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kiss-saint · 1 year

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Their love tropes !!

HSR! Men x Reader (Seperate)

✎ ੈ✩‧₊˚ SYNOPSIS !! - What are tropes I think they would fall in love with?

╰┈➤ THEMES/PAIRINGS !! - Danheng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader

*ೃ༄ TW/CW !! - blades kinda ooc, i got lazy on blades part, mentions of misogyny (as a joke), poorly proof read, SPOILERS for the Xianzhou Luofu story quest, i changed some parts/sequences of the events that happened, i apologize for any grammar/vocabulary errors english isnt my first language

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DanHeng - Accidental Lovers/Sun & Moon

Okay so I can’t imagine DanHeng wanting a relationship but if he was to get in a relationship it would be accidentally

When you first joined the Astral Express crew he didn’t exactly welcome you but he still made sure you still felt like you were apart of the Family

He probably doesn’t even realize the way his cheeks turn into a light shade of red when you barge into his room to bother him (Not like he doesn’t mind your company anyway)

He loves seeing you ask questions about his room and what he does. He especially loves it when you perk your head to the side in confusion after he gives you a full detailed explanation. He finds it adorable

He often finds himself sharing food and sometimes personal secrets to you unintentionally. Can you blame him? He just trusts you because you’re his sun. He shares all kinds of memories with you. Painful, happy, nostalgic, and heartwarming ones and he loves the way you listen attentively to him

He asks you for hugs, not because he needs them but because he thinks you need them :(

He loves the way you just keep talking on and on and on while he listens attentively. He acts as if your blabbering is irrelevant but he actually listens and engrains your blabbering in his head.

“ You told me you liked Alfredo before.. So I made you some with the help of Himeko and Welt. I hope you enjoy it.”

Sometimes when you guys are alone he likes to entwine both of your hands and you don’t even recognize it because it just feels so right.

It only really hits him that he fell hard for you when he wakes up from a nightmare of his former friend, Blade. He’s sweating and panting and all he wants to do and can think of at the moment is just you. Just holding you to get his negative thoughts out.

“Danheng’s calling!” You jump in surprise as your phone buzzes in your hand with the contact name, ‘Orange soda’ with his contact picture with him sleeping soundly.

“Orange Soda, huh?” March teases you, elbowing your shoulder as she knew what you meant by naming him, ‘Orange soda’.

“It’s not like that..! We’re just kind of close, y’know? I name everyone I like foods that they remind me of!” She tries reaching for your phone to accept the call but you reach your arms out in the air to stop her from doing so. Your face was full of embarrassment as she had probably caught on about your crush on the man.

“Reallyyyy? Then what’s my contact name?” A teasing smirk plants itself onto her cheeky face. She watches your face flush red from embarrassment of the situation.

“Cotton Candy.” You clear your throat to regain your composure. The teasing atmosphere died down as your phone had stopped buzzing. She sees a frown accompanying your lips as you had missed the call. That frown tells her everything she needed to know about your situation with Danheng and she was living for it.

Your phone rings again and both you and March look at each other in sync, mouths both dropped at the sight of Danheng calling repeatedly in a row. He usually left a message. You signal for March to shoo out of the room and she complies, immediately rushing out of the fancy Xianzhou Luofu hotel room to give you and Danheng privacy.

You press the giant green call button as a nervous sigh manages to escape your lips before the call registers. The moment you hit the green accept button, both of your cameras are turned on, showing each other. He lets out a faint smile at the sight of you with a light shade of pink painting his cheeks.

“Hey.” He calls out to you. Desperately waiting to hear your voice again.

“Uhm, Hi? Do you need anything? Is it urgent?” You begin to ask questions with a slight panicked tone in your voice. Danheng calling twice in a row was a rare sight and at best a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness.

“No.” You can hear his audible sigh and see the way he sits down onto his mat as he was previously just standing.

He sees you raise an obvious curious brow as to why he called you. He gulped the ball of saliva forming inside of his mouth nervously.

“I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

(A/N - For those who are confused, the contact name “Orange soda” refers to the orange soda brand named “Crush” LOL)

Blade - Enemies to lovers

I’m sorry but I cannot imagine anything but this fitting blade

You’re both stellaron hunters and you would think that co-workers need to get along well to make a great team right? Wrong. (At least for the both of you.)

You guys are exactly like your corresponding elements. He’s wind and you’re fire. Wind makes fire spread and what does fire cause? Disaster.

That’s exactly what you both are together. A disaster.

So when Elio assigned you, Kafka, and Blade on the mission to the Xianzhou Luofu you were utterly awestruck. Kafka and Blade were well able to handle the mission together. You were just there for unnecessary reasons.

“ Quit your whining.” He taunts you and when he sees your obvious offended expression he can’t help but let an amused chuckle out.

When you both are intentionally captured and are placed in different cells (which Elio didn’t warn you about but only told Blade) he only laughs at your insults that you throw at him. Only then is your anger quelled when he tells you that Elio foresaw that you guys would be placed in different cells.

With that he breaks free from his cell and when he looks at you in your cell, he makes you beg to get out of the cell.

“Beg.” (Pls, this man loves to taunt and mock u sm it's actually insane.)

“Over my dead body.”

He only hums in amusement, telling you that your dead body would be in that cell and not long after he finally gets you to comply. A light hue of pink accompanies your cheeks while he only carries you on his shoulder with his blade in his other free hand on your way out escaping the Xianzhou Luofu jail capsules.

“Beg.” He demands with his crimson eyes piercing down at your (e/c) eyes. There’s not a single joke within his demand. Only pure mockery and tauntingness with his demand.

“Over my dead body.” You grit your teeth in humiliation that he would even want to hear you beg to escape. You notice how he doesn’t have cuffs around his hands while he was in the cell but you have cuffs on.

“That’s just pure misogyny!” He rolls his eyes at your attempted defamation towards the Xianzhou Luofu before cutting the silver bars open and also cutting the cuffs off of you.

Once the cold hard metal is off of your wrists he notices how they caused faint small brown bruises around your wrists. His eyes furrow in slight concern for your wrists as he sweeps you off your feet with your body being carried on his shoulder with his broken blade occupying his other free hand.

“ Me and the General go way back. Hold on tight.” He holds onto your waist tightly as you try and pry away from his grip. Kicking and punching his back in a futile attempt to break free from his grasp as he runs on full charge towards the door to knock the guards out.

Cloud knights begin to chase after you both and somehow he still manages to outrun them all like you guys are in a heist chase like in those cheesy movies where the villain and the villains girlfriend rob a bank and flee while destroying the good forces.

Eventually when you both reach a safe spot where the knights won’t catch up to the both of you, he sets you down onto your feet.

“ You owe me.” He coldly says, dusting his shoulder off.

“ One! I never asked for you to treat me like a damsel in distress. Two-!” Before you can even speak he shushes you with his palm to stop you from complaining even more than you already were. You can feel his hot breath against your ear and his body rubbing against you from behind.

He manages to stop your mumbles with his next words, your eyes dropping open.

“ Go on a date with me and throw your unreasonable reasons of hating me away.”

Jing Yuan - Assistant and Boss

Having this dude as your boss is a whole full time job of babysitting a grown man LMFAO

He likes lazing and dozing off and around while you’re helping him with documents and he can’t help but look at you with admiration when you decide to whack him in the head to wake up cause usually no one would have the balls to…

He finds you fun to have around. He’s extremely lonely with no friends but Yanqing so just having you around makes him all giddy like a little kid winning a plush at an arcade claw machine.

He’s lazy so don’t expect him to do his writing… He wants you to do it for him

In his (rare) free time he requests his knights to go and fetch you because even if it means you’ll both sit in deafening silence together, he’ll enjoy it

If you do decide to spend time with him he’ll have fresh tea brewed with you and ask how your day went and if you need any help with work (let's be honest, he's the one that needs help with paperwork smh)

If you don’t turn up he’ll end up bothering Yanqing with weird questions like, “ Where’s (name)?”, “ What’s she doing?”, “ Has she eaten?”

He’ll listen to you shit talk about the things that have wronged you today and even let a few laughs escape his lips cause he’s never seen that side of you

You find yourself often poking, picking, and braiding his hair. It’s not like he minds. In fact, he enjoys someone appreciating his hair that he takes good care of.

Just like Danheng, he asks for hugs. For you and for him but it takes a while for him to fully get used and comfortable to fully be able to show his physical affection towards someone

“ So this idiot decides to try and rush through the crowds, pushing Tingyun out of the way so of course I pull him back to put him back in his place because no one pushes Tingyu-” Your eyes were just focused on the ceiling as you tried your best to remember what had happened earlier today that caused conflict at town square. You feel a pair of eyes staring at you so you turn to face him while still talking about what happened only to spot him staring at you.

Lovingly.

This instantly distracts you from remembering the story, your gaze getting lost in his.

“ Stop looking at me like that.” His cheeky smile only grows wider as he rests his head on his palm that's being upheld by his elbow resting on his desk.

He had grown so intrigued by how your day went that he was paying more attentively to your story rather than focusing on his barely drunk tea cup that was still almost filled to the top. It must’ve gotten cold by now since it looked as though he hadn’t touched it the whole time you were ranting.

“ Like what?” He hums in curiosity, not noticing that he was looking at you in a loving way. Like the way an old married grandpa stares at his loving wife. Pure admiration, pure comfortability, and pure genuineness.

“ Yanqing told me how you never shut up about me.” You set your back straight before clearing your throat. A curious yet cocky eyebrow raises and dances on your face and he notices the look.

“ Seems I’ve been caught red handed.” Jing Yuan chuckles like he’s been found guilty for a court case as he pulls you in towards his arms as you both lay down on his mat. Both of your chests touch as he cradles you into his giant muscular figure.

You guys have slept together a few times, but nothing more happened than that. He brushed it off as if nothing happened between the both of you guys so you decided to do the same.

“ Indeed you have.” You wrap your on top of his shoulders with his hands at your waist, pulling you closer and closer till there’s no more distance that could separate the both of you.

#hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #danheng x reader #danheng x you #blade x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #hsr hcs #sinnerwrites

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cloverdaisies · 7 months

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☆*:.｡. PIECE OF STRING

☆*:.｡. a kim sunwoo imagine @:cloverdaisies

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description: dear sunwoo, autumn nights are always better when they’re spent with you. please don’t hide yourself, you know you’re safe with me.

member: sunwoo x you

a/n: this is a request for the lovely @from-izzy ! i loved writing this and wanted it to feel like a place of safety for you ! it’s only very short but as always my limited spare time is spent doing what i love - & that’s writing, especially for such sweet people like you <3

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There was a cute thing Kim Sunwoo did every time he got a bit shy, he’d pull the strings on his hoodie and make sure the entirety of his face had been engulfed in the fleece - just so the world couldn’t see him for a second.

You’d noticed those little things about him and wondered where he picked up that habit, he was your best friend after all so why not ask? Since every time you saw him he seemed to be drowning in the material of a hoodie no matter the season. It could be the hottest day of summer and yet still he protected himself with the comfort of a black hoodie at least 2-3 sizes above what he was.

The nights had drew in colder and darker, the trees had lost their leaves and the ground was littered in pale orange and brown leaves you kicked around with your boots as you walked up the street.

It was only 6pm and when night had taken over and it was the same time you’d go to meet sunwoo to escape the world for just a second.

“Hey.” You smiled as you heard that honey sweet voice fill your ears for the first time that day, as you saw Sunwoo wrapped in his grey hoodie, disheveled hair decorated with the prettiest grin you’d ever seen.

“Hi.” You replied as you both began to walk through the park, where sun was between setting over the horizon and the city was overlooked below, all the lights shining as ruby red and pearl white orbs in the distance.

“It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight.” You sighed as you found your classic spot between a few sparse trees laying out the blanket you both sat on every night, crossing your legs and talking about whatever you both thought put the world to right.

“That’s your fault for wearing a cardigan.” Sunwoo laughed, poking fun at your attire with that stupid smirk on his face that you just wish you could legally slap off his silly face.

“It literally was warm earlier.” You laughed and let out a relieved sigh, as your best friend’s presence just seemed to make everything bad just go away. “How are you anyway?”

“Me?” Sunwoo pointed to himself as if there was anyone else around that you could be talking to. “I’m better these days, still stressed but I guess you’re here now, so I can’t be happier.��

“That’s good, it makes me happy that you’re happy.” You smiled as he passed you an earphone, a sweet melody playing through the minuscule speakers.

The glowing moon overlooked you both through the trees, and the feelings of safety seemed to immediately wash over you - as without your acknowledgment his gaze scanned every detail of your face.

Moments like this were always the sweetest, half of the time there was no conversation, there was only a comfortable silence, where you both enjoyed the company of each other and the night. It was strange really, how the both of you just collided that way. The birds chirping in the distance, the feeling of warmth that radiated from the both of you, the safety from the nightmare of the world.

“Sunwoo?” You asked, listening to him hum in reply before you could let the curiosity get the better of you to ask. “Only reply if you feel comfortable to do so and sorry if this is a bit of an invasive question but why do you always wear hoodies? Even in the summer?”

He looked down at you for a moment, a bittersweet smile painting the features of his face, his eyes glossed like stars in a night sky, as he saw that you’d began to shiver in the cold night.

“Before I answer that, can I?” He asked opening his arms invitingly with a pinch of hesitation in his words. You smiled and nodded, leaning closer into his touch, his palm resting on your waist comfortably. Affection wasn’t peculiar between the both of you either, considering you were both single and no romance had been considered. “I wear the hoodies because I guess I don’t like the way I look without them, they make me feel like I have some sort of comfort barrier between me and the world you know?”

“What do you mean you don’t like the way you look without them? Sunwoo you’re gorgeous.” You pulled your head away from the warmth of his chest for a moment and looked at him with a puzzled look of horror.

“Uh I mean- Sorry, I’m not. I mean I would have the world in my hands if I was.” He sighed slightly, the air escaping his lips expressing some sort of disappointment with himself. His ears tinting red, as he struggled to conceal the smile that broke through his emotional defense barrier.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked residing back into the warm feeling of his chest as you felt his spine stiffen in panic.

“I guess everyone has their different version of the world, for some people their world is work, for others their world is their family and for people like me their world is the person they love.” He looked up at the sky thoughtfully, choosing his words with a careful tongue.

“I’m sure whoever it is, they’re lucky you think that.” You smiled, feeling a spear of pain impale through your lovely heart. Thoughts secretly ravaging your brain, did you love him? Are you jealous his attention lies elsewhere? Were you afraid of abandonment?

“Theoretically, imagine that person is you, what would you think? Is that too cringe, like I know I’m not the most loveab-” He began to spurt nonsense that made your brain spin in confusion or more disbelief.

“Sunwoo, if I was that person. I would think it was the most romantic, sweetest thing anyone had ever thought of me.” You pulled away from his touch, feeling slightly embarrassed you were so close to someone, who was about to break your heart.

“Okay, well it’s you.” He spoke nonchalantly, not really batting an eye to what he’d just said despite you feeling probably the most embarrassed and shy you’d ever felt.

Without anymore thoughts, you looked up to the brunette boy beside you and stared into his deep brown eyes with sincerity.

“You mean that?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in a smitten way, praying to anything above that he’d say yes.

“Of course I do.” He whispered lowly, brushing your hair behind your ear and tracing his finger across your jaw delicately.

He brought his lips closer to yours and sealed a kiss that made the night sky sway and the stars pirouette like ballerinas on a dark stage. Destiny had rewritten itself in the most blissful way, as like the world, everyone thought of destiny differently - for you both, it lied with each other.

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luciidsimmer · 10 months

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Star Sign CAS Challenge

Rules below!⇩

Here's my Star Sign CAS Challenge! If you like astrology & The Sims, then this challenge is for you. If you don't already know your birth chart, I linked some sources below to find yours. Once you have your birth chart, just follow the challenge rules below to make a sim based on that specific chart! You can also use other dates/times/locations to get different charts and make even more customized Sims! Enjoy✨

Birth Chart Calculators: Astro Charts Cafe Astrology Just Astrology Things

Star Sign CAS Challenge Rules

Sun - Aspiration

Aries - Chief of Mischief Taurus - Freelance Botanist Gemini - Friend of the World Cancer - Soulmate Leo - Party Animal Virgo - Successful Lineage Libra - Mansion Baron Scorpio - Serial Romantic Sagittarius - Neighborhood Confidante Capricorn - Fabulously Wealthy Aquarius - Renaissance Sim Pisces - Angling Ace

Moon - Eye Color

Aries - Dark Brown Taurus - Dark Green Gemini - Light Blue Cancer - Turquoise Leo - Hazel Virgo - Light Green Libra - White Scorpio - Black Sagittarius - Light Brown Capricorn - Grey Aquarius - Purple Pisces - Dark Blue

Rising/Ascendant - Color Palette

Aries - Warm Tones (Red/Orange/Yellow) Taurus - Earth Tones (Greens/Browns/Oranges/etc) Gemini - Saturation Cancer - Pastel Leo - Metallics Virgo - Light Libra - Neutrals (Browns/Beiges) Scorpio - Dark Sagittarius - Primary Colors (Red/Yellow/Blue) Capricorn - Black & White Aquarius - Secondary Colors (Orange/Green/Purple) Pisces - Cool Tones (Green/Blue/Purple)

Mercury - Skin Details

Aries - Moles Taurus - Freckles Gemini - Birthmark Cancer - Freckles Leo - None Virgo - Freckles Libra - Moles Scorpio - Moles Sagittarius - None Capricorn - None Aquarius - Birthmark Pisces - Birthmark

Venus - Hair Color

Aries - Red Taurus - Light Brown Gemini - Purple Cancer - White Leo - Dark Brown Virgo - Strawberry Blonde Libra - Blonde Scorpio - Black Sagittarius - Pink Capricorn - Grey Aquarius - Green Pisces - Blue

Mars - Hair Length

Aries - Short Taurus - Medium Gemini - Long Cancer - Medium Leo - Long Virgo - Medium Libra - Long Scorpio - Short Sagittarius - Medium Capricorn - Short Aquarius - Long Pisces - Short

Jupiter - Trait 1

Aries - Childish Taurus - Glutton Gemini - Noncommittal Cancer - Gloomy Leo - Loyal Virgo - Cheerful Libra - Materialistic Scorpio - Neat Sagittarius - Good Capricorn - Loves outdoors Aquarius - Goofball Pisces - Romantic

Saturn - Trait 2

Aries - Hot Headed Taurus - Foodie Gemini - Jealous Cancer - Lazy Leo - Self assured Virgo - Perfectionist Libra - Snob Scorpio - Loner Sagittarius - Outgoing Capricorn - Ambitious Aquarius - Clumsy Pisces - Creative

Uranus - Skin Undertone

Aries - Warm Taurus - Neutral Gemini - Cool Cancer - Warm Leo - Warm Virgo - Neutral Libra - Neutral Scorpio - Cool Sagittarius - Warm Capricorn - Cool Aquarius - Neutral Pisces - Cool

Neptune - Teeth

Aries - Uneven Taurus - Gap Gemini - Gap Cancer - Uneven Leo - Straight Virgo - Straight Libra - Straight Scorpio - Uneven Sagittarius - Gap Capricorn - Straight Aquarius - Uneven Pisces - Gap

Pluto - Tattoos and/or Piercings

Aries - Both Taurus - Tattoos Gemini - Tattoos Cancer - None Leo - Piercing Virgo - None Libra - None Scorpio - Both Sagittarius - Tattoos Capricorn - Piercing Aquarius - Both Pisces - Piercing

#simblr #sims #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 challenge #the sims cc #sims 4 cas #the sims #star sign challenge #star sign cas challenge #zodiac #astrology

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pillowspace · 7 months

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I need to bother you for y/n design advice. Since my clone au is the first one I've really had that's mine, I don't really know what to do to make them more like. Approachable as a y/n? And your designs are so cool and distinct from each other so

help? any advice? 🙃

Something that might help is literally just scrolling through photos of people. That can range from fashion to just completely normal stock photos. It can make you go "oh, I forgot that clothing item even existed. I could use a variation of that." You can also keep in mind not only what would look nice, but what your character would want to wear.

