#ty for the compliments!!!!! I'm really really flattered thank you

[sleepykas]

God i love Hireath so far. Like you don't understand how refreshing it is to find such a well written fabrication where Sun and Moon act like their in-game self. Also I live your asshole Sun like WOW he's amazingly written- the passive aggressive and straight up aggressive uncalled for behavior has me wild. Not even to mention Moon- he's my favorite character thus far. He's just a little prankster guy. He's just so him. Rrr I love your writing style and Y/N like yay! We have a backbone! Very good. Anyways, I will be eagerly awaiting the next chapter! Love your work!

WAIT HOLD UP. WAIT. YOUR HONOR. I'M SO FLATTERED OH MY GOD. THANK YOU!!!!!

[ddejavvu]

eddie being the speaker for venom’s adoring rant he eventually goes on at the end of your date when you’re just slowly strolling through a park, taking the long way home just to draw the evening out (but also eddie filtering it because some of the points are VERY INAPPROPRIATE and so venom gets mad and eventually takes over even though you are in public)

This post is 18+, minors dni.

"You're very pretty," Eddie narrates the voice in his head, but he shakes his head and tries again, "Pret-ty. He says- He says it weird, like prit-ty."

"Pretty," You try, voice low and gruff in a poor attempt to match Venom's, "Like that?"

"Spot on," Eddie laughs, and you let your chest shake with giggles as you roam down the sidewalk, "And he says your dress makes him think of blood, which," Eddie grimaces, "I'm sure, in his mind, is a compliment."

"Hm," You hum, glancing down at the red fabric you're draped in, "Yeah, I'll choose to take that kindly."

"And he wants to- woah," Eddie's eyes go wide and his hand tightens around your own momentarily, "Uh, hold your hand."

"What?"

"He wants to hold your hand!" Eddie insists, "And- Jesus, Venom! And tuck you into bed."

"I said fuck!" A voice roars from deep inside of Eddie's chest, and before you know it black ooze is emerging from your boyfriend's skin. You panic, yanking Eddie-turned-Venom into an alleyway between two apartment buildings and praying that no one is watching you.

"I said I wanted to fuck you into the bed," Venom clarifies, towering over you in the dark alley. If you didn't know him, in any other scenario, you'd be fainting from fear. But the hulking alien doesn't bother you now, and you put a hand over his mouth full of sharp teeth to try and get him to quiet down.

"Okay," You soothe, trying to acknowledge him so that he doesn't feel so misinterpreted, "Okay Venom. That's very- uh, nice. But you can't be out right now, you know that. Please just go back inside Eddie?"

"He is lying, I cannot trust him!" Venom huffs, voice not quieted at all, merely muffled by your hand, "I did not say I wanted to hold your hand. I said I wanted you to fuck my tongue!"

"Charming," You spit, face flushed with fire matching the heat in your belly, "Really, Venom, I- I'd like to, but- but we're out now, and I need you to quiet down and go back inside."

"Eddie does not deserve to take you on dates like this. He does not tell you how good you look."

"Yes he does!" You insist, still clamping your hand desperately over Venom's mouth. It does nothing, but you can't stand the thought of letting go.

"He uses words like gorgeous and beautiful. They are true," Venom promises, "But he never says sexy or delicious. Those are true, too, and you should hear them."

"Thank you, Venom," You croon, moving your hands to his cheeks to tug them closer to your face. He accepts a kiss to the teeth, seeing as he hasn't bothered to give himself lips in this form, and it's a rather odd sensation on your own. But it quiets him down, and he's calm under your touch.

"I'm happy you think those things," You grin, and you can't deny that you're flattered, "But if you want to say those things, we have to wait until we're home. I promise, as soon as the door shuts behind us you can join Eddie and I, okay? He'll say beautiful, you can say..." You fumble for a term, inches away from Venom's face, and he offers a helpful hint.

"Hot stuff!" He roars, definitely loud enough to be heard from the street.

"Okay! Okay, hot stuff," You nod, peering horrified at the mouth of the alleyway to make sure no one is coming to investigate, "That's very nice Venom, I'd love to hear that later."

"I will go back inside now," Venom tells you, and your heart rate spikes when you hear rushed footsteps coming your way, "But I will see you later."

"Later, later!" You promise, and the symbiote can't seem to melt into Eddie fast enough. As soon as the face in front of you is tan instead of goopy, you surge for it, locking lips with Eddie in a gesture you hope looks passionate and not rushed.

The man doesn't know what you're doing, but he doesn't care. He lets you slam him against the wall behind him with a soft groan, and you shut your eyes just as the footsteps thud beside you.

"Oh-" A resident of the nearby apartments scoffs, "Gross. Get a fucking room or something, you'll get an infection out here. Perverts!"

You flip the man off for good measure, and wait until he's a safe distance away to part from Eddie. He looks dazed from the kiss, but as soon as he comes to, he's got a message from Venom.

"He wants to know if he can bite that guy's head off," Eddie drawls, and you sigh, typical.

"No," You scoff, grabbing Eddie's hand and leading him back out of the alleyway, "But we should get home, he's got lots to say to me."

"And do to you," Eddie's face scrunches as he listens to Venom's rambling, shaking his head slightly at a suggestion you don't hear, "I- I don't think that's possible, buddy."

[taegularities]

honestly this was my very first ask on this app after i have joined it .....nddddd i seriously didnt thought that i will even get a reply cuz i see people that they ask something that makes some good sense but i just did it without any thought AND YOU REPLIED 😭😭 OHH MYY GWADD

apart from my rambling .....the tym i joined tumblr i was recommend your blog and some other and now my standard for reading are sooo high ALL YOUR FAULT i seriously cant go back to any simple written stories or fic because now that i have ur taste of writting every other seems cring to me ( im not degrading any author 😅 just my thoughts and oppinions ) serioiusly jab mai entertainer read kar rahi toh i have to read twice a para ( not in a bad way ) mujhe writting mai shakeshpeare ki jhalakh bht achi lagti ....mtlb complex writting ( u get what im sayin write🥲���) just dont take it in a bad way ek compliment hai 😅

andddd at last lots of loveeeee

your first ask?? i'm flattered omg you can come by and talk to me anytime :') and oh, it's totally okay. i don't mind senseless asks either (yk, as long as they're not rude lmao), so don't ever worry about voicing your thoughts.

well first off, ty to whoever recommended my blog :') and secondly, nawwwh, i'm not taking that in a bad way at all haha this is the sweetest freaking thing ever!! there are many great authors out there, but it's still super nice to know you feel that way about my writing. complex writing is crazyyy :') thank you, sending you all my love, too <3

(transl.: seriously, when i was reading entertainer, i had to read the paragraphs twice. i really like seeing a spark of shakespeare in people's writing 🤍)

[fandoomerthesequel]

Hi hi. Here to shower you with the love and appreciation. Really, I mean it. Just like odinnadtsat-mun said, I've heard lots about you from otverzhennyy-mun, and we all adore your art. The Viktor and his puppies artwork is so cute (I love the one in the back especially). And might I add: that donna x pyro agent, well hello cute npc ship how you doing? Sign me up!

