#while actually being wrong in every meaningful way

[gwaaaaar]

Disney's Atlantis retrospective

OOOOUGH god do i love atlantis it is. What a movie for the 2000's huh? Although every time i see some lame video essay abt it it's some white guy that misses the point.

While I like Atlantis... i don't think it's perfect. But i still really want to talk about what it does right and does wrong. So this is all going under the cut. If anyone with more experience has an opinion, please do tell! I would love to know differing viewpoints and open my eyes to it. If i get anything wrong also let me know.

SO I'm gonna start off with the wrong because what the movie does right relies on what it does wrong in a sense so i want to address these flaws first to build upon those ideas.

The first uh. Blaring flaw imo is the white savior trope and how atlantians are portrayed. Thankfully its a fictitious race with no like. "Real" connections to irl ethnicities besides maybe Mediterranean ones? Atlantis' worldbuilding is quite unique when you look at the smaller details, for example the utensils they use for eating meat/seafood afaik is completely a creative decision.

So in terms of 'culture' there is nothing we can really "draw" from. But the dark skin and the way they're dressed kinda bare feels really reminiscent of stereotypes meant to justify the colonization of the americas (specifically indigenous people in north and south). Esp Kida who's kinda sexualized because of it. Think of Chel from Road to El Dorado and well. Yeah. (El Dorado is a fun movie and all but its portrayal of indigenous women was hm).

In a similar vein just to elaborate on my point about how just because Atlantis reminds me of certain stereotypes without being directly related: although I don't think Atlantis is based off these cultures, orientalism regarding swana/sa cultures where they portray the people dressing skimpy or kinda sexy even though thats not the case.

So like you know ohhh we gotta save these savages!!! Although Atlantis doesn't directly give these vibes off (and its a virtue which I'll explain later) it's because of the visual cliches that it can be kind of uncomfortable. Especially since Milo has to literally reteach them their language which is a common white savior trope like the white person has to educate them!

To maybe give the benfit of the doubt, I did see a theory that the clothes may be more an indication of jobs/class, like the king is fully garbed and when Kida becomes a proper queen she's fully covered up too, which could actually be really interesting visual cues to their culture i just really wish i knew more.

SO onto the positive aspects i really like! When I said Atlantis gives off the white savior vibes, there are some decisions that offset it that i can still admire. For instance the diversity of the crew: Seeet is mixed black-indigenous, and Audrey is Puerto Rican. While it's only 2 colored characters, i mean come on back then youd be lucky to get one. But their backgrounds do serve a purpose within the narrative.

When Rourke assaults Kida father, Sweet is the first one to join Milo's side cause. What the fuck. And also considering his background it makes *sense*. His mother must have dealt with the consequences of colonialism and violence and he by extension must have experienced it too. And ofc his father being Black must have put him through a lot of suffering and misery post civil war. Even if it isn't said, if you think of the implications, not only his kind personality but there is a sense of personal responsible as well. He is able to empathize with the king and the people by recognizing the consequences of what his team is doing.

This prevents the narrative from going full white savior because Sweet's experience as a minority that's also suffered the same treatment as the Atlantians would have gone through if Rourke was successful is *important* and powerful and *meaningful*. It isn't just a white man saving these 'poor savages' it is a dangerous reminder of history that can repeat itself.

Ofc since Milo is the protagonist the story is going to fall under the trope one way or another but again, the way it tells the story *mitigates* the full harm it can cause.

Milo is willing to learn from the Atlantians. He *wants* to learn. They are the ones educating him more often than he is them. He admires their way to living in utmost reverence. There's that scene with him and Kida trying to work the uh. Fish vehicle??? Forgor what theyre called, and when Kida realizes like oh she didn't bother turning the crystal and using the handpad, Milo's like it's okay anyone can make that mistake and she gives him a look like "don't condescend me". She's standing up for herself and it's also an acknowledgement that he shouldn't well. Yk. Condescend her even if he's trying to be genuinely kind.

Atlantis itself isn't any savage country either it was (and is working towards it again) a super advanced civilization who's downfall was found when they decided to use it for war and violence. The people themselves are well. People. They aren't lesser than their white counterparts it is that the world around them is at risk of falling apart at any moment. Kida is a very intelligent woman that matches Milo even if she's more into combat. That's very admirable imo!

The narrative takes a hard anti-colonialist stance.

When Rourke tries to manipulate Milo by saying "of we returned everything in museums we'd have nothing" to make Milo sound stupid, it is very clearly a bad thing and a criticism of the practice of stealing cultural artefacts for people to oogle at (looking at you british museum).

It acknowledges that these white mercenaries are *hurting* the country and must be stopped through a team effort between Milo's group and the Atlantians who decide to help. While i really wish we had more major Atlantian characters to show that they have agency besides having their country saved for them (which i find to be another flaw), i still appreciate that detail. Milo acknowledges that he's the one that led the colonizers over and he takes accountability and wants to fix things. It's not that he's blameless, but he acknowledges his faults and wants to ensure no one gets hurt even if it costs him his life.

I don't think tropes like this should be used anymore (white savior, noble savages etc), but the messages Atlantis carries is still relevant. You can tell they had good intentions it was a work of its time, but I'd rather a well-intentioned movie than one that doesn't try at all.

The idea that you should never put your personal desire over human life and always side with the oppressed bc numbers give you power is still an important concept people should practice and you can see this with like boycotts and stuff rn. I think as a concept to introduce to kids this should be the movie. Its not perfect and a little over the head, but when mfs are like "its ok to colonize lol" so proudly, WE SHOULD BE LIKE "OH HELL NO!!!"

And just seeing such a hard stance against these horrific colonialist actions... god it's so nice.

Again let me know what you think! I'm always happy to discuss.

[aturinfortheworse]

being one of those kids who's like "actually it's octopi" is a slippery fucken slope because now i am an adult who hears about cephalopods with some frequency and is still, nonetheless, every single time surprised that the speaker did not say "octopodes"

[prokopetz]

"But doesn't having a notion of 'balanced' combat inherently imply that all combat encounters are expected to be fair and winnable" well, no – it implies only that the GM has the ability to know whether a given combat encounter is fair and winnable.

There's a story that's been going around for decades about a Dungeons & Dragons party who encountered a large room full of treasure while exploring a dungeon. Immediately suspicious, they asked their GM a series of detailed questions about the room, but no obvious dangers were identified. Satisfied, they moved into the room – and were immediately set upon and eaten by the dragon that had been sitting atop the pile of treasure the whole time, which the GM hadn't mentioned because the players never specifically asked about the presence of living creatures within the room.

While this is obviously an extreme and ridiculous case, it illustrates an important point: as GM, you're the group's eyes and ears. If you don't describe something, the player characters literally can't see it – that dragon was effectively invisible from their perspective. The trick is that active malice isn't the only way to invisible-dragon your players; a group can also find themselves invisible-dragoned because the GM simply failed to provide sufficient information for the risk in question to be identified. This can happen through neglect, but it can also happen because the GM themself was unaware that the risk was present.

Now, hold on, you might be saying: the GM "plays" the entire world. How is it possible for the GM not to know that a risk is present? Well, that brings us back around to the subject of combat balance.

A game in which "balanced" combat is a meaningful thing to discuss is typically going to be one in which both the players and the GM are actually making strategic, tactical, and/or logistical decisions, rather than merely producing a description of their characters making such decisions. Without a good handle on the interplay of these decisions, it's completely possible for the GM to be wrong about the level of risk the scenario they've constructed entails.

That's actually pretty critical, because even if you don't care about the game being fair and winnable (and that's a perfectly valid stance), your players are still depending on you to be their eyes and ears, and to give them enough information to make good decisions about whether the fight in front of them is one they can win. A game where not every fight is expected to be winnable needs to be a game where the players have the opportunity to walk away.

No matter how objective you try to be, your own sense of the answer to that question is inevitably going to colour how you communicate about it. You being wrong about the level of risk at hand inherently increases the chance that your players will make bad choices. The party eating a TPK because they made a stupid decision is one thing; the party eating a TPK because they made a decision that looked reasonable from their perspective based on your unwitting miscommunication of the level of risk involved is quite another!

Sure, once the dice hit the table I'm probably going to realise that I fucked up, and I can adjust things on the fly to bring the level of risk that's actually present in line with the level of risk I communicated – but that's extra work I don't need with everything else that's on my plate. And that's a best-case scenario; if I'm running the game for a hardcore let-the-dice-fall-where-they-may group (and such groups tend to have a pretty significant overlap with groups that are cool with not every fight being winnable), I may not be able to adjust the fight's parameters on the fly without violating the social contract of the table.

Basically, whenever I see an OSR game with tactically crunchy combat brag about how its author never even thinks about "balance", what that's telling me is that running this game is going to create a whole lot of extra work for me as a GM. This is not a selling point.

[qsplaylist]

how to build bridges and make meaningful connections ❀•°❀

for the girlies who want more than just superficial relationships

1. be the kind of energy that people want to stay around

be light, not draining. bring warmth, humor, and softness where you can. I always try to smile at people when I talk to them or see them, and people notice how I'm happy to hang out with them. just bringing a positive energy immediately draws people towards you.

try not to complain. everybody has struggles, and while venting can feel natural, it can also quietly drain the energy from conversations and people listening. personally, I struggle with this too. but, when we constantly focus on what's wrong, we unknowingly push people away. no one wants to feel like every conversation is a weight to carry.

instead, try adding something lighter or more meaningful. instead of saying, "I'm so stressed," try "this week is super busy, but I'm making time for a break soon." it's not about pretending that life's perfect, but being mindful of the energy you bring to a space.

show up with consistency. make plans for lunch and actually show up. remember small things that they say in conversations. it's always the greatest feeling when someone remembers that I had an important performance or difficult test and then ask me about it afterwards.

