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[desired-fantasy-writings]

(Most) NSR characters reaction to receiving flowers from their S/O

Request by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1028

Zuke

For being the chillest dude in the city, he honestly grows confused, yet flattered. He isn't much into flowers, but he appreciates them never the less with a growing blush on his cheeks. He's never gotten flowers from anyone before, but he'd rather buy his S/O flowers instead cause he loves to see their reaction (including giving them lots of kisses right after.)

DK West

Same as Zuke (cause he's his older brother obviously, duh) but acts very excitable as he picks his S/O up in a big bear hug. He's quite surprised they did something quite out of the norm, but he appreciates their enthusiasm when they show him the flowers with a jolly yet anxious look on their face. 

Mayday

Oh boy. If you thought she was already cracked, she'd be even more cracked tossing the thought of personal space out the window when her S/O gives her flowers. She's always excited getting anything from her S/O in general really, but the flowers they picked out were her favourite colour (and they smelt nice.) Since she lives in a sewer, she couldn't keep the poor things alive. Zuke told her so after all.

Eve

Poor thing grows into a blushing mess, basically speechless. She's just so appreciative while loving the generous gift. The flowers that her S/O gifted her gave Eve the inspiration she needed for her next art piece. This new sense of inspiration lead Eve to taking the flowers (including their S/O) to her studio and started a new project that evolved all around them, the flowers, and every amount of love Eve has for her S/O into it. 

Tatiana

Doesn't seem amused or impressed by them at first, but she takes the flowers from her S/O and thanks them anyway. Tatiana is quite a softy when she's alone so when no ones looking (including her S/O) she's able to finally use a somewhat-expensive-vase that was the perfect size for the flowers, leaving them in her office. When her S/O comes up to her office, they seem them on the table while Tatiana admired them. Let's just say after that happened Tatiana and her S/O have an "argument" about who's the cutest one now in their relationship. 

Neon J

He finds it weird at first (regardless of his S/O's gender) Neon only acted like this not to hurt their feelings of course, but this was just something he wasn't used to. Time passed by until Neon grew flustered, but his S/O caught him read-handed, pulling him into a hug. Neon J admits it while hugging them back, no longer being able to hide it behind his tough exterior anymore.

Rin (1010)

Would be in complete shock. He thought it was supposed to be the other way around. The bouquet of camellia's where beautiful to his eyes though. He's quite flattered either way, (and very blushy) and doesn't know what to say or do. Being the emotional robot Rin was, he almost bursts into tears, but holds them in and brings his S/O in a bone crushing hug after snapping himself out of his shocked state.

Zimelu (1010)

His face is as bright as a lava lamp once he sees a bouquet of amaryllis's in his S/O's hands. He felt strange receiving flowers, but thankfully takes them into his hands with a quick thank you. He basically turns very tsundere. He won't admit it, but after he received the flowers, he immediately looks for a vase and got them all nice and pretty on his nightstand right by the window, admiring them.

Purl-Hew (1010)

Acts very tsundere receiving the flowers. They were gorgeous blue flowers. He tries to hide his blushing, bright cheeks, but fails miserably. He also tries to hide a growing smile on his face. If him and his S/O are alone, he'd hold them close and kiss them all over their face. Since he's too shy to speak at that moment, his actions spoke for him.

Haym (1010)

Knowing how Haym is receiving any gift from his S/O, he was a thrilled blushy boy after receiving the bouquet of blue violets. Yeah, they'll die eventually, but it's the meaning behind the flower and the thought that counts! Haym showers his S/O with affection after receiving them.

Eloni (1010)

Doesn't know how to react to the bouquet of pink roses. He was pretty shocked. His cheeks grew the brightest they've ever been, blinding their S/O's eyes slightly. He apologizes and says he can't help it with a giant smile on his face while picking up his S/O to take them to his room to shower then with affection.

