#there's a few that value silence and I'm glad there are

[just-a-well-wisher]

Of A Poet's Words And A Way Of Expression

'Their VOICES Grate On My EARS'

(An illustrated(?) poem by me)

(More under cut)

Their voices grate on my ears,

Piercing as they are shrill.

The scrape of chairs and tables,

Fuels my needs to kill.

Where I once had tolerance,

Now replaced with rage.

With all this noise around me,

A true miracle I've not gone insane.

All their voices overlap,

I bite my tongue till I bleed.

Words of wrath locked in my mind,

Waiting to be freed.

Their voices grate on my ears,

I've already lost control.

The insults pile up and loud,

Leaving my rage to be feared.

A poem made by a frustrated student from a class who's louder than a food court and a marketplace combined. I can't stand too much noise and god fucking dammit my class is horrible at keeping quiet. I've already lashed out three times at them,twice in a day just two days ago. Usually I don't yell but the amount of noise they make is enough to frustrate anyone who values some sense of silence and I've already lost my temper twice. I don't hate them.

I just wish they would learn how to shut up.

[cokou]

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠 × 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

sum. Law catches himself falling for you. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tw. Fluff. It's pretty sweet. Bottling up feelings. Mutual Feelings. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. Law is pretty shit at bottling his feelings, but whatever! I'm terribly sick when i wrote this im sorry if its shit 😭😭 Do not translate or transfer my works, this is my only account. Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist💗

The Polar Tang had recently resurfaced this week, the captain ordering suddenly was a surprise itself, especially for no particular reason at all.

Evening strikes once again as a part of this day, sitting and admiring the look of the starry night on the dock of the Polar Tang. Taking a seat on the portable chair, you take your book to enjoy the cold breeze of air casting through your skin. As you enjoy the silence that the night offers you, you heard the sound of a door opening behind you.

"oh, Good Evening captain, came to enjoy the breeze?"

"Was hoping for silence actually." You take a glance over your captains silhouette, he was carrying a book.

"Well you'll find that here, I promise to not wreak havoc!" Offering him a smile, you point out a chair he could occupy infront of you. He takes a seat and quietly goes through the book.

Feeling the first short glance that Law gave you, you decided to ignore the sudden feeling of him watching you. The second was the same, the usual cold glances he shot at you, then stops. You didn't mind as he might've just saw something. Eventually the action stops as silence drops again.

It had been a while since you've joined the heart pirates, maybe at least months and months ago, but despite that, you and the crewmates had gone very close in a matter of days. Law hadn't mind the atmosphere around you most of the time, he'd treat you like he would to any other crewmate on the ship.

But one thing that everyone insists is that Law himself had grew quite kind to you, avoiding hard duties to do, or even letting you help him out in his personal office. But all you did was deny, after all you've seen some of them help out the captain, explaining that almost all pirate captains do that.

The sounds of waves brought your attention back into reality, gazing over the captain who was quietly reading Infront of you. Averting your gaze to the dark ocean before you, enjoying the strong waves washing over the Polar Tang.

Law sneaks a glance at you as you look over at the deck, checking on what you were doing. Winds washing your hair strands onto your face, your hair being rustled by wind. Law returns his gaze into the book once again, stopping himself to check you every sexond that was passing.

Eventually he gives in, slowly looking at your direction with only his eyes, no movement in his head whatsoever. Suprisingly as he looked over to you, you returned the gaze to him and gave him a soft smile. Law struggled to breath for a few seconds, his heart beats poundes faster inside his chest, he tried to conceal the nervous state he had put upon himself.

"Are you okay? You look like you're sweating."

"Yeah, everything's fine ya' " Placing the book down on his lap, closing it.

"I love the night's atmosphere today, it's calming. I can understand why you value being alone all by yourself now!" You look towards him as he turn his head towards the deck's railing, admiring the ocean waves and the moon peaking up through the clouds, reflecting back into the ocean waters.

"Yes, it is indeed..calming." Returning his sight to you, he felt his cheeks burning slightly. Realizing that his cheeks were burning a pink shade as he peaks at you once more, he was more than glad that it was night time, which means you wouldn't spot the awkward look on him.

His mind completely denies this feeling washing through him whenever he was with you, denying everything, making excuses that he should be a responsible captain and looking after his crewmate, but his heart completely denies all the ideas his mind offers for him, making it worser to cope being with you in private or alone.

He's more than glad to show you how much he could treat you, but thinking this wasn't the time at all and rejection being one more. He decides to bottle everything, throwing away his mindless yearns to tell you how much he feels towards you into the ocean, where everything eventually drifts off into a land, or completely sink without anyone knowing.

It's the best for his mind, he thinks. Maybe if only he knew that your feelings were as much as mutual towards him, then you both wouldn't feel like idiots resisting each others directions. He wishes to say what's on his mind, but only if you go first. But one thing is for sure, he does love you.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[heartfullofleeches]

Ngl Adonis’s idea of a first date is kinda romantic. Like- you buried them for me?? Aww stop it im blushing 🤭 now can we eat pastries and make flower crowns in the middle of the night under a wisteria tree with fairy lights and then catch fireflies and look at all the cool moths outside??

-🩷

"Hey.... I got a present for you...."

The butterfly can barely contain his excitement as you unwrap the purple ribbon lacing the gift box's exterior. He's worked so hard to do this right - the perfect start to your budding relationship. The light was just right. He was sure not to burn or undercook everything he made for you. And finally - he brought you to a gift that would make the night a staple in your memory for years to come.

Inside the box was a ring box settled next to a rectangular shape covered by sheets of tissue paper. The ring itself was a jade piece a few shades lighter than Adonis' eyes. Though refurbished, it showed obvious signs of wear. A small crack in the jewelry itself and minor dents in its frame. It was an old, but valued for piece - passed through many generations.

Adonis takes the ring and slides it on your finger, eyes lighting up at its snug fit. "It fits~ Ah.. thank goodness. I only had pictures and that one time you held my hand for reference when I had it resized. I'm so glad it fits.... a important as this ring is to me, I can't wait to see what you'll think of the next surprise. Hurry - we don't have much time."

While you should talk to him about passing off something so important - curiously gets the better of you. You move the tissue paper to find a walkie-talkie at the bottom of the box. Adonis turns it on for you and fiddles with the settles. Static fluctuates from its speaker before crashing to dead silence as it peaks - soft whimpering sounding from the other end.

"H....hello.....is anyone there.....its so dark.... I can't move...it's get hard to breath.....help....me"

Adonis plays with his hair - wings curving in on his hunched figure as he giggles, thinking back fondly on the memory of hours predating your outing. "So... remember when I asked you who you hated the most was? Well... your future husband and the person you'll love most - it's kinda sorta my job to get rid of the negativity in your life. If there's anything you wanna say to them before they die, go ahead. I promise I won't be too jealous."

"Dying of suffocation with your voice being the last thing they hear...."He sighs dreamily. "now I really am jealous."

[cowboyjen68]

Hi, I want to advise you, Miss Jen . I am a 19-year-old girl, and I am a lesbian, but unfortunately, my family does not accept this idea and do not like gay people, and I have not yet told them this. I don't know what to do. I want to tell them, but at the same time, I'm afraid of their reaction. The problem is that I don't have close friends to tell this to.

So can you please give me some advice?

Because I have been following you for a while, and you make me feel comfortable when you share your stories and advice here or on TikTok. I really love you and wish you all the best 💕💕

I had a few moments on Monday so i did a quick Tiktok addressing your question.

My advice it to not tell them. Your first priority is to stay safe and maintain stability (housing, healthcare, education, etc. You don't owe them that part of your life.

I completely understand the desire to share such an important things with our parents and family. We love them and we want them to know all about things that are important to us and that includes such a core part of us, our sexual orientation. You are not any less of a lesbian if you keep that part of yourself private from them.

Put your focus on a job, a driver's license, a bank account, collection documents like your social security card and birth certificate and finishing your education. Once you are on your own and are paying for housing, health insurance and other necessary things then you can make the decision to tell them. Even once you are on your own, you do not have to. If you fear loosing them there is no shame in not coming out to them, now or ever.

You will eventually meet friends at jobs or school who will understand you and love you for all your core values and you can be yourself. Or choose what to share and what not to share. You are allowed the boundaries of some things being private with some people.

Even back in my youth the line of "Silence equals Death" was used by some to force others to come out when they were not ready or not in a safe place to do so. To be clear, that is not what it meant.

To this day I see others encouraging younger people to be "out and proud " because "we" will support you. The fact is, strangers on the internet are not able to take on the truly hard stuff of parenting that goes well beyond emotional support. It entails being responsible for a young person's mental. physical and monetary well being and it does not end at early adulthood.

