and beck ruined him bc of his own selfishness and spent a decade trying to make up for it

FUCKING MR DARRIOS DOGS WHAT THE FUCK

childhood trauma count: 6 (i forgot to count shelby)

cole’s voicemails to isabel. dies

cole wants to die so so so much and all his internal monologues about it make me cry

grace and isabel reluctant friendship

i have no idea what book it is but that scene with isabel in the mexican restaurant trying to play normal with her family

that scene from i want to say linger where grace starts vomiting blood and when it’s over the first thing she says is “sam. my hair.” so sad and miserable and its not ABOUT her hair having gunk in it its. a metaphor. please

the fucking helicopter chase scene. it’s not even until book 3 but if there was an adaptation that is the one scene i would want to see

every scene with grace and her parents fucking breaks my heart bc they’re not breaking the law they’re just ignoring her. grace thinking that if she was less of a golden child they would pay attention to her and shes RIGHT bc as soon as she breaks the rules for sam….

isabel and her parents are also so. soo. no one has a healthy parental relationship not even beck and sam

SPEAKING OF WHEN BECK SHOWS UP WITH COLE AND VIKTOR AND SAM IS SO FUCKING BETRAYED? they chose this life but it’s hell for him, he can’t imagine forcing anyone into it

but also the fucking scene where jack kidnaps grace and she calls beck and pretends to have a normal conversation while he tries to get info about her location and jack’s intentions….that’s the scene that always makes me bawl idk why. beck is so reassuring

grace hating poetry until sam reads it to her

CHRISTA. NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT CHRISTA.

she exists in exactly one flashback where she and beck are fighting bc she killed someone (as a wolf) and beck is lecturing her and she’s like “this isn’t a life i’m a monster and i’ll cope how i damn well please” and beck tells her to leave and never come back. and he follows her into the backyard and shoots her.

grace in the mud pit in whatever book that was

to end on a happy note: sam and grace in the golden wood. sam and grace on their coffee/candy store date. grace crying when sam reads her poetry and finally understanding it/art for the first time. sam as a person in winter for the first time in a decade. i cry

[mylittlemermaid221]

in celebration of the release week, rank songs from ttpd in terms of your excitement/curiosity about each one hehe 🤍

omg this is a good one!! Thank youuuuu 🥰🥰

So Long, London - its a tiny bit cliche maybe but London boy was one of my favs from lover so this one is going to tear me apart. I fear it might be like All too well but I also think she could just go full rock and anger and reputation

But daddy I love him - I mean in my head its a little mermaid reference, no doubt. Obviously no one knows how this song really goes so maybe its not a reference but in my head it is and alway will be. Like the film also came out in 1989, thats not a coincidence (sorry just went full clowning swiftie there 😅)

Fresh out of the slammer - Oh my god I need to know what kind of song this is going to be! Like is it anger or is it just so depressing I won't come outside for at least a week after the release? 😭

My boy only breaks his favorite toys - I have a feeling that the lyrics on this one are going to be devastating...😭 Like the whole album will but I have a feeling this will be peak Taylor story telling.✨

Who's afraid of little old me? - Oh again I have this dilemma like whats it gonna be?! how will it sound?! I think it will be slander and reputation and rock and stuff but again its Taylor, it might just be the most depressing thing you've ever heard. 😃

I can fix him (No really I can) - I don't know why but for some reason I'm going for the long titles. 😆😅 Anyway I just think the title is really funny and I need to know if and how she will sing those words.

loml - Another tricky one. I read theories that loml could not only stand for love of my life but maybe she'll end up changing it in loss of my life or something depressing. Maybe it will be about Travis and its just a happy love song! ❤️

Florida!!! - This is definitely going to be like the ultimate summer festival vibe banger, trust me, it will be that. If not, don't blame me. 😜

The tortured poets department - Another one where I don't know what to expect but the title makes me very excited! ✨ I mean its the title track so it must be something good.

I can do it with a broken heart - Again, I need to see the lyrics, I need to know the story she's going to tell.

The smallest man who ever lived - Omg actually I should've put this one higher but its just so many songs I'm excited for! This is another one that I'm like whats the story going to be? Will it be a country genre? Will it be like evermore/folklore? The title give us a little peak thats big enough for us to be like 'oh I know what this is about' but when you go think about it... you know nothing at all.

Guilty as sin? - Another tricky one... to be honest no idea what its going to be about, no predictions about the genre or style or something but the title sounds very promising. That's with all these songs really, the titles are its own poetry and we haven't even heard any of the lyrics. 😍🥰

Clara Bow - Another girl in the taylor universe! If its going to be anything like the last american dynasty, sign me up! I did research about Clara Bow (okay I lied, I saw an instagram real 😆) about it and her whole persona just makes me curious about this song.

Fortnight - From now on we have the song of which I have literally no idea what its going to sound like, whats it about. No thoughts in my head. 😅

Down Bad - The title sounds so cool but thats it. Furthermore I have no idea about this song.

