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thepythakorean · 3 months

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parallels between the boy and the heron and this painting, plus general analysis

Arnold Bocklin, Island of the Dead. 1880

i want to preface this by saying i am by no means an art history nerd, i just happen to know some stuff about the background of this painting in particular.

as soon as mahito is sucked into the tower floor he is standing at the shore of an island surrounded by an endless ocean. he is dwarfed by a large set of golden gates that say something like "those who seek my knowledge shall perish" and an even taller forest of cypress trees. these features all frame a white dolmen (primitive tomb usually made of giant rocks stacked like below) that beckons to him.

this scene immediately struck me since it has so many of the visual elements of the painting. mahito is even framed in the foreground to be so very small approaching these giant, daunting structures just like the boat heading for the island in the painting. besides the tombs, the cypress trees are also traditionally associated with mourning and death at least in europe/the mediterranean. other ghibli movies have lavish european aesthetics tied to characters (howl, yubaba, etc.) but it feels particularly intimate here given that mahito's great granduncle, the creator and ruler of this world, is apparently european and can only pass on his role to a direct descendant. (btw not saying the gaudy european decor signature of howl and yubaba aren't important to their characterization, it def is! i'm just saying it stood out to me in this movie especially.) the cliffs full of stone entrance passageways are prominent later in the movie as himi takes mahito through the parakeet's domain, and interestingly, in the delivery room where natsuko is, there is another dolmen behind her (can't find pics since the movie hasn't been uploaded yet urgh).

the backstory to the painting continues to parallel to the events of the story! so there's 5 versions of this painting. the first three versions were painted in a cemetery close to bocklin's residence which was also full of white headstones and sculptures, and cypress trees. one of his infant children, one of many children he lost, was buried there. the one i posted above is the first/second-- while bocklin was working on the first, a the soon-to-be wife of a politician visited his studio, saw the wip, and commissioned her own version with the added white figure and coffin to commemorate her first husband who had just died of diphtheria. already somewhat similar to how mahito's mother died in the hospital fire (well. she died from the fire but presumably she was there because she was sick) and when his father shortly remarried. these were also added to the initial wip and stuck in later versions of the painting. bocklin later wrote to her, "you will be able to dream yourself into the world of dark shadows". the movie is also very dreamlike-- it's a fantasy world filled with strange creatures, alternate versions of people he knows, and passages that seem to alter the fabric of time and space. people also seem to forget about it as soon as they leave even after spending long periods of time in it like a dream. the painting is also very dreamlike, but why? the warm lighting, maybe not in the version i posted but in a couple others, may explain it, but the island itself resembles the curtains and stage of a theater (referencing the audio clip below the description). even if it doesn't look EXACTLY like that to you, it's definitely a too-perfect little scene in a nebulous expanse of space. this theatrical quality is also shown in the movie by the parakeet uprising side plot as well as the scene when himi and mahito collapse in front of the delivery room-- the curtain falls directly in front of the viewer over them as though a stageplay just ended. oh and a friend mentioned to me how this is a classic hero's journey plot and mirrors orpheus in the underworld. island of the dead has also directly inspired NUMEROUS other works of art, including other paintings, stage productions, and symphonic poems. apparently the painting was so popular many people in berlin hung prints of it in their homes (i do too)! as i stated above though, a lot of the visual elements in the painting were already traditional symbols relating to death so i don't want to 100% conclude that miyazaki was directly inspired by this painting, he may have just also resonated with those symbols independent of bocklin which i still think is awesome.

the first time we see himi also reminded me of the painting. she's wearing a white dress and standing at the bow of a small wooden boat, and though her intentions are to save the warawara from the pelicans, she inevitably kills some of them too. visually and thematically she's like the white figure at the front of the rowboat in the painting. she acts as a guide for mahito (analogous to the rower? he traveled to this world of his own volition but needed a guide) for a good part of the movie and is a collage of life and death. she is a younger but kind of omniscient version of his dead mother; she's known all along she is mahito's mother but is about to be born into the world by the end of the movie and accepts her fate happily. she can control fire which envelops her like how she died in the real world, but is harmless to the touch unless she directs it as a weapon, and as we see with the warawara and pelicans it helps creation but also destroys much like fire's role in the natural world. natsuko, though a separate person from himi, is still connected as a sibling, and we see her wandering into the forest at the beginning of the movie while wearing white like himi, back turned to mahito, and that is what prompts him to first enter the tower. the strange nature of her character that doesn't adhere to a proper time or space parallels the way the white figure completely stands out in the painting, at least the ones with darker lighting. another crazy parallel surrounding fire and wwii between the painting and the movie is that the fourth version of this painting was destroyed during wwii due to bombing, again like how mahito's mother's hospital was presumably set on fire by bombing during the war.

the looming effects of war alluded to throughout the movie eventually tie into its resolution, when mahito accepts his new family that he initially rejected, his own imperfect being, and the fact that one must seek out love to be happy in this bitch of a world. his great granduncle is confused as to why mahito wouldn't want to recreate his own world like him. why would you want to return to the world that killed your mother and rejects you as a person? the world that forces your people to die in war and will eventually drop the deadliest weapon mankind has ever seen even a century from now onto your home? you can make everything perfect here! he's created something of a "paradise" himself, full of lush tropical plants, parakeets, and strange insects (some of them looked like the bugs from nausicaa, another fantastical world of lush nature which is also threatened by war. interesting), almost like a garden of eden, and it so happens to be at the very top of the tower. funnily enough, bocklin also painted this several years later:

Arnold Bocklin, Island of Life. 1888

i don't know much about this one so idk if it's an explicit companion piece to the island of the dead but it certainly looks like it. the similarities are now less apparent to the movie if there are any, it's much less lush but there are exotic plants and uh birds and stuff. this is definitely more likely a case of shared inspiration from the symbols themselves rather than movie directly looking at the painting. anyway clearly the promise of a perfect paradise isn't real, as this is interrupted by a war of his own unwitting creation, the uprising of the parakeets he wanted to breed in a paradise that literally bring about the end of the world. no world will ever be perfect when left long enough to its own devices. life finds a way! plus, this world was created through so much death (the construction workers in hazardous conditions, the way the tower keeps spiriting people away. btw in the english sub mahito's dad calls the whole ordeal a "disappearance" but he says "kamikakushi" in japanese which means "hidden by god" in reference to people who mysteriously disappeared as if from supernatural circumstances and yes that's the word they used in the japanese title of spirited away!!!) and is on the verge of collapsing from reality every three days just because of some building blocks?? the real world may be on fire but it'll go out/burn less badly someday, and at least it won't completely disappear in a snap, not in an easily imagined timescale for a human anyway. it's up to you to make the best of it, and this is what mahito decides. there are also visual allusions to other ghibli movies about the constantly present threat or consequences of war. the only other landmark aside from the island mahito lands on is a line of ships which kiriko later tells him are all fake. it immediately reminded me of the stream of planes in porco rosso which were the souls of dead fighter pilots moving on. the shadow people in the swamp were also reminiscent of those in the train in spirited away, which are never explained to my knowledge but the given that spirited away's characters are largely spirits and the way souls are so similarly designed in this movie makes me feel that they were also souls of people in spirited away.

through this imagined otherworld, there is also the blurring of lines between life and death, reality and imagination. himi plus her dyad with natsuko (they're sisters AND they look exactly the same AND both are mother figures to mahito) are great examples of this. mahito's mother is gone, he knew this and set foot into the world anyway. he rejected natsuko as his new mother but in going through the struggles of the tower he comes to accept familial love for her and even keeps confusing "natsuko" and "mom" while reaching out to her in the delivery room. a family is made up of different people but inevitably you will see each other in each person. in the delivery room scene we see the paper hanging from the ceiling lash out to attack and stick to mahito like tape, it even leaves red marks on him. this is one of the best scenes in the movie to me because of its visual contrast to him rushing to save his mother in the fire. in the fire scene, the real world around him is blurred and distorted and at times so is mahito and especially his mother. the fire doesn't seem to burn him or his clothes (i could be remembering that wrong tho) and the scene cuts off before it shows him possibly going in further. in the delivery room, everything is drawn with clean lineart, no stylization. there is no mistaking the reality of this situation even though this world is conjured, the dawning realization upon mahito that this person is his mother is so visceral that he actively fights through the paper literally snapping its jaws and natsuko spitting her hatred towards him. when mahito is ready to leave the tower, himi leaves through a separate door to be born as his mother sometime in the past though she is not a warawara and knows what has happened/will happen, an exception that further demonstrates the nonlinear nature of time and space in the movie.

after coming out of the tower, the heron tells mahito he should forget everything that happened in there. even his grandmother seemed to have forgotten the whole year she spent in there (it seems like tower time reflects irl time judging by the events of the movie). anything that comes out doesn't just disappear, it transforms into a real-life counterpart as we saw with the pelicans leaving as they were (presumably minus the ability to speak) and the parakeets going from big bloodthirsty things to regular parakeets. so mahito can't just forget, especially because he comes out changed from his experiences in there, not just himself personally but also his changed relationships with natsuko and the heron, and also his little souvenirs. then the movie abruptly ends with mahito narrating that they left for tokyo again shortly after the war ended. i like to think that this was a hopeful ending where mahito maintained that character development and was able to welcome natsuko and his new sibling into his family while being able to seek more friends and family in the future. i've seen other analyses talking about how this movie was semi-autobiographical for miyazaki and i can see it, how events early in his life shaped his personality and how he had to fight to find beauty in a world that otherwise treated him poorly, so i'm glad he ended the movie on that note, although in less words. pretty similar to how spirited away ended, although there was arguably more loss involved, but still hopeful, and that's what i find so powerful about this movie. and like this movie, spirited away involves a dyad between yubaba and zeniba as a device for the hardships and beauty of life, how they're not so discreet at times. as a last kindasorta tie-in to bocklin's work, i'll point again to the island of life which was created after the island of the dead, plus a composition directly inspired by the island of the dead, a symphonic poem with the same title written by sergei rachmaninoff. the last time i listened to this was in high school and it's like. 20 minutes long so i'm too impatient to give it a relisten now but from my vague recollection plus some quick searches it's a very somber piece that escalates into emotional climaxes yet still contains warmer tones, and goes back to the same "rowing" motif at the end. it weaves together evocations of life and death in one piece, also illustrating how the two really are so closely connected.

tl;dr, this was me the entire movie because miyazaki SEEMS to be heavily inspired by this one symbolist painting i happen to like a lot:

also also here's a self portrait of bocklin:

yes, all of his paintings are that cool.