2. connect through conversation

make eye contact. it's uncomfortable, I get it. but, when you look someone in the eye while they're talking to you, it makes you look 1) more engaged about what they're saying, and 2) more genuinely appreciative of their presence. practice doing it little by little every day, and soon, it will become like second-nature.

share stories, not just facts. I think that conversations come alive with small stories with details that make moments memorable. for example, instead of just saying “I had a phone as a kid because I was on the soccer team” (fact), i added layers: “I got a phone because I went to soccer matches as a kid! I was terrible at soccer, but I helped the team by tricking opponents into thinking I’d get the ball. basically, I was a glorified decoy” (story). true story, by the way.

3. acknowledge them, even if you are not actively hanging out.

greet them by name. when you see them while walking, make an effort to remember their name and say hi. I feel that greetings come off as much more genuine when I address them personally.

if you don't know their name, still make an effort to smile and wave. I would still appreciate it if someone takes the time to acknowledge me, even for a little moment, because it shows that they care.

4. embrace compliments and connection

take compliments. I'll be the first to admit, I struggle with this too. but, isn't it a bit awkward when you give someone a compliment and they instantly deflect it with "oh but I look so ugly today like my hair is whack and my eyeliner is uneven" (calling myself out...)? instead, I think it's best to thank them genuinely for noticing you, even if you don't fully agree with their compliment. receive it with gratitude, not self-criticism. it's not about actually being perfect, but appreciating the kindness behind their words.

compliment them back, and be observant about it. you could just say, "you look amazing too" (though that's still nice). but, the next step could be noticing something specific, like their earrings or the way they carry themselves. or, share what you actually admire about them, like their kindness or determination. it's about making your compliment feel personal and thoughtful.

if you admire someone, tell them. it only sounds fake if you make it fake.

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remember, real connections are built on authenticity and kindness. it's not about being perfect. it's about being genuine, showing up, and appreciating the people around you. now, you just have a few more tools on how to make these connections and be the friend that you would appreciate in your own life.

thank you for reading all the way through as always. wishing everybody all the good things in the world and a blessed rest of your day <3

sending lots of love, q's playlist

[thoughtwriter]

on air - g. clarke

summary -> [ part 2 ] you’re a guest on the useless hotline podcast hosted by your secret boyfriend | george clarke x fem!reader

wc -> 1.2k

WARNINGS -> secret/private relationship, george is smitten

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george knew inviting you on the podcast was a bad idea.

not because you wouldn’t be great - quite the opposite, actually. you were quick, charming, dangerously funny. the kind of guest that made a podcast episode fly by and rack up views. but because george had a very hard time pretending you weren’t his girlfriend, and the useless hotline was filmed in 4K and recorded with high-grade microphones that picked up everything - including every slip-up, lingering stare, and voice crack.

and right now? he was seconds away from combusting on camera.

you were sitting across from him, legs crossed, mic in front of you, hoodie sleeves pushed up to your elbows, looking like you didn’t have a secret in the world.

meanwhile, george was sweating. literally and figuratively.

“right, welcome back to the useless hotline,” he said into the mic, trying to sound normal, casual, definitely not like a man who had been up until 2 a.m. last night with the very guest now smiling sweetly across from him. “the show where we help you with your problems, whether you want us to or not.”

“usually not,” max muttered next to him.

you laughed—a soft, familiar sound george had heard a thousand times before, but now it echoed in his headphones like a siren call.

max leaned forward, smirking. “and today we’ve got a very special guest... content creator, chaos gremlin, and george’s—what was it? longtime friend?”

george gave him a look. a subtle but deeply meaningful shut up look. you just smiled and said, “that’s what we’re calling it, yeah.”

you were good at this. at pretending. too good.

george could barely keep his eyes off you. the way your fingers tapped the mic stand absentmindedly, how your lips twitched whenever max made a joke, how you’d glance at george when you were holding back something private - something only the two of you knew. well not just you two but also not the rest of the world.

he was so screwed.

“so,” max said, reading the first listener submission. “this person says: ‘my situationship keeps liking my Instagram stories but never replies to my texts. what do I do?’ classic.”

you leaned in, “oof. see, that’s emotional terrorism.”

george barked a laugh - too loud, too sudden. you glanced at him, amused, and he felt his neck heat up. “sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “just - ‘emotional terrorism.’ that’s gold.”

“tell me I’m wrong, clarke,” you teased, tilting your head.

his full name. dangerous territory. it made his stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t while on camera. “nah, you’re spot on,” he said, but his voice cracked slightly at the end.

max turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing. “you good, george?”

“yep. yep. great.” you smirked. george wanted to crawl under the table.

the episode went on. more questions. more advice. more jokes. and the longer it went, the worse george got. because you were so effortlessly you. because every time you teased him, he had to stop himself from reaching across the table and grabbing your hand like he always did when you were off-camera. because every time you laughed, he remembered what it felt like to kiss you mid-laughter, tangled in sheets and sunlight.

you reached for your drink, eyes flicking to him mid-sip. that look. the look you gave him when you wanted to be alone. private. quiet. yours.

he nearly dropped his mic. max noticed—of course he did.

“george,” he said suddenly, interrupting whatever nonsense advice you were giving. “what’s going on with you today? you’re being weird.”

george flinched. “i’m not being weird.”

“you’re being super weird,” max insisted. “you’re staring at her like she’s about to float away.” you raised your eyebrows in mock surprise. “am i?”

george laughed nervously. “i’m just - she’s just funny. that’s why she’s here.” max narrowed his eyes. “uh-huh. not because you live together or anything.”

you coughed. george blinked, “we don’t live together.”

max smirked. “not technically. but didn’t you stay at her place last night?” george’s mouth opened. closed. you shot Max a look that could kill.

“wow, max,” you said slowly. “way to make it weird.”

george leaned back, palms up. “can we not do this on air?”

“oh my god,” Max gasped. “you two are actually—?”

“nope,” you cut in smoothly. “still besties. he just likes my cooking.”

“yeah,” George added, voice hoarse. “just... spaghetti and stuff.”

you knew he was remembering last night. the way you kissed him in the kitchen, salt still on your fingers, shirt half-unbuttoned from laughing too hard during dinner. the way he picked you up and laid you across the counter, like-

“george,” max said again. “dude. you’re gone.”

“okay, next question!” george blurted, slapping the desk. “this one says: ‘is it a red flag if my boyfriend won’t post me?’”

max raised an eyebrow. “a very fitting question for the current vibe.”

you looked at George. your voice was low, almost teasing. “well, it depends, right? some people just like privacy.”

“yeah,” george said, throat dry. “privacy’s important.”

max squinted. “sure, but like… if you’re dating someone and you’re never in their stories, never on their grid, don’t even get a soft launch - what’s that about?”

you shrugged. “maybe they’re just waiting for the right time.”

“or maybe they’re secretly dating their podcast guest,” max said under his breath. george choked.

you snorted. “i think we’ve veered off-topic.”

george could barely look at you for the rest of the episode. he was red, flustered, and so obviously not okay. the fans were going to eat this up. the clips alone were going to break tiktok. you were cool as ever - effortlessly gliding through the chaos.

but as the outro music played and the red light on the camera clicked off, you finally looked at him properly. the kind of look that said, you’re in so much trouble, but i kind of love you for it.

george leaned toward you, voice low, private, almost pleading.

“i was trying so hard to keep it together.”

you leaned closer, “you did terribly.”

he laughed, soft and warm, “i know.”

you looked over at max, who was pretending to check his phone but was definitely eavesdropping. then you reached over and squeezed george’s hand under the table, a quiet promise between the chaos.

“next time,” you whispered, “maybe we don’t pretend.”

george blinked. “yeah?”

you grinned,“yeah.”