The Alchemy - Maybe is the one lowest on the list the one I'm most curious of because I see this title and I just have zero thoughts how it will be. And I know it will definitely surprise me and end up being one of my faves, that always happens. 😂🥰

Bonus: Bonus Tracks

The black dog 🖤

The manuscript 🤍

The albatross 🩶

The bolter 🩶

I chose the black dog first cause that's the edition I preordered so it already has a special place in my heart 🖤 For the others I just went with the titles that sounded cool to me and like the aesthetics I picture in my head because I have no predictions furthermore, again. 😆😅

This was soooooo fun to do!!! It became quite the essay but I kind of made it my testament which I can refer back to once we hear the actual song. I mean if I got any of my predictions right, you'll know cause I won't shut up about it🙃 Thank you so much for your ask, Bel! 😍🥰 Always love seeing your name in my inbox 💖💖💖

[wintaerbaer]

Listen, that Drabble hurt me a lot tonight but your writing has not??? Declined??? At all??? Everything you write is *chef’s kiss* masterful and I will hear no slander in this household!!!!! I’m excited to read the next one! 💜

oh my goodness, thank you!! 😭 i definitely feel self-conscious and critical of my writing style now because when i was in college, i was writing a ton and also doing a lot of poetry, and i think you could see that lyricism and pacing kind of bleed over. but before last year, i had essentially gone through a 5-6 year creative writing hiatus, and did a master's degree in the meantime. so i think my writing style now lends itself much more to blunt and efficient language (because i was doing all academic and professional writing), and i'm not always the biggest fan. trying my best to get back to my old writing style for my own sake, but i'm glad you are still enjoying it! that makes me feel so much better! <3

(and i'm sorry the drabble made you hurt lol 😅)

[danganronpa-cyberspace]

-Tomoki-Decebel Freetime Event-

[Tomoki is strutting down the hallways, as he often does, looking for someone to torture.]

Tomoki: [Hmm, who shall be the object of my superior attentionnnn?]

Tomoki: [I’ve already bothered Benio an unhealthy amount, Haruki locked me out of his lab, and I’m sure Miliani wants me dead.]

Tomoki: [So who else shall be unlucky enough to come across me?]

[As Tomoki rounds the corner, he comes across Decebel, reading a book of poetry, a glass of wine in his hand.]

Tomoki: [Oh, this poor, poor Romanian boy! Ahahaha!]

Tomoki: Ohhhh, Decebel! It’s Tomokiiiiii!

Decebel: Oh dear…

Decebel: Hello, Ebihara.

Tomoki: How have you been? You seem so down all the time!

Decebel: I am not down, just shy.

Tomoki: Is it because of that hangnail?

Decebel: What hangnail?

Tomoki: That hangnail.

[Tomoki chuckled as he points at Decebel’s pinky finger. On cue, Decebel’s pink finger throbs with pain.]

Decebel: Owww…yes, that hangnail.

Tomoki: I wonder who could’ve done that, hmhmhmmmmmm?

Decebel: You, yes?

Tomoki: Yes! Yes! What a clever man you are! Shake my hand and grace my fingers with your intelligent touch.

[Tomoki holds out his hand, his face full of mock praise. Decebel doesn’t move.]

Decebel: I may be socially foolish, but I am not falling for that.

Tomoki: Stupid bastard, you’re smarter than you seem.

[Tomoki pulled his hand away and dusted it off on his jacket. Decebel could not be less interested in his grand display, and went back to reading. Or, tried to.]

Tomoki: Whatcha reading, Belle?

Decebel: Belle?

Tomoki: You know! Decebel! Bel! Belle!

Decebel: I understand that, but…

Decebel: …that is the best you can come up with?

Tomoki: SILENCE! I WON’T TOLERATE THIS SLANDER!

[Tomoki cracked his riding crop in the air, causing Decebel to flinch. Before Decebel could get lost in his book once more, Tomoki snatched it.]

Tomoki: Ohhhh, poetry! How fancy!

Decebel: Please, give it back-!

Tomoki: Give me a taste of that wine, then we’ll talk!

Decebel: No, just give it back!

Decebel: Or are you too sadistic to understand my reason?

Tomoki: SADISTIC?! AHAHAHAHAHA!!

Tomoki: Those are bold words!

Decebel: I mean, I-

Decebel: sorry.

Tomoki: Oh, I forgive youuuu!

Tomoki: I forgive you in three, two-

[Tomoki tosses the book in the air, and, at the exact same times, Hinato walks by, with his kukai stick on fire. The book catches a bit of the flame, and falls to the ground, on fire. Hinato just keeps walking, earbuds in, unaware of the agony Decebel is in and the agony Tomoki caused.]

Decebel: You…are…

Decebel: EVIL.

Tomoki: Evil? I thought you’d use the word-

[Tomoki walks over to him, and boops him on the nose.]

Tomoki: Sadistic? Ahahahaha!

Decebel: I will get you back! I know I will!

Decebel: You shall rue the day you crossed me!