#i'm so excited about this painting!!#there's so many freaking similarities in not just the painting itself but its conception #the boy and the heron #kimitachi wa do ikiru ka #how do you live #studio ghibli #hiyao miyazaki #arnold bocklin #island of the dead #isle of the dead #tweet

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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It Had To Be You: Upcoming Fic Excerpt

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Rating: Teen and Up, except one chapter which could be skipped

Summary: Modern AU romcom. A love story heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

Note: Hi all, as a Valentine's Day gift to you all, I present below the opening scene of my upcoming multi-chapter - It Had To Be You. I plan to start publishing this in March. I hope you enjoy <3

UPDATE: full fic is now posted HERE

12 Years Ago

When you pull up outside her halls of residence, she has her tongue down some man’s throat—typical Gen.

She finally acknowledges your presence when you lower the window and cough pointedly. A few days ago, when she said her latest boyfriend needed a lift from St Andrews to London, you didn't offer; she volunteered him to join you before you could conjure a believable excuse. Someone to talk to on the long journey wouldn't be such a bad thing; you tried to convince yourself reluctantly. You were slightly worried about who he might be. Gen’s taste in men could be best described as random. Or questionable if you were feeling less charitable. But as he turns towards you, something in your chest flutters.

Oh.

He looks different to her usual choices. He appears rich, just from a glance. But the sort of rich that dresses in ratty clothes as a style choice rather than out of economic necessity. His jeans are distressed around the knees, and there’s an almost threadbare patch right around his rather shapely - don't look there, you admonish yourself - arse. He wears a faded grey t-shirt and converse that are speckled with paint.

“Y/n, meet Ben,” he nods briefly before she pulls him back for another completely inappropriate kiss.

Ben...? Really, Gen? Matching names is a bit too fucking twee.

As they break away, he tosses his bags in the boot of your car and, after another round of tonsil tennis, climbs into your passenger seat. He smiles crookedly, and you see his blueish eyes catch a ray of late Spring sun; his voice instantly makes you shift in your seat as you exchange hellos. Definitely a posh boy. Definitely a playboy. Definitely not the type to keep his bed empty for long. You already dislike him. You especially dislike how attractive your body seems to find him, despite yourself.

This is going to be a long journey.

“You want to drive the first shift?” you ask politely.

“You are already there,” he shrugs, “go right ahead.”

As Gen becomes a waving figure in your rearview mirror, something tells you you will likely never see her again. It's that time when life goes in a million different directions—the end of university. You've been here for your undergraduate course. Apparently, he has been here for his master's in Fine Art.

“What takes you to London?” he asks as you pull out of the university grounds.

“I'm going to be a journalist,” you state proudly.

He laughs. “You and the rest of the world.”

You bristle at his amusement. You are a talented writer; you know it will happen for you someday. You have a summer internship at the Guardian. Okay, it's unpaid, but it's a start.

“You?” you shoot back, squinting in the sun.

“Artist. I’m setting up a studio in Hoxton.”

Urgh. That's so achingly trendy you actually want to smack him.

Your phone buzzes, and you check it discreetly at the next traffic light. It's from Gen.

I know exactly what you are thinking. Posh boy twat. His cock is amazing though. Safe travels x

You squeak and drop your phone into the footwell. Ben cuts you a curious sideways glance.

“I can grab it,” he offers rather chivalrously as he sees you groping blindly around your feet as the light turns green.

“No!” you startle, “it's fine, just uhh leave it there, I don't need it. I know the way to Edinburgh from here.” your voice takes on a high-pitched quality that sounds ridiculous even to your own ears.

He seems to stare at your profile for an inordinate amount of time.

“Gen said you were a little high-strung,” he says drolly.

You frown over at him. “I'm just particular,” you argue back.

He laughs and looks out the window. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Yes, I do,” you prickle, “that’s a disgusting habit, and you should give it up.”

“She said you were opinionated too,” he adds, his tone so casual and laid back it just makes you more wound up.

“My car, my rules,” you retort, glancing irritated in your rearview at the lorry getting far too familiar with your rear bumper.

“That's fair enough.”

He suddenly lunges for something in the backseat, twisting, so his t-shirt rides up, his whole body thrust towards you. You see a flash of toned abdominal muscle and a tantalising line of hair disappearing into his jeans.

You quickly cut your eyes back to the road and have to slam on the brake not to hit the car in front, praying momentarily that the lorry behind is paying more attention than you are. Damn him.

“Fucking hell!” he exclaims, falling back into his seat and grabbing the dashboard to right himself.

“Sorry,” you mumble, knowing you are blushing. “Can you please not do that when I'm driving?”

“Do what?” he feigns ignorance, but you can tell he knows exactly what just happened, the cocky bastard.

“Climb into the backseat,” you grumble.

“I leaned back to grab something; I didn't climb anywhere,” he disputes, shaking a packet at you. “This is for your benefit, I might add,” he says pointedly, ripping open the box and fishing out a nicotine patch.

“Well, just sit still, please,” you huff, spying a flash of very shapely bicep out of the corner of your eye as he rolls up the sleeve and slaps on the patch.

“Yeah, not highly strung at all,” he mutters under his breath.

Yep. You absolutely want to kick him.

#fic excerpt #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader

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pico-digital-studios · 1 month

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: MtOU Post-Credits

Many months before MtOU...

Dimension ALT-2006

06!Tails: Heh, I never thought you'd be late getting here.

LM!Sonic: Even with my speed, I can't be everywhere at once.

06!Tails: I mean, using the communicator could've worked.

LM!Sonic: I was away for a few hours. What happened while I was gone?

06!Tails: Okay, okay, okay. I know what all this looks like, but I got some good news!

LM!Sonic: Ah, great. Here we go.

The events of OMT!Mina's crossover scuffle are shown around 06!Tails.

06!Tails: The wider multiverse HASN'T collapsed.

LM!Sonic: Ah, sweet!

06!Tails: A little touch and go, but it worked out!

LM!Sonic: Great story. Did you finish your gizmo, by the way?

06!Tails: Don't get too excited, Sonic. It's still a prototype.

LM!Sonic equipped the device on his wrist.

06!Tails: But you could be one of the first to make a proper multiversal jump! Or the last.

LM!Sonic: So we're just gonna roll the dice and see if it works?

06!Tails: Mhm. So, where do you wanna go first, Sonic?

LM!Sonic: Let's start from a beginning point, one last time; Dimension OVA-1996.

Dimension OVA-1996 - North Pole

LM!Sonic leapt out of a portal in front of OVA!Sonic.

OVA!Sonic: Huh? What the-?

(It's in the Sonic Advance style in this mockup, but in-universe, both are animated in the OVA's art-style.)

LM!Sonic: I'm Sonic. I need you to come with me.

OVA!Sonic: And just who might you be? Another of Robotnik's robots?

LM!Sonic: I-I just told you. Now, listen, I'm from the future.

OVA!Sonic: Urgh, how much are you gonna keep talking and pointing?

LM!Sonic: Wha-?! You pointed first!

OVA!Sonic: Ain't it rude to point?

LM!Sonic: YOU'RE being very rude! You're not even believing what I'm saying, you're saying I'm not who I say I am when I tell you who I am —

(at an aside point)

OVA!Knux: Er, which one was pointing first?

OVA!Tails: It's gotta have been one of them.

OVA!Eggman: Sonic pointed first, obviously!

(back to them)

LM!Sonic: You're pointing at me right now, as you say that! Look at you! Look at your finger! Look at your finger right now! What is it doing? You are pointing at me — YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF POINTING AND BEING A FAKER WHILE YOU'RE-!

OVA!Sonic (at the EXACT same time): I'm not pointing, you're pointing! I'm just pointing at your pointing, which is different than normal pointing! Strange, isn't it? You haven't seen pointing until I'm through with you, and then you'll know-

THE END

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #sonic ova

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chuuyascumsock · 7 months

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The university Anon here, reporting back with fresh brainrot! (At 6am local time with no sleep, so I hope to be forgiven for any mistakes haha)

Anyways...

ART STUDENT CHUUYA AND READER?

Like he has a practice course and the topic is portraits and since he doesn't have anyone he knows in the course he gets paired with the only other person who doesn't have anyone, which is of course reader. And while awkward as Fuck at first, drawing a stranger while getting to know them on top of that does that to ppl, Chuuya loves their personality and is kinda sad when class is over.

So much for wholesomeness, here comes horny thoughs...

Hear me out...

Nude model reader.

Chuuya decides for whatever reason to try something new and so he is like, yeah, maybe I'll try painting someone naked, can't be that bad.

But the model? Oh boy, they are something! Beautiful hair, eyes, curves in all the right places, skin so soft looking that makes him wish he could just touch it once... but first and foremost he's here to paint and that's what he does and he tried his damn best to capture this beautiful human on his canvas!

During the whole process, Chuuya thinks he might be imagining things, but it seems the model has their eyes a lot on him and he feels really warm whenever he meets their gaze and their warm smile turns into a sexy smirk.

