#reticent

[howifeltabouthim]

'You have been deeply hurt: and very reticent behavior can be a kind of revenge. You are preserving your dignity by refusing to show your feelings.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[saving-word-crawls]

The Early Bird Crawl

By: Reticent

For those early birds who get up and write their novel as the sun rises – you guys rock! This my first published crawl, so I hope it measures up (Companion crawl: The Night Bird/Evening Crawl hopefully coming soon!) This crawl should get you to the daily average (with words to spare) if you complete the whole thing, but it gets harder the later in the day you start so plan accordingly… With that said, let’s begin!

(saving-word-crawls note: The companion crawl was posted just before this one!)

Woah what time did you get up this morning? Take the last three digits and write that amount of words (so if you got up at 06:33, write 633 words – just take a guess at the time if you can’t remember exactly).

Phew! That deserves a coffee (or tea, or other drink of your choice). How many hot drinks have you had so far?

None/I don’t like hot drinks: That’s cool! Don’t forget to stay hydrated – Write 150 words.

Only one: Still early I see! Respect man – Write 100 words.

I need at least two hot drinks to start the day: We get you, it’s not easy being a writer! – Write 200 words.

Three or four: Chug chug chug! – Write 350 words.

Five or more: Either you’re a caffeine god or it’s already after lunchtime! – Write 500 words.

Do you know what time the sun rises in your country at the moment? Make a guess! Now look it up and write 100 words if your answer was within two hours, or 300 words if you were WAY out.

I hope you had breakfast! If you haven’t you may not proceed until you have (yeah this crawl takes care of you <3). Sprint to this song 11 (or any other breakfast themed song of your choice).

Alright! No napping for you – what’s the time now? Another 3-digit challenge, so write the last three digits of whatever time it is (same as before: if it’s 09:30, write 930).

Did you make your bed this morning?

Yep!/I make my bed as soon as I get up: Good on you, write 50 words.

Well, it’s made now: Alright, you get off lightly – write 70 words.

Err, no…: Go and make it and write 70 words OR leave it as it is and write 500

I’m still in bed: That’s fair. Write 200 words.

If you’ve had a tea or coffee that caffeine should be kicking in right about now: Fifty headed hydra time!

Can you remember what you dreamt about last night?

Yep/I always write down my dreams: Cool! See if you can include something from your dreams as you write 150 words.

I can remember a little bit, but not much: Memories are weird right? Sprint to (one of) your favourite song(s).

Nope!: Never mind! Write 220 words.

One more digit challenge! You know the drill by now, check your clock and write the last three digits.

Nearly there! How close is it to noon right now?

More than 3 hours until noon: Wow you really were up early! Write 500 words.

Less than 3 hours until noon: Noon is soon! Write 650 words.

Less than 3 hours PAST noon: I hope you’re remembering to fuel yourself! Write 700 words.

More than 3 hours PAST noon: Keep that motivation going! Write 750 words.

You did it! You beat the morning (and maybe a bit of the rest of the day too!) Reward yourself with something small; a snack, a TV episode or, my personal favourite… Another cup of tea.

[chocoblep]

#4: The To-Do List

Prompt: Reticent

It had been a while since Rhyle had visited Gridania, and as he stepped in through the gates, a familiar feeling of unease swept over him. It wasn’t as if he feared anyone here–not anymore, after having lived in the Shroud for some time–but rather that the things he did know about the place irked him more than they probably should. The prejudice here showed in the way its citizens regarded those of a certain persuasion, and though he was neither a forest-dwelling Mystel or the type of Elf known as a Duskwight, he was an outsider all the same, and that came with a fair few odd looks as he sidled down the path toward the Lancer’s guild.

He was used to being thought of as odd by now. Ever since he’d learned that he was from a different world altogether, he’d understood why he stuck out like a sore thumb, why he’d not been able to connect with the land like he’d been able to back home. He understood that he couldn’t form the closets of friendships, because he knew that eventually he would leave them behind when he figured out how to go back to his world.

Home. That place that was beginning to feel more and more foreign, even when he looked back upon his days as a protector of the forest. Though his worry for his homeland had never truly gone away, it had dissipated somewhat when he’d learned that a hero who had traveled there had dispersed the everlasting light and freed the whole of Norvrandt from its clutches. He had begun to forget the smaller details of the place and its people, though, and begun to forget what it felt like to belong to a place. It prickled his skin to think that perhaps this place was the place where he was supposed to be. But if that was so, why could he not connect to the land? Why was he so woefully out of place? 