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@/uselesshotlinepod - Y’all… there’s NO WAY George and y/n are just “friends.” This episode is wild and you can go watch it now.

i’m on a role rn slayy. feel free to request i get to them within a week of when they are requested

[bionic-vapour-boy]

i realized how tumblr sheltered the Conclave fandom was when i went on youtube and every other video essay was saying that it was "an attack on christianity" and "woke". way to miss the point

the point of the movie is to criticize the church, and how so many people now prioritize the church (whether it is the positions those in power have, the image it has, the power one can have within it, etc. etc) over actually following the teachings of Jesus (of forgiveness, and love, and caring for others, etc.) . it criticizes the conservatives (tedesco), who would rather return to the values that they think are right than to accept an ever changing world, and to spread the love and forgiveness that Jesus asks them to. it criticizes those who have positions in power in the church and have used this power to hide the harm they have caused others (adeyemi). it criticizes those who use the power the church has to further their personal goals (tremblay). it criticizes the liberals who claim to want to include those excluded and oppressed by the church in the past but refuse to actually stand up and say/do something meaningful (bellini).

and then you have lawrence, a man who fears he is doubting god, while in reality he doubts the church, yet to him what is most important is the visuals of all of it. it has to look like he truly believes, that he truly is fit for the job, that he really is a part of this. he has to make sure that the right candidate gets chosen that makes the church look the best. and it all comes crashing down when Benitez arrives. he is the ideal. he has been there, in the most dangerous places he can be, helping those in extreme conditions, even risking his life to do so. in the book he explicitly says that some of the most important work he has done is directly helping thousands of women who have been victims of genocidal rape. and he does this as a geniune desire to help others. to act by the word of God. he is the one with the least aspirations to papacy, but with the truest connection to God, which is why he prevails at the end.

and it is what a lot of people miss about him being intersex. its not this crazy plot twist to shock the viewers, or this dei inclusion plot to own the catholics or something. benitez is, out of all the 118 cardinals in the conclave, the most fit for the job of pope. so why should it matter that he is intersex? he is what god made him after all. but lawrence is concerned. does this make him inelegible for the position? what if word gets out? how will the people react? the concern is ultimately, about the church, how it will look, how it will react. not God. and benitez does not care what people think. he is what god made him, he is happy with who he is, and he has come to terms with his intersex traits. so once again, why should it matter? and it is what the movie is trying to say. so many people focus too much on the church, on the rules that humans have made up about what is right and what is wrong, on who is allowed to be part of the curia, that they have forgotten that god truly stands for. that they care more about the genitals of the pope than what he stands for, than what he is capable of, than the good he has done. and as a catholic it has put into writing (and speech) so many thoughts and feelings that i have had for a while, especially benitez speech after the explosion.

this movie does not hate catholicism!! it loves catholicism!! its symbolism, its love and detail for the setting, the clothing, the nuns. its all so careful and loving. the people like those i mentioned at the beginning are exactly who Conclave criticizes.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[5:24 pm]

"Nice try, we don't believe you guys," your friend laughed sarcastically as they walked through your front door to catch sight of you and childhood best friend!Jeno pressed together looking like a loved up couple.

For some reason, over the nearly 20 years of friendship with Jeno, it had become some kind of ongoing bit for the two of you to act like a couple. Usually you had good reason, like someone being annoying and not leaving either of you alone, or someone hitting on either one of you but not getting the hint.

Other times, it was just to mess with your friends, your friends who were far too used to it and tired of it. At least 80% of the hang outs you all had would start with you and Jeno claiming you were a couple. The first few times they fell for it, but now it was just the normal. They weren't tired because it wasn't funny, it was kind of funny. Funny because the two of you were so clearly in love with each other yet refuse to act on it.

Jeno never protected anyone the way he protected you. You didn't care for anyone the way you cared for Jeno. You both had so many inside jokes that the others would never understand. You both could have conversations with just your eyes, you both knew things about the other that no normal friends would know about each other. You were both each other's first call when something went wrong, the first text in the morning, and your last text at night (if you didn't fall asleep while on a call). You both refused to get into relationships with other people, because somethings always felt "wrong."

Yeah, your friends had all decided that you were both idiots and the "wrong-ness" was always just that the potential partner wasn't you or Jeno. However, tonight you and Jeno had decided to commit. Your friends were going to believe it if it was the last thing they did.

"We're actually like really together this time, today is officially one week and 3 days," you tell your friends as you all settle down on the couch to start your movie marathon.

"We've fallen for that too many times now. Just give it up," your friend waves off.

"Yeah, start the movie," another friend sighs.

Jeno gulps, standing suddenly, "I think we would really just appreciate the support of our friends as we navigate our new relationship."

"Look guys, it's the same routine every time. You guys claim to be together and the only difference is that you take your usual affection to another level of annoying. If you were ever actually together, you wouldn't feel the need to announce it every few weeks or still be on dating apps. I mean, Jeno, didn't you ask me just a few days ago why you were still getting Hinge emails?" Your first friend asks, crossing their arms.

"Plus, I think you guys would be that annoying couple that would be shameless and kiss in front of us all the time," another friend pipes up.

Jeno's face falls into a serious look, he grabs your hand and tugs you up. Your chest crashes into his own as your eyes widen in surprise. The plan had simply been to cuddle, giggle, and maybe sit in his lap.

Your friends all paused, eyes full of caution as they watched the two of you. Jeno's breathing was uneven and nervous as his eyes searched your own.

You blinked and his forehead was pressed against your own and as you gasped in surprise his lips met your own. He was still for just a moment, giving you the opportunity to pull away, to smack him, to tell him he was crazy, but you didn't.

Instead, your breath hitched as you kissed him back. His lips were soft and his hands even softer as he delicately cupped your face. Your lips moved in sync, slow, tentative, but meaningful. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, his heart was beating just as fast under your hand.

Your friends all eyed each other awkwardly. This had never happened before. It was only when your hand moved from Jeno's chest to gripping the cotton at his waist to pull him closer that they all got the message and left while high fiving each other on the way out.

You and Jeno were far too entangled in one another to even care. One of hands went from your face to your waist and the other went to the back of your neck. His gently tilted your head up to kiss you more deeply.

Everything was slow and passionate, but it felt right. There were explosions happening all around you, remnant sparks from Jeno's lips that shot right down your spine. Why had you waited so long to do this? Why had you deprived yourself of this feelings for all these years? You couldn't even fight how your body melted against his as your grip on his shirt became desperate and your lungs burned for air. You couldn't find it in yourself to pull away, too greedy for more, more, more.

Jeno pulled away first, lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath. His forehead was pressed against your own, "I don't think we can be friends anymore."

A choked squeak escaped your throat involuntarily, "I'm sorry?"

"No, don't be sorry. I could have said that better," Jeno chuckles, his hands softly cupping your face to keep you from looking away. "I can't be just friends with you when I don't have friendly feelings for you. I can't believe it took this long, it's always been something in the back of my mind, but I think I love you-- no. I know I love you."

"After that kiss, I don't have friendly feelings for you either. I guess when I think about it, there's no one else that will get me like you. No one will ever know me better than you or understand me like you do. I love you too, Jeno. And I really, really want to keep kissing you," You confess breathlessly.

"I don't think they'd like it if we keep kissing, unfortunately," Jeno sighs, despite his words leaning in toward you again.

It's then that you notice how quiet your living room is. You pull away to look around the room, finally noticing that it's just you and Jeno in your apartment. "What the... when did everyone leave?" You wonder aloud.

"Who cares? Let's keep kissing," Jeno replies, tugging you closer. And who are you to argue?

[mochazai]

𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙊𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 : 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Summary: What’s it like dating the god of mischief? Here’s what I think it’s like :3

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N: suddenly got the motivation to write this so im comin’ outta the woodworks, hope y’all like it and I’d love any thoughts y’all would have! Likes, comments and reblogs are all very much appreciated :3

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Loki’s not the easiest person to get along with, but if you manage to steal his heart, you’re sure to be in for an experience.

He’s a charmer and he has a silver tongue, that’s something every version of him has in common, but this loki will use his power with words to woo you and make you feel like the most special person in all the nine worlds.

He’s a prince and he’s got prince money, so expect him to spoil you with things he knows you’ll like. Loki’s the silent watchful type so expect him to notice little things about you.

When you yap, he remembers, most of the time, and you’re re honestly shocked at how good his memory is.

But when he gets into icy moods, your good intentions get lost in translation and your attempts at trying to figure out whats wrong might trigger him to lash out. Give him space and he’ll apologize when he calms down.

Oh! Youre one of the few people he willingly apologizes to, without pride (okay maybe a little pride) he accepts his mistakes and wants to show you he isnt the monster they all say he is.

When he does need comfort, youre the first person he seeks out. He comes into your room silently and when not even a tiny witty remark leaves his lips, you know he just needs an anchor to ground him. He’ll curl upto you and let you card your fingers through his raven black hair and on rare occasions when he actually does want to vent, he’ll talk in the softest voice youve heard him use. He’s secretly terrified youll think he’s weak and be disgusted by him, but the way you reassure him and kiss him on his forehead reminds him otherwise.

When he told you he was a frost giant, he expected you to be repulsed but when you say his species doesn’t affect how much you love him, his mind freezes. He’d been anticipating a negative reaction, and he’d rehearsed how to handle them but this immediate acceptance left him so shocked and relieved he cried as he hugged you tight, whispering a small yet meaningful ‘Thank You’.

He has a lot of trust issues you’ll have to work through together. He knows it’s unfair to you, but he’s trying. For you he’s trying to be better.

I feel like he’s someone who usually lets people leave if they want, he’s used to being the dispensable one or the one who gets left behind so he’s learned to not attach himself to even those he cares most about, handling the loss of companions and friends with a cold and logical view. But if you manage to show him you’re not leaving, that you aren’t going to abandon him, then he’ll love you with all he has, itll take him a while to learn to though.

His magic is hella strong and he loves that you’re fascinated with it. He’ll do little tricks to cheer you up when you’re down and if you have magic in you, he’ll teach you himself.

The dates he takes you on can be both luxurious and even cozy. He used to look down on simple cafe dates and library hang-outs, but once he learned to see the subtle charm in them, he began to love them as much as the fancy restaurants. He’s a classy guy and you cant blame him for living like he did in asgard.

Believes that hi partner must be respected, protected and treated like royalty,regardless of their gender. His mama raised him well and he sure as hell knows how to treat his partner. If anyone disrespects you? HEXED. If a man cat calls you while you’re out on a walk, he turns them into pigs or curses their tongues to shrivel up and fall out. No one gets to disrespect his Love, No one.