DJSS

DJ's reaction was... not too pleasant at first. He acted like his egotistical self, but he was a bit more rude about it (cause of his masculinity, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that) He kept calling them simpleton, but not in a joking way like he usually would. This left his S/O saddened, feeling tears start falling down their eyes. They begin to walk away as the flowers plopped on the ground. After hearing them leave, DJ huffs, feeling bad that he reacted the way he did. He turns around in his chair to see the flowers on the ground. They were a mixture of colours just like the galaxy. DJ then realized he fucked up, getting up to grab the flowers and looked for his S/O. He felt his heart sink as he quickly grabbed his phone to call them. Not to get too personal or anything, but when his S/O picked up, DJ was already driving to their house to cater and love them to apologize for him being such an asshole. 

Kliff

This rat of a man acts quite tsundere. He acts like he's upset and despises the flowers, but truly he doesn't. He's always appreciated and loved plants, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that so they could embarrass him even more with their way of expressing their love and affection for him.

[threadbearsweater]

The first time you spend the night with Barou, you wake to a view of his bare, broad back as he sits on the edge of the bed. His shoulders flex as he stretches his arms above his head.

"What time is it?" you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.

"Still early," he answers. His own voice is a quiet rumble; you feel it on your skin more than you hear it. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you rub your thighs together under the sheets, reminded of how it felt to hear his breath on your ear last night. "I'm going for a run."

That pulls a pout from your pretty mouth, and you reach out from under the covers to lay a hand between his shoulder blades. He's warm, firm, sturdy beneath your fingertips. "It's still dark," you protest weakly, knowing that it's not going to change his mind.

Barou turns his upper half and catches your hand in his, then kisses the inside of your wrist. "There's coffee in the kitchen. I'll be back before you know it."

Your tired smile almost breaks his resolve. Beautiful lover in his bed or not, he has a routine to stick to. And you love him for it.

"Bring me a bagel?" you say, watching him tie his hair into a makeshift bun. He nods once, one side of his mouth curling into some semblance of a smile. His eyes sparkle, though. You have your own habits, and he loves you for them.

"Yeah. See you soon."

You watch him go, then snuggle under the covers again, idly wondering what thread count his sheets are because they're the softest you've ever felt. When you wake again, the sun soaks into the room in orange and yellow beams, and Barou sits at your side with a paper bag with a suspiciously bagel-shaped treat inside.

[milfgyuu]

Wonwoo knows he can be a little aloof at times and he doesn’t mean to be. It’s just too easy to get lost in his head and his work so he really tries to focus on the little things. He refills your tea when it’s empty. Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch, taking an extra minute to watch your even breathing and kiss your hair. He holds your hand in the car and he always touches you as he walks by, just to remind you that he’s here even when he’s not able to be fully present. There are short handwritten notes left all over the house. Some practical like “grabbing milk after work” and some more intimate like the one left stuck to the lamp on your bedside table, “I’ll be thinking about you all day. Dinner tonight, making reservations. I love you, xx” 🖤

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[sforzesco]

so it’s. it’s like. man this is so hard without my laptop.

alright so Crassus is a weird guy, existentially. There’s a tendency to speculate, assign, and insert him into whatever places are conspiratorial and shadowy because he fits into those narrative places with ease. My personal favorite (aside from all of it) is the idea that he may have pulled strings wrt to Sulla and Caesar’s conflict to help get Caesar out of it.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

In the universe that exists in my head, he definitely had a hand in it, but he didn’t really intend for Caesar to figure out he played a part in it, but Caesar’s good at puzzles, and noticing someone goes both ways. Binding someone to yourself goes both ways.

Crassus: The First Tycoon, Peter Stothard

This scene takes place sometime relatively soon after Sulla’s death. Crassus has complicated feelings about it, Caesar less so. Veni, vidi, vici, baby!

Here’s a bonus thing that I keep thinking about with them.

The Roman Revolution, Ronald Syme

like, utang na loob. and it is DEEP between them.

[anghraine]

It feels extremely silly that only today did I realize that pantry and panadería are slightly similar-sounding for a reason >_>

(The English word pantry is one of the many, many common modern English words derived from Anglo-French: in this case, panetrie, from Old French paneterie, "bread room" ... Spanish panadería also has a complex etymology, but all are related to Latin panis, "bread.")

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Intro:

(i'll just put it at the bottom so i remember to delete it)

I have been hoarding all of these (there are like 1000 more in my draft and queue lol) for a while now in my draft bc even tho they are like 3 note gifs, they are historical artefacts to meeee.