I cannot express how much your art really brings joy to us.

Also, the way you draw expressions and poses, as a fellow artist I have to say I'm in awe. And gosh damn, I don't know if anyone complimented you on this but be proud of those hands. Holy shit man, you draw good hands (*wheezes*), those are so hard to draw. Keep up the good work and I wish you good luck and fun in your oc remaking!

No need to respond to this, just wanted to pop in, say hello, and thank you for the follow. I hope you have a wonderful week!

Signed, Duke (sir-huffman mun)

@sir-huffman

I had a whole ass heart attack 😎 honestly, cant believe anyone would actually talk about me? Like, to anyone? And thank you! When i drew the one in te back it was for filler becuase that side looked uber empty, and then i got attached, he is my favorite as well.

Now that ship came becuase i was making two seperate doodles but donna looked like she was looking at the agent, and then my crack ship became, my ship.

In fact i drew it again, becuase you reminded me of it, and i got motivation lmao. I love cuter ships becuase as much as i love angst, i have ocs for that.

Okay, so, with all yall saying you talk about it, i got super excited and happy so with this one, i told my friend and i was just being dumb in general lol. It really does mean alot to me and im honoured that yall would like, like my stuff??? I dont know, im not used to people just telling me that i guess. And im very glad that my art has brought some joy into yours and your friends lives.

Thank you, its the tying my worth to my drawing and therefore just gettin good as kids would say ~~ive mostly gotten over it tho lol~~ . Hands are my favorite thing to draw! Hands, eyes, and sometimes ears, are my favorite things to draw, although noses are fun as well.

Although ive mainly been otverzhennyys fan, and only just started kinda scrolling through yours and odinnadtsats blogs, i think of you three as my peers, and more advanced and bigger blogs, so it really does flatter and honour me, that you guys even enjoy my content, and to think that you guys are like, kinda fans really makes me happy and just, giddy i guess.

Also i hope you have an equally wonderful week!

And here are the two images i drew for ✨ you ✨

Hands are really fun

[angeldormante]

Hi!! Im the Leo-withdrawal anon! I didnt ask anything prior to the one you just answered, but I'm so happy you responded! I'd honestly listen to anything you write--I think you have a wonderful way of expressing yourself, and the way you write is just... *chef's kiss* I guess, a question I'd have for you is this: What sort of hobbies do you headcanon our fearless leader to have? Quirks? Both endearing and... less so? I think that'd be a fun start!

hokay.... finally getting around to this!! sorry for the wait and thank you for bearing with me, anon! (ty for the compliment, too -- i'm very flattered jfjflk i just like talking about turtles ok (•̥ ̫ •̥) )

now... lemme talk blue to ya.

if we're talking about hobbies, well. stop me if you think you've heard this before -- leo loves training. for all of the guys, ninjutsu is a way of life; it's how they survive the world, how they connect with themselves and one another; it's their entire culture that the foundations of their family is built upon. and that's super neat. but watch 2k3 for like, one episode, and you'll very quickly see that the only one that fully leans into it is leo. mikey and don have their own interests that they often can't get to quickly enough once the day's training session ends. i think raph actually enjoys training recreationally as well -- but he's more interested in the physical aspect, spending his energy, bulking up, not necessarily focusing on skill or technique. i like to imagine that growing up, leo and raph spent a lot of time in the dojo together doing their own thing, kind of "separate but together"; before casey came along and raph got into hanging out topside with him.

leo, though, he throws himself fully into training. he's incredibly dedicated to it not only because of his sense of responsibility, but because he genuinely enjoys it -- he enjoys improving his technique, his skill. he enjoys the repetition of learning, which helps to calm and center him. he enjoys meditation, which helps him focus and clear his mind. as an introvert, and precisely because his family doesn't hang around the dojo as often as he does, leo's solo training time is his time -- it's his chance to relax and decompress. i think it's exactly why he spiraled harder and harder in season 4 no matter how much training he did: at that point, it was no longer a hobby, but an obsession. leonardo normally uses training as a healthy outlet, but when he channeled his exodus trauma into it, he removed his main method of decompression and replaced it with the intent to fuel that exact trauma. (sidebar, though i've talked about it before: i also feel like this is why fast forward is so excellent at showing leo's character growth. he is extremely zen and such a huge advocate of healthy self-reflection in the way he coaches cody and his clone. my sweet boy, so proud of him in that season.)

now i know what you may be thinking. and you're right. there's more to leo than his life in the dojo... so let's talk about some other hobbies i like to think he has!

so here's the thing, and i think it's something else i've touched on before... but i think leo actually has a very strong bond with donnie. their temperaments are very similar, they feel similar burdens when it comes to protecting the family, etc... and to be honest, i think they bond a lot over the same nerdy hobbies too! i think leo is a huge freaking nerd.

i legit think that donatello has probably absorbed his brother into more than one of his hobbies, both unwillingly and not. some things click for leo, and some things don't. some things he has a hard time getting into until he discovers a certain aspect of it or views it from a different perspective. but he is very often willing to try anything.

for example, i imagine that growing up, leo and don played a lot of chess together. don used to overwhelmingly win, until they got older and older leo got deeper and deeper into the tactical aspect, and soon he was beating don quite soundly more often than he wasn't. don started getting into engineering manuals and physics books, while leo started getting into history texts and military treatises, but both shared a love for novels and would swap their favorites regularly. and they still play chess, of course.

