#sos gray

[plague-ridden-rat]

[pistashxo]

let down your hair! (wip)

[durotoswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gray/Karen (Harvest Moon) Characters: Gray (Harvest Moon), Karen (Harvest Moon) Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Awkward Flirting, Finally writing about one of my dream rarepairs, Rare Pairings, Alcohol Summary:

Gray, brand new to town, sees a woman on the opposite side of the bar that makes him feel sick - in a good way, though. But that only raises the big problem: how to introduce yourself when making small talk makes you also feel sick, but in a bad way. Written for the Love at First Sight prompt by Love-Bokumono-Fics on tumblr.

Still going strong with the monthly prompts by @love-bokumono-fics!  This one was so fun to write!  Excerpt below! 💖

She had a glass of wine in her hand, but she wasn’t drinking it. There was no sort of sign that she was waiting for anyone, and it was hard to tell if she was simply people-watching like I was or if she was deep in thought.

Yeah, she was gorgeous, but it honestly didn’t matter if she wasn’t, because there was something about her that just drew you in. Commanded attention. Maybe it was those sharp eyes or air of confidence she gave off. Hell if I know.

I did know one thing.

I had to know her name.

But asking for someone’s name means you have to talk to them. Introductions and stuff. I hate all that. I don’t think it would be a stretch of the imagination to say that I’m the worst person at small talk you would ever meet.

But for some stupid reason, I wanted to know what she called herself. I wanted to hear her say it with her own lips. I wanted to know if she had that silly twang that everyone in this area seemed to have. I wanted to know if she talked like the people in the city I grew up in.

I wanted to know if she was bored here, too.

Her bright green eyes latched onto mine, and that’s when I felt it.

The awful pang in my stomach and chest.

I wanted to sink into the floor and vanish, but at the same time, the idea that I had her attention gave me that awful jittery, giddy feeling. Butterflies in my stomach? I’m pretty sure that’s what people call it. I think I’m just going to call it what it is – nausea.

[ladylemrelle]

My top 3 romances in New Mineral Town <3

I’m thinking I will marry Cliff ultimately so I achieve the trifecta of marrying him in both Mineral Town games and DS Cute (where I need to get to romancing again XD)

My ex-fiancee is basically Ran irl and I only realized the other day.  She and I are still friends though only platonic and nowhere near as close as we used to be...

And Gray is... trying to get some I guess? haha, can’t stay the night sir that would be improper of me!  We’d be the talk of the town and Grampa Saibara would have your ass!!!

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[elainiisms]

female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

[wolxoltl]

What if Bill got his top hat from his father?

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[samdravvs]

I firmly believe that every conflict in X-men can be solved by polyamory and gay sex

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[nedlittle]

it drives me bonkers the way people don't know how to read classic books in context anymore. i just read a review of the picture of dorian gray that said "it pains me that the homosexual subtext is just that, a subtext, rather than a fully explored part of the narrative." and now i fully want to put my head through a table. first of all, we are so lucky in the 21st century to have an entire category of books that are able to loudly and lovingly declare their queerness that we've become blind to the idea that queerness can exist in a different language than our contemporary mode of communication. second it IS a fully explored part of the narrative! dorian gray IS a textually queer story, even removed from the context of its writing. it's the story of toxic queer relationships and attraction and dangerous scandals and the intertwining of late 19th century "uranianism" and misogyny. second of all, i'm sorry that oscar wilde didn't include 15k words of graphic gay sex with ao3-style tags in his 1890 novel that was literally used to convict him of indecent behaviour. get well soon, i guess...

[rosquinn]

"mutuals can ask for discord" mutuals can haunt me after they die. mutuals can paint my immortal youth in a cursed portrait. mutuals can build a 8ft tall creature in my college dorm. mutuals can watch me wake up as a monstrous vermin. mutuals can feed me soup after i commit murder. mutuals can help me kill uncle claudius. mutuals can go out with me and my girlfriend from across the bay. mutuals can hunt the beast with me. do better

[lotus-pear]

do you finally see me?

[magewritesstories]

just gonna leave this here

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[edelwoodsouls]

thinking about the fact that they made a point to tell us that there are no cameras in the vents. like- lucy gray is a performer, she is always performing, it is her calling and her survival mechanism and when we meet her she literally cannot stop performing because she is always on camera or being perceived- by coriolanus, by the capital, by her fellow tributes and the folks back at 12. but for that one, awful moment, in the vents, watching dill drink the poisoned water she laid as a trap- for that one moment in the whole entire movie, lucy gray isn’t being observed. that is the only moment in the entire movie she isn’t performing for someone else, and she uses it to grieve