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[just the lil guys below]
#art#my art#artists on tumblr#digital art#oc#pink space#finished this last night at 3 a.m. and saved it as a draft cuz my computer doesn't turn on sometimes loll#//anyway this is how they look in my sketchbooks hfsh :33#simplified forms my darlings...#/aura is def my favorite one tho hdhs#but i think that's easy to see :>>#she's just a lot of fun to draw :D#//also strongly considered changing my blog banner to this cuz. Well#hfbahsh :>#prolly won't prolly will but if i do i'll prolly change my pfp too#//but anyways. theee theym <33#//edit; i just realized this is the first time I've posted them all together!! a momentous occasion hfbshs :3 :D
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drunk cuddly darling + sober yan
vs
sober darling + drunk yan
do yans have any preference on either scenario or is it just no bueno either way
im just gonna simplify this ask down a bit. m!yanderes + f!yanderes x cuddly drunk gn darling 𫶠(no poly/non humans for the sake of my sanity)
âŞď¸ ;; abe is not the type to drink, never has been and never will be, even if you pressure him to drink more, so while he doesnât exactly approve of you getting drunk either, he just cant bring himself to be mad at you. not when youâre being so sweet to him! heâs happy that youâre content to just be held by him until you fall asleep rather than get into any trouble that heâs not prepared to deal with. be ready to wake up to a scolding by him though, you could get sick if you go overboard! even if he kind of likes it when you do.
[cw dubcon] đĽď¸ ;; god bless any darling who gets drunk around gene because if he can tell youâre inebriated heâs either trying to fuck you or is equally as hammered (if not more). so when you get drunk and start getting all touchy with him he sees it as an invitation to take things further. you wanted the attention, you canât get mad at how he chooses to give it! it isnât his fault, you just make really cute faces when youâre wasted. heâll give you a little apology gift for your sore insides when youâre up the next day â one most likely made up of painkillers and your favorite takeout.
đŞś;; it irritates sterling to no end that you got drunk. donât you know you have an image to uphold? heâs prattling on and on about how heâs sick of your disgraceful behavior and how unbecoming it is for you to waste your time fucking up your brain, until your arms are around him and youâre snuggling up against him. then his words are all caught in his throat and hes tripping through his sentences, half heartedly trying to reprimand you still, but he eventually settles down and (begrudgingly) holds you until youâre asleep. heâll swear to himself its only this one time; if you remember the next day and try to tease him about it he literally wont talk to you for a week.
đŞ ;; valentina had already planned to simply cuddle you till you went to sleep, so the fact that you initiated it makes her elated. she likes how it feels when you squirm in her arms, too out of it to be able to do anything but what she wants. itâs like sheâs handling a living doll! she carries you around like one, too, going about her day with one hand and holding you you with the other. yes, it makes doing things way more difficult and yes, the arm she carried you with will be sore for days, but itâs well worth it to her.
[cw dubcon, again] đ ;; althea ordered you to go to bed the moment you stumbled into her presence in your inebriated state. when you instead clung to her and insisted on cozying up instead, while it annoyed her, she took it upon herself to make sure you got to bed and couldnât get into any trouble. but you insisted on her staying with you! and the way you tangled her body up with yours and dragged your hands across her form in a move that couldnât have been entirely innocent (to her, at least), allie couldnât help but help herself to your body. you practically owed it to her, anyway; and the way you whimpered and sighed for her proved that you didnât seem to mind too much anyway.
𼊠;; rhodes doesnât particularly care for drunks, theyâre used to them being loud and obnoxious. so theyâre not exactly happy when they find you after having a bit too much to drink. theyâe expecting a tedious night of making sure you donât hurt yourself or others, so itâs a pleasant surprise when you seek them out for comfort instead. they still would prefer you being sober so youâd be able to better appreciated them taking the day off to be with you, but theyâre satisfied with the time you spend with them regardless.
#anonymous#god i had this in my drafts for ages#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x oc#yandere boy#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere x reader smut#âŞď¸ abraham a. ;; the church boy#đĽď¸ gene e. ;; the hacker#𪜠sterling c. ;; the prodigy#đŞ valentina e. ;; the gym bunny#𼊠rhodes w. ;; the butcher#đ althea c. ;; the princess#xxi ;; the world â asks#xv ;; the devil â my writing
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DRUMMING ALONG THE STONE WALLS.
An idea and a placement of a hand lead to an even longer night for you and Aegon.
RATING â MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+)
PAIRINGÂ â prince! aegon x staff! gender-neutral reader
GENRE(S)Â â drabble, smut
WORD COUNTÂ â 1k
WARNINGSÂ â mature content, takes place right before aegon is king, short-lived cuddling, & mutual-pining.
SMUT WARNINGSÂ â sexual content, soft dom! aegon, spanking, very mild dirty talk, dry-humping, pet names used: darling & sweet thing.
RELEASE DATEÂ â OCT 22ND 2024
AUTHORâS NOTEÂ â 100% commending @werejustlefttodecay for a) this concept b) aegon brainrot & c) manifesting the fixing of this blog so i can read & write again... kate ily sm
Something you found all too easy was riling up Aegon. Even in the midst of the night, his entire chamber grew cold from the winter air. Aside from the dimly lit fireplace and his bedâwhere his restless form laid still beside you.
Your head had found his arm, soft breaths on his skin causing chills throughout his body and visibly on his skin.
Although you simply pressed into his mattress weekly to drain him to sleep or distract him from the duties of his soon-to-be claim to the throne, the man couldn't enjoy your warmth any more than he does now.
A soft peck to his arm, and you could see his cheek bones rise with a grin. âDon't get me started again.â
His voice was a tease, tired enough to doze off any second but alert to your motions. It was easy to make him shiver, no matter the time.
You could stare at him too long as he stood before the council and people until a smirk was on his lips. Make him look down and blush at a distance from showing skin even as he trained with his sword. Felt the looks of his brother Aemond and heard his scoffs as Aegon seemed to drift off in thought at the diner table as you stood mere inches from the table and awaited service for the royal family.
But now, skin on skin. That was easy, simplified.
You rose from your resting position to place your chin on his chest, watching his eyes move from the orange, crackling fire to your gaze.
âHmm?â An innocent response.
âHmm?â He mocked back, eyes turning darker as his pupils dilated to better see you in the darkness of the room.
âGet you started?â You teased, pressing a kiss to his jawline. âHow could I?â
Your lips were soft, leaving small patterns of wetness and warmth as you trailed down his neck. The rumbling in his chest was a vibration of want going through his body until you felt him wiggle beneath the sheets to relieve the touch of you at his lower half where only your leg touched him. His jawline became clearer as he gritted his teeth, the late of the night and soon to be early morning causing his eye sockets to darken from hardly any rest.
It only egged you on more. His tired form practically begging for you to put him to sleep. Easy. It took seconds for you to move above him, to ground yourself above his hardening length and find a comfortable rocking that had him grunting and raising his head. âHow would I?â
âYou always manage.â His voice was deep and groggy, hands instinctively placing themselves on your waist.
âTo rile you up, my prince?â The man seemed like putty below you.
But that was all it took for him to rock up into you while simultaneously flattening his palm in the air and landing a smack to your ass. Your legs seem to widen over him as you straddled his waist, pressing into him with just as much friction as he did. You could feel the sting on your skin below your underwear, the smack hard enough to have your body shaking.
Aegon saw your reaction the second his hand made contact with your skin, the slap echoing in his chamber along the stone walls like a high-pitched drum beat. His smile was from ear to ear, watching your eyes flutter with surprise.
âHuh?â His head fell back into the pillow, white locks strayed about on the satin fabric. âThatâ do something to rile you up, dear?â
You were practically speechless, the sensation still sending vibrations up your spine and into your crotch. The man beneath you was too impatient and aware now to be silent, his smart tongue like the ocean water in his mouth at the sight of your silent blush.
âPoor thingâŚâ Aegon, not one for pet names unless they were said in lust or to belittle someone, was enjoying his late treat. âI have to be up so early.â
You could feel the waft of air before the second smack to your ass, lighter than the first but just enough force to make you grind into his cock through the thin fabrics of your underwear. Your wince didn't go unnoticed, nor did his soft moan into the dark air.
âAnd here you are⌠keeping your prince wide awake with your sinfulness.â
His lips quivered before his bottom lip was bitten by his front teeth, thin skin turning red from his force. You could see the sweat drip between his breasts down to his abs. The scent of arousal in the room thickened, and before you knew it, a slick spot was staining from your underwear into his.
âA-Aegon.â His name spewed from your lips like a swear word.
Brows furrowing, the next spank at your ass was hard enough to make you whine and hiss. âAh!â
He had left a handprint, one perfectly felt by his hand as the heat transferred to his palm and made the lines of his hand begin to sweat. Holding the mark on your ass, you ground yourself into him, feeling him twitch and thrust up against you for more friction.
Aegonâs teeth gritted once more, his body lifting until he sat upright and his face was almost against yours.
âPrince.â Stern, wanting, his opposite hand gripped into your hip until that too seemed to bruise.
He was fighting for release, anything he could grasp at was suddenly on the tableâbut his clutch at your figure and unpredictable grinding up into you had you whining. As you felt his cock twitching again, felt the rush of his seed threading through the fabric of his underwear and adding to your own, the last rise of his hand made you shutter his name. âPrince Aegon!â
Except this time, it was both of his hands on the cheeks of your ass. The pressure had your thighs holding to him, pressing into him as you came and shook in his hold. His press at your ass had you falling into his frame, face finding placement at his shoulder to breathe him in.
âThat's more like it, sweet thing.â He chuckled. âMaybe you'll get it right on the first try next time.â
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#aegon ii targaryen#aegon targaryen smut#aegon targaryen#tom glynn carney smut#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon x reader#hotd smut#house of the dragon smut
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I'm not sure if you take CoD requests but I was wondering if maybe you could do headcanons for Alejandro(if you write for him) with a reader who's Cajun, has a Cajun accent, and calls him Sha(its Cajun slang for sweetheart/dear/darling)
If you don't write for Alejandro, maybe Price or Soap
Oh this is so cute!!
