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harleyacoincidence · 6 months ago

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I was tagged by @the-down-upside-finch in a game about how your characters from different WIPs would judge each other. I have a nice bunch of dramatic people, so this should be interesting. The post I was tagged in is here. The link to the original post is here.

Tagging (with no pressure): @aziz-reads @olivescales3 @galactic-knightmare and anyone who would like to join!

Here we go, get ready for a long one:

Characters I will be using:

Hadeon, Time, Hemlock, Lawrence, Alodar Dresden, Selene Hargrave, Blaise, Ferphasia, Bridget, and Lilin.

Hadeon’s Opinions:

Time:

Pretentious hipster with the IQ of a granite countertop.

Dispose of immediately.

Hemlock:

Respectable powers and use of them.

Disgusting tendencies.

Lawrence:

Annoying.

Dispose of immediately.

Alodar:

A little too goth, but excellent strategies and thought processes.

Commune with more often.

Selene:

Lovely sense of humour, quite reasonable.

Spend time with more often.

Blaise:

HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?!

Permanently dispose of as soon as possible.

Ferphasia:

Impressive powers and dedication to beliefs and values, but too cutesy.

Leave alone.

Bridget:

Reasonable, interesting powers.

Commune with to cause chaos and commit crimes.

Lilin:

Got what she deserved.

To be forgotten.

Time’s Opinions:

Hadeon:

A bit too rude.

Avoid if possible.

Hemlock:

Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Avoid being spotted by him at all costs.

Lawrence:

Self-absorbed idiot.

Keep on hit list.

Alodar:

Unconcerned.

Who cares?

Selene:

A possible threat.

Avoid or be written into fanfiction.

Blaise:

Relatable, but childish and annoying.

Avoid this brat.

Ferphasia:

Valiant, with good intentions.

Leave alone for now.

Bridget:

Too short-tempered.

Avoid indefinitely.

Lilin:

Who??

What??

Hemlock’s Opinions

Hadeon:

Very reasonable, quite respectable.

Commune with more often.

Time:

A moron and a coward.

Kill as soon as possible.

Lawrence:

YES! KILL!

[crowd cheers]

Alodar:

Decent, if a little too goth.

Leave alone.

Selene:

Decent, if a little concerning.

Convince to not write fanfiction.

Blaise:

Bratty.

Avoid or kill on sight.

Ferphasia:

Needs to pick up on Jade’s hints.

Set up on a date with Jade.

Bridget:

Fun to be around, if a little too fiery.

Leave be.

Lilin:

A failure of a demon.

Avoid.

Lawrence’s Opinions:

Hadeon:

Nice ranking, terrible personality.

Avoid due to the rumour about his weapon.

Time:

Who?

Where?

Hemlock:

Just no.

Avoid at all costs, even for scams.

Alodar:

Not really all that interesting or important.

Scam if possible.

Selene:

Truly terrifying.

Avoid at all costs.

Blaise:

Stylish and relatable, but too low-ranking.

Leave alone.

Ferphasia:

Lovely to deal with.

Commune with more often.

Bridget:

Too dangerous, inferior as well.

Avoid unless scamming.

Lilin:

Boring, inferior.

Avoid.

Alodar’s Opinions

Hadeon:

Ask for advice on keeping hostages.

Meet up with more frequently.

Time:

Good sense of style, a bit of a crybaby.

I’ve never seen this dude in my life and do not intend to again.

Hemlock:

Too similar to my patron.

Run.

Lawrence:

Oh my God, do you ever shut up?

Avoid.

Selene:

My worst nightmare.

Avoid to keep fanfics shipping me and Grokk together from coming into existence.

Blaise:

Annoying.

Traumatize or attempt to kill.

Ferphasia:

Me, but worse.

Ehh?

Bridget:

Very fun to be around.

Spend time together more often.

Lilin:

An understandable person, and quite sophisticated.

Consider meeting again.

Selene's Opinions:

Hadeon:

Bestie!!

WRITE FANFICTION WITH HIM IN IT-

Time:

No thanks.

Bye.

Hemlock:

WTF???

Put in the soup of death.

Lawrence:

I get you, but you're annoying and weird.

Avoid.

Alodar:

Now this is a man perfect for my latest angst work.

Interview subtly to learn more about him and how he works.

Blaise:

Who?

Stupid name.

Ferphasia:

Your opinions are correct.

Attempt to hang out without making it weird.

Bridget:

THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!

Interact with more often, if schedules allow.

Lilin:

Oh no, not her again.

DEATH!

Blaise's Opinions:

Hadeon:

I'm going to get you in trouble for so much.

GIVE ME YOUR RANK! NOW!

Time:

OMG! You're me! But better!

How do I become you.

Hemlock:

I idolize you.

Convince him to teach of his ways.

Lawrence:

You are me. But in a different colour of suit.

Boring? Kind of?

Alodar:

You are just some edgelord.

Leave alone.

Selene:

OH GOD, NOT HER-

RUN!

Ferphasia:

How are you this nice and this powerful? Are you stupid?

Avoid. She'll make me go soft.

Bridget:

I can get behind your anger and your power.

Kind of useless otherwise.

Lilin:

Didn't you die years ago?

Leave alone???

Ferphasia's Opinions:

Hadeon:

You, sir, need help.

Avoid.

Time:

This guy exists?

Huh?

Hemlock:

You're my girlfriend's brother, but I personally don't like you.

Avoid, or banish.

Lawrence:

OMG BESTIE!!

Consider holding another festival in order to work with him again.

Alodar:

You need therapy and someone to get rid of your patron.

Send him help.

Selene:

You are quite noble.

You are free to write fanfiction about me, but please keep it light.

Blaise:

Why do you exist?

Avoid.

Bridget:

You're nice when you're not too angry.

Leave in peace.

Lilin:

Who?

What?

Bridget's Opinions:

Hadeon:

You're a bit too violent, but you're alright.

No comment.

Time:

No thanks.

Avoid.

Hemlock:

Heck no, get him away from me.

Avoid.

Lawrence:

I mean, he's alright.

Nothing too special.

Alodar:

You need some actual help.

Send to Ferphasia, Kari, or even Kenzo.

Selene:

I respect your determination.

Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do.

Blaise:

Annoying little ant.

Avoid or destroy.

Ferphasia:

You're pretty nice.

No comment.

Lilin:

Eh, you're nothing out of the ordinary.

Leave alone.

Lilin's Opinions:

Hadeon:

Selfish, but extremely powerful.

Avoid, unless you want to get destroyed again.

Time

No thanks.

Avoid.

Hemlock

You'd make a great demon.

Stay away from me.

Lawrence:

You are a sad excuse for a minor antagonist.

KILL!

Alodar:

You're relatable.

Leave in peace.

Selene:

nO-

RUN, BEFORE SHE MAKES ANOTHER FANFICTION!

Blaise:

I wish I could have joined you.

Interact with?

Ferphasia:

Annoyingly sweet.

Leave alone.

Bridget:

Feminism win! Let's have Girl's Night.

Interact with, unless she's angry.

Pretty sure I got everyone. Let me know if I missed someone in the order.

#creative writing #tag game #it feels like all my characters are judgemental i swear #love corrupts fresh lilies #tales of an unfortunate summoner

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markwatkinsconsumerguide · 2 years ago

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Consumer Guide / No.120 / Q & A with writer / broadcaster (The Burkiss Way, Quote...Unquote) Nigel Rees, with Mark Watkins.

MW: As a child, what did you inherit (and from whom)?

NR: My parents were not really into books or what we now call media but my father did have a sense of humour and I inherited that. If I had an inspiration it was from my uncle, Tom Gleave, a Battle of Britain pilot who was shot down and badly burned but who lived to fight on (literally) and write a book about it. At the age of 8, he had a dream to fly and he got away from his Liverpool home and achieved something heroic. I, too, at the age of 8 had a dream – to be in broadcasting – and I, too, got away from there to do that.

MW: Have you ever sworn on The Bible?

NR: Only for jury service which I have done once (and am now too old for it). I found it a most interesting experience at Southwark crown court in 2002. I did two cases both involving black defendants on charges of petty theft, possessing knives, etc. We let them both off. Although one was almost certainly guilty, the police work was so inadequate, it was a no-brainer to do this.

MW: Your favourite music to wake-up to? Switch-off the world and unwind to?

NR: My wife listens to BBC Radio 3 all day, so by default that is what I hear. We like to go to the opera (favourite Eugene Onegin) and ballet but my tastes in music range right across the spectrum. If I listen to music on my own, it is mostly pop (up to about 2000). I have a vast collection of albums which I carry around with me on one small SD Memory Card. Coming from Liverpool, I naturally prefer the Beatles to the Stones.

MW: Do you have a study at home?

NR: I have two homes, so two studies. In each, I have a trestle table from John Lewis, both purchased in 1973. On these I have written all of my broadcast scripts, my 50 or 60 books, and everything else.

MW: What sorts of things are in your personal archive and what systems, if any, do you have in place to retrieve items for reference purposes?

NR: Over the past ten years I have digitalized everything – so I am more or less paper free, thus saving a huge amount of space. Scanning all my writings and all my photographs was a mammoth task but tremendously well worth it. I can now search through the entire system very quickly – an absolutely marvellous resource.

MW: Have you ever “culled” due to necessity or overwhelm?

NR: Yes indeed. I am now very firm about not keeping books that I expect never to read again or which don’t earn their space on my shelves.

MW: Tell me about your devising ability…

NR: I created Quote … Unquote for radio because I wanted to provide myself with a work opportunity, writing and presenting. The same goes for a now-forgotten quiz, Where Were You in ’62? (Fifties and Sixties nostalgia on BBC Radio 2), which to my mind was a better show, if now forgotten. Again, I devised it in order to have something to do to earn a living. Same goes for all those books.

In creating other shows – for radio and TV – and proposing books, I have always been heavily involved. So choosing the guests – and usually picking the signature tune – has been what I do. If you are self-employed, as I have always been, you just find the energy – in order to stay afloat.

MW: Give your Top 3 favourite quotes and by whom, and the background behind them...

NR: Easy. I carry these quotes in my wallet, ready for when I am asked this question:

‘All political lives, unless they are cut off in mid-stream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs’ – ENOCH POWELL

– last words of his book Joseph Chamberlain (1977). Leader of the Liberal Unionists in the 1890s, Chamberlain never became Prime Minister and had to retire from public life through ill-health, with his tariff reforms (giving preferential treatment to colonial imports) not yet in place. Powell may also have had himself in mind when writing this concluding passage. Every day that passes I find proof of its wisdom.

‘Nothing matters very much and very few things matter at all’ – ARTHUR BALFOUR

– I saw this quoted in 1971, but there appears to be no other source for this much-quoted observation. Helps to keep things in perspective. Compare what Bishop Creighton (1843-1901) said when reassuring an anxious seeker after truth, that it was ‘almost impossible to exaggerate the complete unimportance of everything’ – quoted in The Lyttelton Hart-Davis Letters (for 2 May 1956).

‘Consider, Sir, how insignificant this will appear a twelvemonth hence’ – SAMUEL JOHNSON

– quoted in Boswell, Life of Johnson (1791), relating to 6 July 1763. When Boswell talked of some temporary setback as a serious distress, Johnson laughed and promulgated this excellent piece of advice.

MW: You’ve written specific books on Graffiti….but is it really art?

NR: My five paperback collections of humorous graffiti sold several million copies in the early 1980s – and were a spin-off from Quote…Unquote. So-called graffiti “art” just didn’t enter into it and I dislike it. Graffiti humour is now completely dead in the water and if people want to share jokes etc they have social media, email and text to do it with.

MW: You’ve had numerous guests on Quote… Unquote, from serious to showbiz. I’ve cherry-picked just a few here right across the board for you to comment on...firstly, writer, Monica Ali…

NR: She was an absolute gem and was absolutely right for the programme (2018) as well as having great charm. The first thing she said to me was that she had visited Tolstoy’s estate Yasnaya Polyana in Russia and called it a high point of her life. Having just done a visit there with my wife, I totally agreed with Monica, so we were off to a good start.

MW: James Burke…

NR: Do people remember him now? He was a TV science presenter, covered the moon shots etc. I can’t really remember how James did (in 1979) but suspect he didn’t quite have the sort of knowledge we were after. (Incidentally, I possess recordings of every single edition of Quote… Unquote – all 506 of them – and so technically I could listen to the two he appeared in, if I was so moved.)

MW: Benny Green…

NR: Jazz musician turned wonderful critic and writer (appeared many times from 1977). Noted for his slightly sour persona. When (actor) Ian McKellen sang a song on the show, Benny said, “I wonder if they’ll ever set that to music?”