Stay in the closet at home, seek friendships at work or in school that are fulfilling and trustworthy. You are not being shameful to stay safe in your home.

I am glad you found me on social media. And remember, just because I am out and loud now does not mean I always was. Taking our time to get to a good and safe place to be out takes time and courage.

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Ties that Bind - Chapter 2

How d'ya like your fluff in the morning?

Thank you for reading so far, hope you're liking soft River!

CH 1

Masterlist

Chapter 2

“I want to apologise, dear.” David said uncertainly the next morning as Seren walked with him into the village. “I’ve been abominable the last few weeks and you didn’t deserve it at all.” She let him speak without interruption. “I’ve never been the easiest person to deal with. At work, or since. River bears the brunt of it most of the time. They used to call me the Old Bastard, you know.” She smiled as they ambled slowly along the edges of the open fields.

“I would never expect you to change your entire personality, Mr Cartwright. I’ve looked after prickly characters before, and I will again. I appreciate the challenge, and a bit of verbal sparring keeps your mind active and engaged.” Seren shrugged. “The only reason I put up with you the last few weeks is because you both seemed… well,” she paused, not wanting to undo the progress they’d made in the last 24 hours, “desperate, really.” Fortunately he laughed. A deep chuckle she was immediately grateful she was hearing for the first time, and she was the cause. She pressed on, “every single evening I doubted whether to keep coming over, whether to keep trying to win you over, and every single evening, the same thing would happen.”

“What’s that then?” He offered a hand to help her over the stile they’d reached, and on the opposite side, she did the same thing, taking careful note of his physical capabilities. Was he too frail to have come this way? Should she have taken the road route instead? He took the step down from the wooden step with ease and she relaxed. She looked around the semi rural surroundings, spotting a dog walker back in the field behind them. 

“River would call me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. How was I? How were you? How was our day? Did I need anything? He cares so much for you.”

“He’s a good boy.” David said softly, “a good man. He tries. And that won you over for another day, did it?”

“Like I said, he sounded desperate. And I was not always the nicest to him when he called.” Seren laughed, David harrumphed. 

“He said you called him yesterday from the bathroom.”

“I did. I wasn't sure what else to do. I was so scared you'd hurt yourself. Once everything had calmed down and he arrived, I realised I didn’t want him to confront you as soon as he got there. I didn't want to upset you further.”

“I appreciate that. We spoke later, after you’d gone. He told me I was very close to losing your much valued help.” 

“I'm glad you do see the value of it. This kind of help, it's the best way that River can help you stay in your own home for as long as possible. You're not the kind of man to take up life in the local nursing home.”

“I'd rather you take me out back and shoot me.” He grimaced. 

“Exactly. So,” she began, cautiously, “Do we have an agreement? That you need my help?” They walked in silence for a short time, reaching the outskirts of the village.

“Hmm. After yesterday’s performance I can hardly deny that the help isn’t a good idea, can I?”

“I mean, you could try… but I don’t think it would work.” She offered. 

“Indeed. So it seems I have no choice but to agree.”

“We all have a choice. I’m not here to babysit you Mr Cartwright, I’d like to enjoy our time together and I hope you will too.”

“You’d better start calling me David then, hadn’t you, dear? You did yesterday.”

“Hmm. Seemed like the best way to try and… reach you? Felt like ‘Mr Cartwright’ would have ended up with someone getting hurt. And you’d better start calling me Seren, instead of girl.” She pushed open the door to the bakery and held it for him while he followed with a smile.

*

River was confused to say the least. The situation had gone from the ridiculous to the sublime. Or was it the other way around? He quickly realised how tense and unsettled Seren had been with the situation for the past six weeks because in the weeks since, she’d transformed entirely. His calls to check in each evening were no longer filled with drawn out silences and sighs, but with bubbling accounts of her day with his grandfather and even laughter. The Slow Horses had had a very busy few weeks which had meant that he’d been able to visit a lot less frequently and later in the day, so he’d hardly seen Seren in person. With her improved relationship with David, he also didn’t feel like she was depending on him visiting for her own sanity, or that he had to keep tabs on them both. He realised as he drove through the village that it had been too long since he’d seen her, and that he’d missed her. He couldn’t ignore the anticipation when he saw her car still parked next to David’s, happy that she hadn't left for the day. The house was filled with music. It was classical, which he expected, but it was louder than usual and seemed to travel through every room. He followed the sounds of laughter to the sitting room where Seren was being led, in fits of giggles, through what he could only assume was a terrible interpretation of a waltz. She had one hand in David's and the other on his shoulder, while he had a hand on her waist.

“And, one, two, three, one, two, three… right leg back, that's the way.” River leaned in the doorway watching. There was pure concentration on Seren's face as she kept her head down, watching their feet. “Head up, dear, don't look at your feet.”

“It's the only way I know I won't stand on yours.” She sighed. “I am awful at this. They make it look much easier on Strictly.” She faded to a grumble.

“One, two, three, head up.” David lifted her chin and out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of River in the doorway. He winked. 

“Oh, shit,” she stumbled. David righted her and they continued to glide in a circle around the sitting room. “One, two, three, one, two, three, I'm doing it!” She beamed, eyes wide with happiness. 

“And the grand finale,” David said, twirling her under his arm and letting her go with a slight bow, she responded in kind. River brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled before giving them a round of applause. 

“Very good, very good! Ahh, I haven't danced a waltz in years.” David smiled. ‘River, don't loiter in doorways, make yourself useful and make some drinks.” 

“I'm not sure I'd call that a waltz, old man.” He teased.

“If it was bad, it's my fault entirely.” Seren flushed. 

“Bollocks, you were wonderful.” David chimed in from his armchair. River remained in the doorway, his height and broad shoulders filling the space, blocking her exit. “I should go,” she hesitated in front of him, something in her eyes he couldn't quite interpret. He created a gap for her, but not big enough to stop her body from brushing against his as she made her way past. He followed her to the kitchen. 

“Nice dancing. Good day?” He asked, retrieving a bottle of red wine from the rack. 

“Yeah, he's had a couple of really good days. There was a few minutes yesterday after he'd had a sleep that he didn't know me. He got pretty angry, but it passed quickly. He's enjoyed being able to read a bit, do some crosswords.” River smiled.

“That's great. I uhh, I actually meant you though?”

“Me?” Seren looked at him, a deer in the headlights. He stepped closer, holding out a glass of wine. She shook her head, “no thank you, I should go.” She said again. He noted her eyes flick to his mouth and back up to meet his gaze. She was nervous. That was the look he hadn't been able to interpret straight away. Now though, he could see it as clear as day. It seemed he wasn't the only one with butterflies. He took a small step closer again, closing the space between them. 

“Sure I can't tempt you?” He asked, boldly. His heart pounded, being carried by bravado and bluster alone. Her eyes moved to his mouth again, this time for a little longer. She looked like she was bracing herself. 

“No. I need to go.” She replied, confidently but quietly. He took a step back.

“Ok. Maybe next time.” He murmured. “Thank you.” He added sincerely. 

“What for?”

“I don't think I've heard him laugh like that for years.” 

“It was fun. And to answer your question, I've had a good day too. Definitely picked up towards the end.” She smiled shyly then called out a goodbye to David and left. 

*

Seren wondered if the giddiness she felt was permanent. It felt like it. It felt like it had lasted months. She knew he'd noticed the way she'd looked at him. His ego had grown tenfold as soon as he'd clocked that glance at his mouth. She'd spent the couple of weeks since willing herself to forget him, to pretend she wasn't affected by his presence. It was easily done when he wasn't around, but when he was there he consumed her thoughts. She tried a new tact. If he was there, she'd leave. Either for the day if she wasn't going to be needed later, or to refill the cupboards or tackle various bits of cleaning if she was going to be needed. She encouraged as much as possible that they had time alone together. 

“Have you started the crossword yet, Seren?” David asked. 

“I have. You're going to love 3 across.” He settled at the kitchen table and pulled the paper towards him and chuckled reading the clue. 

“River's on his way.” He told her, scribbling down some answers to the crossword. Seren hummed in response and focused on the flowers she was cutting down for a vase. They soon heard the scratch of River's car on the gravel outside. “Do you think 2 down is cuddle?” David asked, going to add it to the grid. Seren peered down over his shoulder as the back door opened. 

“Nope, it's caress,” she took the pen, “see, this one is stamp. It's the first S in caress.”

“So it is.” He muttered, stealing the pen back and filling it in. “Good morning grandson.”

“Morning old man, Seren.”

“Perfect timing. You're on crossword duty, he cheats. I need to go and pick up some shopping.” 

“I do not cheat young lady.” 

Seren scoffed. “Yeah you do.” She and River scolded him in unison. 

