#rediscovering one of my childhood crushes

[queer-ragnelle]

how would you write galahad's birth and/or lancelot/elaine without deceit? and has that been done before anywhere?

Hello there!

Thankfully there are plenty of ways to write the conception of Galahad without deceit if that's what one would like to do! The way I personally handle it shall remain a secret until my book series is published and you can read about it there. ;^)

But here's a list of media in order of release that includes Galahad and Lancelot without any deceit by Elaine. I'll also mention examples that dodge a mother figure entirely, just for those seeking Galahad content without having to read/watch uncomfy scenarios.

The Birth of Galahad by Richard Hovey

In this play, Guinevere is pregnant while Arthur & his men are away at war. Elaine "Ylen" is also present as Guinevere's childhood friend. The story opens with Brisen & Dagonet discussing their respective mistresses situations, as Ylen, newly widowed, has agreed to pass the baby off as the posthumous heir of her late husband, & not the secret love child of Guinevere/Lancelot. The story swaps perspective been the women [+ Dagonet] & the men at war across the sea, each fretting about the other group. Eventually, Galahad is born to Guinevere, named after his father.

The Story of Sir Launcelot and His Companions by Howard Pyle

The Story of the Grail and The Passing of Arthur by Howard Pyle

Elaine lives at Corbin with her father Pelles, brother Lavaine, & nurse/adoptive mom Brisen. Lancelot wears Elaine's favor in the tournament & nurses him back to health after he's wounded. Once healed, he returns to Guinevere & is rebuffed. He spends some time mad but is discovered & healed again by Elaine. During that time, he comes to love her & proposes marriage. They move out of Corbin to the Isle of Joy, named for their happiness. Eventually, Percival & Hector discover Lancelot & deliver the Queen's will that he should return to court. He brings wifey Elaine with him, they meet up with Ewaine & his wifey Lesolie, & go to court. Guinevere makes Elaine her handmaiden which separates her from Lancelot. Brisen facilitates visits at night in the women's quarters which isn't allowed, so when Guinevere finds out, Elaine is banished. Lancelot doesn't go right away as he tries to smooth things over. Elaine ends up having to stay at a priory as she falls ill, & remains there for months, all the while pregnant. Eventually she has Galahad, who first meets Bors & Gawain led there by Lavaine. As Elaine lay dying, she charges everyone to secrecy, & Bors to bring baby Galahad to the nunnery to be raised. She passes, then Lavaine places her in the barge & guides her down the river toward Camelot, where Lancelot discovers her & is chastised by Lavaine for killing her. Galahad is introduced in the next book when Lancelot & his kinsmen rediscover him & knight him. Lancelot had not known he existed.

The Adventures of Sir Galahad (1949)

This show opens with Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot, Merlin, & Morgan le Fay watching the joust from the gallery, while Mordred & Bors dominate the competition. A Fair Unknown arrives & defeats them, revealing himself to be called Galahad. Before he can be knighted, Kay assigns him guard duty over Excalibur, & it's stolen after Galahad is drugged into a deep sleep. While Mordred is quick to accuse Galahad of trickery, Lancelot stands up for Galahad & convinces Arthur to give him the chance to make amends. Everyone sets out in search of the sword. It's never explicitly stated whether Lancelot is the father of Galahad or who his mother is, but they work together, along with Bors & the Lady of the Lake, to restore Excalibur & fend off the Saxon invaders.

Knights of the Round Table (1953)

Elaine is introduced early when Lancelot happens upon her while riding. After they're ambushed & rescued by Arthur, her brother Percival comes to take her home to Astolat. Later they come to court & Elaine's crush on Lancelot grows. Eventually the love between Guinevere/Lancelot cannot be concealed any longer, so Guinevere advises Lancelot to marry Elaine, who loves him, & go north to guard the border. Lancelot, Elaine, Percival, Gawain, & Gareth all live there together for a few years until Elaine gives birth to Galahad & passes away. Lancelot sends Gawain & Gareth south with baby Galahad, & from there he goes on to be fostered by King Ban & Queen Elaine, his grandparents.

Monty Python and The Holy Grail (1975)

Kind of a silly option, but to be fair, both Lancelot & Galahad are present with no mention of a dubious conception.

The Book of Mordred by Peter Hanratty

"Gally" is a childhood friend of Mordred's, present at court throughout the book, & into manhood on Grail Quest. The only mention Lancelot makes of his mother is that she is "a gentle creature."

A Young Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1995)

This version of Connecticut Yankee casts teenage Galahad as the betrothed of Sandy & thus "Gally" is the rival of protagonist Hank for her love. Lancelot is introduced alongside his son & attempts to discourage his more ornery, antagonistic, teenage hostility. No allusion to a deceitful conception is made.

Merlin (1998)

Elaine is the wife of Lancelot living with him & their young son, Galahad, at Joyous Guard. After Galahad discovers Merlin washed up on shore & brings him home, Merlin returns to court with Lancelot, where the affair with Guinevere begins. On seeing this in Mab's magical mirror, Elaine dies of heartbreak a la Astolat. Galahad, now orphaned, departs to find the Holy Grail.

Lancelot by Gwen Rowley

One of my favorite books! It's Elaine point of view time baby! This Elaine is yet another combo of Corbenic/Astolat. She first encounters Lancelot when he's wounded in the joust by his cousin Bors. Lancelot gives his fake name as Galahad. Forewarning, it's a romance/erotica novel. So they bang & she gets pregnant. Lots of plot stuff happens & Lancelot goes mad for a few years. While he's away, Elaine raises their son, named Galahad as she assumes her lover's name to have been, with the help of her father Pelles, her brothers Lavaine & Torre, & her handmaiden Brisen. The story continues until Galahad is ten years old & tutored by Pelles, Elaine/Lancelot have developed a mutual understanding of his needs as a knight & her needs as steward of Astolat, & it ends with a sort of open-ended happily ever after.

King Arthur (2004)

Yet another silly one in which Lancelot & Galahad are both present & it's unclear whether they're father & son. But it's Ioan Gruffudd & Hugh Dancy, so like, who cares if it makes sense? Eye candy.

The Dragons of Camelot (2014)

An indie movie that isn't very good, but has some fresh ideas. Galahad was raised as the son of Guinevere/Arthur, but on his deathbed, Arthur reveals to Galahad he's actually the son of Guinevere/Lancelot. Galahad sets out to find his father & enlist him to help protect Camelot from Morgan & Gawain. Along the way he picks up Percival, Dindrane, & Bors. At the end, Lancelot/Guinevere are back together & it's implied Dindrane will be Galahad's queen.

I have no doubts there are more examples. But this is the media coming to mind and in which I enjoy Galahad's character [or casting] even if it doesn't fit the assignment perfectly (such as with Monty Python (1975) or King Arthur (2004)). Honorable mention to The Warlord Chronicles by Bernard Cornwell, which has a great Galahad, but as the half-brother of a shitty Lancelot. So that technically circumvents any deceit but changes the dynamic so drastically as to be unrecognizable and presumably not what you're looking for.

I hope this helps! Take care!

[sunny-mercya]

In your arms, till the end

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Fandom -> Chronicles of Narnia

Masterlist | Song for the mood

It is just the beginning of October, leafs losing their brightly shades of green and turning into the various colours of yellow, orange and brown. The occasionally gusts of chilly autumn winds felt icy—like spiking winter, without frostbites—heavily filled with the latest moisture of downpour and nibbles on inches of free skin, leaving a redish—rosy like—hue behind.

Edmund juggled and fumbles with his keys, trying to open the apartment door without dropping his bags, pushing open the door with his shoulder—stepping inside and closing it with his foot afterwards.

Taking a glance at the tambour clock on the dresser in the foyer, Edmund saw that he was punctual right on time, with a few minutes of buffer—which Edmund didn't thought he would be. Not with how overfilled the bakery was today, then again it was Sunday and Sundays are always the busiest.

Whilst Edmund walked into the kitchen, about to empty out and put away the two paper-bags—filled with pastries and bread, having brought a bit more than he intended—he heard the slight crackles of the tv from the living-room.

You probably have, Edmund was sure of it—as it had been a sort of sunday ritual—already set up the tea—Earl Grey with milk and honey—and waiting on the Sofa for him. Edmund was right once you called for him.

«Ed! Are you coming? Pride and Prejudice is about to start any minute»

«In a minute, love. Just let me take off my coat and get the pastries ready» replied Edmund back, doing like he said and laid out the various goods onto a plate.

Walking into the living-room and putting the plate down onto the coffee-table, Edmund took a seat next to you on the Sofa—pulling you into his arms, cuddling against each other and cosy blanket over the two of you, as Edmund leaned back—getting comfortable.

Pride and Prejudice, besides Winnie-the-Pooh tales and a few others, was one of your favourite book. You have read it a thousand times over and over again, till the copy you owned has been getting so shabby and worn over battered—that the pages has begun to fall out.

Edmund has gifted you a new copy, last christmas. Has been constantly working overtime and double shifts, just to afford it. Though your overjoyed gleeful expression, so full of adoration and gratefulness, was worth it all.