don got into nerdy sci-fi shows. like, really into them. and leo couldn't quite pick up the thread on that one, but he was content to endure every fourth movie night when it was don's turn to pick. and slowly he began getting drawn into it, the same way anyone does -- he enjoyed the campiness of the plot, how absolutely ludicrous the fight choreography was, how sometimes there were actually deep and thoughtful moments. it was both a welcome respite from the intensity of his reality and something he could put to practical use if he had to, like, steal a spaceship one day, though the odds of that happening seemed pretty low⁽ˡᵒˡ���. he was never able to quote any of the episodes verbatim like donnie, but it was something they could discuss and lightly bicker about during the times when leo is mindlessly helping out around don's lab. (more on that in a sec.)

also? i can absolutely. totally. easily see leo as a tabletop game enthusiast. i think i'll refrain from getting lost in the weeds on that once, since this is already starting to run long, but i just want to put that in your mind. tmnt dnd gaming nights. let that sit for a second.

okay moving on.

i genuinely think that leo just likes existing in the general vicinity of his family and extended family. not necessarily doing anything; just being there, doing something with his hands. if don is working on a project, leo may drift in, and don will ask him to hand him certain tools or read aloud certain notes on the screen, because he knows the deal. if raph is lifting weights and leo wanders over from his own training session, raph may ask him to spot, or set up the next pair of weights, because he knows how it is. if mikey is sitting in the living room playing video games and leo appears on the couch next to him, he might toss him a controller, or he may just start blabbering about what game he's playing and what level he's on, because he's got it. if april and casey are tidying up her shop for a new shipment of merchandise and leo just randomly appears in the window, feathered duster in hand, april smiles and puts on water for tea and casey teases him and throws him a broom instead without blinking. because that's just how leo is.

the thing is, leo is one of those people who have such a strong presence that -- as long as he's not trying to hide it, of course -- you know he's there because he carries such an atmosphere with him. on the other hand, leonardo is the type of person who is genuinely content to just be in the background. which may sound totally at odds with the whole leader schtick, but i think it's just kind of this duality he has: he can be both at the forefront and in the background, depending on the situation and what is needed from him. does this mean he doesn't have his own hobbies or interests? of course not! but even canonically, throughout the series leo is shown to be just as happy with his hands off the reins so long as there's not a mission in front of him. and i think it's precisely this lack of that constant need for control that shows just how whole and rich leo's inner life is, how he feels full and complete without his leadership/big brother role completely defining him, and how season 4 rips that carpet from under his feet to show the unhealthy side of that particular coin.

so as much as a cop-out answer it may sound like -- i think that leo just enjoys doing things with his brothers. he likes rooftop runs with them. he likes pizza and cards with them. he likes movies, sports, and games with them. but he's also his own person, and he enjoys being in his head, and he has hobbies that help him make his head a healthy place to be; his family absolutely respects that quality, and leonardo is a much more well adjusted person for it.

er.... i didn't really get into quirks or bad habits, but this has run really long already and it's getting late, lmao. so i think i will stop here for now. =w= thank you for letting me ramble again about my blue boy, anon; i know i'm slow, but hopefully i rambled enough to make up for it!

[nvvermore]

Ten Minutes Ago

An unexpected meeting backstage takes Ophélie by complete surprise [featuring @arcanecadenza's Cadenza ]

words: 2k

cw: none

accompaniment

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With a final bow and one last dazzling smile, Ophélie turns and walks gracefully off stage. It’s only once she’s sure she’s safely behind the curtain and out of sight from the audience she picks up the pace, eager to return to the safety of her dressing room. 

Despite how comfortable she’s become at the opera house and the cast and crew that came with it, the worst part of her night is when, without fail, she gets bombarded by those lucky enough (read: rich enough) to persuade someone to let them backstage here to seek the attention of the performers. And especially her. Perks of being a leading lady.

Of course, her legs are only so long and she can only walk so fast— especially in these damned heeled shoes— and she ends up getting caught by the crowd. It really isn’t a crowd, but it is quite a few people, all talking at once as they shower her with all sorts of empty complements and ask her all sorts of borderline invasive questions. Ophélie only manages to sneak away when another principle actor joins the group and with a tilt of his head lets her know it’s alright to run while she can.

And she does, making a mental note to thank him later.

Ophélie is grateful for her role here, not only because she’s living out her dream of course, but because that means she gets a personal dressing room with a locking door. A true blessing. She’s not quite as comfortable here as she is in her own flat, but after having been here for close to a year now, it’s a close second. She’s just got her hand on the doorknob when a new voice calls out from behind her.

“Excuse me, Miss Rozaliya.” Ophélie spins around, a little too quickly, to see a tall woman with dark curls standing a few feet away. She gets a good look at her, to make sure she’s not someone who works here, but she quickly decides that she's never seen her before, because she’d definitely remember seeing her. And she can’t help but get a good look at the very low neckline of the woman’s dress, and how said fabric hugs her hips.

Ophélie snaps her eyes up to the woman’s face before she can be considered to be staring. “Hello, I’m sorry, but I’m not seeing any more patrons tonight. But I appreciate you coming down for the show,” she explains, in her best dealing-with-pushy-guests voice.

“Ah, Amaryllis told me to tell you that they sent me,” she explains, “I’m Cadenza.” She holds out her hand in greeting. It wasn't often, but when Amaryllis sent someone to see her, it was usually important. And it wasn’t often they sent someone so pretty either.

She takes Cadenza’s outstretched hand, briefly feeling the calluses on her fingertips brush over her own. “Cadenza,” she echoes, “please, just call me Ophélie.” She glances back and forth down the hallway. Ophélie isn’t very thrilled about having any meet and greet out in the open. “Would you like to step inside with me?” She pushes open the door to her dressing room, gesturing for Cadenza to enter.

Ophélie makes a beeline for the fresh pitcher of water that’s been left at her vanity. “So what brings you backstage?” she asks, pouring herself a glass and hoping Cadenza is, well, normal, if Amaryllis is the one who sent her. She brings it up to her lips and takes a much needed drink. Cadenza still stands by the door a few feet away, her intense gaze still settled on Ophélie.

“Tonight was my first time seeing the show, and I was absolutely moved by your performance.” Cadenza smiles, and clasps her hands behind her back. She seems completely genuine, her words not at all like any of the others Ophélie has received tonight. She was expecting a director or composer or some other industry contact, not someone who enjoyed her performance for what it was.