“Anyway, I'll be back in a bit.” Seren smiled. She was almost at the safety of her car when River ducked out of the house. 

“You're avoiding me.” He stated, opening the car door for her and holding onto it. 

“Course I'm not.”

“You are,” he smirked, “you can admit it.”

“I don't need to admit anything. You call me nearly every night, how can I be avoiding you?”

“In person, when I'm here.” He stepped closer but kept the door between them. She laughed. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Every time I show up here, you make yourself scarce. Hiding away upstairs, or going out to the village?” She bit her lip and looked away from him, over his shoulder to the house.

“I'm doing my job.” She muttered lamely. He didn't respond and the silence stretched on. She itched to fill it. “It's important not to confuse David.” One eyebrow arched up but he still didn't respond as she dug deeper. “Not that I intend to confuse him at all. Look, I need to get some food in, otherwise your poor grandfather is going to be stuck with cheese on toast.” Still he didn't reply. “Ugh, fine” She threw up her hands, disgusted with how quickly she'd caved in. “Yes I'm avoiding you. Every chance I get.”

“Was that so hard?” He asked at last, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth which she was trying desperately not to stare at. “We'll talk when you get back. You can tell me about how you're confusing the old bastard and why you're avoiding me.” He teased, gesturing for her to get in the car. 

“No chance.” She scowled at him and jumped into the driver's seat, loud 00s pop music filled the air as the car started. 

“What is that shit you're listening to?” He laughed, closing the door for her. 

“Goodbye, River.” She called through the open window. He watched her drive away, the odd feeling that someone was watching crept over him. He shook it off, the old bastard was rubbing off on him. He went back to the house to check in with David. 

*

He heard her back in the kitchen before he saw her. Leaving David napping on his armchair, River put down the book he'd been reading and found her unpacking the shopping bags and singing quietly and dancing along to whatever had been on the radio in the car. Her hips swayed in time with her singing, she was totally unguarded. 

“Coffee?” He asked, making his presence known. She immediately stopped dancing. He found himself wishing he hadn't spoken up so soon.

“That's fab, thank you. David OK?”

“Having a sleep.”

“Good, he said he didn't sleep very well last night. Why on earth does he think someone's watching him?” She asked curiously. 

“Probably just paranoid.” River brushed off. “You've not seen anything weird?”

“Weird?” She laughed. “The village isn't exactly Midsomer. No, nothing weird except the perv in the butchers.”

“The butcher has a perv?” He asked with a grin.

She finished filling the fridge and turned back to the bag next to River. They stood elbow to elbow while he made coffee. 

“Honestly, every time I go in there he's… staring. Gives me the heebies.” She shivered. “It's a bit League of Gentlemen sometimes. I think the countryside always feels a bit like there's someone right behind you. It's so quiet, it's just unsettling, but then some bloody big dog appears out of nowhere and you realise you're just being an idiot.” He nodded in agreement. 

“Let me know if you have any more problems with the perv though, yeah? How's it going now the old bugger isn't being a knob?”

“Oh, he has his moments. But we're definitely getting along a lot better than we were.”

“You're good with him.”

“When he's with it… god, River he's sharp as a pin. His knowledge is incredible,” she sounded almost proud. “It makes it sadder when he's… not quite here.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. He was always the smartest in the room. He used to terrify people at work. It's so weird to see him like this now.” She covered his hand with her own and gave a little squeeze. 

“He said they used to call him the Old Bastard,” She smiled. “He's still in there.” She reassured him. He nodded gratefully. 

“Yeah, I know. I know I need to do this for him. Look after him like he did me. Anyway, tell me more about avoiding me?” He said, clearing his throat. Seren whined, leaving his mind to wander to places where he could get her to make the same sound again. 

“Can we not?” She turned to lean against the sink, her hands covering her face. He laughed.

“You brought it up, not me.”

“You brought it up, I just admitted it. Under coercion, I would like to add.”

“I don't think it's coercion when you're willing.” 

“And what gives you the impression that I'm willing?” She demanded. He shifted to put a hand either side of her on the counter. 

“Just… intuition.” Seren arched an eyebrow.

“Intuition?” She scoffed. “Doubt it.” He watched her face carefully, clocking each expression as she studiously looked anywhere except at him. He could tell that she was keeping her body as still as possible, but he could also see her mind racing. Finally she met his gaze. Her eyes fluttered shut as his nose grazed her cheek almost experimentally, her breath shaking almost as much as her hands. She felt a tiny kiss behind her ear, her body betraying her with a whimper she was certain he'd heard. His other hand came to rest on her hip, and it set her whole body alight. He held her hip with the most imperceptible grip, giving her exactly enough space to move away but silently begging her not to. She let his hand turn her slightly on the spot so she could face him better. She kept her eyes closed, felt his kiss on her jaw and her cheek before he paused. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand coming to the nape of her neck while the other stayed on her hip. She could hear only their shared breath and she could tell he was giving her enough time and space to say no. She finally opened her eyes. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back the tiniest amount. He saw a longing and an intensity he'd never seen before and he took his chance, capturing her mouth with his own again. The hard edge of the counter burned against her back while she could feel River's cock hardening against her hip bone. The analogy of being caught between a rock and a hard place was not lost on her. She slipped a hand just under the edge of his t-shirt. The warm skin of his stomach under her hand pulled her back to reality.

“This should not be happening.” She muttered through the kiss, tearing herself away. 

“Why not?”

“What about David? I don't want him to be confused. I don't want him to think I have an ulterior motive for being here.”

River frowned. “Why would he think that?”

“I don't know,” she sighed. Her hands shook with the effort of staying under her control. She felt the warmth of his body as he stood before her, it radiated from him. She leaned in, just a little, her body moving of its own volition. “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I can't do this.” He squeezed her hip lightly and nodded, pulling back further. In the hallway, came the sounds of David's footsteps making his way from the sitting room to the kitchen and River sprang back away from her without taking his eyes off her. 

“Ahh, do I smell coffee?”

“You do, old man, fancy one?” River quickly busied himself with another cup. Seren turned on her heel and plunged her hands into the cold washing up water. He watched her from the corner of his eye, the blush in her cheeks and the slight breathlessness. They were grateful that David hadn't seemed to notice the tension in the room.

“Lovely, shall we sit outside?” David suggested, the sunny afternoon catching his eye. 

“I'll bring it out.”

“Excellent, I can tell you what I want to do out there next time you're here.” He said with a chuckle, River rolled his eyes. As soon as David was out of earshot, Seren turned to River. 

“I really am sorry.” She said sadly. He held up his hands.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Just a misunderstanding.” He took up the tray, and went out into the garden.

Chapter 3

[whatachillkillyeri]

Love Amidst Persecution

Son chaeyoung x farmer female reader

Synopsis- loving someone even though its forbidden

Warning- takes place in the 17 century, mention of hanging, fuck chae father in this story, mention of homophobia

A/n- happy chae day

In the small, idyllic town of Springfield, nestled amidst the lush, rolling hills of the countryside, the air was thick with anticipation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the fields, where the crops swayed gently in the breeze. A sense of peace and contentment filled the air, as if everything was as it should be.

The people of Springfield went about their daily routines, oblivious to the events that was about to unfold in the future . Young lovers strolled hand-in-hand through the cobblestone streets, children laughed and played in the town square, and merchants busily set up their stalls, displaying their wares for all to see.

Seo y/n was a 17th century farmer girl, her hands calloused from the soil and her cheeks permanently flushed from the sun. Her home was nestled in the heart of the town, surrounded by lush fields and chattering streams. Life was simple, yet fulfilling, as she tended to her crops and cared for her livestock.

As she walked through the rows of corn, wheat, and potatoes, she hummed a cheerful tune, her basket swinging gently at her side. Suddenly, she heard a rustling nearby and stopped in her tracks. There, in the distance, she saw a figure approaching. As they drew closer, Y/N realized it was Son Chaeyoung, the daughter of the head of the town. She looked flustered and out of breath.

"Y/N, I-I'm so sorry to bother you," she panted. "My father sent me to fetch you. He needs your help with something important at the town hall." Y/N raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Chaeyoung seemed genuinely nervous, and she rarely ever saw her in the countryside. "It's nothing bad, I promise. He just wants your expertise on...on some crops that aren't doing well." Y/N hesitated, but eventually nodded. She knew Chaeyoung's father valued her knowledge and skills as a farmer. Perhaps this was a chance to strengthen their tenuous relationship.

She followed Chaeyoung back into town, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The town hall was bustling with activity, townsfolk rushing about, delivering messages and supplies. Chaeyoung led her to her father's garden . He looked up as they entered and smiled warmly. "Ah, Y/N. I'm glad you could join us. I'm sure you can help us figure out what's wrong with these crops."