Ever since the Pride and Prejudice film came out—years ago—and bbc has begun to broadcast it every second sunday—along with various other movies like for example; Gone with the Wind, Rebecca or a opera—it has come to an arrangement, early on in your and Edmunds relationship—when the two of you could finally afford to live together in the apartment and Ed going to college—to watch these movies together.

Just the two of you, enjoying the company of each other and basking in those small moments of love and wholesomeness togetherness.

~~~

Edmund run his hand through your (colour) hair, admiring your peaceful sleeping face. He had been the first one to wake up from the nap. Sometimes, when it's getting way too cosy, the both of you would fall asleep during the middle or near the end of the movies.

The television, turning off itself, was only showing the static and it's low whispering like crackles. Sunset has already begun, the last few rays peeking through the heavy curtains and illuminating the room just enough to know that a lamp should be turned on soon.

You murmured in your sleep, moving a bit in his arms, stretching yourself and open your eyes.

«....what's time...?» your voice was still riddled with sleep, heavy and mumbling. Eyes dropping every so often once more. Your question sounded more like a philosophical one and Edmund smiled, pecking your lips.

«A little after six. If you're still up to, Rebecca starts in around an hour or,» Edmund paused, leaning his head down to kiss you on the lips once more. A long deepening kiss, moving his lips towards your neck and trailing kisses up and down.

«Or we could do a repeat of last night» whispers Edmund in your ear, adding another kiss to your skin.

Your lips stretching into a smile—last night was magnificent, they always are when you two share a moment of absolute closeness and pure love making—more awaken now since Edmunds tickling kisses onto your skin. Moving out from your boyfriends arms, stretching again your body and muscles, you returned his kiss before standing up.

«A tempting offer my dear, but Rebecca wins this round and I gotta have to make us some dinner»

«My prince leaving me is a disappointment for this heart. Oh! How cruel can you be» sighed Edmund out, hanging over the backside of the Sofa and faking a frown—pleading eyes and pouting lips.

«Now now, don't be so dramatic my dear. Even a King like you have to be patience» you shook your head, laughing as you walked into the kitchen. Sometimes Edmund could be so dramatic and sappy, but that's one of the many things you loved about your Boyfriend.

A playful groan left Edmunds lips, mumbling a hearable dinner wish out and getting up from the Sofa as well.

«Oh! Before I forgot, Lucy has wrote a letter» you told him form the Kitchen, starting to rummage through the cabinets and cupboards.

«She did? What did she wrote about?» asked Edmund, starting to clean up the coffee-table—stacking the empty Tea cups and plates and joined you in the kitchen, starting to do the dishes.

«Yeah, about various and many things like, Peter being overprotective stupid again, how beautiful the countryside still is and the various flowers she has now. You know how Lucy can fill pages after pages»

Edmund hummed, knowing exactly what you mean. His sister could write a whole three pages letter, just about flowers and their meanings.

«Anything else, a bit more interesting?» he dried his hands on a towel, standing next to you and helping you with the dinner preparations.

«yes, Lucy and Peter coming for a visit tomorrow and will stay over for two days»

«Did she state a reasons for their visit?»

«No? Can't they just visit us for fun, like do they need a reason?» you nudged Edmund, swatting away his grabby hand from the frizzling bacons.

«I suppose not,» he mused out, successfully getting a bacon stripe from the pan.

~~~

Edmund didn't knew the exact reason, couldn't tell what have woken him up this night at all. It must have been something, anything as he was more of the heavier deeper sleeper—the ones which would get grumpy and moody of woken too early and rudely—and so causal, natural waking up is a rare occasion for Edmund.

Removing your arms from him, whispering to you to continue your sleep—when you begun to stir, murmuring under your breath—Edmund got out of bed. Feets touching the cold and hard floorboards, ignoring to slip on the slippers and going out of the room.

The low volumes of the radio, which you always leave on during the night—a habit of yours as you didn't like the silence in the night—was the first sound he came to be aware off.

Then, once in the foyer, his ears picked up other sounds. Sounds which were strange, out of place even. Loud crackling as if a chimney was near and screaming—clear to hear to where he stood now.

Maybe a bulgar or a drunken neighbour doing some ruckus on the corridors. That's what Edmund told himself as he unlocks and opens the front door.

Edmund closed the door instantly again. The up-roaring fire outside on the corridors, was enormous and it wouldn't be long till his and yours little home would be engulfed into the death trapping flames. Edmund hurried back towards the bedroom, setting the radio on the highest volume—Hallelujah was being played—waking you up while doing so.

There wasn't any escape from the flames nor from death. He learned from his times in Narnia to accept whatever fate is coming—it is meant as it meant to be.

«Ed? 'erthing 'right?»

Edmund didn't answer you, not right away, as he crawled back into bed. Taking you into his arms and pulling you close to him. Showering you with kisses and whispering sweet promising nothing into your ear.

«It's gonna be fine, [Name]. Everything is gonna be alright, love. I promise.»

«You making me worried......» you trailed off, noticing a bright light from the corner of your eyes and when you notice the first licking flames in your bedroom, Edmund pulled you even more closer.

«Remember when I told you about Narnia? It's a wondrous world, you will love it there»

«I think, i'm scared Ed.....I'm not ready for death....»

«I know love, I know. I've got you, it's gonna be alright, I promise»