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Alejandro with Cajun Reader
PSA - I did a lot of research so I tried đ
⢠You get stationed out to the main base in Los Vaqueros, tasked to help the people there and work alongside Colonel Alejandro Vargas.
⢠Arriving on a helicopter you smile as you meet Alejandro smiling at you. "Welcome to Las Almas my friend- Heard great things about you"
⢠"Boujour! Comment ça sâplume? Alejandro no?" You say cheerfully clearly throwing off the man at the French being thrown his way- But a French he was incredibly unfamiliar with
⢠"Sargent (Y/L/N)? Correct?" You nod calmly, The Colonel smiking a bit- "We must leave soon then"
⢠"Don't be like that Cher" You say with a laugh and watch the man's face twist in mild confusion still.
⢠"Sha?" He repeated, you realizing quickly your mistake with a hearty laugh. "It's a term of endearment- Like Darlin'- Now, You said we had to leave No? Allons!"
⢠Alejandro nods and leads you off to your station, Still a bit confused over what the fuck you were saying-
⢠After a few weeks on base he starts to understand, realizing you are speaking a form of French mixed with English. The two of you talking quite often now as he shows you around Las Almas and the situation there.
⢠"They told me you are American-" Alejandro questioned as you two drove through the town.
⢠"I am-" You clarified with a smile. "From Louisiana" Alejandro nodded his head like he suddently got it.
⢠"Isn't uh it Creole? Es.. That's the American word right?" Alejandro questions, making you shake your head. "Two differen' peoples Sha-" You say as you try to explain the difference.
⢠This poor man is so confused- Feels like he's in school again and was just given a very hard exam that he didn't study for.
⢠"Creole is more City and Cajun is country" You simplified, which seemed to ease the confusion for the time being.
⢠The two of you become fast friends- You of course a chatter box and always wanting to learn and Alejandro always wanting to teach and see new things.
⢠Alejandro begins to teach you more Spanish while you teach him French-
⢠He likes to tease about how you talk with your hands and your passion behind your speaking. Finds it funny
⢠You two do have arguments at times, like an old couple do at stupid things. However rank is never pulled or acknowledged since it's always fun/personal banter
⢠However what truly soothed over any issues was the food- The two of you becoming quick food buddies as you'd share your guys food with each other.
⢠Alejandro walked straight to you on base early morning after a briefing, staring hard at you as he held a wrapped item in hand-
"...This is a La Guacamaya torta- It is one of my favorites... I added extra chicharrĂłn" He flexes as he shows off the item. You nodding in agreement that it looked pretty damn good.
⢠"Not bad Not bad-" You smile, Before reaching for your own item with a grin. Pulling out a well worn Tupperware bowl-
⢠"Now, Had to improvise is bit- since Not many of my ingredients in this neck of the woods so I did so?' Pastalaya and found ya a le Boudin to have later"
⢠You say proudly showing off your lunch. Alejandro nodding also impressed- Before the two of you switch lunches and sit together to eat happily.
⢠It didn't take a genius for others to figure out you were buddy buddy with the Colonel- While some didn't like it, most warmed up to you and stared in your joy and willingness to expand-
⢠While you let anyone else know clearly they could go fuck themselves-
⢠However Alejandro was always your ride or die.
⢠The two of you shit talk for hours while eating... Half the time Not even understanding each other as you share new insults and curse words.
⢠He was your best friend, and you his-
#x reader#creole#cajan#cod alejandro#call of duty thoughts#call of duty mw3#call of duty#call of duty alejandro vargas#alejandro vargas#alejandro vargas x reader#cod x gn!reader#cod x female reader#cod x male reader#cod x reader
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ANGIE BOUCHARD ââ `` HEADCANNONS ďš
kind of detailed. mainly fluff but some mild nsfw. pet names. angie x f!reader. kissing. flirting. teasing. witchcraft. hurt/comfort. jealousy. stalking. lipstick stains. drinking. gift-giving. forbidden love. âś headcannons - I'll be using these in my stories.
Her skin carries the gentle, inviting fragrance of soft vanilla from her body wash and lotions, while her perfume and oils evoke the delicate essence of jasmine and on some days cherry. If you get close enough, you might catch a faint hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air around her.
When she senses that you have feelings for her, she will go to great lengths to push you away, doing everything in her power to make you dislike her, regardless of the consequences or the hurt it may cause. If you work for her, she might even fire you to create distance. She might go as far as sleeping with someone else, knowing you will witness it, all in an effort to ensure you no longer harbor any affection for her.
When she first takes a liking to you, she becomes intensely curious about every aspect of your life. She might discreetly follow you or have someone else do it for her, gathering details about your preferences and routines. Although she would never admit to this, her interest quickly turns into a deep fascination when she falls for someone. She wants to know your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, and animalsâevery little detail down to the brand of your clothing and the scent of your perfume. Her aim is to understand who you are and imagine what your life together could be like. For her, close isn't close enough.
Angie uses witchcraft without shame, using it for nearly any task that might be simplified by it. She would use her magic abilities to clear traffic on her ride to work. When faced with paperwork, she might use it to finish everything. In her business dealings, Angie might cast enchantments to attract new employees or secure favorable contracts with clients. She may even use her magic abilities in intimate settings, using it to gain the upper hand in the bedroom. For Angie, magic is a gift and not a curse.
Angie never uses pet names with anyone, reserving them for only the closest relationships. Once she starts using them with you, she will rarely call you by your real name unless absolutely necessary. Her preferred term of endearment is "Sweetheart," but when she's in a foul mood or feeling playful, she'll switch to "Darling." To her, using pet names is an intimate gesture, so much so that she considers it a form of infidelity if used casually with others. She never uses these names on anyone else but you. If someone else calls you "babe," "hun," or "darling," Angie will stare at them with an accusatory stare. Later, she will demand to know why they addressed you that way, insisting that you must be cheating on her. To Angie, there is no other reason for someone to use such terms with you, especially since you are with her.
She tends to move quickly in relationships, especially if you show signs of reciprocating her feelings. On the first date, she will try to become physically intimate, her heels lightly running up your legs in the restaurant teasing you. Soon after, she will likely suggest that you move in together, even if it seems premature. If you hesitate or decline, she might respond with something like, "I can't help the fact that I want you all to myself, sweetheart.â
She flirts with you nonstop, regardless of the setting or the activity. Even during a family dinner, she would place her hand on your thigh and slowly inch forward, her eyes looking at you filled with a familiar fondness. If you ask her to stop, she will look at you innocently and claim that she was only trying to give you a massage and reassure you because you seemed stressed. Whether or not you believe her words doesn't matter to her; she enjoys seeing you get worked up over everything she does.
Her primary love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. When she first develops an interest in you, she will often bring you gifts or arrange for them to be delivered anonymously, just to see the smile on your face. Despite her flirtatious nature, she struggles with expressing her feelings through words. When you have a disagreement or a tense moment, she will often resort to physical touch as a means of apologizing or even conveying her feelings. She might place her hands on yours or find other ways to touch you, using these gestures to communicate what she cannot express verbally.
It would take her a very long time to admit that she loves you due to past rejections. She would only say it after you had expressed your love for her. When you first tell her, her mouth would slightly open, and she would look at you as if you had just told her the one thing she had been waiting to hear her entire life. She would immediately reciprocate, and her affection for you would be intense for the rest of the day. The next morning, she would want to hear you say it again. Those three words have a profound emotional impact on her. Even during an argument, if you say "I love you," she would soften instantly, smile at you, and once again shower you with affection, asking you to repeat those words, again, and again.
Angie has an obvious disregard for public norms. She deliberately leaves her red lipstick marks on you just to prove she could. It would become a routine for you to carry baby wipes at all times. Whenever she catches you wiping them off, she protests and leans closer across the table, kissing you with a playful defiance. When you confront her about the indecency, she would respond with a puzzled expression, questioning who made you feel guilty. She claims she could fuck you in a crowded restaurant and erase everyones memory of it the next day if she desired.
She loves the fact that your family doesn't approve of her; if anything, it makes her want to be with you more. She does want them to know she's the best possible person for you, but the idea of your love for her being forbidden just drives her crazy. She would tease your family, be all over you, showing them she's the best for you, but also pushing them down verbally and showing them they have no say anymore.
Angie is not a frequent drinker, but when she faces hardships, she will drown her feelings in alcohol. When you argue with her or when she feels you might leave, she will drink and wallow in her feelings. She prefers red wines, but she can drink hard liquor without so much as a grimace. She enjoys drinking with you, seeing you slowly let go and relax. She likes witnessing your true emotions and how much you trust her. She keeps bottles of wine in her cabinets for special occasions, or whenever they may be needed.
Angie is definitely more attracted to the masculine side of you. She likes it when you wear sports bras, tank tops, chains, and when you offer to fix something for her. Of course, she loves it when you wear heels, makeup, and dresses, but she also enjoys seeing you when you're more relaxed. She would often tease you and try to unbutton your pants while you were fixing her car.
Angie isn't very sensitive about your relationship. No one really tries to insult either of you due to Angie's power and status in town. However, if anyone attempts to insult you in any way, they would be forced to leave town or they would simply disappear randomly. You often notice a certain glint of hatred in Angie's eyes whenever someone calls you a dyke. Even after reassuring her they didn't mean it negatively, Angie still dislikes that term being used with you. If you strongly objected to her taking action against them, she wouldn't do anything unless they repeated it.
Angie wouldn't want any music playing when you two are being intimate. She enjoys hearing you and all the sounds you make for her. However, if you insisted, she would reluctantly agree but state that you owed her. Deep down, she would be a bit hurt and worried that you were getting tired of her. She would pout for the rest of the day until she got another chance to hear you moan for her. If you asked her to do something for you, she would cross her arms and say, 'I'd rather listen to music.'