After class while he's packing up his stuff, the now dressed beauty comes up to him and slides their number to him. "Gimme a call and maybe next time you'll get to do more than just paint me." 😳

Other ideas include, being naughty and making out in the library in an empty corner, meeting up shorty before a lecture, getting down and dirty and then deciding to ditch it, since they are already late..., Tutor Chuuya helping a fellow classmate understand the topic better and accidentally going far beyond just that.

Basically I'm just a slut for the copious dream that I could meet Chuuya on my campus and have a wonderful time 🤠

That… Your whole post was beautiful, Varsity-Anon 🥹 (Random confession: I get scared that there’s irl people who go to my university and read my content— and I walk by them everyday but just don’t know it LMAO.)

But YES— Fucking URGH— I love the way you think. The art students is everything and just imagine how flustered he’d get, that would be so cute.

BUT LISTEN— HEAR ME OUT, OKAY⁉️

Academic rivals who were forced into doing a project together and the tension is too much that they end up banging 🤭

Cause I just know Chuuya would love some studious pussy (y’all please help me, I’m aware of how bad this sounds, but I’m severely lacking in sleep— and sanity, just like Varsity-Anon 😭).

But fr, I can just imagine him being kind of an ass in university (what no pussy does to a mf) and then putting him in his place 🤤

But ngl I am fucking w the nude model idea (I remember vividly of a Levi Ackerman smut I read years ago with that idea and it hasn’t left my mind since 2020 tbh).

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut

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levi-supreme · 1 year

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Levi and Rei's gallery 🌻 part one

Yes hello friends! I am here to spread the Reivi propaganda! As I promised, here are the Reivi art I have commissioned from some of my friends, and also selfship art I received as a gift as well!

The first art is commissioned from my dear Katereina @ryukatters / @kleokatraa and it is based on a picrew hehe.

Here on are selfship art commissioned from @hashaneeee / @cinnamonlevi and some of you can recognise that yes, I have used them as my dp before hehe.

I'm sure some of you have seen the hanami one before hehe, I posted it during March since it's my birthday month and also spring time!!

Next two are also fairly familiar because I used them in my summer and autumn theme! Hiking and stargazing with Levi URGH the dream.

This is a Reivi art gifted to me by my one and only sister-in-law Mrs Mia Smith @ack3rlady / @miascanvas 💙

The second art was also gifted to me by Mrs Smith for Lunar New Year ✨️💖

Lastly, this amazing and beautiful art was gifted to me by Mrs Smith for my birthday this year, and this art was inspired by my selfship one-shot, In a World of Our Own 🥺❤️

This lovely mobile banner was a Secret Santa gift from my dearest @axoxtxhxh as part of the SNK Veterans Secret Santa 2021 last year!! I am still so in awe that Joey was my Santa 🤭💕

Last but not least, this lovely birthday art was commissioned from the one and only @hunnymz as part of my Happy Birthday Levi 2022 event! Here, Levi and I are celebrating his first birthday together as a married couple hehe 💗

There'll definitely be more selfship Reivi art in a future haha and I'll have to make a new post for it XD

It warms my heart to see people interested in my selfship haha so thank you all so much! 💖 also, if anyone knows any artists who have commissions open and are willing to draw selfship art, please tell me too hehe 💕

#levi x rei #reivi #one day i will learn how to draw #so that i can draw levi and i with our four children <333

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signechan · 21 days

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Kpop bias meme: 4,6,7 and 10

(for anyone who hasn't noticed me posting his face every day, my bias is Namjoon)

4. Why I love my bias so much

Why would I not love him? He's so clever and kind but also vulnerable and introspective. He isn't perfect but tries hard to do and be better. He talks about mental health and how it's okay to not be okay. His music is beautiful. But he's not afraid to be silly too, and to do silly little things if he thinks it's going to make someone smile. He's comforting and inspiring and I want to listen to him talk about art for a million years.

6. What song I love my bias the most in

HOW CAN I CHOOSE? Like, trivia: love but also Moonchild and Lonely and urgh! I mean, I guess it has to be trivia: love. Namjoon at his best. A soft topic, introspective and clever lyrics, surprisingly gentle for someone who used to call himself rap monster, and he has such fun performing it. God, I love watching Namjoon when they preform. He just vibes along to everything. I love him.

7. Why I started stanning my bias

I'm not entirely sure. He was definitely the first one I could identify because it was dynamite era and he had blue hair. I think I learned pretty early about the thing where he was criticised for his lyrics about women so he went away and learned and did better and that impressed me a lot. Like, look, I don't look to pretty Korean men for my moral compass, and I don't expect them to agree with me on every moral and political issue. But seeing someone not only take on critisism but then internalise it, learn how to do better and embody that, how could I not stan? Also, the man loves small cute things. He buys fucking baby shoes! He loves crabs! What am I meant to do here?

10. My favourite fact about my bias

That he doesn't have his driving licence. I mean, he might now but I really struggled to get mine and I've never used it so it kind of makes me feel good that Namjoon doesn't have his too.

#Kim Namjoon

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lisacatara-actress · 1 year

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Almost Lisa: Pt 9, “Almost Impossible”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

Roam. If you want to.

One thing California offers in abundance is sunshine and countless hiking trails. In the Hills, at Oceanside, up north in the canyons...everywhere. I indulged often, on foot and on hoof. Whenever and however the opportunity arose. Particularly in April when the gorgeous wildflowers bloom. The views are spectacular. And I was always aware of other creatures living in these areas (it’s their homes after all), but seldom saw more than a group of hares, some lizards, or an occasional rattler. But there was one resident who was rather famous in the area. Though seldom seen, he was loved and concerned for by many.

I woke this week to the devastating news that P-22 (Hollywood’s beloved bachelor Mountain Lion) had to be euthanized after being hit by an automobile. His injuries were substantial. P-22 taught the word so much about biodiversity and the importance of conservation. He lived his years a victim of human innovation, trapped between highways, alone. I think of him, traversing the Hollywood hills, day after day, searching for companionship in another of his kind. But finding none. It’s painful. And sad.

And I relate. Deeply.

If I'm honest, I've never had a HOME. A place I felt safe, where I breathed a sigh of relief upon walking through the door. Certainly not the home I grew up in. That deep desire to feel safe has caused so much inner conflict for me. Anything is possible when you feel safe. I’ve developed some laughable “bad habits” because of the insecurity in homestead over the course of my life. For instance, I am indecisive about certain things. NOT because I cant decide but because I can see infinite possibilities in most decisions. Where it comes to my home and design, I’ve been known to spend hours at a Home Goods, carefully laying out a design idea or artwork, staring at it for an hour (visualizing it in my space), then deciding not to purchase anything. Why? Because in the end, I still don't have a HOME. And- ultimately- I know I am designing for a place I don't love, which I’ll eventually be moving from. I broke my golden rule for ownership when I purchased my first home at the end of 2021: “Never own more than you can personally move yourself”. URGH.

I’ve moved over two dozen times since leaving Cleveland at the age of 17. The Artists life is that of a gypsy: constantly reinventing, replanting, rediscovering. But that’s not quite the reason for the constant uprooting. Several moves in NY were due to survival (escaping my abusive boss) and events beyond my control (9/11). In California, I hopped from apartment to apartment as my income increased, neighbors or landlords became intolerable, or rent became unreasonable. I’d found a terrific situation with a terrific landlord, just before relocating to GA in 2020. Spent a lot of time and energy decorating it, making it a “real home”, investing in it. Part of what forced my decision during pandemic to depart were my next door neighbor who suffered with dementia and screamed all day, and the new neighbors downstairs who smoked unfiltered cigarettes together on their terrace, making it impossible for me to get any fresh air inside my own unit. $1700/ month and I was never comfortable. More than 20 years of renting and I suddenly realized that no one ever taught me about finances or investing for the future. Thankfully I made my own decision to save everything I earned (in case sh*t). It’s helped the past couple of years, though not sure how much longer. I'd really hoped I'd be be traveling over the holidays this year. Seeing the world!

If you never had love, support or security as a child, there is only one person in the entire world who can give those things to you as an adult. YOU.

Holidays mean very little to me anymore since my grandparents passed. They were truly the glue which brought our family together. They were Love. Obligatory visitation and gifting with anyone makes me want to punch sea otters (and I love sea otters!). Rather then co-dependently suffering together, I much prefer to be traveling: Buying a stranger a coffee and chatting about their life in Eastern Europe, watching a Flamenco performance in an authentic Tablau, standing over the Mediterranean on a crystal clear day in Capri, enjoying my first Kao Soi in Cambodia with some strangers from across the globe, seeing another Wonder of the World, and photographing every moment of it ... this is what brings me Joy. I want to see, taste, hear, touch, experience everything, first-hand. My bucketlist is epic! Sadly this year, traveling wont be possible. I simply should not afford it as work remains uncertain and my health continues to suffer.

Flashback- The year was 2001, December, three days after Christmas. I was invited by the Lerner family to sing the National Anthem at Browns Stadium. Shortly after Al Lerner (team owner) had passed. It was below freezing, and I was wearing a bright turquoise overcoat and gloves. As I walked out of the tunnel- blinded by snow- onto the field, a hand emerged from the white dust, reaching for mine. It was Bernie Kosar, offering good vibes and gratitude for being there. I was touched. More so as I stood alone on the field as the Color Guard fell into formation behind me. I remember nothing else. Except that Cleveland WON that day. Cheers Al!

(To be continued...)

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kyovtani · 3 years

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lyallblacklupin · 3 years

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Don’t miss the Yule Ball.

Remus sorts out his feelings about Sirius.

Tags: Post-Incident with Severus Snape, Angst with Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Trust Issues.