I can walk through how each of them were designed if it gives you an idea of what I do at all

ADAD Y/N - my default design will always be a sweater. I love drawing sweaters. They're fun. If I think I can give a sweater, I will. Also, due to their "companion" characters being Sun and Moon, the colours I work with are red, yellow, and blue. So I just decide where I want that red, yellow, and blue to go, and what colour I want more of than the other. You'll see they all follow that line of thinking except for CSD

HD Y/N - it's wintertime!! This means I get to play with a scarf and jacket. Also a good time for a bit of floof, which is always fun to use. The fluff on the boots were intended to be similar to the way the DCA has bells on their shoes, so sometimes you can look to what the DCA has for inspiration. I felt that they needed a colour contrast from Sun and Moon that still went along with them well, so the jacket was made cyan. A lot of colour usage is just me going "what will look fine next to Sun and Moon?" OH, and I didn't use earmuffs even though I wanted to, because HD Y/N relies on their hearing. They wouldn't want to wear anything that could muffle that

CSD Y/N - can't go the red yellow blue route, this is a medieval peasant, so I shall combine colours. Can't combine red and blue, that's purple, and purple is typically for royalty if I'm not mistaken. I could combine yellow and blue for a dull green however. I will also google image search medieval clothing for inspiration

Pre Loops Y/N - out of curiosity, I googled "daycare worker" for this. Why are they literally all wearing the same exact kind of jacket sweater thing in every image...? Whatever, I'll have Y/N wear that, sure. I also looked up colour palettes, picked the nicest one, and adjusted the colours to my liking. This character is tidy, so they will have plenty of details that show they care about their appearance (brushes hair, puts on hat, buttons the middle of their jacket, wears a belt, tucks in shirt, tied shoes, well-written name.) The inner shirt will remain a slightly darker orange so that it can still work with Mid Loops's darker colours

Mid Loops Y/N - darker colours to fit better with their new character. More disheveled to show a lack of concern for their appearance. (Messy hair, doesn't bother with hat, unshaven facial hair, unbuttoned jacket, no belt, untucked shirt, untied lace, hastily scribbled name.)

Post Loops Y/N - what would this character want? Maybe they like to grow out their hair to feel the change. Maybe they've forgotten why they even bothered shaving, and like the hairs now. Maybe they want a large and floofy jacket because it's comforting. And to show the tiredness of this character, there is predominantly dark blue with the only red being much darker than previously, making the colours more relaxing.

#ask

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jnnul · 9 months

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your love is my favorite color (enhypen)

a/n: so...this was kinda based off of my synesthesia...i don't rlly have any explanation for this or anything otherwise. hope u guys like it!

genre: pure fluff, just different types of love in different types of ways, idk man it's cute it's sweet it's a word vomit that's all i got for u tw: mentions of arguments, and once again, emotional constipation w sunghoon sorry

word count: 1.3k

YANG JUNGWON

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jungwon is orange

his love is quiet, but dynamic in a juxtaposition that only he can make work

he's the space between the moon and the sun when they recede in the sky because loving jungwon is loving in limbo

he's the vibrant ocher of dusk, when golden hour is making your skin glow and jungwon swears up and down he's never seen a prettier sight

he's the languid peachy rays of dawn, when he's sending you good morning texts before starting his busy day

he's the amber of his eyes when he's trying to memorize every single detail of your face when you fall asleep on call

he's the ginger of the cookies you bake him when you know he's been having a tough time

he's the cinnamon of your perfume when he seeks the comfort of your arms after spending so much time apart on tour

LEE HEESEUNG

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heeseung is yellow

his love is the simplest way that he understands the world, much like the simplest color of them all; through your heart and yellow

he's the color of the tuscan sun on a vacation that he's had to spend months planning in secret because that's the way he loves you

he's the butterscotch of the flowers that he sends you when he's on tour

his love is the marigold of the sweater that you wear to his concert, hidden in the crowd but heeseung can recognize you from a mile away

he is the lemon color of the childish bracelets the two of you make together in the safety of his dorm

he is the gold of the necklace you buy him for your anniversary that he keeps in his pocket no matter where he goes

his love is the honey that seems to drip from his eyes every time he looks at you because sometimes, he can't believe how lucky he is

PARK JONGSEONG

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jay is purple

loving him is a regal, almost noble act that is the same color as the once coveted hue of the kings and queens of the world

he is the sangria that stains your lips when the two of you go wine tasting as your first date

he is the periwinkle that dangles in front of your eyes when he shows you the earrings he had spent hours crafting for you

his love is the violet blanket that you sob into when he leaves you for the first time on tour and that's the only thing in your home that still smells like him weeks later

he is the mulberry of his favorite dress on you because he knows how hard you worked to feel good wearing it

he is the amethyst that you decorate his dorm room with to make him think of you when you're not with him

his love is the mauve of the paper he uses to write you love letters because he's a hopeless romantic and you're his muse

SIM JAEYOON

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jake is red

falling in love with him is a whirlwind passion hidden within two hearts, covered in the color of passion and romance

he is the cherry of the lipstick that's printed on his collar after a night of possessive love

his love is the blush that rises in his cheeks when you tell him you love him for the first time because he's never known what it's like to be loved in this way

he is the crimson of the neon lights around you in this downtown, while he's holding your hand tight - as if you would disappear if he let go

he is the rose of the flowers that he gives you on your one year anniversary, the adrenaline rush of youth finally starting to fade into something else

his love is the garnet of his sweater when you're tucked into his chest at home on a friday night, instead of clubbing because he realizes he's okay being anywhere as long as it's with you

jake is the scarlet of the dress you wear when you hold his hand and walk into the company building to declare that you were going to take the next step of your relationship

PARK SUNGHOON

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sunghoon is blue

loving him is like loving a tsunami of a man; harsh at times, but the rain always give way to the sunshine

he is the navy of his blazer that he's wearing the first time he meets you, not sparing a second glance when he bumps into you

sunghoon is the azure of the napkins on the table the second time he meets you - and this time, he can't take his eyes off of you

he is the denim of your skirt when he tells you that he can't be with you because...because he's not sure he deserves you

his love is the sapphire of the keychain you gave him on his bag that makes his heart thump against his chest when he remembers the look in your eyes when he left you

he is the cobalt of the wall that he kisses you senseless against as he tries to make up for lost time. to convince you that he's still worth your time.

he is the ocean blue of the waves you're running into, watching you with a smile and a heart so content, he's ready to give it all up for you

KIM SUNOO

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sunoo is green

his love is perhaps the easiest thing in the world; loving him is easy and comfortable. like breathing a breath of fresh air.

he is the pistachio of the couch that you insist looks good in the living room of the apartment you've just moved into with him (he begs to differ)

he is the basil of the sofa you actually decided on, pressing an excited kiss to sunoo's cheek when he agrees

he is the seafoam of the mugs that you had bought for the two of you; the same mugs that you swat away from jungwon when he accidentally tries to take it

his love is the emerald of the necklace that rises and falls with every breath you take in your sleep and he can't believe that he gets to wake up to this every day for the rest of his life

he is the lime of the box of tissues you've been continuously pulling out of after a particularly bad argument. he wordlessly replenishes the box.

sunoo is the mint of the ice cream smoothie the two of you share as you reminisce on how far you've come and just how far you'll go together

NISHIMURA RIKI

gif creds: @heeseunq

riki is pink

falling in love with him is stumbling into big emotions with naïve minds but not minding a thing because who would you rather learn with than him?

he is the lotus of the notebook that you slide across the table to him, asking him to help you study for a test

his love is the bubblegum blanket that he covers you with when you fall asleep in the middle of studying, confusing himself when he realizes just how much he wants to stay here with you

he is the rouge that stains his cheeks late at night when he searches up how he feels when he's around you (the results say he has a crush on you)

he is the watermelon of your chapstick when you kiss him for the first time, blinking hurriedly. eyes still closed, almost instinctively, his lips chase yours.

he is the hot pink of the sweater you buy for him, not having the heart to tell you it's horrendous when you're looking at him with those puppy eyes

his love is the peach shaped sticky note that he presses into your hand with a messy scrawl on just how proud of you he is when you ace your test

#jnnul #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen #jungwon headcanons #jungwon fluff #heeseung headcanons #heeseung fluff #jay park fluff #jay headcanons #jake headcanons #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon headcanons #sunoo headcanons #sunoo fluff #riki fluff #riki headcanons

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Starlight *ੈ✩‧₊˚

🦙: pairing: Hyunjin & f!reader

🦙: genre: fluff, smut. 18-, DNI

🦙: synopsis: Hyunjin showers the reader with compliments making reader love that side of him even more

🦙: warnings: pet names, riding, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, explicit language. if i missed any, lmk!

🦙: words: 3.2k

🦙: a/n: this was originally going to be a drabble but, uh, yeahhh. please listen to Starlight by lofi fruits music and chill fruits music whilst reading this well, the first part of it 🙊 i was listening to it whilst writing the first half and it’s so calm 🥰

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fic/blogs out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! 🖤

i hope you all enjoy & like it! 🥰🖤

🦙: master list

Zero hundred hours. It’s a calm Saturday night with the occasional conversation from tipsy people that could be heard from a mile off. The streets are illuminated by street lamps. The crisp autumn air breezing in the air. Stars illuminate the sky with the moon.

You and Hyunjin are wrapped up in each other's arms, the sheets covering your naked skin, legs tangled with one another. Your head rested on Hyunjin's chest as his arm was loosely wrapped around your side.

His hair fanned out on his pillow. His naked skin against yours as his chest raised up and down at a steady pace. You could hear his heartbeat against your ear. The window was open to let some fresh air in after you and Hyunjin spent the night making passionate love to one another. The moonlight peeked in through the drapes, illuminating the room you both shared.

You hummed in content, closing your eyes as Hyunjin lightly feathered his fingertips up and down your arms, goosebumps appearing in his wake. It was silent, but a comfortable silence. A silence where you didn't need to say anything in order to make it less awkward.

That’s the beauty with being with someone you hold dearly to your heart. Everything feels comfortable.