Y/N nodded, trying to hide her unease. As she examined the wilting crops , she noticed something strange about them. "It looks like they're infested with aphids," she said, pointing to the tiny insects that were sucking the life out of the crops . Chaeyoung's father looked surprised. "Aphids? I've never seen them this far south before. Thank you, Y/N. You've been most helpful."

He gestured for her to sit down beside him, and they spent the next hour discussing farming techniques and strategies for dealing with the infestation. Y/N was surprised to find that Chaeyoung's father was actually quite knowledgeable about the subject, and they shared many stories and experiences.

When it was time for Y/N to return home, Chaeyoung walked her back to the edge of town. They stopped at a picturesque spot overlooking the valley, and Y/N offered Chaeyoung some freshly picked apples from her orchard. As they sat there, talking, enjoying the view and the crisp autumn air, Y/N felt a strange connection with Chaeyoung. It was as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

"You know," Chaeyoung said softly, breaking the silence, "my parents... they don't understand. They think that same sex relationship is wrong. That we should be with someone of the opposite sex. " Y/N looked at her, surprised. She knew what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.

"Well, they're wrong," she said, offering Chaeyoung a reassuring smile. "You're special, and you should be with someone who sees that." Chaeyoung blushed and looked away, playing with a stray strand of hair. "I just wish... I wish they could understand." Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand gently. "Time will change things, I'm sure of it."

They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Finally, Chaeyoung stood up, brushing the dirt from her skirt. "I should get back. Thank you again for your help today, Y/N. It means a lot." She leaned in and kissed Y/N's cheek before walking away.

Y/N watched her go with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe things would change between Chaeyoung and her parents. Maybe they would come to understand that love had no boundaries, no rules.

She gathered up the remains of the picnic and started back towards her home, lost in thought. The image of Chaeyoung's face, the way she smiled and blushed, filled her mind. The way chaeyoung looks so effortlessly gorgeous.

As she neared her orchard, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the apple trees, turning their leaves into a symphony of reds and golds. She stopped for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene, and realized that perhaps this was what love was all about. It wasn't just about being with someone you cared for, but about finding beauty and joy in the world around you.

The next few months passed by in a blur of activity. Y/N spent every spare moment helping Chaeyoung's father tend to their crops. After that she would meet up with chaeyoung. where they would shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears. Each time they parted ways, they promised to see each other soon, their words filled with hope and longing.

Despite the challenges they faced, they found solace in each other's company. They talked about their dreams for the future, about the places they wanted to visit and the things they wanted to achieve. Y/N found herself inspired by Chaeyoung's determination and resilience, while Chaeyoung admired Y/N's strength and independence. They were, in many ways, complements of each other.

One afternoon, as they sat beneath the shade of an ancient apple tree, talking about accident that their friend dahyun made, Chaeyoung leaned in and kissed Y/N. It was a soft, tender kiss that left them both breathless. For a moment, they forgot about everything else and were lost in the moment. When they finally pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with emotion.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Chaeyoung murmured, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

Y/N smiled and leaned in, kissing Chaeyoung tenderly. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above them, dappling their skin with shadows and light. The warmth from Chaeyoung's body felt so right against hers, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in the moment, the world around them fading away.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Y/N reached up to brush a strand of hair from Chaeyoung's face, her fingers trembling slightly. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "I've wanted this for so long."

They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing, the world around them seeming to slow down. Chaeyoung traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her finger, marveling at the softness of her skin. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Someone who understands me, and who I can be myself around."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for Chaeyoung. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel this way," she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through Chaeyoung's hair. "Who could make me forget about everything else and just be happy."

They lay there for a while longer, lost in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasures of their love. The sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the orchard. Eventually, they sat up, brushing the grass from their clothes. Y/N glanced around, noticing how the trees seemed to sway gently, as if they were moving to some unheard melody.

"Come with me," Y/N said, taking Chaeyoung's hand. "I want to show you something."

She led Chaeyoung through the rows of apple trees, the evening air cool against their skin. As they walked, the branches overhead swayed gently, creating a natural canopy that cast dappled shadows across their path. They emerged from the orchard and found themselves at the edge of a small meadow, dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses. A small stream trickled nearby, its waters sparkling in the fading light. grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The sky above was a deep, vibrant blue, speckled with puffy white clouds.

"This is my favorite spot," Y/N said, her voice soft with affection. "I used to come here when I needed some peace and quiet. It's where I felt closest to nature, and to myself."

Chaeyoung smiled, her eyes taking in the beauty around them. "It's beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the stream. "It's like a secret oasis, hidden away from the world."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she looked out over the meadow. "I used to come here when I needed to clear my head, or when I just wanted to feel close to something bigger than myself." She glanced at Chaeyoung, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I never imagined I'd find someone who could make me feel this way, though."

Chaeyoung smiled, stepping closer to Y/N. "Neither did I," she replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "But I'm so glad we found each other." She paused, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Because now I feel like anything is possible."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the sounds of the meadow and the stream providing a gentle background hum. Y/N leaned in, their breath mingling as she pressed her lips to Chaeyoung's. The kiss was tender and sweet, a perfect expression of the love they shared. As they pulled apart, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness, and she knew that no matter what challenges they might face in the future, they would face them together.

They stood there in the middle of the meadow, basking in the glow of their love, as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of autumn. Y/N wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort she provided.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked, looking up at Chaeyoung with a smile.

Chaeyoung laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Of course I do. You were so quiet and shy, but you had this way about you that just drew me in. I couldn't help but want to get to know you better."

They stood there for a moment, lost in their memories, before Chaeyoung turned her attention back to the present. She looked around the meadow, feeling grateful for the peace and serenity that surrounded them. "I never thought I'd find a place like this," she said, her voice barely audible. "A place where I could be truly happy."

Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "You are my happiness," she replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Chaeyoung's cheek. "And I'm yours. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together."

Their time in the meadow seemed to stretch on forever, the hours passing unnoticed as they reveled in the comfort and love they shared. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. A chill crept into the air, prompting them to move closer together for warmth.

Y/N leaned against Chaeyoung, her head resting on the girl's shoulder as they gazed up at the stars. "Do you have a favorite constellation?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the trees.

Chaeyoung shrugged. "I've always liked Orion's Belt," she replied, her breath tickling Y/N's ear. "It reminds me of when we first met. It was like fate, you know? Like the stars were aligning just for us."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at the mention of their meeting. "That's a beautiful way to think about it," she said softly. "I think I'll always remember that night too. It feels like a dream sometimes, being with you like this."

As they continued to watch the stars, the sounds of the forest began to fade away, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze picked up. The air grew colder still, but neither of them seemed to notice or mind. They were content just being together, wrapped in each other's warmth and love.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like," Y/N asked, her voice barely audible over the whispering of the trees, "if we could travel to each of those stars? To see the worlds they're part of, the people who live there?" She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the vastness of the universe, the endless possibilities that lay before them.

Chaeyoung paused for a moment, considering the question. The stars above them seemed to dance in the darkness, their twinkling light casting a soft glow over the meadow. "I think it would be incredible," she finally replied, her voice tinged with awe. "But I think the best part would be coming back here, to this place. To know that no matter where we go or what we see, we'll always have each other. And this place will always be our home."

They sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the night. Y/N felt her heart swell with love and gratitude for Chaeyoung, for the life they shared together. She knew that their love was special, that they were meant to be together. As she looked up at the stars, she made a silent promise to herself: no matter what challenges they might face in the future, she would always fight for their love. She would never take Chaeyoung for granted, and she would do everything in her power to make her happy.

Eventually, the chill in the air grew too intense for them to ignore, and they stood, stretching their limbs and yawning. "You should go back home ," Y/N said, her voice husky with sleep. "It's getting late. And I don’t want you to get in trouble”

Chaeyoung nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She knew that the night couldn't last forever, but she didn't want to leave this place. She didn't want to leave the feeling of peace and contentment that came with being wrapped up in Y/N's love. But she also knew that if they get caught there will be consequences.

As chaeyoung was sneaking back home, she didn’t notice her father siting on the chair in the dining room.

“Where were you… let me guess out sucking the face off that bloody witch.”her father said. Chaeyoung was shocked. “Why so shocked? You thought I wouldn’t know, I have eyes on you everywhere.” he added.

“So you was spying on me, where’s the trust in that father.” Chaeyoung said. “You broke the trust as soon as you kiss that witch” he responded quickly.

“ oh bloody hell so what I like y/n what wrong about th-” she got cut off with a slap by her father.