Chapter 4

If someone had been there to witness what happened to Remus after Sirius had left the dorm, they would have had given him the longest hug to repress his teeming guilt that had gushed out of him so hard that he had collapsed on the floor, rocking back and forth for tears to come out, but they never came. He never wanted things to be turned this way between him and Sirius, which were completely unexpected. Sure, he did fantasize of being asked out by Sirius, but not in his right mind he had ever had any hopes for it to happen. He really underestimated Sirius. He was strongly reminded that the void in his chest was Sirius’ absence in his life which was expanding day by day, ripping his heart in the midst. He wanted Sirius. So much. He felt selfish—in fact he was selfish, and right now it didn’t seem like much of a sin.

He was again at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall, sipping coffee heedlessly, mind floating elsewhere in the crack of dawn. There were no classes today due to the Yule Ball in the evening. He had nothing to distract himself with. Surprisingly, he was greeted by a very unusual couple that he had to blink his eyes a little too much to believe he was seeing right.

“Oh, stop blinking! I know it’s hard to believe.” Lily Evans grumbled, with a slight amusement in her voice.

“Oh Evans, it’s not hard for me to believe. I am very much alive right now!” Yes, that was none other than James Potter, grinning his usual stupid, stupid smirk.

“For your information, we are not dating, Potter. We are just friends who happened to be going on a very casual event of our school.” Lily imitated a very elegant voice, smiling successfully that James couldn’t stop looking at her—or couldn’t stop swooning at her.

“Sure.” He shrugged, the smile not leaving his face for a second. They both slipped into their seats beside Remus, but they didn’t sit together. James and Lily were sitting on Remus’ sides. When the silence had prolonged for more than it was necessary, he found both of them staring at him.

“What?” He was utter confused.

“You think we are unable to see that long face of yours?” Lily commented, arching her brows like Mcgonacall. He shook his head slightly. He knew that he was not going to get away from this, “Tell us what happened?”

Remus was unable to gather words. He felt like he had no ounce of energy left in his body.

“I don’t know what to tell…” He trailed off.

“Okay, how about you tell us what are you feeling?” She put her hand on his.

“I don’t know that either.”

“Okay, okay…Umm. How about we ask you questions and you try to answer them?” Remus was not thrilled with her idea, so he stayed silent which she took it as his approval, “Did you have a fight with Sirius?”

“Not exactly a fight…” Remus was replaying the memory in his head for the infinith time, “Merlin, I wish it had been a fight.”

“Was it about…what he did with Snap—“ Lily was cut off by the shake of his head.

“No, it was not about that!” He said irritatingly, “We are way past that, okay?” He wasn’t asking but he was making it clear.

“Are you?” James interjected.

“Look, I have forgiven him long time ago. It’s just getting difficult to be, you know…normal?”

“Okay, let’s talk straight here, mate,” James put his arm around Remus—which was a typical ‘James Potter move’ when he was trying to convince someone, “You guys were dating before…all of that,” He did a vague hand gesture, “And right now, you guys are just these uncomfortable exes who are missing each other so much but have a tendency to ignore that.”

“Of course, I miss Sirius. He was my only best friend, James.” James gasped dramatically, making a show of how mocked he felt by his comment. Remus rolled his eyes at him.

“Yes, but James is trying to say that you guys miss being each other’s boyfriends.” Lily said those words with such gentleness that Remus felt heat creeping up on his neck. He was suddenly reminiscing the best memories of his life when he was dating Sirius.

“You are an ignorant, self-centered and a mean boyfriend, do you know that?” Remus replied blankly, his temper had reached the level of exhaustion because Sirius was right that Remus was never going to win any arguments with him. So he flopped on his bed but Sirius crawled from his behind to take him in his arms.

“But you love me.” He whispered, planting tiny kisses on Remus’ ear and jaw. Remus had turned into a mush, because it felt so good. He decided that he wasn’t unhappy on his position in their relationship. His mind made a mental note to himself that he’d rather let Sirius win all the arguments if it meant that he was never going to leave Remus.

“I do, I do love you.” He whispered back.

“Moony?”

“Remus?”

Remus jerked out of his ruminating to see James and Lily gawking at him.

“Sorry, just zoned out of the conversation.” He cleared his throat and Lily offered him her coffee.

“You’re a mess, Rem. You need to sort this out with yourself.” She was right, Remus knew, but he also wanted someone to tell him what to do.

“What do I do?”

“Go to the dance with him!” James piped up, and Remus flinched, “What?”

“Urgh. That was how it all started…”And then he told them what happened when Sirius asked him to be his date, how it turned out, and how infuriatingly he didn’t know what to do.

“You have a date!?” Lily scowled at him. Not only James was looking disappointed by the news, but Remus also felt sick of himself.

“I am the worst person in the world. I messed up. I messed everything! I knew that this was not what I wanted! I never wanted to date anyone. And yes, I admit, I haven’t moved on. Not even a little bit. I still think about him, and I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he had always been the one to calm me down whenever I’m angry or sad but then Snape happened, and I made a promise with myself that I will never let Sirius come near me. But I was this overconfident shit that I thought I will be able to handle all it. And then I wasn’t…and I can’t…”

His chest was thundering as the sobs began to cloud his throat, waiting for Remus to let go of himself. He didn’t want anyone to touch him otherwise, he’d never stop crying now that his heart was opening and becoming vulnerable.

“Moony…” James’ gentle voice was enough to bring his emotion at the brink of his eyes. He didn’t just underestimate Sirius, but also himself. That was very unlike Remus. He hated being the center of attention, he hated breaking down in public, and he hated people’s soft words—let alone the physical gestures.

“Don’t.” It was all he could manage to say when Lily had touched his arm. He was on his feet as he fled the hall, in desperate need to reach the lavatory.

So it was about what happened with Snape, came a voice in his head when he was inside the vacant bathroom. There was still mistrust, swimming with his judgments. His mind was telling him that he shouldn’t commit the same mistake of getting into relationship with Sirius but his heart was not helping at all. It was so in love. He was trying breathe properly.

Let love be your guide, his heart said.

And then get lost? His mind retorted.

Yes! Remus wanted to slap himself.

He had been pushing feelings all of his life. He had been very difficult with Sirius for straight two days when Sirius had confessed that he was in love with him. The most remarkable thing was that Sirius understood his struggle with feelings and emotions. He had the art to scoop them out of Remus’ system. Moony, this is the only way to calm yourself, he had said to him. And now, as Lily had said, he was a mess. Without him. Without Sirius.

After few hours—what felt like minutes—he washed his miserable face and walked to the courtyard. He didn’t want to go the Gryffindor Tower to face anyone. He was a wreck. He didn’t want to face Sirius either, so he just sat by the outdated fountain where the tree was protecting him from the sun. He decided that he was not going to the Ball. He just wanted to rehearse his future act of turning down Catherina Johnson gently. He relaxed himself there. It had been fifteen minutes, and he had been thinking of his DADA essay for Patronus charms, which was a win-win for him as a distraction.

However, it wasn’t long when he took out his wand and tried to cast a patronus.

“Expecto Patronum.” He whispered, thinking about the time when his friends had first time accompanied him to the moon as Animagus. A silver wisp glowed on the tip of his wand but then died out after a second, which made him eventually want to think about the moments that had made him genuinely happy. He thought about the time when Sirius had told him he was a good kisser, when he had told him that they should start dating, and a lot more but they were not strong enough to cast full patronus, just a silver light flickering. He was confused. He focused and focused, becoming impatient. He was also worrying if Sirius was not associated with his happiest memory then maybe Remus had been in an oblivion—or say, stupid in love. He knew that love was the most powerful element to do wonders, even in the wizarding world. But What if it was never love? What if it was just infatuation? Then why was his heart hammering so violently in his chest? But then he was suddenly reminded of a very bad day in his fifth year when he was walking by the dungeon where the sixth-years were taking their Potions class, and Slughorn had called him to volunteer.

“Mr Lupin here is a fifth year, and he has advanced enough to brew Veritaserum which is supposed to be taught in his next year. Uh—Mr Lupin please, come forth and—Mr Lupin?”

Remus was extremely annoyed by a certain scent saturating the room. He was sniffing, and whipping his head to follow it. He had completely forgotten that he was volunteering with Professor Slughorn because he is so concentrated on the scent which is filling his nostrils, making him quite dizzy.

“What is this smell, Professor?” He asked, still looking here and there. He knew that some of his senior students were making fun of him as the room was filled with faint sounds of sniggers and snorts.

“Mr Lupin, you are in a Potion classroom, there are numerous of potions sitting out…” Remus ignored his rambling because the scent is getting stronger. He couldn’t put a finger on it because it was reminding him of many things. Musk, which was making him lightheaded. Cigarettes. Damp hair after hot shower. The feeling of leather on skin, and also the forbidden forest. The scent had a strange sense of familiarization. It was vague but he was drawn to it. It was like he was sitting in the heart of someone—someone he knew, because he could feel their heart beat in his ears.

Remus’ whole day was a disaster because he couldn’t brew the Veritaserum properly, Slughorn had sent him back to his dorm, he was tackled by Peeves on his way, and he was also annoyed by some portraits which had made fun of his scars. After his prefect rounds, he entered the common room with a foul mood, and spotted Sirius Black sitting alone on the couch. He looked at his pocket watch and found that it was past midnight. Sirius stood up and held out his arms, smiling at him. Remus threw his satchel and books away, and fell into Sirius’ arms. He was embraced so tightly and warmly.

They both stayed quiet, and Remus nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck. That was when his eyes snapped both because he caught a whiff of the same scent that had been annoying him in the Potions.

“That scent.” Remus murmured, pulling away from Sirius.

“What scent?” Sirius asked, perplexed.

“Oh! Not you, now! I have had enough of it! This scent is driving me mad, Sirius!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Moony, why are you crying?”

“What?”

“You are crying.”

“Oh.”

“Come here.”

He was embraced again, and then it hit him. That scent was Sirius. It was not coming from somewhere, it was just Sirius’ scent. Very natural, and very Sirius. The potion he had smelled in the dungeon was Amortentia. Sirius had always been the one to give Remus the physical interaction he shared with no one in his group. Due to his claustrophobia, he had always found hugging very uncomfortable, but not with Sirius, never with Sirius.