MW: Matthew Parris…

NR: Perfect for the show (many times from 1995). He covered a wide range of subject matter – from politics to bookish stuff and also had plenty of personal anecdotes. Unfortunately, he regularly presented other shows on BBC Radio 4, so we couldn’t really use Matthew as often as we might have liked.

MW: Tim Rice…

NR: Appeared twice on the show – first in 1986 and then 33 years later. I have always admired the way he forged a whole new career for himself after parting from Lloyd Webber – collaborating with Elton John and garnering a shelf-full of awards. A good bloke too.

MW: Tom Stoppard…

NR: I met Tom first at the very moment he became famous (on the Edinburgh Fringe where his first play was put on by the same company which was presenting a revue I was in). When producer John Lloyd and I were making the Quote…Unquote pilot in 1975 we were determined that the guests should not be the usual sort of showbiz people who did these quizzes. So we had on Jonathan Miller, Germaine Greer, Michael Frayn and so on. Tom did the pilot with his then wife Miriam and, as this became the first to be broadcast, he got us off to a predictably good start.

MW: Fiona Richmond…

NR: Perhaps a surprise choice (in 1981). I had seen her act in a stage show Pyjama Tops (even reviewed it on the BBC Radio 4 arts programme, Kaleidoscope) and was aware of her supposed sex diaries in Men Only but can’t really recall how she came to be on the show, except that as with Stoppard she was not the sort of person you would expect to find on a Radio 4 panel game. We had 595 guests on the programme and we spread our net wide. Their only qualification was whether we thought they were up for it and up to it. I think she was – just. Or perhaps I was amused to be able to introduce the sex queen as the daughter of a vicar, which she was.

MW: The Goodies…

NR: Graeme Garden was on a lot in the early days but then he went off to I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue and we had a sort of rule that we wouldn’t have anyone on who was regularly appearing elsewhere. Bill Oddie (in 2001) rubbished Shelley’s ‘Ode to a Skylark’ which made me wonder whether he was really our sort of person. As to Tim Brooke-Taylor, I got the impression that he never liked me or my works, so I stuck to our rule not to have on people whom neither my producer nor I fancied!

MW: Rounding off, tell me about your Newsletter and other (known) plans post Quote… Unquote moving forward…

NR: When I brought the radio show to an end in December 2021 (after 46 years) I made it clear that The Quote… Unquote Newsletter which I had produced for 30 years would continue. This is a quarterly email attachment that goes out to over 1,200 subscribers round the world.

It grew out of an informal sheet of quotation queries that I began in the late 1980s in response to listeners and to readers of my 50 or so related books.

And so it goes on – details on my website http://www.quote-unquote.org.uk/

Otherwise, I am enjoying my retirement and have no plans to do any more broadcasting or write any more books.

There were several reasons why I decided to end the radio show but Covid knocked it on the head – because I was not able to do it as I had done for all those years. As to the cultural changes in the world at large and the BBC’s woke agenda, don’t get me started …

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irelletelouxffxiv · 2 years ago

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Irelle Teloux

Pronouns: They/Them (They don't care however)

Birth date: April 17th (Aries)

Physical appearance

Age:

Unknown

How old does he/she appear:

20-25

Height:

At least 6'0

Body build:

Slim

Shape of face:

Round

Eye colour:

Red and White

Glasses or contacts:

Both

Skin tone:

Pale

Predominant features:

Red and black colour theme

Hair colour:

Red/Black

Hairstyle:

Messy Bedhead

Voice:

Shithead (Anasui JJBA)

Overall attractiveness:

Attractive

Usual fashion of dress:

Gothic inspired

Favourite outfit:

Anything comfy

Jewellery or accessories:

Chokers!

Personality:

Docile yet a massive clown

Good personality traits:

A massive loving clown who never fails to make their friends laugh. They care deeply.

Bad personality traits:

They sometimes care a little too deeply... It becomes unhinged very fast. They cannot handle rejection. (Has a little bit of a Yandere persona going on)

Mood character is most often in:

Happy until they are not...

Sense of humour:

Annoying

Character’s greatest joy in life:

Providing and receiving support.

Character’s greatest fear:

Being abandoned.

Why?:

They are a crazy shithead who has fucked up one too many times and is horrified of deterring people with those errors again. They come from a dark background.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?:

Being told "I hate you"

Chacacter is most at ease when:

They can forget about possible worries.

Enraged when:

Someone is suffering

Depressed or sad when:

When rejected

Priorities:

Making sure their self-image isn't tainted. They make sure to not let people know of their... crazy tendencies.

Life philosophy:

Irelle is a little clueless so all he cares about is today and tomorrow

If granted one wish, it would be:

Eternal happiness to the people close to them

Why?:

Despite struggling to remember -Due to his past he never wants to see or inflict pain to those close to them.

Character’s soft spot:

Capybara

Is this soft spot obvious to others?:

Yes as he carries her around everywhere

Greatest strength:

They aren’t really aware of it but Irelle has quite a lot of strength.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness:

Easy to hurt if you know what triggers him.

Biggest regret:

Knowing he has hurt people in the past yet not being aware of how. Irelle thinks everything bad in their life is their fault.

Minor regret:

Feeling like they didn’t pay closer attention in the past. Irelle thinks this is why he has gaps in his memory from those events in their life.

Biggest accomplishment:

Irelle struggles to find their accomplishments, they are a massive pessimist.

Minor accomplishment:

Eating an apple completely whole in one bite.

Past failures they would be embarrassed to have people know about:

Their past

Why? :

Irelle feels like the hurt of the people close to him was his fault, however they never were. Irelle does not remember this though due to blocking out these traumatic events.

Character’s darkest secret:

Due to the past they have an unhinged temper. Irelle is horrified by the idea of people leaving them and therefore can act out quite violently if things don’t go their way. (Yandere mode)

Does anyone else know?

Only if you’re unlucky

Goals

Drives and motivations:

The people close to them

Immediate goals:

Finding acceptance

Long term goals:

Regaining their memory

How the character plans to accomplish these goals:

Irelle has no definite plan and their goals are subconscious, they aren’t necessarily aware what they want.

How other characters will be affected:

Depending on the events Irelle will either deter them away from their newly found friends OR will actually be able to find the acceptance they desire.

Past

Hometown:

Gridania

Type of childhood:

Irelle’s memory regarding their childhood is hazy, all they do remember is being a very independent child.

Pets:

Capybara

Education:

Close to none due to paying a lack of attention.

Religion:

They think Religion is stupid.

Finances:

Irelle is an impulsive spender therefore their money is constantly fluctuating.

Present

Current location:

Ul’dah

Currently living with:

By himself

Pets:

Capybara

Religion:

None

Occupation:

Reaper & Astrologian

Finances:

Irelle is an impulsive spender therefore their money is constantly fluctuating.

Family

Mother:

Rosemonde Teloux

Relationship with her:

Irelle does not remember a lot about their mother only that she was a warm figure in their life. Their mother provided Irelle with a lot before passing away.

Father:

Milun Teloux

Relationship with him:

Irelle has a bad relationship with their father, they despise their father. Irelle supressed contact with their father a long time ago.

Favorites

Colour:

Black and Red

Least favourite colour:

Green and Blue’s

Music:

Alternative

Food:

Anything sweet. Irelle has a major sweet tooth.

Literature:

Irelle enjoys poetry.

Form of entertainment:

Irelle despite her memory is a major movie nerd.

Expressions:

/pdead

Mode of transportation:

Irelle loves the inner peace they feel when he rides a train

Most prized possession:

Capybara

Habits

Hobbies:

Live music and attending venues

Plays a musical instrument?

They wish to however their memory is too poor

Plays a sport?

Whatever builds strength and stamina

How they would spend a rainy day:

Probably running around outdoors while embracing the feeling of the rain

Spending habits:

Impulsive

Smokes:

Yes

Drinks:

Yes

Extremely skilled at:

Showing their affection

Extremely unskilled at:

Personal emotional control

Nervous tics:

Will react exaggerated in certain situations.

Self-perception

How they feel about himself/herself:

Irelle doesn’t necessarily hate or like herself, however he reflects a lot of hatred onto themselves due to guilt of past events. Irelle is also mad at themselves for not knowing the details of certain events. He hates himself for being “an airhead”.

One word the character would use to describe self:

Clingy

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

Affectionate yet a little too passionate. Irelle is very much aware when they are overstepping a boundary, that doesn’t mean they regret overstepping such boundaries.

What does the character consider their best personality trait?

As Irelle really struggles to remember their past they lack true perception of themselves. They know their flaws; however, they don’t truly know what makes them themselves.

What does the character consider their worst personality trait?

Irelle deep down knows what harms people, however that doesn’t stop them from acting out on their tendencies. They are extremely flawed, and they know it. It’s about the only thing they know about themselves.

How does the characters think others perceive them:

Irelle has a lot of conflicting feelings of how others perceive him as they are a quite paranoid individual. They project a lot of untrue feelings onto people in order to justify behaviours.

What would the character most like to change about themselves:

Deep down Irelle just wants to be accepted, so they will take any measure to achieve this. They don’t care what it takes to do so. Irelle will change whatever the person closest to them wishes for, even if Irelle just interprets what they want.

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div1nity · 1 year ago

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lips pull into a small smile at his words , he had no idea what he was talking about ; this was one of many failures —— silly mistakes that in hindsight shouldn't have been made in the first place ; added to the list of recklessness &. never ending proof that this was becoming a worse idea by the day —— however , that's exactly why she wasn't about to deny herself the swell of gratitude in chest - holding onto words tightly &. using them as encouragement to stop herself running back home —— one step at a time , despite this man being in the dark , the kindness of a stranger is exactly something she'd been lacking these past couple of months —— especially as she was getting pushed further &. further out of civilization .

eyes trail around the others face once his had budged from its seemingly stuck position . it was clear as day that this man was far more skilled than she was —— not that it wasn't hard to be , but that's beside the point —— it was his stance , how the handling of weapon seemed second nature , as if born with it along with the holster ; someone used to the harshness &. brutality of the wilderness , whose seen the good , bad &. the real ugly . coraline felt more than a little pathetic standing beside him as a result ; small , vulnerable , very much aware of her lack of skills ; a detrimental feeling when her entire way of coping was faking it until she made it .

response is caught on the tip of tongue , paralyzed as mind turns at the questions ; debating whether or not if she should respond with truth or lie , instead , what spills from lips is a ❛ you're right . it is none of your business ❜ there's no real hostility , only a clear sign of anxiety at the position the question put her in . realizing too late that it was more of an admission than simply saying ' yes , i am planning on it. ' a pause follows , a guilty look flashing behind eyes as her head shakes slightly ; more to herself than than man , as if shaking off any internal thoughts that would send her spiralling in a fit of paranoia &. fear , opting to continue ; though there's a pang in chest that tells her the judgement made was the wrong one ❛ —— however . . . yes , i suppose i am . needed some alone time , a change of scenery ❜ the admission is hesitant , thumb rubbing against palm of hand acting as a soothing action . though in quick action , she steps forward slightly , offering a hand ; a small smile gracing lips , a greeting redo .

❛ it's a pleasure to meet you , mr marston ; my name is coraline ❜ she opts to leave out her last name , it didn't really matter anymore ; it was a rope around neck that tied her to a luxury fence ; leaving nothing to nourish her except a bowl of water &. left over scraps from the dinner party on finely crafted dishes that had no right being so elegantly flashy , it was a way of living that wasn't for her . in truth , it felt good not having to say it , to completely ignore where she had once came from ❛ it's uh - a rather unique way of meeting someone , isn't it ? not exactly ideal . ❜ ( well , at least her sense of humour hadn't taken hit )

John Marston dealt with a hell of a lot in his lifetime. From being orphaned early on, to being adopted by a gang soon after, some might say he was pretty lucky himself. If he hadn't been picked up by Dutch van der Linde, who knew if he'd have made it as far as he had? There was only so much the son of a prostitute and an illiterate Scottish immigrant could do on his own while living on the streets.

"I'd say you're doing alright for yourself, miss," John tells her candidly as he puts his gun back in its holster. Tipping his hat up, he reveals the deep scars on one side of his rugged face, as he searches the area for any more signs of life on the field. Just about every last man is dead. Didn't look like anybody else is about to climb back up to object to fight another day.

"What's your name?" John asks, as he inspects the ammo in one of his Cattleman revolvers, before looking at the other side-weapon he carries. His stance and overall pose shows he is still ready for another ambush. Never to let his guard down. One slip up can cost him his life.