Anyway, I've got a cold, and so to occupy myself, I decided to just make a blog so that everything can be organised and easy (ish, this is tumblr after all) to find!

I know heaps of my fellow ✨motogp tumblrinas ✨have made archives for their favs, and you are all braver than me, bc I would lose all the gifs immediately if I tried to create new archival posts. So I just reblogged everything and am going to hope for the best in terms of copyright lol

But yeah, these aren't just my favs. This is more just a snapshot of the fandom at different periods. I only reblogged the deactivated ones, but, y'all, use the posts as little gateways to blogs from that time period, it is FACINATING.

As always, peer review is welcome! If i completely messed up a tag (very likely, since i used the mass tag editor), you're welcome to let me know. Also if there's a ship tag, fun tag or something you want me to add in the mass tag editor, lemme know! more than happy to add literally anything ✨✨

I only started this today, so it's very much a work in progress! All the things without a link are because the posts that match up with them are in the queue. I also need to add the ones i forgot

[l3viat8an]

There's something about the way Levi always calls MC an angel that really gets to me yk?

He's a demon in hell (not to mention former angel himself-) but he uses the word as a compliment!!

Probably one of the highest ones he can think of! That's how much you mean to him!

To him you really are an angel! Someone, lovely, kind, that brightens up the room just by being there!

[bunnibombz]

18 year old college student Yuuji who brings home his, slightly older, friend Yuuta for a week on summer break.

Yuuta; who only two hours after they arrive and he meets you, Yuuji's stepmom, slides Yuuji some money and tells him to go a couple of blocks to grab snacks. The pink haired boy didn't think much of it, happily agreeing in his puppy dog way and sliding on his shoes before heading out.

He was gone maybe thirty minutes.

His housekey was pulled from the door and he was toeing his shoes off again when he sees you, bent over the kitchen island moaning and squealing as Yuuta stretches you out and fucks you into a drooling mess.

[lapislaprima]

It all began in a small flower shop tucked away on an obscure side street of Mondstadt, where foreign flowers from distant lands were sold.

Few people ventured down this street, which allowed the shop’s owner the luxury of a slow-paced routine. Today was no different. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, stirring the young woman’s hair as she absentmindedly stared into the distance.

Outside, Venti lingered by the transparent window, his curious gaze fixed on the daydreaming shop owner. He often passed this shop, his interest piqued more and more with each visit. Was it the exotic flowers that drew him in? Or was it the reserved, shy shopkeeper who seemed perpetually lost in her own world? When asked, he would simply shrug and say it was the calming atmosphere that made him return.

He chuckled softly at the sight of her sleeping face, recognizing that she had dozed off while writing again. Venti knew little about the mysterious flower seller, but one detail stood out: her passion for writing. She always carried a blue notebook bound with golden laces, and he often noticed her ink-stained fingers—evidence of her habit of becoming so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even notice the mess she made.

Taking a deep breath, Venti reached for the silver doorknob and opened the door with a gentle swing. A soft chime from the tiny golden bell above the door announced his entrance. The sound startled the shopkeeper awake, and she let out a surprised yelp, her wide eyes darting around in confusion. Realizing where she was, she immediately began tidying her cluttered table, shoving crumpled pages and her notebook into a drawer in a flurry of movement.

From the counter, she gave a flustered “Welcome,” her voice barely above a whisper.

Venti pretended to browse the shop, letting her regain her composure. The room was filled with an array of vibrant flowers, some familiar, others foreign, their colors blending into a kaleidoscope of beauty. His soft footsteps echoed in the quiet space as the shopkeeper anxiously scrubbed at the dried ink on her hands with her apron.

“Please excuse my behavior,” she finally said, stepping out from behind the counter. “How can I help you today?”

Venti turned to face her, noting the nervous smile on her lips. “Did I wake you from an interesting dream?” he asked instead of answering, his playful grin betraying his amusement.

The question caught her off guard. She hesitated, her mind flitting back to the pleasant dream she had just been pulled from—a dream so perfect she felt a pang of disappointment upon waking, though she couldn’t recall the details. “No, of course not,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Please don’t worry about that.”