Ophélie shuts her eyes and waves a dismissive hand in Cadenza's direction. “Oh please, when you’re on stage six days a week, it’s second nature. It’s practically a part of you.”

Just as she’s finishing up her deflection, Ophélie suddenly feels a presence before her. Then she feels those callused fingertips on her chin, gently nudging her face up. She almost wants to keep her eyes shut, but curiosity convinces her to do the opposite, lashes fluttering open to peer up at Cadenza.

“Second nature or not, your voice is breathtaking,” she asserts, and her face is close enough to render Ophélie speechless. She doesn’t bother to hide the way her gaze flickers across Cadenza’s face, so that she can take in all of the pretty freckles that span across her cheeks and how the brown of eyes turns to honey in the candlelight.

 It takes Ophélie a moment to find her voice, but once she does she certainly doesn’t have the mind to deflect again. “Thank you,” her voice comes out soft, mousy, compared to the way she typically conducts herself. “That means a lot to hear.” And it does, somehow. Somehow, Ophélie knows Cadenza isn’t just another socialite dishing out empty compliments just to flatter her. Somehow she knows that Cadenza is the type of audience member that she gets on stage every night for, the ones who aren’t there just to say they were but to be moved by the story she and her fellow cast members tell.

Cadenza starts to run her thumb along her jaw, and Ophélie isn’t trying to hide how she’s staring down her lips. But then— much to Ophélie’s disappointment— a sharp knock at the door has Cadenza pulling away.

“Lie! Hurry up with your costumes! They’re off to the cleaners tonight!” A huffy voice calls from the other side of the door.

“I’m going, I'm going!” Ophélie brushes past Cadenza to get to positioning herself in front of the large mirror on the wall. She remembers her manners— only somewhat— and glances back to Cadenza as she reaches for the laces cinching the back of her costume together. “Ah, don’t mind me. I’ve got more on underneath, promise.”

Ophélie tries not to look so eager to strip down, but of course, she’s struggling to untie the damn thing. In front of the very beautiful stranger who just called her breathtaking, no less. She fumbles with the knot for a few more moments, all too aware of Cadenza and the stagehand waiting on the other side of the door. She's certain she’s just about to get it loose, but then suddenly Cadenza is murmuring into her ear and the pretty hands that she’s already thought far too much about in the last ten minutes are slipping the laces from her fingers.

“Here, let me.” Ophélie is completely frozen to her spot, too surprised to object even if she wanted to. And she doesn’t really want to tell Cadenza to stop undressing her. If anything, she’d hope for her to keep going. She swears Cadenza is taking her sweet time with the laces, being far more gentle and precise than she really needs to be. There’s no way she wouldn’t notice the goosebumps on her neck from where her breath ghosts over her skin.

“Shouldn’t you have an assistant that does this for you?” Cadenza asks, looking up into the mirror to address Ophélie more directly.

“I have a dresser before and during the show, but afterwards I’m just more comfortable doing it myself.” It would always be weird to have people help her with things like dressing, even if it was their job to do so.

“Should I stop then?”

“No,” she says, a little too quickly, and Cadenza’s breath tickles her bare shoulder as she chuckles.

Ophélie feels the dress is more than loose enough for her to slip out of now, but she doesn’t dare move until Cadenza tells her so. “There you go.” She lays a hand on Ophélie’s shoulder, and the goosebumps from her neck travel there.

Quickly, she steps forward to shimmy her way out of the costume, treating it with a little less care than she normally does. Certainly not enough to damage it, but she lets it drop all the way to the floor before stepping out of it. She may or may not put a little bit extra into the way she bends over to pick it up.

She is wearing a slip, petticoat, and stays, garments that are hardly any different from the ones she wears day-to-day. But she feels so very on display with the way Cadenza looks at her. Part of her wants to stay in just this— or to take off a little more— so Cadenza keeps looking at her that way. But she scolds herself, they were still basically complete strangers.

So Ophélie does the normal thing, snatching up her dressing gown from it’s hook and tying it tight. Maybe later she’ll let her mind wander on just how Cadenza would assist her further.

Another knock on the door pulls her out of her trance, again, and she scoops up the costume. It’s placed on a rack with her other ensembles for the night, and she pushes it out to the stagehand who, much to her relief, doesn’t look as annoyed as they had sounded. With a nod they roll away and Ophélie goes to turn back to Cadenza, but a hand on her arm stops her from shutting the door.

“I think I’ll take my leave now, but...” She reaches forward to take Ophélie’s hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. Ophélie is enraptured by the feeling of how they ghost across her knuckles as Cadenza speaks. “Once more, you were absolutely mesmerizing. Until we meet again, little nightingale.” She kisses the back of her hand, leaving behind a faint mark from her lipstick.

She’s gone down the hall before Ophélie can even find the words for a farewell.

—

Cadenza’s visits very quickly become regular post show affairs, and Ophélie becomes more and more prepared for them. 

Ophélie starts looking for her from the stage, pleased each night she does spot her watching the show from Amaryllis’s private box. And sure enough, after the curtain is down she always finds Cadenza at her door.

Ophélie’s awkwardness subsides, thankfully, but as far as she’s concerned the tension between them only grows.

Cadenza asks all about her career, how she came to be at the opera house and her experience, and always listens attentively and always wants to hear more. Ophélie learns that the calluses on her fingertips aren’t just from the violin but from magic too, and begs her to tell her all about being a magician.

Tonight, the two of them had already been chatting and giggling away for close to an hour, each nestled onto the sofa and sipping on the tea Cadenza had brought as a gift.

“...So, I’m lucky to have landed such a role at all!” Ophélie takes a sip of her tea, just finishing up telling her all about her arduous audition process. She nudges Cadenza’s knee with her foot, teasing glint in her eyes. “But what about you? What's made you such a dedicated patron of the arts?” She’s confident she knows the answer by now.

Cadenza’s cheeks turn red, and she tries to hide by taking a sip of her tea. “Well, I've hardly been secretive about how much I enjoy your performances.”

“Aww, Cadenza,” Ophélie sits up, setting her teacup aside to scoot a little closer. “Don’t tell me you’ve been coming all this way just to see me.”

Cadenza chews on her lip. “Well, it didn’t start out that way.” 

“But it turned out that way?” Ophélie grins.

“Shouldn’t you be on vocal rest after a show, usignolo?”