“I’m claustrophobic.”

“I know.” Sirius tightened his hold on Remus, pulling him impossibly closer, and he was not choking for breath. That made him cry, more and more. He was not embarrassed for the streaming tears, so he let them fall because it was just Sirius. His home.

“Expecto Patronum.”

A full grown silver dog shot out of his wand, running in circles around Remus enthusiastically. And suddenly, Remus realized why such an odd memory was his happiest and the most powerful one because it was the day when he was brought in front of the raw truth that he was in love with Sirius Black.

It was afternoon, and everyone was gathering for lunch a little earlier because the Great Hall was going to be sealed for the decorations of the Yule Ball until the evening. Remus looked around him, everyone was beaming and laughing with the exhilaration for tonight. He needed to find Sirius. He wanted to talk to him. He wanted to see him, at least. He walking quickly through the crowd, looking for him.

“Hey Remus!” He turned to find Catherina staring at him. Remus groaned internally.

“Hi, Catherina.” He tried to smile.

“Oh, call me Cathy. My friends calls me Cathy.” They fell into brief silence but she break it—to Remus’ horror, “So what’s the color of your robes tonight?” He frowned at her, “Oh, it’s okay if you don’t to tell but please don’t wear anything mustard. I have an extreme aversion to—“

“Catherina, I can’t go with you tonight.” He tried to ignore the hammering of his heart.

“What?” She looked distraught.

“I’m sorry—“

“Is this because of Black?”

“What does Sirius has to do with any of this?”

“Oh you bet your arse, it is! You guys think you are so subtle.” Remus is frozen in his place, “Who do you think you are? You thought I was just a bloody nobody to whom you’ll say yes without having to mean it—“

“Catherine, it’s not like that! I’m not feeling well, I can’t go—“

“Oh, save it, Lupin! You first agreed to be my date and broke Black’s heart, and now you’re going to his date by breaking mine?” She looked hurt, very hurt and Remus wanted to just die because her words were too true to be painful, “Can’t you see what you are doing?”

“I am so sorry, Cathy. Please. And I’m not going with anyone!” But she was shaking his head, “You have to believe me. And you are right, I did break your heart and you have no idea how pathetic I feel! I am a terrible person. I don’t deserve to be your date.”

“You are not,” She spoke after a brief silence, “You are not a terrible person. You are just stupid.”

“Same thing.”

“Look, you didn’t break my heart. You hurt my feelings, and I didn’t expect that from you. But you know what, people surprise you.” There is a very awkward silence between them and Remus couldn’t stop himself from apologizing. She gave him a long strange look, and then walked away.

Remus didn’t stand for any longer, he began walking. The thoughts, the guilt, the pain, the unjust things, the stupid acts, unfathomable love, all of that was dawning upon him at every step he was taking. His pace was becoming frantic as he reached closer to the Gryffindor Tower.

He entered the common room, his heart was racing abnormally. He paid no heed to the fourth-years standing in their robes and gowns. He ascended the staircase to his dormitory. For a second, he thought he was the same fifth-year student fleeing the Potions class because a certain scent had screwed up his day. He barged into the dorm just like he had on that day in the common room.

And once again, he found none other than Sirius Black, sitting alone in the room.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 5 is coming soon!

#wolfstar #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar angst #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #remus x sirius #Sirius x Remus #SIRIUSxREMUS #yule ball #triwizard tournament #hp marauders #James Potter #Lily Evans #jily #peter pettigrew #gay love #remus loves sirius #amortentia

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mayybirds · 3 years

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The thing about Chris is... I came into this game wanting to like him. I know he's popular, some friends of like him and post good art and meta and also, personal note, he's very hot. A big buff man in a black turtleneck and beard, like I'm only so strong.

But god he's annoying in Resident Evil 8. That's the thing like the Lords are evil and your enemy, but they're cool and interesting and the game acknowledges when they're being unreasonable dicks (which is most of the time) so it's just... you have enemies trying to kill you. While Chris comes across as either incompetent or grossly negligent! He gets constantly in the way while claiming some sort of superiority over Ethan (and by proxy the player) despite all the very obvious evidence proving otherwise, and Chris does a dodges pretty much all his part of the responsibility for this entire mess except for some more guilt that doesn't seem to change his behaviour and a bit of chiding from his teammates.

Antagonists come in many different forms and some you're supposed to feel sympathy for or entertained by or love or love-to-hate while Chris is just... a pain, an incoherent mess of a character because he was written in such a way his behaviours are totally disconnected by his supposed motivations and what we're told to like about him because I don't think the writers knew he was in the wrong and... URGH!

Mood anon. How dare they give us a hot broody guy in a turtleneck and then make him an asshole like that's such a low blow.

But you hit it on the head tbh. Chris is just...lackluster and incredibly annoying in RE8. He wasn't particularly exciting in RE7 either but at least that was DLC and at least he wasn't actively making my life more frustrating as a player. In RE8 he's just...his writing is terrible, and messy, and it destroys his previous persona as this cool-headed, really moral guy. I'm not against them taking a route with Chris that says "20 years of fighting bioweapons has broken him and he needs help and he's fucking up without meaning to"--but the games seem incapable of really admitting he's fucked up. It's one thing that drove me bonkers in the ending of RE8, when his team finds a bioweapon BSAA sent, and Chris is all like "somebody has to pay!!" and it's like.... How about you Chris? You’re the one who fucked this up in the first place.

A lot of this also comes down, I think, to this weird in-between Capcom has found themselves in. A lot of the fans of RE7/8 are new to the franchise, and they wanted a semi-clean restart on the series. But, they also wanted to appeal to older fans, and so threw Chris, and Chris alone, in there--which leaves us in this weird space where he’s not the character we know and his actions don’t make sense, bc we who have played the older games know he has allies who should be checking him or helping him. I’ve lost my mind about this before in previous responses, but putting everything else aside, Jill is also a founding member of the BSAA. It is fundamentally against her character and against her established relationship with Chris that he’d bounce from the BSAA and she wouldn’t go with him or search for him or aid him.

Chris has a close friend on the BSAA founding team. He has other friends who still work for the BSAA that were STARS members--Rebecca, Barry, etc. He has a sister working for an independent bioweapon-prevention nonprofit. His sister has friends who work for the DSO he’s also met & worked with. Chris has so many options if the BSAA really has gone to shit that he could reach out to for help, so his actions as a ‘lone wolf’ in RE8 fundamentally don’t make sense.

In trying to appeal to old fans without confusing new ones, Capcom has irrevocably fucked up and broken Chris’s character--they’ve transformed him into a condescending, two-dimensional, annoying asshole version of his previous self. A lot of new fans to the franchise don’t know what to make of him. And for those of us who have played even some of the old games, we’re sitting around like “Dude just call Jill?? Call Claire?? Call Leon?? Call Rebecca?? Call anyone??? Why the fuck are you doing this and why are you suddenly so bad at your job???”

#aaaaaaAAAAAA #like. there were other ways to write Chris that would have been less annoying. that didn't require adding in other old characters #but I'm still gonna be sitting here like. You cannot include Chris this much without reconciling the fact that there's #a mess of other people who would be willing to help him #but no let's let him run around and be a dick to Ethan and make no sense #just. UGH #also his section of the game is just the worst from a pure gameplay standpoint and I wish like hell we'd hung out with Mia instead #and i DON'T EVEN LIKE MIA THAT MUCH DSKFJ #but yeah EVERYTHING about his role in RE8 makes no sense and ruins so much about his character #and it'd be one thing if the games acknowledged Chris has really lost his edge. but they refuse to #asks #Resident Evil

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yuki-kaminari · 4 years

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Another post from @cigarettebreath666 caught my hands attention. I had fun drawing a more confident Leviathan! Here is the post followed by the art. Enjoy my little chickadees!

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #my fan art #my art #@cigarettebreath666 #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus

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ophiexb · 3 years

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See you Shine

Based on this post by @moonchildmarauder about Willie’s first time seeing Alex perform.

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Willie hadn’t actually gotten to see Alex perform. He’d never had the chance between the madness at the club, and all the mistakes they were trying to fix. That he was trying to fix - because he had to. He had to fix this he had to undo what he did to Alex. Afterwards being sent somewhere awful, dark, and so painful that he kind of wished Caleb had just killed him.

Alex was gone-what was left for him. He’d been a ghost for so long he’d been so tired. So lonely and Alex washed it all away. He never should have told him about Caleb. Then maybe they could have been safe, could have been far, far away from that man’s grasp. All he could think over and over as he laid in this empty room was that he never got to even see Alex play the drums. He never got to see them perform and now he never will.

What he wasn’t expecting, he could of never even come close to predicting was the whole rescue team busting in. Lifers and all to save him. He wasn’t expecting to see Alex. Beautiful blonde glory all sweaty and wild looking from rushing into the room looking for him and only relaxing a fraction when he finally laid eyes on him. Willie never would have predicted when he crashed into the nervous looking guy on Hollywood Boulevard that he’d be freed from Caleb after over two decades of control, that he’d find a whole family, and even more. He’d find love.

Because god did he love Alex and he made sure from the moment of his rescue and on he let the other know that. No more wasted moments, no more wasted time.

“So you’ll come?” Alex asked his whole face lighting up as he played with the strap to his bag. Swinging his legs over the sign to the movie theater.

“Of course I’ll come! I’ve been no pun intended, dying to see you perform since the Orpheum. I’d been hoping to catch you then but. You know-“ Alex waves his hand dismissively and Willie appreciated it.

“I’m just-I’m glad you're coming. Really.” Alex said softly, warmly his whole face softening a little and Willie scooted closer and despite their height difference got Alex to really look at him.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Not going to miss a single show.” He says, somewhat playfully but the way Alex's face lights up. The way his face gets so dusted with red and his eyes can’t look at Willie it’s those moments he’s going to have forever. Willie leans up giving the other a gentle kiss before he’s off to practice for the night's show.