[Tomoki waved mockingly, and continued to strut down the hallway. Decebel meekly picked up his flaming book, and attempted to blow the flame out. Eventually, he settled on stomping it out. But, by that time, the book had a nasty burn. Decebel sighed, and sat against the wall.]

Decebel: Evil, evil man…

Decebel: …but I believe I am just a bit more so.

[manuscripts-dontburn]

The Ghosts of Rose Hill

Author: R.M. Romero

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

Just because I write a normal sentence like this it does not mean I write quality poetry.

World is pain or something.

Sorry, but this one did not do it for me in spite of having friggin GHOSTS in PRAGUE and the history of my country woven in it somewhere. the main characters came across as whiny and annoying rather than spirited and passionate, the "verse" oscillated between good and very artless. Overall I was not happy. Thankfully it was short, which is not a good kind of praise. Also, Vltava does not flow into Austria. It flows north and then into the Elbe, going on from the city of Mělník to Germany.

Les v domě

Author: Alena Mornštajnová

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★★★☆

Po podprůměrném Listopádu jsem ráda, že zase mohu dát Mornštajnové o něco více hvězd. Jak už je zvykem, slova od této autorky člověk zhltá během jednoho dne, o tom žádná. Bohužel nafouklá kontroverze kolem knihy zcela vyzrazuje hlavní bod, k němuž by si člověk měl dojít - a k němuž Mornštajnová velmi šikovně sype cestičku z oblázků bolestivých vzpomínek. Proto i mé první čtení knihy působilo spíše jako druhé a dojem, který si odnáším, zkrátka něco postrádá.

Prevail Until the Bitter End: Germans in the Waning Years of World War II

Author: Alexandra Lohse

First published: 2021

Rating: ★★★★☆

More of a study than a book (if that makes sense), this publication offers an enlightening glimpse into the German psyche in the latter years of WW2, based mostly on correspondence and unguarded statements of the German POWs (noted down by spies). I would have wished for a longer, more comprehensive book based on more sources, but all in all, this is a good and mostly successful attempt at explaining something many still find incomprehensible.

City of Girls

Author: Elizabeth Gilbert

First published: 2003

Rating: ★★★★☆

A little in the vein of Taylor Jenkins Reid and her Evelyn Hugo universe, City of Girls is one of those books which offer a view of the personal on the background canvas of the historical. I admit that the first half of the book felt like an overlong introduction before the main event and it definitely took me a while to truly rouse my interest. But once it was there, I was interested till the very end. Perhaps it is a shallow book with a shallow main character, but it was this shallowness that made it all feel quite real.

Yellowface

Author: R.F. Kuang

First published: 2016

Rating: ★★★☆☆

An interesting piece of literature that manages to be quite fascinating (with regard to the inner workings of the book industry), somewhat satirical, and yet not at all artful. I had a feeling that R.F. Kuang had a fantastic idea for a book and then wrote it in a week, without really delving into much detail of anything. This could have been both a fantastic psychological thriller/drama or a laugh-out-loud book (if chiseled to ad-absurdum), but it ended up being... fine.

Messalina: A Story of Empire, Slander and Adultery

Author: Honor Cargill-Martin

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★★★☆

How could you possibly write an account of a woman who was supposed to be forgotten? A woman whose name was systematically wiped out, her likenesses erased, her story twisted into a salacious myth? There is precious little to go on when it comes to Messalina, which would hold serious historical value. Honor Cargill-Martin thus pursues the course of trying to introduce the most logical and probable version of the woman based on the cultural, social, and political climate she had occupied, and frankly, it works. Naturally, this means this is not really a biography of Messalina and she herself truly appears only from about halfway point. However, I personally find the Roman Empire and the whole messy (weak word, I know) Julio-Claudian dynasty fascinating, so I did not mind.

A Conjuring of Light

Author: V.E. Schwab

First published: 2017

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

I read half of this and felt like being stuck in one place where everything is action but at the same time, absolutely nothing really happens. I skimmed the rest only to find out there is no twist or anything unexpected. the chapters were haphazardly thrown together and I did not care for a single character. Controversial opinion: this whole trilogy should have been one book about Holland. I just feel so tired now.

In the Lives of Puppets

Author: T.J. Klune

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

I am so so so sorry but unlike T.J. Klune´s other two books in this little "series", this one felt never-ending and too on-the-nose with everything that happened in it. Or perhaps the similar formula that worked for me before simply failed to enchant me again. Also, the robot bordello was just too much for me.

The Courtship of Princess Leia

Author: Dave Wolverton

First published: 1994

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

Well, this was pretty bad, wasn´t it?

Dempsey & Makepeace

Author: John Raymond

First published: 1986

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

Look, as a kid I loved this TV show and if you don´t take it too seriously it can still be enjoyable to watch. that was the only reason why I read this thing, which is a novelization of 9 (out of 30) episodes. And boy, it´s BAD. BAD BAD. BAD. Pushed through for a laugh. Interestingly enough this makes the characters absolutely insufferable - when the characters in the show really made it what it was.