“It’s not my fault you’ve kept me busy.” Ophélie is on her knees, hovering over Cadenza, eyes flitting down to her lips. “Perhaps you ought to help me be quiet.”

[snowmanmelting]

okay so first off WLU is a really incredible story - reminds me of the style and pace of classics I read back in high school. Very intentional and poignant and intraspective. Everyone's characterizations are extremely fetching, and you leave just enough bread crumbs of mystery to make repeat actions and sparse interactions intriguing from chapter to chapter.

But now, questions!!

I unironically love the cousins, they are so cute. My little siblings are also extremely crafty at card games and I do gt drawn on at family gatherings so that was a treat :D Who's side are the family are they from, Iduna or Agnar? Same with Kai and Gerda, who's siblings are those, between the parents?

What did the girls paint on the flower pots outside the window? They were kids I know but I'm kind of curious (even if there's not like, a /real/ answer lol)

Is it relevant to the story HOW Elsa and Anna's parents died? Like is it a secret? I have an assumption that it was a car crash but I just double checked and I don't really have like a REASON to believe that specifically? And if it's a secret: is how they died tied into Elsa's slingshot levels of grief over their deaths?

Why watercolor for Elsa? What made you choose that art form over others?

Anna's tone of voice is so different than Elsa's internal monologue that it sticks out so much when she speaks. I love that. Obviously the story is hardcore from Elsa's POV, but how do you think about Anna's state of mind when writing her speaking and actions?

okay I 😶 now

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Omg omg omg omg omg thank you thank you thank you for being so nice and flattering I'm here like, picture those little puddle dogs jumping up and down. I'm exactly like that right now. Excited like a tiny dog or a little kid with a new toy febwsgstsgdvddnwjwye ay ty 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

→Aaayyy I'm glad you liked them!! Their (mostly mentioned) extended family were those type of characters that appear on their own once you really sit and think about them, but they come already with it's personalities and everything. They went through a few twist on age until I decided they were twins. But they core personalities stayed.

→Also Silly me should have mentioned it but all that family meeting? Their mom's family :^). Iduna was the middle kid. Ingrid the oldest and Gerda the youngest. The little twin cousins are Ingrid's kids.

On that note, Uncle Adrien is also from her mom's side, he's only related to Iduna, though. And uh, from Agnarr they just have his cousin (and I swore I thought I mentioned him along with the rabbit stew but oopsie daise) and the relatives Elsa mentions she doesn't know bc they live in whatever lmao.

→The patterns on the flower pots are the ones mentioned there, clouds, sunflowers and daisies. Basically their mom just sat them down and told them to paint stuff and that's it. Maybe I made it sound like it had this idk a picture or smh. In that case sorry to disappoint :c, it's just Elsa living in previous timelines as always uwu.

→Actually............................nah it isn't. I wrote everything with the idea that they died in a car accident bc they were arguing about something (idk if you can prove this last bit if they're alone in the car so that's why I'm mentioning it) and idk smh smh boom!! the killed-by-the-author lighting striked!! But then idk if you die in a car crash it'll be possible to have an open casket funeral??? Meh. The thing is that you were right, so it isn't a secret, just 100% casualty that they died :^)

→oof. Killed me. I don't remember. I think I just wrote the draft where she's actually painting that last drawing (what I call the oof chapter) and the first thing I thought was that she got some watercolors as a gift. She strikes me as a girl that enjoys doing traditional art and stuff like oil pastels and pens (?) Absolutely not proyecting desires btw

→OMG SHE SOUNDS DIFFERENT??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 TYSM this is a huge compliment for me bc with ESL I'm always afraid everyone sounds the same bc don't distinguish ways of speaking lmao AAAA I'm so gladddd

Ok but to answer: she just is. Anna literally appears and does whatever the hell she wants and I let her bc she my bb uwu 💚 and (over)analyzing what she does, it just... Idk it makes sense in context. I'm planning on adding an Anna chapter as bonus somewhere but idk where yet ùwú.

Again thank you sosososoo much for the questions Gryfon you've made my night, and probably my entire week 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm going to sleep now after dancing like this dude for a while bnnnendddhsmqcnsnisx

[punkscowardschampions]