When she gets into heated scenarios, her accent tends to slip out. For instance, when you two are in bed together, her French accent becomes more pronounced, and she whispers sweet nothings in French under her breath. Oftentimes, she will teach you French when you two are in bed together. She teaches you proactive phrases and gestures, such as how to ask her to stop, how to beg her to keep going, and how to tell her where and how to touch you.
Angie is unsure about having children. She likes the idea of having a child but is unsure if she would be a good parental figure. She would prefer to have a girl instead of a boy, but regardless, she would love them both equally. In time, she would become a great mother figure.
She takes it seriously when you get sick, whether it's a common cold or something more serious. She will use her witchcraft to make a remedy that could fix it immediately. As long as you are by her side, you wouldn't be sick for long because she makes sure of it.
She likes the idea of growing old with someone she loves but doesn't like the idea of death. She doesn't want to face the reality that one day you will grow old and die. She would constantly bring up the subject of immortality to you whenever she gets the chance. She wants to live with you forever and never wants to lose you.
Angie puts a lot of thought into you. On your dates, she always does what she knows you will love and buys you things you like. If she notices you staring at a piece of candy, she will buy it for you. This goes for anything you stare at, even herself. If you want it, she will give it to you. She will not settle for anything but the best for you.
Her favorite color is red. She likes all things red, but she is not afraid to admit when something is too ugly to be in red or when red looks hideous on something.
She loves roses, but for each rose color and pigment, she has a unique definition. For instance, she would give you red roses to convey her passion and love for you. She would give you white roses as a way to apologize, and so on.
Angie would always be there for you. If she caught you crying, she would not leave you alone until you told her what happened or until she felt good about leaving you alone for a while. She would wrap her arms around you and hold you flush against her body, asking you what happened. Deep down, she would always worry that she was the cause of your tears, but she would be relieved when you corrected her. She would do anything for you. She would always protect you, and that included your feelings.
#angelique bouchard#angelique bouchard imagine#angie bouchard#dark shadows#angelique bouchard x reader#angelique+bouchard+x+reader#barnabas collins
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Brain itches so a bit more ock stuff :3
I had to make ock a ref sheet for art fight so hereâs him with his frens!!!
Plus a kinda morbid memeâ (for those who may not know cream uhâ cream isnât around anymore-)
A bit of baby ock and huntsmann :3 and a little height chart for ock, will (more info below) and huntsmann
This fella here is another one of huntsmannâs âprojectsâ William Fillsworth (affectionately nicknamed WiFi by my moots), basically when finding a Psyker huntsmann finds âpromisingâ he forgoes protocol and takes the Psyker up himself (tends to work out as he has a âsixth senseâ for psykers after all and rarely travels [willingly] with another inquisitor who could âoverruleâ him or keep him from doing so) and trains them/teaches them in the way he sees fit
Cough cough COUGH
At the point he gained William to his ranks is very early on in him beginning to do this so not a lot of his psykers have made it this far (getting out of hand, found out, ect.) and before ock will is probably his longest lasting psyker up to this point, and helpful because ock has grown very attached to Will and formed a father/son sort of relationship with the father older psyker. so when Will begins to experience warp-induced headaches saying huntsmann begins to stress is an understatement. Not wanting to lose his hold now gained over ock + his longest lasting psyker his darling AdMech bf (sooon youâll see đ) steps in to help. Loosely servitor-izing the psyker, leaving him a barely functioning husk of a man and giving him a few extra mechanical bits and bobs. Devastated ock doesnât give up though, still clinging to and confiding in William, knowing heâs still in there somewhere, and he does sometimes get very minimal responses from will! So heâs holding out hope (even if huntsman often uses William as threats for ock..)
Nowâs that little guy I said weâd get to! This right here is huntsmannâs AdMech boyfriend and resident Gay wrongs partner in crime 𼰠they make a very lovey dovey duo who really just arenât the best morally but itâs fiiinnneeeee :3 huntsâ nickname for him and what I call him the most (for ease) is âMecha�� while his âgovernment nameâ is technically ZV-186 but shush itâs fine
Heâs the AdMech who servitorizes(sorta) will and does most of the upkeep to ensure Will doesnât explode in raw warp power among other little things and cuddling with his bf. All and all a solid nasty little manbot for his nasty husband
Finally is one of my favorite little shitposty little guilty pleasure ideas for ock to lighten the load a bit and that is the lovely and hilarious fact that all of the chaos gods wanna recruit him to chaos but heâs just having none of it. nurgle and slaanesh are having the least of it, theyâre just kinda low steaks not too worried about it and donât mind wether or not they walk away with a new follower, tzeentch and Khorne however at at one anotherâs throat for this kid- tzeentch is pissed Khorne is stepping on his toes [psyker] while Khorne is just there bc ock has eight in his name and thatâs his favorite.
Again itâs dumb and silly but hey, I love it and it gets a good chuckle outta me to imagine my skittish little guy being visited by chaos and trying to be tempted when he has literally no reason to (at most nurgle bc his dying for some familiar structure but even then doubtful)
Ignore my old Khorne design & my complicated tzeentch designs these were drawn before I settled on Khorneâs and simplified tzeentch
Ofc the icing on this stupid hc cake is emps just kinda rolls with it and blesses ock to avoid touch of chaos culling so he can just shill this little goober to chaos =w=
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#lazy art#wh40k art#wh40k oc#admech#adeptus mechanicus#ock & the trials of Terra#cw animal death#inquisitor oc#AdMech oc#psyker 40k#warhammer psyker#40k psyker#psyker#inquisitor 40k#40k inquisition#cw angst#angst#chaos gods 40k#40k chaos gods#chaos gods#40k nurgle#nurgle#slaanesh#40k slaanesh#tzeentch 40k#40k tzeentch#khorne#lazyâs long post
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OPENING UP - james marriott masterlist
tw/ mention of sexual assault! || as this kind of hit close to home, i thought i would write a little something that myself and many others (unfortunately) could relate to. sometimes reading/hearing something come from a comfort person can really help.
the camera appeared so daunting now that you were about to start explaining what happened to you. as much as you didnât want to have to explain what you went through as a young teen, you felt you owed your fans and followers an explanation.
stupidly, you started distancing yourself away from every social media platform without a reason. which of course, led to people making assumptions and spreading rumours about why you were gone for so long.
the reality was, it was starting to take a deeper toll on you due to the time of year; causing you to have such a lower outlook on life, your motivation levels were horrendous.
with much talking with james, your boyfriend, you both decided it would be best to explain whatâs happened so it can be done with for once and for all. he gave you some words of encouragement before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom so you felt more comfortable.
exhaling deeply, you pressed the record button and started off with a simple hello, giving a trigger warning and explaining what you would be talking about. you knew this was about to be a raw and emotional video so you apologised in advance.
then, you started. the further you went on, the more tears fell. trying your hardest, you simplified the story as much as possible so it was less to edit and less of a watch time.
once you were finished, you sobbed into your hands uncontrollably. much to your luck, james had heard and had entered the room; wrapping his arms around you. he didnât dare say a word, not yet. he waited, and waited, he waited for how ever long it took for your sobs to dull and your tears to slow.
âiâm sorry darlingâ is all he said once you had burnt yourself out, you leaned into his chest. âi want the thoughts to stop, i can still feel their hands on my skin. i hate it, i hate it jamesâ james wanted to cry with you, but he promised you and the people around him that he would be there for you, in any way shape or form.
âi know baby, i know.â he rubbed his hands up and down the side of your arm âi need you to know it wasnât your fault, it was never your fault, and it will never be your faultâ you closed your eyes and listened to his sweet words.
âwanna know a fact? every twenty eight days your skin sheds from his dead cells. thatâs about thirty thousand cells every minute. which means, you are free from them. they touch is no longer on you. you are clean and you are safeâ
heâs right, heâs completely right. every skin cell that that person had assaulted, is gone. itâs fallen off âthank youâ you said barely above a whisper. he softly kissed your temple, and held you closer to his chest.
âdid you manage to finish?â he asked with a nervous tone, you nodded your head not really in the mood to talk much.
âwhy donât you have a little nap?â you were about to protest, not wanting to be left on your own âdonât worry, iâll be with you the whole time. i wonât leave your side until you are ready, okay?â nodding in understanding, you both made your way to the bed. he helped you with getting undressed, yet he respected your boundaries and ensured he went at your pace.
you both slipped under the covers and held each other closely, not wanting to let go. âi love you, thank you for everythingâ
âi love you tooâ
#fanfic#fluff#cute#youtube#youtuber#james marriott x reader#james marriott x f!reader#james marriott x gn! reader#eboys#eboys x reader
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for the ask game :)
001 - perfectdolls
Ooo fun!!
when I started shipping it if I did:
I wanna say a couple months ago? I think? the earliest perfectdolls reblog I did was early june and that makes sense since I got into RTC in april, so I've shipped them for roughly that long :)
my thoughts:
LOVEEEEE <333333 My darlings my favs they are WONDERFUL I could talk about them foreverrr
I think they have SUCH a fun dynamic with tons of potential like okay so Jane and Ocean, ADORE, the beauty of Ocean's character development coming from seeing the human in a lost girl with no identity and sacrificing her own motivations to give someone she never even knew the chance is poetic PERFECTION AGH <3 the love is just so complex and beautiful I could SCREAM, then we've got RTC fanon Penny and Ocean, so essentially Penny the blank canvas, which I also ADORE, I love seeing their dynamic with different Pennys since every writer has a different take on her
BUT ANOTHER THING. TELL ME LEGOLAND PENNY AND OCEAN AREN'T WONDERFUL. like you've got this girl who has ultimately done some fucked up stuff but doesn't swear, is very anxious and is trying to be a good person, and then little miss perfect over here with her high and mighty attitude THAT IS A WHOLE COMBINATION I LOVE (and will explore in my next multichap I mean what cough cough)
What makes me happy about them:
I think they have such cute potential, just from seeing how Ocean starts to soften to Jane's presence within the show but also outside of that, it's two girls who have done fucked up stuff, whether it was justified or not, finding each other and healing in a way. They have kinda similar backgrounds, and I think they would really ground each other. They just complete each other in that way, Ocean has the determination and outspokeness that Penny needs to stand up for herself and be confident, and Penny has that deep understanding and care for other people that Ocean needs (both for herself and to learn from)
What makes me sad about them:
THEY ARE SO TRAGIC. THEY ARE PEAK TRAGEDY TO ME. I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING FUCKED UP POETIC RAMBLINGS ABOUT HOW FUCKING SAD THEY ARE.