He’s got a keen eye for fashion, and if you arent a particularly fashion-savvy person he’ll help you style outfits and would love to coordinate outfits, not in the traditional matchy-matchy way, but in a way where you both look distinct in your own way while also complimenting each other perfectly.

He also likes seeing you in gold, but if you’re more a silver person he wont force you, but he mightt get something with both gold and silver as a compromise.

I think that Loki would love his partner regardless of their height , weight, size or gender. He loves you for who you are, not what you look like.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 ; 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲,𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[tainbocuailnge]

this is a final fantasy fourteen dawntrail post. it speaks incredibly for the desperation of the people of alexandria in its decline that they both couldn't bear to remember the dead and couldn't bear the thought of the dead no longer being remembered, and thus created this contradictory system where the dead are only remembered by something other than those to whom that memory is meaningful. so crushed by collective trauma and grief that they directed every effort to eradicating awareness of mortality altogether and it's resulted in a paradise where everyone is incredibly blasé about dying because the dead live forever in the cloud until they run out of spare souls and are completely paralyzed with fear of their own mortality.

but even more than desperation it speaks of a naive sincerity that the scientists and officials behind the project just actually genuinely built and maintained this giant memory database to preserve the deceased at increasingly large cost, rather than just lie that they totally did that to a populace who won't remember those deceased anyway. they're not harvesting souls to power the war effort while using a recreation of the beloved princess as puppet figurehead, they completely sincerely recreate the dead from their memories and simulate them living happily ever after, started by a sincere desire to not lose their beloved princess. living memory is an eternal theme park that actively goes out of its way to facilitate letting people who remember each other fondly meet again. it's the manifestation of a childish wish for a world where there are no partings, only reunions. it's a theme park rather than an actual city with a dmv and shit like amaurot was precisely Because it's a childish dream. it's fundamentally an artificial experience, but one which sole motive is to bring joy and relief from everyday sadness.

and sphene is the first and most prominent victim of that naive sincerity. she's the mascot of this theme park, and because she's the mascot in charge of providing this artificial but kind experience she can't ever break character. the people of alexandria couldn't bear the thought of her being forgotten, so they created a memory of her that would last forever, but they also couldn't bear to actually remember sphene, so she's a mascot instead of a person. she loves her people, and they love her, but none of them can possibly understand the weight that love puts on her shoulders. the sphene we meet is fundamentally trapped by other people's deeply limited understanding of her.

it's so so so important to her character that she's a small dainty feminine woman that exists to take care of everyone emotionally and be loved by them for being so nice and sweet and loving, and when she tries to arrange some kind of secure future she ends up with an abusive husband who ignores her wants and needs for his own ambitions, and she is fundamentally unable to act outside this highly gendered framework. sphene reads like the commonplace tragedy of the straight woman to me to the point where making her in lesbians with wuk lamat is like. I can certainly understand wanting to grant sphene the sense of liberation and comfort that many lesbians themselves feel at the realisation that they don't have to marry men, so far be it from me to say anyone is wrong to do so. but it's kinda ignoring part of what her deal is for the sake of that comfort I think.

not that lesbians have never ended up in abusive marriages with men but sphene very explicitly does not have other options, part of the tragedy is that you fundamentally cannot actually grant her that liberation and comfort. cahciua explicitly says there's no way to know what the real living sphene would have done because this sphene is a recreated memory of the beloved princess whose job is to sustain living memory. their darling sphene who will always listen to all their troubles and is always nice to them and will always take care of them. she's literally trapped by the role society assigned her, and that role is essentially to be their tradwife mother. the living sphene may have been into women, but the people who recorded her to create the sphene we meet never even considered the option.

do you guys know that tweet thread where OP describes going to a funeral for a woman they didn't know who'd died young of a heart attack, and the husband spent most of the eulogy talking about himself instead of his recently deceased wife, and by the end of the ceremony OP had learned nothing at all about what this woman was like beyond being a wife and mother? everyone fondly remembers the princess and queen of alexandria, but nobody remembers sphene. and just like all OP could still do for this woman was go to her casket and acknowledge that she too had been a full person in her own right before the stress of swallowing everything about herself killed her, all wuk lamat can really still do for sphene is think of her as the full person she must have been.

we're not told anything about what sphene was like as a leader, what her policies were, how she actually did her work, her vision for the future of her country before she died and was reconstructed. they only tell us everyone loved her so dearly because she was so kind to them. we're shown her dying moments and it's her using her airship to shield a civilian, so we can assume her love for her people was indeed true. but none of sphene's history that we're shown and nothing of how otis (who knew the living sphene) talks about her tells us anything about what she was like outside her role as beloved princess. her memories from after her "revival" are dissonant and corrupted and possibly not even real, and her policy of preserving living memory no matter what is a wish implanted in her by the people who reconstructed her. we don't even get to see what she looked like when alive. the only sphene the people know is the theme park mascot of living memory.

cahciua was exactly as erenville knew her and was true enough to herself to be able to turn against the system, so we're not given reason to believe any of the endless were tampered with. but sphene was already dead by the time they even tried to figure out how to preserve her memory, her actual soul and memories definitely long gone by the time the technology worked. we're explicitly told that nobody in everkeep really cared who or what sphene was as long as she adequately fulfilled this role of loving them all so much. she can't even tell you her favourite food, none of the people who labored so intensely and sincerely to bring her back bothered to write down even her most basic personal preferences when they reconstructed her. she has to deflect the question with "when I think of the people who make the food I can't pick just one" because the only preference she's allowed is loving all her people equally. she's completely thrown off that wuk lamat would even ask.

and it's precisely because she is remembered only as this kind loving woman who gave everything for her people that she is weak and powerless to actually do whatever it takes to keep them safe. she does not have the freedom to assert herself, let alone to be cruel or violent or take extreme actions. society does not give her that freedom, because she is a small dainty woman and (therefore) the only role allowed to her is to be their tradwife mother. so while her desire to protect her people is as real and true as it can be part of her plan to lobotomise herself in order to become someone capable of violence and cruelty also reads to me as that specific female frustration of wanting to destroy the sweet babygirl image of yourself by doing something extreme. like britney spears shaving her head. but in sphene's case destroying the babygirl image amounts to destroying herself completely, because the babygirl image of her is all that comprises her. and so when all is said and done the only fragment of sphene that is restored and lingers just a bit longer after that image is destroyed is the sphene that wuk lamat sincerely wanted to get to know.

[klausysworld]

Hey.. Been having a rough few days mentally.. Is it possible you could write an angst/fluff fic about Klaus saving the reader from death when she tries to unalive herself..? Pills being her poison of choice.. Klaus becoming terrified he lost the one thing that truly made his life meaningful again. He uses his blood to bring her back at just the brink of time. When she's conscious Klaus holds her tightly in relief and its super fluffy at the end..?

(Triggering content‼️)

A Moment of Comfort

Klaus had taken an interest in Y/n from day one.

She was a quiet person in a loud town and it interested him.

Everyone was self absorbed, nosey, invasive and involved but she just didn't seem to care.

At first he thought she might be the sarcastic type, the one that would give little quips that made up for her mostly observant side but she just didn't care. Not about anything. He thought that would bore him but he wanted to know why. He wanted to know what she wanted, what she needed to pull some care and some love, some happiness from within her.

Klaus had watched her a little, wanting to learn about her, to know her. However she wasn't someone you could know from the outside, he needed to understand her mind, her thoughts and her feelings to ever have any idea about who she really was.

Which was how he ended up sat beside her in the grill, tracing little patterns on her arm with his forefinger and chatting her ear off for the entirety of the afternoon. Eventually he had pulled a laugh from her and it made his whole face light up to see the smile that lingered on her delicate face.

She ended up with that same slightly detached look in her eyes when she pulled her hands away and left to walk home. Klaus followed her to keep her safe before going to his own house, wondering about her.

He learnt quickly that there was something mildly wrong. Maybe something sad had happened or maybe it was just the way she had become. There wasn't something wrong per say but there was something about her that made him worry for her. He wanted her to feel safe and secure but it was clear that she didn't always have that. Klaus wanted to be her net to catch her.

But first, he needed her to like him. Just a little bit.

She started to aswell.

She liked talking to him, listening to him. He grounded her when she got lost. After a while he would invite her over to his house and she would get to appreciate the Mikaelson manor. It was void and peaceful, she liked that about his home.

Klaus had bought a new chair just for her, it was round in shape so that she could curl up like he knew she wanted to. It was a protective position, defensive and he would often wonder why she felt so scared sometimes or perhaps just unstable?

He wasn't sure how to offer the security that he had to offer. However he knew that to really protect her, he needed her trust. Their understanding needed to be mutual to build a relationship of sorts. She had to help him help her.

But Y/n didn't really know how to do that. Who does?

Klaus tried though. He would offer her affection and someone to rely on from time to time. He would hold her when he could feel that she wanted that. Sometimes she would be more hesitant but after a little while she got used to his touch and enjoyed being wrapped in his strength, it made her feel shielded from the evil of the world.

Klaus would play with her hair until her eyes got heavy and sleep overtook her sweet mind. Often whens she slept he would just hold her tight and keep her warm, very occasionally he would actually put her into his bed; usually if it was already night or if he knew she was particularly exhausted. Every now and then her eyes would be particularly tired, sometimes he wondered if she was asleep with her eyes still open. He would see her expression go blank and he would try to talk to her, bring her back but every now and then he would accept that she wasn't in with the conversation and he would try to supply a source of comfort.