Another plus side of being a ghost, he gets vip access.

He keeps his distance at first, towards the back of the small venue as he watches. Julies got a killer outfit on, something that screams confidence and star. The place is packed but she doesn’t seem the least bothered at all. Setting up their “hologram machine” and turning to talk to her friend and Father. He can see the guys, right beside her and smiling themselves but obviously unable to have input at the moment. He doesn’t see any gear, and he wonders how that works. Alex said they were a part of their instruments-But he never had the time to go into much detail outside of that.

He catches the blue eyes nervously scanning the packed crowd and decides to come a little closer. “You made it.” Alex breaths the tension leaving him as he moves to hug the other.

“I told you. Nowhere else I’d rather be.” He reassures. “No go, go stun the audience.” He jokes falling back a bit to not be too much of a distraction.

He has to admit, it is impressive to watch. Even after all of Calebs shows, and all his performances and events. There’s something so raw and real about the band. Something so strong behind them that screams a group of people who all genuinely love what they're doing completely. It’s more powerful than anything Caleb could have put together and he can see why the guys were willing to die before joining the club.

It’s Alex though, that keeps his focus. Because of course it is...but it’s also more than that. His Alex is sweet, he’s soft and tender. He’s shy, and anxious. Fumbling over words and fiddling with his bag. He’s uncertain of himself and honestly truly lacks a lot of self confidence. All things there working on-But this Alex? This is a whole other person.

He’s still smiling, bright and inviting but there’s a confidence he radiates, an energy as he absolutely wails on the drums perfectly. It’s an art that he’s doing and Willie can’t take his eyes away. He’s got so much energy, and certainty behind him as he plays, truly and absolutely in his element right now. Willie understands that, he never feels more alive than when he’s skateboarding. It seems the same goes for Alex.

He thought he’d been blown away enough tonight, seen the unexpected enough and everything but then Alex had to go and sing during the last song. Standing up with the band as he sang out to the audience and it makes the brunettes knees weak because wow. Just-wow. Holy smokes-it’s as if something short circuits in his mind seeing the other that he barely realizes the show is over. The audience slowly clearing the venue. But Willies eyes are glued now to that empty spot the other had been just moments ago.

He knows Alex is probably waiting for him, but he gives himself a moment of air. Fresh air to really compile what he just saw before he’s hunting his boyfriend down. He’s sweaty, smiling and still holding that air of confidence it seems performing gave him still. His hairs sticks to his face and he’s pushed his hoodie sleeves up a bit.

“Willie!” He beams turning, some of it leaves finally, some uncertainty and nervousness now taking hold of the other hes a little out of breath from playing. “What you think? Did you like it?”

“You...you looked so hot.” He couldn’t help it, his dark skin reddening so much and he didn’t mean to say that exactly but it was all that was cycling through his brain. He’d never had this issue before.

“Urgh I know right?” Alex groans, not even phased. “Those lights are the worst and I’ve got to find something else besides my hoodie to wear.” Willie doesn’t have the heart to correct him, but gosh does Alex make it impossible not to love everything about him.

“You guys were absolutely incredible.” He praises, pulling Alex close now that the band was all distracted and holding him tight. “You were incredible.” He adds clarification and Alex's whole face lights up, and yeah. Willies never missing a show again.

#Willex #willie jatp #willie nolastname #Alex Mercer #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #Jatp fic #jatp

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bunnie-the-lighthouse · 3 years

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𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝑒 𝒪𝓃 𝑀𝓎 𝒜𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒

Pairing: ATEEZ Choi San & Reader

Warnings: A Few Curse Words (I think it was one)

Inspiration: ATEEZ’s Cover of Black Cat (For Some Reason It Reminded Me Of ‘Ah, It’s a Wonderful Cat Life’ [VOCALOID])

Type: Fluff

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“(Y/N)! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Min-Gi yelled as I followed behind, “What’s so special about the act?” I whined as I attempted to catch up while wearing my high heels. “It’s gonna be amazing, trust me!” he laughed as Yun-Ho looked at me with concern painted on his face.

“You sure you can spend the whole night in those killing devices?” he asked, pointing at my stilettos as I pondered for a moment. “Realistically, no, but for the sake of looking luxurious and formal, yes,” I sighed as he looked at me with pain.

At the end, we reached the theater, Min-Gi excited as shit while Yun-Ho and I knew he would fall asleep before the performance even starts. As I was waiting for the two to buy the tickets and snacks, a stray black cat walked elegantly towards me.

It purred while rubbing itself against my leg, its tail twirling and wrapping around my ankle as I smiled. “Hi there,” I greeted as it mewed back, “(Y/N)!” Yun-Ho called as I looked up at him waving his hand. “Sorry kitty, I have to go,” I whispered as it mewed.

As I was about to walk away, the cat followed me, laying in front of my way to Yun-Ho. Its tail flopped on the ground while showing me its tummy. “Awe,. I wish I could have time to play with you kitty, but I have to go join my friends,” I explained as it only mewed back.

Proceeding to walk again, I felt my dress getting tugged as I glanced and saw the cat use it’s claws to hang onto me. I quickly stopped as it retracted it’s paw and looked at me with a monotone yet cheeky face. “Kitty,.” I sighed as Yun-Ho and Min-Gi walked over to me, “Is this cat holding you back?” Yun-Ho asked as I nodded.

“Mister or Miss Cat, can you please leave our friend alone for the night? We have a performance to catch, let’s go (Y/N),” Min-Gi quickly said while grabbing onto my wrist and dragging me away, excited to watch the act.

“Sorry kitty!” I called out as I glanced and for a moment.. I saw a male with black cat ears popping out from his head. I then shook my head and saw the ball of fur, sitting on the spot where I originally saw the male, swishing it’s tail.

“I knew that he would fall asleep,” I sighed exasperatedly as Yun-Ho rubbed his temple, “He said he was excited for the performance.. This is the performance? I thought it was going to be ballet or some other form of aesthetic art.. Not.. People acting like cats and.. Actually.. Urgh,. This is exhausting..”

In truth, Min-Gi fell asleep and now Yun-Ho and I were stuck looking at some actors acting like cats.. So much for ‘Dance of the Cat Walk’.. How was this show even able to almost be sold out?

After getting back home, I sat on my couch, tired of walking in high heels and sleepy from the boring performance. Yun-Ho carried Min-Gi back home because he refused to wake up and the cat was no longer out there when the performance ended.

As I walked to my bedroom, I glare and see something shuffling underneath my blanket. I grab onto a hanger and apprehensively get closer, lifting the blanket up and seeing.. The stray black cat. “How did you get in here?” I shrieked as it mewed and jumped off my bed.

It then walked into my bathroom as I chased after it, “Kitty!” I yelped as I then bumped into a hard chest. I groaned in discomfort as I felt something embracing me. I then looked up as I saw the male with the black cat ears, “K-Kitty?” I whispered out as he chuckled.

“Surprised? Mademoiselle,” he asked as I studied his features.. A sharp jawline, small face, and a thin yet very built body..

“You are always welcomed into my embrace, Mademoiselle,. Would you like to stay like this all the night?” he teased as I shook my head and pushed him away.

“W-What? Who?” I stuttered on my words as he laughed at me, “Cat got your tongue?” he joked while slithering out of the bathroom. “Hey!” I called after as I followed him to the living room, “What do you want? What are you doing in my house?!” I demanded an answer as he smiled.

“You wouldn’t kick me out, would you?” he asked while tilting his head as I stared at him, waiting for my answer. He then did a small stifle laugh while sitting on the couch, “Choi San, Mademoiselle, as you can see, I am a cat hybrid and I came here to ask you a question,” he began.

“Would you take my hand and travel the world with me?” he asked as my jaw dropped, “Let me get this straight.. You want me, a complete stranger, to join you on your adventures?” I questioned as he smiled, his dimples showing.

My heart started beating faster when he stood up and strode towards me, “Yes,” he smiled as I shook my head, “San.. I can’t do this.. I don’t know you, nor do you, plus the outside world is dangerous for the two of us if we even go out and travel,” I said as he pouted.

“I’ve been a stray for ages! I know how to handle the outside world!” He whined as I sighed, “San,. I’ve lived my life in the city and I haven’t really travelled much,. And since we are strangers, I don’t really trust you,.” I replied as he frowned.

“But we are fated..” he whispered out as my eyes widen. “How about this? Come every day to my apartment at 5 PM. We can start connecting better that way,” I said as his frown turns into a smile, “Should we start?” he asks as I smiled.. Nodding.

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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You Set My Heart Ablaze (24/25)

Warnings: Jaskier has a small panic attack in this chapter, but Geralt helps him through it. The whole thing is barely a paragraph.

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Saturday.

Finally!

The first day of the summer holidays! Jaskier had barely been able to resist throwing his arms around Geralt the day before when the fireman had come to collect Ciri after school but they’d both agreed that they should at least try to wait until the weekend. So he’d forcibly stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled on his feet. He couldn’t help the dazzling smile he flashed at Geralt but at least he managed to keep his hands to himself.

But that was now a thing of the past.

He sat up in bed with more energy than he’d had in the mornings in years. He pushed his glasses up his nose and ran a hand through his hair as he searched for his phone within the pile of sheets. He found the bastard under one of his pillows and immediately rang Geralt without looking at the time.

It rang a few times before Geralt picked up.

“The fuck?” Geralt grumbled into the phone.

Jaskier frowned and pulled the phone away from his ear so he could look at the time. “Oh shit!” He cackled and then put the phone on speaker. “Sorry, darling. I’m still on school time.”

“Jaskier, you’re never on school time, even during term time,” Geralt muttered.