Venti chuckled, watching her flustered response. He was about to tease her further when he added, “Actually, I’m just looking around. To be honest, I don’t have a single Mora on me.”

Her confusion was evident. “Excuse me? You don’t have any money?”

He laughed again, as carefree as ever. “Nope! I don’t own a single Mora. But when I do get some, I’d spend it on dandelion wine!” He said this with such pride that she couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief.

“I see... Did you leave your money at home, then?” she asked hesitantly, her voice gentle but uncertain.

Her question sent him into another fit of laughter. “No, I mean I don’t own any at all,” he replied cheerfully. “But don’t worry about me. You’re talking to the best bard in all of Mondstadt! I make my living through music!”

As Venti launched into an animated description of his “skills,” he paused to glance at her, expecting awe or excitement. Instead, he was met with confusion and mild panic. “Sir,” she interrupted softly, “this is a flower shop.”

A brief silence filled the room.

“Hehe. I know.”

She sighed, returning to her seat behind the counter. Though he was technically a customer, she doubted he had any intention of buying flowers, so she decided to give him his space.

For a while, the only sounds were Venti’s quiet footsteps and her soft breathing. The silence didn’t bother her, but the bard found it stifling. Finally, he broke it.

“It’s Venti,” he said suddenly, not turning to face her.

The shopkeeper blinked, puzzled. “Pardon?”

“My name,” he clarified, turning around with a grin. “It’s Venti. It’s good to know the names of the customers who’ll visit often.”

With that, he headed toward the door. His hand rested on the knob as he turned back one last time.

“And what’s your name, Miss Flower Shop Girl?”

“Maybe I'll tell you during your next visit.” she replied with a small smile.

The golden bell chimed as he left, disappearing down the street. Venti made a mental note to bring Mora next time. After all, he fully intended to return.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Aran Ryan Relationship Headcanons

Request by?: Nobody Warnings: Slight mentions of NSFW at the end Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff kinda, kinda not Word Count: 469

• Who would in their right mind date a man like Aran Ryan (who's a complete psychopath) who wouldn't stop at nothing to hurt anyone? Oh yea, that one person would be his S/O.

• Everyone they knew told them not to even dare try to befriend him, let alone get close to him by how dangerous of a man he is; even some of the other boxers think he's insane, but his S/O looked passed the facade. Still insane yes, but Aran has some humility in him.

• Lots and lots of head nuggies.

• Aran always has his arm around his S/O's shoulder or waist.

• Aran gets him and his S/O in trouble almost on a daily basis.

• A real aggressive lover outside and inside the sheets if you know what I mean- 

• People get the impression that Aran and his S/O are just best buds when really they're lovers. Aran doesn't really show lovey dovey affection like most couples would. Not to say he can't at all, but the way he does it is different.

• Making fun of his S/O, teasing them, pushing them a little, hard high-fives, grabbing his S/O's shoulder whilst shaking them, leaving hard nibbles wherever he can latch himself onto, and if he's feeling real comfortable he'll leave sloppy kisses on his S/O; those are just the few ways on how he shows his way of affection toward his S/O.

• Aran's favourite place to go for dates are the local bar obviously (definitely not because he wants to fight some blokes to impress his S/O), but also playing pool and darts with his S/O are his go to these days though. If Aran's feeling "real nice" that day he'd prefer staying at his or his S/O's place to watch movies (or, you know, he'll make out with them).  

• In my NSFW head canons for Aran I explained how he'd be hyper sexual asf, but I didn't clarify something quite important. It's only when he's real close to someone, someone he has full amount of trust and love for since he has trouble trusting others (explaining why he's aggressive in his mannerisms). 

• Trust me when I say Aran gets real comfortable, way too comfortable. Examples of real comfortable would be him walking around his place (or his S/O's) butt ass naked with not a care in the world, basically begging his S/O to touch him. 

• He's touched starved as fuck after all, help the poor lad.

• Aran acts all innocent til he has his moment to strike. He does what he does sometimes to see if his S/O takes the bait or not (and no surprise it does 👀). 

• Aran really softens up toward his S/O, like real soft. He's more hush hush, but he still acts like his usual self.

