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acemoppet · 4 years ago

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and kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you ('til monday)

Written for @drowningbydegrees ‘s artwork for @geraskierreversebang! I had a lot of fun with this one- thank you guys for everything!

Pairings: Geraskier

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Enby!Jaskier, Fake Dating

Summary: Geralt looks at them dead-on. “I’ll tell you the details later,” he says, “but basically, we’d have to go as lovers.”

Or: Monster of the Week requires Geralt and Jaskier to pose as lovers at a banquet. Only, will they *really* be posing?

They’re just eating breakfast- eggs and ham! A far cry from the bread and jerky they usually scarf down while on the road- when the messenger arrives.

“You the witcher?”

Geralt looks up. “A witcher, yes,” he says, and Jaskier hides a snort into their eggs. “Why?”

The man grins. “Viscountess Alana is looking for you,” he says, dropping a parchment onto the table.

Geralt quickly looks it over- from across the table, Jaskier can just barely make out the outline of an official stamp- before turning back to the messenger. “Now.”

The man just keeps grinning, and gods but isn’t that unnerving. “Now would be nice.”

Geralt and Jaskier exchange a look before Geralt gets up. “Seems we don’t have much of a choice,” he rumbles. “Show us to the Viscountess then.”

Ah, my eggs, Jaskier thinks sadly as Geralt and the messenger step out. Still, they restrict themself to one (1) forlorn sigh before packing up their belongings and joining Geralt and the messenger outside.

It seems the viscountess lives nearby- the town they were just dining in is under her jurisdiction, which is how she must have heard of their presence after they’d entered last night.

“I thought you said there were no jobs in this town,” Jaskier murmurs, just low enough for Geralt to hear them.

“There weren’t,” Geralt replies, eyes still on the messenger merrily leading them.

“Ah,” Jaskier says. “A nobility-specific problem then. Wonderful.”

“Hm.”

The two of them have shared many things over the years they’ve traveled together- food, drink, and on one memorable occasion, even clothes- and a healthy dislike of nobility is just another of those things. Nobles tend to give shit jobs with a smile and threaten to ruin Geralt’s reputation if he so much as talks back- even Jaskier’s hands are tied around them.

All in all, neither of them are looking forward to this job.

In the midst of their rumination (and Jaskier’s mental funeral to the hot breakfast they’ve left behind), they arrive at the Viscountess’ manor. Jaskier would go on to describe it, but honestly when you’ve seen them once, you’ve seen them all. It’s grand, it’s bland, and neither of them would like to be anywhere near where it stands.

Still, it’s not like they can turn this down- if not because of Geralt’s morals not letting him not take a job (and he does have them, the principled persnickety bastard), then because of the risk of being arrested by the lawmen this Viscountess Alana can no doubt influence.

“Onwards,” Jaskier whisper-shouts cheerily, trying to cover up the lack of enthusiasm on both of their parts. Geralt just rolls his eyes- rude!

They enter the manor and are quickly directed to a sitting room. “The Viscountess will be in shortly,” the messenger says, and gods but Jaskier is still hung up on his incessant smile.

“Don’t his cheeks hurt?” they say to Geralt after the man leaves the room. “I mean, really, the man’s got to stop at one point!”

Geralt side-eyes them. “Yeah,” he says, “You’d think.”

“Yeah and- wait.” Jaskier narrows their eyes. “What are you implying, Geralt?”

Geralt looks away, but not before Jaskier sees the curl of an amused smile on his lips- which, rude! Very rude! Before Jaskier can call out his unspeakable rudeness, however, the Viscountess enters the room.

“Witcher,” she says, nodding at Geralt. Then she notices Jaskier. “And bard. I hope I’ve not kept you waiting.”

Surprisingly she hasn’t. “Not at all, my Lady!” Jaskier says, laying on the charm. The Viscountess smiles, amused. Gods, what is it with people finding them amusing when they’re not trying to be?

In the midst of their irritation, Geralt takes over. “You said you had a problem,” he states- Jaskier knows it’s a question though.

“Yes,” the lady says, gesturing for them to sit as she takes a seat as well. “As I said in my note, there’s been an alarming amount of disappearances from my parties recently…”

Jaskier tunes out the rest of the conversation- Geralt is more than adequate in social situations when he wants to be, and he tends to want to be on jobs. “Takes less time to deal with, and it’s less troublesome,” he says. Which, Jaskier can get behind that.

They take the opportunity to appreciate the room- it’s a very airy space, with tall windows that the morning sun spills through. The furniture is… decadent, for lack of a better word. While Jaskier appreciates the aesthetics, they’re less inclined to do so when they’ve gotten interrupted in the middle of their breakfast. The eggs and ham of nary an hour ago seem so far away, and Jaskier’s stomach cries out in longing- metaphorically of course. Ooh, but there’s an idea for a song…

Jaskier is pulled out of their splendid composition (it’s called “Ode to Warmth”, which is both pretentious enough for Oxenfurt and simple enough for tavern fare, so win-win all around) when Geralt says, “I’ll need to attend the banquet then.”

Geralt? Wanting to attend a banquet?? Ohohoho, this they’ve got to know more about.

The Viscountess nods. “I understand, but how will you lure the- what was it you called?”

“Bruxa.” Oh shit. No wonder the Viscountess is worried- bruxas are bad news.

“Right,” the Viscountess says. “How will you lure the bruxa? If they’re attending my parties as you say, they must be intelligent enough to understand that you’re a witcher.”

Ooooh, clever Viscountess! Jaskier takes a closer look at her- she’s beautiful, actually, with skin a smooth, red-brown ochre and eyes dark and twinkling with intelligence and- ok, so maybe Jaskier has a bit of a competency kink: they chalk that up as a product of imprinting on Geralt- who is, for all of their teasing, the most competent person in all the land- at the tender age of eighteen.

Geralt, as if sensing their attraction, kicks their ankle surreptitiously. They kick back and nearly miss Geralt’s reply. “I can disguise myself,” he says. “Especially if Jaskier attends with me.”

Jaskier takes back every insult they’ve ever bestowed on this man. “Really?” they say, excited at the prospect of fine clothes, fine wine, and fine… company.

The Viscountess looks uncertain. “I’m not sure how that would disguise you,” she says. “Everyone knows that Jaskier the Bard is followed by Geralt of Rivia, and vice versa.”

Truly?! Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better- it’s almost enough to make Jaskier forget the tragedy of this morning’s uninterrupted breakfast!

On a more serious note… “Yes, how do you plan to disguise yourself, Geralt?” Jaskier asks their friend. “We can… maybe do something about your hair? I have some Zerrikanian henna in my bag, but that’s not going to help you lure the bruxa in, is it?”

Geralt looks at them dead-on. “I’ll tell you the details later,” he says, “but basically, we’d have to go as lovers.”

L-lovers?!

“Oh!” The Viscountess says, looking flustered. “I- I did not realize you two were-”

“We’re not,” Geralt says, even as Jaskier starts to finally process his words. “But from what you’ve told me, the bruxa is tending to pick off your guests when they go out with their partners for… fresh air. If we make them think Jaskier and I are going to do that, then they’ll follow us, and I can dispatch them safely.”

It’s… a sound plan, if a bit elaborate. “How will you excuse my presence there then?” Jaskier asks. It’s not like they can use their ex-title as a Kerackian Viscount here.

Geralt turns to them then with a mean smile. “You still have that one doublet from Cintra, don’t you?” he says. “The one that made me look like-”

“‘A sad silk trader,’” Jaskier repeats. Then they freeze. “Geralt, but that’s not my color at all!”

“Tough,” Geralt says, still smiling at them. “You’ll go undercover as a merchant, and I’ll go in as your lover.”

On one hand, having to wear something bland. On the other hand, playing at a relationship with their best friend and secret love of at least a decade now. Truly, it’s a no brainer.

“It’s a good plan,” the Viscountess says. “The banquet is later tonight- I trust you’ll be ready by then?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll show you to your rooms- best of luck.”

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By rooms, the Viscountess clearly meant one room. “Sorry,” the increasingly-smiley messenger says. “We’re short on rooms because of the banquet tonight- it’s a wonder we even have an empty one!”

And what a room it is! The walls are made of the finest timber, carved with elaborate curlicues that make Jaskier’s head spin. The fire is already on- which is nice, if unnecessary, given that it’s just hitting mid-morning now. But the main attraction is the bed.

Oh, now this is a bed worthy of praise. It’s soft and fluffy, like the clouds outside their balcony (yes, they have a balcony too). The bed is made from what looks like a richer wood- Geralt would know more, as Jaskier cares little for the knowledge of timber used in this area. To top it all off, there are curtains. For the bed.

First they’re going to a banquet, then they’re going as Geralt’s pretend lover, and now they get to stay in a room such as this? Can this day get any better?

“I’ll call some breakfast for you,” the smiley man says as he heads out of the room. ”The meal’s already done for the other guests, but the cooks should be able to serve some eggs and ham, at least.”

Jaskier gasps in delight. Best. Contract. Ever.

Behind them, they hear Geralt huff. They turn around to see him looking at them in familiar amusement and… fondness?

That’s odd, they think, before pushing that thought away. “Gods, what a day, Geralt!” they exclaim, falling back on the bed. “And it’s not even noon yet!”

Geralt hums. “Don’t fall asleep,” he says, shrugging off his armor and swords. “We still need to work out our plan.”

“Ah, right,” Jaskier says, sitting up. “Our plan to… I’m sorry, are we luring the bruxa in or seducing them into a ménage à trois?”

Geralt chuckles- success!- and shakes his head. “Only you, Jaskier,” he says, eyes glinting with mirth as he sits down beside them on the bed. “No, we’re luring them in. Which means we have to convincingly act like lovers.”

Once again, the word “lovers” makes Jaskier’s face go red. “A-ah,” they say. “R-right then.”

Geralt looks at them, amused. “Shying away, bard?” he teases. “What, are your acting skills no good?”

“My acting skills are terrific, thank you very much,” they reply automatically. “Still, it’s not everyday we get to pretend we’re… together.” That’s as close as they can get to the word “lovers” without blushing like a tomato again. “Which is why we should practice!”

...Shit.

Geralt furrows his brows. “Practice?”

“Y-yeah,” they say. They can still salvage this, maybe by saying that they could practice dancing- “You know, like kissing and stuff!” Fuck, ok, never mind.

“‘And stuff?’” Geralt repeats, amused. “I see your reputation is over-inflated.”

“It is not!” Jaskier protests, indignant. “Take that back, you donkey’s arse!”

Geralt scoffs. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you!”

Geralt raises a cocky eyebrow, leaning in. “Yeah?” he says. “How?”

There’s a moment where the world stops, narrowing down to the spaces where they breathe and the way Geralt’s eyes seem glued to Jaskier’s mouth. Then Geralt’s lips are on theirs, and Jaskier's head spins.

They clutch at Geralt’s arms, trying hard not to fall over as he kisses them, slow and gentle. It’s soft and wet and so fucking good that Jaskier feels their brain melting out of their ears.

Control yourself, Jaskier thinks wildly, scrabbling for sense as they try to keep their reactions bottled. Then Geralt pushes his tongue into their mouth and Jaskier groans.

“Fuck,” they pant when Geralt finally pulls back. There’s a line of spit connecting their lips, and Jaskier goes cross-eyed trying to follow it before Geralt brings up a finger to break it.

“Speechless, bard?” he teases, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, and oh that’s not fucking fair.

“Y-you wish,” Jaskier says, trying to catch their breath. They try to come up with a witty line, but upon finding nothing, they say fuck it and yank Geralt back in for another kiss.

This time, they’re the one pushing their tongue into Geralt’s mouth, swallowing Geralt’s surprised groan with glee. They bring their hands up, originally to pull on Geralt’s hair just for being a bastard, but then Geralt’s hand is on the back of their neck, thumb rubbing soft circles over the first bone on their spine, and they change course to cradle Geralt’s face instead.

The kiss turns soft, softer than Jaskier ever thought possible. Time melts away as Geralt pulls them into his lap, hands tucking into the spaces at their waist. At one point, Jaskier breaks away for just a breath but dives immediately back in nip at Geralt’s jaw. The sound he makes is addictive, and Jaskier does it again, and again, and again until there are faint lovebites across his entire jawline.

“You know, Geralt,” they murmur, whining when Geralt’s lips find their throat. “If we keep doing this, we’re not going to be pretending to be lovers at the banquet tonight.”

Geralt hums, and fuck if that doesn’t feel good against their throat. “I don’t mind,” he rumbles, nipping at Jaskier’s pulse and making them shiver. “Do you?”

Jaskier pulls his face back up. His eyes are half-lidded and dark, but the fondness in them is clear as day. “Not at all,” they say, smiling as they lean in to kiss him. “Not at all.”

The End.

Okay, fine, not the end. The banquet goes smoothly, even though Jaskier is giddy enough to hurl- they can’t help it! They’re lovers now! Still, Geralt manages to reel them in- it helps that he’s always touching them, soothing their frantic need for touch.

They find an opening at one point to duck out of the party. “You have your dagger?” Geralt whispers, feeling them up behind a stone arch in the garden, and ohoho there’s so many jokes they can make there. Then Geralt’s hand cups the back of their neck, and they’re suddenly overwhelmed with the need to kiss him.

“Yes,” they say before mashing their mouths together. Geralt huffs but kisses them back- he smiles though, laughing at them.

“Stop laughing, you arse,” they mutter into Geralt’s lips, and Geralt’s shoulders shake. “No, seriously, it’s hard to kiss you like this.”

“Can’t help it,” Geralt says, though he stops laughing. “You’re so eager.”

“Oh, like you’re not.”

Geralt hums but finally, finally starts kissing them properly.

Which is of course when the bruxa jumps out.

There’s a screech, and suddenly Jaskier is shoved away. They fall to the ground and immediately turn around, eyes straining to see in the dark night.

There’s the sound of a sword being pulled out of its scabbard- must be Geralt, please be Geralt- a flash of metal, and then one last ear-piercing screech that gets cut off as Geralt most likely cuts their head off. Something lands with a wet thunk some feet ahead of them- must be the head- but Jaskier stops focusing on that as Geralt walks back into view.

“Are you alright?” they say, jumping to their feet. “Fuck, there’s blood on your face-”

“Not mine,” Geralt rumbles, though he allows Jaskier to wipe it away. “I’m not injured- you?”

“Fit as a fiddle, my dear witcher,” they declare. “Though, perhaps my lips ache a bit- would you kiss them better?”

Geralt snorts, and then laughs. “Seriously?” he says, chuckling. “Is that the famous charm I keep hearing about?”

Jaskier scowls. “Well,” they say, pretending to be huffy- yes, they know the line is bad, they’ve found that Geralt’s a sucker for shitty pick-up lines- “if you don’t want to-”

“I didn’t say that.” Geralt steps into their space and tilts their chin up. This close, they can see how Geralt’s eyes flood with adoration- it’s too much and not enough, and Jaskier knows without fail they’ll always feel this way when it comes to this man. “You’re right, should probably kiss you better. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” Jaskier agrees. Then Geralt’s lips find theirs, and the world washes away once more.

#geraskier reverse bang #geralt #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #fluff #kissing #friends to lovers #fake dating #enby jaskier #ace writes

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ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello · 3 years ago

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Lizzie’s Crush (AU Valentine ‘special’)

Happy Valentine’s Day, or as I call it: Monday. Hope you’re having a great day and here’s a little Valentine’s Fic for your enjoyment.

“C’mon Lizzie, you can do this. You’ve done this before” Lizzie said to herself, trying to work up the courage as the approached the little convenience store. She was feeling anxious, something she almost never felt. She was the Coolheaded Natividad Sister. She knew how to stay cool under pressure. Not today, she didn’t.

“Ugh, why today, on Valentine’s Day, do I decide to do this?” She asked herself. “I could’ve gone last weekend, or even any day of last week, but no, I had to make it special and do it one of the most commercial holidays of the year.” She groaned. Why was she feeling so nervous about this? It’s not the first time she asked someone out. She had dated people before. None of them had lasted longer than 6 months, but it still counted. Nothing new there. It was the first time she felt so connected to a person that she didn’t consider family.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the one person she was there to meet. The girl behind the register. Millie Moore, currently looking very bored as she waited for the store to open. Lizzie found her funny, interesting, she had similar interests as herself. She liked the same music. She didn’t present herself as a perfect person. She was unlike anyone Lizzie had ever met.

They met maybe a few months ago, when Lizzie went to the store to get more Henna paste for her tattoos. Millie had noticed the tattoos, said they were ‘the raddest things she’d ever seen’ and they got to talking. Couple of months of talking later and Lizzie can’t stop thinking or dreaming about her. She got it bad.

She took a last, deep breath before the knocked on the glass door. The store wasn't open yet for another half an hour, but it wouldn't be the first time Millie had let her earlier. That was another thing Lizzie liked about her. She could be a rebel when she wanted to. Lizzie knocked. Millie looked up an her eyes lit up when she noticed Lizzie. She shouted a faint 'hang on.'. With a buzz, the door opened. Lizzie walked in, trying very hard to ignore the rapid beating of her heart.

“Hey you!” Millie greeted cheerily. “Long time no see. I'd almost think you forgot about little ol' me.”

Lizzie chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Been busy. Holidays, homework, annoying my Sister, things like that.” She pointed at Millie's hair, more specifically at the crimson red stripes she had in her otherwise black hair. “I see you managed to convince your folks to let you get that dye job?”

Millie let out an embarrassed giggle. “Actually, I didn't. I thought 'better to ask forgiveness than permission' and I bought some dye myself. Looked up a tutorial and did it myself.”

“Huh, looks great for someone who never done that before.” Lizzie noted.

“Yeeaeaaah, no.” Millie said. “It was a disaster. You don't wanna know. But it managed to convince Mom. She was like 'if you're so adamant to get it, you better let it be done by a professional'. So, tadadaaa, red stripes and 50 dollar poorer.”

Lizzie giggled. “That's one way to convince your parents. But it does looks good on you. Very 'rad' color.”