She was a good girl. Klaus knew that, she was sweet and loving but she reserved it for small moments and for certain people. Klaus became one of those people.

He cared for her, he even started to love her.

She was what he looked forward to when he got home. Whether he got to physically see her (which he did usually) or if it were just a phone call, even a text conversation. Y/n was the highlight of each day and he was hers.

Each week had gotten a little easier since he had started talking to her. He wanted to see her whether she was talkative or not, happy or not. Klaus was always there for her and she loved that, she learnt to love his love and she tried to love him but she wasn't sure that she. could allow herself to.

She was troubled, some would say. Y/n had been in a pattern of lows that would absorb her life more often then she anyone could handle.

It wasn't the first time she had spiralled. Collecting pills had become a habit years ago. She would save them up, had to be enough to actually kill her, she would always worry that she needed more to really cut it.

To be honest, Klaus hadn't even crossed her mind when she twisted the cap off of the once forgotten bottle of tasteless wine that had collected its own coat of dust.

Nothing passed her thoughts, not really. She just knew what she had to do, she had thought about it for too long. The consequences wouldn't be hers, she wouldn't be suffering. That was how she had grown to look at it.

It was only after she had swallowed an uncountable amount of pills that she considered Klaus's reaction. Surely it couldn't affect him that much though, they had only known each other a few months and he was a busy man. He would be able to distract himself after a couple days. He had a family that would support him. He didn't need her.

But he did.

Klaus had been calling her on and off for hours, the first couple times she didn't pick up he thought she might've bene asleep but the fear that something deeper was wrong started to sink in.

He was in his car and at her house after the seventh missed call and he knew something was wrong.

The door was broken in within seconds and he was making his way inside, calling for her.

"Y/n? Love?" He yelled, brows furrowed as he pushed through the rooms to find her room.

Everything stopped moving when he saw her.

On the floor, leant against the side of her bed unconscious, wine spilt and staining the carpet but that didn't concern him. It was the barely beating heart in her chest and the few pills that she must've been too out of it to take.

"No no no no no" He whispered, his legs going weak causing him to crawl toward her, pulling her to him with urgency. "Oh love, it's okay" He uttered, tears welling in his eyes and his throat closing. "It's okay, I got you"

His hands lifted her head but she couldn't hold it up, her eyes wouldn't open and she couldn't breathe. He couldn't get her to breathe.

He bit into his wrist, forcing it to her mouth and tried to have his blood drip down into her system.

"Come on, come on, come on" He begged, cupping her jaw and kissing her forehead.

"Yes" He uttered when she groaned and coughed, spluttering a burst of his blood out. She gagged and he held her up, rubbing the top of her back.

She went heavy in his hold but she was alive and that's all that mattered so he just kept holding onto her. Burying his face into her hair and whispering his prayers.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's alright I have you"

His eyes stung as he clung onto her. He could see her vision returning and cupped her face gently but firmly in his hands.

"Look at me, love." he murmured, hidden desperation behind each word as she senses came to and she glanced around confused. For a split second she wasn't sure what had happened before the memory flooded in and she let out an exhausted cry. She closed her eyes and let her body stay limp, head against his shoulder whilst she breathed shallowly.

Faintly she could hear Klaus's begging whispers, she could feel his soft touch and smell his rich scent. It brought a small sense of comfort but did not stop the silent tears from slipping down the cheeks that his hands held. The press of his lips lingered for a moment on her forehead before she felt his arm slip under her knees and lift her body.

He held her to him whilst his spare hand hurriedly grabbed whatever necessities he could spot. A blanket was tucked against her and to his arm so she was shielded from the wind when they sped outside and through the streets of New Orleans. Within a moments thought they were within the warmth of the abattoir and Klaus's cologne swallowed her. She murmured uneasily as he lay her in his bed and wrapped both the sheets and himself around her, leaving her no opportunity to ever get away from him. Not that she had any desire to pull away from his hold in that moment. Waking up from what was supposed to be her death was only the slightest bit manageable with Klaus at her side.

Silently she thought about apologising but she wasn't sure it would be truthful so she remained quiet as he stroke her hair and pepper the tiniest of kisses across her face as though they were sun-kissed freckles.

"You cannot leave me like this" He whispered, his voice cracking in a way that hurt her heart and made her eyes squeeze shut. She worried he would be angry or upset with her but when his arms held her tighter and his forehead pressed to hers, and he muttered to her "I promise I will do all that I can to make you feel whatever comfort you need so long as you never attempt to leave me again", she didn't feel pressure or weight.

She content in a strange way, she felt a slight feeling of peace overcome her mind for a moment as she put as much trust as she could in his hands.

Klaus would never break that trust, he would never take away her comfort, he would never leave her alone again.

[holoska]

after debating for weeks whether to stay very far away from the deltarune soriel discourse or let myself ramble about my faves like I want to, the latter has finally won out

I've had time to properly absorb the weight of all that happens at the end of chapter 4, and obviously I do feel for both kris and susie. that is The Point of the scenes being from their perspectives; after everything they just went through and all the worry they had for toriel's safety (for the second time in 24 hours!), the scene they come home to is maybe the most uncomfortable slap in the face possible. it sticks out to me that the last thing susie talks about before the dark fountain is sealed is her wanting tomorrow to be the same as yesterday and for everything to always be able to go back to how it was, and that's what greets them - a blatant, obnoxious sign that things are changing. even though the scene has a lighthearted side, its overall tone adds to the downcast feeling the chapter ends on.

having said that, as someone who has spent the past 9 and a half years being normal about sans and toriel, I'm still very very happy that this is a canon scene we got 💜

the fandom may be largely not considering their perspectives in the slightest (or worse, only viewing their perspectives from the most bad faith angles possible), but I for one love this for them!! as other very good posts have pointed out, toriel has been sorely in need of someone who's there for her - an awful lot of people in town saw the divorce play out and have something to say about it, the holiday family are closer to asgore than toriel, kris is her child and stuck in the middle of their parents' issues, and while she's friends with alphys, them being coworkers and alphys being kris' teacher likely puts a distance of sorts between them. but sans is new in town, someone she immediately connects with, who has no pre-existing opinions about her family and has seen firsthand what toriel has to put up with from asgore. in every universe, sans is exactly the kind of person toriel needs in her life.

there's less to work with from sans' perspective given how little we know about him, and I'm not all-in on sans being from deltarune just yet (more specifically I do love the theory, I'm just giving myself room to not be too disappointed if it doesn't happen), but the new version of it's raining somewhere else being named 'the place where it rained' emotionally destroys me forever. either way it drives home just how happy toriel makes sans in both worlds and I love that so so much :']

to be clear I'm not saying they did nothing wrong, their choices negatively impacted kris and susie and they were objectively disruptive and inconsiderate after kris went to bed. but I like that they're being messy and flawed, because it means this isn't just "my faves are getting closer in the background yippee" but that their relationship is potentially an actual part of the story, and that's how you get The Good Stuff!! we wouldn't have had meaningful character moments like noelle finally standing up to queen if queen hadn't tried to control noelle and just listened to her from the start, or susie comforting ralsei with her bloodied hand if he'd told her and kris every detail of the full prophecy the moment he met them and never kept any secrets. if all the hints towards a flower shop dark world turn out to be true then it's pretty clear the story is building things up to make those future character moments hit, and considering we still don't know what happened with the dreemurr divorce at this point, chapter 5 seems like a perfect opportunity to dive into all of that.

plus, as sweet as susie's bond with toriel is, I honestly think susie seeing this side of toriel needed to happen. a lot of the fandom's complaints about toriel right now boil down to her not being the "perfect mother" they thought she was, and what bothers me about that is toriel was never meant to be that kind of character. toby has said that she's not the classic video game protagonist's mother who sees you off on your journey and you can come home and visit any time, and nothing changes and she never has any substantial character of her own. in undertale she literally handholds frisk through the tutorial, she becomes the first boss in her attempt to protect them when every other human left her care, and once they leave she won't let them come back or even call her phone because she can't face seeing them knowing they'll leave again and likely be killed. she's more than just the mother figure of the game, she's her own person with likes and dislikes, hobbies and flaws, and a past and trauma she can't overcome until the best ending.

we've only seen the tip of the iceberg of her history in deltarune, but that same principle holds true: she isn't the perfect parent you return to after each day's adventure, who gives you butterscotch pancakes every morning and never has any real part in the story because that isn't the intent behind her character. she mentioned her loneliness back in chapter 1, kris has secrets and problems they aren't letting her in on, asgore is being relentlessly inconsiderate of her boundaries, and for all susie's praise of toriel being a good mother, I think that house of cards was going to fall eventually. my hope is that, like her blowing up at ralsei ultimately bringing them closer, susie being able to see toriel as the imperfect adult she is but one who does genuinely care might help them build a stronger bond in the end too.

I think I always knew that if soriel ever inched closer to being canon there'd be discourse about it, and toriel slander is unfortunately nothing new. people are just being annoying about it currently and it sucks when I genuinely love what's being built up here!!

anyway crossing my fingers for a scene where toriel invites sans to the festival before she gets thrown in the bunker/he gets sent to undertale/the roaring happens/all of the above 🤞

[utilitycaster]

i am so curious what you think about fearne as a character, especially in the full context of this campaign, and how she ranks in terms of contributing good storytelling. she was consistently my least favorite (ie., lovely and entertaining to watch, but not personally interesting or dimensional in a way that made me care, and more often than not, frustratingly avoidant of plot or depth) and i'm wondering how much you'd relate to that. i'm interested in hearing an alternate perspective! this is an invitation for as much of your thoughts as you have them, because i love reading your posts and meta. have a great day <3

Hey anon, thank you!