Once he finishes inspecting his weapons, he puts his guns away, and introduces himself. "I'm John. John Marston. Not that it's any of my business, 'cause I know it ain't, but you gonna keep traveling all by yourself like this?"

#HOWDY HOWDY HWODY SDFHSOIFHSDOF #i just wanted to say... look in ur last tags it said sorry for the wait and look at the state of the time it took to respond to this #i promise you - you never have to apologize for responding late because on my blog ??? no such thing #time is made up fr IDSHFOISF <3 #and i know its been a while so if you no longer have muse for this i *completely* understand #it be like that !#and i will say writing this was so much fun. the joy of writing cora of knowing fuck all #unmatched IOSHDFOIHFOISF #v: red dead redemption.#ic.#achanceofforgiveness #achanceofforgiveness * john marston.

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oraclekleo · 2 years ago

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Lee Dong Wook (Actor) - Dark Mansion Tarot Reading [Test Case]

Disclaimer:

All readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

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I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: Dark Mansion Tarot

Spread: Dark Mansion

Questions:

The Front Door (The dark thing about them people notice)

The Hallway (The bad thing people think about them but isn’t true)

The Drawing Room (What do they do to put people off?)

The Living Room (Their wild and untamed side)

The Kitchen (Their addiction)

The Staircase (Their bad habit)

The Bedroom (Their sexy / spicy side they don’t show)

The Attic (Their feature that makes them feel superior to others)

The Cellar (Their insecurity / fear / biggest failure)

The Greenhouse (Something dark growing within they are not aware of yet)

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Dong Wook

Stage Name: Lee Dong Wook

Group: Korean Actor

DOB: 06.11.1981

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Metal Rooster

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: Solo Artists

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Lee Dong Wook

Lee Dong Wook (Actor)

Deck: Dark Mansion

Spread: Dark Mansion

The Front Door (The dark thing about them people notice) - 10 of Cups

Wook is an independent individualist and can appear cold and strict on the outside. He’s highly professional and a perfectionist which might make people think he’s unapproachable and distant.

The Hallway (The bad thing people think about them but isn’t true) - King of Wands

People might think Wook’s vain, egoistic or proud but it’s not true. He gives a stern impression but he’s actually a warm and caring person, only he’s mature and smart enough not to let others abuse his good heart anymore.

The Drawing Room (What do they do to put people off?) - XVII The Star

Wook might start ignoring people when he finds them too shallow or unworthy of his attention. He can seem like he’s above the regular mortals. He likes to guide and direct others but sometimes his well-intended advice is not appreciated.

The Living Room (Their wild and untamed side) - 0 The Fool

Wook is actually a fun and carefree man when he’s comfortable with someone. He’s curious, adventurous, has a great sense of humour and likes to laugh. Wook can be really soft and easy-going with people dear to him.

The Kitchen (Their addiction) - Page of Swords

Wook is likely to be addicted to acquiring knowledge and learning new things. It can include practising his lines from scripts as well. He’s simply happy when he can show how smart he is, how superior his memory is and when he can marvel over his logical and communication skills.

The Staircase (Their bad habit) - 6 of Swords

Wook can become impatient and leave projects, hobbies or people when he loses interest in them. Once something is no longer interesting for him, once it loses its enigmatic charm, he’s moving on to something else.

The Bedroom (Their sexy / spicy side they don’t show) - III The Empress

Wook might want to hide how soft and romantic he might grow for his lover when the stars aligned in the relationship. He’s a total gentleman, well-mannered, polite, respectful towards women and he’s supportive of them. He’s one of the few men who can fall in love with a woman and still respect her as an individual and equal partner. Wook isn’t possessive nor looking down on females.

The Attic (Their feature that makes them feel superior to others) - 8 of Swords

Wook is actually pretty proud that he managed to dodge marriage and scandals for so long. He’s happy being single and independent and enjoys the freedom. He’s likely to judge those who compromised, lowered their expectations in order to unite their lives with another person only because that’s what the society expected from them. Nobody is telling Wook how he should live.

The Cellar (Their insecurity / fear / biggest failure) - VII The Chariot

Wook is absolutely terrified from the idea of him losing control over his life. Losing his ability to make decisions on his own and choose his life paths is the worst nightmare for Wook.

The Greenhouse (Something dark growing within they are not aware of yet) - 9 of Swords

There is some deep fear or insecurity rising inside Wook. He’s probably not aware of it just yet, but it will catch him off guard. It’s some internal fear, deep trauma arising from the depths of his soul. It will surely bug his mind and might cause him great torment but it’s important that the whole issue can be resolved by Wook and it can’t harm him as long as keeps a straight mind.

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seasonofthewicth · 3 years ago

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Rowaelin Month - Day 9

prompt: co-hosts with chemistry

extras: podcaster!rowaelin, friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff!

word count: 2k

The podcast had originally been Lysandra’s idea.

She had deemed their regular conversations dissecting each of their dating lives too entertaining to keep to themselves and so it had begun. It hadn’t been very successful and they had only managed to wrangle a small number of subscribers, mostly consisting of their friends and reluctant family members. They’d had fun, but when Lysandra moved to the Southern Continent they hadn’t bothered to keep it up.

Then Aelin got drunk with Fenrys and his new roommate Rowan.

Her drunken self had thought it a fabulous idea to whip out her phone and hit record when Fenrys had begun to weave his story of the beautiful Asterin and her ruthless rejection, Rowan chipping in with quips that always made her cheeks feel a little warmer. That and the sparkle in his green eyes each time he looked at her.

She’d been intrigued by Rowan on day one. He was everything Aelin felt herself drawn to in one big package. Tall, handsome, tattoos, wicked sense of humour, didn’t take any shit, constantly gave her shit. She was charmed.

Until the podcast had taken off.

The inebriated episode featuring Fenrys and Rowan had landed her with a few thousand subscribers. And she had wanted to continue.

Fenrys had rejected her outright, claiming he didn’t need any more public humiliation, the Asterin story had been enough and she understood, but Rowan…

She’s not sure why she even asked Rowan. They weren’t friends, the episode they’d recorded had been the first night they met and they hadn’t spoken since but she’d laid the offer on the table anyway. Despite the fact that hearing all about Rowan Whitethorn’s dating exploits made her stomach twist.

What she knew of Rowan had told her he’d say no too. He hadn’t given her the impression of being particularly easy going, or that spending time with her in the absence of Fenrys would have been something he would consider. In fact, she’d wondered if he’d thought her desire to chat about something as frivolous as dating would be somewhat shallow or childish.

But then he’d said yes.

And so began their tradition. Every Thursday after his final class of the day and Aelin gets home from her office, she uncorks a bottle of wine and makes dinner. Rowan turns up at eight pm sharp each week, armed with a slice of chocolate hazelnut cake and his lilting and charming accent. They set themselves up at the desk in Aelin’s spare bedroom, each with a set of headphones and a microphone and they talk.

That started eight months ago.

Now they have hundreds of thousands of listeners, people who for some unknown reason like to listen to Aelin and Rowan. Aelin doesn’t get it, but here they are.

Aelin tucks her feet under her thighs and rests the arm holding her wine glass along the back of the sofa. They’ve just finished this week’s episode and she’s not ready for Rowan to leave just yet. He turns to her at the motion, a brow cocked in questioning. He looks good, very good.

The light from her TV highlights the cut of his jaw and plays off the silver strands of his hair, flopping onto his forehead. The green of his henley perfectly displays his golden skin and she’s desperately searching for glances of the swirls of ink that peek out of his neckline each time he shifts.

She thought that by spending more time with him her crush would fade. Except now she definitely has a thing for someone who has turned into one of her best friends.

“What’s up with you?” he asks, so aware by now of her moods. He knows when to wait and when to push her, when to joke and when to keep it real.

Aelin shrugs and the motion dislodges her neckline from her shoulder to part way down her arm. Rowan’s eyes dart down tracking the motion but flash back to hers once she speaks.

“I’m thinking about where we go next,” she says slowly. “I don’t know about you but I’m not dating very much recently and I wonder if I’m running out of funny dating stories.”

Rowan’s lips twitch and she uses the time before he speaks to desperately wonder what’s going on in his head. Then he moves his hand to her knee, his touch a comfort and a thrill, and her mind can only focus on that. Can only focus on how good it feels for him to touch her. She doesn’t have the capacity to worry where his head is at when his hands are on her.

“It’s not just you,” he says, on the same wavelength as her as always. “I don’t find myself on many dates anymore.”

He says it without even a whisper of shame, like he’s confident in why that is.

“I can’t tell if I’m thinking too much about the podcast,” she admits, “or if I just don’t want to do it anymore.”

He’s silent, which she usually uses as her prompt to continue, but his hand stays on her knee.

“I have an idea,” she says, shocked again as his eyes meet hers. “It won’t last forever, but I think it could give us a few episodes at least. We turn to other people. We get listeners to share their experiences, their horror stories, their life lessons, their advice, their failures. We give our comments, we compare them, we’re funny. I think it could work.”

She’s so nervous for his thoughts, his opinions matter to her, she wants his approval.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he says as a soft smile creeps onto his lips, tugging up his cheek and she wants to press her lips right there. “We can get people to submit their best stories, review them, add our own additions and commentary and we’re good for a while.”

He pauses, as though there’s more he wants to say. His hand on her knee squeezes and she craves more of his touch, wants his hand to slide higher, wants his fingers to entwine with hers.

Then he says, “I have an idea for an episode.”

She cocks her brow but he shakes his head.

“I need to think it through some more but I’ll let you know as soon as I have a more solid idea.”

It works and she’s relieved her lack of desire to date anyone who isn’t six foot four, silver haired and named Rowan Whitethorn hasn’t needed any expansion and hasn’t so far caused any major problems. Apart from the fact she finds herself getting lost when he talks, unable to respond right away because she’s too busy staring at his lips, his hands, his everything as he speaks.

She’s sure he’s probably noticed but he kindly hasn’t commented.

The idea to get content from their listeners leads her down a path she’s somewhat shocked to realise exists. She’s been trawling twitter to find their content and interacting with a lot more of their listeners and it’s led her to a small corner of twitter dedicated to her and Rowan.

She scrolls and scrolls through tweets that are convinced she and Rowan are either married, fucking or in love. Or if not yet already, they need to be. Aelin doesn’t disagree necessarily, but it’s weird to know people are thinking that, let alone tweeting it.

@/crochanqueen: Aelin’s laugh every time Rowan says something slightly amusing…. girl you’ve got it bad. He’s not that funny.

Gods, she hopes Rowan hasn’t seen these tweets. She needs to watch when she laughs.

“Next submission,” Rowan says, leaning forwards and speaking into his mic. He’s in his usual chair across from her and she has almost unlimited access to the sight of him in all his glory. No wonder it’s hard to concentrate when they record. “This guy says hi, I’ve got it bad for my best friend.”

Aelin swallows. She definitely needs to watch herself for this one.

“A tale as old as time,” she says with a breezy laugh.

“Right,” Rowan says, a tightness to his voice that wasn’t there before, before he turns back to his phone to continue reading. “We’ve known each other for a while now and we spend a lot of time together just the two of us and it’s as easy as breathing. We get along incredibly well, she makes me laugh and she makes me smile. She brightens my day.”

“Gods, this is so sweet,” she coos and Rowan gives her a tight smile. Okay, she’ll let him finish.

“She’s my best friend,” Rowan continues and Aelin bites her lip. “I want more but I don’t want to ruin what we have if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“Hm,” she says, twisting her hands on the table in front of her. She has to manage this one carefully, so as not to give too much away. “Is there any indication of whether she feels the same way?”

Rowan glances back to his phone. “He says; there are moments where I think she feels the same, there are moments where I think I could press my lips to hers and she’d kiss me back. There are moments she looks at me and it looks as though it would be impossible for her not to feel the way I do.”

“She sounds like a lucky girl,” Aelin says almost wistfully.

“You think?” Rowan asks, and she’s not sure his question makes sense.

“Don’t you?” she asks. “If they have these moments, moments where he could kiss her and she’d kiss him back, the moments where they get lost in each other's eyes, I don’t think those things can be made up.”

She ignores the way she always feels as though she catches herself in these moments with Rowan. She ignores them and plows straight on through.

“If he’s having these thoughts enough that they feel like a moment, they probably are.”

“Damn, Aelin.” Rowan smiles across the table. “Any advice for the poor guy?”