“ you don’t like that thing, you don’t even know what love is. She must had put a spell on you to make you believe that .” he said angrily. “ she needs to pay for what she is doing to your mind” he said then went over to grab a torch. He walks out of the house. That’s when chaeyoung realizes what he means by that a rush to y/n cabin.

-

"Chaeyoung," y/n whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? Your father gonna kill me if he found you here."

Chaeyoung knelt beside her, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. " you need to get out of here , my father is ordering the town to find you ." She wiped the tears from her face, as she gently brushing her knuckles against y/n cheek. "Please, y/n, get out of here, while you still can."

But it was too late. The sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the field. The townspeople had found them. They encircled them, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They had found y/n, the witch who dared to love another woman especially the daughter of the town . They grabbed her roughly, tearing at her clothes, pulling her away from Chaeyoung. As they dragged her away, she struggled, desperate to reach Chaeyoung one last time, to tell her that she loved her, that it would all be alright.

"Witch! Witch! Hang her at the stake!" they cried, their faces twisted with rage and fear.

Chaeyoung followed, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking with every step. She begged and pleaded with them to let her go, but they ignored her. They forced her to watch as they hung y/n from the gallows, her body twitching and jerking with each agonizing breath.

As y/n's life faded from her eyes, she looked down at Chaeyoung, her love, the only thing in the world that made her life worth living. "Chaeyoung," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love you. And I will never ever stop loving you. No matter what happens to me right now, it would never destroy my love for you." With those final words, y/n's soul left her body, as she was hanging from the tree. Chaeyoung screamed, her voice echoing through the fields, the sound of her anguish piercing the very heavens.

The townspeople, satisfied that justice had been served, turned their backs on Chaeyoung, leaving her alone to grieve. But even as they walked away, they could not escape the haunting image of the two lovers, torn apart by a world that could not understand their love. And so, their story lived on, a tragic testament to the enduring power of love, even in the darkest of times.

The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of y/n. Chaeyoung remained at the foot of the gallows, her body racked with sobs, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She clutched at the dirt, refusing to let go, as if somehow she could bring y/n back. But she knew deep down that this was not the end. There was something still pulling her forward, some unspoken promise that their love would find a way to survive.

Night fell, and the stars twinkled in the inky black sky. Chaeyoung's tears finally dried up, leaving her chest heaving with the memory of each sob. She looked up at the stars, searching for some sign, some hope that they would find a way back to each other. And as she stood there, gazing up at the heavens, she swore an oath: she would spend the rest of her life seeking out others like them, those who dared to love against the tide of public opinion. She would fight for their right to be together, to live their lives as they saw fit, free from the judgment of a world that could not understand.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Chaeyoung's determination only grew stronger, her resolve unshakeable. She became a symbol of hope for those who found themselves in her situation, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though y/n was gone, her spirit lived on through Chaeyoung, guiding her every step of the way.

Years passed, and the world began to change. Slowly, but surely, people began to see the error of their ways, to understand that love knew no bounds, no gender, no race. It was a victory of the heart over the head, of compassion over fear. And as Chaeyoung watched this transformation unfold before her eyes, she knew that her love for y/n had not been in vain. She had made a difference, however small, and for that she was eternally grateful.

Eventually, Chaeyoung found herself standing before a great crowd, addressing them with a voice that rang clear and true. "We must never forget the sacrifices that have been made for our freedom," she said, her gaze fixed on the sky, as if y/n were standing there beside her. "We must honor their memory by continuing to fight for justice, for equality, for love. For as long as there is one person left who dares to love against the tide, we will be there to fight by their side." And with that, a roar went up from the crowd, a testament to the enduring power of love and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to follow their hearts.

The years passed, and Chaeyoung grew old, but she never stopped fighting. Her story became legend, a reminder to all who heard it of the incredible strength that can be found in the human heart when it dares to love truly and fiercely. And though y/n's body was gone, her love for Chaeyoung lived on, etched into the very fabric of history, a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure against all odds.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Dogma and the Mouse Droid pt.8

Dogma, carefully cleaning Buggy who came out of the vents covered in a collection of dust bunnies: You really need to be more careful of which section of the base's vents you go into. Some of those vents are older than even the Chancellor himself... Buggy, beeping sadly as he tries to purge all the dust clinging to his cooling fan: <:( Dogma: Well, at least you're brave enough to try to clean those areas. Buggy, chirping fondly at him: :D Caprichoso, walking into the barracks and spotting Dogma: Oh, hi Dogma! Who's your little buddy? Buggy: ??? Dogma: Oh, hello Caprichoso. This is Buggy. Caprichoso: Aww, he has a little chevron paintjob on him! That's neat! Dogma: Yeah... He wanted to distinguish himself from his peers. Caprichoso, sitting down next to Dogma: Who doesn't? Being carbon copies is honestly so boring... Even droids deserve to be more than just another unit among who knows how many... Dogma, noticing that Capri seems to be in a bit of a mood: ...Is everything alright? Caprichoso, looking to him in question: Hm? Oh uh, yeah... Just had... A bit of a falling out with a few guys is all. Nothing I can't handle really, just... Annoying. Dogma: Ah. I see. -returning his attention to cleaning the little mouse droid- Caprichoso: I'm just... Frustrated with the situation. I hate it when people just, ignore the facts and don't listen to me. Dogma: ... I've learned that if people refuse to listen you might as well just give up and fall into silence. Continuing to push will only start a fight or make others unwilling to be in your presence. Caprichoso: What? No way! If I got my two credits to give and am doing it to help, then they better damn well listen to me instead of karking off to get themselves into trouble! We clones have to stick to each other you know? Vode an and all that! Dogma: ... We're not Mandalorians. That doesn't apply to us at all. Caprichoso: We don't need to be Mandos to value our brotherhood! We learned that on Kamino! No brother left behind! Dogma: Yes. We learned that on Kamino. But we're not on Kamino anymore... What we learned there doesn't seem to apply anymore. Especially when you're... Caprichoso: ...Yes? Dogma, frowning before putting Buggy back on the ground: ...Nevermind. I'm going to wash up and go to bed. I have a shift at 0600... Buggy & Caprichoso, watching Dogma go before exchanging glances: Caprichoso: ...Boy it's not just those guys who can't see who's at fault for Umbara. Dogma's also blaming himself something fierce isn't he? Buggy, trilling sadly in confirmation: Caprichoso: Well... For what it's worth, I'm glad he at least has someone in his corner. You're a good friend little buddy! Buggy, beeping happily: :D

[shithowdy]

I’ve been following you vaguely since ~2015 on and off (as I have been on and off tumblr). I initially followed you because we shared a brainrot for Death Knights and I loved your art style. The elements that always stood out to me were colour, line, and shape. That sounds basic, but when it comes to art, mastering those basics can take a lifetime. I love how solid and bold the shapes you use are. The way you use line is striking. The colours you use always whack me over the head with how perfect and vibrant they seem in every piece. I’m sorry to hear things have been rough - it’s been a horrendous few years for so many people. But I’m incredibly glad you’re still out here creating.

Also, I know how discouraging it can feel to equate art with social currency. Like it’s your only value. As much as I love your art, I primarily follow you for you. You have clever and articulate opinions, you’re funny and compassionate.

I hope you feel better soon

I'm struggling to articulate a response to all the kind words I've received over the past few days since I made that post about my ailing relationship with my art, but I can't let it slip by in silence that you have all been so kind, and I am so genuinely touched by your words.

It's so easy to lose track of why you make things at all when the world around you is constantly trying to encourage competition, monetization, an audience. Somehow the brainrot of "line go up" has infected the very act of self-expression for me and countless others, and though it's painful to reach out and ask for kindness... seeing it be so readily given cheapens that line back into the meaningless metrics it represents when compared to the actual impact creation can have.

I do have an identity, and you guys have helped me see that. Thank you.

[shangrila11]

A talk // Dan Heng x Trailblazer (HSR)

Slight spoiler warning for the Trailblaze mission, Topclouded Towerthrust!

Dan Heng took a deep breath before walking towards the Trailblazer who was gazing out at the sea. The waves lapped against the shore, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic rhythm. It was difficult to believe that the Xianzhou Luofu was currently plunged into chaos with such a tranquil scenery.

"... Hey," he greeted calmly.

"Hey," they greeted back simply, turning to face him. Silence fell between the two of them and Dan Heng didn't like that one bit. Whenever the two of them hung out, the silence between them wasn't usually this... awkward. And so clearing his throat, the dark haired male decided to break the silence.

"Are you... mad at me?" he asked cautiously.

"I... wouldn't say that," the Trailblazer replied after a beat. They tried to keep their voice even but couldn't hide the tremor in it. "To be honest, a lot of emotions are going through me right. Do you know how worried I was when you didn't reply to my messages? I know that there was some sort of interference or something but still." They sighed. Dan Heng nodded, encouraging them to continue.