[daechwitatamic]

uahfuahsuhuhaf WAIT I WILL NOT HAVE THIS SOPE SLANDER hahahahahahahaha they may have been a little off-base at times but they were looking out for their dude!!

anyway you already broke the 'u cant be this nice to me' rule once this week so now its off to jail i'm afraid.

i'm sorry (sort of) that this made you cry too lol and i'm glad the poetry worked bc that was the piece of this i was the least sure about!!

anyway thank you thank you thank you for reading and i'm glad you liked this one!!!

My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)

Rating: NSWF - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut

Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.  Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll

Series Teaser:

Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t. 

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.

I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k

II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k

III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k

IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k

V. Say What You Mean | 6k

VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k

VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k

VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k

IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k

X. So I Follow | 7.8k

XI. All of It | 8K

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Extras:

-> The apartment's layout

-> Section II Poetry Analysis

-> Section III Poetry Analysis

-> Section IV Poetry Analysis

-> Section VI Poetry Analysis

-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis

[ao3feed-izch]

To Starve

by TheSnakeService

One can never know hunger until they know of how it feels to be full,

Only after one has gouged themselves sick on delicacies and treats,

One has dived and swam in excessive luxury and gluttony,

Barely having time to sink their teeth into one delight after the last,

Only after one has indulged and devoured to their hearts content,

Can they name the feeling of that absence,

For if someone never had those sins in the first place,

It is simply ordinary to starve.

Or Kachacco hunger games Au because I’m trash and like putting myself in pain apparently

Words: 1519, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Hadou Nejire, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, (onesided)

Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, yeah that tells u all you need to know, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako-centric, nearly everybody died, not Uraraka tho dw, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Not Beta Read, Nearly everybody shows up just tagged important characters, Slow Burn, like so so slow. Like glacier, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Sad Ending, I’ll tell u right now, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Forbidden Love, a little bit, as a treat, Strong Uraraka Ochako, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki gets slandered. I’m sorry my boy someone had to, Poetry, Bad Poetry, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Sorry, Mature for violence, Blood and Violence, Lots of it, I love my boy sero, so he’s gonna be fine dw, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, live laugh love sero

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50699533

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

donald duck pros and cons

i have made the executive decision to make a pros and cons list as it seems like my opinion on donald duck is a controversial one. i have done extensive research for this list you are welcome.

pros:

- probably not a nazi

- his middle name is fauntleroy

- is financially stable enough to care for his nephews

- is colourblind. that’s pretty cool (not for him)

- very angery. mood. relatable.

cons:

- his middle name is fauntleroy

- no pants where are they

- has a sister who is an astronaut. where is her representation disney??

- was suicidal at some point, and probably has ptsd from the war. thats not necessarily bad, but disney has not really portrayed mental illnesses well in the past. i don’t trust them

- when is his birthday??? there are so many answers. pick one dude.

- made a dove leave his mate. thats not cool man

- how does he kiss his homies with his beak?? thats so sad!!

[maraschinotopped]

love how irrationally angry poem analysis texts make me. they just feel so arrogant. looking too deep into things that arent that deep.

"this imagery shows hughes's enormous powers of observation and an exceptional capacity to embody his observations in words" what in the ever loving fuck are you talking about. this is a poem about a jaguar being unhappy in a zoo.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Gotta reblog it here cos tis this reblog that introduced me to the story to begin with. Dont mind me mother em, just me rambling lol ksjsjsjsjsj carry on

[clears throat]

The memory of the scent of almond oil and rosewater burns hotly in his nostrils. He imagines breathing it in as he presses past her maidenhead, hearing her girlish cries of discomfort as he molds her to him, ruining her for any other man, making her irredeemably his. It’s this that finally sends him toppling over the edge, his skin flushed and breathing ragged, ropes of pearly spend painting his fingers and stomach.

Damn talk about corruption kink

Also

Aemond in the corner of the room watching him ^^^ 🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

IM SORRY I SAVED A PIC OF A WRAITH AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

He reaches across to the bedside table to retrieve a cloth and begin cleaning himself up. It’s in this moment of post-peak clarity that he wonders if she’d be better off if he just left her alone. She is such a sweet, delicate little flower. What could the Rogue Prince possibly offer her? It is not in his nature to play the role of the white knight swooping in to save the fair maiden. Would she really have it that bad if she were to simply marry Aemond? A life of predictable neglect awaits her, no doubt, but at least it is one that is safe and comfortable.

????? He having remorse?? Pity??? Hello?? 911???

No. He is Daemon Targaryen - he takes what he wants, and he wants Melessa.

And were back nvm

He knows she wants him too, even if she doesn’t realise it yet.

He knows what

He has never been one to shy away from a battle and she would be his most victorious triumph yet. His family have taken so much away from him over the last two decades. It is about time he took something back; they owe him that much.

😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣 welp BONK 🤠 he aint wrong... I mean yeah morally wrong but like hes got a point as a vengeful spirit

Daemon studies Moryn. He is far too short for a man and obscenely plump. His balding head bears the remnants of graying mousy brown hair, and Daemon wonders if it all migrated south to position itself within the ridiculous mustache which adorns his upper lip. He is quietly grateful that Melessa takes after her mother, and cannot help the titter that escapes him at the thought of this beastly man rutting atop the poor woman.