“Oh, it’s simple,” she says smoothly, “he has to tell her how he feels. Don’t waste any more time, if you’re reading her this way and she’s your best friend I think there’s very little chance you’ve got this wrong. If you’re listening to this,” she says leaning forwards so her voice is clear in the recording, “get the girl. Take a chance, tell her how you feel. Start small, ask her to go on a date.”

Rowan nods, the movement a sharp jerk but a smile plays on his lips. He looks up to her, his eyes meeting hers.

“Alright, Aelin. Go out with me. A date.”

She laughs, a bright sound, not allowing herself to jump to conclusions. “Is that what it says?”

His eyes flick back to his phone before he locks it and slides it onto the table. “It doesn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean?”

She’s very confused now. Is he playing with her? Has he noticed the way she feels? Surely Rowan isn’t so cruel to mock her like this.

“There’s no submission, it’s me, it’s you. Go out with me Aelin?”

Her mouth drops open.

“Go out with you? You like me?”

She’s stunned okay? Cut her a little slack.

He laughs, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “This was quite possibly not my best idea,” he says. “To go about it like this. I thought it would have worked well.”

“You’re serious?” she says, a smile creeping into her voice.

“As a heart attack.”

She pulls her headset off, needing to feel this moment just the two of them. Rowan does the same, vulnerability shining in his gorgeous, green eyes.

“Rowan,” she breathes. “I’ve been into you since day one. I thought there was no way you were interested in me.”

She stands, rising from her chair and almost floating over to him until she stands between his legs. She gently rests a hand on his shoulder as she leans down. His hands come up to her waist and pull her onto his lap.

She settles with a smile as she reaches up to cup his cheek in her palm.

“I’ll edit this out tomorrow,” is all she says before she closes the gap between them, pressing her lips to his, sealing it with a kiss.

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shijiujun · 4 years ago

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[END 2020] My Top 9 Danmei Novel Picks of the Year

As a part of my Round Up post for the year, here’s my pick of favourite danmei novels, that I’ve read! This is sort of an accompaniment to my previous danmei rec list over HERE, so there may be one or two overlaps, but I’ve read WAY MORE after that and am prepared to like give more options here

Note: There should be English translations for all via novel updates if you do a search of the English name, but I don’t think most of them are completed.

If you wanna see my full reading and queue list (it’s all in Chinese tho, for my own records), it’s here.

I’m leaving out the usual MXTX and Priest ones, because they’re already good and we all know that and there’re many carrds and posts dedicated to them.

I am also a sucker for fainting but smart men, and not too overly angsty/complicated storylines, just putting it out there first, which is why I haven’t read a lot of some of the ones on my queue list.

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1. 一剑霜寒 | A Sword of Frost by 语笑阑珊

Summary: Jing Yan Ran is the Emperor’s brother and wields military power in the novel, and it starts with an object being stolen from the palace. Jing Yan Ran has to retrieve the item secretly, and so enlists the help of Feng Yu Sect’s Sect Master, Yun Yi Feng, who heads the martial arts world’s one and only information trading post. Yun Yi Feng does not deal in business that involves any royalty, but Jing Yan Ran offers him something he cannot refuse - the Blood Red Lingzhi, a rare and mystical herb that is rumoured to be able to treat his life-threatening condition.

Yun Yi Feng was used by his shifu when he was younger to test out all kinds of poisons and cures, and since then, his body flushes dangerously hot and cold frequently, with bouts of severe coughing fits in between. Throughout the first mission where he spends time with Jing Yan Ran searching for the stolen object, he allows Jing Yan Ran to take care of him, and they fall in LURVE pretty much like 10 chapters in.

Of course, they have to uncover a plot and conspiracy against their enemies who are plotting to dethrone the Emperor, and also reveal the secrets of Yun Yi Feng’s birth.

My Thoughts: AN ABSOLUTE FAVE AND GEM, I’d say this is my favourite danmei novel ever. This is both hilarious and tears-inducing, to be honest, because for most of the novel YYF knows he doesn’t have long to live and so in the beginning he knows of his own feelings for JYR and JYR also shows him that he loves him, but he is unable to officially reciprocate because he knows his body is like weakening day by day. Halfway through the fear that he’s literally about to die as they are JUST about to find the cure is real, and damn I cried so much at that. Some highlights:

YYF falls asleep very easily in baths and everywhere actually, and pretty much within the first 10 chapters he gets used to JYR carrying him around (even naked from the bath, he’s like oh well, okay cool) and taking care of him, and JYR ALWAYS makes sure he is warm and toasty under his cape

YYF LOVESSSS RICHES, PLAYING THE ZITHER AND COOKING - He’s good at gathering the first one, but he FUCKING SUCKS AS THE LAST TWO - It’s so funny because he’s so beautiful and handsome right, and when he sits down at the zither everyone is like OH DAMN WHAT A DREAM- and then he plays, and everyone’s fantasies is shattered, he’s ABYSMAL at it, and the same goes for cooking

JYR doesn’t actually have the Blood Red Lingzhi, and throughout the first arc, he feels SO DAMN GUILTY because YYF even carved out a pendant that looks like what he thinks the herb looks like, and like carries it with him everywhere LMAO

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

2. 高能二维码 | High Energy QR Code by ��色羽翼

Summary: CEO Xing Ye’s brother Xing Shuo has just passed away at the age of 24, and nothing will make him believe that Xing Shuo died of natural causes despite autopsies and experts telling him that he really died simply of a heart failure. Xing Ye, who has impeccable memory, suddenly recalls the last time he saw Xing Shuo. His brother called out to him just before Xing Ye left for a business trip, and looked as if he had something to say, but ended up just wishing him a safe trip.

At that moment, there was a QR code on Xing Shuo’s phone, and the phone screen was strangely turned out towards Xing Ye, and Xing Ye, with his incredibly high IQ and memory, realizes that Xing Shuo wanted him to see the QR code. Quickly, he reproduces the QR code by pen and then scans it, and finds himself in a game world.

There he meets a narcissistic but also cute mirror which can speak, and finds out later that his name is Lu Ming Ze. Xing Ye’s mission is to clear the game missions in each round that is set by the black and white cubic game system, a system that continuously tempts its players into giving in to committing sins such as killing someone else, stealing and other things. He soon realizes that if he cannot stay on a path clear of these sins, he will never be able to triumph over the game system and return Lu Ming Ze back to his body in the real world.

At the same time, he gains new teammates and friends for life, and also finds out what role his brother played in this game.

My Thoughts: MY GOD I LOVE THIS. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED READING THIS YESTERDAY, and honestly it’s one of my faves. I don’t like game systems very often (I’ve read three others so far, and this, and KOD are the only ones I’ve liked) but this one is *chef’s kiss*. So LMZ was born like with a really handsome face, like SUPER HANDSOME, and that’s why he’s like a harmless narcissist that cannot bear to look at ugly things LMAO, but he’s not spoilt, he makes sure that Xing Ye stays true to himself, and help him keep his head clear.

THE ONLY THING ABOUT THIS FRICKIN NOVEL IS THAT LU MING ZE STAYS A MIRROR, LIKE DIFFERENT KINDS OF MIRRORS, in the first TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHAPTERS. I KID YOU NOT. I FRICKIN KID YOU NOT. I swear I was sooo touched starved at the end of the novel, because they couldn’t even kiss?!! Like Xing Ye kisses the mirror, and then uses his thumbs to like hi-five mini LMZ in the mirror back, they can’t even hug. Do you know how empty my arms felt when I read this book?!! And my arms have never been filled!!!!!!

I really like this one because each game world is set up in such a brilliant way, but it’s not so unnecessarily complex that you literally don’t know what the fuck is going on. Xing Ye’s intelligence as he outmanoeuvres every single one of his enemies and convinces his would-be loyal teammates to trust him is so satisfying, world after world, victory after victory.

Humour is also absolutely ON POINT. A lot of it is centred on Xing Ye getting caught in the real world kissing his handheld mirror (LMZ) by LMZ’s parents (who cannot see him in the mirror) and LMZ’s parents going like ???!!!!!!!!

Available: Novel Online | Physical Novel is coming out on 10 Dec (freebies are, you guessed it, a mirror)

3. 妻为上 | The Wife is First by 绿野千鹤

Summary: This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.

The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.

He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.

My Thoughts: OKAY BEFORE YALL GO INTO THE ‘WIFE’ terminology discourse and everything, in this case they do use the term ‘wife’ literally, and it’s a position, that while men frequently fall into (there are a lot of male ‘wives’ in this story), is also used to cut off like sons from inheriting the family and the fortune, and even titles. Male ‘wives’ aren’t looked down upon in this setting, in fact, Han Zhang gets a lot of leeway as one, and in his case he was also able to rise up the ranks to be an actual official later on, but the sad thing comes from sons who are most of the time forced to marry a male ‘wife’ for whatever reason, and then they are neglected as the son goes and find concubines, women he actually wants to sleep with - this is sad af yall. I don’t know, on one hand, yay for equality in marriage in this setting, but on the other hand like, damn, must you use same-sex marriage like that argh.

ANYWAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES TOO?!!! I mean, especially when Jing Shao literally just goes into doting mode 200% and Han Zhang is totally like wtf why is he so nice to me is he scheming or something? And then he realizes that Jing Shao is really, really gentle towards him despite his reputation as a cruel, dark military commander, and Jing Shao always smiles at him. In any situation, especially in the beginning, when Han Zhang thought Jing Shao would not stand with him, Jing Shao literally just protects him no matter what, gives him everything, and cries, I love it.

Especially because Han Zhang is the son of a concubine and he was bullied a lot in the Mu family, and the official Lady Mu married him off to Jing Shao in hopes that he would be unhappy for the rest of his life, and I suppose that came true in the first life, but in the second, Han Zhang gets all the love, respect and support he never got before in this family with Jing Shao and that makes me WEEP.

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Kuaikan

4. 死亡万花筒 Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪

OOOH I intro-ed KOD here in my previous rec list. Still one of my faves and all-time re-reads, especially under the covers in the dark hehehe.

5. 你的距离 | Your Distance by 公子优

Summary: Ting Shuang is a student at a German university, and has this handsome professor Bai Chang Yi who he swears kind of hates him. He’s just broken up with his longtime boyfriend, and then goes on this dating app that matches a profile with him based on distance. The app can also show the matched profile’s distance from him once they enter the same area, and Ting Shuang starts chatting with this Chinese guy on the app, who he finds out later, is 36 years old, 187cm in height and wears glasses.

The guy is a little aloof and cool, very mature in his replies on the app, and somehow Bai Chang Yi finds out who he is later, as Ting Shuang starts complaining to him about his professor to Bai Chang Yi. Instead of getting angry and offended, BCY is pretty much amused and finds Ting Shuang cute. A few days later Ting Shuang finally realizes who it is he’s been texting, and after getting past the initial embarrassment and fear, they start dating for real, and they really fall in love!!!!!

My Thoughts: This is sweet and also hilarious af, if you need to like satisfy your sweet tooth, this is definitely one for you. It’s really funny because Bai Chang Yi runs in the same circles as Ting Shuang’s dad, who he’s estranged from because the dad doesn’t want to recognize a son who is gay, and then BCY convinces him later in the funniest of ways, and there’s a small subplot at the end in which Ting Shuang is pretty cool, and yep, short and sweet! BCY in the manhua is handsome af too guys ;-;

Available: Novel Online, Audio Drama on Maoer FM and Manhua on Bilibili,

6. 神木挠不尽 The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post by 绿野千鹤

Summary: Mo Tian Liao, a weapons forger and master who ruled the Demon Tribe, was hunted down and killed by other righteous sects in the region when he managed to forge an incredibly destructive weapon that could end the world. Before he died, he placed the only thing he loved, a white cat, into a hole in the tree behind him to protect it. The only thing he was grateful for was that he did not create a blood pact with the cat, Xiao Mao, because if he had done so, when he died, Xiao Mao would have died along with him as well.

Right before he dies, unbeknownst to him, Xiao Mao who is no simple demonic cat, wraps part of his consciousness around Mo Tian Liao, and MTL’s spirit ends up floating about for 300 years, until he finds a suitable time to return with a body made out of a special tree and its wood. The first thing he does, of course, is to find his white cat, but he’s poor, and the body he has isn’t powerful, so he joins Wo Yun Sect, the only sect that did not hunt him down that day hundreds of years ago.

There, he is chosen by Qing Tong shizun to be his direct disciple, much to the astonishment of other shizuns in the sect, and Qing Tong’s shixiongs. MTL has never seen a person as beautiful and gorgeous as his shizun, and if only he could find that cat (who’s actually his shizun, who recognizes him and protects him, even if MTL doesn’t actually need much protection).