"And then I found out that you are a Vidyadhara descendant. I... just wish you told me," they finished.

"I'm sorry," the male apologised.

"It's fine. I'm just glad that you're alright," the Trailblazer offered him a small smile. A wave of relief washed over Dan Heng. The earlier tension between them seemed to be resolved. That was good. He... valued the Trailblazer's companionship and didn't want things to remain awkward between them for long.

"And I'm relieved that you and everyone else are unharmed as well," Dan Heng replied. The Trailblazer's smile widened. They took a few steps towards the Vidyadhara descendant and eyed him up and down.

"Now that I'm taking a closer look, you look great in this form too," they complimented. Dan Heng's heart skipped a beat and he was certain that his pointy ears were a little red then but he quickly recomposed himself.

"I'm glad you think so. Thank you," he answered. The Trailblazer gently grabbed Dan Heng's hand and squeezed it.

"Alright. We have your home to save. So do what you have to do. I believe in you," they grinned. Dan Heng nodded.

"I'll do my best," he promised. He let go of his companion's hand somewhat reluctantly, the warmth of their hand still lingering in his. He made his way to the statue of the High Elder...

(The picture does not belong to me. Credit goes to Hoyoverse)

[zzprompto]

☆ the moments after

dion lesage x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] comforts dion with his worries after an intimate night. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

- brief mentions of sex but no nsfw.

the lowercase is intentional !

the air was thick and heavy, the moments of your intimacy with dion lingering in the air as the two of you pant heavily. dion holds you close, even though the two of you are sweaty and extremely warm. he just confides in you.

"thank you for that, [name]." the prince whispers, kissing your forehead as he snakes his arms around your waist to drag you in even closer. you chuckle hearing how thankful he is. "you don't have to thank me, we are lovers after all. this is normal, dion." you whisper back, resting your head on his chest. "even though we are lovers, i feel like i need to thank you. you've helped me relieve my stress today, and i'm glad." dion sighed, placing a kiss to your cheek this time. "plus, me thanking you just shows you how much i care for you, does it not?" the prince ruffles your hair with a small smile on his face.

the dim lights in the tent reflect off of your bodies and you see dion's smile. so naturally, you smile back. you absolutely love how caring dion was in private and off of the battle field. he truly made you weak in the knees, and he always made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

you lean in even closer to dion and kiss his lips, sweetly and tenderly. it wasn't filled with the same intense passion and heat as it was a few minutes prior. it was just filled with an innocent love that the two men shared for eachother.

once the kiss ends, the two men pull away and stay close to eachother on the bed still. their naked bodies touching, and their gazes on eachother. you look at dion with so much love, and he looks at you the same. yet, it was almost as if the two of you always competed to see who loved who the most.

"i love you." you speak softly, not wanting anyone else to hear this exchange, even though nobody would dare step into the prince's private tent this late. "as do i. i love you too, [name]." dion responds, sharing the same soft tone that you spoke with.

"i am truly glad we could spend tonight together." the prince starts, and you listen. you always listened to him, because your ears never wanted to listen to anything else. "life has just been so stressful, all of my duties as prince and bahamut.. it piles up and takes a toll on me, even if i do not show it." he sighs, a frown tugging at his lips, but he's still glad you're listening.

you stroke dion's blonde hair gently, humming along to what he has to say. "well, you have put up with a lot. you are very strong, my prince." you say, trying to reassure the man who was laying next to you. dion sighs again, still feeling affected by all of his duties. you understand, being in his position must be tough - your own family using you for your powers in war. it's cruel, and dion knew it all too well.

"i guess i am strong, but that's all people value me for." dion mumbles, leaning in to your touch, your warmth. "they don't chose to think about what the prince feels.. ever since that traitor walked into my father's life, everything has gone downhill." he shook his head, acting as if that would help him get his mind off of things. it wouldn't. of course it wouldn't.

for a few moments, you lay in the bed with dion in silence. it's not a bad, awkward silence. it's a comforting one that lets dion know you're listening. "dion..." you start, not knowing how to finish your sentence. instead, you just press a kiss to dion's lips yet again, wanting him to know that you care. luckily, he understood the message like he always did.

"i'll always be here for you, dion." you whisper against the prince's lips as you part from the kiss. he nods in response, his frown ripped away from his face, returning to a smile. "no matter what you do, or what happens, i'll always be here for you. i love you." you reassure dion, and he nods again, still pressing your bare body against his. "i love you too. i know i can count on you no matter what." he replies back, not wanting to let go of you. he was always going to stick by you, no matter what. he wasn't going to go back on his words now.

and then the two of you layed together for the rest of the night, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears and stealing kisses. oh how you both loved the moments after..

☆ requests ▪︎ masterlist

☆ author's note: me and dion are actually married ?? i am terence.

[anjumbai]

The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi - Thoughts

" 'a clever hawk hides its talons,' I had modestly kept my good sense and talents hidden so no one would find them, but I did such a good job that I hadn't been able to locate them myself for the past few years." "Rather than speaking grammatically bankrupt English, I would choose the glory of silence. I am a man who looks before he leaps." "When you fall in love, you realize how pathetic you are."

A spectacular comedy and a well presented view on life. I love Tatami Galaxy. Back when I first watched the anime without even knowing its source material was a novel, I was absolutely astounded by how bizarre yet beautiful it was. Masaaki Yuasa had brought this book to life, put his own style and story in it and presented the opportunity for this beautiful book cover. The seemingly obvious differences in the anime and novel can't really throw you off if there's a huge gap in terms of when you consumed each form of the story. The differences are massive, and in a good way. I didn't know I could enjoy the same story in so many different ways. The novel only had four chapters in total, while the anime had 10 episodes, extending the storyline with the characters and events hinted in the novel and chose to go with a different ending which I can't even remember anymore.

I watched the anime in around 2021 and it's still one of my most favorite anime. I'm really glad that the book is less repetitive. You can just stroll through the repeated dialogues without much attention. The similarity in both pieces of media is that they both flesh out the main character, whose name we never find out in an accomplished and fulfilling way. While novels like these heavily rely on witty monologues, most adaptations can't use monologues like this since you are adapting the same story to portray it in a different way. A same-to-same adaptation never really holds well except for maybe the relationships anime and manga have. But even anime find ways to spectacularize bland manga panels with stunning animation. An example of monologues making adaptations difficult is Classroom of the Elite. It's an old light novel I used to keep up with after watching the anime. And reading the light novel made me realize how bland the anime actually is since the light novel depended solely on the protagonists internal monologue while the anime chose to adapt none of that, while also not giving us any other medium that fleshes out his character (interactions, conversations etc). It just left out the monologue part and adapted the rest of it, making the anime void of any creativity whatsoever. Tatami Galaxy, however, adapted most of the monologue. Not only that, the voice actor practically rapped out the monologue making you change the speed setting to .5 just to keep up with what he's saying. This is creativity in varying mediums.

The novel chose to use repeated dialogues in four different chapters to flesh out our main character in the final one. I love how the novel ended, and its worth talking about again once I re-watch the anime ( I might one day, you never know ).

Tatami Galaxy is hilarious. So many fun interactions and interesting characters, absolutely amazing monologue and bizarre events you just can't make up take place in the novel. I haven't highlighted this many dialogues for their comedic value instead of emotional depth since American Psycho. And it doesn't even have any blood involved. How amazing is that. One thing the translator added to her notes was the love of Tomihiko Morimi for Kyoto, Japan. It really shows in the novel, this love of his. Both the anime and novel have amalgamated a hearty image of Kyoto in my mind, making me put Kyoto in the bucket list of the places I want to visit. I also wanna sit down and talk for hours with my wife next to the Kamo River while some bastards blow firecrackers around us cause they are single and mad and will obstruct other people's love affairs cause they can't make one of their own. Sounds fun.

I have also decided to say "idiocy doesn't discriminate between sexes" to sound like some sort of 90 year old man trapped inside a 19 year-old's body. The book really takes narrating to a whole different level. It has changed my views on reading books. Books don't have to always be serious, deep or emotional. It can just be a comedy, bizarre and chaotic. Books like Clockwork Orange and Master and Margarita may have provided me with these before but the overall difficult language barrier just made it difficult to fully enjoy those books in the first try. Salute to Morimi and sending my heart out to the gifter of this book, you are amazing. I will pick up more and more titles from Morimi since I love his narrative structure and witty remarks and references.