You and Hyunjin met by accident. You had free time and was bored being at home so you decided to take your camera and take some photos of nature. Photo Taking is one of your favourite past times - although you didn't quite like the editing part of it.

You took photos of whatever you thought looked pretty. Trees, bushes, flowers, bees, butterflies, anything you could find, you took a photo off.

You were taking a photo of a tree. The leaves were turning into a gorgeous orange-red colour due to the change in season and you thought it would look prettier with the blue sky. You snapped a photo and looked at it before looking around.

That’s when you saw Hyunjin, dressed in jeans, trainers, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan. You were taken away by his beauty. You have never seen anyone - especially of the opposite sex - look so beautiful. You got the confidence to approach him and asked if you could take photos of him. He was a bit sceptical at first but he agreed.

You spent the majority of the day together, taking photos of one another and of nature - with the occasional café break. The clock hit 21:00, which surprised you. Times flies when you’re having fun - the saying goes.

You both called it a night but not before you exchanged details with one another. Upon returning to your apartment, you got to work in editing your photos on your laptop. You came across Hyunjin's, flicking through them and contemplating on whether they needed editing. You decided against it and posted them on your Instagram page, tagging Hyunjin in them.

Day and night ☀️🌙

Thank you to this beautiful prince for being my model. I had a wonderful time with you. I hope to see you again soon, my love — hwanghyunjin 💖

And you did see him again, a lot in fact. You spent a lot of time going on outings and small dates. Hyunjin would take you to a café, have a picnic in the park whilst photographing each other. You knew Hyunjin was passionate about art and you loved that side of him. He took you to an art museum, explained every detail of the art and the artist.

You listened with nothing more than admiration for his passion. His passion soon became your passion. You both soon found a new hobby in attending various art classes - from painting a bowl of fruit to practicing pottery.

Hyunjin never failed to amaze you with his artistic skills and he was so humble about it. He didn’t boast about it, whenever he got compliments, he would go shy and tell you to hush.

Four months passed of you two getting to know one another before Hyunjin asked you to be his. He took you to a rooftop restaurant, dining on only the finest of foods and wine. You were ecstatic, agreeing almost immediately. You have never felt so loved before. Hyunjin showers you with love and appreciation, but he also feels warm and welcoming.

Hyunjin is your home.

You moved to live with Hyunjin permanently after only two months of officially dating. Some would say it’s fast, but to you two, it felt right. Once you gave your belongings a new home, you plopped on the sofa next to Hyunjin. It felt right. It felt warm. This is home to you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course, there are bumps in the road. It took you both a while to get used to one another - from clothes being left on the floor, to trash not being taken out, to stepping on one another's toes - you soon learnt that communication is key and settled on a routine.

Who would feed Kkami and walk him in the mornings, who would take out the trash, who would collect the mail, who would go grocery shopping and once this routine was established, it made things much easier for you both.

You sighed in content, eyes looking out the window as Hyunjin was lightly feathering his fingertips across your soft skin. The smell of your shampoo hitting his nostrils - it was a sickly sweet smell, one that he was so used to at this point, that it didn't phase him.

“Hyunjin?”

“Mhm?” The vibrations ripped from his chest and throat, tickling your ear a little.

“What are stars to you?” Hyunjin looked down at you before following your gaze to the starlit sky.

“Well, scientifically, they’re just balls of gas. But to me, they’re the souls of the many animals and people that, unfortunately, left the world.” His fingers made their way up to your hair, raking through it and occasionally massaging your scalp.

“But, why do they only come out at night?” You questioned, brows furrowed together as you continued to look at the sky.

“Because, my love, night time is when most people start to think and feel things they don't want to. When people start to relax and wind down after a long hard day, they think. So, the stars come out and illuminate the sky as if to say, ``I'm still here and you’re not alone.``”

You thought about what Hyunjin said, your heart swelling with love but also sadness. “Isn't it sad though, Hyunjin. That at some point, we will become little balls of stars in the sky, looking down on people.”

Hyunjin hummed, nodding slowly. “It is, my love. But we have to treasure what we have now. Make the most of the time we have together. Make wonderful and precious memories together, whether they be bad or good, happy or sad. As long as I am by your side and forever in your heart, I'm one happy and content man.

"You're happy with me, Hyunjin?" you asked as you lifted yourself up from his chest. Your hands planted firmly on the mattress to support your weight as the sheet shimmed down your body, pooling by your side. Your naked breasts on full display but Hyunjin kept his eyes locked on you at all time.

He reached up, his soft hands caressing your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye. You held his wrists, nuzzling into the palm of his hand.

"I'm more than happy, my love. You're my star that lights up the dull sky. My sunshine on a rainy day. You're a piece of art, painted by the finest artist that was made only for me. I'm loved by the most beautiful girl to have ever walked this planet."

You blushed, your cheeks turning as red as a tomato. You whined, feeling yourself go shy at his words. You kissed the palm of Hyunjin's hand as Hyunjin smiled softly at you.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N) like a goddess." Hyunjin whispered. You didn't know how to react or feel. All you know is that your stomach was full of butterflies, erupting and spreading through your entire body.

Your heart was beating so fast and hard against your ribcage, you could hear it in your ears. You whimpered, feeling Hyunjin's words not only make you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, but aroused.

you adore this side of him. It made you feel comfortable, loved and warm. You and Hyunjin are not afraid to try various things in the bedroom. You love when he is dominant, teasing you and making you cum for hours.

But you absolutely adore his passionate side. The slow, passionate sex that is filled with admiration and love, it drowns you. It turns a switch on inside you when he speaks nothing but passionate to you and about you, endless compliments spewing from his mouth.

"Hyunjin." You breathed out.

"What's up, my love?"

"I'm sorry but –" You shifted onto Hyunjin, straddling him. Your pussy hovering over his cock. Hyunjin chuckled, placing his hands on your thighs.

"You turned on? Did my words make you feel excited, gorgeous?" You mewled, nodding slowly.

"You were talking so sweetly to me." You blushed, leaning forward and planting your hands firmly on his chest 'I'm sorry, Hyunjin."

"don't be sorry. You can have all of me whenever you want, darling." Hyunjin's tone dropped an octave, his voice seductive.

Hyunjin reached up, holding the back of your head and pulling you in close. You closed your eyes, lips meeting one another in a passionate and love filled kiss.

The kiss made your body hot. His plump lips moved in perfect harmony with yours. Your lips fitted so well together – like you were made for each other.

Hyunjin slide his hand off your thigh and between your bodies. He cupped your pussy, your hips bucking into his hand as you whimpered against his lips. Hyunjin took the opportunity of your open mouth to slide his tongue in your warm mouth.

The wet muscle explored your mouth, no space left untouched. Soon, your tongues collided with one another. Pants and moans being exchanged between the two of you and saliva mixed together.

Hyunjin slowly circled your clit with his fingers, applying enough pressure to make you mewl into his mouth and hips buck in his hand.

Pleasure coursed through your body. You felt good – too good. you pulled away from his lips, cheeks coated in a pink tint. Your lips swollen as were Hyunjin's.

"Hyunjin, I don't need –"

"Sh. Just let me. i know we fucked a while ago but I still need to prepare you. Can't have you hurting yourself because you're impatient, darling." You whimpered, closing your eyes and moaning once you felt Hyunjin's finger being inserted inside you.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an O shape as he moved his fingers at a steady pace. His fingers curled and stroked your velvet walls. Your slick soon started to coat his fingers more and more with each thrust.

He soon hit your delicate spot, making you moan his name loudly.

"Good girl, (Y/N) you're such a good girl for me." His free hand moved up your stomach to your breasts, squeezing gently and playing with your sensitive bud.

"Hyunjin." You called out in a desperate moan.

As Hyunjin was providing you with so much pleasure, a sea of grey clouds covered up the many stars that illuminated the sky. Soon after, rain bounced off the concrete.

The sound of rain hitting the windows, concrete and leaves could be heard. The screeching from the unfortunate people who got caught was also heard, the sounds of their feet slapping against the wet concrete as they ran to shelter themselves from the heavy downpour

You didn't care. Your only focus was on Hyunjin and how skilful his fingers were moving inside you. Your eyes locked on Hyunjin's glossy and lustful eyes

"Hyunjin, please." You begged. Hyunjin chuckled and pulled his fingers out off you slowly, a whimper leaving your lips.

"Sh, my love. you know the saying – good things come to those who wait. so, why don't you do what you have been begging to do?" His lips turned up into a smirk.

You reached behind you, grabbing the base of his cock with your hand, giving it gentle and small strokes. You lifted your hips up, his tip brushing against your slick entrance.

You both grunted at the contact. You lined yourself up and slowly lowered yourself on him, his tip being encapsulated by your warmth. Hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut, his hands flying to your thighs, squeezing the squishy skin.

you lowered yourself further down until all of his length was inside you. The fullness was too much for you. The stretch and burn making you sweat and hiss a little. You stayed stationary, getting use to his size.

It took all of Hyunjin's willpower to not piston in you straight away. He knew you would be tight, even after fingering you. He didn't want to harm you.

Once you felt you was use to him, you slowly lifted up your hips before sliding down, setting a steady pace for yourself. You hummed as his cock stroked your walls, his tip so deep inside, you felt it in the pit of your stomach.

"Hyunjin, you're so deep inside me." You mewled. Hyunjin groaned, nails digging into the skin of your thighs. You smirked, feeling more comfortable so you picked up the pace.

Soon, you was slamming down on Hyunjin's cock. Your hands planting themselves firmly on his stomach to help you, your thighs burning from the constant action.

Groans and moans mixed in the room along with the sound of skin slapping together. Hyunjin let out the most delicious moan, making your pussy clench around him and shivers to run up and down your spine.

You stopped your movements, leaning back fully to show off your exposed breasts. You planted your hands firmly behind you on Hyunjin's thighs. Hyunjin watched you with eager eyes, watching and wondering what you were planning.

You smirked as you rolled your hips back and forth. The most delicious and sinful of movements caused the man below you to let out delicious moans.

"Fuck.. (Y/N)"

"Feel good, baby?" You cooed, picking up the pace a little. Hyunjin nodded, his mouth hanging open. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead to his temples, the ends of his hair wet with sweat.