“Oh shush. I just wanted to say that I love you!” He trilled happily.

Geralt grunted.

“Oh ho ho! Aren’t you a grumpy arse this morning?” Jaskier giggled and rolled onto his back, planting his legs up against the wall.

“Fuck off.”

“No! Because it is the school holidays and I, Jaskier Pankratz, love you, Geralt Rivia.” He sighed wistfully.

“Hmm.”

“Geralt!” He whined.

He knew the fireman was tired but he could at least say it back once. The fucker.

“Love you too, now can I get back to sleep?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Yes, dear heart, but call me when you’re awake, alright?”

“Fine.”

The line went dead.

The bastard.

He considered going back to sleep himself but he had too much energy. He jumped out of bed, tripping over his shoes that were on the floor right by his bed, and went flailing across the room.

“Oh cock!” He cursed as he landed, rather painfully, against the door. He would probably have a lovely bruise on the hip that crashed against the wall, but it was better than landing on his wrists and breaking them.

He sort of needed those to play his instruments.

He supposed he could always just sing.

Nah. That was shit.

Plus Priscilla would kill him if he couldn’t finish up the new album. He still had at least one lute track to put down, and even though she could play the lute, he was more skilled and she preferred to focus on the singing. She’d complained enough about his insistence on using the lute over the guitar on this album but he’d refused to back down. He had a vision!

So fuck the guitar.

He sighed and straightened his glasses, frowning as he noticed the smudges on the lenses. How the fuck were they already dirty? He’d only cleaned them last night before bed.

Fuck it.

Pancakes!

Ooh he could make the chocolate chip kind and send photos to Geralt. They had an unspoken rule that one did not make chocolate chip pancakes without photographic evidence unless they were both there to enjoy it. He frowned as he reached the edge of his living/kitchen area, and stuck his tongue between his lips. Maybe he should wait until he could make pancakes with Geralt and Ciri? He didn’t want to make them too often. They wouldn’t be special if he made them too often.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well. I’m hungry.” He muttered. He gazed longingly at the flour and sugar on the top shelf of his cupboards and then grabbed a box of chocolate cereal instead.

Yes he still ate chocolate cereal. The boring old flakey stuff was shit and he actually had taste buds. He preferred his food to not taste like cardboard.

Gods, how was he an adult?

He sighed and scrolled through the social media on his phone. Triss had put up a few pictures from the pub the night before. He’d reluctantly declined the invitation as the wolves were going along, even though Geralt had stayed behind to look after Ciri. There were quite a few of Triss and Eskel pulling funny faces at the camera, and one adorable photo of Triss kissing his cheek. Eskel looked incredibly happy. They were cute together. Jaskier hit the heart button and typed out a string of heart-eyes emojis in the comments.

Even Yennefer had put up a rare personal post. She normally kept her social media for her art stuff but there was a stunning photograph of her outside the pub. She was wearing a long white chiffon dress matched with a leather jacket and heavy leather boots, not exactly summery but it was Yennefer. She was gazing off to the side, her face lit by dull glow of the street lamps, one fiery violet eye almost glowing in the darkness.

Jaskier pouted. How was she so fucking photogenic all the time? Seriously how was Geralt now dating him after that?

“Urgh,” he groaned and hit the heart button.

JaskierTheBard: Stop making us all look bad, Yennefer! Stunning photograph darling x

He reread the reply twice and hit send. It was kinder than he usual response to Yennefer but honestly he had to admit she was a little bit sexy in that one, which just wasn’t fair.

Renfri had posted a group photo of the whole gang and he whined. It looked like a fun night. Stupid Philippa and her rules. It wasn’t fair that he had to miss out, but thankfully those days were officially over!

He lost track of time as he scrolled on his phone. He swore as he suddenly remembered his cereal. He groaned as he peered into his bowl. The milk was chocolatey and the cereal had all but disintegrated. He fucking hated soggy cereal.

“Cock,” he muttered and threw the whole lot in the bin.

He was about to put some toast on when his door bell rang. He yelped and jumped at the sound. He looked down at himself. He was still just wearing his boxers. Fuck. He ran to his bedroom and grabbed his dressing gown. It was too hot really to wear it in the summer but he wouldn’t have time to get dressed.

As it turned out, he needn’t have bothered. Geralt was at the door holding a bunch of roses with a sheepish smile on his face.

Jaskier grinned. “Geralt!” He flung his arms around his boyfriends neck and then swore as he realised he was probably crushing the flowers. “Umm, let me just go get some water. Wait. These are for me? They are beautiful. Geralt!” He whined and covered his face in his hands.

Geralt, the fucker, just laughed at him. “They’re for you. I thought… well, Ciri said I couldn’t go on a date without flowers. She was really stubborn about it.”

Jaskier snorted and carefully took the flowers from Geralt. They weren’t too badly crushed, thank Melitele for that. “I wonder where she gets that from,” he teased.

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Calanthe, her grandmother. Even Pavetta had a stubborn streak. Trust me, this one has nothing to do with me.”

Jaskier’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit! I’m sorry. I forgot. I didn’t mean… hmmph!”

Geralt had kissed him.

Not that he was complaining. He smiled into the kissed and then pulled back to gaze into Geralt’s beautiful amber eyes.

“You don’t get to do that every time you want me to shut up, dearest,” he chided gently.

Geralt smirked and just kissed him again.

Ok so perhaps he could.

Gods he was so smitten.

“I love you,” he breathed against Geralt’s lips when they finally pulled apart.

Geralt brushed his nose against Jaskier’s. “I love you too, even if you do have morning breath.”

Jaskier gasped and shoved against Geralt’s chest. “Rude!” He pouted.

“You love me,” Geralt reminded him. “How are you not dressed yet? You’ve been awake for hours.”

Jaskier shrugged. “Internet.”

“Come on, get dressed. I want to take you out.” Geralt instructed with a tilt of his head.

Jaskier laughed. “Take me out how? Kill me or date me? Honestly I’m down for both.”

“Jaskier!” Geralt growled and rolled his eyes.

“Kill me, right. Got it,” he winked at his boyfriend. “Now are you absolutely sure you want me to get dressed? Because I have the perfect outfit to wear but once I’m in those jeans I am not taking them off again,” he stroked Geralt’s cheek with one finger and then bopped him on the nose.

“Hmm. Brush your teeth and I’ll get water for the flowers.” Geralt took the roses back off him. “Do you have a vase?”

Jaskier scoffed. “Of course I have a vase. I’m gay!”

“That’s not an excuse for everything, Jaskier, and I’m pretty sure you’re bi,” Geralt rolled his eyes.

Jaskier laughed. “That’s just homophobic.”

“That’s not—” Geralt cut himself off and pinched his nose. “Bathroom. Now. I’ll find the vase.”

Jaskier giggled happily and went to brush his teeth.

Oh sweetest Melitele! He loved the summer holidays!

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After a few false starts they finally made it out of Jaskier’s flat. He was slightly regretting his choice in black skinny jeans but really they made his legs and arse look great. It was was his first proper date with Geralt and he wanted to look good. They both managed a quick shower and Jaskier braided Geralt’s hair to elevate his usual half up do. Geralt even let Jaskier slip a couple of buttercup clips into the braids.

Geralt was wearing the outfit he’d turned up it which Jaskier hadn’t managed to appreciate before but he could now as he gazed happily at his partner across the table. Geralt had also gone for black skinny jeans, thank you Freya, and a slick black short-sleeved shirt. Honestly Jaskier didn’t know how the man wasn’t boiling in the heat of the summer in all that black but he wasn’t going to complain. It was the first time he’d seen Geralt in a shirt and he was loving it.

In comparison Jaskier had decided on a bright turquoise shirt. He’d left the bottom few buttons undone and tied the ends in a knot to turn the shirt into a crop top. The intensity of Geralt’s gaze on him when he’d finally been allowed to see the whole look had almost cause yet another delay to their date but Jaskier had just winked and pulled his slightly dazed partner out of the flat, switching his glasses for his prescription sunglasses.

He had been far too hungry to delay any further and he wanted to go on a cute date with his boyfriend!

Geralt suggested an adorable little sandwich parlour. It didn’t look like much from the outside but inside it was cosy and quiet, a perfect lunchtime date spot.

Or it would have if they hadn’t been interrupt by Lambert and Renfri… again.

Seriously, every time they ended up in a coffee shop those two were there. They both had wet hair and flushed red faces. Jaskier assumed the pair of them had been at the gym. Geralt had mentioned they liked to spar together on the wolf pack’s days off, that and the work out clothes sort of gave them away.

“Well, well, well,” Lambert laughed as they approached and crossed his arms. “So much for Triss and Eskel’s theory of you moving on, Dandelion.”

Jaskier gaped at the redhead. “Wait what? Have you been talking about us?!” He pointed a finger at the pair of them.

Renfri rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think they have anything better to do? I’ve had to keep my mouth shut for months whilst these idiots try and think of a plan to set you two up. Triss was heartbroken when you told her you’d moved on. She was really rooting for you guys.”

“Wait, you knew?” Lambert growled at Renfri, she just shoved him in the face.

“Of course I knew. It was fucking obviously. You just had to look at Geralt’s face whenever Jaskier was mentioned. He lit up like a petrol can.”

“Renfri,” Geralt sighed. “I wasn’t that bad.”

Renfri snorted and Jaskier cackled. Oh ho! He was going to have so much fun with this. He held Geralt’s hand over the top of the table and smiled at his lover. “Oh darling, I didn’t know you cared so much,” he simpered with a flutter of his eyelashes.

“I’m pretty sure I showed you how much I care this morning, more than once.”

Jaskier blushed and pulled his hand away. “Touché, dear heart, touché,” he licked his lips as he remembered the morning’s activities. “Please, feel free to remind me any time.”

“Nope!” Lambert yelled and covered his ears. “No. You are not going to be that couple. Urgh.”