The book plays out in a chaotic fashion while also hinting out important life lessons. Our nameless protagonist has wasted two years of his university life and has been loveless and achievement-less. He has regretted his decisions and kept on saying stuff like "If only I had made that decision instead of this" without really taking initiative to change things now. The first three chapters mock his ideas, showing three different decisions in his life that play out the same way. The final chapter felt more like a self-searching kind of chapter. The narrator getting trapped in an endless four and half mat tatami universe, finally deciding to appreciate people and moments. His devious friend Ozu, who he wished he never met, he starts missing. The four and a half mat tatami room he isolated himself in, he starts hating. The seemingly annoying and chaotic moments of his life seem fun and when he finally frees himself from the tatami universe, the world seems full of life. He gets out a newer man. Making changes now and overlooking his past decisions instead of wallowing over them.

It also has a really cute, I don't know the word, romantic aspect to it? Okay maybe not romance. Akashi and the nameless narrators interactions were my favourite and the chapters always ended after hinting a possible relationship between the two. Because, you know what they say- "There's nothing so worthless to speak of as a love mature."

9/10. Enjoyed, laughed and closed the book with a huge smile on my face. Here's a cute picture of the Mochigumen Rangers.

"Your life hasn't even started yet and you're already lost?"

[houkagokappa]

I stayed to watch anime because I have zero desire to watch anything on my own these days lmao, and I'm glad I did because we saw some good episodes!!

We watched the gacha episode of Odd Taxi. I've seen clips from it, so I knew what was coming with the dodo, but I was not expecting the YJA bidding bit. It killed me, because I too have gotten stuck in bidding wars (last spring I spent more than twice over my limit on a gorgeous fukuro obi ahahaha rip me altho it was worth it in the end).

I'm really liking Odd Taxi, I love how contemporary and human it is (despite the animal characters heh), especially how they've managed to include social media in a way that feels real and not overly forced or ridiculed. I'm also a huge fan of stories with a big cast of characters with their own separate story lines that eventually mix. I think it's very neat and cool to see how one seemingly small action ends up being significant for someone or something else. The only problem with this is, that because I watch this show with two weeks between each episode, it's a bit difficult to remember everything that might be of importance, or how one thing came to be. It definitely feels like a show with a lot of rewatch value to catch all the connections and foreshadowing.

I was also very happy to stay and watch more Gankutsuou. We're only on episode 3, but so far I've loved every single minute of it. I can't wait to see where this goes, because I can tell that the tension and drama will be delicious and heart wrenching.

Great Pretender was a lot of fun as well. It's cool to see characters outsmart each other and satisfying when it looks like they're about to get caught, but it turns out that they've thought and prepared for everything in advance. I don't know how Edamura will get out of preparing sakura magic in front of the director, but I'm sure he'll find a way.

I did sneak out a bit during Kamichu! to see the final minutes of TRHPS, because I had to see what kind of vibe they were having. I could barely hear anything from them, so at times I questioned if they were even watching it?? But they were, just in complete silence. I guess that's one way to do it.

Earlier I talked about not liking Kamichu! a whole lot, and while it's certainly not a favourite of mine, some episodes have been decent. The episode I missed half of had Yurie negotiate with a martian on behalf of the prime minister which was/seemed fun! The second episode we watched had her be sick and lonely for a few days, which felt incredibly pointless and boring to me, although I get how it might feel significant for someone in middle school.

Then we watched episode 4 of Bokurano where the kids finally learn that Zearth runs on their life forces. I liked this episode, and I'm glad to see how Kodama got to learn his lesson and then die. I'm curious to see what will happen next and how the whole series will end.

Finally, we watched two episodes of Tomo-chan wa Onnanoko! In my last post I was cautiously optimistic about it, and now I can confirm that it's a good show! It's funny, the bits are short enough not to get overplayed, it has very nice character dynamics and interactions and it doesn't solely focus on the romance, so that part hasn't gotten stale in any way. It really helps that Tomo and Jun are best friends, so they bounce back from all the misunderstandings and awkwardness without it becoming a huge deal. It's also sweet to see how clearly Jun likes her back, making the show a wholesome slow-burn. Also, it's really cool to see a tomboyish lead who's very comfortable with themselves and their style, and how whenever she does try to be more feminine (to catch Jun's attention as per the premise of the show) she tends to do it on her terms.

Overall I'm happy with what we're watching (except for Kamichu! which I could live without).

[shinakazami1]

Honestly I'm so sorry about how you were treated this past while, I can sympathizes with u cause something similar happened to me like 3 years ago too with a bigger audience. Its unfortunate alot of ppl take things at face value and never looks deeper into things, you didn't deserve to be treated like that and hopefully after some time you'll gain some trust back that the fandom broke with you. I wouldn't blame you if you are furious at some people. When I first saw it I didn't even realize you had more socials besides AO3 (very dumb of me ik lol,, also I love your "a good luck charm" fic sm it makes me naw at my enclosure) and was BAFFLED at the accusations with the lack of proof, and I really wish more people thought like that too, but alas people follow blindly. You definitely did everything right, taking accountability of your mistakes and fixing them. I wish you the best and hope the rest of this year treats you softly and warm <3 if you ever wanna just scream and let out some of those built up emotions u probably have dont be afraid to reach out cause ill be like those drunk bitches at a party who back u tf up<<333

Thank you for coming here. I'm glad you can enjoy that work - Since my collab partner left the fandom, I have been having a hard time returning to it but I do hope to give Good Luck Charm justice :]

I don't really know if I want the trust of people who chose to judge without any proof but, I know they got the information from a figure many look up to.

I do know my trust for them had gotten smaller. The effects of everything on me isn't exactly something many considered - during the whole thing, I couldn't eat for several days and had gotten sick for a few weeks. But I didn't intend to really inform folks openly about it as my health was not important in the moment and certainly I wouldn't want to seem I use it to get pity. I really didn't want yes men in all this, I wanted folks to at least listen to the actual proof of what did happen.

I do feel my privacy was never respected, as stated otherwise by them. If that were the case - this would have been discussed privately and details would have been ironed. And with how many people got involved due to being pinged in the server, I feel it should have accounted by people who in charge. While in the end it seemed to have been discussed - I feel it was a bit too late. And the responsibility wasn't taken in the other side.

Had I done well with my response to the situation? I think so, but I don't know if some things couldn't have been some better but I certainly don't want to have round two to figure that out.

But thank you kindly, for your support. It truly means a lot.

And even if I'm angry at many people who kept silence - I get it, to some extend. But I'm most glad for those who did decide to break it, like you.

Thank you for the wishes, hope the same for you!

[the-love-cafe]

For platonic love event!

There are so many amazing people that have been in my life to shape how I am today. And one of them undoubtebly would be a close friend of mine, jae. Now we are no longer friends but his personality is something I'll always remember and his fun loving attitude made me survive through a lot of harsh times. You'll always be a great memory.

It's pretty self-explanatory how I'll never shut up about Nana, @loveliestfelix cuz she made me start writing here; my ultimate muse. Also one of my oldest moots alongside sav & amour. I am really grateful to have met her.

Quel, @gyuletters my love! She is the sweetest alright? You're always so energetic and full of ideas. I love her aesthetic, she is so kind! And these past few days have been amazing running the cafe with her.

Amour! @huenation, I always want to talk to you more but could never gain the courage. She is always insanely kind and really a strong person to look upto as well. Her blog gives me so much hope, and it makes me wish we both can find happiness one day, everyday.

Ghost @shutupheathersorryheatherr , has such boss bitch energy I swear! She is ardent in conversations, even if silence takes place sometimes. She always has a way of engaging me and she is super fun & comfortable to be around, I'd kill to be besties with her in real life.

I can't conclude it without my itgirl @itgirlgyu, Qiwi! I sincerely wish yt algorithm stops showing me qiwi chopping videos. I can't miss you anymore T^T You realize the value of something once you've lost it and I recently had a similar experience. Now Qiwi is so easy to get along with. She has that spirit as well as creating a comfy space for you to blend into. Ofc I look upto her as a writer but much more as a person.

yours, yerin~

I'd like a Sweet pink mint and 3 Pearl macarons please ♡

here's your sweet order! this is so adorable and lovely! i'm sure all of your friends will be more than glad to read this. tysm for sending your confession in. ♡

taking your order; barista - star ☆.

ITEM NAME ͏ ͏͏ - QTY ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏- AMOUNT

SWEET PINK MINT ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏- 01 - ♡2.60

PEARL MACARONS - 03 - ♡1.00 × 3

CONFESSION DISCOUNT ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏- ♡1.00

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thank you for purchasing . . .