He moved his hands onto your hips, helping you with your movements. You moaned, locking eyes with Hyunjin as his hands squeezed your hips.

You leaned forward, kissing him sloppily but also passionately. Hyunjin snaked his arms around your waist, keeping you still. Your breasts pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't hold back. please bear with me."

Hyunjin thrusted inside you from below, setting a fast pace. Every inch of his cock stroked your wet walls, his tip hitting your sweet spot in an instant.

"H-Hyunjin." You panted, body going limp as you buried your sweaty face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, you just– felt too good around me. Your cunt is so warm and welcoming. It's so good to me, doll. I can't – fuck. I feel like I'm losing it." Hyunjin's desperate words rang through your body, straight to your core. Your walls squeezed around Hyunjin's cock.

a string of curses fell from the man's lips as he pistoned you fast. "I'm sorry, im so sorry."

Your eyes widen as you was suddenly flipped onto your back, Hyunjin towering over you. His sweaty hair fell past his face, his chest rising in time with his laboured pants.

He looked fucked out, feral. You liked that. You loved how quickly Hyunjin could get pussy drunk. Your body is so use to him that it remembers his size and techniques.

Hyunjin grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest, lifting your hips slightly up off the mattress. He went back to thrusting inside you, this time, with a bit more power due to the position.

You gripped onto the sheets tight until your knuckles turned white. Your head turning to the side as pleasure overtook your mind. Your mouth hung open as skin slapped harshly against each other.

Your ability to form words had disappeared out off the open window. The only moans that could be heard was Hyunjin, who was feral and lost in the feeling.

Hyunjin continued to thrust deep and powerful, hitting your sweet spot. Your eyes started to pool with tears, spilling over from the corners of your eyes. Saliva fell from the corner of your lips and landed on your pillow.

"(Y/N) look at me." Hyunjin struggled to say through his moans.

You turned your head to look at him, your hair sticking to your forehead as tears fell down your cheeks. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out silent moans and cries.

"Beautiful, so fucking beautiful. And it's all for me to see." Your walls tighten around Hyunjin again, a low grunt escaping from his throat.

you felt too good. The pleasure was so much in such a short amount of time. You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening with each thrust and each hit of your sweet spot.

"H-Hyunjin." you called out, voice raspy from how dry your throat is.

"Me too, doll. Me too." His movements sloppy, fingers gripping your thighs, leaving marks behind. He squeezed his eyes shut as he helped himself and you chase your highs.

It didn't take long before your toes curled and back arched off the mattress. Your walls clamped around Hyunjin as his name fell past your lips as well as a string of "Fucks" Your orgasm washed over, making you see stars.

You gripped onto the sheets, legs trembling in Hyunjin's grip. You whined loudly as your breathing was rapid. Hyunjin's movements stopped, his head hung low as his hair covered his face.

He grunted, emptying himself inside you, coating your walls white with his cum. His hips thrusting shallowly to ride out his high. He took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing before pulling out off you and placing your limp legs on the mattress.

He leaned over you, stroking your sweaty hair softly. You looked up at him, smiling sleepily.

"How do you feel, my love?" He asked, voice laced with some concern, but mainly love.

"Tired. I want to sleep Hyunjin."

"I know, doll. But you know the rules. No sleep until you are clean and hydrated."

"Aftercare is just as important." You both said at the same time, causing you both to burst into fits of giggles.

"I know Hyunjin. You're so caring to me." you stroked his cheek gently

"that's because I'm so deeply in love with you, doll."

"Forever?" You held up your pinkie finger.

He linked his own pinkie finger with yours, kissing them both softly as he looked in your eyes.

"For eternity."

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hallow-witxh · 1 year

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Bell Peppers

Bell peppers are a favorite of mine when it comes to cooking, and not just because I think they're delicious. They're also very magical, with tons of amazing properties that can aid just about anyone. I could almost compare it to basil in that manner, where they're good for just about any problem you might have.

Bell peppers, in general, represent love, energy, creativity, mental prowess, protection, wealth, warding, desire, strength, energy, and prosperity. However, there are multiple colors of bell pepper, so let's go over some details of each of them.

Red peppers are especially effective for anything to do with love, strength, and desire.

Orange ones are often used for magic involving creativity and financial success.

Yellow is very good to use for anything involving energy, focus, and intelligence.

Green peppers are wonderful for money, self-awareness, and love magic.

Purple ones can be commonly seen used in knowledge and wisdom magics.

While cooking, I also like to use blessed oil and moon water, so those properties are also accompanied by the properties of those. It's an easy, tasty way to incorporate magic into your cooking, so I hope y'all give it a shot!

As always, do your research, be safe, and blessed be.

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lilisouless · 7 months

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continuation of this this

Wylan: so...among those completely fictional and original from you characters...aren't there two guys in a relationship...?

Nina: oh yes, i wrote : Julian and Walter were there too

Wylan: ...thats it? "were there"? Everyone else gets flowery descriptions that go forever and we...i mean, Julian and Walter, gets "just THERE"?

Nina: calm down, Jesper saw my writing first and he gave me the same advice so i let him wrote their introduction scene: Julian was there, the moon jealous of his brigthness, teeth so white like the purity of his soul,like a classic statue coming to life and fill the world with his incredible charm so it could keep spinning...and Walter Weaselface was there playing the trumphet

Wylan: you kidding me?!

Jesper: what? i gave him a name and a trumphet, i fleshed him out

Nina: He even added a picture of Weaselface!

Wylan: thats just a doodle of me with weasel ears

Jesper: well, if thats how you see yourself its not my fault

Wylan: Nina...i want to help you with the book too, let me dictate you a paragrah

Jesper: don't do it Nina, he is wearing his revenge face

Wylan: i am not, i really want to help Nina to be sucessfull

(Two months later)

Nina: Wylan you are brilliant! I published your paragrah as a preview and everyone adores the description of this character. "Hair as red as oranges that you could almost smell them and remind you of home. Abs so well chiseled you could wash socks on them" is like the best mix of sensitivity and sensuality readers love!

Jesper: chiseled abs? you got carried away with that, didn't you?

Nina: the people who read that already has fanart of this character! some many people already have a huge crush on him, they said he may become the next literary sex symbol. Look, i have some of the fanart, Wylan´s descriptions of his face were so detailed the drawings are identical to the real person, just shirtless

Wylan runs out of the room

Jesper: pff, he doesn't want to face the consequences of his actions, give me one; I´´ll hang it in our bedroom

Nina: i already framed one for you

Jesper: its....oh...son of....

Inej: oh look, the fanart of Nina´s character looks identical to Jesper´s fathe-

Jesper standing up : WYLAN WHEN I CATCH YOU!

#shitpost #grishaverse shitpost #soc shitpost #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #nina zenik #grishaverse #crooked kingdom

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callistosposts · 59 minutes

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TWINSIES EARTH N' VENUS HC-NER GANG LET'S GOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

One silly fact abt my designs is that Earth and Venus r essentially the only normal/'earthling' looking ones of the planets, the rest (including Pluto before he got demoted and Sun) all have features that to a human looks freaky/weird/unreal

Sun- Humanoid plasma being with no mouth or genitals (in my designs/hc stars don't have genitals), his eyes are all white with no iris, also the aureole halo on the top of his head.

Mercury- wings r fused with his feet and his hair is a flame

Mars- also no iris like Sun and he has ailen antennas

Jupiter- haven't made him yet, but he's a cyclops and his eye is the big red spot

Saturn- also haven't made him yet, but his rings circling around his head like a halo

Uranus- also no iris like Sun and Mars except his are glowing, also the rings around his head (except his tilted, like him, except like in planet form)

Neptune- he doesn't have eyes and under his hair are fish scales (he also has scales on his back, stomach, elbows and on the bottom of his feet)

Pluto- leg ambiguity and his face looks like a theater mask, but he can still make facial expressions and eat, making one wonder if it's a mask or not

(causally gonna be dropping Luna, Phobos n' Deimos here as honorable mentions cuz I love 'em)

Luna- His eyes are inverted (meaning his sclera is grey and his irises are white) he has a lil crescent moon on his forehead and bull horns on the side of his head

Phobos- Orange 'Earthling' eyes that are glowing eyes and he has whiskers

Deimos- Also glowing 'earthling' eyes like Phobos

Some of my designs for the other celestial objects also have features that humans find freaky, but this ask is already pretty long so-

(also I just realized I should maybe add some things to Saturn that make him more freaky)

(also also in my art style I don't draw pupils so there's why I don't mention them)

ALL THIS DESIGN CHOICES ARE SO COOL!! 🥹🫶

love the idea of Venus and Earth being the only ones to look human - Earth of course harboring humans and Venus's close connection to Earth, it makes a lot of sense 😆🙏

im loving the creature details of all the others as well!! designs with non-human or 'unsettling' details are some of my favorites ever

especially loving the idea of Jupiter being a cyclops and Neptune with the acales!!!

#solarballs asks

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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as someone who's not well-versed in media color theory, what exactly does being blue/red/yellow/etc. coded mean?

Hi Anon! Thanks for this question. I'll preface this answer by saying that I'm in no way an expert in this topic but I can give you my understanding of the matter (and others can chip in too if they want).

tvtropes.org offers a simple explanation to colour use in media:

Vision is the one sense we humans rely on the most. We usually identify things by sight rather than sound or smell. It is for this reason that creators of visual media will make sure that things look different enough for the audience to easily recognize and tell apart. It can also be a form of visual shorthand for characterization, so that the audience can tell certain things about a character or setting without having to be told. One way to do this is to use color as an indicator that two things are different (when using different colours) or two things belong to the same category (when using the same colors). Color can indicate who is the good guy and who is the bad guy, they can indicate personality type, they can say things about gameplay elements in a video game, which organization or group the person belongs to, et cetera.

In different cultures, people have generally come to an agreement about what colours might represent in terms of emotions or personalities etc. These interpretations usually come from nature. For example, blue 'things' like the ocean or the sky bring to mind feelings of calm and stability, whereas red 'things' like fire or blood can evoke sensations of danger or love. Greens and browns are closely related to nature, thus can be relaxing or 'down to earth'.