[misterxsamsa]

There's many references found within JTHM, but I'm especially intrigued by the ones to Kafka's Metamorphosis and The Fly by David Cronenberg. They tie into Johnny's character progression very interestingly, alongside his idealization of Mister Samsa, and relationship with Reverend Meat following his death and ressurection.

At the start of the comics, Johnny is evidently a self-indulgent person, whether he'd honestly admit that to himself or not. While he attributes his murderous tendencies as nessecary for the blood wall's ends, or justified due to his misanthropic philosophies, it's largely for his own amusement. This self-indulgence is ultimately what drives him to try and kill Devi, and successfully murder his other numerous dates before her. He's incredibly starved of happiness, catharsis, and connection. So, he seeks to preserve that fleeting bliss by killing those who provide him these things he covets. He "protects" these emotional resources before they can be tainted by his flaws, or the agency of the person he's murdering. Throughout the comic, he allows his self-indulgence to control and consume his entire life, or what's left of it. It's this weakness that allows the Lovecraftian wall beast to securely latch onto his deteriorating mind without his notice. Not only that, but his lingering obsession with Devi continues to haunt him even after the last issue. It forces him into a painful self-awareness, about his own selfishness and dependency on others for the closeness they offer, despite his monologuing otherwise. Johnny destroyed something he cared about through his own irrational, and human desire. By the time he reaches this conclusion, he's barely even passionate about killing anymore.

His self-indulgence also takes the form of petulant anger towards humanity at large. By the time he dies, and especially when he visits hell, he begins to realize how self-destructive that misanthropy really was, and how much it distracted him from what was truly important. When he's thrown down into hell, everybody's exactly like him. They're obsessive and explosive about minor inconveniences, inane things. Johnny's able to recognize himself in the eternally damned, just as unaware of their own deterioration as he was, and that recognition chills him to the bone. It's these two experiences that fundamentally cement his hatred of self-indulgence and human desire. Instead of turning his hatred of human qualities onto others through psuedo-intellectual misanthropy, he begins to turn that criticism onto himself.

In his own words, his mind stinks! The longwinded philosophy that once defined him has now rightfully been declared superfluous, and he now seeks to discard it. His own desires for intimacy with others, something he once placated, has now gained a painful association because it's just a reminder of his fundamental distance from others, and the inevitability that he will hurt them. On some level, he's even seemingly aware he didn't truly care for many of the dates he killed. He was simply using them to satiate the desire for the illusion of connection. Through this vein of thought, he learns to admire Mister Samsa, as in Johnny's eyes he's devoid of his human plights, and tendency towards self-indulgent destructiveness. Furthermore, since Mister Samsa is so devoid of thought beyond self-preservation, he is unable to be emotionally damaged, something Johnny desperately aspires to. This is where our friend Franz Kafka and Metamorphosis comes into play, as due to the neutral perspective of JTHM it's easy to misconstrue this as an objectively positive change in thinking. The reality is actually much more complex, in my opinion.

Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis is about the gradual deterioration of Gregor Samsa, who has transformed into a giant bug overnight. As the story progresses, his family begins to not recognize the humanity in Samsa, mistreating and neglecting him until his tragic death. Eventually, Samsa forgets his own humanity as well, his mind and preoccupation receding into that of an insect. He gradually disconnects from his family's continuing lives, and entertains himself with crawling. By naming his house's roaches after Gregor Samsa, and aspiring towards his example, Johnny is repeating his tragedy.

Johnny's previous tendencies towards hypocracy, and self-indulgence hatred, are worth critiquing. However, it's worth asking whether Johnny's new approach is entirely constructive? There's a desire towards self-improvement, however warped, but it's being distorted by his shame and fear. He's casting off his wants to avoid hurting people he may admire, like Devi, but he's also doing it to avoid being hurt himself. If he allows himself to want things, he's setting himself up for the inevitable grief of loss and obsession, again like with Devi. Instead of trying to form a healthy connection with his own psychological and physical needs, Johnny has essentially opted to pretend like they don't exist. This is in spite of the fact that it's still his humanity, his emotions and experiences with relationships, that are driving him towards this decision.