My Thoughts: This was hilarious as well, and so romantic?!!! Qing Tong/Xiao Mao waited for MTL to come back, and the moment he came back, Qing Tong was there ready to grab him, and then before he went to sleep that night, Qing Tong thought to himself, “I’ve gotten my person back, I can sleep well now” and AHHHHH at this point they weren’t even like a couple yet? MTL ‘kidnapped’ Qing Tong when he was a young demon cat by accident because he likes pretty things (like his shizun lmao) and Qing Tong is attached to him because MTL never forced a blood pact on him, and gave him everything he wanted as a younger cat before MTL died. Gosh, a mirror in #2 and then a cat now with this one. XD

Available: Novel Online

7. 破云 | Breaking the Clouds by 淮上

Summary: Three years ago, Captain Jiang Ting and his team of the Narcotics division perished in an explosion due to a wrong call of his, and he returns three years later under a new identity ready to deal with the people who set him and his team up. He’s caught in what seems to be a simple murder case almost immediately and meets Yan Xie, who’s Vice Captain and in charge of this case. Yan Xie realizes who Jiang Ting is shortly after, and begins to unravel the huge mystery surrounding the events of three years ago, and falls in love with Jiang Ting along the way as well.

My Thoughts: Okay out of the FOUR crime/detective/thriller danmei novels I’ve read, the poyun and tunhai (below) series is the one that MIRRORS actual narcotics division and undercovers the best. It has the complexity and depth of the drugs/narcotics world, and both this one and its sequel focuses a lot on the position of an undercover and mole. I liked this one a lot because there are SOOOO many twists especially in the last arc, like you honestly won’t see any of them coming until it hits you? And Yan Xie is such a confident, rich-ass narcissist, and he keeps asking Jiang Ting if he can “just touch” him ONCE lmao, he’s thick-skinned af, but that’s why he and Jiang Ting are so compatible ;-;.

Available: Novel Online, Novel Print, Audio Drama and Manhua on Bilibili

8. 吞海 | Swallowing the Sea by 淮上

Summary: Sequel to Po Yun. Yu Wu is a young-looking new detective under Captain Bu Chong Hua’s narcotics team. Bu Chong Hua is Yan Xie’s cousin by actual relation, but brother in relationship because BCH’s parents died early and Yan Xie’s parents have been taking care of him mostly. He cannot stand Yu Wu, who seems to want to coast through at work and keep to a 9-5 work schedule.

It’s only after an altercation and Yu Wu dumping his nonchalant facade to snarl at BCH that he realizes that YW is actually more interesting and mysterious than he thought, and he begins to try to get close to him, understand him. It turns out that Yu Wu is a famous undercover who nearly died a year ago during an operation, and due to various reasons, he was assigned to BCH’s team by higher ups so he can peacefully live the rest of his life out there. However, his past catches up with him quickly, and his enemies turning up forces him to rely on BCH.

With BCH, Yu Wu’s resentment of having to be an undercover in the past and being so easily discarded by his team’s leaders, and of him being forced to be in the shadows while others can announce their achievements to the world, is slowly erased, because BCH sees him, knows him, and understands him more than anyone else.

My Thoughts: I actually liked this one better than the first one - Yu Wu is such a pouty, angry little thing?! And for good reason (there’s a bit of cannibalism in the book, not by choice when he was younger and in a poor village in Cambodia, where some militants forced survivors in the village to eat the meat of boiled corpses of other villagers, so YW is a vegetarian, like if he eats meat he gets really sick) and the twists here are even more amazing?! BCH really, really, devotes himself to YW the moment he realizes how much he likes him, doing a 180 degree turn. Instead of Yan Xie’s flamboyance, BCH is much steadier, grouchy, like an old uncle, but also looks at things even more clearly than Yan Xie does sometimes. Yu Wu is understandably bitter about what he had to go through, and BCH is the ONLY person who can calm him down, whom he listens to, which I LOVE. Some highlights:

Yu Wu grew up in a poor village and thus loves money, and he fights in underground betting rings to earn more money - The stash of hidden money he collects I think is half for his escape money, but if he happens to never need it, his dream is to donate the money to his village so they can open up a school there - ANYWAY because Yan Xie’s parents, and technically BCH’s ‘parents’ are soooooo rich right, Yan Xie’s mom shows her approval to her son-in-laws (Jiang Ting first, then Yu Wu), by giving them winter pants. It’s kind of like inside warmers, and usually meant for older ladies to wear LOLOL so Yu Wu was like staring at the pants when he finally got them and looked soooo reluctant until Jiang Ting told him it costs $6,000 AND HE WAS LIKE :333333 okie

He acts a lot like a kid?!! He likes eating like some snack but it’s really unhealthy for him, and BCH the mother hen keeps catching him in weird places like the toilet, where he’s hiding from BCH so he can eat his fave snack?! And the whole police station knows not to give YW what he wants in terms of snacks and smokes because once BCH finds out, he makes life very difficult for them HAHAHAHA

9. 穿成反派如何活命 | How to Survive as A Villain by 伊依以翼

Summary: Rich and handsome CEO Xiao Yu An finds out he has a terminal illness (cancer), and dies while he’s reading this online novel, where a king mistreats the crown prince from a neighbouring state which sent him over as hostage after losing a war, and ends up being killed by the crown prince years later (SVSSS much?!). He wakes up AS THE KING, and afraid of dying, he immediately goes about befriending the prince, Yan He Qing. Yan He Qing falls in love with Xiao Yu An while being his friend/hostage/bodyguard, and Xiao Yu An tries to avoid all the deaths he read in the book, while making sure Yan He Qing manages to find his three/four wives, including Xiao Yu An’s sister.

Of course, because Xiao Yu An showed him warmth and kindness, Yan He Qing ends up falling for him instead, and Xiao Yu An is an absolute oblivious idiot because he REALLY doesn’t realize until much later. Yan He Qing ends up declaring war on Xiao Yu An’s kingdom because he is duty bound to do so, but doesn’t hurt Xiao Yu An, wanting to keep him by his side, but YHQ’s scheming uncle drives a wedge between them, and XYA leaves, breaking YHQ’s heart.

They meet again a few years later, where XYA is training to be a physician in a small village and chances upon a severely injured YHQ. There, he realizes that it was all a misunderstanding, and that YHQ actually LIKES, LIKES him, but before they can enjoy this short period of happiness, disaster strikes again.

My Thoughts: THIS WAS really enjoyable, and with the manhua visuals, it is *chef’s kiss*. I think this transmigration version actually delved into the part where XYA is unable to change everything, and if he saves one person, someone else is destined to die, and that moral dilemma devastates him a lot. In this novel he actually transmigrates TWICE, once into the king’s body, and the second time into a neighbouring state’s prince/king’s body, who looks exactly like his modern self after. YHQ is real sweet to him istg, and I like that the epilogues are SUPER EXTENSIVE, including an arc where YHQ and XYA transmigrate back to the real world and everyone who died is alive and close to them, and gets their happy ending ;-;

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

#danmei rec list #stebeee recs #a sword of frost #your distance #swallowing the sea #breaking the clouds #kaleidoscope of death #High Energy QR Code #How to Survive as A Villain #The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

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mazuwii · 3 years ago

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Zeke SFW Alphabet

Flying monke

Hey bestie, I see you like Mr Monke😏

No shame! No shame!😤 I am writing the chapters everyone has requested but I got asked to do a Zeke alphabet first so here it is

—A (Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

•Not very physically affectionate in public, he tends to give you stares that gives you the same warm feeling you get from being hugged tightly.

•When you crash into him for a hug, he's so shocked and confused, his heart is dancing at the feeling of your warm little body right against his, affectionately rubbing his back. Before he knows it, he's silently crying, holding your face to his chest so that you don't see.

•Zeke never knew hugs felt so nice and now whenever he's feeling down or whenever you both have nothing to do, he randomly opens his arms up and waits for you to run into them. If you take too long all he does is twitch his hands slightly, which is funny and cute.

•I can see him being way more affectionate in the nighttime, where you're sleeping on him and you mumble under your breath, he kisses your head and strokes your cheek, lovingly gazing at you.

—B (Bestfriend, how would he be like as a best friend, how would the friendship start?)

•Zeke would be the bestest friend ever, sure he isn't the most affectionate or upfront friend but he is incredibly reliable!

•Always defending you behind your back. He insults you but then compliments and uplifts you behind your back to other people. Basically your lawyer.

•I will never stop saying this, Zeke Jaegar is intelligent as fuck and hates small talk so his conversations are so delicious, so full of flavour. His intelligence turns you on so hard, he is so fun to talk to because A, he makes fair points and teaches you things, B, he has a good sense of humour, C, he genuinely listens. He wants your opinion and understands your point of view on the subject.

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Before getting into a relationship, he always thought hugs would be stiff and horrible, especially in bed but he discovered that he was wrong.

•When you were spooning him, he couldn't nearly think straight from the appreciation he felt. Your arm was so secure around his waist and your body was warm against him, it was a feeling that made him wish he was immortal and experience this FOREVER!

•He likes it when you bring yourself to him, automatically. He finds it cute and always compliments you when you do. It isn't a full-of-shit-flattery compliment, he means it.

•"Why- on this gruesome green earth, are you so cute?" He kisses your head as you nestle yourself on his chest. "Mind telling me? Hm?" He pecks your head again and tightens his arm around you.

•One thing he will die to protect is you, he wants to hide you away from all the horrors of the world and treasures you so much and one way to do it is to tightly hold you right against him, melting at the sound of your giggle.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•Zeke wants to live in a cottage with you, secluded from other humans. All the serenity of it relaxes him, it's one thing he'd never stop thinking about.

•Sure he wants to settle down but he'd never want to have kids. He sees himself as a failure to all and can see his little ones hating his guts, having to hear them exclaim how much they hate their papa (even if it's just his imagination) terrifies him.

•He felt like everyone hated him, but you and his grandparents and Mr Ksaver. Children would be too much stress

•As for cooking and cleaning, I don't think he's good with cooking or cleaning. He doesn't really make a mess so it's okay that he isn't good at cleaning

•However he isn't bothered with cooking actual food, he'd always just have fruit or instant noodles when he's hungry. So you'd have to be a good cook because my mans has no motivation for that stuff

—F (Fiance(e) How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Like I said before, Zeke isn't good on relationships so if you both last more than a year and he realises you've helped him as a person and he has helped you, he secures it.

•But proposing would be difficult, he's shy, scared, worried you may laugh and blow him off.

•Eventually he gives in and asks, a heavyweight washing off his shoulders when you said yes, even getting butterflies when he realised you were crying.

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•His inner child is bruised, you can see a little boy in him anytime he smiles properly, it makes your heart shatter to know that he never experienced his childhood properly and is currently a little boy in an old man's body

•He is gentle, he tries so hard to be soft with you and touches you like you're made of glass. H o w e v e r, my man does not hold back when it comes to baseball.

•Zeke is so happy when he's playing baseball with you that he doesn't realise he may have thrown too hard and only realises it when you grunt at the impact it made with your collarbone, dropping everything and running to check on you.

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•He hesitates at first when your smaller body collides with his, he had let out a small yelp but couldn't help smiling when your arms get tighter in desperation.

•Slowly and gently, he'd embrace you back and smell your hair.

•Zeke's hugs are warm, secure and surprisingly cuddly. He's too shy to hug you first, you'd have to hug him first and he'd not hesitate anymore. Sometimes, when he's missed you so much, he'd hug so tight that your legs float off the floor, completely powerless in his embrace.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word)

•Zeke thinks a lot so admitting that he loves you would be an epiphany, even years into the relationship. He genuinely can't believe someone loves him and stayed with him.

•He'd say it with a kiss to your forehead, small freckles of tears glistening in his eyes when he stares longingly at you.

—J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

•Very jealous but he keeps it to himself. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. He realises anytime a man talks to you and you smile around them, he can feel himself shrink. He's all dramatic in his head, wondering if he'd ever been enough for you or if you finally realised you deserved a better guy than him.

•All of those thoughts would disappear when you take his hand or talk to him with the tone you always use with him, a cheerful and appreciative one.

—K (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

•Zeke's kisses are hesitant and full of pauses. Sometimes you do most of the work, bringing him closer and all that while he's questioning if he deserves you.

•When Zeke tries to be affectionate, he likes to kiss your forehead, crown of your head, cheek, lips in private. It's reassuring and he loves his little lady more than anything. This small kiss passes on so much serotonin through your skull.

•Zeke doesn't have a specific preference but when you pepper his face with kisses it makes him so happy and fireworks go off in his tummy. With your hands gently cupping his face and your lips pressing every area on his face he softly holds onto you with a flustered smile.