I find myself in an awkward place here because I do like Fearne for a couple reasons, and I think a major one is because I think Ashley is one of the only people at the table who actually explored, in-character, that Fearne was an indecisive person who was terrified of making the wrong choices (notably during both the aftermath of the first Otohan fight, and during the whole course of Shardgate). Like, Fearne's disconnect at times from the world, and moments of self-centeredness, and indecision all felt very true to Ashley's original concept both in EXU Prime and the general concept of fey morality. I also think that in a campaign with a number of fraught familial relationships that were underserved, Fearne's was, while still not given the time I wish it had been, one of the strongest. Fearne deciding, after meeting her missing parents, that she wasn't sure if she liked them felt very earned and true, and it felt like she put in the work when she later spoke to them during the party's time resting in the Feywild.

I also give Fearne something of a pass because I think she was put in perhaps the least enviable spot of all this campaign, and that's saying something. While I think pretty much every character would have been much, much better had we focused more on their backstory and exploring and resolving that, Ashley's intended darker fairytale concept was just...abandoned. Like we got Ligament Manor and Morri, and they were great! But there was no plot for her in the feywild other than "your parents are caught up in this moon thing, and your birth father is also caught up in this moon thing". The first part came up very early and got quickly overshadowed by the rest of the whole Bassuras pile-up, and the second part came out right before the Ruidus scouting mission and was perhaps one of the worst victims of the late campaign breakneck pacing. Honestly, a lot of the feywild stuff felt oddly insubstantial - we know that breaking the fey key apparently did something, and that breaking up the meeting in Pravenier prevented Fey allies from attacking Vox Machina at the key in the end (though it's hard to say exactly what that would have entailed), but like...was the Seelie Court working in opposition? Were there any extraplanar allies in the Accord? Was the Feywild at risk here, as Ollie believed it to be? Because it never entered into Bells Hells' considerations! All the Feywild plot threads just went nowhere. Even their greatest fey ally, Ira, was far more motivated by his own dislike of Ludinus than any loyalty to Fearne; the party didn't really need to cultivate him as an ally, he just showed up.

And then, of course, there's the fact that Fearne was a Ruidusborn, but she wasn't THE Ruidusborn, she wasn't exaltant, that was Imogen - and the cool thing she did get, the spark of Rau'shan, was a great moment but was, like Ashton's titan abilities, mechanical and some cool scenes only but not relevant to Predathos in a meaningful way any more so than like, Chetney's ability to turn into a wolf was. I don't even think Ashley was being particularly indecisive, or rather, the Zathuda and Yu "should we kill them or no" scenes were excruciating in the lack of decision, but I feel that the problem was she was given absolutely nothing to fucking work with and that's not her fault. I think it's a testament to Ashley's ability as an actor that I do feel she had depth and even a little character development because she was essentially pushed into a thankless second fiddle role. When I think of the people who actually made an effort to do small solo scenes or seek other people out, Fearne praying to the Wildmother or Raven Queen and pickpocketing scenes stand out as bright spots.

So I think it's valid to be frustrated or not vibe, but I think it's entirely a DM-ing problem. This campaign was really not made to accommodate Fearne's concept.

[fuyuu-chan]

Hi! I saw that you were open for requests. Could I request Jinwoo and zhigang with a timid reader who sings soft heartfelt songs when they think theyre sleeping?

(Like penelope from Epic the musical. Specifically her part of Would you fall in love with me again

Heres a link of it helps: https://youtu.be/rF5tJ8xuaIc?feature=shared)

I feel like there would be a paralell between hunters and their civilan partners with Odyseus and Penelope. Like how Penelope will love Odyssus no matter what, the same way that reader will love their respective partner no matter what theyve done in the gates to live another day and come back home.

No pressure to do it, but if you decide to thank you so much!

"Would you fall in love with me again?"

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader & Liu Zhigang x Reader (Separate)

Warning: mentioned/implied of killing

Fuyuu-chan: Hii! Thank you for requesting, your idea was really amazing and i enjoyed writing this one! <3 Hehehe i hope i did it right and according to your expectations. I tried my best, also i don't really know much about the musical so i apologize beforehand if i did something wrong or i didn't portray it very well

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Sung Jinwoo:

"You look different, your eyes look tired Your frame is lighter, your smile torn Is it really you, my love?"

He came home feeling tired and a bit guilty(?), he saw how you greet him the moment he entered your shared house with that same cheerful smile. Just earlier he killed someone...a person, not a monster. 

"I am not the man you fell in love with I am not the man you once adored I am not your kind and gentle husband And I am not the love you knew before"

He felt guilty in a sense that, you love him because he was sweet, caring, innocent. Because you fell in love with him even before he was known as the strongest when he was still known as the weakest.

If you got to know whatever is happening to every dungeon he went into? Would you still love him? Or would you be scared of him and leave him?

He greets you back as he returned your embrace.

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That night when the two of you finally laid down on the bed, he kissed you on the forehead saying goodnight as you snuggle next to him.

He closed his eyes as she hummed a lullaby. Being with her, laying next to her..its peaceful, he felt safe but yet there's still a lingering doubt, that lingering thought. But maybe he could enjoy this moment for a bit...for a while even though it may change the moment you got to know the person he had become.

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You glance up to Jinwoo in which you saw him with his eyes closed, thinking he was sleeping you remain snuggled to him, softly singing a song that you have grown to like. Its a song with such a meaning, words that you wanted to say to Jinwoo but yet doesn't know how to, but thanks to this song you can express your feelings.

As you sang softly, you are unaware that Jinwoo was actually still awake, but he didn't let you know it yet. he simply listens and the lyrics had catch him off guard.

"I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting"

As you sang those lines, he can't help but felt like you know what has been going through his mind, the turmoil that has been happening inside him. The doubts, the thoughts, the insecurities.

But yet here you are, uttering those words as if to answer all his doubts, to reassure him. sure, you might have just been singing a song that catch your attention but yet he felt like you are saying it to him, like you mean, like it came from your heart.

And knowing you, that is probably the case. you always sang him love songs, meaningful ones, but this one...this one is the one that he needed the most right now. Something he deeply wanted to hear from you, he haven't told you everything that is bothering him inside the dungeons, the things he did inside but yet there was a lingering thought that maybe you already knew. That you had him figured him out. Its no surprise though...you have known him long enough for you to read him like a book.

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The next day, Jinwoo couldn't hide it any longer and admits everything. From what happened in the double dungeon, to the system and what has been happening all this time about leveling up. He was done hiding it all from you, not when you didn't question him at all about the changes that's been happening to him. You remained patient and treated him the same after all these years.

"Left a trail of red on every island As I traded friends like objects I could use Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands But all of that was to bring me back to you So tell me"

Then he told you about the things that has been happening inside the dungeons, the first time he killed a person to killing again until now. About the shadow soldiers.

You were shocked to say the least, I mean who wouldn't? What he said was beyond something you could even think about. to think he had gone through all that and kept it to himself all this time...

You were still processing all of it but you just embraced him, tight. you wanted to offer some comfort.

The fact he was the one guilty for hiding these to you, but you also felt guilty for not being there enough for him.

Jinwoo quickly returned your embrace.

"Jinwoo...all that matters to me is that...just come back home to me, safely"

And in that moment, he felt all his doubts and thoughts been washed away. He felt more relaxed, comforted, knowing that you will love him no matter what he had become. No matter what things he had done. 

As for you, Jinwoo is still Jinwoo. your beloved partner, for life. and nothing is gonna change that.

Liu Zhigang:

"I know that you've been waiting, waiting for love"

Liu came home after a long day in the dungeons, since he was a national level hunter, all the high rank gates was the one he handles a lot in China except for the gates that his guild covers of course.

You came up to him and greets him with an excited smile. "Welcome back"

He came closer to you and pulls you in a hug, tighter than usual. You didn't question it instead wrapping your arms around him to reciprocate and pats his back gently.

Silence fell over the two of you until Liu spoke up. "Would you still love me again?" he uttered.

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An hour ago before he went home, he just finished raiding the last dungeon for the day, as expected after he exited there were quite some few paparazzi waiting for him outside.

'How annoying' he thought. 'Here are these paparazzi again, when will they mind their own business?'

He walked away, ignoring the flashing cameras and how the paparazzi are following him. He was just about to lose them when one of them spoke up and mentioned your name.

That person asked him questions if he will continue his relationship with you, if he is sure he wanted to be with just a normal person, a civilian. And even went as far as saying someone like you doesn't deserve him as he was basically the second strongest in the world and a national level hunter, that Liu should be someone deserving, someone who could stand beside him on equal footing.

And that was the biggest mistake they had ever done in life. As that moment was how they finally got on Liu's nerve, his last straw. Saying things like that about his beloved partner in front of his face, was a very bold move. And the consequences about it should have been considered by that person.

Liu took them all down in a matter of seconds, no matter if only one person was the only one who says that because the fact that the others was there, they must have been saying things like that too about you. And he wouldn't let it go.

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You pulled away just a little bit to look at his face. "Why would you suddenly ask that? You know the answer to that"

Liu looks at your expression. Your soft expression was there but with a tinge of surprise, he did ask it out of nowhere and without context.