Whilst Edmund reassured you again and again, with words and kisses, the flames comes near and nearer till they—like they had with everything else—engulfed you two fully as the hauntingly chorus of Hallelujah faded into the crackling and screams.

~~~

And if Susan had been a bit kinder—to Edmund and you back then, when the both of you had announced the relationship to her, Peter and Lucy—and still had believed in Narnia and its wonders, than perhaps—perhaps—she might have could been reunited with her family, she thought and believed to have lost forever to the grips of death and cruel like fate, once again.

If Susan only had, but she didn't and now she has to face the consequences and her grieving all on her own.

[its-all-papaya]

trick or treat🎃🎃

come trick or treating!!

I've been trying to change these up in terms of content type, so I was considering on the walk home what ideas I could throw at a wall that aren't just dad lando or other wip snippets, and i think... ballet dancer lando au??

This started as an anybody, nowhere AU dupe and became a hallmark christmas movie in my head REAL QUICK but hear me out:

lando as the principal at a ballet company. he is the best. he has achieved The Goal he's had since childhood. he is being paid to dance. ballet is crazy bc it's so comforting in its familiarity, the lines are all so cleanly drawn, there are rules and correct ways to do things, but it is also soooooooo mean to ur brain (ask me how i know). lando's self-critical ass would suffer similarly to how he has suffered in F1. it's such a balance between repetition and perfection... i could make something of that. i could crawl inside his brain i think. anyway, point is he's kind of burned out and questioning his life's direction and just going through the motions of his job.

oscar's sisters younger than they are irl (like 6, 8, and 14) and in the training school at lando's company. they are mice and/or cookies and/or party children and/or snowflakes in THE NUTCRACKER (hallmark movie, see?)

lando is the nutcracker prince, obviously. and all of the kids worship him when he starts coming to rehearsals with them in december, even when he's just kind of stretching existing blocking. like... he's so good and graceful and they all have crushes on him.

i think landoscar would meet OUTSIDE of ballet context (bar, coffee shop, whatever i invent as oscar's job) and start out flirty cute landoscar-y. lando finding joy in the novelty of him and the dry way he approaches things and tells things how they are, but not in the mean way his choreographers do. it's actually kind of funny. lando is charmed.

meanwhile, oscar's kid sisters chatting at oscar nONSTOP about how beautiful and perfect the nutcracker prince in their production is. he's so kind and SUCH a good dancer and they're absolutely in love with him.

but somehow on one side or the other, someone doesn't know lando's name. so oscar never makes the connection. until CHANCE ENCOUNTER where they put the pieces together. oscar picking up his sisters late bc his mum couldn't and finding lando waiting for them in the lobby, perhaps. giving cute little corrections the youngest one or feeding them extra snacks out of his bag bc it's past dinner. and oscar is like.... OH!!??

i think subplot where oscar's oldest sister is Going Through It as a snowflake and is like "i'm not good enough, i should quit" and lando helping her emotionally or through private lessons or both idk, i've only been thinking about this for like 25 minutes ever.

miracle of christmas ending where through oscar's younger sisters, lando rediscovers the beauty and fun and magic of dancing. and obviously landoscar kissing under some mistletoe or backstage or both or everywhere.

is this anything?? i might be able to bang it out by christmas if i go nose to grindstone and keep myself strictly under like 20k with it.

[heartstopper-lover123]

My exams officially finished yesterday, so I'll be back but not too much

But what I didn't expect to be posting for the first post in weeks is the death of my childhood

One direction was created when I was just a few years old. I wasn't a fangirl at the time like teen girls then were, but I knew they existed. I grew up listening to their songs, regardless of whether I knew it was them singing.

Exactly a year ago, I rediscovered them, and I fell in love. I was finally at that age the other girls were back in 2012-15. It was finally my turn to be the fangirl. I listened to them religiously for months as I prayed we would get a reunion. I wanted it to be my first (or at least second) concert I'd been to. I wanted that experience of their concerts.

And now we may get a reunion, but to think at the funeral of a fallen member absolutely breaks my heart.

Liam Payne wasn't just the dad of One Direction. He wasn't just the 'bad' guy people labelled him to be. He's human. But the world forgot he was living at the same time as us. He's human. Humans make mistakes. Liam had regrets about what happened, and the world should've forgiven him. He passed thinking the world hated him. Nobody deserves to die that way.

I didn't know him personally, and I'd never met him. But that doesn't mean I don't know he was an incredible singer-songwriter. He had such a beautiful smile, which, looking back, was a facade for his pain and mental health struggles. I applaud him for being so open about them while he was still here. He made me feel worthy, and the whole band did, but there was something about Liam Payne that was different. He had this sparkle in his eye. He gave many people life, a will to live.

I feel for his son, Bear. No seven year old deserves to lose their dad, especially under these circumstances. I don't know what happened in that hotel, what I know is that something isn't right. Something doesn't fit. But right now, I think it's right to grieve. To let his family grieve. To let Bear grieve his dad. To let the boys grieve their brother. To let his fans grieve their mentor, their inspiration, their childhood celebrity crush. Liam Payne is gone, but not forgotten. And he will go down with a 'whole lot of history', but his memory to me will always be the man, the dad, the legend, who left us too soon. There's times like these, where (as an atheist), I hope there's a heaven, and that Liam made it there safely.

I'm very melancholic (sad) at this time. With my exams finishing just yesterday and finding out that same day (17th October), there is a lot going on in my mind. I wanted to come back feeling a little more positive, but I'm afraid I can't promise that. There's a sinking feeling in my chest every time I remember this is real. It's not some crazy prank. It's not a joke. It's not a dream. He's really gone. And that realisation hits me deeper than I'd like.

If you're listening:

Goodbye Liam. While you didn't know it, you were loved. By your family, by Bear, by the boys, by us. We should've stood by you more strongly. What you said about the band hurt. But we forgive you. If we'd known what would happen, I know I would've forgiven and forgotten without a second thought, so you knew how much we loved you. You made mistakes, and that's okay. You're human. We forgive you, we love you.

Rest in peace, Leroy X

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! hsr headcannons for several characters ! [modern au]

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Characters : Dan Heng, Serval, Blade, Gepard, March

Plot : no real plot, just headcannons about honkai Characters in a modern au setting

Tags : modern au, headcannons, fluff, slight crack, wrote this at 11pm while heading home from a road trip

authors note : omg got a steam deck for my birthday (may 30th) and I. AM. IN. LOVE !!! I could talk abt it for hours and hours but i have my discord for that ehe. Anyways, ive been having fun rediscovering my old childhood games and thats when i had an epiphany. Hsr or genshin boys in a ddlc type scenario!!! Feeling so swag abt the idea. Also i got out of school so more uploads yaya. Thank u all for the support on my intro page yippee. I promise not to let you all down

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DANHENG

Now playing : Scrawny - The Wallows

He definitely dresses like with collared shirts and kinda has that accidental soft boy look

English major frfr

definitely listens to lovejoy/wilbursoot and bo burnham

Water drinker enthusiast (even tho he forgets to drink half the time-)

burnt out gifted kid

messed up sleeping schedules

Hes that quiet guy everyone has a crush on to some extent

He looks cold and serious during lectures, but hes actually just daydreaming and has his head in the clouds

Probably stays with the same group of kids he met in middle school because he cant socialize

I think said kids would be march, stelle/caleus, himeko And on ocasion blade, kafka, and silverwolf

Welt would be a chill english teacher that would let Dan Heng sit in his classroom during lunch

he likes going to concerts a lot

Learned to play guitar in middle school but doesnt like playing in front of people

Consider yourself lucky if he plays in front of you

Extremely oblivious to romance

Girls will try to flirt with him but he will just have a blank and confused look

Spends his free time in book stores shopping for records

Ps5 gamer frfr

Theater kid (had a hamilton phase)

SERVAL

Now playing : Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Shut me up by mindless self indulgence on loop

Like its probably to an unhealthy level

Always has headphones in(that gepard gave her for her birthday)(And so loud to the point you can hear the music standing next to her)

(went deaf at the ripe age of 13, after that it was all "huh?" /j)

Shirts from old bands, baggy jeans, fishnets, etc

Had an alt phase

Bad habit of smashing guitars

Dropped out of college after first semester

Had a band in highschool with Blade and Dan Heng that received noise complaints on a regular Basis

Really extroverted and easy to get along with

Loves going to concerts (especially the ones that get crazy like halfway through )

Probably gets in fights during black friday

Addicted to coffee (gepards needs to step in and help her drink something else)

Likes bitter stuff more than sweet stuff

Cares very deeply for her friends

The type of gal to go on road trips with friends and go Camping

Goes to protests every other tuesday

Probably banned from several places

very passionate about things she loves

Loves scary movies and Rollercoasters

The six flags employees have memorized her name

(shes just so cool i wanna be like her fr)

BLADE

Now playing : Consequences - Lovejoy

Theater kid (would never admit it tho)

Kafka teases him about it so much

met kafka and silverwolf in detention

The teachers hate the three of them

Alt kid and never got out of his emo phase

Besties with serval, change my mind

Kafka probably pushed him to join boxing to get his anger out in a less…destructive way

Loves the sleepovers he has with kafka and silverwolf

Broke silverwolf's tv while playing wii sports

Goes to college, no clue what he wants to do so hes just doing liberal studies

Adopted a small stray cat he saw on the ground during a storm

he tries to be tough and mean, but hes a big Softy

Loves the Beetlejuice musical(and mean girls but we dont talk about that)

has probably been on probation on multiple occasions

Probably vandalized the car of someone he didnt like

Kafka has to sweet talk everyone out of getting blade in serious trouble

Hes really good at basketball, he just doesnt like it so he never pushed it further

Doesnt really like or understands sports

probably listens to videogame osts 24/7

GEPARD

Now Playing : Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Getting serval out of trouble isnt a choice, its a lifestyle

Which is ironic, as he is a criminal justice major

But he still will always be her biggest supporter

Dresses (like a costco dad) soft boy by pure accident