Savannah, Jac, Amelia & Isabelle

Savannah: What are we doing to get party ready? Savannah: because I vote we hit the spa to get our collective ✨ back Savannah: it should be ILLEGAL how my skin looks Jac: No way, I was JUST thinking how good your skin looked like THIS morning Jac: but it's never NOT a good time for the spa too though so 🤭 Savannah: your hype is everything! I don't even deserve how flawless you are in a beyond skin deep way Savannah: but yes to the spa being my go to fave ^^ Amelia: I can't Jac: only giving what you put out, it is beyond deserved ❤❤ Jac: Why not Meelie? Amelia: I'll be at the party but the only way I could be there too is if my mum comes with and NOBODY wants that Jac: Your mum is fun Amelia: not that fun Jac: Doesn't [some boujee place they'd like] have a 10% discount right now, Savvy? Jac: they do THE BEST facials Savannah: 👏🏾 Yes! You have the BEST taste & I think it's actually gone up to 15% 🙌🏾 Isabelle: Awh 😟 it sounds like so much fun but mine won't give me any money and I'm so broke after getting those new trainers Savannah: Don't be silly! It's totally my treat, Is Savannah: your pores shouldn't have to stay clogged for the sake of those trainers Jac: That is so generous of you 🥺🥺 Jac: I NEED a hot oil hair treatment like yesterday, I don't know why it's so dry right now but it's not a mood Savannah: your hair looked beautiful yesterday & if you don't believe me, I literally heard so many girls from the year above talking about it so Jac: 😳😳😳 Jac: well I KNOW Ty heard those 6th years talking about you, he was so jealous, bless him 🥰 Savannah: I was in the bathroom overwhelmed by sadness & I heard your name over & over, it felt seriously fated Savannah: oh my god, he refuses to tell me what they sad, I've given him the full 🥺 & everything Savannah: *said Amelia: maybe you need bigger eyelashes Savannah: Do you think? Jac: Oh my God, where even was I? Boo! 😖 You should have called so I could come find you Jac: no way, you like, INVENTED puppy dog eyes, your natural lashes are so thick and dark Jac: he's just saving your blushes, so cute Savannah: ugh, my phone was like dying because Sienna had all this drama with a girl in her class earlier Savannah: 🥰 you're so cute, I can't even handle all these compliments Jac: Is she okay or do we need to talk to this girl? Jac: her year is vicious, I swear Savannah: she says she's okay but she can't hide how upset she is from me Jac: You're way too empathetic, you know her inside out Jac: Poor Sienna, does she want to come too? Savannah: that's SUCH a great idea, I'll ask her Jac: We could all get matching nails Isabelle: Sorry...mum called Isabelle: won't that be really expensive though? are you super sure Sav? Savannah: of course, Is Savannah: it's not like I need a new outfit for Erin's house party Isabelle: Yay, thank you so much! 😁 So you can come too Meels? Amelia: No Amelia: it wasn't about the money, remember? Isabelle: 😥 you don't want to be left out though Amelia: there's nothing I can do about that Isabelle: oh that's such a shame Isabelle: I'll bring you back some of those mini cakes and sandwiches they do Amelia: thanks Amelia: I'll see you at Erin's Jac: Are you sure there's no way? Amelia: you've really forgotten the 📅 haven't you? Jac: Oh, it's her birthday Jac: right? Amelia: yeah Savannah: we should send her 💐 from all of us Savannah: I love your mum Jac: Are you definitely coming to the party then? Amelia: I'll be there Amelia: Erin throws a good party Jac: 💐 is a great idea, we can go pick them out Jac: what are you doing with her today then? Amelia: 🎭🩰 totally not my thing but my dad won't take her Amelia: she doesn't think I will either, so it'll be stay a huge surprise Jac: That's really nice, she'll love it Jac: I'd love to go sometime Savannah: Ballet lessons were the highlight of my Saturday when I was little, I was obsessed Savannah: mainly for the outfits though 😄 Jac: I can so picture you with your little bun 😊 adorable Savannah: [pics because she's that bitch] Jac: 😭😭😭😭 Jac: how have you always been PERFECT Jac: I was so ugly 😬😂 Amelia: no you weren't Jac: I so was Jac: you and Is were really sweet and I was so 😱😱 Jac: never mind the puppy fat, yikes Amelia: the fringe my mum forced me to have was not sweet 😣 Savannah: I'm with Amelia, you were definitely such an 👼🏻👶🏻 Amelia: she was Amelia: [pics of them all as kids but especially her being bffs with Jac to make that point to Savannah like] Jac: You guys are so sweet Jac: I love you Isabelle: I look exactly the same is that a good or a bad thing Amelia: 😂 Amelia: better than looking like 👧🏻 Amelia: I'm literally an emoji Isabelle: Iconic, some would say Isabelle: 🤭 Savannah: these pics are going to make me cry, I swear Savannah: too adorable Savannah: as if you've all been friends for so long Jac: It's so wild to me that we weren't friends before now Jac: we should've been friends this whole time too Savannah: I know, but I guess I wasn't ready until now Savannah: I had so much character development to do first Jac: 🙌🙏 ^^ SAME Jac: it had to be now Jac: you're all being nice about it but I would lowkey DIE if you knew me even a few years ago Jac: not cute Savannah: ^^^^^^ Savannah: Ty hasn't seen me before we got together & I 🙏🏾 he never will Amelia: he didn't go to another school, I think he knows that you existed before him Jac: the glo-up is too real to go back 💁 Savannah: I'm still waiting for my glow up Savannah: there's only so much the spa can do Jac: 😤 you're so FLAWLESS Jac: like literally, there isn't a single thing wrong with you Savannah: stop, I don't know if I'll start blushing or sobbing Isabelle: I would love to look like you, Savannah Isabelle: what should I wear tonight? Isabelle: I want Tom to notice me Savannah: I'm flattered but you need to embrace your own beauty, Is Savannah: it's so important Savannah: Oh, Tom R or Tom S? Isabelle: Ew, Tom S Isabelle: I made out with Tom R last year and it was baaaad bad Savannah: One second, I'll ask Ty about him now I have the right Tom Isabelle: I'm so excited I might puke Savannah: okay so he likes to make the first move, you'll need to dress like you're not the kind of girl who kissed Tom R Isabelle: How do I do that? I need help 😩 Savannah: maybe you can borrow something of Amelia's Isabelle: Can I Meels? Isabelle: I dunno if I'll suit your style though...I'm not cool Amelia: I couldn't get the grass stains out of the skirt you borrowed last time Isabelle: Whoops 😉 Amelia: and you don't need to dress to impress Tom S anyway, he's nothing special Isabelle: He's so lush though Amelia: 🤨 Isabelle: Come on! You have eyes Isabelle: isn't he so fit guys Savannah: I only have eyes for one boy, but he does have nice eyes himself Jac: You've done worse Isabelle: Yeah, Tom R for example Isabelle: 😨 Savannah: 😅 Savannah: You know who apparently is the worst kisser ever, Donovan! Savannah: have you ever kissed him, Is? Isabelle: Have I? Isabelle: 🤔 Amelia: he leaned in to 💋 but you 🤮 on his trainers Isabelle: Ha! Isabelle: Dodged a bullet, apparently Jac: He wasn't as fast Savannah: Oh my god! Jac: It was so shaming, we had to call her mum to pick her up Savannah: my parents would kill me Jac: Your mum is like, beyond chill, Is Jac: she lets you get away with loads Savannah: I'd be beyond jealous if I wanted to kiss Tom R, or fall down drunk in his path, at least Savannah: thankfully he's not my type Isabelle: Not even, she was so mad at me for ages Isabelle: I was sick in the fireplace Isabelle: it was so hard to clean Jac: Is that friend of Ty's going? Jac: 😶 Savannah: yes Jac: 🥴 Isabelle: oooooooooooooooooh, do you like someone J?!?!? Savannah: he doesn't usually go to house parties but as soon as he heard you were, he recognised that Erin's had potential Isabelle: who who Savannah: J doesn't want to make a big deal out of it Amelia: then why turn it into a big secret? Jac: It's no secret Jac: but Is has already got no chill and you know I'm shy Jac: I won't be able to cope with how blatant her 👀 is Amelia: you could've told me that you liked someone Jac: I am telling you Jac: like, right now Amelia: not really Jac: What do you mean? 