He’d wanted to meet this Warrior of Light that people had spoken about, but they were nowhere to be found. He’d tried to get into contact with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, only to learn that they had disbanded, and that anyone he’d have wanted to speak with was a continent and an ocean away. Given that most of them were native to this area, he suspected that all he had to do was wait for them to return. He could be patient when he wished, of course–any hunter worth their salt must be so–but waiting was a game that he did not like to play in situations like this.

Still, there were things that he needed to do before he left this world entirely, so waiting didn’t feel too bad. For starters, he needed to make sure that Little Flame was cared for. He had to ensure that the man who’d found him when he’d first arrived was compensated for his kindness. He had to defeat all of the burning foods in Radz-at-Han, like he had vowed to do, and return his den to its natural state.

When he walked into the Lancer’s Guild proper and saw a Raen man speaking with the Guildmaster, he stopped short, eyeing him up and down. He looked as out of place as Rhyle did, and the vii’s dark ears flicked, one after the other, as he considered the man. Ywain, the Hume Guildmaster, caught sight of Rhyle and smiled, beckoning him over. “Ah, Rhyle! I’ve that parcel you requested in my office. Let me go and get that for you.” The man turned and trotted off toward the back of the guildhouse, leaving Rhyle and the Raen alone.

“I do not see many Vieran men outside of the Wood,” the Raen said, and Rhyle looked him over once more.

“I do not see many of your kind here in Gridania,” Rhyle replied, careful to keep his expression deadpan.

The man grinned. “Oh, I am not here often, but I was looking for someone to spar while I was in the area.”

“Ah. And have you found a worthy partner?”

“I believe so,” the Raen said, giving Rhyle a critical eye that even he could not misunderstand as anything but appraising and inviting.

There was silence for a moment, and then Rhyle simply said, “You wish to spar with me.”

“If you would be amenable. I am told your kind are fierce warriors.” Raking his hands through his blonde hair, the Raen softened his smile into something a bit more hopeful. 

He wore his desires on his face so clearly that it was refreshing to see; Rhyle was used to stoic warriors and Asana’s infuriating, confusing smiles. He considered for a moment before giving a light shrug and settling his pack against the wall.

“I see no reason why not.”

And so the two found space to square off, which became much larger once the recruits realized what was happening. The Raen came at him faster than expected, but Rhyle fended him off easily, and they began to go back and forth in earnest, Rhyle’s bladed staff meeting the other’s naginata with such speed that the weapons themselves blurred with each movement, and jarred painfully up the arms with each clash. Finally, Rhyle managed to disarm the Raen and toppled him onto his back, crouching over him with the tip of his staff pointed at his throat. The pair stared at each other for a good ten seconds before Rhyle spoke.

“Do you happen to like strong women? I know one who could claim victory over me in a fight.”

Asana was picky, but maybe he could fulfill that first task sooner rather than later.

[winddragonart]

FFXIV Write 2024 #4: Reticent

Title: At the Gates of Judgement

After all the work Haurchefant put in, the party of refugees were finally allowed entrance into Ishgard. But, as they stood before the gate Wren started to hesitate, taking a few steps back.

“Hey…What’s wrong?” Rikichi asked.

“I…I’m not sure I’m ready to return after all…” She started to pick at her skirt, ears drooping as she looked between the gate and the blizzard behind them.

“It’s not like you have to join us. You can easily go back to Limsa and hide there,” Ashe said.

“Besides, it’s me they’re after…” K’ome added.

“But, you’re not alone anymore,” Kaden interjected. “Whatever you ran away from, you have us to help face.”

“Nidhogg is still a force to be reckoned with…” Wren whispered to herself. But she shook her head and straightened up, “You’re right. I can’t run from this for forever. But…” K’ome and Ashe linked their arms through hers, “But we’ll face it together. Come, Ishgard awaits.”

Together, the party entered, unaware of the war they were stepping into.

[luck-and-larceny]

FFXIV Write: Reticent

She flipped a card over. King of Hearts.

“Ah. So there's a man who has been occupying your thoughts lately.”

It was important to deliver her readings more in statements than questions. Confidence was the key to convince people to pay you. That was rule number one in these kinds of games.

The woman on the other side of the cards didn't react. She didn't agree. She didn't disagree. She simply stared at the revealed card.

Ok.

Malika gave the woman space to think about it before adding, “It's important that I mention here that this does not necessarily mean you've been thinking about him romantically. The hearts represent depth of feeling and affection, but not necessarily a desire to be romantic. It could be a father figure, a mentor, or even a co-worker you've been worrying about.”