Completely oblivious to anything and everything

Enjoys gardening and has a lemon Tree

Cave Town enthusiast

Lemonade Enthusiast

Sends people those "reminder to drink water and be happy" messages

Straight 4.0 GPA student. The teachers loved Him

Was really shy so he didnt have many friends growing up (Serval had to help him out)

Hates rollercoasters, serval drags him around six flags and he screams his head off

Poor guy :<

Still loves it since he loves hanging out with his sister

Student council secretary

No clue how the internet and technology works

Strong sense of justice

That has gotten him involved in several issues

Which ironically, serval got him out of

Wholesome cinnamon roll, pls protecc

MARCH 7TH

Now playing : Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

That one girl in class that no one could hate

Class representative and student council public relations officer

Photography major (duh)

Social butterfly and very easy to talk to

Want to go out to go eat something sweet while having fun? March has you covered !

March Makes friendship braclets and sells them so she can go shopping

has a secret stash of candy hidden in her dorm

March has a babysitting gig and comes to peoples houses with candy

Shes a little kid magnet, they all love her so much

had a club penguin phase with Dan Heng and they both shudder just thinking about it

learned all her profanity from watching Dan Heng play Call Of Duty

sucks at english, fries her brain like a hashbrown

k-pop girlie

dresses really cute with cardigans and pastel pinks

(watched aphmau, Her favorite one was a mermaid tales and mystreet) [submitted by someone on my discord who wants to stay anon]

plays overwatch and says things like "Hey, thats not nice!"

lowkey kind of a teachers pet-

Loves webtoons and collects the physical releases

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Meeting and Dating Miklo Velka

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- There’s a time in your life where childhood becomes a memory; when nostalgia overrules reality and you remember only the good instead of the bad. There was plenty of bad in your life when you first met Miklo and there was an equal measure of bad involved in the friendship that the two of you had with each other: but when he was sent away to juvey and subsequently to his fathers, all you ever seemed to remember was the good. 

- Its why, when Miklo finally does return, you’re excited to spend as much time with him as you can; eager to have your childhood friend back and make up for all the time you’ve lost. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all, and when you greet each other with the same familiarity and closeness as you had all those years ago, you realize just how true that statement truly is. 

- It’s just a shame that this closeness is frowned upon. Frowned upon by who: you may ask. Well ...by your boyfriend....

- Your boyfriend isn’t a new facet in your life, you’ve been together for quite some time, which is why his distaste for your friend isn’t immediately grounds for a breakup. You have feelings for the boy and while you can’t deny that you also have some stray feelings left for Miklo; the remnants of a childhood crush that was never acted upon, they aren’t enough to sway you in any one direction; so you’re left to sit on thin ice. 

- While your boyfriend insists that Miklo is a bad influence on you; mainly due to the stories that you and your friends recount to him without thinking, you’re not too sure that that’s the main reason he doesn’t like you spending time with him. No, you’re fairly certain that his biggest concern is having you stolen away from him: stolen by the boy that’s far too touchy, far too interested, and far too familiar with you.

- Truth be told, Miklo’s always had a bit of a crush on you, and coming back to find you more beautiful than ever certainly doesn’t help his case. He’s come back with the express purpose of picking up where the two of you have left off; amongst other things, and while you seem perfectly on board with that concept; your boyfriend seems wildly against it. 

- The boy is constantly interrupting the two of you and regardless of how subtle that interruption is, it never fails to frustrate and annoy Miklo. Miklo’s not a shy guy: he’s not afraid to carry on with the way he was acting in private; touching and teasing you the way he always has without fear of repercussions or the threat of being misconstrued. He doesn’t necessarily want to break off your seemingly happy relationship but he’s not planning on changing the way he acts around you just because your boyfriend doesn’t like it. If you’re fine with it then your boyfriend can cry himself a river. 

- Plus, if the boy wants to try and keep you away from him; filling up your schedule and rushing your goodbyes, then he’s just asking for a little revenge. It’s a shame he decided that you had to go home early the other night, now he has to watch as Miklo hugs you tight and makes you laugh like only he knows how, and listen to all of your friends joke about the “couple” getting back together again. Poor guy.

- Still, regardless of how much fun he’s having messing with the man, not having the same amount of unlimited time with you really does start to bother him. Watching you hold back and try to bend to the will of your boyfriend, pisses him off. You’re a good girlfriend; he always figured you’d be, he’d just always hoped that it would be him you’d be good to. 

- Yet, as it would seem, you really were being good to the wrong guy....

- Admittedly, over the course of Miklo’s return, you’d begun to rediscover your feelings for him and while you felt bad about your emotional transgressions, you’d also very purposefully kept yourself on a leash. You'd insisted on not crossing a line and you hadn’t; you’d treated him the same way you’d treat all your friends while you silently worked out your problems in your head.

- It’s why you feel completely betrayed when your boyfriend uses your friendship as an excuse to justify him flirting with and touching up on a girl at a party. If you’d wanted to, you could have very easily cheated on the man with Miklo, but you hadn’t, and regardless of how much your boyfriend insisted that it was “the same thing” you refused to believe it. 

- You merely stood there and stared at him; wondering how things could change so quickly, before Miklo stepped in and laughed in the boys face, telling him “fine” and leading you away with a smile as he accepts the boys offer; his offer being you. 

- You let him guide you and though your boyfriend looks like he wants to say something, he doesn’t. You run with the Vatos Locos crew whether you like it or not and more than a few of them are watching with piercing eyes, waiting for the boy to mess up and give them a reason to knock him around. 

- Miklo walks you home, poking and hugging and teasing you in an attempt to cheer you up; making you laugh with his antics even as you tear up over the events of the night. He clings to you and kisses your cheek, telling you to smile and relax and that you’re now a “Free woman, sexy lady. Be happy.”. And though there’s still a newfound heaviness in your heart, you find yourself feeling as though a weights been lifted off your shoulders: finally able to feel the full extent of Miklo’s friendship since the first time he arrived; without having to worry about anything at all.

- You’re no longer crying by the time you reach your house....

- You’ve been cut loose; you realize as you wake up in the morning, and now you’re free to do as you please; like you should have been all along. You and Miklo become inseparable and you begin to catch on to his feelings: the way he’s always welcoming and complimentary and happy to see you, always touching and wanting to be around you, etc. 

- The shift between you is more or less silent but you really don’t mind. You like the giddy feeling of him holding your hand, pulling you down to sit next to him and laying his head in your lap, the way he’s begun to flirt with you and act more intimate. Everyone; including yourself, can see where things are heading and you’re more than happy to accept the inevitable. 

- A couple months after your break up, you find yourself alone with Miklo, sitting up on the hill that overlooks the city, the hill he’s incredibly fond of. He kisses your cheek and watches you smile in response, kissing it again and again and again until he’s slowly made his way down to your lips. His hand comes up and holds your face as he catches them, kissing you soft and chaste before his actions deepen and carry on for a long and passionate minute. 

- You go up that hill as friends and leave as lovers and you couldn’t be happier. 

- Miklo is a sucker for affection so even though his actions differ depending on the company you keep, he’s still very touchy whenever the two of you are together. Most of the time, he’s upbeat and cheerful; boyishly happy to be around and touching you, but if there’s members of a rival gang around or any other person he might feel the need to put up a front for, he’ll revert into a much more outwardly tough and domineering person; still being gentle and sweet but not letting himself look as soft as he had prior to their arrival. 

- A lot of the time, he’ll hug you from behind or hold you in a pose very similar to that; either keeping his hands on your hips or his fingers looped through the belt straps of your pants. That being said: if you’re not stationary then you’re probably holding hands. 

- Cheek kisses. They are given and received in equal measure. 

- Most of your kisses are somewhat quick and passionate; like he’s excited by the very prospect of touching lips with you. But on occasion, he’ll find himself in the mood for a much longer/slower one: a kiss that lingers and takes you with it as he pulls away; a smile on his lips and a hum in his throat that flusters you more than you care to admit. 

- You know how puppies get over excited and proceed to lick and climb all over their owners? Miklo is sort of like that sometimes. Every now and again, he’ll “attack” you with affection: kissing all over your face, tickling and poking you, etc. Technically, it’s probably a sort of cuteness aggression but you don’t have time to psychoanalyze him. 

- I feel like Miklo would be the type of boyfriend to put you in a headlock while the two of you cuddled; probably subconsciously too, and I wish I could explain to you why I think that but I just can’t. That being said: if he isn’t doing that, he’ll either spoon you or sleep in the crooks of your body; like your stomach or neck or anywhere else that's soft and dark. He’s a big cuddler and is likely to just collapse on you whenever he feels like so be prepared for that. 

- Realistically, he’d definitely either come to your house to sleep or would just wind up falling asleep by accident because he’s completely comfortable in your presence and actually gets a decent bed all to himself; as opposed to the squeaky fold up that he has in Paco’s room. So yeah, get used to napping with him or at least having a little unconscious company from time to time. Trying to wake him up usually doesn’t work; at least not immediately, he’ll just blearily question you before pulling you in to cuddle with him. 

- Miklo uses a lot of pet names and he uses them very enthusiastically. Most of the time, his terms of endearment are overdramatically exclaimed or emphasized in an attempt to tease you; or said in a smooth and deep voice as he huskily flirts with you. Said pet names are almost always Mexican: mi vida, bebe, Mi corazón, etc. 

- He genuinely loves when you shower him with affection: carding your fingers through his hair, hugging him, clinging to him, kissing all over his face, etc. He loves the feeling of you wanting to be around him, wanting to love and touch and be near him; the feeling of not having to ask for somebody to love or care for him. 