HAHAHAHH LOUDER I LIVE FOR MUSTACHE SLANDER DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY DOWN WITH THE MUSTACHES and just the way you draw the juxtaposition of the baldness and the mustache 😫😫😫😫😙😙😙😙 mANIFIQUE

Looking around, he captures the displeased gaze of Otto. The older man stands facing the spectacle before him, yet his eyes are narrowed with contempt and focused solely on Daemon. Cunt. Daemon sends him a quick wink which causes him to bristle, turning away with a scowl. If only he knew.

[dramatic anime gasp] 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 daemon x otto confirmed. The real enemies to lovers. The reason why he hates otto so much is because he used to love him so much 😫😫😫😫😫 HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH LOL

Of course he doesn’t. She is nothing more than an obligation passed onto him by his mother. Aemond is unable to look beyond his own self interest far enough to notice the beauty of the Highgarden rose before him. Lucky for her, he does.

PLEASSSSEEEEEEEEE NAUUURRRR 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 THIS OLD MAN WAXING POETRY YUCCXKKKKKKKKK HESS SOOOOO 🤢🤢🤢🤢 CORNNNNNNYYYY 🌽 🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🤢🤢🤢🤢😭😭😭😭👎👎👎👎👎

She sighs, looking away and fidgeting with a lock of her hair. “He hasn’t looked my way once. I doubt he even knows I’m here.”

👹🤬🔪 aemond go to jail party

Of course he doesn’t. She is nothing more than an obligation passed onto him by his mother. Aemond is unable to look beyond his own self interest far enough to notice the beauty of the Highgarden rose before him. Lucky for her, he does.

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 do you rat? SUS. THATS JUST YOUR MOBY DICK TALKING BOI

But get it ig????

Melessa’s eyes flicker cautiously at the people surrounding them, and she lowers her voice as she speaks to Daemon. “The words you have spoken to me since I arrived here outnumber everyone else’s combined.”

OK THATS IT GO GET HER DAEMON DAFAQ?

Bruh couldn't even pretend to like her /////: yuck

“A pity,” he responds, voice filled with mock sympathy. “Perhaps there is still time for you to find a better suited match? Someone who can help you blossom from the pretty little bud you are now into a beautiful flower.”

FIRST OF ALL

SECOND OF ALL I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I AM AVAILABLE TO TAKE YOU UP ON THAT OFFER BARK BARK GGRR WOOF WOOF

He nods to her, carving a swift path through the crowd, eager to avoid the insufferable presence of his brother’s Hand. He is not yet ready for Melessa to meet the side of him that Otto evokes. She’d be lost to him before he even has her, such is the rage that man inspires.

IM SAYIN HAHAHHAHAAHHAHHH SECRETLY OTTO X DAEMON THE SEXUAL TENSION IS REAL HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH

He has a servant fetch him a dozen red roses from the gardens, arranged neatly in a bouquet. A heavy-handed gesture, considering she is from Highgarden and likely sick of the sight of the damnable things. However, he feels the message he intends to include more than makes up for such thoughtlessness.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀AINT NO WAY BE FOR FUCKING REAL NAUR FLOWERS AND A NOTE DESCENDING ON THE HEIGHT IN TO MADNESS

He smirks to himself as he re-reads the scrap of parchment, rolling it up and tucking it into the bouquet. Just innocent enough for plausible deniability should anyone question his intentions - a simple congratulatory gift from the Prince’s Uncle, absolutely not a ploy to suggest she have him instead.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 THE FACT HE THINKS THAT ANYONE WOULD THINK HIS INTENTIONS ARE ANYTHING BUT ILL IS HONESTLY SO

Daemon waits until the following morning to seek Melessa out again, holding the bouquet behind his back once he finds her. Predictable little thing she is, he knows exactly where to look for her. She sits on a stone bench in the gardens, leaning slightly back on her palms. Her pale hair falls in soft, loose waves down her back as the delicate features of her face are turned upwards towards the sun, eyes closed as she basks in its warmth.

[EXTREMELY VIOLENT SCREAMING]

YOURE TELLING ME THIS CRETIN RAT ASS PATHETIC CARCASS OF A MAN GREMLIN INTENDED TO GIVE THE FUCKING FLOWERS TO HER HIMSELF AND NOT SEND IT TO HER ROOM OR SMTH

NAH NAH NAH THATS IT

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I LOATHE HIM I DESPISE HIM I ABHOR HIM I DETEST HIM

[CRYING NOISES]

THE FACT HE HASN'T DONE THIS TO ME IS JUST GIVING STINKY SMELLY MAN SYNDROME AND I THINK HE DOESN'T DESERVE HAPPINESS I HATE HIM YOUR HONOR BRING HIM TO THE PIT JAIL JAIL HELLLLL

Tendrils of doubt niggle at him as he watches her. She is so full of girlish exuberance. Is he really being fair in pursuing her? Will a life with a battle-hardened man twice her age not snuff out her carefree innocence? He supposes it will die a slow and painful death surrounded by the Hightowers and their miserable brood, anyway - a blossoming flower slowly being strangled by invasive weeds. He can at least offer it a quick and relatively pain-free end.