Ocean's sacrifice, letting go of Jane and in the process her only chance at life, just to let her last moments go towards something good, Jane leaving the girl who learned to care for her too late, the intrinsic separation between the two of them and life and death, two lovers who can never be together AGH IT'S SO GOOD. I think they are perfect for absolutely heartbreaking angst, cyclone accident included or not, and it will always make me weep
things done in fanfic that annoys me:
This is more of a general thing for RTC fics but it does annoy me in perfectdolls fics especially - Ocean's flaws being ignored. I totally get not wanting to delve into hard-hitting character stuff and redeeming her in a realistic, detailed way, sometimes you just wanna write some fluffy lesbians, I get that! But I do feel like some perfectdolls fics kinda butcher Ocean's character entirely to avoid having to address she's flawed or even that she's more than just a blushy mess in a romance scenario like she's always VERY outspoken and loud and energetic I just can't see her being shy, sweet and agreeable while also ignoring ALL of her faults
it's easier to gloss over her character being simplified when she's not the main one in a fic but it really bugs me when people just. get rid of the bad stuff with no explanation or even acknowledgement. and you really can't get away with that when she's half of the main ship in the fic. my only exception for this would be future AUs, like if they're in their 20s I think you're fine to move past that but still, OOC Ocean pisses me off in all shapes and forms
I think Penny is hard to write OOC because most fics don't use Legoland!Penny and thus have literally nothing to go off, so remarkably Penny characterisation doesn't ever really bother me, AS LONG AS SHE HAS CHARACTER. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE BOTH OF THESE GIRLS A PERSONALITY.
okay I have ranted enough now đ
things I look for in fanfic:
BACKSTORY. I FUCKING LOVE PERFECTDOLLS BACKSTORY. ALSO ANGST.
perfectdolls have great slowburn potential but sadly I do not have the patience for slowburn unless the fic is incomplete and I'm reading updates as they come out, so with oneshots and stuff I look for solid characterisation, probably post-cyclone but I'm not too fussy with that, some good build up and context, and just a lil bit of spice yk just a dash for some flavour
in a general sense, with fanfic I'm always looking for getting together, in universe, probably friends to lovers although rivals can be good, and like a maximum of 20k words
Who Iâd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:Â
CDPLAYER đđđđ MY LOVES. yeah if Penny is not with Ocean she is 100% with Tammy I love them DEARLY <3333
Ocean is a tricky one, I think I would be happy for her to end up with Constance, I'm not a huge blackrose shipper but I'm never mad at them as a side pairing in other fics, I would be comfortable with them together if not perfectdolls, although generally if I'm not writing perfectdolls Ocean won't end up with anyone
My happily ever after for them:
This one is hard because almost everything I have written or come up for them that has an ending always ends badly đ I have never written them a happy ending before oops
I think, them living together in the city in their twenties, both of them chasing their dreams, going to college together and moving in together afterwards, I think that could be cute
who is the big spoon/little spoon:
Jane x Ocean - Jane is the big spoon, Ocean is the little spoon RTC!Penny x Ocean - Penny is the big spoon, Ocean is the little spoon Legoland!Penny x Ocean - Ocean is the big spoon, Penny is the little spoon
what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
hmmm again the fact I only ever think about sad ass prompts for them is failing me đ
this is more of genre of activities rather than a particular one but intimate non-sexual self-care is probably super important to them, like washing and brushing each others hair, doing their routines for each other, meditating together, just simple very close things to take care of each other
I think both characters can have tendency to neglect themselves and be detrimental to their own wellbeing (whether that's self neglect in pursuit of perfection or self-sabotage) and so I think taking care of each other in a sweet and healing way would be their favourite
for more generic answers I think they love doing things together, whatever it is, they love to be productive together like running errands, organising events/hang outs, volunteering (animal shelter perhaps?) and they are DEFINITELY the kind of people who love coexisting while doing their own thing, like doing homework in silence in the same room is precious to them, Penny listening to music while Ocean studies or plans whatever she's got her heart set on, and they would definitely call just to have each other on the phone even though they aren't talking
That's all I've got! This was fun :D
#pleaseee send more I loved doing this :D#ranting about my fav ships and characters?? literal heaven#this has made me want to write perfectdolls SO BAD but writers block is plaguing me#ride the cyclone#perfectdolls
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DĂŠ sorud! It's me again! I had two questions but they're very unrelated so I'm sending them in two asks:
First, I was wondering what sort of terms of endearment were common on Naboo (such as between couples, or between family, or to children, or more teasing names between friends) and whether there were any ways you could make a nickname from a normal name (as in, would you shorten a name/or maybe add something on the end (I believe it's called a diminutive? But I really do not know linguistics that well lol)
SĂŠto!
DĂŠ sorud!
Some terms of endearment:
cureecuree - sweetheart (lit. sweet-sweet)
câkeen - a way of saying "you" that kind of means "the only you"? "you, the one with meaning to me"? this is a very intimate form of address, not a pronoun
nasuka - ~darling
nacuree - honey
sukashisĂŠ - dear heart
nad folocâd - [my] beloved
conân - soulmate (would not be commonly used to address someone, but you could say [someone is your] conân)
nĂŠmmĂŠl - (lit. land-star)
These can be as teasing or genuine as the speaker wants, though nĂŠmmĂŠl in particular is often used in a teasing way, as is cureecuree, for... reasons.
There are two ways to go about nicknames. First, cut off the lowest vowel from their name (the order is â>o>u/a>e>i, so a/â will never get cut off, and neither will long vowels like oo, ee, or Ê) and then attach it to the end, and adjust sounds so the emphasis falls on that vowel and to get rid of weird or phonologically non-matching; the point is to shorten and simplify the name.
This can vary actual results heavily: Tsabin becomes Tsabni, Filla becomes Fllai, Câlude becomes Caldu, Luke becomes Elku or Ylku (instead of just Lku), Jisomb becomes Sombi, Namun becomes Namnu, Eirtama becomes Tamai, etc. Go with vibes.
The second way, for people who simply don't have the vowels to remove from their names: Just cut off the first syllables until you have something short, and maybe repeat it. PadmĂŠ might well have been MĂŠmĂŠ as a child. Sheev... let's not find out.
Hope this helps!
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the pursuit of a name
hello everyone!!Â
i might as well reintroduce myself here since iâll likely get some new readers! iâm ezzy and iâm 21, i usually write for mean girls the musical but iâve recently watched the new matilda movie and hohoooo the hyperfixation resurgence was just. WOW so anyway! here i am lol
thereâll be more information for you towards the end but i donât want to take up too much space at the beginning.Â
tw forÂ
mentioned/implied abuseÂ
and please let me know if i miss any warnings so i can add them in!!
enjoy!!
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âIâm back,â Matilda says as she opens and closes the door to their place.Â
âHi, darling,â Miss Honey greets. âIs Mrs. Phelps well?â
âOh, yes,â Matilda says as she comes to join her in the kitchen. âShe gave me this for you.â
âOh,â Miss Honey says as Matilda rests a well-loved copy of An Honest Thief on the table. âIâve been wanting to read this again.â
âI know,â Matilda says with an impish smile. âOh, she gave me extra lemonade for you, too.âÂ
âHow nice of her, thank you,â Miss Honey says as Matilda puts the tin thermos on the table as well.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âIâm working on a few papers to finalize your adoption,â Miss Honey sighs.Â
âOh.â Matilda says.Â
âOh?â Miss Honey questions, peeking at her over the tops of her reading glasses. âAre you upset about it?âÂ
âArenât you?â Matilda asks softly. âYou look stressed.âÂ
âNo, darling, no,â Miss Honey says immediately. âThe forms have been⌠a challenge, just because we have no way of getting in touch with your biological parents. Some information I need, I canât get. But thereâs ways around the lot of that for circumstances like ours.â
âOh.â Matilda says again. âWhat information?â
âNothing I think youâd know, brilliant as you are,â Miss Honey sighs, removing her glasses and leaving them to hang by the chain around her neck. âOh, but your middle name, what is that?âÂ
âI havenât got one,â Matilda says quietly. âMy parents said I was lucky I got a name at all.âÂ
Miss Honey sighs and gently tips up Matildaâs chin. âThey were lucky that they got a Matilda.âÂ
Matilda gives her a small grin, but thereâs a sadness behind it that makes Miss Honey frown.Â
âWe have the opportunity to change your name when your adoption goes through. Would you like to?âÂ
âIâm not sure,â Matilda says. âI⌠I am Matilda. I like my name.â
âWe donât have to change your first name if you donât want to. Matilda is a perfectly suitable and lovely name for you,â Miss Honey says. âBut if youâd like to pick a middle name for yourself, we could do that.âÂ
Matilda mulls this over. âCan I think about it?â
âOf course,â Miss Honey says comfortingly. âTake all the time you need. A name is a big decision.âÂ
Matilda nods. âIâm going to go put these in my bedroom.â
âAlright,â Miss Honey says as Matilda stands and grabs her large stack of new books. âOh, that reminds me!â
Matilda pauses on the staircase and turns to see her.Â
âWe still need to decorate. Would you like to head to the shops today and see what we can find?âÂ
Matildaâs face splits into a wide smile and she nods eagerly. Miss Honey grins back and motions her up the stairs. Matilda heads up a few more before she pauses again. âMiss Honey?â
âYes?âÂ
âWill I be a Honey too?â Matilda asks. âWhen Iâm adopted?âÂ
âIf⌠if youâd like to be,â Miss Honey says, trying to hide her excitement. âIs that what youâd want?âÂ
Matilda nods. âMatilda Honey sounds much nicer than Matilda Wormwood.âÂ
âThen youâll be Matilda Honey,â Miss Honey confirms. Matilda smiles again and rushes up the stairs.Â
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âWhat sort of theme do you think youâd like your room to have?â Miss Honey asks as they peruse the aisles of the home decor shop.Â
âI donât know,â Matilda says softly, holding her hand as she looks at all the different options. Dinosaurs, flowers, the circus, dogs, different cartoon characters⌠itâs overwhelming.