- It isn’t necessarily a secret that your boyfriend is kind of a softie but it does surprise you from time to time; especially when you first get together. You don’t necessarily expect a boy who runs with gangs and has a relatively rough life to melt into a gentle and loving puppy whenever he’s around you: showing his love through sweet little gestures and affection like a lovesick teenager.

- Mini surprises. He saw your favorite candies at the store so he bought a bag or people where selling fresh oranges on the street so he bought some, a shop was selling a balloon with your favorite character on it so here, etc. They’re never anything really fancy or expensive: just special little gifts that shows you he cares.

- Surprise flowers; whether they’re handpicked or bought.

- If you fall asleep on the couch, rest assured he’s putting a blanket over you. Miklo likes taking care of you: it’s in his own unexperienced and clumsy sort of way but it never fails to melt your heart.

- His mother plays a big role in how he treats you: not so much in the ‘she tells him what to do’ sort of way but more so in the ‘he watched men mistreat her for half his life and vowed to never be like them and/or his father’ sort of way. He’d rather cut off his own hand than raise it to you, always knocks on your door instead of honking, takes care of you as much as you do him, works hard for you, treats you how you want to be treated and not like an object, etc.

- He’ll never admit it but he kind of enjoys when you get drunk at parties; for a multitude of reasons. He finds it amusing more than anything: watching you cry over nothing; like seeing a cat on the street, or unabashedly gushing to him about how much you love him, or even just carrying you home and taking care of you whenever you get sick. He doesn’t tell you about half the embarrassing shit you do because he lowkey wants you to get drunk again; in the least creepy way possible.

- I firmly believe his mom made him dance with her at parties so he knows how to move at least a little bit. Get ready to be on that dance floor with him at parties.  

- Let me assure you that he does find you sexy, it’s just that he’s too busy thinking about how beautiful you are to pop a boner whenever you get changed in front of him. You’ll catch him peeking or watching you but it’s not in a perverted way; at least not most of the time, just ask him how you look or to zip you up and go about the rest of your day. Having a conventionally attractive mom who walks around in slips kind of conditions a boy to be less reactive; if that makes any sense.

- Every now and again he’ll make you stop what you’re doing so that he can take a good long look at you; oftentimes while twirling you or walking circles around you.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on, hold on, hold on.”

“What?”

“Let me look at you.” He’ll grin.

“Whattt?”

“Just lemme look at you.” His chuckles reassure you.

“I look alright?”

“You’re beautiful.”

- He immediately brightens and smiles whenever he sees you. He can have the meanest look on his face and it’ll disappear completely the minute you show up.

- You’re incapable of assuming he doesn’t listen to you because 50% of what he says is just evidence that he does. He always takes the time to really hear what you’re saying and learn about the things you’re passionate about so don’t be surprised when he addresses you with some expert/knowledgeable question when you get your hair done or actually shows up with tools one day to help you with that house problem you mentioned having.

- Miklo’s a hard worker and I don’t doubt the fact that he’d; if given enough time, find himself a decent job in order to support himself, his family, and you. He’d spoil you whenever he could, giving you the princess treatment and trying to prove to you that he can really provide for you. He’s a typical man who likes to play macho and take care of you whenever he can so don’t be surprised when you get a good chunk of his paycheck in your pocket at the end of the week.

- If you want him happy, put something in his mouth. Miklo is a vacuum who can eat an entire store by himself so most of your dates are gonna revolve around food; whether it’s your cooking or someone else’s. There’s gonna be more than a few occasions were he insists on taking you somewhere once he finds out you’ve never had “it” because they have the best “x” in town.

- So yeah: fast food dates, street vendors, mini food joints, etc. If you smell something cooking, he’s immediately heading towards it and looking.

- A lot of wandering around town takes place in your relationship. Most of your dates are really just walking around, visiting different shops and sights and occasionally sitting somewhere to rest. He’s cool with whatever you’re in the mood to see so just lead the way if you have an idea.

- Going to the park together. Those big fields with fountains kinds of parks, not playgrounds: though he might take you there too, who knows?

- Chasing after each other and kissing between out of breath and excited pants whenever you manage to catch the other person.

- He definitely insists on walking you places and making sure that you’re safe. He hates the idea of you traveling alone so he learns your schedule and does whatever he can to make sure you’re not left hanging.

- He kind of just trusts you to do shit to him. Like, why are you letting me put you in a face mask and get rid of your ingrown hairs? Why are you trusting me to step on your spinal cord because your back hurts?

- Him singing along to the radio at you: oftentimes replacing words/names with your name; even when he’s singing to himself.

- He’s your little siblings favorite and it’s for a reason. Sometimes you think he comes over just to play with them; and/or your dog: carrying them around, teasing, wrestling with them, etc. Busy doing something when he decides to visit? Don’t worry about it: he’ll occupy himself with the little ones while they all but kidnap him the minute they find out they won’t be kicked out of the room so the two of you can be alone.

- You don’t know how he did it, but he managed to win your parents over and become an honorary member of the family very quickly. Your mother loves him and your dad honestly treats him better than you sometimes ��you don’t think you’re allowed to break up with him....

- He’s your number one supporter and completely unabashed about it. He’s not ashamed or embarrassed to jump up and cheer for you and is always there to show you how proud he is. Your accomplishments are just as exciting; if not more, than his own.

- Getting teased by the Vatos Locos crew. It’s usually about lathering sun screen on his white skin or that you can “come to a real man” whenever you want, etc.

- Trying to help him stay out of trouble as best as you can. Stop it early, sister.

- Consider the fact that you’ll probably have to deal with him doing a stint in prison at least once in your life; whether you try to stop him from getting to that point or not. Regardless of how long he’s in there for, you’ll visit him, send letters back and forth, help him deal with the trauma or the habits that he formed there, and put up with his new found touch starved-ness(?).

- He’s got a bunch of scars and a story for each one, stories he tells you about; especially if the two of you are close. He doesn’t usually take recounting the stories too seriously; maybe as a defense mechanism more than anything, but he also just can’t help but grin and tell you to “do that again” when you touch him in a certain place while tracing one of said scars.

- Miklo really just is a product of his environment and I think that with a little help, he could have really turned his life around. He’d have someone who could vouch for him and provide him with a clean and decent address once he got out of prison, help him assimilate back into normal society and support him through his troubles; all for the small price of getting dicked down seven ways to Sunday every night. He’d mello out after a while; be one of those cool dads who treats his wife like a queen: takes her out wherever she wants, works hard to support her, does those really amusing couples photos that cycle around the internet as couples goals, etc. I’m sorry but I love him your honor.

- I have a feeling that he’s always felt kind of mixed up and put out, like he’s a burden to his family and that he’s never sure where he’s going next, so he appreciates the security of your relationship. He likes knowing that he’s always got a place with you and that you don’t care whether he’s white, Mexican, or whatever else you can be. You love him and you’re always going to be there for him and that keeps him going through all of his tough times.

- Miklo’s fiercely loyal: he can and has deadpanned girls while they attempt to flirt with him and insisted that he was taken while removing himself from their touches. Girls are just the tip of the iceberg though, his loyalty goes far deeper than that so rest assured that he’s always fighting for your side and your relationship.

- How Miklo handles his jealousy really just depends on the circumstances. I think he’s had a lot to be jealous about in his life so in a way, he’d be sort of used to it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t rear it’s ugly head. He tries to control himself and succeeds for the most part but you can tell when he’s frustrated and when people overstep the invisible line, he can get a little aggressive. 

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe him. He’s seen the way the world can be and he’s insistent upon making sure that you’re safe from all of the darkness that he’s glimpsed with his own two eyes. He makes it clear that you’ll always be protected when you’re with him and once he’s done making sure you’re okay; after any incident, he makes sure said incident never happens again. 

- He genuinely hates getting into fights with you so he avoids them whenever he can. He’ll occasionally make passive aggressive comments or bicker with you about something but the two of you spend a little time apart and your issues usually resolve themselves. 

- If he’s in the wrong, he’ll try to move past things casually but if you’re not accepting his avoidance of the topic, he’ll give you a real apology and won’t stop until you’ve warmed up towards him again. 

- He tells you he loves you quite a bit and shows that he does with pretty much everything he does for you. Even if you’re having an argument he can’t help but say “you know that I love you, right?” whenever an awkward silence falls over the two of you; which is usually enough to make you soften a bit.  

- There’s definitely gonna be a good amount of hardship in your relationship but Miklo is completely willing to work through that. He loves you and he wants to have a future with you, so even though it may take him a bit to come to terms with the fact that he has to change, he decides to do so in order to be a better man for you. He wants a life that he never had; a loving and stable “family”, and you’re the perfect answer to those wishes; if you’re willing to be that for him....

[that-irishman-fan]

anton ego x musician! reader headcanons

So after rediscovering Ratatouille recently, after being relegated to the back of my mind of childhood memories, I've been crushing HARD on Anton Ego. He's definitely one of my forgotten childhood crushes and is most probably one of the reasons I'm so into older men and dilfs. But after scouring the Internet for fanfics of him, I couldn't find anything. So I've taken it upon myself to fill the void of Anton Ego content!

These are some goofy little headcanons I wrote at like two in the morning; of critic era and post-critic Ego with an s/o who's a musician! So I hope these are satisfactory and can help give all my Ego stans a little something!

Quick note that the reader is gender neutral with no specific pronouns, so you don't need to worry about that!