By choosing this path of so-called recovery, he's dooming himself to perpetual loneliness, self-hatred, and dissatisfaction. If Johnny continues to deny these crucial parts of his personhood, it's doubtful whether he will ever reconstruct the version of himself that existed before the consumption caused by his wall demon. With that fact that he aspires to be "as cold as the moon", it's clear that's no longer of complete interest to him, as he doesn't value himself in any capacity. No wonder he's decided to find solidarity within a creature that's devoid of self, given that every cockaroach is declared as "Mister Samsa" to Johnny, because none of them have distinguishing features. He's chosen to follow in the itty bitty footsteps of Mister Samsa or Gregor Samsa, so he'll become as stripped and depleted as they did given enough time. Ironically, his repression and compartmentalization of the parts of himself he cannot escape are what eventually leads to the creation of Reverend Meat. It's very poignant that Johnny describes him as a "different version of Mr. Eff" as that's essentially what he is. They both reflect the different relationships, and fixations Johnny holds towards his own desires at different points in the story.

Previously, Johnny was primarily in the business of joyful escapism through the quenching of his cartoonishly muderous tendencies. Naturally, Mr. Eff enabled that part of Johnny's subconscious to distract and take advantage of him. However, Reverend Meat has no such ulterior motive given he's an authentic, non-sentient part of Johnny's inner dialogue. His purpose narratively is to display the futility of Johnny's quest towards the elimination of his own humanity. Despite his best efforts, he's still weak to the intrusive desires that Reverend Meat encapsulates, and his self-denial has only served to make them stronger. Once again, by refusing to aknowledge and manage his humanity, Johnny has allowed it to control him. Last we see him, he's in a Sisyphean conflict trying to destroy his impulses, while arguing with essentially himself conceptualized as a Burger Boy. Through this venture, he can't eliminate his motivating self-hatred nor Reverend Meat and the part of him he represents, and so his progress becomes somewhat circular. That's an important thing to keep in mind, Reverend Meat is a direct part of Johnny in the same capacity that Nailbunny is. All of Reverend Meat's thoughts are actually just Johnny's, and that applies tenfold to the desires he pushes.

Now, if I didn't already have you convinced let's talk about The Fly by David Cronenberg. It's about a scientist named Seth Brundle who undergoes his own metamorphosis, similarly to Gregor Samsa and Johnny. He accidentally fuses his DNA with that of a fly's while testing out his invention that will revolutionize human teleportation. While he's physically and mentally deteriorating from the botched experiment, he becomes erratic and irate in response to concern. In his mind, the teleportation process and deconstruction of himself on a molecular level was a form of transcendance. He's evolving beyond what humans can naturally be, and their baseline capabilities, into something more. He's talking about a "penetration beyond the veil of the flesh" — doesn't that sound familiar?

[SURPRISE, THIS WAS SECRETLY A TESS POST!]

By quoting The Fly in this context, Jhonen's not only covertly signaling the destructive nature of Johnny's self-denial, but establishing Johnny's aversion to physical intimacy in this panel as well. This is also when Mister Samsa makes his first appearence, and where we begin to come full circle. See, Johnny's not the only character shown to go through a Kafkaesque metamorphosis throughout the comics. There's another key player to the discussion of JTHM's relationship with Kafka, and that's Tess! Yes, really! So, it only makes sense that in this vignette where she speaks with Johnny, she's inextricably tied to JTHM's themes of transformation through The Fly and Metamorphosis.

Tess is introduced to the story, and Johnny's insanity, through the unsavory company she consistently finds herself around. She's a people pleaser that's good at heart, but struggles with feelings of social alienation, and engaging in the ridicule of others when succumbing to peer pressure. However, during her time kidnapped by Johnny she's able to gain perspective on herself and the people around her. She faces her own mortality, escapes the grasp of a world-ending Lovecraftian abomination, breaks up with her shitty boyfriend, all while learning to stand her ground. By the end of the comics, she's a much more assertive and grounded person, and seemingly doing well. This is where we circle back to Metamorphosis and talk about Gregor Samsa's sister, Grete. The short story is about her transformation just as much as his, though hers is portrayed as a more positive one. As her brother's condition worsens, she becomes his primary caretaker, and eventually a far more dignified and respected member of the family. She hurts and mistreats Gregor Samsa in the process, but the overall dichotomy between the two is that she excels while he eventually withers away. That's shown best by the fact that the story ends talking about her growth.