âThatâs alright,â Miss Honey says comfortingly. âWe can take our time with it. How about we start with a color, to simplify things? Do you have a favorite color, Matilda?âÂ
âBlue,â Matilda responds. âWould a blue bedroom be too terribly depressing?âÂ
âI donât think so,â Miss Honey replies. âBlue is a very relaxing color, I think that would be a fine color to paint your room.â
âDo you like blue, Miss Honey?â Matilda asks, looking up at her.Â
âI do,â Miss Honey says. âI think itâs a wonderful color. So many lovely things are blue.âÂ
âLike the sky,â Matilda says.Â
âAnd bluebells,â Miss Honey says.Â
âAnd the sea.â
âAnd your eyes,â Miss Honey says, gently tapping the end of Matildaâs nose. Matilda blinks in shock before she giggles faintly. âLetâs go pick some paint.âÂ
Matilda follows her to the paint aisle and looks around at all the different swatch cards. Miss Honey picks a few blue ones and starts perusing the different shade names.Â
âThese colors have very strange names,â Matilda says as she grabs a few too.Â
âThey do, donât they?â Miss Honey chuckles. âLook here, this oneâs called Lost at Sea.âÂ
Matilda giggles as she holds up one of the cards. âIâve got one called English Channel.â
Miss Honey chuckles as she reads the one Matilda holds up. âHow funny. Itâs a lovely shade, though.âÂ
âIt is,â Matilda agrees with a nod. âBut I like this one.âÂ
âLight Sky,â Miss Honey reads through the glasses perched on the tip of her nose. âItâs quite peaceful.â
âYes,â Matilda says. âWhenever I got overwhelmed before I could do my telekinesis, I used to imagine myself floating in the sky with the clouds. On a hot air balloon, or something. And I was so high up nothing could bother me anymore.âÂ
âThat sounds lovely,â Miss Honey murmurs softly. âWould you like to do that in your room? We could paint the walls this color if youâd like, and add clouds.â
âCould we?âÂ
Miss Honey crouches down to her eye level. âWe can do whatever weâd like.âÂ
Matilda beams and tackles her in a hug. Miss Honey squeezes her close and gently strokes through the soft ends of Matildaâs hair. They stay that way for a moment, both of them relishing in having someone dear they can hold close, before Miss Honey grabs the swatch card and heads to find someone to mix it up for them. Matilda follows, tightly holding her hand.Â
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They start painting the next day. They were both quite exhausted after their shopping day, but Matilda is so eager to get started that Miss Honey canât find it in herself to push it back any further.Â
They don some tattered old things of Miss Honeyâs that can stand to get covered in paint. Matilda giggles when she sees her in the ill-fitting and informal sweatshirt and jeans. Miss Honey laughs right back seeing Matilda swimming in an old button-down blouse with holes in the elbows and some shorts tied to fit around her waist.Â
âMiss Honey?â Matilda asks as she takes a small brush to outline the electrical outlets.Â
âYes, Matilda?â Miss Honey replies as she rolls the blue over a section of the first wall.Â
âWhatâs your middle name?âÂ
âMy middle name is Faith,â Miss Honey says. âMy father said that it took so much faith for he and my mother to have me that they hardly even had to think about it.âÂ
âJennifer Faith Honey,â Matilda recites to herself. âItâs pretty.â
âThank you,â Miss Honey says.Â
âIs it very common to take someone elseâs middle name?â Matilda asks as she outlines the light switch.Â
âNot very common, I would think,â Miss Honey says.Â
âOh,â Matilda replies. Miss Honey smiles sadly.Â
âWere you hoping to share a name?âÂ
âNot really,â Matilda shrugs. âIâm just looking for inspiration.âÂ
âI think youâll know when you find the proper one for you,â Miss Honey says, finishing the first wall.Â
âMatilda Faith sounds nice, but I donât think itâs right for me,â Matilda replies.Â
âAnd thatâs perfectly alright. Weâll get your name sorted out whenever you find the right one for you,â Miss Honey says. She takes a step back to admire her work. âWhat do you think?â
âItâs brilliant,â Matilda says, unable to keep a smile off her face.Â
âGood,â Miss Honey says, panting a bit for breath. âHard work, isnât it?âÂ
Matilda rests her brush on the tray and nods, coming to hug her. âThank you.âÂ
âOf course, my little firefly,â Miss Honey murmurs, kissing the top of her head. âYouâve got paint in your hair.âÂ
âYou smell of it.âÂ
âI think weâll both need a bath after we finish here,â Miss Honey chuckles.Â
They continue chatting as they paint the other three walls. Matilda eventually finishes all her outlets and joins in using the rollers. With the both of them working it goes much more quickly, though Matilda can only reach about three quarters of the way up the wall with hers and has to leave Miss Honey to do the rest.Â
By the time they finish the last, the first wall has dried. Miss Honey cracks open the can of white paint they purchased and takes a sponge. Matilda watches curiously as she dabs it in seemingly random spots on the wall in front of her, until she pulls back and reveals a quaint little cloud.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âItâs fantastic,â Matilda beams. Miss Honey smiles back and holds out the sponge.Â
âWhy donât you do a few?âÂ
Matilda takes the sponge from her hand and dips it into the paint. She picks a spot on the wall and stares at it, unmoving.
âMatilda?âÂ
âWhat if I ruin it?â Matilda asks worriedly. Miss Honey gently rests a hand on her shoulder and leans in to look from Matildaâs eye level.Â
âHave you ever seen a perfect cloud?â she asks softly. Matilda thinks before she shakes her head. âThen how could you ruin it?âÂ
She gently slides her hand down Matildaâs arm and guides the sponge to the wall. Once itâs squished against the surface and the first splotch of white is there, Matildaâs fear dissipates the slightest bit. She pulls it away and dabs it around in a few more spots before she takes a step back to see what sheâs done.Â
A delightful, fluffy looking cloud sits before her.Â
âBeautiful,â Miss Honey says. âDo a few more.âÂ
âWhat are you going to do?â Matilda asks. Her eyes widen as Miss Honey suddenly pulls out several tiny pots of various colored paints.Â
âSkies with just clouds are boring, donât you think?âÂ
Matilda smiles and nods. Miss Honey grabs a step stool and heads to the corner of the wall closest to Matildaâs window.Â
Matilda sponges on another cloud as Miss Honey outlines a hot air balloon in a rainbow of colors.Â
Miss Honey is beautiful when sheâs concentrating on something. Matilda likes watching her read, or cook, or clean, or do paperwork. Anything, really. Her eyes arenât angry the way her parentsâ used to be. They simply look⌠excited. Welcoming to whatever this project sheâs working on might bring her.Â
Her hair is unkempt today, since theyâve been working so hard. Matilda observes the frizzy strands framing her face, illuminated from behind by the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. She looks like the angels in all those paintings in the books about art Matilda has read. Matilda doesnât believe in angels in the biblical sense, but if there ever was a real one, it would be Miss Honey.
The silence between them is peaceful as they continue working on the accent wall. Matildaâs old house was always loud; whether due to her parents shouting at each other or just the ever-on television. Itâs quiet, here, but in a comforting sort of way. Miss Honey doesnât feel a need to speak all the time. Matilda appreciates that.Â
Miss Honey starts humming a tune to herself as she works. She sings and hums a lot. Her voice is soft, and sweet. She almost never notices sheâs doing it. Matilda often just sits and listens to the comforting, dulcet tones of her voice. She doesnât dare mention the humming or the singing to Miss Honeyâs face, lest she become self conscious and stop it altogether.Â
Their home is quiet, but not silent. And Matilda is perfectly happy with that.Â
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The sun is beginning to set by the time they finish with their respective tasks. Miss Honey has painted the most beautiful hot air balloon Matilda couldâve possibly imagined, with stripes in every color of the rainbow holding up the little basket.Â
âI think we need one last finishing touch,â Miss Honey says as they admire their handiwork from the other side of the room, hands resting pensively on their chins.Â
âFinishing touch?âÂ
Miss Honey grabs the yellow paint and pours some into an empty tray. Matilda approaches in confusion, which only grows when Miss Honey sticks her hands into it.Â
âMiss Honey!âÂ
âI thinkâŚâ Miss Honey says pensively, looking at every little place on the wall. She reaches up high and places one hand on the wall. âHere.âÂ
âWhat are you doing?â Matilda giggles. Miss Honey lines up her other hand against the first handprint so itâs facing the other way and repeats the motion.Â
âCome on,â Miss Honey coaxes, motioning to the paint with a smile. Matilda hesitates for a second before sticking her little hands into the gloopy yellow paint. Miss Honey comes up behind her and hoists her into the air. âPut one handprint there.âÂ
Matilda does, lining up her hand so itâs perpendicular to Miss Honeyâs handprints and squishing it against the wall. She squeals slightly as the paint oozes and gets between her fingers.Â
âAnd there,â Miss Honey coaches. Matilda puts handprints everywhere Miss Honey points to, and smiles as sheâs rested gently back on the ground.Â
âThe sun,â she says when she sees what their handprints have made.Â
âI think thatâs the best sun Iâve ever made,â Miss Honey says proudly.Â
âOur thumbprints made a love heart,â Matilda giggles, standing on her tippy toes to show the part where their thumbs overlapped. âThere.âÂ
âI think thatâs fitting,â Miss Honey says quietly. Matilda smiles up at her. Miss Honey smiles back. âNow, I think itâs time we leave this to dry and go wash up for dinner.âÂ
Matilda nods. Impishly, when Miss Honey turns, she presses a still-yellow hand against her backside. Miss Honey yelps and whirls around.Â
âOh, you little gremlin!â she says. Unlike all the previous times Matilda has heard those words, thereâs not a hint of malice behind it. She squeals as Miss Honey lunges for her and leaves a print on her shoulder. Matilda grabs a brush and some of the unused paint in other colors and swipes some over her sleeve.Â
Miss Honey grabs some purple and swipes some onto Matildaâs nose. Matilda gasps, going a bit cross-eyed as she stares at her purple nose. Miss Honey bites her lip as she tries in vain to hold back a laugh, like she herself canât believe she just did that.Â
It turns to a shriek as Matilda suddenly charges, armed with some green that she swipes all over Miss Honeyâs jeans. Miss Honey retaliates by grabbing her and spinning her around in a circle, leaving Matilda laughing harder than she thinks sheâs ever laughed in her life and completely unable to do anything other than sink to the plastic-covered ground in exhaustion when she lets her go.