FANDOM: Ratatouille, 2008

GENRE: Headcanons and romantic relationship!

SYNOPSIS: Anton Ego falling in love with and being together with a musician significant other!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Minor swearing, some spicy but not outright smutty headcanons, and Ego being an asshole for the first bit!

Critic! Ego

• You'd have to be something pretty damn special to catch his eye in the first place. To impress him is an entirely different ballgame. If you do though, you'll get his full attention. It's not often he runs into somebody with so much talent. So expect yourself to be on his radar.

• However, that doesn't mean you'll get preferential treatment. Anton Ego doesn't do favourites right off the bat, it's kind of his thing as a critic.

• He still will catch your shows out of mild interest when he can. He's a very busy man, so him being there is literally a huge compliment in of itself.

• " Going out again, Monsieur Ego? " Ambrose would say to him as he'd pull his coat on. Checking the hallway mirror to be sure he was impeccable. Then glaring down at the assistant, tone sharp.

• " Indeed. I do believe I have somewhere to be. But never you mind that. "

• I see him enjoying classical, opera, and jazz, but in a really snobby sort of way? Like that type of guy that thinks popular music is lesser. But regardless of what genre you are, he's fascinated.

• And if you write and/or play your own stuff? Its kind of a turn-on to him? His respect for you only gets greater the more he sees you in action.

• He knows firsthand how hard it is to navigate any industry as a critic—but especially in the case of the entertainment world. If you play that field well, that's only another point to you from him.

• At the peak of his admiration, he has a fuck-it moment and publishes a slew of rave reviews about you and your musical talents. Eager to highlight what he—in all his stardom—deems as real potential for once.

• Ego finally meets you when you play a show at a restaurant he's reviewing. The food itself is unimpressive, nothing surprising there. What is intriguing is you. He beckons you to his table afterwards. You know him from word on the street, and him from seeing you perform. You get to talking and you both really hit it off. Well past midnight and a few drinks later, you two are dating in all but name. From that point, your lives are entwined.

Post Critic! Ego

• While his professional opinion is now moot since his review of Gusteau's, Ego never stops shouting from the hilltop about how amazing he thinks you are.

• Being together really gives you both a safe space to express yourselves. Sure enough he comes out of his shell. No more coldness, stoicism, arrogance, or pride. You see who he truly is deep down: sentimental, poetic, thoughtful, romantic, and very sensual. And you feel comfy around him too to just be yourself. Flaws and all, he views you as absolute perfection.

• Also gives you a plethora of material to work with now that you're dating and he's your boyfriend. Although his old fashioned ass prefers 'beau' and 'courting you' instead.

• You want to go full La vie en Rose with a sappy love song? He's like putty in your hands, almost like a lovesick puppy.

• Or if you're feeling more charged and want to take it down the sexy avenue? That man is ready to go with a glass of wine in hand like the French love machine he is.

• Ego's always excited to hear and see your new projects period. He'll drop everything just to sit there and watch. Even if it's a draft or not done, he's heaping you in praises.

• Has his head in your lap as you write lyrics on the couch. You play with his hair, stroke his cheek, or let him doze as you put together songs. Or if you're actually playing a piece, he's glued to your side so as not to miss a moment.

• " What a nice melody, mon amour. "

• " Your rhythm is flawless. You never fail to impress me. "

• " As always it is a masterpiece. "

• Funnily enough, it's nearly impossible for him to give you criticism. You're more than open to it and have said so to him. It was his job for decades after all, so who better else to ask?

• But he can't bring himself to do it. Even positive criticism gives him a visceral dread. He's so sensitive to your feelings, knowing full well how personal music and writing is. And the last thing he wants is to hurt you. It takes him a long time before he can actually give you pointers and tips. And you have to be constantly assuring him you aren't taking offense.

• Goes to every single gig you play, no questions asked. He will rearrange his entire schedule without a second thought. Wouldn't dream of doing anything else at that moment but being blown away by you up there on the stage.

• Definitely will ask you to play or sing for him, albeit with a hint of sheepishness. He's so cute, not wanting to put pressure on you.

• It's actually therapeutic for him and becomes one of his emotional release forms. A coping mechanism born from how close your bond is.

• One evening he comes home in a foul mood. Exhausted, sore, and pissed. The second you start to play for him, all those feelings disappear. Melts into the songs, your voice, your instrument, immersed in utter euphoria. Gets goosebumps, his eyes closed and body swaying softly. When you finish, he only pulls you close and kisses you.

• And no, he's not above getting you to recite your lyrics or hum a melody to him as he's making love to you. If you do it in French? Let's just say he'll be a moaning mess. And he'll come undone very quickly.

• " I need not know what Heaven is like. I've heard it right here and now. I've fallen in love with an angel. "

• Lowkey kind of Phantom of the Opera vibes almost for just how devoted and obsessed he is with your music? Maybe I'll write Anton Ego as Erik Destler one day? It kinda fits, though!

Anyhow, here's my attempt at giving my boy the attention and love he deserves! Thank you all so much for reading and please have a fantastic rest of your week! Let me know if you'd like to see more of this type of stuff on my blog, I really do enjoy hearing from my readers and followers!

[arimakes]

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[verner-corvin]

Introducing my first Returning Visitor:

Marc Vilavella, who came back to Fernweh with his best friend and rediscovered old friendships while trying to untangle the mysteries that seem to hide behind every corner. By the time he's meant to leave, there's two particular people that he's hesitant to leave behind. Maybe it's a good thing it's out of his hands, then.

Relationships:

Beckett: Best friends! Marc moved around a bit and jumped job to job for a while, which is where he met Beckett one summer and they seemed to click.

Sofia: Good friends reconnecting! Marc missed all his old friends more than he'd like to admit, but quiet moments reading side by side with Sofia in Turn the Page and showing each other interesting facts they'd read are some of his fondest memories from his childhood.

James (💜): Missed him something fierce, for years after moving still wore their matching necklaces and tried calling to the farm, but it never seemed to get through. Said feelings get more complicated when Marc realizes they're growing into something more than just friendship.

Ruby (💚): For a rival, she was incredibly missed. Things were less fun to do without competing with her. Any time Marc was called by his last name he automatically tried to find her. He's so happy to see her still be so herself when he comes back that it takes a bit longer to register what he's feeling.

Mal: As someone who worked in customer service, Marc thinks he's just perfectly normal and very nice for someone who has to deal with customers all day. A Friendly Face indeed.

Grandfather: Hurt by being sent away and felt abandoned, but still loves him. Understands him better and wishes they'd had more time together after the events of Book One.

Aurum: Marc sees that dog and it's love at first sight. Actually, just hearing there was a dog made him love it. Who's a good boy? This brave little goldheart is!!!

Mrs Verner: Would deck her in a heartbeat, but remains polite for both appearances and to not make it harder on Ruby.

Route: JR. It was so nice to see them it takes Marc a while to realize his childhood crushes are back with a vengeance, and simultaneously to top it off. But he's not back forever, so he keeps it to himself and tries to just soak in their company while he can. Leaving Fernweh feels bittersweet, and Marc's already planning his next visit before it's even time to leave. He thinks there could be something there, so he isn't that disappointed to find leaving is not an option. Maybe now he'll be able to meet Ruby's cat.

[rabidrodent]

Thanks to a post from the Found Footage Festival, I just rediscovered this ancient workout tape my elementary school gym teacher would make us do in gym class in the 90s.

I'd been wonder what this video was for YEARS. The only thing I remembered was spandex and "stretch like a tiger, 1, 2..." (and also having a vague childhood crush on the girl lmao). But searches for stuff like "aerobics video stretch like the tiger" or "workout video stretch like a tiger" resulted in NOTHING. I even considered signing up for some workout tape enthusiast forum I found and asking there...

But THIS IS IT!!!

Y'know, kids really liked gym class in elementary school, cuz it was kinda like a 2nd recess, right? When the homeroom teacher said it was time to line up for gym class, there was a chorus of tiny "yessssss!!"es, and everyone was excited to get to run around and have fun and play games.

But THIS... this was not fun, and it was also not games.

So you can imagine the sinking feeling of walking into the gym and seeing the TV-on-a-cart, because you knew today was going to be a day with The Tape. This tape was a staple of our gym class experience from 1st grade through 5th; the threat of which always loomed overhead.

In later years, the cool kids would stand in the way, way back of the gym and phone it in, but usually the teacher would yell at them to come forward because there's no way they could make out the video on that 30 inch tube (if that). But essentially everyone (particularly the boys) would phone it in with this tape. Cuz it SUCKED.

Apparently this tape was released in 1985!!(??!!)... so my gym teacher had this thing in rotation for well over a DECADE. God... well, at least he got his 30 bucks worth out of it.

By the late 90s, he finally retired the tape (...I think) in favor of the hot new craze... Tae Bo.

That was a little better.

Maybe.

But anyways, I'm very happy to finally have this ancient elementary school mystery of mine solved. I think I'll force my old friends to watch it and partake in it next time we get together.

(Now if I could just find that one kids paint program we had on our fancy new Windows 98 PCs that replaced the old IBMs from the 80s...)

[nazuna-tunnel-vision]

I saw your tags and I wanna say RitsuMao (I think that's the ship?) is the perfect ship for hanahaki in the way which you described.

Also, interestingly enough, I have written a hanahaki fic from the person who is on the receiving end of the crush, in a frustrated "why can't I return the feeling???" And not wanting to lose the friendship way.

So anyway I think that's a great angle to pursue and it's very big brain of you.

YESS thank you for the validation, this AU has been eating at my brains for a year but i'm just not very good at writing actual stories rather than just analysis so. it stayed in my brain.

yeah it is ritsumao and oh boy ritsumao with the flower actually removed would be a riot. they're childhood friends and so much of their identities are rooted in the relationship, so losing the relationship would destabilise the both of them so much.