“Months I’ve had to put up with this!” Renfri complained. “Come on, wolf. Let’s leave the love birds in peace. They’ll put me off my lunch otherwise.”

“So gross,” Lambert agreed.

Jaskier laughed as the pair of them scarpered from the shop, and he rested his head on his chin as he ate his chips. They were like the kind you get in fish and chip shops and covered in blessed salty goodness. Geralt, the monster that he was, covered his with vinegar so Jaskier wouldn’t steal his chips as well.

“So what’s their deal?” Jaskier asked though mouthfuls of delicious fried potato.

Geralt tilted his head, he also now had a mouthful of cheesesteak sandwich.

“They said they weren’t dating?” Jaskier tried to explain.

Geralt huffed and Jaskier waited for him to finish eating. “Renfri doesn’t date. She has no interest in it.”

Jaskier nodded. “Asexual?”

Geralt shook his head. “Don’t think so. Just the dating thing,” he scowled as he tried to formulate his thoughts. “I think she called it aromantic, but even then her and Lambert are practically siblings. They’d probably both stab you for suggesting anything else.”

“Right. Noted. Rather not be stabbed. I made it all the way through the school year. It would be a fucking shame if I got stabbed now,” he flicked his fringe from his eyes. “Especially when you look so bloody sexy in that shirt.”

Geralt scoffed. “Says the man wearing a crop top.”

Jaskier grinned and leant forward so his lips were almost touching Geralt’s. “It would look better on your bedroom floor, darling.”

Geralt’s eyes went dark and Jaskier kissed the tip of his nose. “But not yet. I’m starving and these chips are brilliant! I cannot believe you would ruin them with vinegar.”

Geralt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re a fucking tease, Jaskier.”

Jaskier just laughed and brushed his foot up against Geralt’s leg under the table. “You love it,” he agreed with a wink.

“Hmm.”

“You doooo,” Jaskier insisted. “And you love me!”

“I admit nothing.”

“I’ll make it up to you later?” He flashed his most flirtatious grin at Geralt, rubbing his foot further up Geralt’s leg.

“Jask,” Geralt half moaned and Jaskier laughed at the pretty blush on Geralt’s cheek.

“Yes, dearest Geralt?” He sang, feigning innocence.

“I hate you.” His boyfriend groaned and hid his face behind his hands.

“I know, love. I know.”

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Jaskier was busy pulling on one of Geralt’s hoodies that he’d pinched earlier on in their relationship, when Geralt sighed loudly. Jaskier bounced back over to the bed and straddled his boyfriend’s hips.

“What’s up, dear heart?” He said with a tilt of his head.

Geralt’s long hair was now loose. Jaskier had taken great delight in undoing his own work and letting the silver strands fall loosely by Geralt’s face. His hair was naturally wavy after a shower anyway but it had been accentuated where the braids had been, and by the gods, Geralt had looked so beautiful. He still did. Only now he had his grumpy face back on. Jaskier gently stroked his thumb along Geralt’s cheek, brushing a loose strand away from his eyes.

“We need to tell Ciri,” Geralt groaned.

“Already? I thought we were going to tell her we’re friends first.”

“Won’t work.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow and huffed. “And why not?”

“She’s too clever, and I love you,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier felt his smile soften at Geralt’s words and he shifted so he could lie back down on Geralt’s chest, nuzzling into the crook of Geralt’s neck. “And I love you, my dearest of hearts.”

“Hmm.” He felt Geralt kiss the top of his hair and he sighed happily.

“So we tell her when?”

“Come home with me?” Geralt suggested. “She knows I was on a date.”

“It has been a long date,” Jaskier hummed thoughtfully, and it really had. Geralt had arrived mid-morning at it was now late afternoon bordering on early evening. “Won’t she be worried about you?”

Geralt chuckled and Jaskier felt his heart race faster in his chest. Geralt’s laugh was so warm, rough and woefully underused. It always made Jaskier’s day when he could make Geralt laugh so freely. “Yennefer took her to the zoo. She thought we might need the extra time.”

Jaskier giggled. “I cannot imagine Yennefer Vengerberg at the zoo!” He laughed harder as he pressed his face against Geralt’s bare shoulder.

“Why?”

“Oh I don’t know,” he grinned, placing a kiss on Geralt’s shoulder. “She seems too classy for the zoo.”

Geralt threaded his fingers through Jaskier’s hair and he hummed in contentment. He’d always enjoyed it when his partners played with his hair. The gentle tug at his scalp just turned him to goo. If he was a cat he was sure he’d be purring. As it was he couldn’t stop the happy hum in his chest.

“No one is too classy for the zoo,” Geralt said with such sincerity that Jaskier let out a peal of laughter and rolled onto the mattress next to Geralt. He felt Geralt roll onto his side and their eyes met. Geralt was smirking at him with mirth in his eyes.

Jaskier was overwhelmed with the love that was in his heart. In reality his time with Geralt really hadn’t been that long at all but it had just been blissful. Their forbidden romance seemed to have extended their honeymoon period and he still felt as gooey over his boyfriend as he had the first time he’d seen Geralt enter his classroom ten months prior.

“Quite right, dear. I love the zoo,” he sighed longingly. It had been ages since he had been.

“Next time we’ll go.” Geralt suggested. “I like the animals.”

“Deal. Ooh does this mean I finally get to meet Roach?!” He cried in excitement, a smile lighting up his face.

Geralt nodded. “She doesn’t like new people though. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Jaskier reached over to kiss Geralt and then rest his forehead against Geralt’s. “Of course not, darling.”

“Good…” Geralt paused. “Darling.”

Jaskier’s heart clenched in his chest and he buried his face in one of the pillows of the bed, making sadly incoherent noises that he wasn’t proud of. “Geralt!!” He whined pitifully. “You can’t just say things like that!”

Geralt scoffed. “You do all the time.”

Jaskier glared at him with a pout. He could feel the heat of the blush on his cheek. “Yeah, well…”

“Don’t worry.” Geralt smirked, kissing Jaskier’s temple. “I don’t think pet names are my thing.”

Jaskier pouted. “Hmmph.”

Reluctantly he rolled off the bed and pulled Geralt to his feet. With one last kiss he let Geralt get dressed. His boyfriend really did need to get back to Ciri and apparently Jaskier was going to be re-introduced to the young girl as her father’s new boyfriend; only a day after the term had finished.

Jaskier wasn’t nervous. Why would he be? Ciri loved him… as her teacher. Oh gods, he was going to fuck this up so badly. His heart was racing, and not in the good I’m in love way. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

He gasped a breath and leant against the wall. Geralt’s arms wrapped around his waist in an instance. “Breathe, Jaskier.”

Jaskier breathed, trying to match his breath with Geralt’s. “Sorry,” he mumbled when the worst of it was over.

“What happened?”

“What if she doesn’t like me?” He asked, his voice sounding pathetic even to his ears.

“She adores you, Jaskier.” Geralt nuzzled his neck gently. “She was disappointed when I said it wasn’t you.”

Jaskier groaned. “She’ll hate that you lied to her.”

“She’ll come round.” Geralt insisted.

“How are you so calm?” He snapped.

Geralt sighed. “Because she’s my daughter and she loves me, and she adores you.”

Jaskier nodded. “Ok. Ok. Yes. Let’s do this, before I run away and decide to live in a cave with just my lute for company.”

Geralt scoffed. “Always so dramatic.”

Jaskier managed a smile at that, even after his little wobble of anxiety. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

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They were standing, hand in hand, outside Geralt’s house. Geralt and Ciri’s house. Jaskier hadn’t been here since the beginning of May when Ciri had been away with Yennefer. Ciri wasn’t away this time and they were about to reveal everything to her. He curled his toes in his shoes and hummed nervously under his breath. Geralt’s house suddenly seemed a lot larger than it had before.

Geralt squeezed his hand. “It’ll be fine, Jask.”

He nodded and took a deep breath. “I know. I know. I trust you.”

“Come on then. You’ll stay for dinner?”

Jaskier nodded again. “But I should probably go home after dinner. I imagine we’ll both need our own space by then.”

Geralt chuckled quietly. “Yeah. Ready?”

“Yes?” Jaskier’s voice squeaked a little, much to his embarrassment.

“Good.” Geralt moved to unlock the front door but it opened before he could get the key in the lock.

Yennefer stood on the other side with her hands on her hips. She was smirking at them both, looking far too evilly delighted for Jaskier’s liking.

“MR JASKIER!!” Ciri shrieked and there was a blur of blonde hair before Jaskier was knocked flying by the young girl.

He laughed nervously and hugged her back. “Hello, Ciri.”

“I knew it was you!!” She screamed happily. “Dad said it wasn’t but I knew it was you!”

“You don’t mind?” Jaskier asked, tentatively patting his former student on the back as she clung onto him.

Ciri pulled back and looked up at him. Her nose was scrunched up and she pouted. “Why would I mind?”

“Well, because I was your teacher and now I’m dating your father?” Jaskier stammered. He glanced at Geralt who just raised a knowing eyebrow at him. The bastard had known this would happen.

Ciri rolled her eyes and scoffed. “So? Everyone will be jealous. You’re the best teacher at school!” She announced as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. “Maybe you shouldn’t boast too much about it Ciri. It’s not kind.”

Ciri just stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out right back at her and she giggled.

“Jaskier’s right, princess. It would be best if you don’t tell everyone just yet,” Geralt said as he scooped her up into a hug.

“But it’s Mistle’s birthday party next week!” She pouted.

“Ciri,” Yennefer sighed, brushing the young girl’s hair out of her eyes. “Can we trust you to keep this a secret for now?”

Ciri scrunched her nose but nodded. “Ok, but only if we can go back to see the lions at the zoo! They were my favourite.”

Jaskier met Geralt’s eyes and smiled. “Well, buttercup, funny you should say that….”

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