Miss Honey laughs as she lies next to her, staring up at the as-yet undecorated ceiling. âOh, you make me laugh, Matilda.âÂ
âYou make me laugh too, Miss Honey,â Matilda says quietly. Unthinkingly, she reaches for and squeezes her hand. Miss Honey squeezes her back.Â
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âMrs. Phelps?â Matilda asks the next week during one of her daily visits to the book bus.Â
âYes, Matilda?â Mrs. Phelps replies, her turbaned head popping out from behind a shelf.
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
âMy name?â
âIâve only ever known you as Mrs. Phelps. Whatâs your first name, your middle name?â Matilda asks.Â
âWhy do you want to know so suddenly?â Mrs. Phelps asks, sitting in her chair and pouring a glass of lemonade.Â
âI just think a personâs name is a good thing to know,â Matilda explains. Mrs. Phelps doesnât seem to notice her dodging the question.Â
âMy first name is Praveena,â she says. âAnd my middle name is Dawn.âÂ
âPraveena Dawn Phelps,â Matilda says. Mrs. Phelps nods. âI like your names.â
âThank you. I like yours too,â Mrs. Phelps replies. Matilda sips thoughtfully at her lemonade.Â
âDo you have any books about names?â
âI must, somewhereâ Mrs. Phelps tuts. âRemind me to organize my sections.âÂ
âI remind you every time I visit, Mrs. Phelps.â
âYou do,â Mrs. Phelps acknowledges. âFat lot of good it does, eh?â
âMiss Honey and I could help you do it sometime,â Matilda says as they both scan the shelves for anything to do with names. âSheâs been wanting to visit you more.â
âHas she?â Mrs. Phelps says, a bit louder than she needs to since sheâs a slight distance away. âSheâs always welcome.âÂ
âIâll let her know. Weâll clear a day,â Matilda says.Â
âAh! Here we are,â Mrs. Phelps calls. Matilda rushes over as she pulls out a small stack of dust-covered baby naming books. âIâll keep an eye out for others, but this should be enough to get you started.â
âOh, yes, this is perfect!â Matilda says. âMay I borrow these?â
âOf course, Matilda,â Mrs. Phelps says. âWhat are you up to? Trying to name a character in a story of yours?â
âYou could say that,â Matilda replies softly, staring at the books in her hands. âThank you Mrs. Phelps! Iâll see you tomorrow!â
âBy the windmill!â Mrs. Phelps calls as she goes rushing out the door.Â
âWindmill!â Matilda yells to acknowledge she heard. Mrs. Phelps shakes her head affectionately and starts packing up for the day.Â
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âYour new room is brilliant,â Lavender says upon seeing it for the first time. Itâs come a good ways since the painting of the walls. Every day they add a little something. Matilda has a proper, massive, cozy bed with fluffy white sheets and pillows and blankets like a cloud.Â
She has a huge bookshelf, large enough to practically take up the whole wall. Miss Honey has been taking her to bookstores as well as her visits to Mrs. Phelps at the library, so itâs filling up quite quickly. She has her own desk for schoolwork and a place to read. And Miss Honey even put together a special reading nook in the corner, with a plush carpet and rainbow-colored cushions to sit on, and a tulle rainbow curtain hanging from the ceiling like a tent. Itâs everything a little girl could want from a bedroom. âThank you.â
âWhat are you reading this time?â Lavender asks around a mouthful of bubblegum, lying on her stomach on Matildaâs new bed.Â
âA book of baby names,â Matilda replies.Â
âBaby names? What baby?â Lavender asks. She gasps suddenly. âIs Miss Honey-â
âNo, sheâs not,â Matilda interrupts. âIâm trying to pick my middle name.â
âYou donât have one?â
âNo,â Matilda replies. âAnd I canât find one for myself, either.âÂ
âMy mum says picking my middle names was harder than my first,â Lavender agrees.Â
âWhatâs yours?âÂ
âIâve got three,â Lavender replies.
âThree?!â Matilda asks in shock.Â
âMy whole family kind of does. In the Philippines a lot of people have got two first names, and their mumâs old last name usually becomes a middle name,â Lavender says. âMy parents gave me two first names and two middle names. But I count the second first one as a middle one.â
âThatâs lucky,â Matilda says. âWhat are they?â
âMy first name is Lavender-Maria,â Lavender says. âAnd my middle names are Elizabeth and Santos.â
âLavender-Maria Elizabeth Santos Torres,â Matilda says.Â
âIn the flesh,â Lavender says with a nod.Â
âHow did your mother pick your middle name? The Elizabeth one, I mean?â Matilda asks, closing her book and gently putting it aside.Â
âI dunno,â Lavender says with a small shrug. âShe said she thought about names sheâd seen and that she liked. In stories, and stuff. And she picked one from that. But she picked my brotherâs because his middle name is our dadâs dadâs dadâs name.âÂ
âStoriesâŚâ Matilda mumbles to herself. She shifts so sheâs lying flat on her back, looking up at her ceiling. Miss Honey hung twinkly lights all over it that look like stars when the lights are off. The lights arenât on right now, since itâs daytime, but theyâre one of Matildaâs favorite bits of her new bedroom. âWhat do you think my middle name should be?âÂ
âLavender?â she suggests with a chortle.Â
âI wouldnât want to steal your name,â Matilda replies in complete seriousness. âBut it is a lovely name.âÂ
âWhat are some of your favorite book characters? Just pick one of them,â Lavender says.Â
âOphelia,â Matilda says. She wrinkles her nose. âMatilda Ophelia sounds like a medical condition.âÂ
Lavender laughs harder than is probably appropriate. âYeah.âÂ
âSherlock Holmes,â Matilda says.
âHeâs a boy.âÂ
âYeah,â Matilda sighs. âCasy?âÂ
âCasyâs not bad,â Lavender says.Â
âIt still just⌠doesnât feel like me,â Matilda grumbles. âHow about⌠Josephine? Miss Honeyâs been reading me Little Women before bed this week. She says Jo reminds her of me.â
âMatilda Josephine is just a mouthful,â Lavender says, blunt as always. Matilda nods with a sad sigh. Lavender clocks it, because she sits up and rests a friendly hand on Matildaâs shoulder. âYouâll think of something. You think of everything.âÂ
Matilda giggles at that. âThanks, Lavender.âÂ
âWhat are best friends for?â Lavender says.Â
âââââ
It takes another month of thinking, and another four name books Mrs. Phelps orders specially for her. Matilda spends practically all of her free time poring over what her middle name should be. Sheâs had a few that sound nice, but none of them have quite given her that⌠aha moment. That just right feeling, like the kind you get when a story has the perfect ending.Â
Sheâs about to call off the hunt for a middle name altogether and stick to just being plain Matilda, when something Lavender said comes back to her.Â
âBut she picked my brotherâs because his middle name is our dadâs dadâs dadâs name.â
A family name.Â
Matilda never met her own grandparents. They never visited or called. She wonders if her parents even bothered to tell them she existed or not. She doesnât know their names, or what they look like. Neither of her parents have siblings, so thereâs no aunts or uncles to pick from either. She most definitely isnât interested in naming herself after her parents.