to Make Things Worse ☺️✌️ in my AU, i made the surgery remove memories related to the person altogether rather than just feelings (although tbh it's also bc i never quite understood how you can "remove feelings" without fundamentally making the memory stop making sense. aren't memories a key way in which people make sense of the world and remember things?)

and this makes the story veer into exploring how one's memories and relationships with others kind of. makes you who you are. which a lot of hanahaki stories don't really explore.

that means ritsu just Forgets about mao and loses years worth of accumulated memories and self-narratives about how he became who he was. how did he manage rei's broken promise, who did he cling to? apart from chasing after rei, who made him want to 'enter the sunlight'? post-surgery ritsu would be a very different and a very confused person.

and considering how so much of their relationship was Just The Two Of Them (thanks ritsu), mao would have no one who shares so many of his memories. they'll probably find random trinkets all over their houses that either only mao or neither of them remembers the significance of. some matching keychains they got from an event. a pen with one of those plastic jewels that's the colour of mao's eyes, which ritsu used to like a lot but now just throws it away bc it's out of ink. maybe some random thing of mao's that ritsu stole when he was 6 because of some convoluted reasoning and jealousy, and which he never returned. and when they rediscover it mao is like "wtf i've been trying to find it for YEARS, why do you have this," and ritsu can only reply with "i dunno."

mao also can no longer use ritsu for the. to give himself self-esteem in his role as someone ritsu needs, or whatever codependent shit they have going on. he'll just have that pretty important aspect of the maintenance of his identity and self-image ripped from him because the flower is arophobic.

i just think ritsumao with the hanahaki surgery would just be rly tragic bc rtmo are the kind of friends who would want more than anything and who would do everything they can to ensure the other stays in their lives. or rather, they've been with each other for so long that they also don't actually need to bend over backwards to maintain their relationship. even when something does happen, i think they generally understand each other and value the other enough to resolve things sooner rather than later.

i think the both of them would choose not to have the hanahaki development in the first place if it meant that they could continue as they have always been. ritsu would never want to guilt trip mao with hanahaki (!! era at least, and not to make mao actually feel like shit for longer than a few hours at most). and mao would want to give ritsu what he wants as is usual but be unable to. so they're both absolutely miserable! falls face flat on ground.

anyway i can't believe i rambled this much but. after writing all that out i read that fic you wrote and. slams fist on wall and cries, you get it!!!!!! i don't know a thing about these two but oughhhhh. !!!!!!

(for anyone else who has somehow read to this point and who also has brainworms for Best Friend with Hanahaki, read it here before i spoil it below with my quoting)

the way Hak's first reaction is to do everything he can to solve things and his fear of losing 12 years of friendship. 12 years of memories. Their entire lives together. That was the price of getting it removed. while Soowon goes “But what if you find someone you have feelings for?” Soowon asked, “it’s not really fair for you to be bound to me this way.” and “Love” was too heavy a word to impose upon his friend

ohhhh my god. oh my god. It frustrated Hak, every time Soowon coughed up another flower and he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t make it stop. Why couldn’t he make it stop?

it's the mutual love and care for the other!!!! screaming.

and the way Soowon just slowly fades away and Hak's heart breaks watching it happen. The way Hak finally says "I love you" and the way Soowon says "I know" and yet it doesn't do a thing because the flower is stupid and only cares about romantic love.

euggg this dynamic of hanahaki is really so interesting and real. i'm so glad you brought up your fic bc i have been trying for so long to find a hanahaki story like this. i get that the hanahaki haver's POV of keeping the illness and their feelings is dramatic and heartwrenching and all, but at the end of the day it's more or less just a more dramatised version of their already existing pining. the perspective of the one being loved, and of two friends trying and failing to save their relationship, is so unexplored in comparison. like these stories would require some very healthy, open communication, and yet somehow that is still not enough and that otherwise perfect relationship gets destroyed

[seancamerons]

I love semma so much. I love them so much. I have literally written roughly 60 pages of story for a universe I completely aside from a few things, made up, comprising and spanning over twenty years of time so far.

Impressive mildly, to say the least considering I rediscovered an outline for this from 2000s? I of course fleshed out doctored this storyline there's been quite a few versions of this story but ultimately I kind of have a hope that I have given my thirteen or fourteen year old self justice somehow?

At the very least I'm finding myself a writing machine which makes me feel good. 🙃

here's to the genuine hope that someday soon I will complete backtrack, find a way out of this corner I wrote myself into in together forever (an emjay vehicle and my pandemic baby), and some other long, multichaptered works. I suck at writing endings. ✍️

I always aspire to write a holiday esque story this might be the year it happens to be finished on time. Backtrack believe it or not was slated to be in the earlier chapters but I kind of diverged and I'll fated maybe this Christmas I pretty much scrapped and time got away from me is literally holidayesque. I have one I hadn't posted pretty much and this story ive been working on has always been a holiday type story but it doesn't like my other stories aren't all one ship there are multiple relationships interleaved such as in Backtrack there's Cranny and Janny in a weird triangle that ultimately leads to fall out for one ship and a full on romance for the other relationship which initially was planned to play out much differently than I started with, in this story mentioned above there is an original character and entire life that didn't pan out in canon who now exists in this universe I created circa 2003 and fleshed out and humanesque. By comparison Camille of Backtrack, the Wasaga Beach "girl next door" who is sort of cursed by where she comes from was somewhat based loosely on Theresa from The OC and also if you could believe it Haley James from One Tree Hill.

Camille, affectionately known as Cami or Cam, was Sean's childhood best friend he grew up with in Sean’s trailer park in Wasaga Beach. They were both not from money, she was a smart girl and had potential to be something but circumstances and luck seemed to not be on her side. While other kids in their neighborhood were about parties, drugs, are generally prone to growing up too fast, experimenting deviant behavior and the like they largely flocked together and that stuffc didn't phase them and they were boy and girl but the best of friends, the trope kind of Haley and Lucas or Steve and Robin. No sexual or romantic undertones what so ever. That was them, Sean and Camille, though at thirteen.

Camille knew Sean was going through a lot. Tyler Bishop was a popular guy who would push the other peers around but she never put up with that. Things were going in a bad direction and Sean’s anger was reaching a boiling point.

He blacked out in a rage and we know what happens next.

It's worth noting she initially dated or pursued Tyler, who was Sean's enemy, bully, and later catalyst for his departure from Wasaga, to get him off of Sean's back and she had a slight crush on him but she didn't intend to betray her best friend but tensions with Sean and Tyler only intensified.

When he went to live with Tracker, he unfortunately lost contact with Camille. She grew to love Tyler a little prior to Sean and Tracker’s fight, implied he

Fast forward to when Sean returned to Degrassi, and he and Tyler with Camille's now together in a long term happy relationship, Sean was able to bury the beef with Tyler and be peaceful and worked toward a friendship while they attended Wasaga High together for their junior year. Camille was still gearing up for her future. She still had good grades she had uncertainty about college and lack of funds and since Sean left she became a popular student through her relationship with Tyler and experienced the things they'd sort of thumb their nose at as young kids before things changed.

Sean then of course joined his friends back in Toronto at the start of the next school year and ultimately pursued the military and enlisted and all that. Fast forward to 2013 he briefly returns to his trailer park community. Camille is around, she wasn't successful post college and returned home after she graduated and is living with Tyler in this off and on revolving door relationship. She was in home Healthcare and taking care of Sean’s sickly father and her own older parents we don't really know them. The old friends catch up one night over beers and in their loneliness and drunken state have a brief hook up and one night stand resulting in a pregnancy and around the time Tyler and Camille reconcile. Days later Sean returns to Toronto and pursues a life there and also Emma who Camille knew all about her and was supportive of him. Their hook up wasn't something that ruined their friendship and was buried because she didn't know she was pregnant until months later. When she finally discovered it she assumed it was Tyler's because they were in a relationship around two days after Sean’s and they had make up sex. It's also worth noting Tyler is an alcoholic but he is a hardworking guy and loves Camille. He can't wait to be a father but she's looking for a way out because of his temper. They've had violent arguments before it's implied much like Theresa and Eddie in Chino and the animosity between Sean and Tyler in the past is the only real reason for their arrangement and she felts guilty, couoled with arguments and she can't justify staying together but ahe doesn't know how to be alone anymore. He's a very possessive boyfriend and she'd be arguably more successful and got away like Sean did if Tyler didn't root her in Wasaga and financial aspects and other influences too keep her complcant compliant and generally beat down so nothing changed really.

Tyler's alcoholism intensified with the financial stress of working more to provide for the incoming baby. It became more evident that there was a possibility that he might not be the father of the baby. Sean and Emma, since we're in a committed relationship, and paid his mom and dad a visit in a later chapter. Emma heard a doorbell ring and opened the door to find Camille in the early morning to take Sean's father's daily vitals and such visably pregnant. They shared a pleasant conversation while Sean slept unaware.

Emma had never heard of Camille or his life in Wasaga like it was some dirty little secret and she had limited information aside from how he wound up in Toronto but not the key players in the rest of it in the meantime. In Sean's past, she was key and instrumental. It needless to say hurt her feelings.

By now, all four are adults. The pregnancy on Camille is unplanned, but timing was on their side. Prior to this, Emma had been previously married to Spinner. They never had children and were currently divorced for over a year, and Sean and Emma reunited in December and quickly became romantic by Christmastime. Also, Tyler wants to be committed with Camille stable but his alcoholism and implied temper cause tensions and barriers and the fight to end all fights puts her in fight or flight mode and she ran away when he passed out.