Wikipedia lists some common associations...but this can vary across different cultures (and can change over time - for example, blue used to be a feminine colour whereas red/pink used to be masculine, now it is the opposite). In tv shows, characters are commonly colour-coded to not only set them apart from the other characters but to also help indicate their personality type. See @respectthepetty's own listing of what colours can mean with examples of characters from ql media.

With the romance genre, using colour-coded characters gives us the added visual representation of them accepting their feelings/becoming a couple etc when they exchange their colours.

Blue Talay in Puen's Pink/red (and vice versa) in Vice Versa. Red Pran lying on Blue Pat's colours (and vv) in Bad Buddy. Black/Blue Bi King in Uea's red (and vv) in Bed Friend. And Orange/Yellow Ink in Pa's lime green (and vv) in Bad Buddy.

Also, this is another great post in which @respectthepetty offers examples of the common colour choices used in ql media in Thailand, Korea, Japan, and Taiwan. And here's one which goes into more detail about The Eclipse and colours in Thailand and how they connect to tradition and other object symbolism such as the sun/moon/days of the week etc.

I hope this has gone some way to answering your question anon. I'll just add that, although there is a kind of universal understanding of the meanings of colour, they're not absolute truths. You can also make them mean what you want to. So if you see a character who quite often wears the colour blue, they might be stable and loyal...but they also might be passionate and loud, or a happy ball of sunshine...because more often than not people aren't just one thing, we contain a multitude of emotions and the labels we attribute to ourselves (or others) can change all the time. The use of the single colour, however, is just a helpful visual way of identifying and highlighting a character's persona.

Pat Napat Jindapat, a loyal and stable Blue Boy who also has a fiery passion and a sunshine core. And is one of the greenest flags to ever walk.

#bad buddy #vice versa #the eclipse #bed friend #ql drama #colour coding #color coding #colour theory #color theory #colours in ql media #thanks for the ask!

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jazz-my-soul · 2 years

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Oh god this scene

IT IS SUCH A SMALL DETAIL but Collector being jolly n chaotic but you can see how his eyes are mild "orange" (pinkish or goldish) but as soon as BELOS spoke his name, his smile fades as he turns around and his eyes become RED.

Honestly, can i even BLAME Belos for not wanting to free Collector. Belos actually knows that there is no way that he could keep Collector in check if he would freed him and that if Collector would change his mind, he could do ANYTHING he wants. Did you see him pulling away a fucking moon with a finger, EVEN i have to admit that Belos not freeing Collector was actually SMART (and truth be told, he did not lie to collector when be said that there isn't anymore titan's blood left).

Belos is also aware from whom he learned his magic from too.

But this makes me so goddam annoyed, i want to spat on disney till day i die. I will never forgive them for cutting this show short. As much as a i love Amphibia you can see how obvious it was why Amphibia got all time it needed while Toh got fucked over because of having it's main couple be lqbt.

"We shortened the season because the horror was to scary for the children"

SHUT THE FUCK UP DISNEY, YOU GREENLIGHTED GRAVITY FALLS.

And you did not allowed two grandmas in gravity falls to be together, either.

#toh #the owl house #the owl house season 2 #toh spoliers #toh philip #toh hunter #toh collector #toh season 2 finale #toh DISNEY RANT #eat POOP DISNEY #masterpiece of a season tho

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vyesquei · 2 months

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𐙚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 ☆ (2/2)

❝ in which; the angel of opera epiclese meets the famed magician of fontaine " » includes: mentions of ocs, oc x canon (irene levasseur x lyney) » note: this is basically irene's pov of events. enjoy reading!

Hotel Debord was livelier than usual, even though it was evening. The moon glowed its serene light onto the stone pavements of the city. It was truly a night of delight.

“And for my next trick, I will give one of you lovely members of the audience your favorite flower!”

The crowd clapped, chattering about as they watched the famed magician, Lyney, take the stage with his charm and skill. Beside him was a small table with his hat placed up. The spotlight was on him.

A black haired man with white highlights was seated near the corner of the room, checking his pocket watch, shifting his eyes to Lyney. It had been 15 minutes ever since the show started. The guest that the man had been expecting was late.

“Victor,” someone called out, going to the man’s side.

“Irene, it's a pleasure to see you, my dear sister,” Victor said with a small smile. It has been a long time since the two saw each other, since Irene had moved out of their family home. Naturally they missed each other’s presence.

Irene sat down, looking at her brother with slight guilt, “I’m sorry I'm late, rehearsals took a while today.”

“You had rehearsals? Aren't you tired, then?” Victor asked worriedly.

“Not at all,” Irene smiled, watching the show on stage. In truth, Irene was somewhat exhausted, but she didn't tell Victor the truth. Besides, she wanted to see her brother again, and she couldn’t pass on a chance to watch the allegedly fantastic magician, Lyney.

A young lady was called up to the stage, the spotlight shining on her now. She stood beside Lyney, smiling nervously.

“What’s your favorite flower, my lady?” Lyney asked, smiling gleefully.

“Um… Cecilias from Mondstadt,” the lady replied, her hands clasped behind her back as she answered the question.

“A wonderful choice! It may be a foreign flower, but nothing is impossible with magic!” Lyney said, looking at the crowd, “Now, I would like to request you to take a good look at my hat. Take in every detail.”

Lyney showed the inside of his hat to the lady, then at the audience, “It’s empty, isn't it? Now, I’d like you to try pulling something out of my hat.”

The lady put her hand inside the hat, moving it around Lyney’s hat, then pulling something. She pulled a red handkerchief, tied to an orange one, which was tied to a yellow one, which was tied by a green one and so on.

The line of tied handkerchiefs was long—more than 15 must've gotten pulled already.

At the count of 25, at the end of the seemingly endless tied handkerchiefs was a beautiful bouquet of Cecilias!

The crowd gasped in adulated shock—how in Teyvat could a bouquet fit inside Lyney’s hat!?

Irene clapped her hands and smiled at the wondrous magic trick. She was amazed at Lyney’s trick. He was a marvellous magician indeed, an entertainer deserving of his applaudable reputation.

Irene glanced at Victor, who was uncharacteristically surprised.

Irene, being Victor’s sister, knew that Victor wasn't the type of person to show much vulnerability, may that be sadness, happiness, love, or shock. With that in mind, Irene was even more convinced that this Lyney is a great magician if he was able to get a flabbergasted expression out of her usually calm brother.

“That was a very good trick,” Victor said, taking his teacup and sipping on it, “I should thank Theo… Ahem, Monsieur Fletcher, for the recommendation. I might as well sponsor one of Mr. Lyney’s shows.”

Irene laughed softly, “So Theodore recommended this show to you... That explains it—although, I did guess…”

“What do you mean?” Victor turned to Irene, a red blush on his cheeks. It wasn't apparent, but it was there. He didn’t smile—in fact, he was calm.

“Well, it's not like you to go on shows like this. You're always working, and if not, you're resting, which is rare.” Irene explained, “When you invited me, I was surprised.”

“So then I guessed that someone must've given you free tickets, but that didn't seem right either. You don't take things for free, even if the person giving you something owes you.” Irene smiled at Victor, “So I figured that a special someone must've recommended this magic show to you.”

“Monsieur Fletcher is not special to me,” Victor denied, although Irene knew otherwise. In all honesty, their parents, their younger brother, Yves, even their grandparents, knew that Victor didn't fancy women. And the only one who didn't know it was Victor himself.

“But…”

“But?”

“He’s a great co-worker, a very fruitful employee.”

Irene smiled sheepishly, shaking her head, “...Not exactly the best wording, brother.”

The sounds of fast strings played and echoed in the Opera Epiclese. The voice of a boy echoed in song along with the tense music of the orchestra.

Irene was backstage, having her makeup retouched a minute before she got on the stage to sing one single song.

To be honest, Irene wasn't expecting to sing today. She was only an understudy for another famous singer and never really thought of the prospect of the singer being unable to sing because her lover broke up with her.

All Irene wanted right now was a break. She's been taking so many roles in musicals and plays, trying to climb to the top, but to no avail. She wanted an escape from reality for a moment.

Just a moment. A single moment in time.

That's why she ended up buying a ticket for Lyney and Lynette's show after this musical. This might be the 4th time she's watched their shows. Ever since she watched Lyney’s show with Victor, Irene took a liking to watching the fantastic performances of the great magician of Fontaine.

Philippe, Irene’s manager, teased her that it was some sort of coping mechanism, but Irene disagreed, saying that it felt unhealthy to call it a coping mechanism.

“There was wonder and comfort in Lyney's shows, somehow,” Irene told herself once. It made her feel like she was a kid again; singing along to the records that she loved, talking to her aunt again, and unearthing her passion for music.

It was too specific and so out of the blue to feel that way. Magic shows were not at all related to music, but that's how Irene felt.

“You look wonderful, Irene!” Philippe stated with awe.

“Thank you,” Irene replied.

“Are you nervous? Do you need to drink water?-” Philippe asked worriedly. He was like this before every performance. It was a bit too much sometimes, but Irene appreciated his concern. After all, they've known each other for so long. Even before Irene's debut into the world of theater, she and Philippe were already friends, always chatting about films and such.

“I’m fine,” Irene said, “I’m really not nervous.”

“Irene! You're on!” Someone exclaimed.

Philippe reluctantly stepped back, “You can do this.”

Irene nodded, getting onto the stage, beginning to sing a note, trying her best to get everyone’s attention.

As she sang, she looked at the crowd’s rather bewildered faces. They obviously didn't expect Irene, who you might as well mistake for a member of the staff, to sing onstage instead of a well-known prima donna.

Irene felt a bit anxious at their looks of confusion, but she held onto her remaining confidence, singing the song beautifully, her voice clear in the room…

The sound of an applause rang in the opera house as Irene exited the stage. It wasn't loud but she was grateful for it.

Irene walked backstage, to be met by Philippe’s flood of compliments.

“Amazing! I swear, you really captivated the whole stage!” Philippe exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“Thank you,” Irene laughed.