"Come on, you must be just tired" you said as you kissed his forehead and led him to the living room. "I'll go serve you your favorite meal I cooked-'

Before you could even take a step away Liu took a hold of your wrist and pulled you down with him on the sofa.

"Please just stay with me here" he mumbles as he wraps his arms around you.

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A few minutes passed since Liu "trapped" you with him on the sofa as he rests his head on your lap. You gently run your hand through his hair as you started humming.

His eyes was closed but he is not really asleep. You didn't seemed to notice as you starts singing softly.

"I will fall in love with you over and over again I don't care how, where, or when No matter how long it's been, you're mine Don't tell me you're not the same person You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting"

You gaze at his "sleeping" form as you sang the lines quietly but enough for him to hear you.

He listened to you sing, it was soothing. Your voice makes him calm but what caught his attention was the lyrics you were singing.

He was not familiar with the song. But .... it felt like you were talking to him through the song. Are you singing this as to answer the question he asked to you earlier?

Because it definitely felt like it. You would usually sang his favorite songs but this one .... its new for him. But he had a feeling this one would become one of his favorite ones too. because this song, the lines you said, it reassured him.

He had an idea that you probably might have known what he did, but its not surprising as you have known him for years now, and the bond you share ... it was something extraordinary that one of you doesn't need to voice your thoughts for the other to know what you are feeling or thinking. But he had a feeling you still wanted to know what happened from him.

For now, he want to bask in your presence. On how you play with his hair as you continue to sing.

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[winxanity-ii]

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

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Sorry, not an update, but I'll try to keep this short...

I just wanted to take a second to speak directly and honestly with y'all after posting that last chapter (CHAPTER 42.5: WRATH WEARS MANY FACES). I've been seeing a few responses that, while valid in feeling, have also reminded me why I normally don't look at comments after publishing something heavy.

Let me be clear: I know this chapter was a lot. It was violent. It was cruel. It was painful. That was intentional.

This isn't fluff. This isn't comfort every chapter. This is a mythos-based story, rooted in ancient violence, power imbalance, and divine wrath.

I'm not here writing gore for fun or romanticizing harm—but I am writing a story where gods and mortals alike are capable of monstrous things, especially when they feel justified.

Chapter 42.5 was especially meant to remind you who Apollo, Hermes, and Telemachus really are—how close they sit to the divine cruelty of Olympus. I love them, yes. They're soft to MC, yes. But they are not soft to the world and those they deem unimportant/useless. That contrast is what makes their tenderness meaningful.

And I've hidden Hermes' darker side behind jokes long enough. Some of y'all forgot he's a god, and a trickster, and someone with centuries of blood under his belt. There's nothing squeaky clean about him.

If the chapter bothered you—I understand. It's not meant to sit easy. And for those of you who felt empathy for Melanion, or said this felt too much... I respect your reactions. Seriously. You're allowed to feel conflicted. That's what good storytelling should do.

But what isn't okay is the passive-aggressive commentary about my choices as a writer. I've been transparent from the beginning: this fic isn't some wholesome, "MC gets babied 24/7" kind of tale. It's a dark, myth-heavy journey with stakes and consequences. You don't get a kiss in Chapter 2 here. You had to wait because the world I'm building doesn't hand out softness that easily.

And I can't help but find it a bit hypocritical how some folks cheer for Andreia to die, but pity the man who murdered MC in cold blood. Y'all got mad at her for emotional cruelty, but want grace for someone who left them bleeding in an alley? We must not have grown up reading the same myths lol.

I'm not saying you can't critique or feel strongly. You're welcome to disagree. To feel things deeply. That's human. But don't twist the space/story I've created into something it was never meant to be. This isn't an Epic Musical fluff AU (hence the note of not needing to actually know about it). This is Olympus. This is blood-soaked marble. This is war, consequence, and love wrapped in power dynamics. I've made that plenty clear with me writing out the suitors carnage in chapter 6 instead of summarizing it.

And I say this with love but also honesty: if my content, tone, or direction rubs you the wrong way, it's okay to step away. Truly. I'll never beg anyone to read something outside their comfort zone.

Also—and this might be petty but I'm adding it here anyway—I'm even more annoyed because I had to spoil a big MC-related moment to my own sister. 😭

We promised to treat each other as authors, only editing each other's chapters once we’d both read them fully. That was the deal. But she noticed I was acting off and pushed me about it—kept asking what was wrong and finally told me to just rant before it ate me alive. So I did.

And man, I'm a damn blabbermouth because once I started venting, it all spilled out. Do you know how hard it was keeping a main plot twist from her? Only to have to reveal it because sister issues come first?? 😭💀

But yeah, back to being serious, this is my second serious fic, one where I'm trying to do something I can look back on and be like 'Xani, you ate that up fr.' And if that means I have to block people who threaten the joy or safety of my creative space?

Then so be it—rejection sensitivity or not.

That being said, I'm taking a real break from updating. I know I said I was taking a break after the last chapter, but the truth is, I was just trying to pace myself and stay ahead without losing momentum...but now I mean it—for real. I think I need an actual one to cool off and not spiral.

And yeah... maybe this rant feels a little intense or childish to some of y'all, but I needed to say it or I was just gonna end up doing something impulsive that I'd end up regretting later.

To those of you who do get it, who read carefully and trust the process—thank you. Deeply.

I'll see y'all soon 🖤

—Xani

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[adragonsfriend]

Ways to Write a Meaningful AO3 Comment…

…or frankly, a comment on any writing or artwork where your primary goal is to encourage and appreciate the creator.

It occurs to me that comments are a mini writing task, I have been a writing tutor, and if I’m going to ramble about how not to form communities and have meaningful interactions on the internet, I could maybe also help make it a little easier.

This post is written on the assumption that people want to interact, but struggle for whatever reason: nervous, tired, didn’t realize comments meant that much, can’t think of what to say. I myself spent years at a time on ao3 not commenting on literally anything—something about stones in glass houses. But in my experience, while getting comments on my own fics is kind of my favourite, leaving the kind of comment I know I would cherish—and sometimes getting replies from authors replying to my comments and actually chatting with them—is pretty damn magical too.

In that spirit, this post is henceforth a how-to, not an argument, and I’m not going to address anything to do with bad faith comments. I’m gonna try and provide some structures and simple formats to start comments from. I cannot emphasise enough, these are all intended to be used from a place of sincerity. Tools for finding and formatting the appreciation which is already in your brain, just hiding from you.

That said, we’re gonna take this in stages—

1. The Chapter Kudos

“Chapter kudos,” a little “<3,” an “I loved this,” or similar simple expressions of warmth and enthusiasm, slapped on a oneshot or each chapter of a long fic. These are a nice small gesture that lets the author know you’re here and you’re still loving the fic. Not every author is in love with the these type of very short comments, but unless they have a specific note about it, they’re almost certainly glad for the knowledge you’re still reading. This is minimal—great for days or weeks when you’re tired, low effort, can’t think of shit to say about a particular chapter, and so on. Comments, like all tasks, must be allowed to vary in intensity with available energy and time.

2. The 1-2 sentences

A one or two sentence comment. Here, a combination of a general compliment: “this was amazing,” and a specific compliment: “character A’s dialogue felt so realistic” works really well.

General compliments are typically easier to come up with:

What an awesome chapter!

Wow ok I did not see that coming—

I fucking. Love. Your writing.

This was so exciting!

I screamed when I saw this updated

Maybe a little over the top, but you get the idea—it’s hard to go wrong with these.

Specific compliments are often a little harder to come up with, but they generally fall into two categories which are both wonderful: content and writing.

Content includes things like:

I love [character] so much, seeing them in [particular situation] was so fun

Wow there’s so little content for [niche fandom/character/ship/trope] it’s great to see it here

Your idea about [authors headcanon] is so smart—that makes [weird element of canon] make so much sense

I didn’t used to be into [trope/ship] but holy fuck am I convinced now

The point being you’re noting a particular element content of the fic—what and who it’s about—that you loved. These are great because getting really damn excited about a character/trope/headcanon etcetera, really is the heart of fandom.

Writing takes a slightly different tack, and talks about the author’s writing skills—what they do well:

You write such good dialogue, it feels really realistic

Your action scenes are so exciting!

The tone of this chapter was so perfectly creepy—the way you describe [setting/character] gave me the shivers

The spacing you used really fit the piece—it’s a neat way to show the character’s mindset there they’re struggling to think clearly

The combination of a general and specific compliment can make it easier to start writing your comment, while giving you a second to think of your specific thought. It’s simple, but it means a lot to get any kind of specific comment, because it shows the author that you are paying attention to their writing and that you appreciate or relate to them, specifically. These comments are fairly quick to write, but can mean so much.

3. The paragraph

Several sentences long, with a bit more room to explain what you loved. Everything from the 1-2 sentence section applies here too. A general compliment is still a great starting point, and specific compliments are still where we want to end up. The main difference is you’ve got a little more room to talk, and you can take that in a few different directions.

You can talk about one specific compliment for a bit:

I love the way you write dialogue—character A saying “[quote]” was exactly what they would say in that situation. And their banter with character B was incredible, i laughed out loud. The way they both use cursing, but in slightly different ways is fascinating. The way character B does it is…

Or you can go through several different ones quickly:

I love the way you write dialogue—character A saying “[quote]” was exactly what they would say in that situation. The fast dialogue kept the pace up and the whole chapter was so exciting—I loved that you brought up character B and character C’s relationship too, it gets so little attention but I love it…

There’s also room for wider observations and questions (these can also totally go in 1-2 sentence comments, it’s just easier to have a little more substance around them):

Your writing always makes me feel so [feelings]

Wait I’m a little confused did [event] happen the way I think it did, or am I being silly?