—L (Little ones. How are they around children)

•Lol, he's like their older bro but a lil more distant

Let's move on...

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•Zeke's life is full of duties and priorities but he wishes with his full heart that he could spend the rest of his life lazily holding you with you peacefully laying by his side

•To his dismay, he must leave you to sleep. He has to get up earlier and doesn't bother waking up his sleeping angel, getting ready for work and leaving- not without kissing your cheek. Even if you're fast asleep, Zeke tucks you in and pecks your cheek, admiring you for a few seconds before heading on with his day.

•I'd say on good days, you make an effort to wake up with him and make breakfast so that he doesn't go to work and smoke ciggerates on an empty stomach. Fucking idiot, sorry but don't do that 🙄 even to my readers, don't smoke bestie💜

—N (Night. How are nights spent with them?)

•He does sleep at a reasonable time, sometimes at ten PM, sometimes at eight PM..

•Before bed he'd watch a documentary with you while having dinner and probably tire himself out by sucking in all that knowledge (the TV voice makes him sleepy, so you can see his eyelids drooping when he lies about how he isn't tired... it's cute)

•When it's time for bed he does the usual routine and gets into bed after smoking... which is pretty painful for you to watch but you won't scold him, you'll bring him closer to you and kiss his nose, massaging his scalp and becoming limp when his hand is soft at your waist, caressing patterns with his slender fingers until you fall asleep.

—O (Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Zeke thinks he is the scum of the Earth and wouldn't be surprised if you thought so too. It'd be difficult for him to mention any of his trauma so it all comes out through his humour.

•Daddy issues jokes, mommy issues jokes, self-deprecating jokes and you go through so many until you realise the man is traumatised. I can say with full confidence that he once tried making a joke for the millionth time and ended up crying instead of laughing. Of course, you were reassuring and comforted him in every way he needed.

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Very patient when it comes to his S/O, he doesn't force anything out of you and slowly, gently speaks.

•Zeke doesn't become angry easily, honestly, he's so smart and open-minded that it becomes a problem because he understands so many things, unable to use his emotions to his advantage.

•Again, emotions pass and are useless to him, they just come and go so he doesn't like feeling too vividly. Especially anger, he thinks there's no use in it.

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•Like I keep saying, Zeke is a smart, attentive person even when he doesn't mean to be. He pays attention to small details by accident and remembers subconsciously. He memorises a lot of your habits, bad and good and makes notes of when and where they mostly happen, adapting to your lifestyle without realising.

•Someone is asking what to get for your birthday and tries to get a type of chocolate flavour he remembers you despise and he gives away your full interests and a list of what you like, dumping an essay of your public info to one of your best friends and they're just like °_°...?

•It's cute, he just doesn't know his brain sucks everything about you in

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•When you took him out to dance and the music suddenly switched from formal dancing to just 'go crazy' and he watched you GO OFF. You were shaking your hip and hopping around energetically, glaring at him for laughing his ass off over the loud music.

•You forced him to dance with you, both of you whipping your hair back and forth, your movements less stiff but nonetheless, in sync. He's never had so much fun. No one he knew was there, it was all strangers but he felt like only you and he were there, dancing freely to the music, he'd just follow your lead confidently

—S (Security. How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

•Zeke is so protective, paranoid but never expressing it, knowing he'd sound insane:

-"Angel, I have to go out with you because what'll happen if you suddenly get run over?!"

-"No you can't use the phone while it's in charge, what if it explodes in your face?!"

-"Cookie dough, don't try handstanding, you could snap your neck!"

-"No, I won't let you go up these faulty escalators, they could suddenly break open and swallow you, here let me hold your hand up the normal stairs."

-"Don't lean against the balcony, you could fall over!"

•So instead he does it sneakily. Like small solutions, in order, he'd: offering to help you shop when you go out, making you put your phone down to massage him, scaring you into stopping your handstands, holding your waist securely when you're both on the balcony.

•To feel protected, Zeke needs constant reassurance from you. Physically and emotionally. A small kiss on his cheek and a little "Don't overthink, I'm here, let it all out, I'll listen to your thoughts."

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•I think Zeke is more of a private person but his dates can be fun too. For anniversaries, you'd both have turns. For his half of the day, it would be spent playing baseball, going to the arcade, taking you out to dinner and then he'd warmly hold your hands in his, asking you what you want to do now.

•His gifts are so thoughtful but he tries to be cool when he gives it to you, lips straight and eyes avoiding you like a shy schoolboy. He can't keep his cool since you have to attack his face with kisses🙄 Jees Y/n stop it, he totally doesn't go insane when you do that to him, totally isn't in love

—U (Ugly. What are some bad habits of theirs?)

•I'd say the damn smoking. Zeke chose an unhealthy coping mechanism and needs guidance out of it, so you do just that.

•Taking his cigarettes and helping him get the nicotine out of his body through skipping rope, taking him to the sauna and even massaging his scalp when he has a headache.

•If course it'd be such a shock to him when he realises how nice he feels after his addiction is over, it's amazing what getting rid of one bad habit can do to your life.

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•Zeke trimmed his beard shorter and did his hair when he realised he had seemed to be ageing faster but... for the sake of my selfishness this is a modern au

•Surprisingly, he actually has good skin, a nice beard and a good haircut. Zeke is beautiful.

•Only once, has he ever shaved fully and my guy looked 10 years younger and was lowkey getting cocky but he rathered the beard and let it grow out... not too long though

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Zeke is like the moon, it's a bit dark but it's still useful, however, it needs the sun to give it a boost? So what I'm trying to say is you're the sun to him, life wouldn't feel the same now that you've made your mark

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•I don't care what you say, he can do the entire dance for boy with luv by BTS. He doesn't know why he knows it so well, he's only seen the dance rehearsal once (yes he memorizes pretty fast)

•extra but, by the way, Monke man can figure out a Rubix cube faster than a War breaking out in AOT so... haha very fast👁👁

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He doesn't like a controlling partner, not everything has to go your way babe, life is always going to steer you in a different direction and it sometimes is in a better direction than the one you had first intended.

•So there's that

—Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•This is funny to me for some reason? But once he lets go of your cuddle, he subconsciously sprawls his body out, and he does it for the entire night even when you're on top of him, his clothes are somehow half-off. The pillows are everywhere, the blanket is under his heavy thighs so you're freezing on him :")

#zeke #zeke jaegar #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke sfw #zeke sfw alphabet

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astrognossienne · 4 years ago

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the sun’s shadow

Anything which casts “light” such as the sun, also casts a shadow.

The Sun is a star, not a planet, and I see our Sun sign referring to our innate stellar nature. We are all, in potential, stars. But that doesn't mean everyone with a sun sign has the will, imagination and energy to actually become a star.

The sun sign describes our "goal” of "becoming" ourselves. Obviously the Moon and ascendant and everything else is important, but if we "go with" our sun sign, we'll generally be more content as individuals. So a Cancer sun is "supposed" to be somewhat sensitive, tenacious, intuitive, dark horses, pioneers in emotional intelligence, low-key the baddest in the game, etc. The temperament of the sun sign is needed for this incarnation and a Sun in Cancer acting like a Sun in Cancer will be more content, etc. However, a failure to do so, can often lead to a "fall" to the opposite sign in the axis, meaning you act like your opposite sign instead. In order to get the most out of your sun sign you should look to the opposite sign, note the strengths of the sign, try to incorporate them into your mentality and then use that as a foundation to experience and make the most of your sun sign.

If however, you don't “go with” your sun sign (and all other chart factors being equal) then you will fall into the opposite sign and experience and project the “worst” of that sign. I have been thinking a lot about this lately due to my own observations as well as some other opinions/discussions by individuals online (here on tumblr and elsewhere) and have noticed that some of these reactions are, in my opinion, the negative traits of their opposite sun-sign (especially when it comes to certain signs...)

At any rate, this is my theory. Make of it what you will.

Aries - worst of Libra - indecisive, lazy, manipulative “diplomacy”, vain, superficial, too impressionable, craves popularity, lacks a spine, scared of confrontation, a “yes person” Taurus - worst of Scorpio - brutal, dark, self-destructive/destructive in general, obsessive, sexual dependence/vampirism, abusive, sadistic, emotionally demanding, extreme, vengeful Gemini - worst of Sagittarius - naive, gullible, opinions based without fact, unsympathetic, insensitive, dreamer, banal, restless, if you don’t kiss their ass they’re out for blood, has no sense of boundaries, too much emphasis on “brutal honesty” Cancer - worst of Capricorn - greedy, cold, evil, power hungry, brutal, sadistic, misers, manipulative (especially with money), flinty, abusive, robotic, vicious, calculating, selfish, insensitive, egotistical, blackmailing Leo - worst of Aquarius - "everyone MUST be the same", too interested in being “special” or “one of a kind”, cold, arrogant, "uniformity or exclusion!" attitudes, lacks confidence Virgo - worst of Pisces - doormats, whiners, liars, temperamental, substance abuse issues, insecure, overly hypersensitive, doesn’t know the meaning of the word boundaries, tries to be something they’re not, doesn't value/like themselves and projects this negativity onto others by being disrespectful, low self-esteem, martyrdom, oversensitive, vague, wishy-washy, impractical Libra - worst of Aries - rude, abrasive, disrespectful, confrontational, selfish, brash, self-righteous, aggressive, overly and unnecessarily blunt Scorpio - worst of Taurus - possessive, intolerant, over-indulgent, dogmatic, stubborn, lazy, boring, too materialistic Sagittarius - worst of Gemini - cynical, “facts only”, superficial, skeptical, fickle, indecisive, talks too much, spreads themselves too thin, has an inappropriate sense of humour/uses humour at inappropriate times Capricorn - worst of Cancer - emotionally smothering, crybabies, forgettable, passive-aggressive, reactive, manipulative, clips their partners/children’s wings because they “need” them, oversensitive Aquarius - worst of Leo - melodramatic, arrogant, delusions of grandeur, starts shit for no reason, aggressive, condescending, obnoxious, overreacts, selfish, attention seeking, dictatorlike - “I must lead the group, and group must be like me” Pisces - worst of Virgo - an obnoxious “know/seen it all”, compulsive, insecure, too analytical to cover up their sensitive nature, hypercritical, sees world/people in terms of “good” or “bad”, cannot see the forest from the trees, whiners, nitpicky

#sun #astrology #mine

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scrawnytreedemon · 3 years ago

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Neurodivergency, and Sephiroth

Right, I’m going to see if I can try and explain why this reading appeals to me.

For some background, I’ve watched a full silent LP of the OG, watched Advent Children, and am largely familiar with his characterisation in Crisis Core(though it gets a bit patchy in some areas). I am not familiar with his characterisation in KH, Dissida, or any other spinoff appearances.

I’m going to be looking at this with an autistic lens, as, hey, I’m autistic, however much of these patterns aren’t exclusive to autistic people by any means and thus are fairly applicable to other labels.

This is an explanaition on why I find this element worth considering, and while I hope that others can relate or take away something from this, in many ways it is highly personal and not intended to be a decleration on Sephiroth’s ‘true nature,’ as it were. I’m not claiming that this was intended by the writers-- Infact, I’d be very surprised if they considered it, at all --As many of the traits he exhibits could be brushed aside as due to his upbringing.

That being said, let’s get into it!

1. Alienation

A common thread in neurodivergency, autism in particular, is some form of alienation. This doesn’t necessarily mean being outcast-- I, for one, have been largely accepted by those around me, and yet there is still that sense of being ‘other‘ that’s always been there, long before I even had a word for it.

Now, of course, in Sephiroth this is more related to his lineage, and how it’s expressed in... well, everything. Even still, I find value in expanding that, and considering just how getting the sense you’re implicitly divided from your peers.

There is, of course, the matter of Sephiroth’s literal isolation-- However, as fun as those scenarios are to play around with, I don’t think Sephiroth was raised wholly, or even mostly in the labs. The reason being that it would be nigh impossible to have hid just what made Sephiroth different, especially knowing how observant he is. It’s clear that Sephiroth had had extensive contact with other children, as epitomised by the line:

“I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. But this is not what I meant!”

Sephiroth was painfully aware that he is different, even if he didn’t know exactly how. It is at once an oddly thrilling, and lonely sensation. Thrilling, because-- Hey! --You can do and see things others can’t and/or wouldn’t; and lonely, because it makes it hard to relate to others or have them relate to you.