Again, no rising intonation. 

And, again, no response.

Malika tilted her head slightly to get a better look at the midlander woman’s face as she peered down, unblinkingly and wordlessly at the card. Nothing. Blank.

“Let's turn over the next card then,” she said and bit back the urge to nervously clear her throat. No nervousness here! Only sport!

She turned the card over to the 9 of hearts.

“Ah,” she said, “More hearts. Now why do you think that'd be, hmm?”

The first rule of the game was: Don't ask questions, make statements.

The second rule was: Fuck it, break the rules when you need to. In this case, she hoped asking for a response would make her sound like a patient teacher allowing her student to draw her own conclusion.

“Dunno,” the midlander answered and shrugged. And that was it. Nothing. 

Malika was quickly losing her patience. The way this woman stared at the cards you'd think she was watching paint dry on a wall!

“This card represents satisfaction, contentment and joy,” Malika said… emotions she, herself, was quickly forgetting how to feel. “Paired with our handsome King there it looks like things are going pretty good for you!”

Why even come get scammed by a shady asshole peddling fortunes with a regular ass card deck– not even a cheap divination deck!-- if your life is going so well? Tell me why you're here! You owe it to me! 

“Oh.” The midlander answered. Flatly. No emotion.

Was she alive? Had someone created an automaton to come get their fortune read? Was this a trick? Evander was pretty good at designing machines… She looked around for evidence of him. Nothing. There was a lot of that here today.

“Oh.” Malika repeated it and then turned another card over. Ace of Diamonds. “More good fortune. Literally. You'll receive a letter soon saying you're to receive money you did not expect. Tied to the hearts here, it suggests the letter will either include good news about the man or maybe be sent by him. Is there a man you're hoping to receive good news from?”

More nothing. Absolutely nothing. Time to pack up and call this a bust. She hadn't expected to get anything too significant for reading playing cards, but she'd at least hoped for fun. Or gossip she could use at a later date on another scam. Anything at all! Reading someone else's good luck in the cards and not even getting a conversation from it left a terrible taste in her mouth that only getting sloppy drunk could fix. 

She started to pack up. Silently. It's what the “customer” deserved.

The customer reached out a hand and gently held Malika’s wrist. 

Weird.

“Please turn the next one over!”

Malika raised her eyebrows. Finally, something interesting. Finally feeling like she was back in control, she exerted her power by not packing up but also not turning the next card over. And not speaking either. She could feel the switch of fortune in the air, could sense the tables turn. Exhilarating.

The woman across from her blushed and released her wrist. Then, blessedly, began to speak. “I didn't want to give too much away,” she explained, “because I'd been warned these sorts of set ups could sometimes be scams.”

“Hurtful,” Malika responded. “You wound me.”

“I'm sorry! I just… I thought to protect myself I shouldn't give anything away. I should see what you say and then, you know, see if it was right. Then I couldn't be scammed, you know?”

Malika nodded. “I know. These streets can be dangerous. People can be so unscrupulous. It's a good practice to watch out for that. You did the right thing.” She smiled warmly and tried to keep a predatory grin from overwriting the warmth. “But card reading requires two people working together to create the– we'll call it a narrative. I don't have oracular visions.”

Well, not usually anyway.

“I just have the ability to read vague messages in the cards. You've got to lend your personal experience to them to make the message more specific. It's like we're dancing together when we do this. If you don't move with me, it's clumsy and unsatisfying.”

“Ohhhhh, that makes sense.”

Did it? Good! Malika rather liked the dancing analogy…even if her first thought for comparison was less polite.

“The King of Hearts is my uncle, I think. I adore him! He’s a professional “treasure hunter” and he's opening a new museum in La Noscea that is going to be full of all kinds of ancient items and artifacts and other stuff like that. He sends me letters all the time telling me all the things he's found that he'll put in the museum and other stuff he's just planning to sell and he says he's been making so much money off it all. I asked if I could become a partner, so maybe that's what the letter will be about! Next time we do a reading maybe you'll pull a card for me that shows me as Queen of Diamonds!”

Malika had to keep her head down staring at the cards. She couldn't lift it or her wolfish grin and the bad intentions in her eyes would be far too visible to Red Riding Hood. 

“Maybe!” she agreed.

She turned the final card over. 2 of Spades. Its meaning: Bad luck. A need to be extra cautious. A cheat or bad actor in your life.