Philippe nodded, “Oh yes—your parents are here, by the way. They tried getting backstage to see you-”

“What?” Irene widened her eyes. Her parents only watched her shows once, never again. Irene’s mother was especially indifferent about her career.

“We should go find them,” Irene stated as she walked to the exit when suddenly she stopped, noticing that there were two familiar figures in front of her.

The Magician of the Stage and his assistant.

“Miss Levasseur!” Lyney exclaimed with a smile, “what a wonderful performance you had! I knew that the crowd had their hearts racing as you sang.”

Irene nodded and smiled, “Thank you, Mr. Lyney.”

Irene was taken aback. She didn’t think that she’d have the chance of meeting Lyney and Lynette out of the blue–not only that but Lyney knew Irene. Could Victor have mentioned her to Lyney before?

Victor started sponsoring Lyney and Lynette after watching their show once. Perhaps there was a time that they talked about Irene. However, it seemed unlikely to Irene since Victor rarely talks about family to strangers. If it was because of her career, that would be even more surprising, since Irene wasn’t exactly in the spotlight.

“I’ve been hoping to meet the two of you in person, it makes me very pleased to finally meet you two,” Irene stated. She was feeling happy about this encounter. It was practically like meeting your idols in person.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Lynette said, “you were beautiful onstage.”

“Thank you,” Irene responded, grateful for their compliments. That’s when she realized that she might have been bothering Lyney and Lynette.

“Are the two of you preparing for the performance you have after this musical? I'm sorry to have bothered you…” Irene asked, a bit embarrassed at herself.

Lyney shook his head, clutching his hat, “Not at all! Me and my sister were only doing prop checks before our show later.”

Irene sighed in relief mentally and smiled, nodding her head. The twins seemed like honest people, so Irene trusted his reply, “Good luck to you both on your performance. I’m sure you'll fascinate the stage.”

“Thank you, my lady,” Lyney bowed with a grin on his face. Irene smiled back and glanced at Philippe—she just remembered about her parents—

“I apologize if it seems like promotion,” Lyney had cut off Irene from her thoughts, which she obviously didn’t mind, “but I'm pretty sure we still have two tickets for our show. If you're interested in watching our show, we have two free tickets for you!”

Irene was taken aback. Was she just offered free tickets? Why? Was it because Irene’s brother was their sponsor? Either way, she’d have to decline since she already bought tickets for their show–she even donated with her own money.

“Ah,” Irene shook her head, “that won't be necessary. I actually already have tickets for your show tonight, so I'm looking forward to it.”

“Oh, I see, I see! Then me and Lynette are honored to see you in the crowd!” Lyney said, still smiling.

“The pleasure is all mine—” Irene smiled at Lynette and then at Lyney, then glanced at Philippe, deciding that they should probably go see her parents—“I’m afraid I must abruptly end our meeting, Lyney, Lynette. It was very nice meeting you both.”

Before Irene could say goodbye properly, Lyney took Irene’s gloved hand, which was a shock to her.

And when Lyney brought Irene’s hand closer to his face, leaning his head down to place a delicate peck on her hand, looking into her eyes as he did so—Irene was even more surprised. Then again, it must be a normal thing, since Lyney was known to be a romantic magician.

“It was very nice to meet you too, Miss Levasseur,” Lyney said, gently letting go of Irene’s hand. Irene didn’t really know what to say, since no man has ever done such a thing. She never really let anyone kiss her hand, anyway. “May fate lead us to meeting again on a beautiful spring day.”

Irene nodded, waving goodbye as she exited the backstage area through the hidden exit where only staff, actors, and actresses may enter.

“That magician truly knows how to flatter someone,” Irene thought to herself, smiling. She certainly wanted to meet Lyney again.

bow divider by @/florietas

#𐙚˙ 📷 irene levasseur #𐙚˙ 📷 my ocs #oc x lyney #𐙚˙ 📷 lynrene #genshin oc #lyney x oc #oc x canon #oc x character #canon x oc #genshin impact oc #genshin lyney #lyney #lyney and lynette #genshin #genshin impact lyney #ocs #original character

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—Achille Thidrek

I was tagged again for this awesome game by @archaiclumina, so this time I'm gonna showcase my boy. tysm for the tag!

please note: since my ocs are constantly in flux, I'm currently in the process of looking over achille's current backstory and may end up doing another overhaul. any information shown may end up being outdated

not tagging anyone else since it looks like everyone has done this, so this is an open tag :)

—BASICS

Name: Achille Thidrek (adoptive surname) Nicknames: Shelley (Paris' nickname, once used in an insulting manner), My Love (Patroclus' nickname), Smalls (Nel's nickname, no longer used) Age: 24 (post-endwalker) Nameday: 20th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (August 20th, 1556) Race: Midlander Hyur/Elezen Gender: Cis male, uses he/him pronouns Orientation: Gay Profession: N/A

—PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: Natural redhead, dyed blond. Rough to the touch and dry due to lack of maintenance and overuse of hair dye, chin-length Eyes: Dark red Skin: Pale beige Tattoos/scars: One tattoo near his right eye, multiple scars across his face. Various scarring across his body

—FAMILY

Parents: Thetinne Greystone/Tauvane, the Godless; mother (45, alive) Pelleas Myste; father (deceased, 27 at time of death) Chiron Thidrek; adoptive father (65, alive) Siblings: None Grandparents: Ajax de Euyevair; maternal grandfather (deceased, 61 at time of death) Nerry Cotter; maternal grandmother (deceased, 28 at time of death) Osmund Fletcher; paternal grandfather (deceased, 37 at time of death) Gyda (née Lovejoy) Fletcher; paternal grandmother (deceased, 34 at time of death) In-laws and Other: Tecmessine (née Dafert) de Euyevair; wife of Ajax, stepmother of Thetinne (deceased, 38 at time of death) Heralette (née Euyevair) de Gaucine; maternal aunt (49, alive) Zeumont de Gaucine; uncle-in-law (54, alive) Apolloix de Gaucine; maternal first cousin (17, alive) Artemielle de Gaucine; maternal first cousin (17, alive) Helioroit de Euyevair; maternal uncle (42, alive) Pets: An aging chocobo named Talona, his traveling companion

—SKILLS

Abilities: Achille can absorb multiple hits from attacks to build up energy (most commonly electrical energy as he is naturally attuned to lightning). Once at his limit, he will unleash all the energy with deadly accuracy and proficiency, but he runs the risk of going 'berserk' if he pushes himself beyond the limit. Achille is also an expert in martial arts, making him a dangerous opponent in hand-to-hand combat and can attack the body's weak points without outright killing his attacker Hobbies: Sparring, meditation, yoga, gardening

—TRAITS

Most Positive Trait: His inspiring idealism Most Negative Trait: His crushing self-hatred

—LIKES

Colors: Brown, green, yellow, orange Smells: Fresh tea, garden herbs, sea salt, pine Textures: Wood, metal, soft hair, fine fabrics Drinks: Water, coffee, tea, juice

—OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: Once as a teenager, got caught and was punished. Never smokes to due his religion Drinks: Never because of religious reasons Drugs: Never recreational, only for religious/spiritualistic purposes Mount Issuance: Besides his chocobo, Achille usually walks to destinations or hitches rides from traveling merchants Been Arrested: Never

#meta.#ffxiv.#aaa ty for the tag. please perceive my boy before i put him in the washer #he will be put on the spin cycle #tag game

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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You're probably tired of writing for rocket but I read your others and absolutely fell in love. It's rare to see stuff for him, let alone GOOD WRITING.

Prompt - whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

Details - rocket (GOTG), human f. reader, fluff/romantic. post-blip/post Thanos fight. And it's a meet together again since reader was blipped. Kinda like a confession between the two! :] ☆ fun, sweet lovins

( I love your writing sm 🥺 binge read it all in one day)

🥺 first of all, thank you for the compliment, might cry over it <3 also, friend I do not mind at all, it's time Rocket had his time to shine

Also, I'm not entirely sure how a human and Rocket would kiss, so sorry if this is awkward.

Rocket x Fem!reader

To the Moon and Back

Word count: 652

Warnings: post blip stuff (tried to keep it to a minimum cause it makes me sad), Rocket crying, feelings, language (Rocket says a bad word)

Summary: You and Rocket reunite and he can't keep his feelings hidden anymore

You ran.

Faster than you ever had.

You had to find him.

After being told what happened, you couldn't wait another second without him.

Your chest heaved, tears blurring and stinging your eyes, trying to find the ship. Trees and twigs snapping against your skin, cutting through your clothes and scratching your face.

The forest was dark and cold, goosebumps covering your skin. Insects and birds chirped around you, some flying and jumping out of your way.

You'd been running so long your knees began to wobble, wanting to give out at any moment, but you refused to let it.

After pushing through another tree you came to a clearing, in which stood the wondrous Milano. The large ship covered in orange and blue chipped paint looked the same as it always did.

You sobbed loudly, legs wobbling as you gathered your strength to go to the ship.

"Rocket! Rocket!" You yelled, tears streaming down your red cheeks. You stumbled your way through the plush grass, the moon lighting your path.

The Milano door hissed open, Rocket hopped out of the ship before the door even hit the ground.

His eyes were wide, glancing all around before finding you.

"Y/n!" He cried, rushing toward you, meeting you halfway through the clearing.

You fell to your knees just as he jumped up into your chest. You hugged him close to your body, he fit perfectly in your arms.

"You're alive," He sobbed, hands clinging to your shirt, nails ripping the fabric. "You're alive, you're here!" His body heaved as he spoke.

"I missed you so fucking much," He pulled back from your chest, taking your face in his small hands and pressing his lips to yours.

You gasped, eyes wide before returning the kiss and holding him tightly.

You'd had feelings for him for as long as you could remember, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulder knowing he felt the same.

"I'm so sorry for everything that..." you mumbled against his lips, unable to pull yourself away from him.

So much had happened in what you would call a short amount of time, but Rocket had been waiting much longer.

"No, it wasn't your fault," He shook his head, gripping your face tighter, afraid you'd disappear again if he let go. "I love you, and I never want to loose you again,"

At that, you pulled away from him, chest heaving, face flushed as you looked down at him in your lap.

"You love me?" You whispered, feeling more tears welling up.