She doesnât have any family names to pick from.Â
She fidgets sadly with a loose thread on Miss Honeyâs duvet, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Miss Honey is working on something for the school at her big wooden desk against the wall. Matilda listens to the sound of her pen scritching quietly across the paper in perfect, even strokes.Â
Miss Honey says all the time that Matilda doesnât have to ask for hugs when she needs one. And Matilda needs one now.Â
She stands and pads over to the desk, wrapping her small arms around Miss Honeyâs shoulders and resting her chin to peek over the left one.Â
âHello, darling,â Miss Honey says, resting a warm hand against Matildaâs cheek.Â
âHello,â Matilda replies quietly.Â
âYou alright?â Miss Honey asks. Matilda nods, so Miss Honey gives her a gentle pat and returns to her work.Â
Matildaâs eyes wander over the desk. Everything stays in roughly the same place on Miss Honeyâs desk. A snow globe that had been a gift from one of her students, a paperweight in the shape of a swan from another. Matildaâs eyes suddenly lock onto the photos of Miss Honeyâs parents.Â
âMiss Honey?â
âYes, Matilda?â the woman replies.Â
âWhat was your motherâs name?â Matilda asks quietly. The story that eventually led them both here told Matilda that her fatherâs name was Magnus, but Matilda never learned Miss Honeyâs motherâs name.Â
âMy mother?â Miss Honey asks. Matilda can feel her smile as she reaches for the photograph. Mrs. Honey was a very beautiful woman. She gave Miss Honey her eyes, and she had dimples too. Matilda never met her, but even looking at the picture just fills her with a sense of love. âHer name was Katherine. But everyone called her Kate.âÂ
âKate,â Matilda says. âWould⌠do you⌠do you think sheâd mind if that became my middle name?âÂ
Miss Honey turns her chair around and gently takes Matildaâs little hands into her own warm ones, squeezing her palms.Â
âI think she would be so honored,â she says. âThat a little girl as amazing as you would want to be named after her.âÂ
âReally?â Matilda asks. Miss Honey has tears brimming in her eyes as she nods.Â
âReally. From everything my father told me about her⌠she would have loved you so much, Matilda. You two wouldâve been the best of friends,â she says, her voice trembling the slightest bit.Â
âShe sounds like I wouldâve loved her too,â Matilda says, drying Miss Honeyâs tears with little fingers. âAs long as she liked to read.âÂ
âWhere do you think I got it from?â Miss Honey asks with a chuckle, pulling Matilda into her lap. Matilda rests against her shoulder as they both look at the photo one more time.Â
âMatilda Kate Honey,â Matilda says, more to herself than anything else. The words just feel⌠right, in her mouth. In her mind. Sheâs a Honey. And her middle name is Kate. Just like her grandmother. She does have a family name after all. âI love you, Miss Honey.âÂ
âI love you too, Matilda Kate.â
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thank you for reading!!
now to the boring stuff lol
i post on wednesdays!! not every single one, but when i do post things it will be on a wednesday so if youâd like to see more from me that is the day to keep an eye out!Â
please feel free to leave requests, whether for these two or not and i will do what i can to make them happen :)Â
i am, unfortunately for everyone involved, american, so i apologize for any inaccuracies in their britishness or for any differences in british systems and american systems that iâm not aware of. please bear with me!!Â
with the exception of lavender (and likely a few other more âbackgroundâ characters) iâm going to do my best to leave them as physically vague as possible. for stories like these i think itâs more important that you as the reader be able to imagine whoever you want as these characters; whether thatâs yourself, your favorite actor, or something else :)Â
going along with that i did as much research as i could about how filipino people handle names but i am not filipino so i apologize sincerely again if anything with lavender wasnât accurate.
iâm on wattpad and ao3 at the same handle so please feel free to pop in and say hello there if youâd like to!
i think thatâs everything!! thank you so much for reading!! i hope you enjoyed and that you have a lovely day!Â
#matilda#matilda the musical#matilda 1996#matilda netflix#matilda wormwood#jennifer honey#miss honey
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got super upset but managed to cool down from it. But here's the chain reaction simplified:
Noticed I had almost 444 videos on my channel âĄď¸get excited because it's a unique number and look up any pokemon connected to it âĄď¸ it's Gabite! Perfect segway into me doing Garchomp lineâĄď¸ Realize that line is really something detailed and dark environment wise but I want to switch it upâĄď¸ (Wip of that below)
instead decide I will draw them all outside at night with stars because thats nice and not super darkâĄď¸ downside/ will take longer and not fit in my time queue âĄď¸decide to look for another pokemon with at least the number 44 in the dex of a pokemon either not already done or in a evo line i could do âĄď¸ TRAPINCH! a darling also a dragon fits well in my theme âĄď¸ I get to sketching but also flygon's form is...not working with me? (wip below)
âĄď¸ program crashes on me mid drawing and recording :D
âĄď¸decides that now is a good break time from doing so many big 3 evo lines at once. Will come back to them at a healthier and calmer time. Is a little sad.
Then I remembered I can still technically meet the 444 with my total number of pokemon drawn in my journal later on.
SO alls well that end well? c:
#I like the progress on both#might end up scrapping garchomps to start fresh /but keeping flygon's if i can just rework those feet...legs...meh#also a lot happening with family so i cant deny that is having some effect on me (but honestly same for anyone)#so.....i can say expect more of the single base pokemon and at least 2 tier evolution lines tbh#those are more relaxing for me to handle =v=#wip
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Spoilers for The Midnight SoirĂŠe on ao3
link to the series: RosenRot Au (i hope the link works, i dunno how they work here on tumblr) by Analytical_Cochineal (ao3) here is their tumblr too
I finally decided to draw fanart for my favourite fanfic and kirby au (its actually my second attempt, fucked up the first one and left it unfinished) so here it is!
there isnt an official yin-yarn gijinka on the art references fic, and i was too lazy to create one for him so uh...yeah.
based on SaturdayLemon's comment on chapter 5.
i thought it'd be funny to have him in the shinji pose, it was a pain drawing this, i dunno what was more difficult, the chair or kirby himself in that pose
i kinda tried to like, merge my style a bit with the reference(? if thats understandable, dunno sorry im shit at explaining but i'll try my best, ok so, i wanted to keep the facial features, because my artstyle tends to be kinda simplified, especially in the face so it usually doesnt have much diversity in head form and stuff (im kinda trying to work on that), i think saying that i tried to adapt it to style would be more accurate? not sure, but if i try drawing this goober again i'll try ti adapt it better, because he kinda looks...off? to me
love'd bad end nights, i tend to ocasionally check ao3 to see if theres anything new in the tags i lurk on, gasped when i saw another entry on the RosenRot AU
the only way that i had to describe it after finishing chap.1 was
"its written by a human yet it is so beyond my human comprehension i literally didnt understand anything at all yet i understood everything at the same time and i love it" i dunno its weird to put what i felt into words. i think kirby has a terrible time is so accurate, so much so i'd say its an understatement and terrible doesnt make it justice to what the silly goes trough
originally this were gonna be two drawings, this the first, and another one of fluff dissapointed, but uh, i fucked up the second one and i couldnt salvage it. so he died i guess, i was thinking about end of chap3 and beggining of chap4, basically "were going to be wed my darling fian- what do you mean by what."
also my first attempt was chap5 fluff, but i fucked up and it was followed by one of the weirdest intereactions i've ever had (it was 2am and i hadent gotten a good sleep in some days and i was watching a video talking about those "kid channels" that are definitly not for kids and weird (censored ofc) stuff appeared and i literally said "do u see this shit fluff" y'know the spider-man meme? yeah that one, and there's more but im going off the rails)
dead attempt of the chair thing
i think imma cut it here, i have so much more to rant about (i rlly love this au) but i'll save it for another post of this
Jambuhbye :3 !
#fanart#kirby#kirby fanart#kirby gijinka#art#doodle#RosenRotAU#The Midnight Soiree (Kirby fic)#Fae Prince Fluff#prince fluff#kirby au#this au lives rent free in my head#but peacefully#until another part is realesed#then its like a storm that leaves me spinning around jumping and running i love this au so much#now its gonna be silent again until there is another chapter for bad end nights or another entry#kirfluff#i was originally gonna post some kirby (normal kirby) doodles but i really wanted to post these#ok now actually bye why do i always overtag holy fuck
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Hi again! Sorry if this is a loaded question/has been answered before, but how do you come up with the ideas for your games, and how do you flesh them out into full-on stories? Also, do you have any writing tips? Especially ones concerning visual novel/RPG writing.
Hello hello!!
Honestly most of my ideas stem from my characters!! Typically it starts with me having characters I really care about and them formulating stories around them. I often think about major events I would want to happen in these stories and then how they might string together to form a competent beginning, middle, and end. You might have to let go of a few of those ideas along the way, but having some "darling ideas" to pick and choose from and swap out is always good!
For example, Crowscare. I always had Ryo who was a little scarecrow child. From there I started experimenting with the idea of living in an autumnal town and having some sort of connection to crows, being a scarecrow himself. He only has a Dad, would he want a mom like his friends have? Would this mom character be good or bad? What events could happen depending on what I choose? So on, so forth, etc etc....That's a really simplified explanation, but I hope it makes sense!
As for writing tips, hmm...Something I do is often write myself brief character descriptions before getting into the skeleton of my stories. It helps me keep track of the characters motivations and wants and how that will influence the direction of the story. It's good to try and keep your characters internally consistent, and if their personality causes conflict that's probably a good thing rather than a bad thing! Might just mean you gotta get a bit creative with how you're going to get to the ending you want!
#i hope this all makes sense I feel like it might seem a little silly#but idk if im good at giving out tips like this!!#im flattered you wanted to ask though <3#ask
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You said that Kazuomiâs ultimate vacation is part of the main story but itâs under special stories? I guess you mean itâs essential to be read? What special stories of MK are a must read? Because they have a lot of LC ones and well it will take a long time for me to get through them all because of money. I guess what I want to say is that I want to prioritize the must read ones only for practicality sake. So which stories are these?
Hi!
My bad, I got mistaken and thought that it was a main story considering it did mention some important things related to the previous MS, and I genuinely thought it was time for a new MS for him. I should have doubled checked beforehand though sorry sorry!
I don't know what the next MS will be about, but I wouldn't say Ultimate Vacation is essential to read to understand what will happen in the next season, although it's definitely better if you do get to read it. You wouldn't miss out on important lore details particularly, but more on the characters' development in their relationship.
A lot of MK's special stories are linked to the MS and in this case, I guess you could say that altogether, they all form the MS. It's kind of hard to pinpoint exactly which special stories are to prioritize due to that, but I'd say that the special stories aren't required to understand the MS, so they're not really a must-read.
To simplify, main stories are required to understand special stories, but special stories aren't required to understand main stories. If you're looking to catch up to the main story only, you don't have to buy the special stories yet, you could even read them for free if they're LC and buy hearts later.
I also have to mention that I have been reading all stories from the moment they were released, so I have read a lot of them maybe 1 or 2 years ago, or even more. I don't remember everything that happens in them, so I can only help you with the ones where I remember what happens for the most part.