Malika lifted her head and her smile was nothing but sweetness. “2 of Spades! It means you've been needlessly cautious. You've been hiding so much away when you need to learn to be more open and honest. You've shut the door on your thoughts and feelings when you really need to throw that door wide open and impulsively do anything your heart desires when you desire it. Transparency is the key to your success!”

“Ohhh, that makes sense!”

“Doesn't it though! Now tell me everything about your uncle and yourself.”

[rainyraisin]

The funniest thing to me about Reticent is how silly some of the designs are despite how goddamn dark Ret is

Like yes this is a story focused on religious trauma and emotional abuse and how it affects every aspect of a person’s life but forget about that look at how silly Mikey is wow isn’t he just a goober!!! Yeah he fears nobody in his family loves him and that he’s completely replaceable in their eyes which was caused by Splinter and further cemented by Leo saving Usagi and allowing him to take Donnie’s place. These fears manifest in his ninpo and make it even more difficult for him to heal! Not to mention how in Season 5 he realises that he tormented his younger brother his entire life by placing his own insecurities on him, leading to him running away so he can’t hurt his family ever again!

How silly!

[tmnt-reticent]

RET DONNIE DOODLE!!! He’s just a little guy floating in an endless void 💖 THANK U TO @mariiilume FOR THE PROMPT OF VOID WAHHHHH ILYSM POOKIE‼️‼️🥺🥺🌸🌸

[howifeltabouthim]

It was about the only time you ventured an opinion past your sexy cryptic silence . . .

Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick

[gattublogs]

Introvert Me

The world perceives me as an introvert. May be I am, or may be I am not. If you have ever had a decent conversation with me , you would have your answer; so this becomes subjective. I am a world of 100′s boxes, and more boxes you open the more extrovert you would perceive me. However, it isn’t easy to open those boxes. It requires the other half to have an open mind or at least a thirst to learn. From the below list, what are the topics you are comfortable conversing: patriarchy , sexism , dowry , racism, stereotype, casteism , sex, sexual orientation , love,  lust , marriage , same sex marriage , politics, religion , fundamentalism , dogmatism. If you have the ability to talk on all of these , then I assure , you will find me to be quite an extrovert person , and you will be able to conjure what’s in those 100 boxes. So, if you ever had a conversation with me and you find me to be an introvert , then it is a long way to go for you. But this attribute of mine comes with a few disadvantages, you don’t choose your family , you can only choose your friends. And it requires a person to open its maximum boxes with the family ( at least the close ones ) , if you want to avoid building a volcano inside you ( if your family matters to you ) Then starts the uphill task, converting people’s minds, making then understand things that goes against the preconceived dogmas, be accomplished enough for you to be taken seriously. As of now, I am on a journey from being introvert to extrovert at my own home, because that seems to be the only way I can convert my volcano to a serene calm plateau. Step by Step , Day after Day , I can create a place that will be more conducive to people like me for growth and expression , and it starts at my own home.

[edumyra12]

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[rainyraisin]

Guys guys Reticent is rotting my BRAIN

specifically Leo, @cyaneaxo puts him in my head always

HES JUST SO 😞😞💔💔💔💔

I think this image Cya made perfectly encapsulates him

I’m gonna bully him more and there’s nothing you can do to stop me

[tmnt-reticent]

Ret Leo moment!!!

THANK U TO @cyaneaxo FOR THE PROMPT OF FIRE WAHHHHH IT WAS SO FUN ILYSM BESTIE‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🥺🥺🌸🌸🫂🫂🫂🫶🫶‼️‼️

[theoutcastedartist]

Dont you have this old au with a nomu aizawa and the hero killer being pals?

Yeah it was my "Reticent AU", but I've kinda lost interest in continuing it in favor of Clone Seven.

[howifeltabouthim]

He was seen about everywhere, sometimes with one acquaintance and sometimes with another;—but it may be doubted whether he had any friend. It may be doubted whether he had ever talked enough to any man to make that man his friend.

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn

[goenglishvocab]

Reticent – meaning, usage, quotes, and social examples

Reticent – meaning, usage, quotes, and social examples

 Today’s word of the day is ‘Reticent.’ Let us understand more about this word. 

[responsivevoice] reticent [/responsivevoice] [ ret–uh-suhnt ]

What is this word’s grammar?

The word is an adjective, i.e., it adds more information about the noun or sentence.

Does the word have a past tense? What is it? No, the word is an adjective. Therefore, it does not have a past form. What is the meaning…

[musicmakesyousmart]

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