2. Socialisation

I would like to start off by saying that, while I find it a tad more faithful and endlessly less grating than Sex God Sephiroth, Sephiroth is not a complete and utter social failure. While it’s clear he has difficulty articulating emotions and understanding others, it’s very clear even still that he knows how the game works, and knows how to play it.

This is going to dip far more into speculation territory, so buckle up.

A thing that, perhaps, I don’t see talked about often enough online when it comes to neurodivergent experiences, is that many things that are considered ‘normal‘ get experienced as systems that we need to actively learn and maneuver-- Socialisation especially!

Now, of course there is always some degree of social interaction being a give and take, a step forth and step back, regardless of neurotype, but it’s dialed up far more when you deviate from ‘the norm.‘

If I can give my own example, a thing I struggled with when I was little was humour! Not because I didn’t find things funny, or didn’t know what it was, but because I had issues grasping at the machinations of what made something funny. This lead to alot of nonsensical jokes that left my siblings confounded, until I picked up a joke-book, and started analysing from there. It was mostly alot of puns, which! Due to their simple structure, are a great way to learn the basics! I didn’t even know this was unusual, until my mother pointed it out to me years later.

And that method goes for alot of things.

Sephiroth, above all else, is observant. He makes efforts multiple times throughout the OG and Crisis Core to check up on others and ask how they’re doing. He asks Cloud how he feels returning to his hometown, and about seeing his mother, and urges Zack to check up on Aerith in Crisis Core, to name some notable examples. Even if you get the sense that his attempts are, perhaps, a little ungainly, it makes it clear more than anything that Sephiroth tries.

I think the reason that people have leaned alot more into the overly-awkward perception of Sephiroth in recent times, is because it humanises him. I feel there’s been far more of a shift within fandom to focus on the mundane, on relatability, on humanity. A veneer of endless, effortless confidence really isn’t that sexy anymore-- When sexual-appeal even comes into the matter, at all.

That being said, this section more than anything, I think, is very easy to brush aside due to his... interesting upbringing. Depending on how you construe the timeline, Sephiroth got sent to war as early as twelve, and wouldn’t have had much of an oppurtnity to develop these skills in a healthy and timely manner.

Even without that, a degree of social awkwardness is far from exclusive to any particular neurotype-- It’s the way it arises in him, though, that piques my interest.

3. Analysis and Obsession

This... I think, is the one where I’ll be grasping at straws the most.

While, yes, the obsessive research demonstrated in the OG during the Nibelheim incident and even before that to a lesser extent in Crisis Core could be some indication of a degree to absolutely immerse yourself in a subject in that Very Autistic WayTM, more than anything these are brought on by dire circumstance(the former especially by the question of his very humanity), and as we don’t see Sephiroth as a child, it’s uncertain as to whether he displayed these behaviours as such and to this degree under ‘normal‘ circumstances.

Even so, I get the feeling that Sephiroth is very analytically-minded, in a very Stranger In A Strange World sort of way(not in any way referring to the 1961 novel by a similar name, lmao). I get the feeling he’s the type of person to pick up some highly-esoteric text just for fun and come away with a menagerie of strange and unusual and obscenely specific factoids that he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

Like, someone might mention a topic offhandedly, and though he’d keep his mouth shut because He’s Like ThatTM, a slew of all the little bits and pieces he’s seen or read on the matter over the years would just jump to mind.

What I’m trying to say is, I think Sephiroth would take joy in painstakingly pouring and mulling over topics that not many people would have the consideration nor the mind to hold any long-term, inimate interest in.

If the last point was easily brushed aside, then this one you’d merely have to breathe and it’d fall apart. Nonetheless, I feel that within fandom’s current common framework with how we perceive Sephiroth, this wouldn’t be too much of a stretch.

I, however, want to make it clear that I can see the issue with labelling Sephiroth as neurodivergent. He could all too easily fall into the cliché of cold, emotionally and socially-inept, often rather callous depictions we see all too often in the heavily-neurotypical media that sees us as Missing Something; less than. Things have gotten better, but even still, there’s such a tendency to flatten us down to the things we can’t do, or lawd as us Potential Einsteins in spite of it-- Which, just, while it happens, on the whole it isn’t very helpful or realistic to expect this from us.

We are by no means a monolith, and while I take comfort in the idea of a neurodivergent Sephiroth, I understand that for some, it can feel like taking on a label to a character that vaguely fits the stereotype, and thus, perhaps, insinuating that to be autistic you have to look Like That-- And when it comes to villains in particular, it’s all too easy to dip into demonisation.

This isn’t even getting onto some of the issues that’d have this fall apart, were we to look at other symptoms. The first that comes to mind, and one that even I, as innocuous as I am, experience: sensory overload.

While it is entirely possible that Sephiroth learned to deal with it accordingly in life, or was forced to surpress it, because Shinra’s Science Department(cough cough Hojo) has been shown time and time again to force its subjects into little boxes and blame them for any failures expressed, the fact is that such a symptom could make fighting on the battlefield downright impossible.

Again, this is something that could’ve been given a ‘solution‘(as much as you can or even should think about long-term surpressing your basic thresholds), it nonetheless remains an issue.

I just hope that, on the whole, this served as some food for thought.

TL;DR: Sephiroth is autistic because I Vibe With It.

Also, happy Disability Pride!

#ffvii #sephiroth #character analysis #theory #scrawny speaks #ff7 #autism #neurodivergency #scrawny draws

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st-just · 4 years ago

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Got a theory on how socialism went from “working class idpol” to “PMC idpol”, while still claiming to be the former?

There is, as they say, a lot to unpack here.

So first of all, calling socialism ‘working class idpol’ isn’t necessarily wrong but a) phrasing it like that makes me physically cringe and b) it’s really pretty reductionist. The official Marxist doctrine isn’t that the proletariat is especially virtuous or enlightened or deserving, its that it’s exploitation is necessary to the functioning of capitalism, meaning that as capitalism becomes ever more universal workers will have both the means and motive to overthrow it. Though, like, not to say that there isn’t a lot of ‘working class idpol’ in there. If you want to get all Early Christian Heresy about it, I think that got denounced as I want to say Workerism at some point? Something like that.

(Though, like, the period of early Soviet history where people’s class histories was explicitly taken into account in court when determining how harsh a sentence to give them is just very funny in terms of ‘American conservative fever dreams that turn out to have actually happened’. I have a weird sense of humour. Though come to think of it Ascribing Class is actually a pretty useful read in terms of how identity is socially constructed and assigned from on high).

But honestly, well socialism has always been for the working class, the critique that it’s actually by a bunch of genteel delinquents cosplaying as revolutionaries is basically as old as the term. Like, ‘came from a well-to-do family, radicalized when they joined an illicit reading group in school and found Marx’ is basically a cliche of early Bolshevik biographies, and the closest to industrial labour quite a lot of them got was volunteering to teach night schools for the actual proletariat. Like, it was something of an embarrassment for a while the degree that the movement of the working class was actually composed almost entirely of professional revolutionaries and radical intelligentsia – the creation of a socialist labour movement was a deliberate and conscious project which took a decent amount of time to really work, with many (many, many, many) failures along the way. (Too radical and anti-religious and feminist and internationalist for the salt of the earth working types, you understand)

But anyway, all that’s mostly tangential, mostly to say that lawyers and teachers being strident Marxists isn’t even close to new. To at least approach answering your actual question – okay, with apologies to Barbara Ehrenreich, I really feel like ‘Professional-Managerial Class” as a term has gotten so warped by The Discourse that it’s actual use is fairly limited. Like, the Wikipedia article somehow includes ‘teachers’ and ‘nurses’ as central examples (even leaving aside accuracy if you’re a serious socialist on I feel like preemptively disavowing one of the only halfway vital sections of the American labour movement is anathema on a purely tactical level). A lot of the use is just, well, vulgar identity politics – imagining class divides based on culture and affect rather than material circumstances. And to the people the term is actually useful for – wait, have you seriously met many managers or corporate lawyers who call themselves socialists? Like, seriously? I mean, I guess so did Louis Napoleon, but I wouldn’t exactly call him central to the movement.

Alright, sorry, I’m being intentionally obtuse, here. So to answer the question I think you’re asking-

The contemporary boost in the prominence of socialism (in the discourse and in terms of number of publications, if nothing else) has been largely driven by the downwardly mobile children of relatively comfortable parents, both white collar workers and yes, of the professional-managerial class. Due to shifts in economics, culture, and government policy over the last several decades, they overwhelmingly at least attempted to get a college degree. Generally speaking, they were radicalized at least as much by the fact that the system that supported their parents has singularly failed to do so for them as by any particular points of history or theory. Once a significant number in various social circles and cultural scenes were genuinely radicalized, it just became a generally fashionable or acceptable stance to strike, and a useful vocabulary for anyone with even vaguely compatible issues or interests to articulate themselves in.

The natural and inevitable consequence of this is that the modern, western iteration of the socialist movement (such as it is) is generally expressed in the cultural vernacular of people raised as comfortable, liberal children of the American dream, or people directly reacting and responding to that culture. It also means that the focuses and idiosyncratic neuroses of the movement are going to have at least as much to do with the culture as with the ideology – such is human nature, unfortunately.

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midoriima · 3 years ago

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Hi! Congrats on 150!! I’m here for a Tokyo revengers matchup >:)

To start off, my pronouns are she/her and though I’m pansexual, i lean a bit more towards guys.

As for personality, I’m a bit goal-oriented, because I have a fear of failure. I’m confident, to a point where sometimes it gets narcissistic (I’m out here thinking I’m the absolute shit. Unironically), but I usually only do that as a joke. I love humour and try my best to be funny and playful sometimes. Though im introverted and prefer to be around a few people of choice, I can handle crowds and I tend to be a bit loud/excited in certain social settings. People often mistake me for an extrovert. Im a bit studious, and I love to be right so I’ll always bullshit my way through arguments or debates just so I can win them. I’m also a little arrogant and my sense of empathy/sympathy is incredibly low. It’s hard for me to even befriend people who are sensitive because I’ll accidentally hurt them and then not understand why it would even hurt them. (A psychologist once told me that I could potentially break my lover if they were a sensitive person yikes).

As for appearance, I stand at about 5’6. Im pretty strong and it shows lol. Im a brunette with brown eyes (yes ik very unique). My hair is about shoulder-length and I usually don’t care for it much, so it’s not the smoothest you’d ever see. I don’t exactly put a lot of importance on the physical appearance other than watching my weight and a very minimal skin routine because I personally don’t see the use (I am indeed a lazy person in this aspect rip).

I don’t have many hobbies aside from the gym. It’s like my main sport and so I like it a lot. Other things I like are cats, spending time alone, disney movies and talking with my close friends. In another person, I like a nice sense of humour, a certain level of independency (clingy is ok tho. Clingy is GOOD tho if they’re independent), and someone who shares a few values or opinions with me. I also like someone who’s somewhat motivated and won’t simply sit around moping abt what they could have done but didn’t. That’s one of my pet-peeves. I kinda like my men to have their shit together to a certain degree.

In dislikes, ironically, I don’t like people who think they’re all that but can’t back that fact up. I also don’t like car guys. I don’t like guys who are dependent.

So I think that’s it!! Again, congrats on 150!! I’m looking forward to seeing you get 300 followers!!