"I've loved you since you kicked my butt in that bar on Xandar," He laughed, running his thumb along your cheek bone.

"Really?" You giggled softly, "Me punching you in the face was enough to get you to like me?"

"Don't take this lightly," His tone got serious, his eyes studying yours intently. "It's not easy for me to open up to people, but you broke down all my walls without even trying. I'd do anything for you,"

"Anything? Even steal something for me?" You jested, rubbing the tip of your nose against his.

"I'd travel to the farthest moon and back if you asked,"

You leaned in, kissing him and holding him so close he felt like he would pop. More tears ran down your face, but it didn't matter.

"I love you too," You whispered, your hands coming up and rubbing at the fur between his ears.

He pulled away, wiping away fresh tears and holding you gently. Thought he fought to keep them at bay, tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

You leaned down, gently pressing your forehead to his.

"I'm so glad I accidentally took your seat at the Xandarian bar," Rocket laughed, you simply smirked.

"Who says it was an accident?" At your statement he lifted his head, ears tilted. "Who says that was even my seat?"

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagines #gotg2 #rocket #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon imagines #rocket racoon headcannons #rocket racoon x reader #thanks for the ask!#intamacy prompts

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The Case Files of Jeweler Richard: "Tsuki no Hikari" (Clair de Lune) Web Short Story Translation

I just read the short on Nanako Tsujimura's website here that was posted in May 2023. It's called つきのひかり which directly translates to "moonlight".

And just felt compelled to make a translation immediately, because it's just such a beautiful little piece.

Timeline-wise, it's probably set somewhen after volume 10 and before volume 11.

Suggested accompanied reading prior to it is the Extra Case "Moonstone's Affection". It's included in Seven Sea's English translation of volume 4. In Japanese it can be found in the ebook version of volume 4. (In print, it appears to have been in a booklet extra handed out as shop-exclusives.)

Moonstone is all about hilariously playing the classic line "The moon is beautiful" by Natsume Souseki, something that by now is so worn out it's probably as well as become a cliché already. Moonstone has Richard giving lectures criticizing how the line gets wholly divorced from its original context and sentiment, as well as giving ab abstract roundabout what it was supposed to be about. A feeling, a peaceful mood, he says, but there isn't so much elaboration on it rather than just implication yet.

I'm kind of shocked I didn't expect it to get back to it and with what's effectively an illustrious applied example essay in prose on the subject while at it, when the whole series is all about nuanced takes on variants and expressions of "love" and beauties already. But here we are.

I tried to imitate the translation style of the official English translation.

Clair de Lune

I was sleeping amidst flowers.

When I woke up, I confusedly wondered what happened. Flowers were blooming above my head. Flowers painted in a faint colour between red and orange. Probably red puppies. It was a completely different scenery from napping on my bed or the sofa. The sky expanded itself above the flowers. It was clearly outdoors.

And.

"Good Morning."

Richard.

The sky, the flowers and Richard.

While I was thinking that something about this was rather poetic, I bewilderedly rubbed my eyes. When I raised myself, leaves fell from my head.

A garden and a pond. An arched bridge. Ah.

"This is… Henry's new residence."

"Correct."

"It feels so impressionistic, erm, this is…"

"Giverny"

"…so that means France"

"Oui"

Right, Richard answered. Reality caught up as the details gradually came back.

I and Richard, we came to Europe a week ago in order to participate in a mineral show in Munich. Munich is in Germany. That was seven days ago. Afterwards I met Shimomura who was on a little trip to Austria and learned about Henry's new residence. Somehow he bought a new real estate and restored an old building and how about we dropped by. Somehow it was amazing, somehow it left a deep impression. Somehow a lot of somehow impressions. That was five days ago. After that I joined Richard again – of course bringing a Sachertorte with me – and we headed towards our business in France. It was just a small trip by air. That was four days ago. By Japanese standards, it cost only a domestic travel fare to get from Vienna to Marseille. Somehow I wound up making Bouillabaisse at a regular customer's place, three days ago. And two days ago we got a message from Henry.

He contacted us, because we were apparently nearby, asking us if we wouldn't come over to his new residence.

Richard was a bit perplexed, but honestly I was already in Europe Mode – basically the mindset about travelling through countries in an absurd speed. It usually felt like this on the continent – it was a sort of let's go somewhere!-tension. We've even talked about taking two days off and watch some soccer or such. But honestly, I and Richard, we were a bit tired. We didn't have the spirits to watch soccer and drink beer with cheers. Our physical stamina was doubtful to last as well. To do such a thing after working a week every consecutive day, it'd be difficult unless you were in your teens or your early twenties. We have both passed that age bracket already.

That being said, the place we've been invited to, had its own set of issues. Giverny. It's somewhat in the neighbourhood of Paris. By plane, it would be just a hop away, but from Marseille it's a five hours distance with the train. Of course, it was in the same country as Marseille but, somehow, like this, the place didn't exactly feel close. It seemed about as exhausting as the soccer watching plan.

But Richard said he wanted to go.

Prefixed with a reserved 'if that was all right'.

If that was the case, things were clear for me.

Let's go. I also want to go.

And that's what we did.

We rented a car at the airport and headed towards Giverny. Right upon arriving, a bunch of security staff looking people clad in black came for us and guided us with their black car.

The place they brought us to was a house surrounded with a garden and pond and looked straight out of a fairy tale. Flowers in all sorts of colours bloomed in abundance, boats floated above the deep pond and a gracefully arched bridge hung above it. However, this version of Seigi Nakata, who recently made strides in becoming more sophisticated, understood. It was a masterpiece of impressionism, this was a residence built with the concept of Monet's paintings in mind.

Henry showed up looking like Snufkin coming out of a Moomin house – a security staff personnel was behind him like a matter of course – and welcomed us with a smile. Piano suit him, but at that moment I learned that an apron suit him as well. Not an apron for painting, but the sort for cooking. With a light brown one hanging down his head, he looked like an ordinary, a bit too skinny man.

"Recently I've been doing all sorts of things. Working, pastimes. This place is for recreation. It's very good for a change of pace."

'Work' meant the Claremont family business, an 'insurance company for an insurance company', as well as several finance-related businesses, apparently. Jeffrey handled them until now, but lining up with his vacations, Henry took them over. Richard and I were mostly kept in the dark about it, but achievements of big companies could be checked on in the daily internet and from the looks of that, they were doing pretty well. And in order for continuously doing well in any sort of work, you needed to take a breather or get a change of pace from time to time.

For this purpose this place here in France was established.

Indeed, it seemed like a very good place for a change of pace.

Henry showed up this hyper gorgeous summer house – it had a combined kitchen and dining room, as well as a reception room with a grand piano in it, a jet spa bath, a huge cabin filled with supplies neighbouring an enormous garage and all kinds of other things – he personally treated us to nice fragranced tea as well as some not wholly uniformly shaped cookies he had just baked himself. It was a perfect reception and everything tasted very well.

That's why it was a little bit exhausting.

Henry was nervous throughout the whole reception. He was his usual self. You don't have to be all that nervous, Enrique is what Shimomura would always pester on about, but that was his special privilege. Neither I nor Richard had this sort of skill.

In the end, all three of us got tired in their own way.

Henry withdrew himself to the studio to be alone for a bit, Richard departed with the car to get some snacks for the evening and I…

I said I'd take another stroll around the garden.

I was looking down at the pond from the bushes on the loosely slanted slope.

I doozed off a bit.

It was early summer. When I looked at my wristwatch it was 3pm. I probably doozed off about 30 minutes at most. It was fine now with the sun all up, but if I doozed off until evening, I would certainly have caught a cold.

"… Thanks for waking me…. Uwah, there is dirt on my shirt."

"Fortunately, it's a washable shirt."

I laughed a haha. True, if it was a dress shirt, it would have been a tragedy. That's why I only wore such wear on special occasions, like being invited to some lakeside castle party. Sometimes there are such times through.

While I rubbed my eyes, Richard looked intensely at the garden. Or at the pink and yellow flowers behind my back. Or at me. Then he suddenly started talking.

"I understand a little bit how artists feel."

"Artists?… You mean impressionist ones?"

"There is no denying that your shape with flowers nestling around you is wealthy with elegance."

"Easy mode please."

"I somehow just got the feeling of wanting to draw a picture."

"… of me?"

"Of what else?"

How weird. The owner of features that millions of artists would want to paint was, somehow, saying he felt like drawing a picture of me.

But it also made me happy.

When I playfully tried to pose as Mona Lisa, Richard sighed and politely corrected me that that was from Da Vinci. Then he started a brief commentary over Monet, the master of impressionism. Listening to it in this garden that seemed like out of a painting of his, was enjoyable and beautiful, sometimes wistfully so.

Henry, Richard and I, we enjoyed a great number of France's famous items from the supermarket and small dishes à la carte. Pâté de Campagne or cheese were the apéritif. Riding a Japanese food boom wave of recent, even Kinpira burdock was available in square packages. There was sushi as well, but Richard, who was used to Ginza's sushi in Japan, didn't seem to itch for it. Henry made a bit of a disappointed face, as salmon rolls were a secret favourite of his.

After dinner Henry played the piano for us.

France's impressionism wasn't just limited to paintings. In music there are also various artists summed up under the genre. Debussy, who is famous even in Japan, is one of them.

What he played was "Clair de Lune".

It was music filled with peace and beauty.

Outside the window, a half moon was floating about. It was reflected in the pond, and flickered as if it was drawing the picturesque design of a mosaic of light.

I wondered if that was the 'impression' that artists remembered.

Not the real moon, but something like the shadow of the moon. Something that tingled your imagination, something that allowed for an in-between.

Like how I would associate the moon or ocean to Richard's beauty whenever I remembered it.

If that was the case, I felt like I understood a bit of what Richard had called 'elegance'.

It meant to 'love' something very much.

Very much.

The sounds of the piano carried on. Tomorrow's plane would depart at noon, but we had to return to Paris and return the rental car. It was about time to go to sleep. But I wanted to stay up a bit more. I wanted to look at the shadow of the moon.

The flickering golden light somehow resembled Richard's voice, when he was right by side when I woke up.

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