༄𖦹꩜ 𓇼 Platonic love event || how to confess ✉︎

[jaydaaasworld]

Bound by Connection

Content Warning: This fictional scenario contains themes of romantic relationships and may evoke emotions related to love and companionship. Please note that it is a work of fiction and not a real-life account.

derek morgan x black fem reader

As Derek Morgan walked into the bustling bullpen at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, his eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar face. There she was, Y/N, the intelligent and determined black agent who had recently joined the team. Her presence always seemed to light up the room, and Derek couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

Over the past few months, Derek and Y/N had developed a strong friendship, constantly bantering and supporting each other through the challenges they faced as FBI agents. They shared a deep connection and an unspoken understanding that went beyond words.

One evening, after a particularly challenging case, Derek found himself lingering in the office. He watched as Y/N meticulously organized her files, her focused expression highlighting her beauty. Gathering his courage, Derek walked over to her desk.

"Hey, Y/N," Derek said with a warm smile. "Care to join me for a late-night coffee? I could use some company."

Y/N looked up, a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. "Sure, Derek. I could use a break too."

They walked together to a nearby coffee shop, finding a cozy corner booth. As they sipped their drinks and shared stories, Derek couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them, something worth exploring.

"Derek, can I be honest with you?" Y/N spoke softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"Of course, Y/N," Derek replied, leaning in slightly.

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I've always admired your dedication and the way you treat everyone with respect, regardless of their background. It's refreshing to see someone who values diversity and understands the struggles people like me face. I feel like we have a special connection, and I can't deny that it's more than just friendship to me."

Derek's heart skipped a beat, his gaze meeting Y/N's. "Y/N, you have no idea how long I've been feeling the same way. I've been hesitant to say anything, afraid of jeopardizing our friendship, but I can't deny how much I care about you."

A shy smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips. "I'm glad you feel the same way, Derek. Let's take this step by step and see where it leads us."

From that night forward, Derek and Y/N's relationship grew into something beautiful. They navigated the challenges of their demanding careers together, supporting and inspiring each other. Their shared experiences, laughter, and unwavering love became the foundation of a relationship built on trust, respect, and the beautiful bond between two souls.

[niemernuet]

Short entry for the third prompt of this year's off-season winter sports fandom challenge. This weeks' prompt:

❄️ Late Night Calls ❄️

rating: T pairing: Henrik Kristoffersen & AJ Ginnis, pre-Henrik Kristoffersen/Marcel Hirscher characters: Henrik Kristoffersen, AJ Ginnis, Marcel Hirscher (mentioned) length: 1'200 words

"…yeah?"

"I'msorryI'mcallingsolatepleasedon'thangupit'simportant."

"Wha…?"

"Remember how I called you a pathetic coward when you left? Also an asshole and a waste of perfectly good talent and that I'd rather suck Schröcksnadel's dick than go out with you? Well, I just…"

"Sorry, who is…"

"Don't interrupt, I can only do this once. I just wanted to say that I was lying then. I mean, you are an asshole and you did waste your good talent when you left but I only said that because you retiring felt like bailing. On me. Because the truth…"

"Ahm, I think you…"

"I said shut up! I love you, you idiot! Have for a long time. For so long I couldn't even admit it to myself. But these past years, and especially this season, it became so fucking clear to me how much I was lying to myself. I always said I felt these things in me because you were the best of all of us, because your skiing was just out of this world but I mean Odermatt skis just as nice as you but when I watch him I only want to puke, and I realise…"

"Dude, you really…"

"Only one more thing! It's been a really long day and I'm kind of drunk but I just wanted to say that this medal is for you. I know most people who say this are lying but it's true. I mean, I did want to win for myself but not as much as I wanted to win for you, and…and I'm glad we're working together. And I'm sorry if I just made things awkward but I just had to say it."

AJ rubbed his eyes with his free hand, and scratched the stubble around his chin. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, I'm…wait, who…?" Henrik's voice broke off, and AJ could practically hear the penny drop in his head.

"That's what I wanted to say," AJ chuckled. "You have the wrong number."

For a few moments, the shocked silence at the other end of the line made AJ doubt that Henrik was still conscious. Eventually, he found his voice again, at first softly but gradually louder. "No no no nonononoNONONONO…"

"Hey!" AJ interrupted while Henrik kept repeating that one word. His voice drifted away, as if he was moving the phone, and AJ had to shout: "Don't hang up now!" He looked around, trying to hear with his uncovered ear whether he had woken the rest of the team in the small apartment but luckily they all seemed to stay in their drunken slumber. His eyes fell on the silver medal on the night stand, and his heart picked up speed. It still did not feel real.

"Fuck!" That word was loud and clear again.

AJ laughed. "That's what I'm saying. I thought we had something, man. Or did our hugs today mean nothing to you?"

"Fuck!" Henrik groaned, only talking to himself. "Damn it, I knew this was a mistake. Why did I accept these drinks...it's the middle of the fucking season! Oh god, this is…" He took a deep breath, and AJ heard something rustling in the background. When Henrik spoke again, his voice sounded the way it always did, a little bit cocky, a little bit grating, a brittle veneer to hide the soft core that had broken through this past afternoon.

"What do you want?"

AJ paused. "What?"

"What do you want from me that you won't tell everyone and their service man at breakfast what I…what I just said?"

There was the old Henrik again, the one that snapped and barked at every skier who dared to slide into his field of vision during inspection, and though AJ had meant his words as a joke he suddenly felt irrationally miffed that Henrik apparently valued their shared experience that little.

"I'm not going to tattle," he huffed, and stood up from his bed. The gap between the bed and the wall was barely wider than his foot, and carefully he shuffled along the narrow path..

"Really, whatever you say, I…"

"Henrik!" AJ interrupted him sharply. "I swear I'm not going to gossip." Finally he reached the foot end of the bed where the wall retreated just enough to leave space for his suitcases, stubbed his toe against one of them, swore under his breath, and hopped over to the window. Henrik stayed silent the entire time, and only piped up again when AJ was leaning over the sill, sucking in the freezing air of the night.

"Thank you," he muttered.

"Though you can be glad we splurged on three bedrooms for the World Championships," AJ said. "Otherwise Gaby and Sandy would have heard your monologue too and I could not vouch for them."

Henrik laughed softly. There were no street lamps on this side of the house, and in the parking lot the Greek Ski Team's aging bus was only visible as a dark shadow.

AJ tried to catch a glimpse of the sky far above Courchevel but the roofs of the houses around them were too close.

"So, I guess you tried to reach…Hirscher?" AJ eventually asked the question.

Henrik's only response was a grunt, which AJ took as affirmation.

"Ok…," AJ mused. He only wore boxer briefs and a thin shirt, and first shivers ran down his spine. He closed the window, and traipsed back towards the bed. "Honestly, I didn't know you two weren't already…you know…."

"What made you think that?" Henrik asked, and sounded so much like his usual snippy self that AJ burst out laughing.

"I don't know, maybe the way you two look at each other during trainings? Or the way he talks about you in interviews?"

"He's contractually obligated to say these things," AJ muttered between clenched teeth.

"M-hm…and your excuse for the long, passionate looks?"

Henrik paused for a moment before: "Fuck you."

AJ chuckled. He sat down on the bed with his back against the wall, and pulled the blanket over his legs.

"No, there's nothing between us except business," Henrik continued. "I…said some things…when he retired."

"The thing about Schröcksnadel's dick? Yeah, I heard."

For a while, undefinable noise wafted through the phone, and AJ could not hear whether Henrik was laughing or crying.

"Yes, that…and other stuff," he eventually managed.

"M-hm." For a second AJ took his phone away from his ear, and checked the time. Only two more hours before they would have to leave for the airport. "Can I give you a bit of friendly advice? Like, speaking as the guy who was pressed against your chest for the better part of yesterday?"

This time the laugh was unmistakable. "Okay?"

"Tell him in person!"

Henrik did not even hesitate. "No way! I can't…"

AJ did not let him finish. "Tell! Him! I swear, he’s just waiting for this. Not the thing about Schröcksnadel, or that he’s an ass, skip that. But all the rest.”

Silence followed, only interrupted from Henrik breathing into the speaker. “God…,” he muttered eventually.

“Trust me. Do you think I’m the only one who registers the way you two morons look at each other? He asked you to race on his skis for crying out loud! He gave you a bloody ring you blind idiot!”

Henrik laughed. He hesitated before he answered. “Ah hell, it’s not like I’ll call him tonight anymore. I’m too sober now.”

“But the next time you see him!” AJ said. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Henrik chuckled.

“No thinking, you did too much of that. Act now!”

“I can’t act now, we’re leaving for America in about three hours!”

AJ sank back into the pillow. “Oh, right. But as soon as we’re back I’ll hold you to it.”

Henrik laughed again. “You do that.”

“I will.”

For a few seconds, they sat in amiable silence.

“Okay,” Henrik began after a while. “Thanks…for…you know.”

AJ grinned. “Always.”