“Oh, before I forget.” Millie began. She ducked under the counter and got out a plastic bag. “Talking about rad colors. New Henna paste colors. These got in today. I managed to sneak some away for you, since, you know, it's your whole thing.” She pulled the bag back when Lizzie started to reach for it. “Ah-ah, ya still gotta pay, though.”

Lizzie was really glad her skin color didn't show blushing easily. “Thanks, you're the best.” Lizzie said, quickly getting out her wallet to pay.

“I know, it's my gift.” Millie beamed.

As Millie was wrapping up the purchase, Lizzie felt it was now or never.”

“So, Millie, today is Valentine's day...”

Millie didn't even look up from the register. “Really, hadn't noticed...” she joked, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“Well, anyway, I was wondering if ...” Lizzie took a deep breath. Her heart was gonna burst out her chest. “I was wondering if you have time after work to maybe ...go out with me … go grab a bite somewhere?”

Millie froze and slowly looked up from the register. Shock on her face and her eyes. She opened her mouth and closed it again. She blinked a few time. “No...”

Lizzie's heart sank deep and fell on Ice coated needles. Her head felt like it was spinning. Something was burning in her eyes. She took a breath. “Oh...okay. I just ...y'know what? Forget I asked. I need to go.” Lizzie turned around and quickly walked to the exit. She felt like she was breaking. She hastened her step. “Thanks-for-the-things-see-you-later!”

“LIZZIE, WAIT, I DIDN'T-OOMPH!”

Something – or rather, someone fell behind Lizzie. She turned around. Seems like Millie had tried to jump over the counter, stumbled and was currently in a rather crumpled heap on the floor. Before Lizzie had time to reach out a hand to help her up, she had scrambled up and ran up to Goth. She grabbed Lizzie's hands and held them tightly. She was mumbling angrily to herself. “Me and my dumb... – I didn't mean it like that, you caught me off guard and my brain stopped working. I meant to say 'I don't have time today. I got late shifts this whole week and I have this Valentine Dinner thing with my parents tonight. My whole week is pretty much swamped and the only free afternoon I have this week, I got plans to go shopping with mom. I can't cancel that ...again.”

Lizzie had trouble processing the information Millie was currently pouring down on her, especially after her brain was still rebooting after that apparent rejection.

Millie took a deep breath when she noticed Lizzie wasn't answering. A shy smile crept on her lips. “But I am free this weekend? Maybe we could ...do something then?”

Lizzie blinked a few times. “So you're saying ….”

Millie let out a laugh. “I'm saying 'Yes, I would like to go out with you', dummy.”

A wide smile formed on Lizzie's mouth. “Th-that's ...yeah, good, what-when?” She stumbled over her words.

Lizzie giggled, but her smile fell when her eyes fell on the clock. She sighed. “Listen, store is opening soon and I need to get ready. But why don't you ...” She let go of Lizzie's hands and ran back to her counter. She took a pen and piece of paper and quickly scribbled down something. Then she ran back to Lizzie and handed her the paper. It was a phone number. Millie's phone number.

A blush formed on Millie's cheeks. “W-why don't you give me a call tonight and we'll discuss what we'll be doing?”

Lizzie stared at the number for a few seconds. She looked up with a grin. “I'll see if I'll have time.” she said slyly.

Millie rolled her eyes and started to push Lizzie towards the exit. “Get going, you goof. Customers are going to get here soon and I don't need a blushing Goth creeping them out.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” Lizzie said as she stopped by the exit door. “Soo, I call you tonight?”

Millie blushed and nodded. “Tonight.” she confirmed. She waved her soon-to-be-date away. “Get going.”

Lizzie gave a final wave and walked out the store, leaving a giggling Millie behind. Lizzie walked down the street and took a turn into the nearest alley she came across. Only when she was sure no-one was gonna see her, she let out a cry of victory, jumping up and down. Her heart wasp pounding. Her head was spinning, in a good way this time. She looked to the phone number again, a blush once again staining her cheeks when she noticed the little hearts jotted down next to it.

“Good Job, Lizzie.” She said to herself. Then, when the adrenaline stopped, she buckled down, resting her hands on her knees, out of breath. “That ...was the scariest thing I've ever done...phew.”

She raised up, looking up at the sun. Valentine's day's pretty great after all.

Right, she needed to go. If she had any chance of actually being allowed to go out this weekend, she needed to be back on time or Hollis would have her hide. Lizzie allowed herself a final fist pump and then started to make her way back to the Motherlobe, where her friends presumably were awaiting how everything went. Best not to let them waiting.

#Psychonauts #Psychonauts 2 #Razputin Vodello AU #Razputin Vodello #psychonauts OC #Lizzie Natividad #valentine's day

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zukoshotleafjuice · 4 years ago

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I'm new to the fandom and I'm well aware that atla is a pan-Asian and Inuit show (with a little mayan and north African culture) but there seem to be white ppl in TLOK ?? Like ginger the actress. There even seems to be a few black ppl in republic city ? I'm genuinely confused do you know anything about this ? I hope there is at least some black representation in the live action remake at least .

Hey, so this ask is complicated and I’m going to address it as best I can. For the record, I’m South Asian (desi), so let me know if I get something wrong about a culture I’m not a part of.

Firstly, Asian people don’t always “look Asian”, especially in animated series like ATLA and LOK. Many Asians look more Caucasian than others, and just because a character looks white in an animation doesn’t mean that they aren’t actually Asian. I understand why this can be confusing, but imo it’s the fault of the media for only showing people one “type” of Asian person. We can have skin tones all over the spectrum, different hair types and eye shapes, different languages, cultures and identities.

This is what Ginger looks like. Other than the red hair, I don’t think she looks particularly white - in fact, her skin is quite tan. Her hair colour does not look natural to me. By the time LOK takes place, it’s very possible that hair dye was invented, and if not I’d guess she uses henna or another natural alternative to get that colour. Going by the fact that her stage name is Ginger, I’d guess her hair colour is a part of her brand and therefore not a natural population trait that people in that universe are used to seeing. It’s more likely that she’s Asian with dyed/curled hair than that white people suddenly manifested in the Avatar world.

I’m not sure which character from the Legend of Korra you think looks black, but I would 100% argue that they are Asian as well. In animation, more subtle features that demarcate races tend to be lost, but there are plenty of Asian people with dark skin and curly hair (which, I’m guessing, are the traits you’d use to identify the black characters in LOK). I’m Asian and from South India, and though I doubt I’d be mistaken for a black person IRL, I have dark skin, very curly hair, and a wider nose. So if someone were to animate me, I’d probably be easily mistaken for black.

I understand why you want to see more black representation. I agree with you - there should be more shows about black people and black culture. Most shows should absolutely work to include more black characters. But I don’t think that Avatar or the Legend of Korra need to be the shows that provide black representation, because they are shows that are strongly centered around Asians, Asian culture and Asian narratives. Asian and Inuit cultures provide the backbone of Avatar and Korra, and their characters are canonically, irrevocably, Asian and Inuit.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #race #south asia tag #atla meta #meta #discourse

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thewritingstar · 4 years ago

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Until My Heart Stops Racing

Pairing: Mitch x Mike (or Bitch as I like to call them, ya know cause Believe x Mitch.....nvm lol)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Note: This was a commission for the wonderful @lisathefan who gave me the cutest prompt and I know she loves her crack ships. I hope you enjoy my dear and thanks to my beta, Faxx for helping me!

Word count: 5538

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The car whipped into the parking space, dirt flying around us and I felt my heart rate finally go back to its normal beating. I looked over to Butch who had a goofy grin and ignoring everything he just did.

“Butch your driving is terrible. Now I get why you fly everywhere.” I groaned as I finally got out of the car. “I swear if Brick saw how you drove this thing... actually I don’t want to think about it.” I thought that speeding was illegal but apparently if the cops can’t even see your car, it's a free pass. And being in touch with the puffs might be a bonus we all have.

Butch let out a laugh before locking the car. “Relaxe Mike, what Brick doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He shrugged and sometimes I wondered how he could even say that. Brick could kill someone with just a glance but when you are a superhuman, and his brother, maybe the effect doesn’t work.

Maybe I should ask Blossom about that.

The beeping of other cars brought me out of my trance as I followed him on the dirt path.

“Anyways, why did you drag me all the way out here?” I turned to see the lights and the signs. “The fair?”

In front of me was the entrance to what could only be deemed as a somehow legal way to make people shell out three hundred dollars on cheap food and even cheaper ride systems. Every kid wanted to go to the fair and, yeah, it was fun when you were five, but now that we had just graduated high school, it seemed more dangerous than fun.

“Yeah, why not?”

I glanced at him and he only smiled widely but something in his eyes had mischief written all over it. “What's the deal?”

He sighed and smirked.

“A little birdy told me you got heart eyes for a certain someone.” Butch threw his arm around my shoulder. “And as the king of romance, I’m gonna help you out.”

Theres always a small tinge of fear whenever Butch gets an idea. It either ends badly where someone gets hurt, usually him or bad in the way that we all get in trouble and the notorious Powerpuff Girls have to get us out of it. But this...this was much worse.

“Butch, what did you do?” I said through gritted teeth. He only laughed at me instead of answering and pushed up towards the gates.

“Relax. Look they are here.” He pointed.

I followed his sight and walking up towards us was Buttercup, Robin and Mitch. Butch let out another laugh, probably because he could hear my heartbeat. Fuck superhearing. Of course Robin opened her mouth. You tell a girl while you’re throwing up that you have the biggest crush on your best friend who wears dark leather, has piercings and makes your heart swoon and think that she can keep her mouth shut. But no, she can’t.

“Hey guys.” Butch waves to him before leaving me to wrap his arms around Buttercup and ignore the public by kissing her square on the lips. PDA is always gross unless you’re the one doing it, so I can’t blame them. Also it's funny to watch her smack his arm.

“Sup Mikey.” Robin smiles smugly. Little demon.

“Hey. Hi Mitch.” He gives me a wave and a nod of the head and I have to mentally tell myself not to blush. Stupid hormons.

“Come on you two.” Robin says and grabs my arm and Mitch’s and forces us towards the carnival’s entrance. “Lets go!”

One of the perks to being besties with the puffs is the mass amount of freebies. Buttercup swiftly pulled out a ticket for each of us and handed it to the ticket collector.

“Sweet, free entrance.” Mitch smiled at me and held up his hand for a fist bump.

I gladly returned the gesture and every time I did so, I wondered if he could feel the electric spark between us. God, I need to stop reading romance novels.

“Alright losers. We’ll see you all later tonight, meet up for fireworks at 9?” Buttercup said and apparently everyone already had a plan that I was not aware of.

“Sounds good to me!” Butch smirked. “BC and I are going to do coupley stuff no one wants to see and Robin said something about henna soooooo.” He looked at me. “Guess Mitchy boy and Mikey are on their own.” I didn’t miss his wink and before I could protest, everyone was walking away.

My mind was now racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I realized in this moment that the group had ganged up on us, well specifically me. Mitch probably didn’t even think twice as the group broke up but they were out of their minds if they thought something was going to happen.

“Wanna hit the rides?” He asked.

I take a breath before nodding. We turn into the direction of the ride area and I have to remind myself that he is just a friend. A friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I usually have my emotions in check but for some reason, they want to act up now. All I have to do is get through tonight without embarrassing myself or giving Butch the satisfation of him being the king of romance. As if that were possible.

The area is buzzing with so much energy. There’s little kids whining and screams coming from the various rides. The smells of corn dogs, popcorn and, oddly enough, waffles mixed in the air and I can’t tell if it smells good or not but I know my pockets are gonna be much lighter by the end of the night.

We get into the shortest line for the tickets and it's truly a scam that each ride is a separate cost.

“I don’t feel like dying tonight so I think two rides is good for me.” Mitch says and I laugh a little because it's true. Just watching the swings makes me feel like one of them unhinge and plummet to the ground but that's what I get for being a paranoid person.

“I feel you. How about the rollercoaster and ummm... the spinning ride?” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles and god fucking dammit, those damn dimples.

The line moves as we chat about the newest horror movie coming into theaters and how Mitch saw a certain pair of redheads making out in a car.

“Wait for real?”

“I swear to god dude.” He raised his hand. “Unless some other chick wears a big ass bow, it has to be them.”

“Interesting.” I smile and soon we get called next.

“Hi there boys, how many tickets can I get ya?” the older woman asks.

“Ten.” Mitch says and I reach into my pocket to grab my wallet, that may or may not have a photo of all of our friends and definitely not for the reason that I can see his face at any given time, but Mitch stops me and places the cash in the tin. “I got it.” he says casually and something inside me felt all warm and fuzzy as the row of blue tickets was handed to him.

“Have a nice date night.” The woman says as we walk away and I almost do a double take thinking I heard her wrong. But when I look over to Mitch, he seems unaffected by the words so I just let it slide.

The rollercoaster isn’t as grand or cool as the ones at the theme park, it doesn’t even go upside down but it has a good bit of hills and bumps to give some air time so i guess it will do. The only problem is that these workers don’t care and make Mitch and I sit in the same cart as these two younger kids.

After we get the bars onto us, the ride starts to go. In front of us the girl grabs the boy's arm and I give a small eye roll as we start to climb the lift hill.

“Babe I'm scared.” She cries and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and I’ve never been so jealous of middle schoolers before.

“These carts are so damn small.” Mitch complains. And it's true. The two of us squished in this together leaves no space for our arms. The pressure of our shoulders touching isn’t too bad but it's to the point it almost hurts. “Hold on.” He says and I feel him pull his right arm away from mine and throw it behind us. “Sorry this is better.”

“No, it's cool bro.” I say even though I realize that this boy really just made it ten times harder to breath now.

I can barely grasp my surroundings as the rollercoaster takes its first turn before the drop. I can see the ending of the track as we go down but the only thing my brain is processing is the fingers tightening on my shoulder.

“Holy shit.” I mumble hoping that Mitch doesn’t know how he's affecting me.

We let out screams and shouts as we go up and down, flying around on the track and I try to enjoy myself, I really do. Before long, it's over and Mitch reaches his hand out to help me up and I take it with silence.

“That was fun.” He smiles and I am really happy he ignored his moms protests and got that lip piercing. It suits him.

“Yeah.” Is all I can muster and he gives me a look before walking towards the next ride.

Luckily as we enter this ride, there’s more room. Only our knees touch as we buckle in the seatbelt and I feel myself being able to breathe better.

“Good thing we didn’t eat before getting on here.” I laugh as the lights start to flash.

He snorts and nods. “Robin would have blown chunks either way.”

The ride is a simple circular track with small hills. All it does is follow the path and goes around pretty fast. Simple but a classic. The music begins and soon we feel the cart shift. I'm sitting on the right while Mitch is on the left, next to the exit and he wiggles off his black beanie just for good measure. His light brown hair, slightly damaged from dying it black back in freshman year, is ruffled from hat hair and my god is it cute.

“Fucking love this ride.” Mitch smiles and it begins to pick up the pace.

Soon, we are at full speed, which is fine. Perfectly fine. Except for the fact that the gravity from the ride is pulling me towards Mitch and no matter how tight I hold on, I end up smacked against him. Shoulders touching and I can clearly smell his cologne. It's the scent of sandalwood and campfire and my god does it smell heavenly. Men just smell like nature and I am more than okay with that.

But Mitch doesn’t mind, because why would he? Instead he's laughing and truly enjoying the ride. I smile and laugh too because honestly, it's just fun to spend time with him. The ride is over faster than I wanted and we hop off, slightly dizzy and I walk a little out of line but he catches my arm and pulls me to him.

“Easy dude.” He chuckles and I nudge him playfully and ruffle his hair before he plops on his beanie. Goodbye cute hat hair.

All of a sudden, my shoulder is hit. It was a pretty hard smack and my body jolted to the side as Mitch grabbed me from falling.

“Look a bunch of homos.” I look up and realize that it's some assholes from our school.

Duke Jones and Mark Dalton. Some of the few people who actually try to be douchebags on the regular.

My eyes do heavy eye rolls and I want to scream at them but I've never been a confronting person. My voice is in my throat but Mitch takes a step forward, his hand never leaving my arm.

“And what of it? Really dudes? You think some lame insult is gonna hurt our feelings. You’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass, better enough I can call Buttercup in a second and have your bodies all the way across this place. Grow the fuck up and maybe don’t choke on your toxic masculanity.” He sneered and sometimes I forget that Mitch can be pretty intimidating.

Their eyes widened as Mitch pulled out his phone to show BC’s number. They mutter something before turning and rushing off in a hurry.

“You okay?” He asks me.

“Yeah.” I say. “Sorry you got caught in that.”

“It's not a big deal.”

But it is. It's not a secret that I'm out and proud. Yeah its cool and all to not have to be closeted, even Princess came out last year so its nice to know that someone higher up won’t pick on me, but even then, it sucks. No matter where I go in life, someone will be there with a flame thrower of slurs or anger for something I didn’t choose. As for Mitch, theres something about him being called gay and him not having a hissy fit about it that makes me feel safe. Uhh fuck.

I take a second to recollect myself and Mitch just pulls me from the herds of eyes that saw that fiasco.

“Lets go here.” He points to the hall of mirrors and for some reason it's beginning to get extremely hard to be around him.

But I take a deep breath and push those feelings to the side once again.

The hall of mirrors was by far the lamest thing the fair could have done. Sure, as a little kid it was cool and slightly scary but now, all of our heads could see just above the tips of the mirrors making it lose the effect. It probably would have been more fun if the others were there. Butch would hide behind the mirros trying to scare us before Buttercup sent some lasers his way causing them to bounce everywhere and making us duck and cover. Good times. However, it was just Mitch and me.

While Mitch was walking, I couldn’t stop thinking about those jerks just now. Of course everyone already knew about my preference but Mitch seemed unbothered by being referred to as gay. Probably because he's not some asshole that thinks it's a bad thing, I mean if he did, why would he be friends with me for all this time? He’s just a good person, that's all.