🤨💀 mans going insane. Hes so in love. Its been 2 chapters daemon pULL YOURSELF TOGETHER YOU PATHETIC FUCK

Daemon cannot help but feel a little irritated that he has been robbed of the opportunity to initiate the encounter, such has become the dynamic of their relationship; he enjoys catching her unaware. He knows deep down that his irritation stems from embarrassment. He is not usually one to stand around gawking, and yet he has been caught doing just that.

❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓my pathetic kitty meow meow has a crush 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢👁️👄👁️ JAIL

AND HE LIKE ME FOR REAL ANNOYED AT THE FEELING FUCK YOU DAEMON I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING

His entire demeanour visibly softens, his shoulders relaxing and a faint smile playing upon his lips the moment he sees her light up in his presence. The apples of her cheeks look full and positively velveteen as she grins excitedly. The lack of demureness would surely earn her a scolding from a septa. It is improper, vulgar even, for a lady to smile like that at a man, and yet he is delighted by it. He has made her look like that, no one else, just him.

💀 man insane and delusional. 😭😭😭😭 HE LIKE ME FOR REAL

“A pleasure to see you again, petal.” The pet name is saccharine as it tumbles from his lips and he is quietly pleased when she doesn’t recoil at it.

SIMP ASS SEWER RAT YOURE SLEEPING OUTSIDE

Daemon produces the bouquet from behind his back and sees her grin for the second time that day. The excitement in her eyes is palpable as they shift from the bouquet to his own gaze. He inhales sharply. That bloody grin. There is something wickedly dirty about it, and the worst part is that she is wholly unaware of it. It leaves him longing to press her up against the nearest wall and do everything in his power to wipe it from her face. The lust it stirs within him feels almost suffocating.

sir... Personally, you can practice on me ✨

She reaches to take the roses from him and he lets her, taking note of the fact that she doesn’t wait to be offered them. Typical behaviour of a spoiled highborn lady. Impatient little thing, she is. It is nothing that can’t be fucked out of her, though.

🤨🤨🤨🤨 EXCUSE ME LIZARD MAN

You offered the roses to her already by saying you brought something for her???? Hello????? yOURE SO SICK AND MAD AND DELULU YOU CANT EVEN KEEP TRACK OF YOURSELF EWWW

“You must be positively bereft,” he teases. “I am glad I am able to make up for his most tragic shortcomings.”

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 [CRIMINAL BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE]

He watches as she circles a dainty index finger around the petals of a rose. He cannot help but wonder if she touches herself with such care. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as the thought causes his cock to stir in his breeches. Melessa’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 HEEEL YOU SICKO

But also

“I could marry you instead.”

🤠 BONK 🤠

“Yes.” Her reply is instant. “I have enjoyed your company far more than I have enjoyed Aemond's. We are a better match. I know you have the power to make it happen.”

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“Very well,” he says, passing the bouquet back to her. “I shall make it so.”

Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Chapter Two

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x original female character (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Sexual themes. Word count: ~2.5k

Chapter summary: Daemon battles with self doubt and Melessa makes a bold proposition. Series summary here.

Endless thanks and all the love to my absolute ride or die @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for cheerleading, beta'ing and just generally being the bestest fandom boo a gal could have.

Daemon’s thoughts are filled with Melessa when he awakens, his hand lazily slipping beneath the bedclothes to relieve his arousal. Images of shining flaxen hair, rosy petal soft lips and wide cerulean eyes cloud his mind as his fist moves rapidly up and down his hardened cock. 

This is the second time since their meeting in front of the tapestries that he has found himself in this predicament. He’d feel embarrassed were it not the only thing preventing him from marching through the halls of the Red Keep, throwing open the door to her bedchamber and tearing her asunder as he presses her into the mattress.

The memory of the scent of almond oil and rosewater burns hotly in his nostrils. He imagines breathing it in as he presses past her maidenhead, hearing her girlish cries of discomfort as he molds her to him, ruining her for any other man, making her irredeemably his. It’s this that finally sends him toppling over the edge, his skin flushed and breathing ragged, ropes of pearly spend painting his fingers and stomach.

He reaches across to the bedside table to retrieve a cloth and begin cleaning himself up. It’s in this moment of post-peak clarity that he wonders if she’d be better off if he just left her alone. She is such a sweet, delicate little flower. What could the Rogue Prince possibly offer her? It is not in his nature to play the role of the white knight swooping in to save the fair maiden. Would she really have it that bad if she were to simply marry Aemond? A life of predictable neglect awaits her, no doubt, but at least it is one that is safe and comfortable.