Your ideas about [character] are awesome, I love everything you’ve written about them.

I’m so curious, what’s your specific lore on [character/event]?

4. Multiparagraph

Several paragraphs, or a very long paragraph. Hot damn, the author is in love with you now. Either you’ve got a whole lot to say about one specific topic of writing or content, or you’ve got a couple of different topics you want to pay some attention to—as you start writing your comment, you’ll probably discover a few more. Let yourself ramble, make bullet points, just get your thoughts out, if you have this many. All the principles from before apply: general compliments, specific compliments, wider observations, questions—all of these can easily feature in a long comment.

5. Fuck Formating

Write comments in whatever format works for you. Bullet points, google translated into the necessary language, rambling, well organized, short, long, emojis, copy-pasting your favorite quote from the fic with an exclamation point, pre-formatted general compliments, whatever will get your thoughts and enthusiasm down.

If you are communicating, the format doesn’t matter all that much. The same information from a multi paragraph comment can be done in bullet points or by quoting. Whatever communication you do will be meaningful to the author.

It’s hard to go wrong—

Like most writing, making meaningful comments and picking out those specific compliments gets easier with practice. There’s no need to write multiparagraph comments all the time. Those 1-2 sentence ones can be full of so much love, and chapter kudos are sometimes all there’s energy for.

The most important writing advice ever in my opinion is this: you have interesting things to say. About yourself, about the world, about writing, about that damn fanfic.

Go forth and use the structures above, or come up with comments I couldn’t even dream of. Whatever you do, you will find fic authors are probably the most willing and grateful audience in the whole world.

[lilbluustar]

hello! could you do wonbin as a boyfriend please 💗

Also thank you for including seunghan under your riize masterlist 🥹

hey anon! thanks for your request 🫶🏼 and omg, i love Seunghan, he had to be on my blog ofc (stuff from him coming soon👀)

btw, let's get started😼

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 𖹭 wonbin as a boyfriend

wonbin is the type of boyfriend who seems mysterious and cold, but when you really get to know him, you find out that he's actually a loyal, protective and very passionate boyfriend. he seems quiet, but he's actually intense in a very subtle way. he's not the type to say much, but when he loves, he does it with every part of his being. would be the type who prefers quiet plans, like watching movies together or going out to eat somewhere nice instead of something super flashy.

𖹭 attentive without being obvious

instead of buying you flowers, he leaves you handwritten notes with phrases that he knows will make you smile.

is the type who watches you a lot. he notices if you changed something in your look or if you're nervous about something and asks you in a low voice, "what are you thinking about?"

knows when to give you space and when to hug you. he lets you be independent, but when he sees that you need it, he wraps you in a long, tight hug.

𖹭 prefers to show rather than talk.

he won't say "i love you" all the time, but you'll see it in his actions.

when you're feeling down, he's just there. he gives you his shoulder, strokes your hair and says "you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

he's incredibly loyal. if he chooses you, you're his person, period.

𖹭 he'll play songs for you on the guitar just to see you smile.

he doesn't like to show off, but he would play you songs on the guitar at the most unexpected moments. imagine lying down and suddenly hearing him play something soft just because he wants to see you smile. also, if he ever sings in your ear... RIP, because that's when you fall completely

𖹭 he likes your time together to be comfortable.

he doesn't care if you're at home in your pajamas or on a fancy date, the important thing is that you're with him.

𖹭 his text messages are simple but meaningful.

he's not the type to write you paragraphs, but suddenly send you a:

"have you eaten yet?"

"i miss you."

"i want to see you."

𖹭 the "cool boyfriend " but in private he's a sweetheart

in public he keeps his vibe relaxed, he's not the type to hang around all the time, but in private he transforms into the most affectionate and attentive. he's the guy who hugs you from behind while you're distracted or plays with your hair without realizing it.

𖹭 he doesn't say much, but his looks say it all.

wonbin doesn't need to talk too much for you to understand how he feels. his big bobba eyes give him away, and he's the type to stare at you when you talk, as if you're the only important thing in the world at that moment.

𖹭 he always cares about you without you asking.

if you are cold, without saying anything, he puts his jacket on you. If he sees that you are tired, he gives you his shoulder to rest on. he protects you without being overprotective, simply because he feels like taking care of you. He'd also be the type who fixes things for you without you noticing, like charging your phone or fixing something you mentioned in passing.

𖹭 when he misses you but doesn't say it directly.

wonbin is not one to admit "i miss you" easily, but his way of showing it is too obvious if you know how to read it.

if you haven't talked all day, he suddenly sends you a seemingly casual message:

"are you busy?"

if you answer no, within a few minutes he comes to where you are without warning. he doesn't say anything special, he just sits next to you and sighs, as if seeing you would put his world back in order.

he didn't need to say he missed you like crazy, but the look on his face makes it very clear.

𖹭 when he's having a bad day and just wants to be with you.

if something went wrong or he's stressed, wonbin won't say it openly, but as soon as he sees you, his expression changes. he doesn't blurt out a story of what happened, he just comes over and rests his head on your shoulder.

"i don't want to talk about it" he murmurs.

and that's okay. because he doesn't need words, he just needs to be with you.

You hug him without asking, and little by little, you feel his breathing calm down.

𖹭 when he falls asleep with you.

one night, you're lying there doing nothing special. you're just playing with his fingers while he watches you silently, as if trying to memorize every detail about you.

suddenly, his blinking slows down and his breathing deepens. before you know it, he falls asleep with his arm around your waist, his face close to yours.

you watch him for a moment, feeling how peaceful he looks next to you. just when you think he's sound asleep, he pulls you a little closer and whispers in a sleepy voice:

"sleep, i'm here."

and in that moment, you know you've never felt more safe and loved in your life.

𖹭 when he takes care of you without you asking him.

if you get sick and, even though you insist it's no big deal, wonbin shows up at your house with a bag full of medicine, hot soup and a disapproving look.

"don't say you're fine when you're clearly not."

he gently scolds you as he tucks a blanket over you and passes you some hot tea. he stays with you, making sure you eat, take medicine and rest.

before he leaves, she leans over you and arranges your hair carefully.

"let me know if you need anything else."

but in his tone, you can tell he's coming anyway, whether you call him or not(😭😭)

𖹭 little details.

when he falls in love, he gives himself completely. he's not the type to be on top of you 24/7, but he always makes you feel that you are the most important thing in his life.

always remembers the little things, like your favorite drink, your perfume or the tone in which you say his name when you're happy.

lets you wear his clothes without saying anything, even if he pretends to get a little upset.

if you're in a crowded room, he'll look for you with his eyes.

sometimes, when he thinks you don't see him, he'll look at you with the tiniest smile, as if he's surprised at how much he likes you.

𖹭 when he wants to surprise you.

he's not the type to make big public displays, but when he wants to surprise you, he does it in a super special and meaningful way.

one night, you come home and find a playlist with your name on it on his phone. all the songs reflect the way he sees you, from the sweetest to the most intense. when you ask him, he just shrugs and says:

"i just wanted you to know what i feel when i think about you" (AAAaAa💕💕💕💕💗💕💗💕💕💕)

and yes, he'll never say it directly, but you know that every song on that list is his way of saying "i love you."

𖹭 he isn't the most effusive in public, but in private it is another level.

physical contact with him is slow and deep. when he kisses you, he does it as if time stands still.

he likes to tease you in a subtle way. he approaches you slowly, whispers things in your ear, grabs you by the waist as if nothing is happening... until you realize that your heart is beating a mile a minute.

if you get nervous, he enjoys it. he looks at you with a little sideways smile as if he knows exactly what he's doing.

𖹭 in intimate moments...

he's the kind who enjoys watching you get nervous. he comes over, lowers his voice and says things like:

"why are you getting like that?" with a little sideways smile as he nuzzles your neck.

"i like it when you're speechless." after saying something to you that knocked the wind out of you.

he knows how to play with tension. he's the guy who "accidentally" brushes against you, who whispers near your ear just to see how you react, who holds your gaze until you end up averting it first.

the contact with him is slow and intense.

it's not just about kissing, it's about how he touches you, how he caresses you slowly with his fingertips, how he leaves his hand on your waist without hurrying.

he has infinite patience, but when he loses control....

you can try to provoke him, but when he decides that enough is enough, his intensity changes. he becomes more insistent, more demanding, more dominant. and that's when there's no escape.

𖹭 little details of Wonbin in intimacy...

he loves to hear your breath quicken. that's what motivates him to keep going, to find out what else he can do to make you like this.

he has a deep, whispery voice that disarms you. especially when he says your name in that tone.

he likes to take his time. he's interested in the rush, he wants to feel every reaction, every shiver on your skin.

and the best thing? he knows.

he knows exactly what he triggers in you, and he loves it (🤭)

🌼 in conclusion, wonbin is the mysterious, cool and protective boyfriend, who doesn't need to say much because his actions show it all. his love is confident, deep and passionate, but he only shows it to the right person. he's the perfect balance between calm and fire, tenderness and provocation, security and mystery.

i extended myself more than i thought , i just... love wonbin 😭🩷 hope u like it<3