somewhere along the lines prior to this all, Emma finds out she can't have a family of her own. She is essentially sterile Camille agreed to a surrogate situation upon finding out the news, and her circumstances being what they are it made the most logical sense. By now she sheltered by a battered women's drug and mental health center in Toronto since the violent fight with Tyler, she later meets Alex Nuñes there who is in recovery (drug addiction) become close as roommates. Sean and Emma catch wind through Alex of this situation, and Camille gets discharged, and she moves in with Sean and Emma.

[beepochi]

omg please do go into ur upcoming works to ur hearts content ! as a tm myself im extremely excited for peppermint + would you mind but the premises of dead sea & lovesick are soo interesting. i thought i ws gna be disheartened when the grow as we go series ended and dont get me wrong i will be ! but it's mended my heart that you have more plans aaa

will be bittersweet finishing 17 cos jian n james are kinda the ogs for me but am excited for new characters >:') would u mind was actually insp by a dream i had lmao ab uhh a childhood crush n i dont remember much but it was kinda like the distance between child n adulthood n all the changes/constants n hving a shared history w big gaps/knowing someone but still needing to get to know them lol. am p pumped for that one bc its morally uncomplicated n p tender 😌 peppermint was actually an au for jian i rediscovered lmao but ive started reworking it into its own thing >:) was mainly insp by voltron/sheith uhh back in the day when i was into that n at first it was gonna be a lil bigger n more action-packed/epic? but decided i wanted it to be character focused n driven so its a lil smaller n more intimate now lovesick probably will be the first one i upload? n im p excited for it. idk where the insp came from n idk how to describe it lmao. but mc (rich unemployed playboy-kinda-not-playboy) crushes on a friend/student of his friend (phd student, bit of a prick) while said friend/student (eng lit n italian major + musician) is crushing (Big Time) on mc's friend/his tutor uhh yea. messy at first but smooths out >:] n dead sea is ab a self-destructive junior detective n his best(only) friend uhhh who hv kinda been in love forever but softly softly are figuring it out :')

[very-uncorrect]

I watched 2003 Strawberry Shortcake when I was little, it's one of my favourite childhood memories lol.

I've been on a strange journey of figuring out my sexuality for the past few years. I think I like men, I believe I have had a crush on a guy or two, but I've had a hard time figuring out whether or not I like women too.

What I'm saying is, I think rediscovering 2003 Strawberry Shortcake in 2023 is my gay awakening

[agentnash]

✿ (for judith)

pre established relationship meme.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

plot idea: foster care babies who really got attached to each other. they did everything together when they were kids, and i know parker was devastated when judith was just gone one day. he lashed out a lot after that. years later, cut to parker seeing her name in an article. they reconnect, but they're different people now. as much as at times it feels like nothing has changed, parker and judith have to rediscover each other, now that they're adults ( with major issues ).

[louisawells]

Part Two: Embers to a (Candle) Flame

Winter 2023 

At the beginning of 2023, Copenhagen felt like nothing more than a pipe dream. What I realized (and am realizing still as I look back even now) is that through this experience, God was calling me to a level of faith that I had never known before. But, before I go further, I need to share the abridged version of my testimony. 

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Testimony: "to give one's story”; "to tell the story of how one became a Christian"

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I was raised in a Christian household. Generations of women before me, on both sides of my family lineage, prayed to and feared (stood in reverence of) the Lord. My aunt likes to share an anecdote from her childhood about my great-grandmother. She would stand in the doorway of her house in Abbeville, South Carolina, and pray this prayer: “Lord bless my children, and my children’s children, and their children’s children.” Quick math helps you deduce that that prayer includes me. When I hear that story, I’m in awe of how God planned, way before I was even born, to bring me into the world and into a family whose faith was as strong and mighty as the loblolly pine trees that stood like centurions guarding my grandmother’s house. I was raised to believe that I was created and loved by God (Jesus loves me, this I really do know). I was the little girl in third grade who carried her bible in her backpack and wrote prayers about her friends (and her grade-school crushes) to God. 

Somewhere along the way, the message of the truth got mixed up with other messages that seemed equally as enticing, and I started to look to other things to satisfy my longings – material things, attention from boys, and the need to be loved by all. At 18, when I went to college, I essentially walked away from my faith. My bible came with me to Nashville, Tennessee but collected dust as it sat on shelves being toted from dorm room to dorm for four years. At 21, I moved to New York and the God who leaves the 99 sheep for the 1 chased after me. I can describe this only as the move of the holy spirit. Sitting on my couch one Saturday afternoon, I quite literally said out loud “I should go to church.” Seeing as how I hadn’t been to church in over five years, and this wouldn’t be my naturally-occurring thought, I knew that it was God, working on my heart to open it back up and rediscover my belief in and love for him. And while I won’t share the full ins and outs of my story, what you need to know is that at the beginning of 2023, while I whole-heartedly believed in a God who was real, and all powerful, and full of love, I had never felt more distant from my faith in my entire life. 

This time, rather than my wandering being caused by a lack of understanding of the gospel, I was wandering because I was angry. Angry at a God who (I thought) was holding out on me. “Everyone” was moving away to new cities and moving on to bigger and better; “everyone” was finding their partners and getting married; “everyone” was living out their dreams while I was stuck on the sidelines, yelling “put me in coach!” (As we know, “everyones,” “alls,” and “nevers” rarely prove to be true). Where was this loving God I believed in, as I sat in my low-grade depression, numbing myself with tv, alcohol, and looking for love everywhere but the one place I could truly receive it to the full? I had carved out an island of solitude for myself, where no life raft could come in and no flare signals were being sent up. I felt like if I kept sharing my grief and anger, my friends and family would grow tired of me and “surely,” I thought, “God was fed up with my antics.” 

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I’ll pause here and say the one thing I truly want to share particularly with my dear friends reading this who don’t believe in God, much less a God who could be active and present when the world shows otherwise. Hear my heart in these words. 

I know, it seems like God doesn’t exist. There is so much devastation and destruction and hatred in the world. It seems like nothing will ever get better. And in many ways, this is true, the world as we know it is in fact wasting away. However, I wholeheartedly believe this: Walking with God, day by day, even when I’ve been at my lowest moments, he has always been by my side. Through words from a friend, moments of daily peace, bible verses that soothe like healing balm on the wounds of my heart, to name a few examples. Even when I’m left with more questions than answers, I have hope. Not the kind that daydreams of a far off utopia where there is no war and world peace. I believe in an real, living creator of the universe who cares about me and all of my comings and goings. What I learned most about God in this time is that he isn’t angry or ready to strike me down when I stumble. He’s there, ready and waiting with open arms, to help me back up when I’m the little girl who's just fallen off her bike as she’s learning to ride without training wheels (and he’ll do the same for you) To know that God, when we were destined to be stuck here with no hope, rescued us through Jesus; to know he did it by sending Jesus in our place, not because we did anything to earn it but simply because he loves us. It’s unfathomable sometimes, and yet fully true.

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In my numbness and anger (and many tears) the one prayer I could muster up outside of my anger and raw emotions was: “God, I know you will not leave me here.” Over and over again the words would escape my lips; even when I barely believed them. Microscopic seeds of faith being scattered into the air. 

That same evening back in October, when Camille and Leanne helped pour water on the seeds of a new dream planted in my heart, Leanne encouraged me to do something I’ve never done before, and it would require me to fully trust in God to provide financially. She said to me, “write down the number that you think you would need to get there, and share it with God.” 

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Faith:  “this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see.”

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I’ve never done something like that before. I didn’t do things like that. But, a funny thing happens when we reach the end of ourselves; we’re willing to try. So I sat down one cold morning in mid-January and wrote down three numbers to present to God: 

The first was the number I’d imagined I’d need to live comfortably and have some spending money while in Denmark.

The second was the number I wanted to have saved for a buffer in savings when I returned from Denmark and would leap into the deep-end of my freelance career. 

The third was the amount of credit card debt I had racked up in recent years. 

“Lord, if you’re willing, make a way.” That was it. Those simple words, trusting that the answer would come back to me in some way (either a yes, a no, or a not yet). 

Over the course of that year, as I worked out a way to come back to myself emotionally and spiritually (started opening up to friends and family despite my fears of rejection, counseling, and starting anew in a church community) God, once again, was moving in the background. Photo opportunity after photo opportunity came to me simply from people reaching out, not by my own doing (truly!) Slowly but surely I was able to save up three-month’s worth of savings, then the amount I wanted to have while in Denmark, and then finally, the credit card debt was paid off. For brevity’s sake I’m keeping this part short but what you need to hear is this: 

This isn’t some prosperity, “believe in God and you’ll get rich quick” message. This is simply me, a woman who didn’t ever think to ask God for help in this capacity, laying down my expectations and ideas of what I thought was possible and asking for the impossible from an impossible God. And he answered. He can do it. 

At the beginning of this year, 2024, my faith and this dream to move had been fanned into a flame and I was inching closer and closer to this ellipsis, this suspension point or jumping off point, of something completely new ready to sprout up in my life. 

To be continued with the final part, part 3, soon.

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Footnote: 

I’m always open to sharing more about my faith in a private setting if anything in my story resonates with you or you have questions. Shoot me a note (louisa.e.wells@gmail.com)