No. He is Daemon Targaryen - he takes what he wants, and he wants Melessa. He knows she wants him too, even if she doesn’t realise it yet. He has never been one to shy away from a battle and she would be his most victorious triumph yet. His family have taken so much away from him over the last two decades. It is about time he took something back; they owe him that much.

It is almost noon when Daemon walks out into the training yard. A crowd has gathered to watch Aemond spar with Alicent’s personal guard, Ser Criston Cole, an obvious show for the sake of the visiting Tyrell family. Daemon can’t help but notice with a smirk that Rhaenyra and her sons are absent from the gaggle of spectators. How thoroughly unsupportive. 

As Daemon observes, he is struck by the skill with which his nephew fights. There is a fluidity to his movements which is surprising, considering his impairment. However, it is not Aemond that he is here for. His eyes scan the crowd and he spots it; long, pale blonde hair gleaming in the afternoon sunshine. Melessa. He moves closer, pausing when he sees the portly figure of her father, Moryn, standing beside her. Perhaps not the best idea to engage her in idle chit chat while he is present.

Daemon studies Moryn. He is far too short for a man and obscenely plump. His balding head bears the remnants of graying mousy brown hair, and Daemon wonders if it all migrated south to position itself within the ridiculous mustache which adorns his upper lip. He is quietly grateful that Melessa takes after her mother, and cannot help the titter that escapes him at the thought of this beastly man rutting atop the poor woman.

Looking around, he captures the displeased gaze of Otto. The older man stands facing the spectacle before him, yet his eyes are narrowed with contempt and focused solely on Daemon. Cunt. Daemon sends him a quick wink which causes him to bristle, turning away with a scowl. If only he knew.

As Aemond works to drive Criston backwards, the crowd shifts and disperses, making way for their movements. Daemon is delighted to find himself finally standing next to Melessa.

He takes in her downcast expression, the glassiness of her eyes and tight line her usually full lips are set into. She is bored. Smug satisfaction blossoms across Daemon’s features as he looks down at her with a wry smile.

“Hello again.”

He cannot help but notice the way her face animates as she looks up at him, her blue eyes practically light up as those soft petal lips curve upwards. So she does feel the same way.

“Daemon,” she breathes happily.

“Is your betrothed keeping you entertained? You look positively riveted.”

She sighs, looking away and fidgeting with a lock of her hair. “He hasn’t looked my way once. I doubt he even knows I’m here.”

Of course he doesn’t. She is nothing more than an obligation passed onto him by his mother. Aemond is unable to look beyond his own self interest far enough to notice the beauty of the Highgarden rose before him. Lucky for her, he does.

Feigning concern, Daemon pouts slightly. “Oh? Are you not spending much time together?”

Melessa’s eyes flicker cautiously at the people surrounding them, and she lowers her voice as she speaks to Daemon. “The words you have spoken to me since I arrived here outnumber everyone else’s combined.”

“A pity,” he responds, voice filled with mock sympathy. “Perhaps there is still time for you to find a better suited match? Someone who can help you blossom from the pretty little bud you are now into a beautiful flower.”

“And who might you suggest?” she asks, eyeing him curiously.

He is about to open his mouth to respond when he catches sight of Otto and Moryn making their way towards them. Shit.

“Another time perhaps, my lady.” 

He nods to her, carving a swift path through the crowd, eager to avoid the insufferable presence of his brother’s Hand. He is not yet ready for Melessa to meet the side of him that Otto evokes. She’d be lost to him before he even has her, such is the rage that man inspires.

Daemon does not see Melessa for the rest of the day, but her absence allows him to put into action a plan that has been brewing inside his head ever since she admitted to Aemond’s neglect of her.

He has a servant fetch him a dozen red roses from the gardens, arranged neatly in a bouquet. A heavy-handed gesture, considering she is from Highgarden and likely sick of the sight of the damnable things. However, he feels the message he intends to include more than makes up for such thoughtlessness.

“To a beautiful bud: I hope you find someone that makes you bloom.”

He smirks to himself as he re-reads the scrap of parchment, rolling it up and tucking it into the bouquet. Just innocent enough for plausible deniability should anyone question his intentions - a simple congratulatory gift from the Prince’s Uncle, absolutely not a ploy to suggest she have him instead.

Daemon waits until the following morning to seek Melessa out again, holding the bouquet behind his back once he finds her. Predictable little thing she is, he knows exactly where to look for her. She sits on a stone bench in the gardens, leaning slightly back on her palms. Her pale hair falls in soft, loose waves down her back as the delicate features of her face are turned upwards towards the sun, eyes closed as she basks in its warmth.

She is doubtless missing the lush greenery of home, so the Red Keep’s gardens provide her a much needed sanctuary from the barren stone labyrinth that is King’s Landing. Dragonstone is even more desolate and gray than the capital. He wonders how she will fare on an isle where nothing grows.

Tendrils of doubt niggle at him as he watches her. She is so full of girlish exuberance. Is he really being fair in pursuing her? Will a life with a battle-hardened man twice her age not snuff out her carefree innocence? He supposes it will die a slow and painful death surrounded by the Hightowers and their miserable brood, anyway - a blossoming flower slowly being strangled by invasive weeds. He can at least offer it a quick and relatively pain-free end.