MITSVYASWIFE: HI OMFG TYSM FOR JOINING MY EVENT???? also, we're soooo much alike it's crazy?? also, coming from an (ex??)omnisexual if you like all but have a preference, you could be omni but that's rly up to you :)) ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 😭😭

I pair you up with...

i feel like you two would be like that pair that everyone didn't see happening at first but then people start saying things like, "stay with him forever" like that.

you and i are very alike so i can understand the "confident, to a point where it sometimes gets narcissistic" part. when i start acting like that, i start saying things like "ugh i'm so hot" or "i'm better than you guys" (as a joke, but half not if it's directed to guys LMAO) so if ever it's like that in your case, mitsuya would hype you up like crazzzyyyyy!!

you and mitsuya could be walking past a group of dumbass boys who think bringing down girls for male validation is cool but then you'll say something that's the opposite of what they said then start hyping yourself up and mitsuya would join in, then they'd walk away feeling bitter about it LMAO this is a constant scenario in my head-

anyways, aside from that, mitsuya definitely thinks you're cool for being able to hit the gym or even like it. i think he's okay with it but will definitely not go to the gym unless he's there solely for the treadmill. but seeing you doing your thing around the gym? maybe he should put more work in his workout and try to impress you 🤔

i also feel like mitsuya would be the type to like tall women but just doesn't want them to be taller than him?? LMAOO i'm pretty sure you're both the same height and i kind of think he'll see that as a competition and start getting serious about his height lengthening workout to grow at least 2 inches taller than you.

if you were to tell him, "i don't like car guys" he'd definitely agree with that?? like you're just chatting and all, then you'll being that up out of the blue and he'll exclaim an, "OHH!!! YEAH ME TOO?!"

i just feel like mitsuya understands you a ton??

anyways let's move on to other hcs 😁

dates. dates. dates. mitsuya will definitely see a whole day with you as a date and make it feel like it. first, early morning, going out on a stroll or a jog! next is breakfast at a cute cafe! for lunch will definitely be somewhere where you can do fun activities? from sports or to anywhere with board games. like a beach resto! or a place like this!

you could dine in there and i'm pretty sure there were board games there? anyways, after dining in, you'd play a little before doing something else! for dinner would be somewhere with a bonfire, especially in colder weather/seasons!

i also feel like mitsuya would be the type to spend the midnight with you as well. it could be driving around the city, talking, watching a movie, or photography that late. this causes his mum to smack his head for being out so late and worrying his sisters LMAOO

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kaminobiwan · 4 years ago

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father figure

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader (though there’s not much jedi-ing just dumbassery on Obi’s part)

summary: Obi-Wan feels unneeded. You’re there to remind him he’s not. Idk how to summarize hahdjfn

a/n: I just love this scene from episode III so much, it’s my hc that it’s happened before. This is my first fic I’m ever posting in my six years of tumblr! I’m so excited to share it with you guys. Feedback and comments are incredibly welcome, and I’m always here for a chat! I hope you guys enjoy :-)

Obi-Wan is no stranger to failure.

In fact, depending on the point of view, he was quite familiar with it - his years as a youngling held many a blunder, and one didn’t reach the status as a well-respected Jedi Master without learning from many, many mistakes.

Still, he can’t help but admit that the feeling of messing up utterly sucked.

His former student, on the other hand, seems to be perfectly amicable with the experience - if he even stopped to acknowledge the instances in the first place. Even at 20 years old, Anakin is as nonchalant as ever when it comes to getting caught in a sticky situation.

Like right now, as the pair of them dangle from an absurdly long curtain out of the window of a Coruscanti high rise, 80-some floors in the air.

Obi-Wan struggles against the breeze and tightens his grip around Anakin’s neck, biting back a groan. Normally, he’d have the sense to feel embarrassed clinging to his Padawan like a human backpack, but his head is still spinning from a backhanded hit from a Devaronian - the very blow that had sent him and Anakin crashing through the window, at the mercy of the expensive fabric that shaded every room of the building they were currently hanging from.

“How’re you holding up, Master?” Anakin grunts, and Obi-Wan is unsure if the pun is intended or not. He decides to ignore it entirely.

“This is why I always tell you to think these plans through -“ a gust of wind ruffles both of their hair, “so we don’t end up in such predicaments.”

He wishes he could have one uneventful week on leave. It’s not enough that his time on the frontlines looks to have no foreseeable end, but even between missions, trouble seems to follow his makeshift family to the capital city. He only hopes Ahsoka is studying in the archives as he’d instructed her to before Anakin had dragged him away to pursue a pair of slythmongers meeting at a swanky hotel in the derrick major.

Apparently, he had overheard the details of the transaction on his way back from a lunch out - from the Senate District, no less - and had been on his merry way before his old master had stopped him. Obi-Wan was pretty sure Anakin was trying to find any excuse to get out of his scheduled session to train the younglings at the temple, but he couldn’t argue against interrupting a smuggling ring, especially when it had to do with drugs. He still remembered the havoc that had followed when Vos and Aayla had been forced to take glitteryll and had temporarily lost their memories...

And if there’s one thing Obi-Wan hates, it’s letting Anakin throw himself in the path of danger under his watch. Force knows that boy will drag Obi-Wan to an early, stress-filled grave.

Anakin pauses before speaking. “Master, this was your idea.”

Right - that too.

“My idea was to wait and see if we could catch the person that orchestrated the deal along with the smugglers, to have patience,” he tries not to sound too defensive, but multitasking while trying to find a foothold on the slippery glass of the window pane is near impossible, and maintaining his usually cool exterior is not a price he’s willing to pay for falling to his death. He isn’t sure he could use the Force to break his fall with a mild concussion.

“Honestly, Master, I appreciate your help, but you really didn’t have to come.” Anakin’s metal fingers flex around the curtain. “My arms are getting a little tired holding the both of us.”

Obi-Wan bristles at the comment. “We wouldn’t even be in this situation if you hadn’t snuck off to see Senator Amidala during her afternoon recess.”

“Yes, and there would still be an illegal drug deal happening right now, so I’m not sure I’m getting your point.”

“My point is,” he snaps, readjusting his grip, “none of this will have been worth it if one of them wakes up and finds us in such a comprising position.” Obi-Wan knows he dropped his lightsaber before the fall. Judging by both of Anakin’s hands gripping the curtain fabric - that is positively straining under the burden of their weight - his saber is either in the room as well, or smashed to irreparable bits on the ground below. Obi-Wan groans internally. Wouldn’t be the first time.

He feels Anakin tense under him, and his hair itches Obi-Wan’s face as he tilts his head up. “Well, we’re about to test that theory, because someone’s coming.” Anakin’s voice is tinged with unpunctual worry as Obi-Wan finally senses the rapid footsteps towards the shattered window. Maker, he got hit hard.

But he’s sure he can recognize the familiar presence anywhere, and sure enough, your head pops out of the window as he swallows his enlivenment down with a smile.

“What,” you stare down at the both of them, and Obi-Wan is sure that the view must be positively comical from where you’re standing, “are you doing?”

You’re much less happier to see them than Obi-Wan is to see you, and he wonders if your incredulous exasperation is directed towards him or Anakin. Probably both.

“Waiting for you to save the day, of course,” he quips. You snort in response, and he notes the glow of your hair in the mid-afternoon sunlight. If you weren’t looking like you were completely done with him, and his head wasn’t throbbing incessantly, and he wasn’t dangling hundreds of feet in the air, he might have admired the sight of you.

He always did have a penchant for having ill-timed observations.

Anakin interrupts his thought with a strained plea for assistance before you finally reach your hand out to grab his flesh one, though not before shaking your head.

“I swear, it’ll be your own stupidity that will kill you two before the war does.” Though your voice is stern, Obi-Wan can see the affectionate relief in your eyes as he’s pulled up by the both of you. “And you can bet that I won’t always be there to save your sorry skins.”

Yep, Obi-Wan thinks, it’s both.

———

It’s a short ride back to the temple in the air taxi you’d commandeered on the way to their rescue, though how you’d even known to come, Obi-Wan has no clue. He’d been sent to the back seat while Anakin occupied the passenger beside you, meekly tinkering with his mechno-arm with the occasional guilty glance back at his master. Though you’d been humoured upon finding them in the hotel, you’d been silent the whole ride, save for a tired demand of Anakin’s recap of the disastrous operation. Though, to their credit - they had successfully apprehended the slythmongers present. Even if it was only because you’d arrived with the police.

Obi-Wan knows that despite you being the midpoint between his and Anakin’s ages, Anakin still sees you as a substitute parent, especially since you’d been the one to comfort the former Padawan in his worst hours of homesickness. Despite no longer being the same innocent child from Tatooine, Anakin still hates to disappoint you. It’s written all over his face, clear as day for Obi-Wan to see.

What he can’t tell, however, is if you are as disappointed as your silence suggests. You certainly don’t look mad, but you haven’t met his gaze since you’d pulled him from the window.

It’s starting to get to him too.

Soon, you’ve arrived at the Temple, docking smoothly to a stop as Anakin turns to you with a rare look of remorse. “Thanks for saving our skins back there, Master.” His tone is sincere, as it always is with you. “Who knows how long we’d have been hanging there if you hadn’t showed up.”

You blink at him in acknowledgment, a corner of your mouth lifting slightly. “As much as I enjoy spending time in the crèche, maybe inform me fully the next time you ask me to cover a training session so you can run off to fight crime?”

Anakin nods enthusiastically, and sends Obi-Wan one last look before reaching for the door to leave.

“Be sure to report to Master Yoda so he can reschedule your instruction slot,” you call as he exits the speeder. “You’ll learn to handle the younglings yet, Skywalker.”

And then, you’re alone. And he’s nervous.

Not necessarily because of your uncharacteristic demeanor, though he is still trying to get a read on you. More than that, he’s on edge with the same nagging feeling he always gets when he’s around you, amplified whenever the two of you are by yourselves. While you’re the person Obi-Wan feels most at ease with, at home with - he also can’t deny the persistent tug that pulls his heart towards you every time you look his way.

But right now, you’re not. You’re gazing at the distant traffic ahead of you, gently tapping the bend of your elbow. Obviously deep in thought.

Obi-Wan stares at you from his seat, unsure whether to speak first. “Thank you,” he begins, “not just for the save. You could have been much harsher with him, and you weren’t. I appreciate it.”

“From what I heard, Obi-Wan, you’re just as much to blame for that spectacular plan,” your voice is much sharper now, and Obi-Wan winces at the irony that he’s just thanked you for the lenience you’re now depriving him of. “If not more.”

He knows he shouldn’t push you while you’re like this. He can tell you’re bothered, but why, he doesn’t know. Why are you so concerned?

“To be fair, I couldn’t let Anakin go charging in alone.”

“Honestly, I thought you’d know better than to try and stop him by now.”

He can’t help the surprise that paints his face as his eyes flash up to yours. It certainly isn’t what he’d expected you to say. “What?”

Finally, finally, you turn sideways in your seat and your gaze meets his, and even though he’s as confused as he’s ever been around you, the sight of your eyes is enough to placate him a fraction. Still, he’s bewildered at your statement. He clears his throat before speaking again. “You expect me to just let him loose on the galaxy? The boy’s only just become a knight, and only because of the need sparked by the war.”

“That’s exactly the point, Obi, he’s a knight,” you’re quick to reply, though your expression softens as you utter the nickname. “You can’t be looming over his shoulder anymore. You shouldn’t be. Force’s sake, he’s got a Padawan of his own now.”

“Only just,” Obi-Wan replies stubbornly, and later he’ll chalk it up to the concussion for his behavior. But deep down, he knows you’re right. He’d been inserting himself into Anakin’s missions. And until now, he hadn’t recognized the reason why.

Anakin had grown up.

Anakin had grown up, and he didn’t need him anymore.

Obi-Wan was well aware that he’d trained the boy as best he could. The pride that engulfed him every time he looked at Anakin was no secret, especially to you. But there would always be the painful reminder of abandonment along with it, almost as persistent as his fondness for you. Those feelings, at least, were kept hidden down deep. He still had a reputation to maintain, after all, but it’s hard to combat your incessant empathy. Not that he’s complaining.

You reach for his hand where it’s gripping the back of your seat. “Oh, Obi-Wan,” your voice is a murmur that has him leaning forwards to hear. “I know.” You fix with a firm look, as if you’re repeating the words with your gaze. He swears you can see right through him. You’ve always been better at emotions between the two of you.

“Promise me,” you blink at him with knowing eyes, “that you’ll end the secret chaperoning. Otherwise, he’ll never get over his father figure issues with you.”

“His - what?” Obi-Wan blurts out for the second time, and you pull away and laugh. A beat passes before you shake your head again.

“Don’t tell me you’re not aware, Obi. We don’t have the time to walk through it. You should be with the healers by now.” You shift to exit the speeder as well, and he finds himself chasing your hand before moving to leave himself. You approach a Padawan on the platform and instruct him to return the taxi with payment as Obi-Wan regains his composure and falls in line with you towards the Temple.

“You know, I don’t remember you claiming the role of the ‘responsible one’,” he jokes, despite the dull buzz in his head. He feels lighthearted now, better, even.

You smile softly at him, but he can tell you’re suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. “We rotate the duty around. Maker knows you’re not actually the goody-two-shoes Master Yoda thinks you are, joining your Padawan’s escapades the first chance you get. Do I need to remind you why you had to cut off the mullet?”

“Because you like me better with short hair?” He grins boyishly back at you, pushing down the desire to touch hands again. “I do promise, you know. No more trying to reign him in. I suppose the day was bound to come when he’d leave me behind.”

He smothers the twinge of regret with an amused tone, but still, he knows you sense it. He’s thankful, anyhow. There never was a need for explanations with you.

“He’ll always need you, Obi-Wan. We all will.” You punctuate the comment with a lingering pat on his arm, and Obi-Wan’s heart tugs again. No attachments, a voice in his head reminds him.

But he hopes it’s true what you say. He’d hate to see you leave him behind, too.

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