There's a similar contrast to be found between her and Johnny. While he chips away at his personhood, putting it through a series of increasingly strict constraints out of his own self-hatred and disgust. Tess is able to healthily overcome her flaws, and change her life for the better through self-acceptance as well as self-critique. Say, when we see her for the very first time, what movie is she seeing...?

Oh, just none other than Kafka! I rest my case!

[jewelstole]

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[httpiastri]

dear everyone,

a while ago, i hit 1.5k followers on this blog.... i didn't want to get too sappy but i really wanted to write something, so:

the fact that over one and a half thousand individuals follow me is truly insane and too much for my little brain to grasp. i want you to know that i'm so extremely thankful for each and every single one of you and this makes me so so so happy. this is way more than i ever had expected when creating this blog.

i made this account back in june purely for my own enjoyment; i created it mainly because i was disappointed in myself for having stopped writing, since writing has been such a big part of my life since forever. ever since i stopped writing about kpop, i had barely written anything at all... i made this account just for fun with no pressure and no expectations, and before i knew it, this blog turned into something so special for me. the blog, all of the people i've met through it and all of the moments we've shared, all mean the world to me.

honestly, i'm not sure what i would do right now if i didn't have this blog and this community. these last few months have been pretty rough for me, but i've always been able to come back on here and gain a smile or some laughter. you've all helped me so much, even if unintentionally – every single interaction helps me push forward. i'm eternally grateful for every single like, comment, reblog and ask i've received on here, and your kind words really do mean the world to me. i don't know where i would be without you.

i hit 1k a while ago but didn't celebrate it properly, so i decided to make an 1k/1.5k-celly that i will be releasing soon (when i have more time to actually write)(hopefully at the start of december). please stay tuned!

and once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so so so much. you truly are the best. 🧡🧡

[enmi-land]

let’s just say, hypothetically, if i were to write a chapter about mila’s first times. hypothetically…

[all-or-nothing-baby]

WHEN THE NIGHT HAS COME AND THE LAND IS DARK

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Sometimes, on cold nights—and occasionally on some not-so-cold ones—Geralt wakes abruptly in the forest with something tickling his cheek and bothering the inside of his nostrils.

Jaskier's hair is like silken web; soft, and fine, and fucking irritating when it tangles itself in your eyelashes like dandelion fluff caught in tree sap.

On these particular cold and not-so-cold nights, Geralt wants to grunt loudly and swear and push Jaskier roughly from Geralt's space on Geralt's bed roll, because what the fuck, bard?

He never does though.

Not even this time, as Geralt awakes to that mass of brunette spiderwebs in his actual fucking mouth, with one of Jaskier's surprisingly muscular arms and a long and shapely leg wrapped tightly around Geralt's midriff as if the cretin is some sort of tentacled ocean dweller. Oh and, for fucks sake, the idiot bard's stupid slackened, drool-covered face mashed right into the crook of Geralt's neck.

Half blowing, half spitting Jaskier's hair from his mouth, Geralt balls his fists and grits his teeth and sighs, heavy as granite.

With the moon fat and high in the inky sky and sounds of the wild all around them, he will try once more to find sleep.

Closing his eyes again, Geralt pointedly ignores how Jaskier smells of lavender and forest ferns. He shuns the way Jaskier's soft, rhythmic snores play their easy tune in his ear, taking no note of Jaskier's even heartbeat and how the sound of it is a welcome comfort in the dead of night. He pays no heed to the shallow breaths leaving Jaskier's mouth nor the way each exhale warms more than just the spot underneath Geralt's jawbone, and he certainly doesn't spare the slightest bit of attention for the way those smooth lips with their perfect cupid's bow feel on the skin of his throat as Jaskier mutters the sweetest of song lyrics from his dreams.

As sleep finally does pull him under, Geralt also most definitely does not take to heart the way the idiot bard makes everything better.

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(from my deleted witcher blog behonesthowsmysinging)