Clearly aware she is being watched, Melessa opens her eyes, turning her head to face him.

Daemon cannot help but feel a little irritated that he has been robbed of the opportunity to initiate the encounter, such has become the dynamic of their relationship; he enjoys catching her unaware. He knows deep down that his irritation stems from embarrassment. He is not usually one to stand around gawking, and yet he has been caught doing just that.

His entire demeanour visibly softens, his shoulders relaxing and a faint smile playing upon his lips the moment he sees her light up in his presence. The apples of her cheeks look full and positively velveteen as she grins excitedly. The lack of demureness would surely earn her a scolding from a septa. It is improper, vulgar even, for a lady to smile like that at a man, and yet he is delighted by it. He has made her look like that, no one else, just him.

“A pleasure to see you again, petal.” The pet name is saccharine as it tumbles from his lips and he is quietly pleased when she doesn’t recoil at it.

“And you, Daemon,” Melessa replies, rising from the bench and walking towards him. The grin has left her face, yet her eyes continue to shine with excitement. “A wonderful morning to be in the gardens.”

“Yes, quite,” he smirks. “I’d heard a radiant flower had rooted itself here and had to come and see for myself.”

“Oh, really? Might I help you find it?” She cocks her head, her pretty face a mask of curiosity as she gazes up at him wide-eyed.

Daemon has to suck his teeth to suppress the laugh attempting to force its way out of him. Precious little darling doesn’t understand his innuendo at all. How sweet. His eyes travel the length of her body appreciatively before returning to her face.

“Yes, let’s walk,” he decides. It would be far better to bestow his gift upon her away from prying eyes. He is beginning to feel foolish standing with one arm obscured behind him.

He takes the liberty of placing his free hand on the small of Melessa’s back as they walk, smirking to himself when she makes no attempt to stop him.

“I have something for you,” he says, coming to a stop and turning to face her once he is satisfied they’ve ventured far enough away from the Keep.

Daemon produces the bouquet from behind his back and sees her grin for the second time that day. The excitement in her eyes is palpable as they shift from the bouquet to his own gaze. He inhales sharply. That bloody grin. There is something wickedly dirty about it, and the worst part is that she is wholly unaware of it. It leaves him longing to press her up against the nearest wall and do everything in his power to wipe it from her face. The lust it stirs within him feels almost suffocating.

“They are beautiful. Thank you.”

The sincerity of her gratitude makes him feel like he has just gifted her the stars in the sky. Daemon stands a little straighter, basking in her gratitude. 

She reaches to take the roses from him and he lets her, taking note of the fact that she doesn’t wait to be offered them. Typical behaviour of a spoiled highborn lady. Impatient little thing, she is. It is nothing that can’t be fucked out of her, though.

“I suspect you have been overwhelmed by gifts from my nephew since your arrival, but I wanted to show a token of my own appreciation.”

He watches as she circles a dainty index finger around the petals of a rose. He cannot help but wonder if she touches herself with such care. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as the thought causes his cock to stir in his breeches. Melessa’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.

“He hasn’t, actually,” she says solemnly, still focusing on the flowers. “Aemond and I don’t spend time together unless it is arranged by his mother or grandfather.”

Daemon is thoroughly unsurprised by her revelation. Aemond doesn’t strike him as the classically romantic type, likely never making her grin the way that he has twice. He likes to think that that is a smile that’s just for him.

“You must be positively bereft,” he teases. “I am glad I am able to make up for his most tragic shortcomings.”

He watches as she plucks the note from between the flowers, taking the bouquet back from her so that she may unfurl the parchment between dainty fingers and read it. If she catches the meaning behind his message, she does not show it.

She fixes him with a steady, unblinking stare, full of seriousness. “Perhaps you could make up for all of them?”

Daemon swallows thickly. Hot prickles of panic dancing along his spine, in spite of his stoic exterior. “And how would you like me to do that?” 

He already knows what she is going to say, but there is a small part of him that is hoping she won’t. Her next utterance hits him harder than any strike from a sword ever has.

“I could marry you instead.”

The jut of her jaw, the look of determined defiance that is almost a silent challenge brings him back to fifteen years previous. “Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife.” He’d felt the same dread and panic when Rhaenyra had propositioned him, and he had fled. Could he do the same to Melessa? It would be cruel to abandon her after having pursued her so avidly and actively encouraging her distaste for Aemond. But at the same time, is marrying him instead really the right thing for her?

“Is that really what you want?” he asks, searching her expression for any hint of hesitation. He sees none.

“Yes.” Her reply is instant. “I have enjoyed your company far more than I have enjoyed Aemond's. We are a better match. I know you have the power to make it happen.”

So, the delicate flower is fearless. Daemon is quietly impressed by her. He has run from what he wanted once before. He will not make the same mistake again.

“Very well,” he says, passing the bouquet back to her. “I shall make it so.”

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poem, entitled “bad days”