🤨 Amelia: I mean, you're not actually telling me anything Jac: I'm not trying to like, commandeer this whole convo and make it about me Jac: but okay Jac: he's one of Ty's friends, he's on the team too Amelia: I could scroll up for that info but okay Jac: I don't know what you want me to say? Jac: I've not spoken to him properly yet, he's just interesting Amelia: interesting how? Jac: 😳 Savannah: is this third degree honestly necessary? Jac: maybe I shouldn't go now Jac: I'm feeling kinda off Savannah: Baby 😔 Savannah: we can do whatever you want to do Jac: No, I won't spoil your guys fun Jac: you should all go Savannah: it won't be any fun without you Savannah: & anyway, if you don't feel well you need someone there to take care of you Jac: You'd do that for me? Jac: you'll make me cry, I swear Savannah: It's just a stupid party, you're you Jac: Will Ty be mad at you? Savannah: of course not, all his friends will be there, he doesn't need me as much as you do Jac: I wanna still try to do the spa Jac: for Sienna Jac: but I just can't see him now, the anxiety is too high Savannah: she'll understand if we have to reschedule but it might make you feel better to be pampered Savannah: but I'll give you a facial if you can't cope with a full spa situation Savannah: it's totally your decision Jac: I do have this new mask I think will be amazing for your skin type Jac: bring Sienna, she can see the new pup we just got Savannah: you understand too, don't you, Is? Savannah: I'll take you for a manicure next week, I promise Isabelle: Oh, yeah, totally Isabelle: mum said it's too much to accept anyway Isabelle: Are you sure you don't want to come though? Isabelle: sounds like he really wants to see you Savannah: I'm here for you if you want any more outfit help for Tom, just facetime me Isabelle: Thank you sweetie, I'm really torn between these 3 dresses Isabelle: wait, 4 Isabelle: I'll definitely call Jac: You're a doll, Is Jac: Tom is gonna be 😍 Savannah: ^^ I can't wait to hear how blown away he is by you Isabelle: I'll give you all the rundown tomorrow morning 😁😁😁 Isabelle: do you want to go together, Meels? Amelia: I've got to put the time in with mum, I'll probably be late getting there Amelia: don't worry about waiting for me Isabelle: Okay, if you're sure Isabelle: come find me when you get there Amelia: yeah, Tom's tall, I'll be able to Isabelle: 🤤🤤🤤 Isabelle: he's so tall Amelia: play it cool, Is Isabelle: 😖 Savannah: you don't need to listen to Amelia, she's not an expert Amelia: I don't need to know about boys, I know her Isabelle: I don't wanna be sick on this one's shoes Amelia: of course you don't Amelia: trust me, drink less, dance more Jac: you should let him give you your first drink Savannah: 👏🏾 he'll LOVE that Isabelle: Ugh, thanks guys Isabelle: I am going to need to pre-drink though Isabelle: for my nerves Amelia: me too, for my 🎭🩰🧠 Jac: What ballet is it? Amelia: 🔥🐦 Jac: Your mum will love it Amelia: she hasn't already seen it, that's a good start Jac: I haven't either Jac: I mean, I just watch the performances at home but yeah Jac: we've sent the flowers via one of those postbox ones, they'll come tomorrow Amelia: she'll love those too Amelia: maybe even more than seeing me dressed for 🎭🩰 Jac: send us your outfit too then, yeah Amelia: no way, they're going nowhere but my mum's facebook Jac: I am her friend, you know Isabelle: hey, I'm not! Amelia: add her, she won't mind Isabelle: I'm so going to Isabelle: not my Insta though Isabelle: I've blocked mine 💁 Amelia: it's okay, I don't let her on my insta either any more Amelia: she leaves too many 😳 comments Isabelle: Mammys are the worst Isabelle: 😬😬 Amelia: at least she understands socials, my dad is clueless Amelia: and he's not THAT old Isabelle: My nan loves selfies Amelia: your nan is my everything Amelia: if I could bring her to the party tonight, I would Isabelle: 😂 you're so wild Amelia: tear yourself away from whichever Tom it is and you'll see Isabelle: not with Pam thank you 🤣 Isabelle: she has a boyfriend Amelia: get it Pamela Isabelle: his name is Brian Isabelle: they go down dolly mount every Friday, it's so cute Amelia: I'm so happy for them Jac: Awh, how sweet Jac: What about Jackie, has she been dating? Isabelle: She never tells me anything Isabelle: she says she's too busy working Amelia: Jackie doesn't need a man Isabelle: You sound just like her! Amelia: cut me deeper, Is 💔 Isabelle: sorry, you do though Isabelle: do you listen to the same female empowerment spotify playlist? Amelia: link me, I'd probably I'd be into it Isabelle: [does, imagine those single lady tunes lmao] Amelia: 😂 Amelia: this could save my life when I hate the 🎭🩰 Isabelle: no, no, take this Isabelle: [some dance sexy sassy playlist she's listening to] Amelia: you should send that one to Erin Amelia: save the party too Isabelle: Good idea Isabelle: [some cringy tiktok moment of her dancing, Isabelle stop] Amelia: [a video of amelia dancing amazingly at some party or other recently that Isabelle had to go home early from so she missed it, cos we gotta remind the lurking bae who we are] Isabelle: 🤯🤯🤯🤯 YOU'RE SO GOOD Isabelle: you should post! you'd get so many likes Amelia: I was so drunk, that's all Savannah: I can't believe that's you! Amelia: 🤔 am I flattered or offended Isabelle: Meels has always been a good dancer Isabelle: you should teach me Amelia: we can start tonight if it won't make Tom rage that he isn't teaching you something Isabelle: it's for his benefit Isabelle: so many lads are gonna be 😍 at you Amelia: they'll be looking at you if I do it right Isabelle: I'm fine with that 😋 Amelia: me too Jac: [some message between Ty and this Tom with some form of insider info they've made him get lol like you're welcome Isabelle but you also owe us now] Amelia: I'm seriously not understanding why you like him, Is Isabelle: 😲 OMG OMG Isabelle: it is so useful having a boy on our team Isabelle: thank you Ty, ahhhhhhh Isabelle: [pictures of him like hello] Savannah: We all want you to be happy Isabelle: 🥺🥺 awwwww Savannah: did you narrow down your outfit picks yet? Isabelle: no, I'm making toasties Isabelle: mum said I have to line my stomach 🙄 Jac: I hope that doesn't make a reappearance later Amelia: Erin's 🏠 is lovely, try not to redecorate it for her Amelia: can I stay over at yours, Is? Amelia: my parents will be all 😍🥰😘 Isabelle: 🤢🤢🤢 Isabelle: You can Isabelle: mum's on nights so she'll be gone and we won't have to worry about waking her up Amelia: if Tom's staying too, tell me now because that's as 🤢 Isabelle: Amelia! Amelia: I don't want to see or hear it, sorry Isabelle: he won't be staying, oh my gosh Amelia: okay Isabelle: I'm not a slag Isabelle: that's just what Kane put about when I dumped him for two-timing me Amelia: until I shut him up Isabelle: Ha, that was funny Isabelle: I thought he was gonna cry Amelia: he probably did when he went home Jac: 👏 Amelia: I should probably go get 🎭🩰 ready Amelia: 😣 this 👗 though Amelia: I'm going to look like I belong on Pam's 🚽 to hide her 🧻 Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like you can wear your grass-stained skirt Amelia: It's long gone Jac: Shame Amelia: yeah, I liked it Jac: and Is had a good time in it Jac: fond memories Amelia: I'm sorry, okay? Jac: ... Jac: What? Amelia: for the 'third degree' earlier Jac: Oh, right Jac: well thanks for apologising, that's mature of you Amelia: I can be, sometimes Jac: I wouldn't suggest otherwise Amelia: I just had no idea you liked any of Ty's friends Jac: It's not like a thing, is all Jac: I'm not like in love with the boy Jac: you'd know if it was serious Amelia: would I? Jac: Obviously Jac: don't be silly Amelia: I have to go, I wouldn't have time to be silly even if you wanted me to Jac: Make sure your mum has a good time then ❤ Amelia: she will, I've booked a dinner reservation and everything Savannah: That's so cute! I feel like I should be a better daughter starting today Jac: Same Jac: putting us all to shame Isabelle: I only got my mum a necklace from the market for her birthday Isabelle: and it made her neck go green 😩 Amelia: she's been annoying me less lately Amelia: actually being helpful Isabelle: 🥳🥳🥳 Amelia: I didn't realise she was good for advice AND gossip Jac: You know you can talk to us too, right Isabelle: ^^ We're your best friends forever Amelia: it's nothing, I thought I liked someone too but I got it wrong Isabelle: but you never like ANYONE Isabelle: no offence Amelia: none taken Isabelle: you'll find someone Meels 😙 Amelia: maybe Amelia: maybe not Isabelle: Of course you will, you're lovely! Isabelle: right girls Jac: But she can take as much time as she likes, Is Savannah: Ty has so many amazing friends when you are ready, but there's no rush Amelia: Thanks Sav, but they're not my type Jac: I hate to think of your mum waiting on her birthday Jac: you don't wanna be late because Is still hasn't picked an outfit Amelia: don't worry, I'm going Isabelle: See you at Erin's 💖 Jac: Later 👋 Amelia: yeah x 2