Not to sound like the coming of age kid, but I knew I was into dudes before I could comprehend the idea of love or romance, I just thought they were pretty to look at. Moving to a new city at such a young age was hard for me, not to mention the whole invisible friend that tried to kill everyone. But after everything was said and done, I did in fact make some friends.

The famous superheroes had become my pals and when Buttercup introduced me to Mitch, I think that's when it all went downhill. We became the dynamic duo and everyone always paired us as the best friends, which is true but...it makes me feel guilty.

He turned a corner and I stopped walking. All of a sudden I was lost and staring at a mirror. Just me in my beat up sneakers and the uncertain face I seem to be wearing a lot lately. There's always a time in your life where you stop and contemplate everything, question all your decisions and how nothing truly matters.

“Hey you stopped walking?” Mitch said to me and I looked at him with a shaky smile.

“Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.”

“Care to share?” He asked and leaned against one of the mirrors.

I laughed to myself thinking about what I could possibly say. “Yeah sure Mitch, why don’t I just tell you that I’m in love with you and how it pains me to wake up to know that you will only see me as just a friend. Why don’t I just rip out my heart and put it on a silver platter for you to squash or just confess and kiss you here, ignoring all the states and hopefully pissing off some people?”

“...What?”

My eyes shot open and my eyes met his. He looked at me with confusion and shock. His mouth hung open slightly and it took me a solid three seconds to relaize that my dumb ass had just blurted that all out.

Panic. That's all I could feel as he stared like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel myself on the verge of tears and suddenly the air was too thick as I turned and ran, not caring about the employee telling me I was going the wrong way.

Mitch’s voice echoed behind me but I couldn’t stand to turn and look towards him. To hear the pure rejection and probably the disgust. Throwing away years of friendship for some stupid feelings? What was I thinking?

After nearly hitting my head several times, I made it out and ignored the weird stares and glances people were giving me. All I wanted to do was find Butch and get out of here and hope that I can just pack up and move away for college. Maybe even change my name.

Instead I found myself pushing my way into the bathroom stall and biting my arm to stifle my sobs. I felt like my heart was about to shatter, that all my nightmares where coming true all thanks to my stupid mouth. I was a fool to think that someone like him would even consider me as something more, a complete and utter fool.

“Mike?” A voice called and of course the sneakers peaking outside the stall belonged to Butch.

“What?” I spat bitterly. “Go away.”

I barely heard his sigh. “Dude, I don’t know what happened but suddenly Buttercup saw you burst into here. Really dude, is everything fine? At least come out and talk to us. Plus it smells really bad in here and there's a line of dudes.”

There's some truth to the matter and I wiped my face and pushed open the stall with a little too much force but luckily he grabbed it and just nodded towards the exit.

Robin and Buttercup are standing outside and luckily, I don’t see Mitch.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Robin asks as she hands me a tissue from her purse.

“No. I just wanna go home.”

Buttercup looks arounds then back to me. “Where's Mitch.”

“Probably somewhere and never wants to see me again.” I mumble.

“What?” She asks and looks towards Butch then back to me.

Butch raised his brow. “Mike, did you tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Buttercup asked.

It was at that moment that Buttercup didn’t know that I was practically in love with her best friend. Maybe Robin and Butch planned this together but it didn’t matter, not anymore. I would be losing two friends after this. Great.

“Look. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.” My throat is dry and it hurts and there's no doubt that my face is red and flushed with tears. “I'm just gonna call my mom to come get me.”

“Come on Mike don’t go.” Robin asked and she padded my arm.

“You don’t get it, Robin.” I spat. “You don’t understand what I just did. Thanks to someone’s dumb idea, I now lost my best friend. And for what? Did we really think he would like me back? That he could even see me in such a way? I don’t even know if he’s gay or let alone into dudes. But who gives fuck? I don’t.”

Butch took a step towards me but my anger only rose. “C’mon Mike I'm sure-”

“This was a stupid idea Butch!” I yelled and at that moment I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was embarrassed and hurt. “I just want to be alone.” I pushed past him and the others, ignoring everything they were saying because it didn’t matter any more.

It didn’t matter that my friends tried to help something that shouldn’t have even been considered. It was just a stupid crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully by the new semester, it would be gone and out of my system…. hopefully. A stupid crush that I’d been harboring for years and titling on a scale of something more.

It wasn’t long until my tears dried and I found myself among the section of carnival games. All of the rigged and hard to win and if you did win, it would be a small sappy prize that you would toss into a garbage bag or try to sell for a nickel at a garage sale.

There were darts and guessing the weight of a small pig. The basketball tossing and hitting the giant hammer looked tempting but instead I walked to the game that no one had ever won. Ring toss. A game of chance and so incredibly rigged, it's a miracle if one prize is won in a year.

Without a second thought, I gave up a fresh twenty dollar bill and the girl working, who clearly hated her job, handed me the biggest bucket of rings. Enough to keep me entertained until I call my mom or muster up enough courage to ask Butch for a ride back like a dog with its tail inbetween its legs.

I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I could be okay with this. But I was stupid. Stupid to think that the boy I had a crush on, one of my best friends, would like me back, or even be into dudes for that matter. But no, instead of having my secret crush kept, ya know, a secret, the one person who shouldn’t know, did.

I tossed another ring into the sea of bottles, the high pitched clinking echoed for just a moment as another was tossed. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe trying to figure out feelings was a waste of time because in all honesty, I never knew.

Like the plastic rings people pay way too much for, you jump and you think you’ll land on that bottle, secure the prize and show everyone up. Prove that you can do the impossible.

But then you miss and reality comes back. The bucket dwindles down and soon you’re left with nothing but regret for trying and shorting eight bucks.

“Hey.”

I turned, of course he would follow me. Why wouldn’t he? He was probably here just to tell me to let it go and sweep it under the rug, and say it's not weird when it totally is. Or he was going to come out and say that maybe our friendship has come to its expiration date.

“Oh. Hey.” I threw another one, missing again.

I tried not to care as he stood next to me but I passed him the bucket and he took his own shot, missing, just like me.

“Have you been crying?” He asked and there was no way around it.

“Yep.” I popped the p and threw another ring. “Look Mitch, I’m sorry what I said-”

“Don’t be.”.

“Most guys would just push someone like me away if that happened.”

He hummed and tossed a ring, missing. “Well, I’m not like most guys and I thought that was pretty clear. Especially after those jerks. I value your friendship too much to get worried or upset.”

I looked over at him, and that in itself was a mistake, because it would be just my luck that the other carnival games with their bright flashing lights would surround him and make it seem like he was glowing. The lights soften his features, a small twinkle on the black orb of his earring and making those very so light freckles appear.

Almost like a painting hung up in a museum. You think the trip is boring, and for the most part it is. A few interesting things here and there but just as you are about to leave, you find a room you hadn’t explored. It could be nothing and you could leave, forgetting everything in the last three hours and moving on with your life.

Or it could be life changing. As if when you walked in there, the most captivating painting was on that wall and you wonder how you skipped it in the first place. You stare at it, taking in the picture itself and the meaning. Stepping closer and looking at the paint strokes, the time taken to make this is clear and it's full of questions and mystery. The small plaque on the wall fails to answer.

He picked up the last ring. It twirled in his fingertips unsure of where to go.

“I kept thinking, you know.” He said. “I remember watching a show, a random cartoon and an ad for a pride festival popped up. I thought nothing of it, didn’t know what it meant at the time but my father did. He was outraged and changed the channel, screamed and shouted saying that if his son ever was caught doing something like that…” Mitch paused and closed his palm.

I could see the hurt in his eyes as he sighed.

“Then he would have no son. So when I found out what it all meant and learned about myself....I thought it would be best to never act on it. No matter how much I wanted to look towards another guy, I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry Mitch, I didn’t know.” And it was the truth. I wanted to mentally slap myself for not realizing that he was, in fact, gay as well. Way to go Mike, your gay-dar is broken. But then again, you can’t just tell a sexuality clear as day. I can’t blame him for hiding it, after everything with his dad.

He sighed again. “But when you told me that. Told me you wanted me, I think I started to realize that I would rather have something I want no matter what others think of me. I envy how you can just come out and be proud, as you should, but I wish I was that brave instead of a coward.”

“Mitch.” I slid my hand on top of his cautiously. He didn’t flinch or have any indication of pulling away. “I’m scared every day. Scared that someone might yell something offensive or even try to hurt me. Just like those assholes did earlier.But I can’t stop those things from happening but I can choose to not let them affect me. It's hard but you know you’re surrounded by people who care about you. Plus your best friend is an actual superhero.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to date such a fuck up like me.”

Fuck up? Did this boy really think that?

“I would never see you as that.” I said honestly. “It's normal for us to have conflicting feelings when someone in our life isn't supportive. It's never gonna be a walk in the park or smooth sailing but when you're with someone who cares about you, it makes it easier.”

He sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear the gears in his mind were running at full steam and he looked at the ring in his hand then to the bottles.

“I guess you’re right Mike. I guess I was thrown off that the dude I've liked since kindergarten likes me back.” He looked towards me and tossed the ring, not bothering to pay attention. “I just hope you haven't changed you mind-”

The next thing I know, my hand is tugging on his worn leather collar and his lips are pressed to mine.

I never thought that my first kiss would be as enchanting as this. You always think it's magical and fulfilling but in reality it's probably a mess of lips that don’t move quite as well and somehow there's a tongue doing whatever it wants. I guess I can’t count this as my first kiss because Robin had peaked me on the lips in third grade, also giving me the clear sexual awakening of how I never want another woman to come near me again, but this was different.

He tasted like cotton candy which I should find gross and oddly weird but I didn’t mind one bit. At the beginning there was a bit of hesitation, or maybe he was caught off guard since I did interrupt him but I couldn’t help myself. Stupid hormones. He wasted no time kissing me back and I even felt a hand on my waist pulling towards him. Although it lasted only a few mere seconds, it was like a lifetime of waiting had lifted.

When we pulled apart, loud speakers and alarms went off above us. I looked towards the game, I noticed one single plastic ring was stuck on the bottle. The worker smiled at us before nodding.

“Wow, I can’t believe you made it, especially without looking.” She said and I looked to Mitch who just shrugged.

“What? You kissed me, I just threw it.” He smiled brightly and I hugged him.

“So what will it be?” I asked him and he turned towards the prizes.

“Well, what about that dinosaur?”

“I love dinosaurs.”

Mitch smiled. “I know.”

The worker used a ladder to climb and retrieve the massive blue dinosaur prize. As a kid, i used to dream of winning such a cool thing but know, I think I got something better. Mitch handed it to me with a blush and I looked at it with just as much pink on my cheeks.

“Ya know.” Mitch started. “I have enough tickets for one last ride. Maybe the ferris wheel?”

“That sounds good.” He reached out his hand and I took it. Before I could blink, I felt his lips press against my cheek.

“I don’t like to see you cry.” He said.

I simply hummed and we walked hand in hand to the ferris wheel before deciding to give the prize to some kids. He handed the tickets to the worker as we climbed into the cart and began to go up. He threw his arm over my shoulder like he did on the rollercoaster, but this time, I leaned against him and let those emotions I tried to keep at bay, run wild.

“I’m really glad Butch dragged me here.” I said honestly and Mitch only laughed and silenced me with his lips pressed against mine.

“Me too.”

When we pulled apart, a few questions still lingered in my mind.

“You mean, you’ve liked me this entire time? And you knew I was gay?” I asked hesitantly. It wasn’t a secret, the last part at least.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick he's had since he was little. “I mean I wasn’t hundred percent sure, I thought maybe it was a one time thing or just happened occasionally. But as we got older, more specifically high school, I think that's when it hit me.” He sighed. “All I knew was that I wanted to be with you until my heart stopped racing.”

His eyes met mine. I’ve always hated when people didn’t see the beauty in brown eyes. They think they are dull and lifeless, only one hue but that's far from the truth. Mitch’s eyes had spots of gold and a slight tint of green, breathtaking to say the least.

“I mean it’s a shame we spent our high school years just as friends.” My hand went on top of his. “But I’d rather have you as my friend instead of losing you so I understand. But what about your dad? Will be okay with us dating-or well I assume we should-”

“I don’t care about his opinion of us. Plus we would be idiots not to date at this point. If he doesn’t accept. That's his loss not mine.” His gaze went to the sky where a firework exploded.

The colors lit up in the sky and we realized we got lucky as our cart stopped at the very top. It felt unreal to be sitting next to my best friend and now, boyfriend. There's always moments in your life that you feel like were meant to be. Maybe it's the career you chose or the person you marry. Milestones that are already set in stone and fate just happens to bring you together, all that stuff. And as I looked at him through heavy lashes I thought that maybe, just maybe, the stars aligned on this one.

That or I would have to admit that Butch is the king of romance, even though he did literally nothing today and this was all me. Either way, Mikey boy’s got a man.

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Jakou no Lyla - Trap of musk: European night

Come, look at me. In return, I'll show you the most wonderful dream.

Well, I'm supposed to study for an exam, I thought I'll only procrastinate & play for a litttle bit, but... Welcome to the newest hell I'm currently stuck in - Jakou no Lyla (人´ω｀*)♡

It is originally a 3 part PC otome game but has been ported to the Switch. This game is one out of 3 games from triAngle project, so... there is a Spy Ending where MC will be with both guys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Longer details under cut.

Part 1 European Night - Vince Lugan (seiyuu Taniyama Kishou, e.g. Amnesia Memories Ikki) on the left hand side of the above photo - Rolan Crydelle (seiyuu Tachibana Shinnosuke e.g. MidCin Louis) on the right hand side of the above photo, my 2nd fav

Part 2 Asian Night - Korei Rin (seiyuu Okitsu Kazuyuki, e.g. Brothers Conflict Masaomi) the white hair guy sniffing MC's shoulder in 1st photo, my fav :3 - Kirei Rin (seiyuu Sato Takuya) the black hair guy at top right corner in the 1st photo

Part 3 Arabian Night - Lizaru Shanasa (seiyuu Morikawa Toshiyuki, e.g. DL Carla) the tan-skin guy with a whip in 1st photo - Jemiru (seiyuu Murase Ayumu) the guy with upside-down net bra(?lol) over his eyes in 1st photo

The popular ranking (voted in Oct 2019) result is Lizaru (1), Jemiru (2), Kirei (3), Korei (4), Vince (5), Rolan (6).

Vince: ... I want you

MC uses her special tattoo to seduce Vince, it is working... kinda. But Vince is a tough cookie, he realizes something isn't right with himself, grasps his short sword and squeezes his right hand on the sharp blade in front of the speechless MC. He wants the pain to pull him away from the desire for MC.

V: Come in... Hey, turn this way. Look at me, Y...

During the Conference break, V saw MC talking with Rolan on the way to the market. He got very grumpy aweee. At the market, R fell down, MC helped R get up and her clothes got muddy too. When she returns to the palace, grumpy Vince saw her muddy clothes and told her to take a bath with him. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away, poor V :’(

Y: Rolan-sama, please sto..

The special tattoo doesn't last long so the salon master comes to the palace to help her refresh. I thought she only has one on her chest, but apparently there is one on her back too :/ She has to keep it uncovered for 2 hours to dry. R came by and accidentally was affected by the tattoo. He started touching and kissing her back. She knows she has to push him away but she doesn't want to because she already knows abt his tragic past. She’s afraid pushing him will hurt his feeling (I'll explain his past in his route summary). She tried very hard to grab the veil, cover her tattoo and R turned back to normal, frantically apologized to her.

R: You don't need to think about anything. Surrender everything to me...

MC (name is Shirien) is a dancer at show salon Kamal. Her parents were killed, the village was destroyed. The salon master took care of her and her best friend Aisha so she wants to do everything to repay him. The master also helped another kid (who arrived heavily injured) named Jermiru and asked MC to look after J as his older sister. MC and J works as secret spies for the master. MC has a special henna tattoo (made from teromeana mixed with medicine herbs) that can seduce men to the point they lose all reasoning. Then she uses a sleeping needle on them to make them sleep & dream that they are ichaicha-ing with her but in reality, she tries to find materials/info in their rooms for her spy mission. In addition, she collects blood of young healthy ‘excited' men to help research a cure for the salon master's sickness. The master also prohibits her to kiss the men targets because it can sway her heart (hence she pushed Vince away in the bath when he tried to kiss her).

In part 1 European night, her clients are Theo (Vince's best friend) and Rolan Crydelle. Her mission is to seduce Vince to find out the whereabout of Pamela - Rolan’s younger sister - who they think was kidnapped by Vince when V destroyed the Crydelle kingdom. Theo will pretend to lose the drinking game and gives MC to V as a winning trophy.

V is a tough cookie to crack though, he pays 100% attention on his country/work, doesn't want to waste any time with women. In his country Lugan, women are not allowed to speak unless they are given permission. This is because in their history, a king lost part of the territory bc he spent too much time on women. That territory becomes the Crydelle kingdom. In contrast, Crydelle is led/dominated by women, while men only stays inside the house and cannot go out unless given permission by women. Rolan is a shy and naive because he is indoors all his life, he cares deeply about his younger sister Pamela, he carries a doll that looks exactly like her.

I only know a little bit about V from the common route and his appearance in Rolan's route, but he isn't as cruel as the rumour says. The more time MC spends with him for her spy mission, she realizes he (and his touch on her) are gentle and kind. Everything he does is for the benefit of his country. He did destroy the Crydelle kingdom, killed the royal family (except Rolan who was living in a secret room) so other princes at the Conference sneer at Vince during the policy discussion. Personally, I think the choices Vince suggests are actually effective and to the point, not wasting time trying to be merciful. In Rolan's good end, he even helps Rolan save MC. He gives me the IkeSen Nobunaga and MLQC Victor's vibes.

The last Rolan photo above the cut is after the confrontation with Eleanor (who looks exactly like his sister Pamela but said she is not Pamela), R is very sad and ran to the old harem area to be alone. MC chased after him and tried to comfort him. He hugged her and started kissing near her chest, offered to make her feel good and begged her to not leave him (poor bb ;u;) MC stopped him, tried to calm him down asking him to tell her everything. In short, due to his past, R always wants to keep people happy, he thinks pleasing people is the only thing he can do to make his life has some values, the only way to keep people staying with him. MC told him none of these are true. Even after hearing his past, MC didn't look down on/feel disgusted abt him, and told him from now on, he will learn many other ways to make people happy. This makes him very happy, he asked to hug her for a bit longer ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡

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Tbh, when I first looked at the suitors, I thought I'd go with Vince, but oughhh Rolan stole my heart during the common route. I guess not likely many people will like Rolan (he actually ranks 6th out of 6 suitors, my poor bb ;u;). It’s okay, I luv Rolan. I love his character growth throughout the route, desperately trying to grow stronger to protect MC. And his yandere doll-carrying creepy vibe. His 2nd bad end broke my heart badly ~ like CxM Shiraishi's bad end 4 level of heartbreak（ｉДｉ）I will write his route summary after I (hopefully) pass my exam.

I enjoy this game much more than I expected: kisses sound yayyy (not DL’s level of kissing & blood sucking but enough to burn my ears huehue), nice arts and BGM (melancholy music to stab on my heart even more while reading bad ends, nice!). I prefer the bad ends, they are more haunting and memorable to me; good ends everything get solved quite easily, but overall the story is fine so far. I get completely sucked into this game and finished all 6 ends for Rolan and Korei in 4 days (what is sleep, what is exam :3) Normally I only play the routes of the guys I’m interested in then move on to next game, unless I want to collect PS Vita trophies and autoplay. But I have high hope that since this game can surprisingly change my favourite from Rolan to Korei (still very close, I luv both of them lotsss) from the route story, I should read everybody’s routes properly and see who my favourite are in the end. My 2020 otome game year is off to a wonderful start already ahhh~ (*´╰╯`๓)♬

#jakou no lyla #trap of musk #vince lugan #rolan crydelle #kouei116 translation #kouei116 nintendoswitch

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winryofresembool · 4 years ago

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 6

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso gets a makeover.

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Annabeth, Piper, Leo

Words: 3233 (a long one :O)

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / next chapter / AO3

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“So, Greek is your native language? That’s so cool!” Annabeth exclaimed as she and Calypso were on their way to a nearby mall to purchase new things for the new semester. “I’ve been trying to learn Ancient Greek just for fun but it’s harder than you’d think, I’m not very good yet.”

“Yeah,” Calypso nodded understandingly. “I’ve been living here since I was about 10 so I’d like to think that my English is fine now – apart from the accent – but it took me half a year to actually start speaking English in the class when I started school here… And I was homeschooled during my high school years so it was hard to maintain the language skills. It’s nice to be able to communicate with other students face to face now,” Calypso said with a sad undertone that Annabeth didn’t miss.

“You were homeschooled?” she asked with surprise. “Any special reason for that?”

Calypso didn’t know what to answer to that. The truth was very hurtful and she hadn’t ever told anyone about it, much less someone she had known less than a week. That’s why she tried to smooth it out as much as she could when she answered: “Um… My father seemed to think it was a safer option than going to a public school.” She shrugged. Annabeth didn’t ask more questions, probably thinking that her answer seemed acceptable.

“Makes sense. I’ve done a lot of studying at home too, mostly because I have ADHD and dyslexia so learning isn’t as easy to me as it is to some.” That information surprised Calypso.

“But… Sorry for the assumption but to me you seem like the type who always wants to be on the top of her class.”

“You guessed right.” Annabeth smiled. “But it hasn’t been an easy road. I have had to try a lot of learning methods before I finally found some that worked for me and made it easier for me to focus. Luckily these days there are a lot of audiobooks and other options for dyslexic learners so… it’s not so bad.”

“Right,” Calypso said. The conversation ended because they had finally arrived at their destination. Calypso had brought very little with her into her new home - just the most essential clothes and other everyday items - so there was plenty she needed. However, she also needed to figure out where to get more money once she was done with the shopping. She had some savings on her bank account thanks to helping her dad with his business (mainly stuff like paying bills and writing emails on his behalf) and because a dead relative had left her some money in her will, but those would only last for a couple of months. She had considered her options and one of them was opening an online shop where she’d sell things she’d herself made, from clothes (she was pretty handy with both knitting and sewing) to decorative objects such as jewellery and ceramic pots. The issue with the latter option was that she had no place to make them; the room she currently had was too small and Leo probably wouldn’t be thrilled if she turned their common area into a workshop.

“So,” she turned to Annabeth as they were checking a display at a bookstore. “This might be a bit of a random question, but do you have to work to pay for your studies?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Annabeth answered. “My dad would have helped but we’ve never been that close and I don’t feel it’s fair so I give children art classes and sometimes tutor them in various subjects. It also helps that I live together with my boyfriend so we can split our bills…”

“You said earlier that he’s a swimmer, right?” Calypso remembered from their earlier conversation. “I used to know one who I think is pretty good these days. But I haven’t kept in touch with him for a couple of years.”

“Oh? What’s his name?” Annabeth inquired. “I might know him?”

Calypso was about to answer when she suddenly spotted a couple of people she knew in the crowd outside the bookstore. She inhaled sharply and pulled Annabeth farther from that direction, hiding behind her.

“No, no… that can’t be… how would they know…” she muttered to herself.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth asked, trying to see what had caused Calypso’s reaction.

“I… just saw some people I don’t want to find me. It’s a long story. But we should go.” Calypso said as quietly as she could, nodding towards the entrance of the mall.

“But we just came here…”

“I’m sorry!” Calypso bit her lip. “I really don’t want him to see me. We can go to some other place.”

“Fine,” Annabeth agreed, still glancing to the direction where the mysterious person had been. “There’s another shopping center nearby.”

Once they were safely outside, she asked: “What was that about?”

“I wish I could tell you but I don’t want you to get involved in this mess…” Calypso said, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “But this is bad, they might have a clue I’m here… I don’t know what they’d do if…”

“You don’t make any sense now,” Annabeth noted bluntly. “But OK, someone is looking for you and you don’t want them to find you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but you can trust me. I’ll help you out if you need it.”

“Thanks,” Calypso said gratefully. “Right now, the farther I am from those people, the better.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” the blonde girl tugged on her sleeve and started running like a little child. “Let’s go!” she said, smiling as she ran farther from Calypso, and she couldn’t help but follow her.

…

In another shopping center Calypso spotted a hair salon, which gave her an idea. She figured that if she looked different than before escaping her childhood home, the men who worked for her father would have a harder time recognizing her. That meant a new haircut, new clothes, and possibly different kinds of make-up too. She didn’t usually use a lot of products on her face – mascara and lipgloss were her go-to make-up items – but maybe Annabeth would be able to help her with that.

“I… should probably use my money on more important things, but do you happen to know anyone who’d be willing to give me a haircut? And maybe even help with dyeing it?” Calypso asked while looking at the ads on the wall of the hair salon.

“You want to cut it?” Annabeth eyed her long, caramel colored hair that had been braided. “I thought it looks so pretty now.”

Calypso mumbled something about wanting to start kind of from a clean slate in a new place, not wanting to go too deep into her reasons.

“I understand.” The other girl nodded. “As for your question, yes, I happen to know just the person! My friend Piper McLean is quite experienced in that field because one of her sisters is a hairdresser and she taught Piper to cut her hair. She’s helped me sometimes too!”

“Piper?” The name reminded Calypso of something. Then she realized that she had heard Leo mention a girl named Piper the other day. “That is not a very common name here, is it? I mean, I think my flatmate knows someone called Piper too…”

“Now that you mention it, I think it might indeed be the same Piper,” Annabeth realized. “She does talk about Leo sometimes; apparently they are good friends. Somehow I’ve yet to meet him, though.” Calypso from a couple of days ago might have said that Annabeth really hasn’t missed much, but something had changed after the conversation with him the other day. She no longer felt annoyed simply by the mention of his name, and even though she didn’t really want to admit it, there was a part of her that wanted to know more about him. Something bad, apparently related to fire, had happened in his past that he kept inside him, and when Calypso thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel for him… She too had lost a lot. But then she shook her head because now was not the time to get stuck in her past.

“Maybe you will meet him if you come to our flat at some point; he’s home working a lot,” she answered instead.

“Maybe!” Annabeth said enthusiastically. “I’d like to know what all the fuss is about because somehow I seem to have a lot of connections towards him. First my boyfriend, then Piper, and now you too.”

“Small world, huh?” Calypso smiled. Annabeth agreed and after they paid for their purchases she proceeded to call Piper to ask if she’d be willing to help a friend out. Piper had nothing against that. They decided to meet up at Leo and Calypso’s flat in a few hours because it was closer to their current whereabouts than Annabeth and Piper’s homes.

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About two hours later, Calypso’s wallet was notably lighter, but she had gotten herself a new, pink everyday dress, a jacket, shoes that matched the dress, a light blue shirt, some make-up products (for which she had had to ask the shop assistant’s help) and henna hair dye. She had debated on her color options for a good while, but ended up on the orange-ish because it wasn’t too far from her own hair color (she didn’t want too radical changes when she was dying her hair for the first time) and she also liked using natural, organic products when possible.

“Thanks for coming with me!” Calypso told Annabeth happily when they were finally back at her flat. “You were a big help.”

“No big deal,” Annabeth said back. “I’m always happy to help a friend. Not that you needed it a lot.”

“I meant more than just shopping wise,” Calypso said, looking down at her feet. “I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had been alone when…”

Annabeth understood she was referring to the strangers who had frightened her.

“You still don’t want to talk about that?” she asked carefully.

“I’d rather not,” Calypso shook her head. “It’s… a part of my life that I’m trying to leave behind me.”

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “Can I ask you one question, though? You know those guys and they know you? And they’re searching for you?”

“I… I don’t know what they were really doing here. It could have been a total coincidence. I mean, only you knew we were going to be at that mall so it feels impossible that they would have known…” Calypso rubbed her forehead tiredly.

“You’re not trying to run away from the police or anything? Sorry, I just had to ask.”

“No, no!” Calypso lifted her hands in front of her defensively. “They are from my dad’s company… it’s complicated.”

That was Annabeth’s cue to stop asking more questions. She figured that Calypso would tell her with time if she let it be. The atmosphere started getting a bit awkward so both of the girls were relieved when Annabeth’s phone rang and Piper announced she was waiting at the front door. Calypso let her in.

“So you’re the famous Calypso!” she exclaimed the moment she saw her.

“Famous?” Calypso asked, her eyebrows raising.

“I just meant that Leo has talked quite a lot about you,” she grinned cheekily. Calypso couldn’t help but notice that the girl was very pretty, with mysterious multicolored eyes and brown hair that suited her even though it was cut unevenly. She secretly hoped that she had made it look like that on purpose and it didn’t show her real hair cutting skills.

“He has?” Calypso asked. “I bet he’s said nothing good about me…”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Piper replied, “he may seem a bit rude on the surface but I promise that he’s actually much nicer than what he looks like. Just awkward around new people. So, no, he hasn’t said anything that would make me hate you.”

“That’s a relief, especially since you’re supposed to use the scissors near me soon,” Calypso attempted to joke and to her relief Piper laughed at it.

“Anyways, as I’m sure you already know, I’m Piper.” She shook Calypso’s hand. “I hope you don’t mind me coming into your flat even though we are just meeting right now.”

“Oh, no problem!” Calypso reassured her. “I trust Annabeth’s judgement on friends.”

“Not Leo’s, though?” The corner of Piper’s mouth raised with amusement.

“Uh…” Calypso rubbed her neck. “We’ve had a slightly weird start but I think we have made a bit of progress in the past few days, though.”

“So he has talked to you like he promised?” Piper asked.

“Well, however you take it. The fire alarm started acting up yesterday and he fixed it. And I did learn some new things about him meanwhile,” Calypso confessed.

“Such as?”

“Either he’s really afraid of the voice of the fire alarm… or then the thing that causes it,” Calypso said vaguely, trying to see from Piper’s reaction if she knew something she didn’t.

“His home burned when he was a child,” Piper revealed. “He was only 8. It was pretty traumatizing for him so you’d probably do well if you didn’t ask about it. He’ll tell you more when he’s ready.”

Calypso could relate to that feeling because she had literally only moments before told Annabeth that she wasn’t ready to talk about her background.

“He mentioned something about a fire the other day but he was pretty vague about it… But anyway, that explains why he wasn’t thrilled when I was going to use the matches…” Calypso noted and the other two hummed in agreement. To lighten the mood, Piper decided to change the subject:

“Anyway, I believe I came here for a makeover, so maybe we should get started!” she said happily, gesturing towards the items she brought.

…

A couple of hours later, Piper had performed her magic and Calypso looked almost like a different person. Her hair, which used to reach her bottom, was now shoulder length and orange-ish instead of caramel blonde. Piper would have agreed to cut a fringe as well, but Calypso refused. The brunette was also a rather skilled make-up artist (she didn’t wear a lot of make-up herself, but her mother was extremely enthusiastic about all things beauty related and had taught her from a young age. Piper claimed she’d be proud if she saw her now) and she taught Calypso some simple tricks to do her everyday make-up. Turned out she didn’t need much: her skin was naturally smooth and her eyelashes long and dark. To complete the look, Calypso put on her new dress, and the other two girls cheered when she showed them it.

“I’d say mission successful!” Piper exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Even my mom would approve.”

“You think so?” Calypso asked shyly, still trying to get used to her new look.

“Definitely,” Annabeth agreed as well.

“Can I offer you something as a thanks?” Calypso suggested. “Coffee? Tea? Juice? I think I have some pie left from the other day as well unless Leo has stolen it…”

“Tea sounds good,” Piper nodded approvingly and the girls moved into the common area.

“Leo doesn’t seem to be home?” she asked Calypso when she started boiling the tea water. “And here I thought he’s always here building something.”

“I think he mentioned something about a sparring session…” Calypso shrugged. “I didn’t ask more about that.”

“Oh yeah, sometimes he and Jason and a couple of other friends do that but I know Jason wasn’t going to go anywhere today, he has a deadline for an assignment…”

The girls were still wondering the mystery of Leo’s whereabouts when keys started clinging by the front door and soon it opened. A smile spread on Leo’s face when he recognized Piper who sat on the kitchen counter.

“Speaking of the devil, there he is,” the brunette stated before Leo had time to say anything, making the boy confused.

“Pipes, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I was with Calypso and Annabeth, duh,” she answered, gesturing at the two girls that Leo hadn’t noticed until that moment.

“I didn’t know you knew Calypso,” Leo stated before turning his attention properly to the two other girls. First he nodded at Annabeth who was sitting by the dining table and started introducing himself: “Hi, I’m Le...wow”

“What?” Annabeth snorted but didn’t get a reply because Leo had finally noticed that his flatmate looked very different from before. In a good way.

Calypso was frozen in her spot with a teapot in her hand, blushing when she felt Leo’s stare at her. But Leo didn’t notice that. He noticed how the make-up brought out her almond shaped eyes (Leo wondered how he had never noticed before that they were so dark brown that they almost looked black), how the dress she was wearing reminded him of one his mom had worn often during the holidays, and how the short hair curled cutely from the ends, tickling her jaw a bit. If he was honest with himself (which he tried hard not to be), he had previously thought she couldn’t possibly be prettier than she already was, but clearly he had been proven wrong. He had to bite his lip to not curse out loud (because he would NOT have a crush on his flatmate).

“Well? What do you think?” Piper asked when the silence that had fallen into the room was about to get awkward. “We had a small makeover here.”

“I… uh… she looks… good?” Leo stammered, feeling the heat rise all the way to his ears. In reality, he had to gather all his willpower to stop himself from using all the extravagant words he often used to describe his work (usually as a joke). Because he did like what he saw, he couldn’t deny that no matter what.

“Good? Calypso, his ears say otherwise. I’ve never seen them that red.” Piper teased.

“Shut it, Beauty Queen. “ Leo mustered the most burning expression he was capable of making.

Piper didn’t care. “Just so you know, Calypso, he’s used that name as a joke since we learned to know each other, so don’t think that he thinks of me that way. I have a boyfriend.” Calypso smiled at her awkwardly.

“Yeah, and sometimes I don’t get why Jason stands you. Estas loca.” Leo shook his head before withdrawing into his own room.

“Aww, he goes for Spanish when he’s nervous, Cal. I think you really made quite an impression,” Piper laughed, not caring about Leo’s reaction.

“Was that necessary, though?” Calypso asked, feeling almost as flustered as Leo a moment before.

“Don’t worry about it. We just like to make fun of him.” Piper shrugged. “He won’t be mad long.”

“But…” Calypso started, not knowing what to make of Leo’s reaction. Had he really liked her new look? Why had he gotten so flustered? Finally, she decided she must have been overthinking it. “Uh, never mind. Anyway, thanks for the help, Piper. What do I owe you for this?”

“Nothing. But please invite me over more often. I think we are gonna have fun together!”

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au #let me know what you think!

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maidenof-thesea · 5 years ago

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Snakes & Butterflies | Part VII

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (in the future)

Words: 3.2k

Warning: minor swearing

Note: Part 7 is here! I hope you enjoy. I have decided to add a lot more fluff and a just a little pinch of drama. I love you guys !!

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

Once we separated Jimin from Taehyung, the adventure to the museums commenced. I decided to leave my Jeep and opted to ride with the guys, since they had such a big car. Jin wanted to drive there but I decided to drive since I was more familiar with LA traffic. Jungkook was my navigator, so he had to sit in the middle, right next to me, much to Jimin’s disappointment.

Once we were on the highway, Taehyung started to play music and the car became a karaoke party. After hearing Namjoon and Yoongi rap to Eminem’s Lose Yourself, I was convinced that they were not human. I mean, I knew Jungkook had a beautiful voice but I never imagined that all of them were so talented. Taehyung’s vocals were husky, yet rough that made it sound warm and soulful. Jin’s were very even and yet sweet sounding. I could tell from how Hobi was vibrating in his seat that he was full of passion, if I remember correctly, Jungkook did mention that he was dance major and he specified in hip hop. I had yet to hear Jimin’s voice, which had me a bit excited. Once Charlie Puth’s ‘We don’t talk anymore’ I was not disappointed.

“We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do” Jimin sang. “We don’t love anymore. What was all of it for?”

His voice was what I would describe as heavenly. It was very sweet and crisp and combined with Jungkook’s soft and smooth vocals, I may have been the first person to thank God for LA traffic because I’m sure I would have crashed. To my surprise, I looked in the rear view mirror, and I was attacked by Jimin’s intense stare, as if he had already been staring at me as he sang. I quickly averted my gaze back to the road and put both hands on the wheel, even though the traffic was so bad that we hadn’t even moved an inch for the last five minutes. I gulped my nonexistent saliva, and I realized that my throat was really dry. I should have brought water. I risked another glance at Jimin, and he was still staring at me, but this time with a smirk. I quickly rolled down my window and prayed that there was some wind. The audacity.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said from behind me. “You’re next. What song do you want to sing?”

“I-I” I stuttered. I tend not to listen to music since most songs portray love but I was definitely not gonna be singing some club banger.

“Noona,” Jungkook said. “You liked that one song by Ariana Grande that I showed you. You should sing that one.”

“Are you insane?” I spluttered. “I would butcher that song.”

And they all started to chant my name and I quickly rolled up the window since some of the other drivers were giving me weird looks.

“OK!” I exclaimed with a slight eye roll and the buys erupted in cheers. “Play Breathin’ by Ariana, Taetae.”

“Coming right up,” Taehyung said.

“I actually have never heard it before,” Yoongi said with Hobi nodding in agreement.

The music began and almost immediately I began to sing.

Jungkook

I bopped my head along to the beginning of the song as Noona started to sing and the car was real quiet. Too quiet and her voice wavered a bit from what I reckon was nerves. So in order to help her relax, I started humming along.

“Sometimes it’s hard to find,” Noona sang now, getting in rhythm and swaying back and forth with me, “Find my way up into the clouds. Tune it out, they can be so loud. You remind me of a time when things weren’t so complicated. All I need is to see your face.”

Once the song ended, Noona’s face was flushed from embarrassment but erupted into her signature smile as the hyungs cheered and complimented her.

“Liars.” she started pouting with a small smile, but I could tell she felt a bit proud. “You guys sound like angels and over here I sound like a dying whale.”

“I like your voice Noona,” I said automatically and she turned and gave me a grateful smile but she nervously looked into the rearview mirror and back to the road. Traffic was starting to move and she focused on driving. For some reason the back of my neck was feeling real hot.

“You are a brave boy Jungkook,” Namjoon whispered from the passenger seat next to me. “But let’s not test Jimin’s patience anymore okay?”

“Yes hyung,” I said with a gulp, remembering the punch Jimin gave Taehyung earlier.

“We’re almost there!” Y/N said in excitement and the boys sighed in relief, even though the SUV was big, it was slightly uncomfortable for eight fully grown adults. Once Noona paid for the parking, in spite of Jin’s insistence to pay, we were finally off and exploring. We relatively kept together as a group as we explored the museums, which were all conveniently within the same area. One of the museums had a German history exhibition, much to Namjoon hyung’s delight. Him and Noona stayed behind to look at more historical artifacts and photos.

Jin hyung had dragged all of us outside to take selcas and Yoongi and Hobi hyung were heading to another exhibit on the opposite side, which looked like an indoor garden. Jimin sort of lingered outside of the group, almost as if he wanted to go back inside.

“Hyung,” I whispered to him and he hummed in response, not really paying attention. “Just go back inside, Namjoon hyung may get lost, and Noona will panic, you know her.”

“Should I?” He said even though he was already taking a step towards the building. “Does she really panic like that still?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “If anything she’s gotten worse.”

Jimin then took off without replying and I couldn’t help but smile and feel relieved. A big arm wrapped around my shoulder and Jin hyung sighed from between me and Taehyung.

“Always needing encouragement,” Jin said with a hint of endearment. “It’s the first time I’ve seen him act this way towards a girl..I never thought I would actually ever witness it.”

“He deserves it,” Taehyung said with a small sad smile.

“They both do.” I said with a twinge of an unfamiliar emotion in my chest.

I noticed that Namjoon had a tendency to wander off in curiosity, since it had already been twice that I lost track of him. I was incredibly thankful for his height, otherwise I would have had a full on panic attack at being left alone in a room full of people I don’t know. I kept hold of the sleeve on his hoodie, just in case though but he didn’t really seem to notice. We were both currently looking at a photograph of a statue of a leopard carrying a child, when a small statue caught my eye. I looked at Namjoon and he was still reading the facts about the photograph. With a slight sigh, I released his sleeve and made my way to the small secluded statue that no one paid attention to.

It was a replica of a gravestone found in Germany in the 1850’s. It was of a butterfly and a snake. The snake was devouring its own tail, while the butterfly was in the center. The butterfly reminded me of my own drawings from when I was a little girl. I lightly traced the henna tattoo and I let my mind wander back to my dream. I haven’t had any dreams lately, to my disappointment.

Don’t cry too much

I wonder what Cassandra meant by that. I shrugged, I had been a tad bit more sensitive lately but I figured my cycle was due. I look back at the statue one more time and this time I focus on the snake devouring its own tail.

“I’m jealous,” Jungkook said with a sigh. “Your Mark is so cool! The snake looks so real!”

“I like yours Jungkook,” another voice said. “It suits you, you are like a hawk: quick and agile.”

“But I like Y/N’s the best,” the voice continued. And I felt a warm pressure on my hand. Almost as if someone had squeezed my hand. “Monarch butterflies are really pretty.”

When I looked up at the voice, the sun was too bright for me to make out the person. I looked back down squinting from the sting of the sun.

“You’re home now Noona,” Jungkook said with a teasing tone. I felt my eyes water slightly. “Don’t cry Noona I was only joking!”

“Jungkook,” the voice said sternly and I was quickly enveloped in a hug. “You didn’t have to come, I could have walked her by myself.”

“I was only joking Jiminie!” Jungkook whined. “I’m sorry Y/N!”

“Jimin,” I said wrapping my arms around him. Not really wanting to let go.

“Yes?”

“Jimin,” I repeated once more, hugging him even tighter.

“Are you okay?”

And I was startled, almost as if I had fallen asleep.

“I’m sorry,” a familiar voice said, as big hands steadied me. “I was talking to you earlier but you seemed lost in thought, Y/N are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, regaining my surroundings. “I must have dozed off in a daydream. Wait..”

“Minho?” I asked once I recognized the man in front of me. And I was right. Minho was in front of me and he chuckled at my expression.

“You really were dozing off,” he chuckled once more. “As I was saying, you never gave me a call...I was wond-”

“Y/N?” Namjoon sighed in relief, he was panting and his glasses were askew. “Where have you been? Jimin and I have looked all over the place-wait I need to call him before-”

“Ladies and gentlemen sorry for the announcement but we have a missing child: her name is Y/N L/N. She is wearing a black V neck shirt with a jean skirt. She has long black hair-”

Before I could hear the rest I covered my ears in horror, while Namjoon scrambled through his pockets. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life. Not even my mother would have dared-

“Jimin!” Namjoon said into his phone. The rest of the conversation was in Korean and Minho chucked a bit.

“Wow,” He said as we both heard a pair of running footsteps. Before I knew it, I was wrapped in familiar arms and Jimin’s chest was constricting with exertion against my cheek.

“Jimin,” I said as best as I could. “I’m-”

And he spins me around inspecting me and then his hands are on my cheeks.

“Why did you go off by yourself?” He said his eyebrows scrunched in worry. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“Aren’t you twenty four, Y/N?” Minho said in amusement. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment. Jimin’s eyes hardened, and he took my hand in his and took a step in front of me, almost blocking me from Minho’s view. “Didn’t know you were a child, almost foo-”

“I’m sorry but who are you?” Namjoon said before Jimin could. He was now fixing his glasses and straightening his coat. He had his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“He’s an acquaintance of mine,” I said side stepping around Jimin, who tried pulling me back behind him. “It’s okay, his name is Minho Lee.”

“Nice to meet you,” Minho said bowing. “You guys are Korean as well right? I’ll speak comfortably if that’s okay?”

“Aren’t you already speaking comfortably?” Jimin said, his tone brazen, causing Minho’s smile to falter and his gaze darted to our clasped hands. I felt my face turn even more red and I tried to tug my hand but Jimin only squeezed more. “Keep still.” He whispered.

“How do you guys know each other?” Minho asked, his eyes held a hint of amusement.

“I’m actually their host-”

“We’re friends,” Jimin answered. “Since we were children.”

“But we’re actually staying where she works,” Namjoon clarifies. “An Airbnb.”

“Did you quit your job at the hotel Y/N?” Minho asked. “Did you quit the same day you saw me there?”

My eyes widened at that, and Jimin quickly glanced at me with a question in his eyes. I had forgotten to mention that I worked at a hotel as a part time outside of the summer.

“It’s a long story,” I sighed, pushing my hair back with my free hand.“I’ll give you a call soon to plan a meeting with you Professor Lee.”

“But-”

“You’re a professor?” Namjoon said with a surprised tone. “You seem young..”

“Ah,” Minho laughs. “Yes, I just started lectures at Y/N’s university. We’re both from the Anthropology department.”

That piqued Namjoon’s interest and before me and Jimin could even stop him, Namjoon’s curiosity got the best of him.

“What do you specify in?” Namjoon asked with his head inclined. Jimin quietly sighed and he wasn’t alone there, I was always open to hearing Namjoon rant and answer questions but I didn’t really have patience for it right now.

“Origins of the Nethanderals,” Minho replies. Almost immediately Jimin and Namjoon stiffened. I hummed in confusion and Jimin shook his head. His phone vibrated and he quickly whispered in Namjoon’s ear. Namjoon nodded as well.

“Well,” Namjoon says, extending his hand to Minho. “I would love to hear all about it sometime Professor Lee but we really must get going, the rest of our group is looking for us.”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Minho says smiling as he shakes Namjoon’s hand. “Do you perhaps have a moment Y/N?”

“She actually can’t,” Jimin replies before I even open my mouth. “She brought us here, and she’s showing us around so-”

“It will only be a minute,” I said with a hint of annoyance. Before Jimin could protest, I managed to pull my hand free. I lead Minho towards a secluded section, missing the way he shrugged at Jimin, who took a step in his direction but was held back by Namjoon.

“Okay,” I sighed. “When are you free so we can chat?”

“Your friend is funny.” Minho said with a hint of mischief.

“I’m not here to talk about Jimin,” I said rolling my eyes. “So if you have nothing to say I can go?”

“Wait!” Minho says attempting to grasp my arm but I crossed my arms. I was honestly annoyed with these guys trying to manhandle me. “I was just joking. I’m free whenever after the morning.”

“Well I’m having a barbecue tonight if you want to come?”

“Will that be alright with your guests?”

“It should be,” I shrugged. “You can talk to me about your research then.”

“Do they know about your?” He asked, gesturing to my arm.

“No,” I sighed with frustration, only Jungkook knew. “How about after, the barbecue shouldn’t take too long?”

“That’s fine.” He said, sounding a bit pleased. “It’s a date.” He said that last part a bit loud and I turned around to glare at him.

“Or not.” He shrugged. “It’s not a date.”

“I’ll meet you at the hotel around 8.”

“Bye!”

And I walked back to Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was reading the facts on the statue of the snake and butterfly, while Jimin was staring at me intensely.

“Jimin,” I sighed was I was in his proximity. “I’m not a child anymore, you didn’t have to make an announcement.”

“Oh excuse me,” Jimin said with an brazen tone once more, causing my eyebrow to arch. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your reunion.”

“Jimin, I-”

“Never mind,” Jimin sighs. “Hobi hyung wants to have lunch.”

And he left me and Namjoon standing there. Me more in shock and Namjoon scratching his head. I look at Namjoon for an explanation.

“We were worried, Y/N,” He says sighing. “With what’s been going on lately how could we not?”

“I understand that,” I sighed in defeat. “But he seems upset for another reason.”

“Well that guy was a bit weird,” Namjoon mutters. “He didn’t know how to take a hint.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says smiling. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

Namjoon

“What the hell happened?” Jungkook whispered to me as Jin was showing me all the pictures he took. I sighed as I looked at what he was talking about. Jimin and Y/N were both sitting next to each other but facing the opposite direction, not even acknowledging one another. But it was funny how the maknae line still managed to get them to sit next to one another.

“He sort of asked the museum to make a missing child announcement.” I whispered back, causing Jimin to roll his eyes. “It was embarrassing.”

“What?” Taehyung and Jungkook both said.

“Why didn’t he just call her?” Jungkook whispered.

“Not all of us have her number,” I reminded Jungkook.

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung said, pulling out his phone. “We have a group chat.”

He was right. The group chat was on kakaotalk and already there were several messages.

“Taehyung,” Y/N said with a confused expression. “What’s this app, it’s all in Hangul? Wait, my whole phone is in Hangul?”

“Oh!” Taehyung laughed. “Sorry I still have trouble with English! I’ll fix it for you!”

Taehyung reaches for her phone but Jimin quickly grabs it.

“Hey!” Y/N whined, but Jimin just gives her a pointed look and she blushes. “Oh thanks..”

“You forgot to add me to the chat Taehyung…” Jimin muttered in annoyance. “But he added you Namjoon…”

“Really?” I said surprised. “I actually haven’t heard anything..oh it’s on silent.”

I did a derp face while everyone but Jimin laughed. He rolled his eyes and handed Y/N’s phone back. After lunch, we went to other museums and this time we made sure to stay together, which pretty much meant we went through everything fairly quickly, to my disappointment. There was one garden or a greenhouse that we all did not want to leave though.

“Y/N!” Hobi exclaimed with excitement. “You’re gonna love this place, me and Yoongi loved it!”

Jimin

Hopi started to lead Y/N to this greenhouse that seemed to be packed with people. I felt myself get a bit nervous by the crowd so I decided to keep a close watch on her. Once we had entered, Hobi had covered Y/N’s eyes, who pouted and I opened my mouth but Yoongi hyung shushed me.

“Wow…” Y/N said once Hobi let go. And wow was right. What must have been a trillion monarch butterflies flew just about everywhere. Some landing on people’s faces, shoulders and hands. The others had walked further in, leaving me and Y/N to stare in awe. I cupped my hands and sure enough a butterfly landed on my hands. She squeals in joy and does the same, but a butterfly lands on her Mark. Her sword Mark was bleak compared to the butterfly. I couldn’t help but wonder, how her Mark looked. Did it look like mine? Was it cracked and broken as well? Did she have it removed and got a tattoo of a sword. I wasn’t quite sure. I look back at her face and her smile was gone and her eyes shined with unshed tears. She stared at the butterfly that had yet to fly away.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Jimin,” Y/N said. “I remember.”

“Remember what?” I asked. My whole body was on alert and I could feel my blood ringing in my ears. She looks up at me and a tear fell, I go to wipe it but she catches my hand.

“I remember you,” She says and I felt my heart drop.

Shouldn’t I be happy?

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#jimin #bts #bangtan boys #park jimin #jimin x reader #reader insert #soulmate au #bts soulmate au #soulmate!au #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #my work #hoseok x yoongi #jungkook

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inquisitor-julia · 4 years ago

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I mentioned that I had talked A LOT about Wren in a Discord I’m part of so I’m making a masterpost of everything so far! This includes information about Wren, her sister, her alternate LI, and her relationship with Solas as well as aesthetics, playlists, etc. Under the cut because it’s a lot of Wrenformation

I’m hilarious

Special thanks to @noire-pandora @kita-lavellan @eluvilavellan @inquisitor-veowyn @mik-arts @jespers for asking me so much about my girl Wren and for keeping me sane through this whole quarantine thing! Love you all so much!! <3

Part 1: About Wren Wren Development in da:i

Wren is....very sheltered so there's just A LOT that she has to come to terms with in da:i, things she's heard about but never really seen until inquisition and that's on purpose on the part of her clan, they always think she's too weak to handle the worst parts of the world, that her frail shoulders couldn't take the weight. Maybe under different circumstances they'd have been right but her time with the inquisition FORCES her to grow....she's still the little sheltered healer from the dalish for the most part but by the end she can also make the hard decisions and such

In the Fade at Adamant, what does her gravestone say?

Abandonment; Wren has always felt like a burden to her clan because of her frailty and when she was a child she was almost sent away to another clan because she was a mage, if not for the intervention of her older sister Lyre she would not have been able to stay with clan Lavellan. She's been afraid of people deserting her because she's not strong ever since.

Tea soon? (Does she like tea/ Her reaction to receiving the birthday card?)

Wren loves tea! Her mom was the clan's herbalist so Wren knows a lot about which herbs can be used for which ailments and which teas to make using some of those herbs, and she can make an amazing cup of tea. Solas still isn't fond of it but it's the only tea you're likely to see him suffer through drinking. Her reaction to the card is covered in my fic i'm writing for her and is (tn spoilers) that she has a panic attack thinking that charter is in danger but then goes to save charter. Wren is also determined to make a cup of tea that even solas enjoys one day.

How do the fearlings appear to her in the fade?

hmmm her deepest fear is abandonment or that she's a burden because she's weak so her fears would probably be faceless elves with the voices of her loved ones calling her useless or telling her that if she didn't have her sister to hide behind she'd be nothing.

"Your family tried to get rid of you, they knew you were weak." "Scared little girl, what makes you think someone so frail can change anything." "Kindness to cover weakness, you are nothing but a facade to hide your fear." "He will abandon you, little bird, a burden discarded, unneeded, unwanted."

Has she encountered any racism/sexism during her time in the Inquisiton?

Wren has encountered racism during her time in the Inquisition, especially during the ball at the winter palace. It's quite a shock for her because she's been so sheltered and never had to deal with such things before. Sexism is a less prominent issue because most people are more offended by her ears and vallaslin than anything else.

How would your OC want to be remembered?

I don't know that it matters to Wren that she's remembered at all, just that she helped even if no one remembers who she was. At one point Cole says "It doesn't matter that they don't remember, what matters is we helped." or something like that and that's pretty much how I think Wren views things. She's a healer by nature and by trade, if she can make someone's life easier even for the briefest moment that's enough of an impact for her. How she doesn't want to be remembered though, is a different story entirely. Being Inquisitor brings her so much worry that she's using her people, that in their last breaths they'll curse her or worse praise her. She would rather not be remembered than be known as someone who hid behind a war table and sent legions to die for her cause. As far as her reputation she fears nothing more than the blood that her position forced onto her hands being what stains her name in the tales of history

If your OC was a spirit, what kind of spirit would they be?

Wren would be some kind of spirit akin to "the matchmaker" that Solas talks about. A subtle and shy spirit that would steer people gently toward things that would bring them happiness, but not necessarily compassion like Cole. something closer to contentment than compassion.

What kind of (spirit)/demon would they turn into?

hmm ok well I still think something like a spirit of contentment would be Wren but as for demon....if her spirit form is her guiding people to happiness i think her demon form would be something like...obsession with the happiness of others? like care-taking but smothering, don't leave me behind, clinging, cloying, suffocating. I think that's a kind of fear demon. It reflects her fear of abandonment and twists her good heart into something that could bring harm. Or at least that's my current thought.

Do they drink/smoke? Are they a party animal or tend to stay in their quarters?

she doesn't usually drink or at least not much, and not anything strong, she doesn't really love the feeling of being drunk, it dulls her senses and she's a person who needs to be connected to the little sensations and events around her at all times to be happy. The world is a little tapestry to her and if a drink blocks out some of that she doesn't want it. The only time she drinks is in cold places like Emprise du Lion, when she's got a lot of anxiety and drinks a small amount to calm down, or that one time she drank with bull and ended up sloshed and Solas had to take care of her that night and the next day and she never speaks of it because it's embarrassing. On the whole though she doesn't like alcohol because it's bitter, if she drinks it's going to be something sweet other than that time with bull that we DO NOT talk about. Wren doesn't smoke and she's not a party animal BUT she also doesn't spend too much time in her quarters. She wants to take care of people and usually she's off doing that and exhausting herself and has to be dragged back to her quarters and made to sleep by Solas or Lyre. She spends most of her alone time in whatever the highest possible location is nearby, she loves heights and she'll climb up to ridiculous heights just to find a quiet spot to read

Why did they choose their vallaslin?(colour?) If they romanced Solas, did they choose to remove it? Why (not)?

She chose her vallaslin because she wanted to give herself something to aspire to, a protector instead of the one protected. She was to become the Keeper and she wanted to be someone who could keep her clan safe. Her vallaslin are red because no ink could be placed under her extremely sensitive skin, only her own blood, magically enhanced to stay bright red. The color fades as the magic does though and after the first application her vallaslin have to be reapplied using a dye (like henna but stronger). They appear white like a scar if this is not done. She does have Solas remove them because of what they mean, and because she's already a protector, her aspiration has been achieved (if only she knew how much more she would have to protect in the future) and she was never fond of her vallaslin anyway. She always felt guilty about having herself marked as an adult while her older sister would never be.

Do they have any pets? If not, would they want one?

Wren does not have any pets besides her horse in da:i because animals and Wren traditionally do not get along. Not that she doesn't try to get along with them just that they tend to shy away from her. Getting the token of the packmaster and having wolves follow her around and let her pet them? Highlight of Wren's life. She would love to have a pet but finding a horse willing to carry her around thedas was hard enough, finding a pet that would actually be affectionate would be next to impossible....but maybe someday..

Do they gossip? If yes, with who about whom?

She tries not to call it gossip but she confides in her sister about most everything, that includes any trouble she might be having with her friends or solas. She trusts Lyre above anyone else in Thedas and if she needs to discuss anything or laugh about something that happened it's always her sister that she seeks out.

Do they have any musical or artistic talent? How did they learn it?

Wren....can sing off-key but can usually hum fairly on key. And that's about the extent of her musical talents. Artistically, she's grown up in a very practical culture: sewing is learned to patch clothing, woodworking arts are practiced by the craftsmaster, there is no real need for a Keeper's apprentice to learn any artistry. In the inquisition she watched solas paint anytime she could, in awe of the way what he saw in his mind just unfolded onto canvas or stone. She learned a bit through observation and subtle guidance from solas but never really pursued it as a hobby, more something she did to feel included in a moment and feel connection to her vhenan. After he leaves the inquisition she spends hours pouring over the sketches he left behind (some of her, some of locations they'd visited, some of their companions, and some of his plans for his murals) and when she left skyhold and the murals behind she took those sketches with her, the only thing she had left of who solas was beyond the Dread Wolf. When the murals were reported destroyed, she dedicated herself to recreating them on canvas so that they would not be completely lost.

What kind of god/goddess would your OC be?

goddess of the night sky, of the moon, of wishes (bc stars), and of navigation (bc stars)

Part 2: Wren ficlets

Wren and Solas and their daughters by @jespers

the moon and the wolf, twice reflected in the starlit lake, meandered up to a clearing in the nearby forest. the sky was empty, save for the quiet thrumming of thousands of stars. two sets of twin souls settled into a bed of blankets, one set nested between the other. moon, part one, began to whisper tales of valiant knights, of dragons and queens, of a wolf who falls for the moon. da'evune and da'fen giggled as moon, part one, told them of the wolf's dislike of tea - how he'd turn his muzzle up at honey splashed with tea. she told them of how he betrayed the moon once, how he'd turned to the sky to hide him. and yet, the moon loved him still. their love was so great it overcame it all. when the veil came crashing down, it was their love that shielded thedas from the worst of it. it was their love that created thedas' second moon and her sister, the wolf. this pair would the guiding lights - the howl that guides you home, the moon that brightens the night. and when the first pair finally faded, thedas would have a twin souls that would, above all, endure. the wolf, part one, pressed the moon's hand to his lips, and began to tell the tale of the dragon who gave herself so that they all might live.

Wren and Solas by @inquisitor-veowyn

Solas stood on the battlements, Wren’s proximity to him radiating warmth. He turned his head, admiring her beauty for a moment before reaching out to her. He grabbed her hand, weaving his fingers through hers. Her skin was so soft against his calloused hands, and it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He turned to her, weaving his fingers into her other hand. “You mean so much to me, Wren.”

Solas + Wren + Tea by me

I picture the cup of tea he enjoys being the first one she makes him in the peace after the chaos of the veil coming down or w/e da4 brings. He can rest and be with his love and she still loves him and they can be happy and she hands him a cup of tea in the morning like she used to in skyhold and it's the first cup of tea he's ever really enjoyed. She's so warm with her head resting on his shoulder, the morning light giving her hair a slight golden tint as she sips her own tea happily. Maybe it's his own happiness that makes this cup of tea different.Whatever the case the drink is quickly forgotten as he trades the taste of the tea in his cup for the subtle taste of it on her lips.

Wren dies in the red lyrium future in an AU where she isn’t Inquisitor by me

Hot. Metallic. Seeping between her teeth and splattering against the demon's face when her lungs forced a cough and the terror's claws dug in deeper. The taste and warmth brought to her sluggish mind a memory of someone she'd loved trying to make her tea, metallic because it had been stale, but she'd said it was delicious. Bare face beaming, flaxen hair, it's terrible isn't it sister. Sister. Lyre. She'd forgotten; the red taking her mind from her more each day. The terror ripped its hand cruelly from her stomach, taking so much of her with it, her pooling blood already turning to crystal as she fell to the ground. She wondered which would kill her first, the blood loss or the encroaching crystallization, before her mind wandered back to her sister in her fading moments. Lyre; bright, radiant, the sun to her moon. She'd tried so hard to keep Wren safe and what had happened to her....Wren couldn't remember now as the red tinged shadows pulled at the edge of her vision and her last word fell softly from her lips: asa'ma'lin I'm sorry sister.

Wren + Solas + fluff + dancing (i had to write to make up for the wren death)

The bittersweet flavor of raspberries danced across Wren's tongue as she bit into one of the tarts the cook had made for her. She'd told the woman on many occasions that making her sweets on top of feeding the entire Inquisition wasn't necessary but the only response she'd ever gotten was "You save us all from that blighted Corypheus arsehole and we'll call it even." Yet she sensed a kindred spirit in the woman, a caretaker if a rather grouchy one. She closed her eyes and hummed happily as she took another bite of the pastry, the thin, crisp layers of the tart crunching as she bit down into the raspberry preserve center. With her clan she'd never eaten anything quite so sweet as the desserts she'd tasted since becoming inquisitor, one of the few perks the job offered really. As the sugar coated her mouth she felt like dancing. Sweetness was such a happy flavor, making her heart light and her feet lighter in turn. And suddenly she was spinning, bouncing happily in small, unplanned movements, moving to the feeling of the joy bubbling in her chest. Was it silly to dance because of a simple raspberry tart? Maybe, but she couldn't find it in her heart to care. That is until she very nearly careened into Solas who was suddenly there, the soft expression he reserved only for her lighting his face as he helped her regain the balance her surprise had stolen from her. She wasn't sure how he'd entered her room without her hearing, had she truly been so wrapped up in delighting over her treat? She felt her face redden as she thought of how her gluttonous happiness must look. He offered her his hand and she looked up at him quizzically. "May I have this dance, vhenan?" Her heart floated happily into her throat, buoyant on the warmth his voice always held (for her, only for her). She curtsied dramatically trying not to laugh as she gave him her answer. "Of course ma lath." She took his hand and he pulled her close, letting her lead him in the steps of her spontaneous dancing. The tarts were quite forgotten then, some moments were sweeter than anything the cook could bake after all.

Part 3: Wren and her alternate LI, Haleir

What's the first "date" Haleir takes Wren on, and does Wren realise that's what it is?

Haven't actually thought about their first date before now but here goes! Before their first kiss, Haleir was content to just follow Wren wherever she wanted to go or to simply be in her presence at her home in kirkwall. After their first kiss (an achingly soft press of her lips to his, her heart was shattered, begging not to be broken again. He did not take more from her than this moment. Just held her close and pressed his forehead to hers, basking in the warmth of her fragile happiness. He would never abandon her.) he lets himself want to show Wren the wonders he knows how to reach through the eluvians. Nothing that would compromise the plans of the Dread Wolf, Haleir is not a complete fool, he knows he may be able to use the eluvians in this way once without Solas finding out. He takes Wren to the ruins of an elven observatory, not so much for the devices that once watched the heavens but for the books that map the stars. The world cut off from the fade can only see so many of the stars, the night sky now a dull comparison to the skies of arlathan. As they look over the star charts together Wren becomes the closest to herself that she's been in years, some of the ache in her chest is replaced by light happiness and the excitement of discovering that there are more stars to spin tales about. She spends hours pouring over the books with Haleir content to watch and listen. When they've spent enough time there that someone might take note of his absence, he notices wren's hesitation to put one of the books back on the shelf. Gently he covers her uncertain hand with his own, telling her to keep the book. Wren presses the precious gift to her chest, holding it as though it might disappear as they travel back through the eluvians. This time, Haleir kisses her.

A Wren and Hal scene I wrote

Can be found HERE

Some Wren and Hal AU smut in progress

Can be found HERE

Wren and Hal by @eluvilavellan

Hal by @mik-arts

Playlist for Wren and Hal

found HERE

Haleir in da:i

Haleir in sims3

A very dumb Hal video i made

Can be found HERE

Part 4: Wren Aesthetics, picrews, sims, etc.

Wren sims4

Wren sims3

Wren’s older sister Lyris (Lyre) Lavellan in sims3

Wren playlist

Can be found HERE

Wren flower symbolism

Muscari: Caring Love Mullein: Good Nature Tea: Harmony/Peace/Spiritual Connection/Rejuvenation/Change/Contentment Moonflower: Dreaming of Love/The Moon Blueberry Flower: Eternal Optimism Meadowsweet: Happiness/Peace/Protection

Wren and Solas flower symbolism

Mistletoe: Kisses/Peace/Safety/Poison Columbine: The emblem of deceived lovers Rain Flower: I love you back/I Must Atone For My Sins/I Will Never Forget You Snowdrop: Hope Eremurus: Endure Forget-Me-Not: Don’t forget me, Remember me forever Honeysuckle: Bonds of Love/Lover's Embrace/Clinging

Wren aesthetic by @mik-arts

Wren aesthetic by @eluvilavellan

annnnnnd I think that’s everything for now!

If you read this far then bless your soul because this was so much

if you want to know more about Wren her tag is #Wren Lavellan and you can shoot me an ask about her anytime! <3

#wren lavellan #jules' ocs #inquisitor #lavellan #da:i #long post #jules speaks #masterpost

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crackinglamb · 4 years ago

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Ink, characterization, and parchment for the writer asks?

Ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

We’ll leave aside the fact that most of the time, the mood sets me...

Actually...I can’t do that. I don’t really have any set ‘thing’ that I do to get into the mood for writing. The mood hits me, often and regularly, and I’ll type out whatever idea is clamoring for attention before I forget it. Sometimes that turns into a session that lasts for hours and ends up with music, snacks and pushing the cat off my lap so I can reach the keyboard. And sometimes it’s only a few lines before the inspiration just goes pbbfft.

Characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

Oh, I’ve written so many. Okay, a short list.

Hancock (FO4). I loved getting in his head for Junkyard Dogs. Ghoul husband is a rather complicated person, with interesting motivations behind his devil may care attitude and seemingly blase outlook on life. Plus, he was the first character I took and made fic from. He will always, always hold a special place in my heart. He’s canonically one of the most intelligent people in the entire franchise. With a high charisma to boot. I took this and made him able to read people with a high degree of accuracy. He could just about see what you were thinking based on your actions. He was astounded that this half mythical, half crazy woman who’d slept for 200 years in a cryochamber was in any way interested in him as either a person or a lover. It was humbling and terrifying for him, and he knew he’d be the worst kind of fool to ever do anything to fuck it up. They are the definition of ride or die, those two.

Nihlus Kryik (ME). Headcannon playground for SKoR. We have so little information on Nihlus before he gets killed in-game. So I took what I could find and let the rest sort of unfold from there. He came out of my head snarky, raunchy and with a lust for life that had no room for hesitation in it. He’s bold after years of being a Spectre. He sees what he wants and he goes for it. The depth of his love for Henna Shepard surprises him. I mean, she’s a human. He’s supposed to think those are unprepared to stand on the galactic stage. But he admires their resiliency, their quick minds and ability to think outside the box, even when it doesn’t make much sense in the moment. All of that combines into a passion for Henna that will literally walk through the fires of hell.

Jack|Subject Zero (ME). OMG, Jack. Held together with spite and biotics. I have such a weak spot for the broken ones learning they are loved. I never intended to write her (or Thane for that matter). Accidental Synchronicity was indeed a total accident. A one off line that became a headcannon that became an entire fic. Underneath all that bluster and wrath is a woman who survived, who succeeded on her own terms. Who discovered it was okay to let the soft inside be seen through the sharp, jagged outside even though it ultimately broke her heart. She survived that too.

Carly Lavellan (DA:I). Of course Carly makes this list. In many ways, Carly is me. She’s analytical, has too much time on her hands previous to the story to understand Solas, all his secrets, all his motivations, all his survivor’s guilt and regret. She’s rebuilt herself from the ground up, too. She’s infinitely compassionate. But she’s not a doormat. You cross her, there will be consequences. She’s confident (most of the time) and if she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’ll bullshit her way through. I know I’ve said it before, but Twist is basically a story of what I would do in that situation, and Carly represents how I would do it.

Parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

Hah! See above.

No, in all seriousness, my personal life is the biggest influence on my writing. My dad introduced me to reading sci-fi and fantasy when I was a kid. He’s not a fan of fantasy so much, though. He hates the trope of magic without consequence. Hand wavey nonsense. He thinks it’s weak story telling and used as a weak plot device, and he’s right. So as a writer, I keep that in mind. How does such and such happen? What effect does it have? Why? I insert some realism in my fantasy, every time. I usually end up overthinking it, too. But the goal as a writer has always been to write a fantasy my father will read and enjoy.

On another, lighter, TMI note...90% of the smut I’ve written is based on actual experience. No, I have no shame. I’m of the mind that if you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be doing it. And real life experience makes creating it fictionally that much more believable. Allow me a single soapbox moment: purity culture can fuck all the way off. Okay, done.

Thanks for the ask. As always you get me to dig deep, and I love it.

#ask #writer asks #whoops...sorry it got long

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Hi! I saw ur post on how it’s hard to stan gidle bc of the questionable stuff they do and since I don’t know much about it can u please explain to me anything problematic they’ve done? Not that I doubt u I just wanna know about it

ooh, girl! lemme tell ya. this is gonna be a long one, and i will preface this saying i absolutely do not have all the facts and details, but this is what i’ve gathered in my time being a mostly soft neverland.

when (g)i-dle debuted they released this v beautiful mv along with their debut song latata. in the mv the girls had henna in their hands, which, ok. nothing too bad, right. but that was just the beginning of a very weird history of cultural appropriation.

then they released another banger: hann (alone). amazing vocals. amazing sound. cool choreo. but the mv was littered with all these…hm. middle eastern references. which. ok, latata also had some of that. it’s…ok. maybe they’re just going for A Thing. it’s ok. this is just their first comeback, their second single overall, and their first digital single release ever. BUT during one of end of year shows, the girls found themselves in hot water bc they had a stage where they had freaking synagogue as their backdrop. not even like a cool 3d stage, it was printed synagogue on freaking sheet. we all collectively had a very oof moment. (also, shuhua had like, no lines in this song. a crime on itself.)

after that came senorita. which should have been called señorita. it was catchy, it was replayble, it was spicy. it was also also kind of weird how they had a guy just singing “señorita” in the background, and no other lyrics in spanish, other than soojin saying “señor” by the end…hm. also the beat is just very generic “latin-inspired” song. in one of their live stages they had a fake-ass mariachi band as their….back up dancers. or whatever. they were just in the background pretending to play the trumpets. which personally i found more funny than offensive. but also i’m mexican and when momoland dressed up in ponchos, sombreros and fake mustaches, me and my sister just laughed and went “haha we do look like that!” i can take a joke. like, very easily. (also, if you want a more tactful latin-inspired k-pop song, listen to vav’s senorita & give me more. absolute bops imo.)

after that came uh-oh, which is a very clearly an old-hip hop inspired comeback, even down to the mv. it’s proooobably my favorite song of theirs ngl. this comeback wasn’t…too bad or shrouded in controversy, ‘cause tbh the mv director did a pretty good job at paying homage to late 90s/early 2000s music videos. but still, some people were skeptical considering the rep they had been building up. and at this time it was becoming very clear that soyeon is calling the shots, or at least has the most say out of all the girls both in songwriting and art directing when it comes to their concepts/mvs.

during the summer/fall of 2019 gidle participated in the competition show queendom. in the show, during the planning of the stage performance for their cover of 2ne1′s fire, soyeon asked yuqi to make “tribal sounds” for the opening of the song and sing it like she’s “an african chief” and said this was how they could keep their sound, which she describes as “ethnic hip.” it was. gross. and the rest of the girls just laughed it off. queendom pretty much ended up confirming everyone suspicions that soyeon is the one coming up with these ideas and the rest of the girls are just there to do what she says. you can look up the behind the scenes and planning of the stages on m-net’s youtube channel. soojin doesn’t even get a word out when they were planning the fire stage. it’s…weird ngl. you can’t even accuse m-net of evil editing this one bc she just says that! like, wtf. anyways [here is an excerpt of the video]. she says it with such a straight face, too. ew.

people demanded an apology from gidle, soyeon more specifically. it never came. so people boycotted their next release: lion. honestly i don’t know if any transgressions happened during this time cuz i was just so put off by what was mentioned above that to this day i can’t really even vibe to lion. it just brings a guttural disgust to my whole being.

i’m little iffy on the timeline here – bc like i mentioned, i was keeping as far away as possible from gidle at the time cuz of soyeon’s comments – but i do remember that some time after yuqi found herself in hot water for a comment she made about shuhua during a livestream that went like she “needed darker skin to be a police because her white skin wouldn’t let her to catch criminals at night.” or at least that’s how a fanclub made it sound like. it sounded v suspish, but a lot of fans came to her defense saying the joke was poking fun at how fair shuhua is and how she wasn’t actually making fun of darker skin. the fanclub that made the translation actually came out with a letter of apology saying they had rushed the translation and the joke was actually little more nuanced than what they made it out to be. regardless, yuqi actually apologized on a fancafe letter. which was actually really nice of her, since the mistake wasn’t so much on her part, and if anything this is a way lighter offense than anything soyeon has ever done or said, and yet….

[here is a koreaboo article that includes screenshots of the fancafe letter and a translation]

it’s been awhile since gidle/soyeon have said or done anything since – well, it’s been a while since they have released anything, and they’ve been under a microscope since the queendom incident. also, i haven’t payed attention at all to what they have been doing, if they have been doing anything, lol.

their latest transgression has been the very blatant, very suspicious uplifting of imagery from fka twig’s cellophane mv onto their mv for their newest single, oh my god. @anna-something made a [post] which very clearly lays it all out, screenshots and everything. considering all the evidence above i have to say this one also falls on soyeon’s shoulders yet again. also, as i was making this post someone commented on an yt comment i made on a mv reaction of the mv (since i’m not gonna give them views, lol) saying “maybe they have the same mv director.” i looked it up, they don’t. cellophane was directed by andew thomas huang, while oh my god was directed by yoon rima.

in conclusion, it is very exhausting to try to stan (g)i-dle. wouldn’t recommend it. mostly because soyeon does not seem like the greatest person ever. now, i will say i am all for cultural appreciation! in fact, i tried to believe that’s what they were going for during senorita. but… it’s become very clear that soyeon doesn’t understand there IS a line between appreciation and blatant appropriation, so she tends to fall on the latter. if she just apologized, strived to be better, and actually took the criticism and applied it towards becoming a better person – and therefore a better artist – than i could get behind her 100%. but as it stands right now, i don’t like her. i don’t like her at all. i have given her chances, but she does not seem to want to accept her missteps. she doesn’t even addresses them at all. and i’m tired. if yuqi could, why can’t she? i doubt cube, as shady as they are, is keeping her from releasing some sort of statement.

if she intends to make it big over here in the west she needs to grow up, she needs to apologize. until she does that she will continue to jeopardize not only her own career, but also yuqi’s, miyeon’s, soojin’s, shuhua’s, and minnie’s careers, and they really don’t deserve that. she might be the biggest voice in the group, but she’s also the one dragging them down. APOLOGIZE, SOYEON, GODDAMMIT!

if anyone wants to add anything else that missed, please feel free to do so.

#gidle #dont even say this is standard for kpop i will cut u #its 2020. this should not be excused #anonymous #ask

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boku-no-miko · 5 years ago

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LFRP: Miko Shiroi

(art is/was by @mizusas but she no longer goes by that name so I’m not sure how to credit her otherwise :c )

THE BASICS ––– –

Name: Miko Shiroi

Age: 26

Birthday: 32nd Sun of the First Umbral Moon (February 29th)

Race: Miqo’te, Keeper/Seeker hybrid

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Balmung (but will world visit!)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: White, Semi-curly / Worn in a long, thick braid over his left shoulder

Eyes: Medium Violet, shift to various shades

Build: Smooth, Lithe

Distinguishing Marks: Small puncture wound on upper, right lip (barely visible) / Racial tattoos around eyes / makeup stripes applied on cheeks / Red-orange eye-shadow / Henna tattoos (changing, applied daily)

Common Clothing/Accessories: Kimonos, Clothing of Hingan Descent, Robes, Light Colors

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Courtesan

Hobbies: Calligraphy, Pan Flute, Reading (particularly romance novels), Writing, Modeling

Languages: Common, Hingan, Doman

Birthplace: The Black Shroud

Current Residence: The Wanderer’s Elysium (Keeper’s Kiss)

Religious Beliefs: The Twelve (particularly Menphina)

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: Given his occupation, he surely has them but he doesn’t personally know them.

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Other Relatives: None of Importance

Pets: N/A

TRAITS ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit: Hookah (occasionally) Drugs: Rarely Alcohol: Often

RP HOOKS ––– –

Courtesan at Keeper’s Kiss: Self-explanatory! Miko has been with Kiss for many summers and is a regular face. He not only fulfills his duty as a courtesan but has also graced the stage on cabaret nights a few times before. Maybe your character wants to be a client? Maybe they’ve seen him perform before?

Model at Sunsilk Tapestries: Miko has stuck a deal with Rose at the Weaver’s Guild, Sunsilk Tapestries, in Ul’dah. He wears the clothes around and promotes them with his looks and, in the process, gets to keep said clothes. Modeling is something that Miko enjoys doing. He’ll model anything: from the simple to the garish. He loves the attention. Perhaps your character has seen him strutting around Ul’dah?

Priest of the Twelve: You’re thinking: a courtesan AND a priest? How does that work? Surprisingly well, actually! Miko’s upbringing was at a Temple of the Twelve. As such, he took up the trade of being a priest. His patron deity is Menphina. After all, romance is just another nod in the lady of love’s direction. He has his own chapel located in his Ul’dah apartment. In said chapel he officiates renewals of vows, blessing rites, funerals, and most any other ceremony one could think of! Feel free to approach him for any of this!

Mercenary Past: Wanna spice things up and have them already know each other from Miko’s olden days? Great! When Miko first arrived in Eorzea from the outskirts of Doma, he took up the mercenary life along with his ex-lover. He was 19 summers back then. Now, he is 26. Alongside his ax-wielding partner, he supplied the shields and petty healing. Long-story-short, his ex-lover betrayed and attempted to kill him. Now, he looks back on those days as a dark time in his life. So, of course that means you should bring it up! It could prove to be a very interesting time! Maybe your character is also a mercenary and bumped into him at the time? I’d love if someone would do this!

Romance Novel Connoisseur: Is your character an author? Do they write romance novels? Or maybe your character is a fellow lover of romance novels? Miko would absolutely fawn over any accomplished romance novelist or be delighted at getting to talk about his favorite reads!

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR ––– –

First and foremost, RP partners who are very understanding and flexible with my schedule. I work at a veterinarian and my schedule changes from week-to-week. I am also a college student and starting back to classes beginning August 19th. I’m only taking two classes, so I don’t anticipate them interfering too much. I do enjoy PvE very much and sometimes just want to focus on that, so I’m looking for partners who are understanding that sometimes I’ll just be in the mood to PvE.

All kinds of RP! Slice of life, dark themes, adventure, all of that is great! I am NOT looking for purely sexual RPs. If we start a RP and it happens to go in that direction, then that’s fine! Please flirt with my character! But please don’t have that be the main purpose you want to RP with me.

OOC INFORMATION ––– –

Hey there! My name is Kyle. I’m a 25 year-old trans male. I’ve been rping since I was 12 or so! I’m a very open-minded and friendly individual, so please don’t be afraid to reach out to me! I know those anxiety feels.

I’m a night owl, so usually the times that I’ll be available for RP will be in the afternoon (1pm-6pm or so) during that days that I’m off or the evenings (9pm-1am) during the days that I work.

I’m comfortable with mature/adult themed RPs. Yes, this includes ERP. No, I don’t want all of my RP to be ERP. I want my character to be a well-rounded character.

The best way to contact me is by messaging me in-game or on my discord at 𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 ♡ #0819

@crystalxivrp @ffxiv-crystal-rp @mooglemeet

#miko shiroi #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #crystal rp #ffxiv

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sleepyssnail · 6 years ago

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Andes Sides

I’m not the best artist and I can never seem to draw myself properly, so I just drew my sides with their own design. Kinda cheating, I know, but I thought it was more fun and they still have some of the physical traits I do, so here we go!

Intuition: Essentially my anxiety and my logic fused together to create him.

The only one of my sides who actually has my glasses, mainly so he can try and guess what’s to come next in my interactions.

Gets pouty and sulks when he’s wrong,

Preens when he’s right,

Loves puzzles and trying to figure out what’ll happen next in fanfictions, movies, books, or conversations.

“I swear, if she turns out to be his sister, I’m gonna flip.”

*Five minutes later*

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

Has a slightly difficult time trusting people if they don’t instantly make him feel at ease or if he can’t read them

Fantastic skill at reading body language and facial expression

Plays with mind teasers all the time

Is a huge nerd

Vulnerability: My insecurities, doubts, trust, and hidden desires.

The only side who rarely shows up, and when she does it’s for a reason

Has bandages over her face to hide what I don’t want others to see unless I trust them enough.

Speaks softly in a normal setting, but will raise her voice and scream if she needs to get the attention of the others or assert herself.

Will sometimes overstep and say something too personal

“That was too much, we gotta backtrack, someone take over I ruined the moment.”

Has my absolute hate for lemons and limes

Reads a lot, enjoys coloring books or simple rhymes

“Lemons and Limes are bad, while melons and mimes are sad.”

Has a tendency to hide behind another side if she’s overwhelmed or trying to put up walls

Takes off a few bandages around her neck and hands when I’m trying to empathize with someone so I’m at a better position to be there for them.

Will regularly fall asleep in a pile of blankets and not move for hours until scaring one of the other sides by awakening

Spite: One of my dark sides, motivation, and more.

Is everything I’ve wanted to do to spite someone, or didn’t do to spite someone.

Has purple hair as a form of rebellion

I was going to get mine dyed purple but some control freak constantly berated me and basically told me my natural hair color is boring and I’d look so much better with it purple.

Just to piss her off I kept mine its natural color, but Spite has his purple because I do want to get it colored sometime.

Has henna tattoos on his arms and shoulders

Refuses to call any of the sides by their names and will tease them and never tell them what his name is

Will tackle the other sides to spite someone in my life

“INTUITION!”

“Not again.”

“GIMME YOUR NERD GLASSES! SOME ASS WIPE TOLD US WE LOOK BETTER WITHOUT THEM AND I’M GONNA PROVE THAT WE LOOK FRICKEN HOT!”

Alternates between wearing leather jackets and heavy hoodies to soft sweaters and loose shirts

Likes to rest his arm on Vulnerability’s head around people who I don’t think deserve to know personal info

Loves to torment Intuition by taking his glasses or hiding his puzzle books.

Partners with Creativity whenever I need to write a vent fic or something angsty

Will bang pots and pans together in the morning to wake everyone up when he makes breakfast

“WAKE UP! IT’S MORNING! I MADE WAFFLES! YOU SAID I COULDN’T BUT I DID”

Creativity: My inspiration, positive motivation, my Roman.

Has an intense love for fantasy realms and will spend most of her time there

Adores making outfits and armor sets for the other sides (even if she doesn’t show them)

Enjoys questing and interacting with mythical creatures and will try to bring back little dragons to tease the other sides

Will regularly return from the imagination soaking wet from a pirate quest

“Why are you dripping on the carpet?”

“I FOUGHT A KRAKEN!”

“That’s nice.”

Likes clothes with pockets and will sew them on herself if need be

Will get irritated at Intuition for telling her that an idea is “too predictable” and will debate with him to try and create a better plot with more twists

Sometimes feels inadequate and useless to the other sides because I don’t know how to work her into my life without damaging my sleep schedule or grades

I still adore her

Will try and rope the other sides into doing something crazy and it usually works

Optimism: A fusion of my morality and deceit, keeps me looking on the brighter side of things even when I shouldn’t, and pushes me through situations.

Has a love for anything pastel and happy themed

She has the difficult job of making my pessimistic self find the positive in a situation

Doesn’t get along with Spite in the slightest and will try to use positivity to motivate me instead of petty revenge

Loves to ballroom dance

Creativity is the only other side willing to dance with her

Will obsess over the smallest good things even if it’s very small in the big picture

“Lookit! We got the laundry in the dryer on time!”

“Half the house looks like a tornado hit it and we have guests coming in 30 seconds.”

“But we switched the laundry!”

Has a love for outdoor activities and will join Creativity on quests or pester Intuition over his puzzles

Doesn’t understand why Vulnerability is needed but tries to include her whenever possible

Will prompt me to hug attack my friends whenever I see them

People who might find this interesting: @morganlafley @moonlitarchangels @time-to-sleep-now

#ssnailstuff #my sides #my art #thomas sanders #my artwork #i tried #creativity #my stuff #sanders sides #inspired

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queen-asante · 7 years ago

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ejucated immigrant

((AUTHOR’S NOTE: @eene-fangirl For the Fanfiction Weekend Challenge! I should probably wait to post this for Rolf Appreciation Month, but there’s a lot of Jonny backstory/headcanons in here, so I thought it would count. Basically, it’s a poem from Rolf’s POV but it’s technically about Jonny, or rather, Jonny was my muse for this.

I haven’t written a poem in Rolf’s ‘’voice’’ since 2014 but believe it or not, that one little line that Edd says in ‘’A Case of Ed’’ inspired the poem (you know, the one), and as I was reading Ntozake Shange’s for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enuf, it produced said result. A turnip for your thoughts? I don’t normally write Rolf like this, it’s actually more like Rolf emulating Ntozake Shange for those familiar with her style. As an Indian Immigrant girl who’s considered suicide, that book changed my life, she’s my idol. Hence, the poem is written in ebonics and all lower case to pay homage to Shange (and I consciously dropped third person redundancies, it wasn’t a mistake). Three non-EEnE characters are briefly mentioned: the first one is Vanessa, my friend who’s half African-American and half Haitian. The second one is Ice, who belongs to my friend, Dani. Ice, in her world, is a black and white cat who becomes Double D’s pet. Rolf fears him because he’s not only black and white, but he shares the name of Immigration and Customs Enforcement by pure coincidence. Dani didn’t plan this, as she created Ice before she met me but she liked the idea of giving Rolf a reason to fear the cat, and so we came up with that story together. The third one is Dr. Feelgood who was my therapist, it’s not her real name, it was an affectionate nickname I coined for her in my years battling Bipolar Disorder Type 3.

As a closing thought, much apologies for the length, also tumblr’s going to mess up the format.))

‘’ejucated immigrant’’

dear gods,

i be 14 wit skin as rough as treebark & hands dat look old

i waz the dark skined immigrant wanting to bathe in bleach

Brown Black / Blue Black / Amber Beige / Bister Brick Bronze / Chestnut Chocolate Cinnamin

Copper / Drab / Dust / Ginger / Fawn / Ochre / Coffe Colourd Caramel

Tawny / Terra-Cotta / Henna / Sepia / Umbre

lookin in the thesurus eddward wit two ds give me when i come to dis country

everything spell Brown but nothing spell White

White sound nice like pearl like snow like milk like golden skined white skined light skined

honey dipped / lemon kissed / but begging for ivory / fair frosted silvery ashen boy jimmy

your white hands on my brown skin

i waz the dark skined immigrant botherin to drag you round

you stand there like a closed mouth statue & you insult my way of life

think you know everythin / rolf just some ignorant third world peasant or somethin

but we be livin dis way longer than the foundin of your land

your country young my country old

numbers & poppy / it just to give you illegitimately born breeds of donkeys

somethin to hee-haw over / science say there no gods either but who know dat

you cannot contain lightning bugs in a jar

i waz the dark skined immigrant dreamin of shakin the mr presidents hand

the former mr president wit eyes like a tired old man & Brown his Brown like a mud bath

it really too bad you know / rolf like your former president

dat black man who dont check dixtionaries for validation of his blackness

he not so bad / he waz sympathetic to the plight of the immigrant but his hands tied

not blame him / he not god he not have all the power in the world to fix dis weather

dis cloud dat hang over your land & who the hell is perfect?

it really such a shame / i dream to see the Hill / see the pearly house painted white the place where he live meet him shake his large brown hand / one brown hand to another

cept i not black / rolf not have to be / not pass / rolf european he is white not bloodless

he not pass he not be white enough for your country

cept i be white on the inside look coloured on the out but i aint no coloured

under my skin i am more than a colour

whoever herd of white passing for person of colour

but suddenly i get to dis country & i be treated no different than jonny

so alls i got is coloured dreams

poor grate nano lived & died on silly dreams / well they not exist

there be only reality & reality not kind to the dark skined indigenous immigrant

no one know what i supposed to be / take a wild guess

indian pakistani mexican romani rolf herd it all & none suppose right

they only looking at my face / the outside the outside not matter

cuz i waz the dark skined immigrant not italian not irish but the other kinds

& no one will see unless rolf cut open his veins & bleed

a Wood Nymph have my colour & if i check off the box dat say caucasian i get a funny look

from the lady sittin behind the counter wit the yellow nail polish & beaded eyeglass

spose if jonny do the same they wont believe him neither

jonny be good

yous see him dancin / wearin his stomach out / dark skined bare feet / swayin his hips

& grate thin arms but he not care dat he gots splinters in his fingertips

his nails turnin all black & blue & those chapped lips look like eyes starin out atchu

the gods make dis child the way he is

wit skinted knees & all & elbows pointed outwards readin you like a map

always wit the label on the left side

but he bootiful & he know it / beauty sometime come in the empty coffee can

not in the paper lillies or plastic pearls

you cant make a silk purse from a sows ear / even if dat ear be made of wood

of wood widda crayon drawn smile

jonnys mother the madwoman in the attic

rolf be certain jonny the wood boy some kind of elf from the passage of Valhöll

the mother of the Tree Sprite she not like rolf / well she not like any child it seems

weepy jimmy-boy & rolf invited to jonny-boys abode for a meeting of the Urban Rangers

& tho his mother never says so we feel she not like us very well

she never ast us to stay for lunch

even tho rolf personally would not eat a morsel of what these people eat

& we always been so polite to her but still she build walls

rolf believe she jealous of us becuz jonny likes us

she come out to the parlour / barefoot / flowers in her wild tangled mess of black raven hair

like yoko ono & wearing a long paisley skirt / she bootiful in an earthy sort of way

but she has a wild look in her eyes like a tigress

a violently insane expression like a german vampire dat make rolf think of bertha mason

she looms over her son like a dark older sister becuz they look so alike

altho her skin much darker / a deep chocolate brown / her complexion remind rolf of vanessa maybe she is haitian / she like the demon in nanas stories the one we all have widdin us

who comes out when we try too hard to be good children

she look at white as snow jimmy & myself like she disprove

either she not like us the uniforms or both

rolf forget tho these hippies wit their anti-establishment

they think every uniform represents what jonny calls ‘’the Man’’ & dats what it is rolf think

she not want jonny in the organisation

becuz she think it goes against their opposition to social norms

rolf could tell she wanted to ast us to leave / she not like jonny spending so much time wit us

becuz then he not at home meditating wit her or whatever it is they do

jonnys family is strange / they not eat meat & walk around shoeless

rolf has been called a gypsy by the children at school but flower child jonny seem to rolf more of a gypsy if there ever waz such a thing

he is almost ethereal / his family must be from a clan of faeries the kind nana warns rolf about but brown-skinned jonny seem harmless enough

i watch his mama put a daisy in the pocket of his jeans

i not know if his daddy be white or black but what difference does dat make

rolf understand it is important for a child to love their family no matter their faults

i know The Giving Tree still love his mother

even if she would prefer him to leave the Urban Rangers

of us three jimmy be the whitest of white jonny the blackest of black & i somewhere in between

but any one of us can walk into a puerto rican bar & start speakin spanish

& no one would know what we are

race too complicated & people too narrow minded / want everything boxed in

one day we waz layin on dat grassy knoll / jonny & i

where the trees whisper to us & we whisper back

cuz you know the boy talk to trees & i listen to his voice / & i be lookin at our hands you see

cuz we waz layin inches apart a flower between us & i tuck it behind his ear

then i look & see my skin only one shade lighter than his

tho the sun make me browner than i really be

out in the sun for hours & hours plowing & plowing the fields

by sundown i roasted coffee bean brown / as black as the inside of a chimney

& if i stumble into town any passing stranger would think i waz Black i mean African

id have to stay out of the sun for days to get my old colour black lest i wander round wit only the whites of my eyes visible on my sun burnt dyed rust brown brown skin

& hair so course youd suppose it come off a horses ass

lookin more like an American Indian than a White

i holdin the back of my hand up to jonnys now

how bout dat two brown hands one dark & one light but whos to say i not be a dark white & he not a light skined brown

dont you dare tell me what i am & am not

bitch dis aint no south africa where yous all can reassign us based on what you think

i aint no sandra laing but sometime i wouldnt mind bein black if it meant for you to leave me be

in fact ill gladly be whatever you want me to be but i am what i am

not black enough for black not white enough for white so what am i?

dont box me into Black & White / cuz in dis world brother dat not exist

im sorry as hell but i gettin real tired of bein called

an illegal / an alien / a wop / a gypsy / a guinea / a brownie whatever you want to call us

all your bigoted slurs clumping us together like we one & the same

dat fine but papers or no papers not define who i am

so uncle sam can take it & shove it

welcome to america!

i be having a long love affair wit your country & people

i also be having a war wit em

mama told me there are limits for dark skined immigrants stuck in dis light skined first world

we come over the border wit all the rest of them

wit all them people from central & south america

wit all them refugees from africa & asia

guess what we blend right in we look no different

look just like any other brown faced ‘’illegal alien’’

border patrol take one look at us & think we just like the rest

cuz yesterdays europeans are todays mexicans & middle easterners

coloured Sons of Shepherds gots few chances

what it like to be bilingual / to speak in two tounge

ah but to be fluent in one & not the other tryin to find any definishun in the dixtionary

in which i drop third person redunduncies cuz i only one person not three

& i only speak two language

you speak spanish?

no habla inglés

you speak english?

i dont speak spanish

one day the hat & head as one edd boy say oh rolf! youre so unejucated!

i think my ears deseeve me but i know what i herd

i wish to strike his milk honey cheeks full of nonsense

& say to him i am the ejucated immigrant you be warned about

dont talk to me bout ejucashun

i sale cross the oshun

i wash up on your shore

i lern another language

it wasnt easy

what you know bout ejucashun

all you know come from books & theories

at least i know where i stand

you are a child & i am old old old my hands notted thick wit veins like the roots of a tree

you say i sound angry / yea i angry but not as angry as you

cuz there nothing they fear more than a minority who knows what up

i used to be fraid but not no more

i used to fear the plainclothes agents in Black & White uniform

of immigration & customes enforecement / of ICE police

of eddwards Black & White cat name Ice on ICE

he must be making fool out of me to call a domesticated beast after homeland security

a cat in uniform because the gods make him so not by choice

like there be some purpose to it / i waz the dark skined immigrant you made fun of

i see what they do to the undocumented immigrant on the telly

but now i not be fraid / becuz you cant touch me

so the grapefruit widda red ugly mouth & bleached hair sit in office now

damming all them people from ‘’shithole countries’’ / just as well but we here to stay

it not what i ast for but no use fighting it

& i will gladly pull the bookmarks from my english dixtionary

the one double d edd boy give me

no longer will i bathe in bleach / only use to washing dishes & floors

i not some bloody floor

‘’immigrant’’

at least i can spell dat / i look it up in the dixtionary

websters dixtionary / who the hell is webster?

but now it marked up used copy wit yellow post it notes

i use it a lot to lern your tounge

i not smart but i sho as hell not unejucated / papa can tell me dat

i be in your country in first place to reseeve ‘’best ejucashun’’ like grate nano wanted

grate nano waz an adventurer / a dreamer wit big goals

he travell far & wide seeking fame & fortune

when he a very young boy immigrants from every cesspool in western & eastern europe set sale for The North / it waz always grate nanos dream to travel North

everyone say he more insane than a bovine wit mad cows disease

there no room in dis life for dreams they tell him / he prove our village wrong

when rolf eight years of age grate nano briefly left the Old Country to set sale for america

everyone say he be too old / he never too old for dreams

he wanted to find dat American Dream he hear so often about

spoken wit fondness by the tinkers who visit our land

he returned from his valiant voyage wit stories about what he seen

in the North he said everyone has cars & money & television & running water

no one listen / The North the North they say dat is all you ever talk about

he waz a man who dreamed of a new life for his family & so he decided to send for us

& make a better life for ourselves after the plagues of the land had haunted our family for years grate nano promised us america he said youll soon be eating apple pie from off a china plate white picket fence / coca cola / santa clause / marilyn monroe / empire state building

it sound like a fairytale he spun a legend dat the streets waz paved wit gold

& we believed him for shining in grate nanos eye waz a dream & so here we are

rest his soul he wanted so much to buy us light & sun & clean wind of the oshun

‘’immigrant’’ waz a new word for rolf when he first come here

did not know after hearing the stories from grate nano dat he would soon be one himself

rolf not know what dat mean & still really dont

the dixtionary definishun say \ ˈi-mə-grənt \ noun. a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence

\ ˈi-mə-ˌgrāt \ verb. [to go or remove into; in, into, and migrate, to remove.]

to come into a new country, region, or environment in order to settle there: opposed to emigrate.

oh sorry dat definishun not say we unclean people / flea invested vermin

sickly serpents who not speak english / greaser / sheenie

contagions of american society / incredibly dirty tramps fresh off the boat

so pervasive / such nonwhite filth / staring back at pitch black faces

not blonde haired & blue eyed / nonwhite skin only fit for dirt & waste work

mama papa kiss me goodbye i going to haiti

but it is what rolf is now it part of his identity just as much as the colour of his skin

just as much as bein a pagan / just as much as bein a male

just as much as bein the Son of a Shepherd

now rolf a new man living in the New World

i am an immigrant

sometime i wish i waz shug avery / bootiful fictional dark skin harlem singer

half man half woman / wit my large glittering masculine thighs i make an animal of men

maybe i have the courtesan complex

so i ast dr feelgood what my diag-nonsense

& she say poor soul you suffer from Stressed Shepherd Syndrome

okay so we all crazy in one way or another / it alright for some

of a mannequin in tears / of personal prejudices

im an unejucated farm boy from No Mans Land

im a poet who write in english

neisatnaf i isatnaf ne / ttim tetrejh dem gnyalp re lesgnel og gem tolrof nuh

rettenremmos i sirb ne mos rav ed / gem etlatrof nuh dro retsem nadrovh

etted tal eddejks rofrovh? / enneh lit gem trekided gej og enneh teksnø etrejh ttim

senneh enenyoø ås gej etted tla eddejks rofrovh

& this is for Sons of Shepherds who have considered suicide

fin

#my writing #poetry #poem #eene #ed edd n eddy #jonny #jonny 2x4 #rolf #jonny appreciation month

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#129, Surah 24

THE QURAN READ-ALONG: DAY 129

We’re gonna finish off the Great Slander of Aisha mess from last time, then move onto sunnier pastures. 27:18 is our starting point. Allah reveals to everyone yet again that those who spread the “slander” against Aisha would have been severely punished, were it not for Allah’s mercy. If that sounds familiar, it’s because that’s exactly what he said four lines ago in 27:14. Mohammed Allah was just really upset about all this, okay? Anger was clouding his divine mind. Mohammed reminds everyone not to follow the ways of Shaytan, then says this, which is actually good:

let not those who possess dignity and ease among you swear not to give to the near of kin and to the needy, and to fugitives for the cause of Allah. Let them forgive and show indulgence.

This was addressed to Abu Bakr, and it was mentioned in that long-ass hadith we read yesterday.

Abu Bakr As-Siddiq, who used to provide for Mistah bin Uthatha because of the latter's kinship to him and his poverty, said, "By Allah, I will never provide for Mistah anything after what he has said about Aisha". So Allah revealed: [24:22]

I mentioned yesterday that one of the guys spreading the rumor about Aisha and Safwan was one of Aisha’s own relatives, and that was this guy, Mistah. He was Abu Bakr’s cousin. Abu Bakr was very wealthy and his cousin Mistah seems to have been, to be blunt, a bit of a loser, so Abu Bakr helped him out sometimes. After The Incident, Abu Bakr vowed to stop giving him money, but Mohammed told him to keep providing for him.

Anyway, Mohammed finishes up his rant by saying yet again that those who slander “virtuous women” such as Aisha will be judged by Allah and forced to tell him about their “crimes”, and will then go to hell. Then he repeats 24:3, saying that “vile women” are for “vile men” whereas “good” women are for “good” men. Gross then and now tbh. You’ll see that a couple of the translators translate this instead as “vile words for vile men” etc, instead of vile women, because the “vile” things in question aren’t specified. But the context here is clearly about people (Pickthall’s translation, “...good women; such are innocent of that which people say” makes far more sense than the “good words” variant, as you can see). The real meaning is bad, but I’ll be nice as I always am and put it down as neutral due to the (non-)confusion over the wording.

And... look, Mohammed was being overdramatic but I’m gonna put all of the above down as neutral.... doin my best 2 ignore that all of this is related to his child bride tbh!! Now let’s move onto another topic, for the love of Allah.

How about... houses? Sure, whatever. Houses. If you enter a house, say “hi how y’all doin today” and wait for permission to enter. If you are denied or no one’s home, leave and try again later. This does not apply to houses you know are uninhabited, inns, etc. Um. I guess those first two are good-ish? It’s at least encouraging politeness!

Now we come to another topic that requires a lengthy explainer. 24:30 instructs men to “lower their gaze and be modest” ie to not stare at women. The next ayah:

And tell the believing women to lower their gaze and be modest, and to display of their adornment only that which is apparent, and to draw their veils over their bosoms, and not to reveal their adornment save to their own husbands or fathers or husbands' fathers, or their sons or their husbands' sons, or their brothers or their brothers' sons or sisters' sons, or their women, or their slaves, or male attendants who lack vigour, or children who know naught of women's nakedness. And let them not stamp their feet so as to reveal what they hide of their adornment.

In addition to “lowering their gaze and being modest”, women must abide by several other requirements when they are around men who are neither their slaves nor people they can lawfully marry (called non-mahram men--brothers, fathers, etc are mahram men. But cousins are not!). This is one of two ayat in the Quran that explicitly tell women to dress a certain way. There are other verses about “hijab”, but in those ayat the word is used in its literal form--a barrier between people (including between women and men). Not related to clothing.

So let’s take a look at what this one says in more complete detail. It tells women to guard their chastity (translated as “be modest” here) then to not display their adornments (zinatahunna) save that which is apparent when they are around non-mahram/non-servile men. Then, women are instructed to draw their bikhumurihinna over their chests, and to not stamp their feet to reveal their zinatahunna.

What are these two words, zinatahunna and bikhumurihinna, and what is this ayah actually saying?

I’ll start with the latter. Bikhumurihinna means the khimar of the women. As far as anyone can tell, a khimar in pre-Islamic times was simply a loose head covering that shielded people from the sun. It did not cover the neck; it hung straight down the back. It seems the word was used in a general sense, not in a gendered way. “Khimar” appears to have referred to the object itself, a rectangular piece of fabric, and does not seem to have had any religious significance. It may have had a class component, in the sense that richer women were more likely to wear it, but even that is uncertain.

Islam turned this garment into something tied specifically to women, and also turned it into a requirement for women. This ayah is telling women to drape the head coverings across their neck and chest, as these areas appear to have been uncovered in pre-Islamic times. (By “chest” I mean like the collarbone area, not the tiddies.) A sahih hadith states that women must wear a khimar if they want Allah to listen to their prayers, which is not something required of men. 🤷🏾

So okay, women were told to wear a khimar and drape it in such a way as to cover their neck/chest... and to cover zinatahunna “beyond that which is apparent” and to not stamp their feet to reveal zinatahunna. What does that mean? The Quran does not elaborate, so we have to do some investigation here.

Well, let’s start with this: the literal definition of “zinatahunna” is “their adornments”, as it was translated above. The question is more what Mohammed meant by “adornments” and what counts as an “apparent adornment”. Most early scholars interpreted this as women’s beauty in general or things that enhance their beauty--henna, jewelry, or things of that nature. So the “don’t stamp your feet” part would be in reference to jewelry that makes noise when you move, presumably. In terms of a woman’s body itself, the area that must be covered is called the awrah.

Whether a woman’s (bare) face is included in her awrah is a matter of debate, and the Quran does not really say one way or the other. Some ahadith indicate that it is not.

[Mohammed says] when a woman reaches the age of menstruation, it does not suit her that she displays her parts of body except this and this, and he pointed to his face and hands.

The collector of this hadith points out that it is a mursal tradition, meaning the chain of transmission is missing a link. This does not mean that it is false (and most scholars think it’s fine as long as the person narrating it is trustworthy), but it is something to keep in mind. Regardless, if true, this means that covering the face was not considered necessary. Some women did cover their faces, but it seems it was not obligatory.

But the concept of niqab is more relevant to the other hijab ayah, so we’ll look more at this topic and the strange circumstances surrounding why women were commanded to cover themselves then. But for now I’ll leave it at this: 24:31 tells women use their headscarves to cover their neck and upper chest area, in addition to their jewelry and anything else construed as “attention-getting”. Also that’s bad, men be out here wearing long shorts and saying their awrah is covered (men’s awrah goes from below their bellybutton to above their knees) while women gotta put up with this nonsense in the desert heat smh!!

Let’s leave it there for today. There will be more hijab stuff in surah 33.

NEXT TIME: We can actually get more than 15 ayat in, inshallah!!

The Quran Read-Along: Day 129

Ayat: 14

Good: 3 (24:22, 24:27-28)

Neutral: 9 (24:18-21, 24:23-26, 24:29-30)

Bad: 1 (24:31)

Kuffar hell counter: 0

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