If you want to know the ones I think are more important to learn a bit more about him or about the development of the relationship, I recommend the following:
Salacious Christmas Kisses
Imitation Marriage
Crazed Kisses for My Darling
Ultimate Vacation
Not at all linked to any of the main stories but these ones are important to know more about their past back in college (you can choose to only read and buy hearts to use on Kazuomi's PoV and therefore will learn more about him):
Episode Zero: The Legendary Rebels Meet 1 & 2
Again, these special stories are definitely not required and won't bring you amazing plot twists, but they're awesome to read. Think of them more as bonuses to the MS.
If you ever need help with the amount of hearts you'll need for the stories, I'm sure you can find a few love choice guides out there, or I could help you and make them if you ever need it
Thank you for the ask, and happy reading to you â¤
#ask#masquerade kiss#mk#kazuomi shido#voltage romance games#voltage#otome game#love 365 find your story#love 365#voltage inc
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Taylor Swift â 1989
Can it really be your âfirst documented, official pop albumâ if youâve already released three of the biggest pop albums in recent memory? 10 years ago this weekend, Taylor Swift delivered the answer to that question, and the answer was a decisive, resounding âYes.â From the vantage point of 2024, itâs almost difficult to remember any version of Taylor Swift that wasnât a world-conquering, stadium-tour-dominating pop star. The past two years of Taylormania have so thoroughly dwarfed any other pop star achievement in my lifetime that itâs even a little difficult to think back to pre-COVID times, when it seemed like the Taylor Swift machine was maybe starting to run out of gas. As mid-decade lists pour out from every music publication out there, I expect plenty of debates about what was the quote-unquote âbest songâ or âbest albumâ of the decade. When it comes to discussing the artist of the decade so far, though, there is simply no debate: itâs Taylor, then itâs 93 million miles, and then itâs everyone else. But it wasnât always that way, and in the Taylor Swift story, itâs album number five, 2014âs 1989, that serves as arguably the most important inflection point between phase one Taylor and the force of nature we know today. Per the narrative, Taylor Swift before 2014 was a country star who had crossed over to pop music success but never fully left her Nashville roots behind. 1989, in being her âfirst documented, official pop albumâ â the weird phrasing she used to describe the LP when she officially announced it in August 2014 â was the album that made the crossover complete, and solidified Taylorâs status as the worldâs biggest musical star in the process. The thing with narratives is that theyâre often predicated on half-truths. Real life is messy, full of all sorts of jagged edges and unclean lines. The stories we tell about our lives often sand away those edges to simplify the act of retelling. Such is also the case with artists and the stories they tell about their art, and itâs certainly true about Taylor Swift, someone who had absolutely made pop albums long before 2014. Letâs review: Taylor arrives, at least as a recording artist, in 2006 with her self-titled LP. No arguments from me that this debut album is clearly a country record. The same is probably true about 2008âs Fearless, even though it achieved the kind of crossover that no country album in my lifetime up to that point had achieved. There had been massive, massive country acts in the â90s, of course: Garth Brooks and Billy Ray Cyrus and Shania Twain and Faith Hill and the Dixie Chicks. All those artists sold tons of albums, and most of them scored massive hits. Faith Hill even had the top-charting song of 1999, besting Santana and Rob Thomas and âSmooth.â With Fearless, though, Taylor felt more embraced by the pop mainstream than any of countryâs â90s titans, especially as songs like âYou Belong with Meâ and âLove Storyâ broke down every genre barrier out there. Fearless was also an awards show darling in extremely notable ways, whether Taylor was beating out Beyonce at the MTV Video Music Awards (much to the chagrin of a certain rapper) or winning her first of four (and counting) Album of the Year Grammys. So, thatâs one true-blue country album, and one album that rode the pop-country divide so cleverly that it brokered a new kind of peace between pop listeners and country listeners. The widespread embrace of Fearless set the stage for two albums that arguably have more pop in their DNA than country. 2010âs Speak Now throws Nashville a couple bones, in the form of songs like âMean,â âBack to December,â and the b-side âOurs.â But itâs also got pure pop moments like âThe Story of Usâ and âSparks Fly,â and big rock songs like âHauntedâ and âBetter Than Revenge.â It was also the first Taylor album to sell a million copies in a week, a mark previously only achieved by one country album: Garth Brooksâ Double Live from 1998. 2012âs Red is even more blatantly ânot country,â and thatâs⌠https://chorus.fm/reviews/taylor-swift-1989-2/
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once again i am asking people to read jwqs
i bet you thought you saw the last of me, motherfuckers *maniacal laughter increases*. thatâs right, today in ârainâs unhinged webnovel recommendations,â iâm here to tell you why you, yes YOU, should read jwqs.
what is jwqs?
jwqs, translated as clear and muddy loss of love, is a novel by the author Please Donât Laugh/PDL, an author known for writing wlw webnovels such as female emperor and the eldest princess. jwqs is another one of her baihe, or wlw, novels, and is complete at 303 chapters and change in extras.
what is jwqs about?
qiyan agula, the prince of the grass plains, is the eldest daughter of the chief of a tribe living across the river from a rival kingdom. she has been raised as a boy from birth because ~politics~. when the rival kingdom massacres her people, she decides to take revenge by integrating herself as a male scholar in their country and working her way up the political ladder until she is in a position to burn it all to the ground. unfortunately for her, she does a little TOO well and is in the perfect position as an imperial scholar to be betrothed to the emperorâs favorite daughter, the youngest princess nangong jingnu.
the novel spans their decades-long relationship, including both their growing feelings towards each other, the political machinations of the court, civil instability within and around the kingdom, as well as qiyanâs road towards vengeance.
so this is a standard enemies to lovers arranged marriage story, so what?
oh my dear sweet summer child. you darling little fool lost to the winds of cliche storylines. this is no mere collection of hot tropes, this is a turducken of dramedy that will rip your still-beating heart out of your chest and cackle as it burns it in front of you. this webnovel will bury itself in your synapses until you sit up in bed at 4am Thinking about cycles of violence and the inevitable degradation of memory. while it IS a romance, it is also a dizzying political drama with a deft touch for platonic and familial relationships the likes of which iâve rarely found in other texts.
Not only that, but to characterize jwqs as enemies to lovers is to simplify their relationship to an insulting degree- these two useless sapphics go through basically every relationship dynamic possible at some point, and most of the time at least one of them doesnât hate the other! Their relationship is maybe best summarized by this twitter post, which makes me cackle every time.
so itâs more plot-focused than relationship-focused?
while jwqs IS largely concerned with broader issues within the kingdom and the opposing wei and grass plain factions, it would be remiss of me to say that it isnât as concerned with its main relationship! the political drama of this novel is reflected through the evolving relationship between qiyan and jingnu, and their positions being what they are, their personal decisions and shifts in power dynamic ripple out to have significant consequences in the broader setting.
Additionally, beyond the main couple, evolving relationships and what people can come to mean to one another forms the backbone of jwqsâ themes, and each character has a complicated web of dynamics that refract into the sociopolitical situation. Rather than saying itâs more relationship or plot-focused, itâs more accurate to say that the plot and relationships of jwqs are inextricably entwined.
short answer: kind of!
okay this sounds like a bonafide tragedy, will the ending destroy my soul?
skip this one if you donât even want a whiff of spoilers, but for those who are worried- jwqs does technically have a happy ending! it says so right in the summary!
now, to get to the more complicated answer - it depends on your tragedy threshold. this novel will spend three hundred chapters making you think âoh this CANNOT end well,â and then sprinkle in moments of such sweetness that youâre forced to consider âbut wouldnât it be wonderful if it did?â i truly spent the novel expecting a purely tragic ending, but instead got....kind of a bittersweet one! if you want the true happy ending you HAVE to read to the epilogue, the ending proper will only flash a few knives between its fingers before flinging them directly at your bared throat.
any caveats or trigger warnings?
yes, definitely! once again, iâm a fan of people going into a book eyes open, so hereâs a list of things in the book that may turn some people off!
the book starts with a genocide, and spends much of the novel dealing with the horrific aftermath that the survivors deal with
itâs generally a pretty heavy book that doesnât shy away from gore
there are depictions of sexual assault (not among the main characters), though the translation does warn for it!
thereâs a relationship between an older and younger woman where the younger woman is in a state of dissociative mental trauma, and it is unclear whether or not she is capable of giving informed consent. this relationship is depicted as positive and grows into a consenting healthy relationship between two adults, but the beginning can be...pretty rough, since the book itself doesnât seem to view this as a significant power imbalance/possible assault
there is an age gap between the main characters, and one of them is thirteen when they marry for political purposes. nothing happens between them until theyâre in their twenties, but this premise might not be for some!
the first chapter of the translations has a more holistic list of trigger warnings, so iâd recommend reading through that first if you have any fears! this is just what stood out to me personally
anything else to sweeten the pot?
if youâre still not convinced, please have this miscellaneous list of reasons i love jwqs:
while the main characters have a tempestuous relationship, their dynamic stays incredibly sweet and loving throughout the novel. they are SO cute and kind to each other it makes me froth at the mouth
it has some of the most nuanced and subtle character writing iâve ever seen, and depicts every character with a deftness that wouldâve come out as overwrought in most other texts
the main character is a GREMLIN and EVIL, iâve seen all you âwhereâs my evil girl mcâsâ on tumblr...this is your time
the mc is a compulsive liar to everyone including herself (hm that sounds familiar) and that makes the book incredibly funny to read when you read between the lines
the authorâs notes are.....so good. this lady just loves ladies so much yâall
SO many supportive himbos
the main character can speak to horses. no thereâs no magic in this world. no this isnât a plot point. no thereâs no explanation
just....watch this:
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anyways please read this stupid little book about lesbians i canât stop thinking about them and itâs ruining my life. i need someone to holler with and force me to finish this authorâs other books. you can find the translated chapters here.
#posting on my bday as a treat to myself#jwqs#clear and muddy loss of love#rain's menagerie of unhinged webnovel recs
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