[torc87]

There was exactly ONE time I genuinely considered going out on a date w a guy hitting on me in the train.

I was busy doing my make up, on my way to a date and running really late - and this huge, metal, large earrings in ears, hair/leather etc guy approaches me. I was thinking 'oh gods, why do guys think it's ok to do this, leave me alone I'm clearly busy' but all he says was some compliment - nothing a lone young woman on a train won't hear a lot.

Empty, the sort of thing I ignore bc it's annoying, usually leads to persistence that ignores soft no's.

Usually I nod ty and do my best to seem really really disinterested beforehand - lack of eye contact, not paying attention, clearly not striking up a conversation. Saying anything - even just a proper Thank you is basically taken as an invite to start talking.

And if you ever dealt w salesmen on the street? Once there's a conversation it is Really hard to get out of it without being blatantly rude.

I expected this encounter to go the same way. Awkward conversation attempts, trying to engage me till I have to be rude to end it.

So I do the 'ty, no ty' thing and all the while, I am dreading having to deal with this guy sitting down next to me and ignoring my disinterest.

And it isn't that I'm scared - it's pretty early, lots of people on the train, but like I said - busy, late, stressed, headed to a first date w someone I like. Don't have the spoons to deal with being irritated by random guys.

And then he surprises me.

Compliment, ty no, and he - sits back down.

Not next to me, not rudely or offended, no return insult ( common reaction) and I was not being any too gentle about my disinterest - just gives compliment, sits back down.

I was genuinely not expecting that - and yeah, I know, standards of behavior are damn low for men if Do Not Bother Strangers is such a big deal - but it was.

I finished doing my make up, he isn't bothering me, not staring, not being intrusive.

Ok, I feel bad. Rejection is pretty unpleasant, I get that, I was not softening it, no reason to leave someone feeling badly after an encounter w me.

So I apologize, explain I was busy when he approached, say a proper Thank you for the compliment. Try to soften it, make clear it's not about him.

One of the few times I approached a strange guy, around my age, on the train to start a conversation I initiate myself.

He is polite, and surprising me once more, Not Pushy.

Even after I started the conversation he doesn't push, no asking for my number. He OFFERS HIS Facebook to see if I want to contact him later.

This is something I want to stress.

An offer, one that makes him vulnerable, not me, gives me more of an idea of who he is than a two min train encounter, and let's me decide if I want to return his interest later, when I feel safe to give my answer freely.

This is basically doing the opposite of those rom coms - and impressed The Hell out of me.

No pressure, taking care not to be pushy or make me feel unsafe, leaving the ball in my court - this is A Model of How to Approach Women.

As I said, it impressed me enough I checked out the fb, and if I hadn't had a good date, might have contacted him.

I don't date often, demisexual here, so I can't convey how much his behavior impressed me that I considered it.

And that is probably the only time that something like that left me feeling Complimented, flattered, actually feeling pretty BC of what he said rather than despite it.

Those geniuses that try to claim catcalls are compliments? No.

This was a compliment. It left me feeling good.

Random catcalls leave me feeling less.

Big difference.

This was being a good guy, not some idiotic outdated model of persistence intended to ignore a woman's reactions and soft no so that you can coerce her into a date.

This was sweet and romantic.

Mind, I'm wondering if he had to learn to be 'less threatening' to compensate for the assumptions people make bc of the metal and earrings... Which sucks to be honest.

But when Women want a bad boy trope comes up? This approach is it. Look bad, be tough, wear leather, do bdsm and break social rules, but treat people w respect.

i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?

a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”

so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency