#and our delusional conclusions from those

[rickybaby]

Daniel was the fastest among the long runners on mediums 👀

#testing times aside #and our delusional conclusions from those #today was a good day #his long stints looked extremely managed and competitive #he is conmfortable in the car which should be a bare minimum but #really feels like the biggest victory after the McLaren years #daniel ricciardo

[coffee-with-mint-syrup]

The case of live-action atla zutara.

First of all, the scarf scene. I won't be repeating myself, here are some main points - there was absolutely no reason for Zuko to act the way he did and for the scene to be shot this dramatically. Even if they did the shipbaiting in this scene - it means there's a ship which is much more than live-action kataang has at this point. Also I don't really think these guys are shipbaiting type but that's just the impression I got.

Then - the second obvious one - Oma and Shu's visuals. We have star-crossed lovers from two towns at war, basically the local equivalent of Romeo and Juliet (as in legendary lovers who are known above all for their love) wearing coincidentally colors that are primarily associated with two of our characters (who shared this dramatically shot scene in the previous episode).

And I know, it may seem so insignificant - but but but but! - you have to think about this. Of course there are creators, writers and showrunners that are unaware of some non-canon ships or don't care about them. But it's not the case for atla. No, creators of atla were so aware of zutara - they wrote a parody scene in a in-world trashy play to mock this fan pairing and it still proved absolutely nothing and just gave zutara more content. The creators and writers of this adaptation clearly had the discussion "what we should do with kataang" - because there is no trace of kataang in the 1st season. So it was a conscious decision to omit that - but where would the romantic subplot go? Well, I don't know, but they are showrunners, they most certainly discussed options. They are clearly very, very, very much aware of zutara. And they still do this? They still show us Oma and Shu wearing red and blue? All they had to do is to give at least one of them any different color. Any. But they didn't. (for fuck sake, it is the Earth Kingdom - yellow and green would do it)

There were zero, no, nada Kataang interactions, implications or those scenes that are filmed just a little bit too dramatically like the scarf one. I don't know, there's still a chance that they will wait for season 3 to make Aang's crush on Katara happen. I'm also not so sure what will happen to Aang failing to open seventh chakra, I mean - his love for Katara has a huge purpose in series, so it still doesn't look very good. But you can't even imagine how glad I am that they didn't do this secret tunnel thing. It was very uncomfortable.

So it was the more fact-based part of my case, let's get to the irrational, almost delusional part, tin foil hat probably needed.

Almost all the scenes Zuko and Katara shared in the first season kept reminding me of another famous enemies-to-lovers ship that actually became canon in the infamous final episode - Reylo, the way it was filmed in The Force Awakens. I mean - the first fight in the woods where she looses, the intensity of him staring at her, the final fight in snowy location where she kicks his ass and shows her mastering this superpower, him trying to talk to her during this fight and mentioning her learning/having to learn...Zuko calling Katara a peasant reminded me of this "Rey is no one" discourse. I don't know man, I haven't thought about The Force Awakens reylo for a very long time and it just kept popping in my head.

All of this - it's like a blueprint for enemies to lovers.

Also I actually think that the look they shared in the 2nd episode was also shot kinda weirdly and dramatically. It's not to the extent of the scarf scene but I do remember thinking that "why did they film it they way? it's too intense".

In the conclusion I'd like to say that as much as I like all the season 1 zutara stuff they left out in the adaptation - necklace subplot and implications, pirates and the famous "You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun" - I think I actually prefer the scarf scene. Yes, it would be so great to see those things in adaptation but in the end of the day they would still be just the things they kept from the original and probably noting more. Like the cabbages or the secret tunnel song or anything else, just things from the source material that implicate nothing. While the scarf scene, the Oma and Shu's clothes - it means they made a conscious decision to make it that way. It means they put some thought into that and some meaning. And this gives me hope there's a chance for Zutara in this adaptation.

P.S. I told about this my sister who hasn't watch the series yet and she said "I think people who made this show are just shipping zutara in secret". I do not necessarily imply she might be right - but creators of animated series (the very same people that made kataang canon, not zutara) DID leave because of some creative differences and because they couldn't control creative decision. Might as well be THAT kind of decision.

#finally got it all out of my system #this whole thing just screams: Coincidence? I think NOT! #but seriously #can we have this one? #zutara #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla spoilers #netflix atla

[stargirlie25]

Ive come to the conclusion that Gwynriels are probably the most healthiest side of the ship war.

Its just my opinion MIND IT!

Like most elriels are sometimes anti gwyn or lucien and have a very strong ego which i wont talk much about. They can also be anti nessian (i dont mind) but also anti Nesta and most likely pro feysand.They have honestly crossed multiple boundaries with the fandom

-threats 2 sjm's family including her son-r@pe dms-shaming real people for not including something or simply saying something-

They shamed author Elena Armas for saying she leaned toward Gwynriel more so much she put it on her story

Shamed an author recently for saying sjm's outfit gave Gwyn vibes

ETC,ETC,ETC

Eluciens in terms of real life are very healthy and are honestly the smaller portion of the ship wars. However as much as it is so fun to ship elain and lucien, many eluciens hold the stance such as ''anti feysand, anti nessian, anti inner circle,anti Azriel'' There isnt anything wrong with that ofc!

Gwynriels have been involved with a bit of both. There have been real life toxic versions of them (imo not as bad as elriels) and they sometimes hate on Elain but that's pretty much it. Gwynriels are most likely eluciens so they love Gwyn,Elain,Lucien,Azriel,inner circle,valkyries,feysand,nessian and the normal. (some dont)

I feel like it we are going to continue the series, its more peaceful to just not hate the characters because honestly you might just have to find a different series because Sarah loves a lot that yall hate.

Just from my personal experience and what i have seen in like my four-ish years in this fandom. Not as long as some of you but around the time the ship wars started haha

I used to be an Elriel too because like most elriels i thought the 3sis x 3bros was perfect. Its not and im not going to talk about it here. Just saying, during those times i was disturbed by some elriels comments and how cocky and mean they could be. It was not even confidence just flat out insults,jabs and comments i hate such as ''ours is canon theirs is fanon'' ''delusional'' ''did you even read the same book'' Keep in mind the fandom was NOT the reason i switched to gwynriel/elucien so don't even try to bombarde me with all the elucien/gwynriel comments and hell yeah i know they exist.

I will forever be an elucien and love elain and lucien together and divided although some of them can be immature and they lack some understanding.

Literally all of this could apply to Gwynriel however being apart of the Gwynriel side is easiest for me!

Can any of yall agree?

Please be nice btw!

#pro gwynriel #acotar #gwynriel #pro elain #pro gwyn #elucien #pro elucien #anti elriel #pro lucien #anti e/riel #pro azriel

[natureismynature]

I'm finally home and ready to talk about The Book!!

So, this book I've been talking about was found by Roier yesterday when he was looking for Cellbit in the castle. I don't think anyone thought much of it since Grandma's room is kind of a hotspot for almost all of Foolish's pranks. But I'm telling you, this one is NOT a prank. Especially not when said book was found accompanied by a VERY illegal gun.

Now. Here's the contents of the book.

i hope this finds the right person... hide it for now, be careful who you tell.

7 space 27

no one suspects a thing

that was a giant middle finger... asshole

no meaning. just for fun :D

3000 cielo 0

could someone find this first (alternatively: someone could find this first)

Ok, now that we've laid that all down, I'm gonna start rambling and theorizing under the cut

If you guys remember, Forever tried to barter Foolish's gun for his silence/lesser aggression. But Foolish told him he already had other plans for the gun... and I guess this was it.

I suspect he did this during that time Aypierre was doing a 24-hour stream and he randomly logged on. He usually logs on offline nowadays if he was hiding something from chat and other people... anyway, that's not the point! The point is the binary code on the first page and whatever the hell that was on the last.

The binary code translated to "7 space 27" which means. Literally nothing. Or DOES it?

Because I refuse to believe Foolish just randomly typed out binary code on a secret book handing over his gun to whoever finds it (most likely assumed to be Cellbit) which ACTUALLY translates to something. So I dug around and bullshitted my way to find a SOMEWHAT acceptable conclusion because I am not delusional and will never be as smart as Cellbit.

Keep in mind I have no fucking clue how enigmas work and used a chart for this bullshit. Specifically this one:

According to this chart, if we take the translated code and refer to them as our decimals, we've got 7 and 27 to look at. Now, if we look at our decimals' rows, we will get BEL and ESC as our ASCII symbols.

I searched up what they meant and they are literally:

BEL - bell, alert

ESC - escape

Now if we take those and complete the "sentence" that was there originally it would become "Alert space Escape" which is... something... but don't quote me on this, I could be 100% wrong.

But enough of that because my brain is already mush. Let's check the next one!

Next one being "3000 cielo 0"

I looked up what cielo meant, and it had various different meanings, but the common denominator was that it was high up. (i.e. sky, heaven, roof) But it could also be used as a term of endearment like mi cielo (my heaven) or something along those lines. And 3000 is some kind of angel number or something that means love and stuff.

My immediate thought upon searching up these two is the phrase "I love you 3000" but I might be grasping straws here. This might just be cords to a place somewhere up high with 3000 and 0 as the x and y axis. But you know, I like to make things harder for me.

Honestly, if you're still here and reading this paragraph, then I applaud you for being smart enough to understand whatever the hell I just wrote down.

There are two wolves inside me. One that thinks Foolish didn't really mean anything by these codes and the other that KNOWS he's smart enough to do this (AND would absolutely get help from the admins if he didn't)

#qsmp #timb talks #rambles #foolish gamers #qsmp theories

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZEURntrQOg "Happy Together - The Turtles (1967)" is the song that play on the background while Alastor is talking.]

"Good morning and good day to all our dear listeners. Alastor speaking here to you all from your favorite radio station on Hazbin Vale. How are you all doing? Ha ha, I am kidding of course! I don't care! I just feel like playing like one of those youngester that pretend to have a relationship with their audiences in order to emotionally manipulate them into giving them more money and attention.

But you and I, dear listemer, we know each other better than that, don't we? You know you will only get the most sincere forms of expression from me, because I know you would never, ever, ever, dare to lie to me. You may be just severely mistaken even if you think you are being honest.

First things first. I am doing great, thanks for asking.

I also imagine you can hear that annoying song on the background. I did not put it there. I don't know why it's doing that, but it hasn't stopped since I came in the building. It doesn't seem to come from any of my speakers either, I checked already. At least it's a nice enough song and it's not too loud. I guess I will let it slide this one time.

Anywhoo, do you want to know why I am in such good mood? No thank to any of you listening, that is for sure! Yesterday at Rosie's party to celebrate the death of Clarence I had the chance to talk with some of you and, oh boy, none of you do actually listen to a word I say it turns out!

Why do I bother to speak at all then? Should I just do incoherent wordless noises with my mouth for two hours? It would cause the exact same effect as to what people think are hearing here. Just put whatever meaning you want into it, you're used to that.

Some of you, not all, I have to admit, had the impression that I had a certain inclination for the toy maker that came to town recently and that is why I ran a background check on him. An inclination of a more… selfish nature.

I have no idea how could you ever come to that conclusion. I have done nothing else but to put in front of everyone my rationale as to why that man can't be trusted, I have done my due deligence to verify it and leave it all once it turned out to be a bust!

Let me dispell the rumours right now. I have never had a "crush" on anyone or anything. I don't even have the first idea of what going through that would be like. It sounds boring and stupid, so no, thank you. I will be glad to be spared such nonsense. The rest of you can have all the fun with that.

In your imaginations that is. Because clearly someone so delusional is never going to inspire good feelings from anyone else.

But how rude of me! I was talking about why I was in a good mood and I went on a bit of a rant there. For you, the listener who won't fell to such delirious thoughts, I will be speaking now. The rest can rot in hell for all I care. No, no, that is not a threat. It's a warning. There's a difference.

The party of Rosie was a success. Again, discouting unnecesary words that were said. It seemed that everyone in town decided to congregate there at once and Rosie told me that she was out of strawberry macaroon in less than one hour, per my recommendation. I do thank you all for that.

Between the talking and laughing, Rosie took me by the arm to direct me to Lucifer. I haven't noticed him at all until then. Not him or the fact that a group of people were around him, bunch of vipers all demanding his attention. I could just smell the gold digger stank from the door.

But what I really didn't see is the little girl hanging from his hand that smiled so easily to everyone in front of her. Two puppies were right next to her, as if to protect her.

The presence of Rosie was enough to disperse everyone so soon I was once again in front of the tiny man. His hair looked stupid as always, this time with a butterfly hairpin that, I imagine, his daughter must have put on him that morning and he forgot to take it out. Or he wanted to make a fashion statement, who knows.

Rosie was the one to speak first. She started by apologizing on my behalf for reading about his life here on the last broadcast. I wouldn't have gone so far to say that to his face but I… wasn't proud of that either. However rational and objective my worries were. So I am thankful that Rosie could say the words so much better than I could.

She told him to please not take it personally. It's only natural to be curious about new people when we all live on such a small town where everyone knows everyone. I did side eyed her a little when she downplayed all of my comments about him being a criminal and hiding something as me "just kidding around and playing it up for the show." Rosie, my dear, I am literally never more sincere than when I am in front of this mic.

Excuse me for having the best interest of this community at heart.

But I didn't feel like having an argument right there and then, so I let her continue. I should really get her sometime on here because that woman truly has a way with words. She could convince a flame to buy a gallon of water to drink.

The tiny toy maker smiled, with that stupid indulgent smile he has, and said that it was okay. I haven't said anything that anyone couldn't google by themselves and he was used to media outlets talking, he said. Whatever the hell that google thing was.

As if sparring me some grace, the little judge and jury. I wasn't that sorry anyway.

The more this man spoke to me, the more I had to wonder who did he thought he was. Looking up from his tiny height with those big doe eyes from hell that could swallow up entire cities. It was cutting out my breath as if his hand was a claw around my neck. I could barely hold it together to not make an excuse and ran away from him. You all can blame Rosie firm grasp for that, I know I do.

To make matters worse, that was her party, so she couldn't stay to talk with just one person and had to move around, leaving me alone with that man.

I never had anything but care and respect for Rosie, but I almost despise her a little bit at that moment. Then, suddenly, something brushed my hand and my soul could have jumped out of my mouth before looking down to see Charlie trying to grab my sleeve for attention.

I kneeled down to hear what she had to say. My mom raised a man with manners so I wasn't about to let a lady hanging. Her father could be a untrustworthy monster, but that wasn't her fault.

When I heard the words she whispered into my ear, I laughed. I couldn't contain myself. Lucifer asked what was so funny, so I was glad to tell him. She wanted me to hold her up so she could see the chocolate on the top shelfs.

You know, because her dad was so tiny that he didn't reach it himself, ha!

Children can truly be ruthless sometimes. I forget that is one of their virtues.

Oh, the red that tinted his cheeks wasn't disgusting at all. I wouldn't mind seeing something like that again. Now it was his turn to struggle to find something to say before giving me permission to do just that. I just love the smell of justice, dear listener, don't you?

Charlie, despite her unfortunate genetics, was a good kid that didn't move that much when I lift her up, telling her about the expensive chocolate exactly as how I remembered Rosie explaining them to me. On the lower shelf was the candy destined for children, full of fun colors and more simple designs, but up there was the fancy selection.

That kind of chocolate that comes from other countries, has weird ingredients on it or is just filled with some kind of alcohol. In my personal opinion, the ones with brandy were the best.

But somehow I imagined that Lucifer wasn't the kind of "cool dad" that would let his toddler get drunk on chocolate, so I kept my recommendation on the non alcoholic options. At last, Charlie choose a box with simple truffles covered in chocolate, but painted to look like jewells. She looked more happy with how pretty they were than with the idea of eating them.

One of Rosie's employees finalized the purchase, that Lucifer of course had to do without blinking an eye for the price and I had to my roll my eyes at the display.

We get it, you have money. You have a fortune out of your own work, you are the one true American dream. There is no need to brag about it. Arrogant much?

Ah, but my sense of friendship force me to tell you all that the prices of Rosie's Chocolate Botique are 100% fair and just, not inflated at all in the slightest. I am just a poor and bitter soul who only enjoys those brandy candy when my good friend brings them to me for her visits. The ones with the red wrapping for the next time, Rosie, dear, yes?

But coming back to my tale, I have to say that, despite everything I have seen, I can still very much be surprised. When Charlie opened up her new box, I thought she was just going to eat her chocolate right there, as she had every right to do. Instead she took out a piece that was coloured like a ruby and put it on my hand.

She said that one was for me. Then she gave another one in blue to her father. And she ran around the place to find Rosie, her puppies following behind, just to give her another one that I couldn't get to see. Rosie was so moved by this small gesture that she made a high pitch noise as she hugged the kid, assuring Lucifer that she was so cute that she would never eat her up.

Don't you mean that you could, asked Lucifer.

Rosie laughed and kissed both cheeks of Charlie before putting her on the floor. She also tried to feed the chocolate to her puppies later on, but Lucifer caught her on time.

They weren't even real puppies for what he told me so it's not like they were going to get sick. But it was so annoying cleaning up their insides if food got stuck on them so it was better to not give them any. They were prototypes for eternal puppies he wanted to make. Robots covered in fur called Dazzle and Razzle, just for Charlie. I did not say it, and I am still not going to say it, but it could have almost fooled me. Almost.

The rest of the party was splendid. You wouldn't even remember that this was all thanks because a woman died in a terribly gruesome and painful way. Not that I would know anything about it.

There was still plenty of buzz around when I decided it was enough for me. Charlie was completely out against the chest of her father and Lucifer kept his coat on top of her to protect her from the cold. I was saying that I always enjoyed Rosie's parties, but I needed to go back home to sleep early because, well, you are listening the reason right now.

Lucifer was bitting his lip and looking at everywhere while I was saying my goodbyes. He looked so miserably lost that I finally asked if something was wrong.

That is when he invited me to take a coffee if I wanted to.

Now, listener, don't get the wrong impression. I mean it and no, ignore the static, we are all ignoring it right now.

Listen to what I am actually saying instead of coming out with your own wild interpretations. I know you can do it. You are smart. That is why you are hearing the radio instead of googling.

I said yes. Only because this man looked so pitiful and pathetic that saying no would be like kicking a puppy after killing it's mom in front of him. Too damn easy. His stupid big eyes were too big that night, blame them. Like I have said many times and demostrated countless others, I am no monster.

So I said yes out of pity and absolutely nothing else. A mercy date. I should be louded for it if nothing else.

Besides, it's just a cup of coffee. No need to make a bigger deal of it than it is. Even thought it's still a huge inconvenience for me. I have a very busy schedule, listener, you see, so it's really hard to make an space for such act of charity. Damned my blasted sense of common decency.

Mmm.

Oh, but that is not the reason why I am in a good mood! Not at all! In fact, I barely even thought about it the rest of the night on the way home. I almost completely forgot about it until right now that I told you!

No, the reason I am happy is because I got to taste that ruby chocolate with my coffe this morning. The chocolate was great. Amazing value for it's price, clearly worth every penny.

What, did you thought it was anything else?

Does a man really need a reason to smile, dear listener? Isn't enough that he does? We all should probably smile more often. Maybe then we won't let our imagination bring out the worst of us.

I should really know where that music is coming from.

Now, the weather…"

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x alastor #my fanfic #hazbin hotel au

[itstheghostofmypast]

🌻Imperfections🌻

Draco Malfoy x (f)Reader (Hufflepuff)

Summary: Perfection is what defined those who were above the rest- yet, she could not be part of the perfection that defined him. Defined his society and very presence- defined her own family but not her. She was the imperfection within his world of perfection, the bright sun in his cool, pale blue sky. For even if she was the warm sun, he was nothing more than the silver moon- both destined to live in the same sky but never together.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

AU: NO VOLDEMORT - Plus Cedric is vibing, I'm sorry he's too precious.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts

Part- 4/?

Masterlist / Previous

28th September

I truly fail to understand how a parent cannot love a child. Is blood not to be thicker than water? A being stronger than a name or title, perhaps these were all metaphoric beliefs passed down by a delusional fool, for my family has, and always will, prove to me that my birth is a sigil of shame on the insignia of our family. A birth that only exists for the family archives, in a file locked away behind the vault.  

It is only worsened by the letter I had received today- letters actually, though one hurt me more than the other. Mother really is a work of art. I feel like the only bright side of today was meeting Draco. A bit weird- a few screws too tight but he's alright.

Scoffing at the conclusion, he flipped the page, "Like she's any better."

29th September

I have a feeling that I'm going insane. I've done so much, and tried so hard, but that same nightmare keeps haunting me. The moment my head hits the pillow it starts to manifest around me. One minute I'm up in the skies and the next I'm falling and falling and falling.

1st October

 I think I've got it, maybe I've been dreaming of falling off the astronomy tower, maybe because I sit so close to the edge. Draco told me to move too- could be it. Sometimes, perhaps, more often than just some, I do wonder if I were to tip-off. What if the only way to end this curse would be to do

Frowning at the statement he flipped over the page, to find a new entry. Why did she stop, what was the cure? Wait, so there was a way to end the curse- but then again, he didn't know what the curse was in the first place. She just assumed it was the fact that she was a Puff- but technically that's not a curse. Well, it is in its way- but not the hex kind. Maybe if he dug into it a bit- no wait, what was he thinking, not only had he made it clear to her how the two were from two different worlds, but she most probably could not even stand listening to his name, let alone have a whole conversation with him- especially one that revolved around such an unpleasant topic. Sighing he flipped onto the next entry.

3rd October

Draco confuses me, at times I feel like we are friends, but only moments later I am reminded about my status, being put back in place. Like that day he was staring at me in class, I could feel it, and when our eyes met...it was like it was just us, no one around us, nothing stopping us- or perhaps I am but a foolish girl, my own heart has begun to play tricks on me. Or maybe I finally saw someone of the same air not judge me? Not belittle me or not look at me with pity. Then he was upset during practice like I was nothing more than a stranger to him, well, I do feel like he was not upset, but jealous, Zabini had come a bit too close for comfort, and if he had not pulled away the fool, I may have let my intrusive thoughts win, much to everyone’s displeasure- especially Cedric.

Why in the good name of Heaven must she mention that fool? Scoffing he scowled at the name, bloody bastard took most of her attention and time- creep needs to be put- wait, did she just? His eyes scanned through the paragraph once more, again, and again, so it was true then. Zabini was right, this sickening feeling of being choked into ecstasy was not a one-sided curse he was suffering, it was her too- well, probably not anymore, considering he had just been humiliated for the last time. He’d be lying if he were to say he felt any joy in doing so, once again, this was done for two reasons; to preserve his reputation and to keep her out of harm’s way. Only this little tactic had begun to take a toll on him, whether he would ever admit it out loud or not, she had slowly seeped into his being, the essence of his soul- his mind (much like now) had been racing with thoughts of her, his fingers would twitch at the subtle thought of her, or if he’d see her in the hallways, during the time of ‘abstaining from the puff’ as Zabini called it. He was itching to feel her warmth, to feel her soft palm against his cold, clammy ones, using her warmth to put an end to the blizzard that had frozen most of him. These thoughts were nothing more than thoughts though, no good came from acting on them, which is why he held back- in fact, he was surprised that he was able to hold back tonight when she was only a breath away before confessing, his brain had malfunctioned, fixated not on the argument but her lips, noting the slight quiver of her lip, wanting to feel them against his, that would explain how he hand ended up confessing, instead of saying something else, something that would have hurt her less. Perhaps, at the end of it all, he was just a hormonal teenage boy, wearing a cloak of pretence- a mere boy, with no self-control, or maturity; so, was he then, imperfect?

4th October

It disgusts me, no, it haunts me, these feelings, these things swirling inside me. I cannot get rid of them; I cannot get rid of him. I feel as if my own heart has it against me, pulling me towards what I can never have, people who will never love me. I fought with Cedric today, it was awful, I felt awful, especially if I consider our history, how he has been nothing more than readily available to pick me up whenever I fell. A part of me enjoys it, embracing it as some kind of love, such as finding a lost duck or an injured animal, one you only help bring back to its feet and then let go of it. Then I wonder if I am no different than a feral animal. Is that what I am to him? Is that what I am to my parents? Does Draco think of me in such a manner as well? Or perhaps I am a mere jester, he is keeping sound for his own amusement. I think of this, yet, I spent hours begging the same fool I fought with in the morning, begging him to give me the handbook for captains. What's funny is he knew, he knew why I wanted it, and while giving it to me he gave me that look. The last time he looked at me like that was when I almost- I mean I was about to do it. Can't anymore though, the grill is installed pretty well. Once again, it was sickening, watching him care for me, being upset over my actions. I had assumed Draco would have the same look when I handed him the book, no, he didn't. It was different, it made me feel different, like a prickling sensation, one that had my imprudent, immature heart struggling against my ribs, wanting to jump into his breast pocket, to be closer to his own.

Slamming the diary shut he sat up, his own hands covering his face, palms pressing against his warm buzzing cheeks. This may have not been a good idea, but she was so hard to read and the fact that she felt this way about him, his parents were never this excited to see him and then this random puff pixie fluttered into his heart. Sighing he slid off the bed, feet pressing against the cold floor, his body too warm for comfort, the enormous room felt like it was closing in on him. Grabbing his robes, he marched out, taking in deep breaths, he was going to do it. He was going to find the cure, he was going to fix this curse, perhaps only then could he be free to have her- even if she was a Hufflepuff. While on his journey up a flight of stairs, he realized how his muscle memory had led him to the astronomy tower once more, but the bubbling cluster of endorphins left no room for annoyance. That’s what surprised him even more, for months, no almost years, he had been wrapped in the claws of every bitter feeling out there, and here he was, just thinking about her, he was willing to throw to waste the efforts of ignoring her for the past few months, impulsively jumping into a puddle of feelings, an unknown territory.

With a boom the door burst open, feet planting firmly on the floor as his eyes scanned the room, nearly missing the figure standing a bit too close to the edge. Closing the door behind him he walked in slowly, trying not to scare the person- her off, a flinch would have been enough for her to topple off. “Hey- get off from there.” He spat, wincing at his tone, really Draco Malfoy, use that tone with someone who is already at the edge, literally and metaphorically.

Flinching at the tone, her head whipped in his direction, what was he doing her? Bloodshot eyes meeting his, watching his expression morph into one that represented terror that is seen in the eyes of a lost child.

“Y/N”

“What…are you doing here?” she whispered, not moving an inch, standing still at her spot.

“I just wanted some fresh air and- get off, get off from there this instance, I- you-move!” stumbling over his words he moved closer to her, only to freeze when she turned back to look up at the sky, taking in a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to savour the peace she had lost long ago.

“I’m so tired…I’m going to fix this once and for all, so leave.”

“WAIT!”

Sighing at his tone, she opened her eyes, staring ahead. “I’ve never liked the night, it’s dark, I’ve always been afraid of the dark. It’s so quiet you can hear the thoughts of your thoughts, do you know, the lake over there, you can’t go there at night. They have creature patrolling around it, and even if you do make it to the water, they have night watchers in the water. I tried it you know.” With an empty chuckle she pointed ahead, not that he was looking at it, he was far more bothered for her safety, slowly inching closer to her, “But I’ve yearned for it, the darkness, I realised long ago, that this was the only way, but those bloody fools pulled me to the surface before I could fully embrace the cold.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I am terribly sorry, I was wrong, it was wrong and selfish of me.” Whispering he stood a few steps away, “But I promise I’ll help you find the cure and then we can-“

“THIS IS THE CURE YOU FOOL!” turning around in rage, she almost lost her footing, somewhat glad she wouldn’t be facing her end like that, confrontation was never her strong suit, not was looking at the face of her problems, who knew the person who loved to fly across the skies was willing to fall down from grace within the same space.

Never in his life had he moved quicker, perhaps not even in the field, not while playing against Potter, not while running away from his fears, but for her, at that very moment, he realised he would face death itself, fight it with his bare fists, just to keep it away from her. For once he was glad his mind let his body run on autopilot, no argument, no debate or pondering about the pros or cons, but a quick flip of a switch had led him to grip her wrist, jerking her towards him, her body colliding on top of his. The persistent ringing in his ears slowly faded away, trying to rearrange his thoughts he slowly blinked up at the ceiling, his arms tightening around the shivering figure pressed into him, a hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her to let it all out, pressing her face into his shoulder. He was unsure of wear he had picked up on this, never really one to receive comfort in such a physical manner, let alone provide it to someone else, but once again, she wasn’t just someone else. His other hand gently stroked her back, and slowly it began to piece together, the grills at her window, the disappointment of Cedric, this wasn’t just a one-time occurrence, how could he have missed the signs? He was reading her diary, but was so caught up in his own little emotions like a little school girl that he had not been able to take in the bigger picture, what she had assumed was the solution was not beneficial for her, but for others around her, her family. What kind of twisted lunatic would come up with such a solution? He understood the whole notion of being selfless, but this was not an act of selflessness, it was mere stupidity, why was she to suffer for the lack of tolerance and abundant ignorance her family possessed? Why was she being punished for being herself? Who were they to punish her for something she had no control over? At this point he wondered if the curse was her being a Hufflepuff or being born in a family of bigots.

“Draco?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can you- I mean, can I- umm…”

“I’m still very upset with you.”

“I know but I-

“What.”

Lifting her head up she stared at him, eyes puffy and a nose as red as a cherry, cute- until she placed her hands on either side of his head, watching a faint blush spread across his face. “I know you like me, but skipping to third base isn’t my style.” With that she pressed herself against him ever so slightly, causing him to shift uncomfortably, slowly pushing her off until she way laying beside him, staring at the same spot on the ceiling with him.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re the first person I’ve met who says that but doesn’t let me di-

“Shut up.” Turning his head to glare out her he growled, “I swear upon my own life if you ever try to pull something like that again or even think of it, I’ll” pausing for a moment, trying to think of a threat, “…I’ll…do something.”

“I’m sure you will.” Following his movement she met his eyes, “thank you.” Their words slowly turning into hushed whispers, subconsciously moving closer to one another.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“I umm…kind of found your diary.”

“…”

“I’m so sorry, I- I couldn’t help myself from reading it.”

Sighing she looked away, choosing to look back up at the ceiling once more, trying to hide her flushed face, clearing her throat, “It’s…okay.”

“In my defense, your expression of writing is beautiful.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.”

“You’re phrasing and choice of words is immaculate.”

“Okay. We really don’t have to talk about it.”

“I have similar feelings towards you but I was unable to decipher them, but you, no the way you expressed it all-

“And we’re done for the night, thank you very much, I’d like you to” instantly sitting up she dusted off her robes, “return it to me tomorrow, like a good boy.” Eyes darting to his laying figure, noticing the smile that had graced his lips, not one of the small one’s she had seen before, no this was different. It was one of those boyish smiles, wide and cocky, you’d read about in teen romance novels, those sappy things you’d keep under your bed, one that had the girl’s heart leaping with joy, much like hers did at the sight.

“Or we could,” standing up, much taller than her he peered down at her curious gaze, “burn it together. Write something else, something new, something better.” His hand slowly reached for her face, fingers grazing over her warm cheek, trying to keep the urge of kissing her at bay, “What do you think?”

“I’d like that.” Her words but a whisper, too focused on watching him slowly lower to her level, hovering a mere breath above her face, the puffs of their breath mingling together, “Can I…” his eyes flickered to her lips then back at hers, waiting for her approval, one he’d thought she’d readily give him; he was Draco Malfoy after all and on top of that she did like him- as was proven in many pages of her diary.

“Earn it.”

“Thank- excuse me?” He squawked as she gently pushed him away, licking her lips, teasing him- he was sure of it, as she walked towards the door, turning to give him one last look before leaving, closing the door behind her.

“Earn it, Draco Malfoy, can’t write the climax before settling in with a few establishing chapters.”

Oh, he was in one hell of a ride.

A/N: Well, this took forever. Honestly, I wrote several chapters but nothing clicked, finally wrote something which seems decent enough. I hope you all like it- dw the next one is pure fluff.❤️ If you want to be part of my tag list please fill the form on the Navigation Post❤️ (I've tagged a few people who aren't tagged, so I'm not sure why this happened)

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[veliamore]

hi, hello! Could I request a (romantic) Teru with a supernatural reader? Reader is a girl and has eaten the same thing that Nene did when turned into a fish (I don't know some specific English terms, sorry!).

But! Reader is in disguise as a student and is actually very smart and gentle with everyone.

Thanks if you'll do it 🥲💕 you already do sm work and I appreciate it!

!! : reader in this is a girl , but please see it as a boy or non binary person too if you'd like !! This turned out different from what i expected tbh , maybe i made Teru a little bit ooc -

" you aren't as bad as i thought ... "

You were originally one of the fishes that served the Mermaid , when she gave you the task to wander around as a human to look for other students to turn into other fishes , that's when you met Teru Minamoto ; he wasn't really known where you lived but still , everyone knew he was an exorcist you needed to avoid if you wanted to survive. You still weren't accustomed to the daily life of humans , so it was a matter of time before the exorcist noticed you. You tried everything to get as many people as possible so that you could bring them to the Mermaid , but as days , weeks passed , you came to the conclusion that human life isn't all that bad.

Classes were over and your last friend left you to head back home , it was your turn today to clean the room ; you've always been a curious fish - or human , so experimenting new things has never been tiring for you , though its been long since you've last been a fish , and to tell the truth , the marine world was a bit missing. As you were cleaning the black board you hear some voices coming from the back of the class , you laid down the cloth and went to check , and to your surprise , a few fishes that served the Mermaid with you had come to visit you

"you guys ! What are you doing here ? " you said while crouching down " we could ask you the same thing [ name ] !! Its been weeks since our adored Mermaid sent you to bring some humans down with us and i see you cleaning a classroom !? " your smile dropped as your companion continued to scold you , when suddendly a strong light came towards you , barely giving you time to dodge it. Your eyes opened wide as you saw the exorcist Teru Minamoto to the other side of the class

" i knew there was something off about you , you follow the Mermaid so i don't think you'll last long against me , just surrender already please " his expression was terrifying , it seemed like he wanted to get rid of you without even listening to what you had to say " w- wait ! Please listen to me before exorcise me , im not a bad supernatural !! " as you said those words Teru had a flashback of his little brother saying the same thing , maybe it was that the motive he stopped to hear your complaints " well then speak now , before i regret my decision " you mentally cheared " as you said im not a dangerous supernatural , i don't have a weapon with me and i never hurted everybody , i just follow instructions that other people give me ! When days passed by and i got to know more of the human life i was enchanted by it ; i just wanna live a normal life !! " he started laughing while looking down " supernaturals ... living a normal life ? That's kind of funny if you think about it , delusional even ... you should know better than everyone that ghosts , sovrannatural creatures can't have a normal life " you looked down , trying not to despair yourself in front of the exorcist " though " he continued while putting his weapon down " i will give you a second chance " your eyes wandered to his own , looking at him in surprise " but remember , s misstep and i'll exorcise you instantly " and with that , he got out of the class..

the next weeks you always felt his eyes on you , everywhere you went he always followed you in some ways , it was scary and irritating ; everytime you tried to talk with a friend of yours he always had to take you away

" [ name ] .. are you and Minamoto senpai .... a couple ? " a friend asked you " WHAT !? No we aren't , why would you think that !? " " well you guys are always seen together and when someone tries to talk to you he always takes you away … is he maybe jealous ~ ? " your cheeks were on fire , you knew Teru was good looking and being around him was something special for everyone in the school , but it wasn’t like that between you two … " i swear we aren’t together , im just … helping him with something , yeah ! " you of course lied " if you say so … "

you and Teru were walking in the halls together " why are you still with me , classes are over and there’s no one now , im not gonna do anything " you said still thinking about what your friend last said to you " you mind that much ? Do you hate me that much [ name ] ? " you looked at him dumb folded ' you were the one trying to exocise me … ' you thought for yourself " about me following you .. i came to the conclusion that you don’t seem a bad supernatural , so im not going to exorcise you .. for now " " I HEARD THAT " ; so from that day on Teru stopped following you everywhere and left you alone for some time , though you had to admit you were feeling kinda lonely without him watching over you , you ' missed ' him , maybe you did have some feelings for him , an exorcist and a supernatural .. how ironic. " If you really miss him go and tell him ! " you confessed your emotions to your friend , and now she / he was giving you every advice they had in mind " if you wait too long for him to come back to you someone might beat you and be with him before you do and you ain’t risking that are you ? "

So here you are now , in front of the door of the students council room , re - thinking about your life decisions , what if he would just laugh at you or telling you to leave him alone before he would exorcise you ..? Before you could turn your back and leaving the door opened revealing the blonde exorcist " oh [ name ] what are you doing here ? " your hands started to sweat and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes " o- oh i uhm .. uhm i just wanted to say i - … " " wait , before you speak i have something to say .. " he let you in the room with him and closed the door ' thank god ' you felt more relieved letting him speak first " i guess you probably still see me as dangerous overall everything that happened , but i do really mean it when i say that i don’t see you as a danger to the students anymore , if you’re willing to be next to me , not as a treat but as a partner , i would be the happiest guy in the school " he admitted looking at you with eyes filled with .. adoration.

You don’t remember what exactly happened after that , maybe because you felt too overwhelmed by the new emotions you felt , what you do know is that now you and Teru still pass the time together , but not as an exorcist and a supernatural , but as a couple , and you feel like you wouldn’t trade this with anything in the world

The end is kinda lame but i feel so tired so that’s all , hope you liked it !!

#anime #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #tbhk headcanons #jshk x reader #teru minamoto #teru minamoto x reader #teru oneshot #teru headcanons #x reader #reader insert

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Could you explain a bit better what you meant with this sentence about your thoughts on jikook?

"But I also wouldn't be totally surprised if what looks as obvious right now to actually not mean what a lot of us think simply because we're missing information."

What I meant was how can I be absolutely convinced that my perception and understanding of what I see is right when there's so much information that I don't know. Big puzzle pieces missing because I don't have access to them and I shouldn't anyway.

I too see what so many people who ship/support Jikook see. Of course I can say that I'm not blind, it's so obvious that both of them leave a certain impression that leads people to believe they are/might be in a relationship together. And we say that based on what we see and our own understanding of relationships. Wether we are in one ourselves or maybe we recognize the romance signs from those around us or from fiction. The point is, most of us are able to identity certain markers that can indicate that. I'm starting to sound way too technical by using this language, ugh. Anon, we all know what love is or what it looks like. The same with attraction. That's it. It's that simple. And we see it when we look at other people, be it on the street, in a cafe, at the cinema or on the screen.

But does this mean there are no chances of us being wrong? Of course there are. We show our social self to the world and we perform our own self and in connection to others. And it differs depending of where we find ourselves in private or public spheres.

In that case, Jimin and Jungkook have this entire life outside of what we see and most importantly what they want us to see and what not. They have friends and acquitances we have no idea about. Maybe they spend their day with those people on an almost daily basis and we wouldn't know because perhaps there are no photos. You see what I mean?

Nevertheless, shipping within common sense is fine. It's about having fun and getting giddy at seeing how they are together and thinking there is more to it. But of course it's not always like that. It's more of an ideal situation in which not many people find themselves in. The rest are invested. Which on a surface level would be easy to criticize or mock, but aren't all fans invested, regardless of their interests in BTS and their role in the fandom? There's that common understanding that the group showed up in people's lives when they needed it. And while it is true in a positive sense, it also showed up when people are having some unfulfilled emotional needs. That's not something to feel ashamed about. We humans can be so miserable and unhappy and depressed more and more and we see it everywhere. That's another facet of getting into the fandom and consequently going down the shipping/supporting road. Because whether we are sad or happy with our lives, we are still sappy and in love with the idea of love. And we go down the rabbit hole and it feels so nice. Until it doesn't and suddenly it's ugly and some people want out. They get miserable and instead of making their peace with it, they send anon asks that start with "I'm an ex-jikooker" and so on.

Anyway, bear with me, I'm close to having a conclusion to all this. So, what does this mean? Should we all have or always express some doubt because we have to be anchored in reality? So we don't find ourselves being called delusional or sick for believing something so simple as two people who might be in love? No. And you know why I don't feel guilty? Because I'm not the one doing it. I'm not the one behaving in a way that makes people believe I may be in love with my bandmate. I'm not the one ok with having that being made public or have flirty conversations on public platforms. And they are also not idiots. Let's be very clear about that. They are not. If we can draw conclusions so easily based on everything we see, rest assured they too are aware of how they come across. They are not some rookie idols six months into their debut at 15 years old. They are adults and this is the image they are fine with projecting. Be it real or not. Me or you and everyone else who is interested in them will see it. And if turns out we were wrong, two things to have in mind. Some people will feel shitty for various reasons. Some selfish and crazy, but a more common one would be having to accept that our beliefs are wrong, that we spent time and time again talking and thinking about something that made sense, based on logic and all of a sudden, it is not. But that's something each has to deal with.

What it is very important to note though, is that this is not a one way street. Opinions were made based on content and things those two people have said to each other and about each other. If one is delusional for drawing conclusions it's also because Jimin and Jungkook had their contribution to it. What we do with that is entirely our own responsibility. Some go bat shit crazy, like a group did when holding hands on the street of Paris was the rave for a few days and others will have other reactions. But let's not demonize fans completely and diminish the role of those who are actively offering the "material".

Seeing so many people in the fandom holding their breath waiting for "jikook to be debunked" is a lot more pathetic than those who ship them. I wonder if that same expectation is there for all the other ships that involve Jimin and Jungkook. My guess is not, which tells you a lot. It's a waiting game that is done through sending the same ill intentioned ask to bloggers to rile them up. It's making blogs or turning them into spaces for ex-jikookers. It's about making polls to have shippers and ex-shippers talk about how they would react when/if it ends. It's a game in which there is the need to win. Those who are not enjoying or aren't directly involved are not only eager to participate, but they are the ones who create the games, which says a lot more about how this one damn ship can really affect people from all corners of the fandom.

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[thegreenleavesofspring]

d'you mind elaborating on your ghost-beliefs? I'm curious (no pressure if you don't want to, or feel free to dm me if you'd prefer)

I would be THRILLED.

I am going to preface this with a criticism of Protestant leaders at large, specifically in the Western cultures: they have, by and large, entirely ceded the spiritual battleground to Satan in order to concentrate on capitulating more completely in the physical realm.

Further disclaimer: I was raised in the school of thought of "Ghosts are not real, you are delusional or seeing demons". I believed this wholeheartedly until I was in my twenties and started seeing them. This confounded me badly; I tried denial for a bit but once spirits figure out you can see them they don't really... leave you alone. I was then terrified I was losing either my mind or, worse, my faith, so I went a-hunting through the Bible, trying to reconcile what I'd been taught with the reality I could no longer deny.

Nowhere does the Bible say ghosts don't exist. In fact it comes right out and says that they do, once, and assumes their reality in other places.

The Witch of Endor summoned Samuel's ghost. (It should be noted that he was resting and at peace and was summoned, which makes him... not precisely a ghost as I see them but also, yes. A spirit of the dead.)

The disciples believed the risen Jesus was a ghost. They were reproved for their lack of faith in His words, but never were they reproved for believing in ghosts. In fact Jesus encouraged Thomas' belief by telling Thomas to touch him to prove His physical presence.

The dead got up and walked around during the Crucifixion (and I'd really like more details about that but alas.)

When Peter was released from prison, the disciples believed it was his 'angel' (or ghost?)

1 Corinthians 12:10 (that whole chapter is fantastic and also not widely taught)

So that's that. Biblical support.

Now how in blazes are ghosts possible when it says once for man to die and then the judgment?

This one I had to tumble around in my mind for a bit and I finally came to the conclusion that the answer lies in: Man is made in God's image. I've always heard this taught as body shape when it's taught at all, but I think that's not the whole picture.

I think human beings are triune the same way God is triune. In our case, here on earth, that takes the form of physical body/flesh - soul (which goes on to the eternal reward after the death of the body - and what I call the spirit, for lack of a better word - the mind, personality, and memories of the person; what makes us, us. This is what - as far as I can tell; mind you, I can see them, I don't ask a lot of questions - this is what lingers when the body dies and the soul moves on to be with God, or not.

I will add that the dead are meant to rest (sleep, as the Bible calls it). They want to. They're meant to. There's not really any such thing as a 'vengeful ghost' - those are demons masquerading. Ghosts look terrifying and feel terrifying and most the ones I've met have been shatteringly polite and apologetic and just want to rest, please.

Anyway yeah. Ghosts are real and angels are real and demons are real and I've met very, very few people who aren't a mass of confusion if not outright denial. And I wouldn't be surprised if I just lost half my followers with this but I'll admit it's good to be able to break silence at last.

PS: I'm not a witch or possessed. I have been Exorcised and everything. 🙄 I'm just using the gift God gave me.

[fullsunsets]

4| Fine Line | Jaehyun

Jeong Jaehyun x Female!OC Park Hana

Angst + Fluff + Mature

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning/Notes:  No graphic sex scenes, but minors should still be careful with the following: alcohol abuse, crude language, allusions to corporate abuse, and allusions to sexual promiscuity. Manager Kim is hella annoying. But don't worry, he will get worse.

Summary: Two exes are brought together when both will be leads for the next anticipated drama. Park Hana, an upcoming actress, is not very pleased to act alongside her ex. Jeong Jaehyun, an established actor, has come to the conclusion he wants her back. Would this new project bring them closer once again or push them apart even further?

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Week 3 is already here and Hana cannot wait for the next two weeks to pass. Don’t misunderstand her, she’s happy to be in Boston and she’s enjoying her time with her family and old friends. But as the scenes keep getting more and more intimate with Chansung and Soojin, she doesn’t know if she can hold it for long. At the very least, she’s glad she doesn’t need to kiss him yet. However, she won’t be surprised if they want to start filming those scenes right away when they get back. 

Ever since Donghyuck made explicitly clear he and Hana are not dating by openly flirting around, people have been outspoken over Jaehyun’s and Hana’s so-called chemistry. She wonders if they even know what chemistry is because she tries to run in almost every scene that involves being near Jaehyun. She hasn’t seen any of the scenes so she has no idea if they’re being delusional or she’s pulling it off.

However, her bigger concern right now is Naomi. She hasn’t asked Hana anything about her ex, but she notices the way her friend's face turns into worry every once in a while. She does not regret telling her friend, she knows she means well, so she tries to reassure her friend she has moved on. Naomi has nothing to worry about.

Or so she thought.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Ever since you told me about your ex you have looked more stressful. You even had to do a retake earlier. Last time that happened I had to reunite all of our friends,” Naomi asks concerned and Hana bites her lip, she has indeed been having a hard time since Donghyuck’s birthday. 

“It has nothing to do with that. Why would I be stressing about an ex that’s not even around?” she lies, “Plus, I thought you wanted me to worry less about retakes.”

Her friend seems to get the memo because she stops as she quietly apologizes. Hana assures her she’s not mad. The intentions were good and she understands it. But right now she doesn’t want to be thinking about it. As if they heard her cries for distraction, Manager Jeon comes to notify them they should come out to film. Both friends go out to find most of the crew ready. 

Jaehyun is standing in the middle of the set looking at his script until Hana approaches. He lifts his gaze once she’s standing in front of him but he remains quiet. Since their last argument, he has refrained from talking to her unless the cameras are rolling, instead, he just looks at her. It makes her tense, but she suspects is his way to get her to speak to him so she stands her ground. 

“Action!” they hear Director Kim call out and both of them warp into their characters. 

The scene flows with no problem until Jaehyun wraps one arm around her. She tries to remind herself this is not Jaehyun right now, but Chansung. Her shoulders relax and she smiles back at him. This is not her being in love with Jaehyun but Soojin being in love with Chansung. They are working, becoming two different people. This helps her perform with ease and get lost in the scene. She says the last line, emphasizing her deep feelings for her lover.

Just then the scene ends and the director applauds them. Chansung and Soojin are back to being Jaehyun and Hana and break apart. While just a second ago they looked like lovers now they look like strangers. Quickly, Hana walks towards her stylists, not even acknowledging her costar. This shows to be a poor choice on her part, as everyone takes notice of her icy behavior. 

“What’s wrong with Hana? She’s been so cold to Jaehyun since filming started,” she overhears one staff member gossip and then someone else joins in with a sneer.

“She thinks now that she’s an A-lister she can be bitch to anyone. The typical actress on a power trip,” they comment and Hana clenches her jaw. If only they knew.

Both of them keep talking and giggling at their stupid jokes, not realizing that Hana is listening to everything they’re saying. She wants to say something, but how can she explain herself without people being more suspicious? But she is interrupted when her stylists stop fixing her. When she looks up she notices all of them glaring at the pair. Suddenly, she sees Stylist Im grab a comb and walk towards the staff members.

“Are you here to work or to gossip?” she confronts them while pointing with the comb, “If I knew all production assistants do is sit and chat to get paid I would have become one instead.” 

Both the production assistants look at each other as they stammer. One of them even raises their voice to defend themselves but Stylist Im smacks them with a comb.

“Ouch! I can get you in trouble for that!” they threaten and Stylist Im laughs.

“You think I am threatened? I might be a mere make-up artist to you, but I didn’t survive 12 years in this industry by letting kids like you be disrespectful. I am your coworker as much as Hana is, thus if you had any decency you two wouldn’t be making such comments. Either leave now or I will get you two in trouble,” she barks at them and both straighten themselves as they leave.

Hana bites her leaves as she watches Stylist Im come back looking like she came back from war. Stylist Oh and Stylist Kwon applaud her as they share how much they also wanted to straighten the production assistants.

“Stylist Im, thank you. But you could have gotten in trouble,” she reminds her, but her stylist only smiles.

“Hana-yah, you’re like a little sister like me. I cannot let others talk about you like that. I might not know everything that is going on, but I know you have your reasons. You’re a good person,” Stylist Im reassures her and Hana nods.

“Thanks, eoni,” she hugs her.

“My birthday is coming, do you have anything planned?” Manager Kim asks with a smirk but Jaehyun rolls his eyes.

“No, I don’t. If you want to celebrate go back to Seoul with your family,” Jaehyun responds as he walks to his dressing room.

“I don’t think you want people to see how you treat your manager,” he warns him making Jaehyun laugh.

“And I’m sure you don’t want people to know how much you don’t care about your actor either,” he opens the door to the dressing room and then closes it in Manager Kim’s face.

He sits down although the stylists haven’t arrived. While he waits he grabs his phone and starts playing games. The door opens and he hears Stylist Seo talking to someone outside without realizing he’s inside waiting. When he hears Hana’s name being mentioned he stops and remains quiet.

“Of course, I saw how she ignored Jaehyun yesterday. So unprofessional of her. I don’t care if she’s considered an A-lister now, he’s her sunbae. I even heard she thinks she’s too good for Jaehyun. She didn’t even want him in the drama.  Seriously, such an entitled b-” She almost kept going until Jaehyun finally stood up and cleared his throat. 

“Oh, go on. If you’re going to screw you better go all for it,” he crosses his arms and Stylist Seo blushes as the staff member she was talking to leaves, “I made myself clear when I told you not to spread more rumors. I also said there won’t be third chances.”

“Jaehyun-ssi, please, I-” she rushes to him and bows down, “it’s not my fault. I didn’t start the rumors. Everyone is suspicious of her. You can’t blame us. She’s so cold towards you for no reason.”

Angry at this, he leaves his dressing room as he ignores Stylist Seo following him and calling out to him. He reaches the set where most of the staff is already waiting. Some of them look at him confused when they notice he’s still in his regular clothes and his stylist following. He keeps going, not even noticing that Manager Kim has started calling for him. Once he reaches Director Kim he stops and the latter looks at him delighted but confused. 

“Oh, Jaehyun-ssi! Why are you here? You’re still in your regular clothes,” he points out and Jaehyun nods.

“Can I please say something to the crew? Something important came to my notice,” he explains and Director Kim nods right away. 

“Of course, I don’t mind my actors being outspoken. Go on,” he permits him although still looking confused.

Jaehyun clears his throat and looks at the rest of the crew, even noticing Stylist Seo whispering at Manager Kim. As his expression changes, Jaehyun starts to speak before he’s interrupted

“Whoever started to spread rumors about Park Hana and I better stop. Hana is one of the most professional actresses I have worked with. We have all been working with Hana for months, filming for a few weeks. Y’all should know better. I see how she treats everyone here and I am disappointed this is how you talk behind her back. Just because I am her sunbae and she’s not sucking up to me shouldn’t give anyone permission to say whatever they want. We’re not friends, of course, we won’t be spending time chit-chatting after scenes. So please stop if y’all don’t want me to complain again,” he demands and the crew looks at him in shock, he looks to his side to find Director Kim’s face morphing from shock to anger. He thinks for a second he is going to get yelled at until he sees him look back at the crew.

“I must have been slacking on my duties, because if I had known of this behavior I would have put a stop to it. Some of you have worked with Hana before, Jaehyun is right, you should know better. This is a place to work, not spread rumors like school bullies. It better be the last time something like this has to come to my attention,” Director Kim glares at everyone and then looks back at Jaehyun, “Thank you, Jaehyun-ssi. I have great respect for Hana and I hate to know this is how everyone is treating her behind my back.”

“No worries, sir. I also hate hearing others badmouth my coworkers. I’ll be sure to notify you if something like this ever happens again,” he promises as he bows in respect, “I’ll be heading to my dressing room. Sorry for delaying production.”

After Director Kim tells him to never apologize about it, he starts to walk back to his dressing room. However, he soon notices Donghyuck and Hana have been looking at him. Once Hana realizes he has noticed her she walks away and Jaehyun sighs. He isn’t expecting anything from her, but he wishes she could see he’s being genuine. A scoff is heard from his side and he looks to find Donghyuck rolling his eyes at him.

“Not amount of pretending to care will bring her back,” Donghyuck promises, and Jaehyun looks at his old friend in sadness.

“I’m not pretending to care, Donghyuck,” he admits but Donghyuck glares at him.

“If you truly cared for Hana you wouldn’t have broken our trust,” he sneers, “And don’t ever call me by that name. I’m not your friend anymore.”

“Look, Dong-Haechan,” he holds Donghyyck’s shoulder before he can walk away, “I know I broke your and Hana’s trust, but I am being honest. It’s my fault people are badmouthing her. They have no idea she should be treating me worse than what I’m getting. I don’t expect her to come back by acting nice, I don’t want her to because she deserves better.” 

“At least you know your place, keep it that way,” Donghyuck pushes his hand away and Jaehyun takes a deep breath as he holds back his tears.

Not only did he lose Hana, but a best friend. Why did he let it come to this?

If Jaehyun didn’t know how delusional and greedy his manager is, he would have been surprised right now, but he’s certainly not. After making it clear he had no plans for celebrating Manager Kim’s birthday, he found out the man had reserved a place and told everyone Jaehyun planned it. He wasn’t pleased when he found out the day before and had to go out and try to find a gift. However, not caring at all, he just got an envelope and put some cash on it. At least it was something, right?

While for Donghyuck’s birthday, they went to a family-owned Korean restaurant in Allston, that seemed to be too low for Manager Kim. Instead, today they were close to Downtown Boston in a fancy Japanese restaurant. When they entered, Jaehyun realized Manager Kim must have planned this before they came to Boston. There is no way he could have reserved a place like this in less than a week. Not only that, but he probably paid good money since he reserved the entire place for most of the crew. 

Once the event started, Jaehyun gave the envelope to Manager Kim and then sat far away from him. Some people looked at him surprised, since after that he never addressed his manager again. Instead, he sat next to Director Kim with whom he talked for most of the night. After the incident two days ago, Jaehyung has come to trust and respect the older man even more. The two of them had made sure no more rumors were flying around, even getting the help of Head Producer Park and Producer Lee. To be honest, he is glad they haven’t asked him why he was so adamant about protecting Hana.

As the night went on, it became clear Jaehyun wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be there. A few tables down, Hana, Donghyuck, and Manager Jeon were sitting and not talking much. Naomi and Justin were not invited for unknown reasons, but Hana has her suspicions. She had only met Manager Kim twice before the drama and all were when she was still dating Jaehyun. None of the instances were pleasant as he always went out of his way to point out how much he disliked Hana. There also seemed to be bad blood between him and Manager Jeon. Thus, when they arrived at the restaurant only Hana said ‘Happy birthday’ to the man. Albeit lacking any warmth whatsoever.

She always knew Jaehyun never liked him either, they used to get into disagreement quite easily. However, even she was surprised when she noticed Jaehyun had kept his distance from the man all night. From the moment Manager Kim invited everyone to his birthday party, she knew he was lying when he insisted it was Jaehyun’s idea. But she didn’t know how much their relationship had worsened over the years. A part of her wants to know what happened between those two, but another reminds her Jaehyun is no longer someone important in her life for her to care about. Thus, she focused on enjoying the expensive food and this boring night.

However, Hana couldn’t keep the facade for much longer. Once she noticed everyone gathering she realized it was time to sing Happy Birthday. It might be childish of her, but she’s not standing around with those people and pretending to wish well to the one person who hoped for her career’s downfall. Thus, she stood up and left the building for a breath of fresh air. Not like she was gonna get any. The restaurant was on a narrow street southwest of South Station. The only thing in front of her was an even taller building that seemed to sell office furniture, not too far from her she could see a Dunkin’s. There was something about it so weirdly Boston it made her chuckle. 

“What are you laughing at, weirdo?” she hears Donghyuck from behind her making her jump a little.

“Nothing important, I just thought of something stupid,” she shakes her head but then looks at her friend, “But why are you here?”

“You thought I would want to waste my amazing talents on that classist asshole? If he wants me to sing for him he better pay me,” Donghyuck mouths and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m actually surprised Manager Jeon hasn’t followed you, I feel like they hate him the most out of the three of us,” she points out and Donghyuck shrugs.

“They seemed to be enjoying the food too much to care,” he informs her, “But I did see Jaehyun leave for the bathroom. I guess not even his actor can stand his ass.”

Hana nods, not knowing what to say. She wants to say she does not care, but she cannot deny the small bit of worry creeping at her. 

“About Jaehyun, I guess he meant it when he said he wanted to keep people from spreading rumors. I heard him talk to the producers and some people won’t be part of the Seoul crew after the things they said about you and Jaehyun,” Donghyuck notifies her and Hana looks out at the distance. 

“And what about it?” it’s all she says. 

“I am just warning you, don’t be fooled by his character. We know what he did last time,” he whispers in case someone else comes out, Hana stops and looks at her friend. She knows he means well, but that doesn’t mean she has to like his tone.

“I’m not a child, Donghyuck. Just because I fell for him once doesn’t mean you have to talk to me like I wouldn’t know better this time,” she makes her displeasure known, “I won’t give him a second chance. I’m not stupid.”

Hana doesn’t know what to expect when Screenwriter Ahn asks to meet up with her and Jaehyun. Perhaps some thanks for what they have done so far, or some basic lines she wanted to add. Never in a million years, she would have expected what have just come out of Screenwriter Ahn’s mouth.

“I was thinking we should have a kiss scene,” she grins and both Jaehyun and Hana jump out of their seats.

“A kiss?!” they both yell out and then look at each other taken back. Hana then straightens herself and clears her throat.

“I mean… we haven’t even started filming the main story. Why a kiss?” she tries to reason and Screenwriter waves both her hands in dismissal.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re playing exes and we’re getting a glimpse of your past relationship. Not only what tore you apart but the beautiful parts of the relationship, that way it is easier for the viewers to understand why there would still be feelings present after so long. Besides, after seeing you two act together I realized you two look good together, more than I expected. Your screen chemistry is so great. A kiss scene would just cement that even more,” she beams and Hana shakes her head before she can stop herself.

“I-I don’t know… I’m not so sure,” Hana stutters trying to find a way to protest this without bringing suspicion toward her.

“What Hana is trying to say is that we’re still not comfortable around each other for such scenes. We never even prepared for a possible kiss scene since we were told that would only happen when we start filming in Seoul. Is the scene necessary?” Jaehyun argues surprising Hana, he must have ulterior motives, right?

“Could have fooled us,” Director Kim chuckles, “We all think it’s a great idea. You two are professionals, I’m sure you will pull it off.”

Everyone starts to nod in agreement and Hana sighs. Seeing how everyone agreed Director Kim and Screenwriter Park approve of the scene. There is nothing else they can do. Director Kim tries to suggest when to squeeze the scene in since they only have two weeks of filming. With this Hana gets an idea, she might not be able to stop it, but she might be able to delay it as much as possible.

“We can leave it for the last day of filming,” Hana suggests and all eyes are set on her, “It’s nice to hear we’re great actors, but Jaehyun and I are being honest. We still need a bit more time to get used to each other. Two weeks should be enough, right?”

Director Kim and both producers start to talk between the three of them and then Screenwriter Ahn joins. Hana worries about the outcome, there is no way they will suggest filming the scene immediately, right? It’s still not officially added and they were notified about it only 30 minutes ago.

“Well,” Head Producer looks at Hana and Jaehyun, “Looking at our filming schedule the last day of filming seems to be the only day we have space anyways. Screenwriter Ahn also has to finish writing the scene. Just make sure to work with each other. The scene is already approved.”

Both Hana and Jaehyun nod, but none of them are at peace. They weren’t prepared for this. Hana tries to relax, reminding herself she was going to have to kiss Jaehyun sooner than later anyways. She’s a professional, she can and will do this.

However, a small voice in her head, a tiny voice she does not want to acknowledge keeps going. 

Why is this bothering so much if she insists she has moved on? There is no way she still has feelings for Jaehyun, right?

MASTERLIST

A/N: Chapter 5 should be posted sometime in September. After that, ACT I should be done. I want to keep posting at least one chapter a month, but let's see if it will be possible.

#Sol's orgininals #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #actor au #exes2lovers au #e2l au

[sapphistaedine]

i cannot stop thinking about this so, naturally, in the year of our lord 2023, i’m gonna share it for all the world to see:

“the great war” by blondie taylor swift was made for siuanraine. 

“all that bloodshed, crimson clover"

all they’re trying to do is to survive now (but maybe life is about more than just surviving). to do their duties. to do what’s right. moiraine’s duty is to guide and teach the dragon reborn and siuan called her out bc she failed at doing that. moiraine said that she’d “let a thousand innocent people die if there’s even a chance that he will live.” loads of people actually died in what they thought was the “last battle” in s1, and more people will die in the actual last battle.

“sweet dream was over”

ever since they found out that the dragon was reborn, their lives completely changed. they were talking about their future minutes before they found out about it, and when they did, it was as if that future they talked about was completely wiped from existence. whiplash indeed.

"my hand was the one you reached for / all throughout the great war"

siuanraine have been together for god knows how long, and despite everything they've gone through, all the shit they endured, they’re still together!!! (we do not talk about s2e8 ending here shush) (i am a firm believer that they will find a way to reconcile in s3). in those years they’ve been together, they’ve surely had fights/wars in their relationship. but also–they have an upcoming war they need to be a part of. and i know they’ll find a way to come back to each other, to reach each other’s hands, and fight off the enemies that come their way.

“always remember / tears on the letter / i vowed not to cry anymore / if we survived the great war”

that scene where moiraine was creating a letter for siuan, letting her know she’s been stilled. the poor woman hasn’t slept for how long, got into a fight with her sister, all the while she’s processing her being stilled, finding the right words to say to siuan. she cried on that scene, but not to the point where she let herself breakdown completely. i am amazed at how she composed herself so fast bc if that were me… i’d put a pillow on my face and scream until i passed out. but yeah. once they survive the “great war” which, in this case, is the “last battle”, i’m delusional enough to believe that there’s no more tears to be shed–they will live peacefully, catching fish together, living their best lives away from all the drama.  

don’t even get me started on the last chorus bc it’s oh so perfect

“to that bloodshed, crimson clover / the worst was over”

the last chorus is all about them surviving the last battle. the aftermath. the celebration. they can honor the lives that were lost. here they’re making a toast–the worst is finally over. 

“i vowed i would always be yours / ‘cause we survived the great war”

like??? this reminds me a lot of the oath rod scene. they basically exchanged marriage vows there let’s be real here. but also: they survived the last battle. now they can actually live their best lives.

in conclusion, you have to listen to this song. 

thanks for coming to my ted talk

#i did not expect this to be quite long #lol #why did i create a siuanraine essay at this hour #maybe it’s the hormones #it’s always the hormones isn’t it #but also i miss them #and i think about them everyday #but maybe life is about more than just surviving #yes that’s a clexa quote #the wheel of time #wheel of time #the wheel of time on prime #wot on prime #siuanraine #moiraine damodred #siuan sanche #lesbian #wlw #taylor swift #the great war #midnights #sapphic #sapphic tv #siuaraine #fishwives #living their best lives #after the last battle

[denimini]

"Everyone's entitled to their own opinions, but it makes me sad that a poor quality video was enough for some to drop JK and call him names."

I’m tired of reading this tbh. Some of us think the video is probably real and we don’t call JK names? I haven’t seen Demini and their anons calling him names, or did I miss something? We just think the video is real and it makes us question our previous opinion about Jikook, which in the end we know nothing about or not even 5% of their lives. Sure, some ppl might call him whatever but I haven’t seen any of that around here? Again, we just think the video is real and JK was with that girl and their privacy was invaded. As for me I have 0 idea if she was a fling or a friend, but it does very much look like JK and its apartment, come on. And the amount of ppl focusing on details like the window bay when we all know angles can trick our minds big time is weird. Remember when the very first taennie pic was leaked? The one in the car? So many armys were trying so hard to debunk it, saying it was an edit using a pic of Tae from in the Soop or whatever… well that aged well. I’m not saying the video is 100% real, who knows, could be a hoax, but honestly.. let’s be real, it looks legit. And JK is more than allowed to bring a woman into his apartment, he’s a grown adult, he does whatever he wants with his own private life and I think we’ve all been pretty clear on this blog that the problem was his privacy being invaded. A lot of us are Jikookers who are trying to consider all possibilities here, and if it turns out JK was involved with that woman then good for him. As for me I see no problem with him dating someone else than Jimin even though I used to be pretty hellbent on them being a thing. Well, now I try to take a step back and look at things as objectively as I can. I’m so disappointed in Jikookers pitting at eo and calling us names because we think the video is real. Stop with the cult like mentality.

Thank you for this. It got so tiring always talking about that video and why it can't or can be real. First was the security system, then the couch, the windows.... like, can we put it to rest, please? I did this post to address the 🪟 because I constantly get asks about it, and this is the last time I will engage in conversations about the videos's authenticity unless some new information comes up.

Yes, I believe this is JK and his apartment. No, I don't know who that woman is and what her deal with JK was. I don't have a problem with JK engaging with women, and I wouldn't call him any names ever over it because it is not my business to judge him. It's completely fine and reasonable to wonder, though, what Jikook's relationship is in light of this new information. I see so many accounts acting like people are idiots for thinking this may be JK or that Jikook were not together then, or maybe were never together to begin with, or trying to make some "conclusions" over the nature of their relationship.

We can't "conclude" anything because we know too little, and shipping is like walking a path blindly. You start in one direction, thinking you will find a meadow because you feel grass underneath your feet, but then you end up in a lake. We can only make assumptions based on clues from the partial information we have. The key is that we should be objective while doing it. I see too many people comfortably showing clear subjectivity in their "analyses" by taking small, unrelated things and turning them into a narrative, and then denying everything that may counterpose it.

To me, these types of people are delusional, have no critical thinking, basic logic, or science understanding. In real life and in science, when you are exploring a hypothesis, your deductions should come from the evidence and information you are presented with and not the other way around. If new information becomes available, some of those deductions may turn out to be incorrect. You accept it and continue with your theory in a way that best explains all the data you have available now. Simple.

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook

[twimbs]

dont take me out for this pls god pls

Okay so. I’ve been thinking a lot about Belos and the grimwalkers.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Belos is like a narcissistic parent.

I personally think the grimwalkers would either develop as small children or babies, based on the drawings and some lines from Hunter and Belos. “I’m the youngest scout to become golden guard.” > heavily implies that the grimwalkers are raised as normal scouts first, and Belos chooses what age to make them golden guard and whatnot. Yes it’s possible this is wrong but the rest of the headcanon save like one piece still fits regardless of how you see it.

Before the grimwalkers become golden guard, I believe Belos would treat them ~kind of~ well. He would still be abusive, don’t get me wrong, but some of the things I’ve seen people theorize are. hmmmgh

I definitely think in moments of defiance and anger, Belos would lash out - we’ve seen him do this to Hunter and Collector, so that’s most likely his response to any anger.

However, we also know Belos is a master of manipulation and a liar. He literally told Hunter their family was killed by wild witches. Hunter never questioned this - he never had a reason to.

It’s possible he lied to every golden guard before this the same way. Although less effectively - since some of them were helping him trick and lie and murder the witches sooo... yeah, not a lot of “our family was killed by wild magic and I’m such a saint”.

I definitely think Belos raised Hunter. It’s 16 years of lies, and manipulation, and emotional abuse. But I can see him having a genuine love for Hunter.

HEAR ME OUT.

Belos is a flaming narcissist. Part of narcissistic parents, and abuse from narcissistic parents, is them being incredibly delusional.

Imagine for a moment, that Belos has a perfect little world. Where Hunter is either Caleb and Belos’ second chance to control his brother - or that Hunter is actually his nephew, and all of his lies about their family are true.

With narcissists, and compulsive liars, there’s a certain level of tricking themselves. There’s delusions, and their perfect image of things - Belos’ is Hunter being obedient, and perfect, and following him without question. Everything Caleb wasn’t.

So when Hunter acts this way - as we see him do, look at Hollow Mind where this kid literally says invading his FAMILY’S mind is sacrilege - Belos loves him. He truly loves him as a family member, he cares for him, and they could have a “normal” relationship.

But the minute Hunter shows any disobedience, or any sliver of dissent - that love is gone. And Hunter knows this, he has experienced it so many times before - which is why he reacts that way in Eclipse Lake. He knows that not being perfect results in losing the little bit of love and affection he gets from Belos. The only love he gets from anyone - being so isolated. It’s also probably why he latches onto Darius, Gus and Willow so quickly. He needs that affection, because Belos’ affection is temporary and conditional. Boy is so love starved.

So, if Belos really cares for the grimwalkers as long as they behave, how does he kill them? You have to be incredibly emotionally removed to kill someone you love, which I mean. Belos probably is let’s be honest.

But whenever his “perfect world” is shattered or threatened (again like narcissistic parents), he withdraws. He shuts himself off. Any bit of emotion, or memory of love, is immediately filed away. Belos has incredible control over his mind - he can take 16 years of love and throw it away in an instant.

Look at this moment from Hollow Mind when Hunter questions him. The instant shift.

This is also probably a trauma response to feeling betrayed and abandoned by Caleb - at the slightest hint of abandonment, he shuts those feelings off - because he can’t afford to feel hurt. And so, the moment a grimwalker disobeys him, and does the same things as Caleb - he has no issue killing them. They’re no longer a family member or grimwalker to him. It wouldn’t surprise me if his mind actually removes the two identities. To cope, he doesn’t see it as killing Caleb - he sees it as killing a faceless, nameless traitor. He doesn’t see Hunter, he sees a faceless, nameless traitor. And of course, he’s doing the right thing killing them, because he has billions of humans relying on him to save them.

It’s so many layers of delusions and lies for Belos to do this, that breaking them might actually be dangerous or impossible. He’s so swept up in these lies, of wild magic, and saving humanity, and avenging his brother, and proving that he was right to his brother - that he’s probably not even Philip anymore.

Imagine Luz is the first human he’s seen in centuries. The first genuine tie to his home, his humanity, his identity as Philip Wittebane - he latches onto her. Because in all of the lies, he’s forgetting who he used to be. He’s losing his identity and he’s losing his mind. And Luz is the one thing that he thinks can bring that piece of himself (the most sacred piece, mind you) back. She’s also the first human to witness his accomplishments, and the first human he gets to save from the savage witches and demons - except she doesn’t want his help. She doesn’t need his saving. And that gets in his head, and it starts to break the delusions.

And how does he rationalize this? “Can’t reason with crazy.”

But then you add on another delusion - he is still Philip Wittebane - even though I can guarantee that name is just a name to him now. He acts how he thinks Philip would act according to his own morals, not how Philip actually used to act. There’s probably discrepancies in the two if you look close enough.

He is truly unhinged, and truly so lost in his mind. A true narcissist and he's most likely too far gone.

This spiraled a bit anyway here’s my take on Belos and his actions and his motivations and just a breakdown of how he rationalizes it

~note im not trying to make light of the abuse or actions of belos - just analyzing his motivations and providing real world examples of how his mind works while he’s doing his genocide~

#toh #the owl house #emperor belos #toh belos #belos headcanons #toh hunter #toh philip wittebane #toh luz #belos analysis

[yoonoclock]

head & heart | myg + jjk

PROLOGUE

❝yoongi had your heart and your soul. however, after following the poor guidance of family, that bond was broken. years pass before another man walks into your life…reminding you what it felt to be in love. a man who surprises you more than you realize — jeon jeongguk. but all of that begins to falter upon the return of yoongi. what should you follow? your head or your heart?❞

• pairing: captain yoongi x female reader | knight jeongguk x female reader

• genre: angst, fluff, royalty au, fantasy au

• warning(s): nothing besides angst from a broken heart

• word count: 864

• note: i have returned after a long writing absence to bring this fic series. there’s no posting schedule because i have a busy working schedule, but the goal is at least once a week! this is inspired by the jane austen book, Persuasion. also thank you to @agustdef​ for reading this over for me!

PARTS

prologue | part one | part two | part three

Y/N, 

I have sat in turmoil when facing the force that is my affection for you. I am consumed by the waves of love that ignite a new hope within me. From our first encounter, I imagined you to remain at my side for eternity. How I contemplated what that could mean for us. What it could mean for you. It seems you have come to that conclusion on our behalf. 

The love that we shared…was it not reciprocated? Was I a mere glimpse in your journey? Perhaps I should have seen what lies directly before me. Disdain. 

Am I so far beneath you that such a love is out of pity? Y/N…I am at a loss. I am in mourning of the life you fulfilled in me. Whenever you met my gaze, I saw the flames burst in your eyes. There is no act when it comes to the ways of the heart. However, I am discovering that I was delusional. You do not love me. 

My status is laughable. Surely. I have no prospects aside from my service to my king. I am poor. This is not a shocking revelation because you were well aware prior to romance. Our relationship began as acquaintances in good humor. Did you seek me out of common courtesy? 

I beg you not to answer this. I fear the response. 

Y/N, I am wholeheartedly shattered. I see that wealth and assurance in the stability of material goods is what decides who holds your heart. Forgive me for clinging to yours so tightly. 

This shall be the last you hear of me. I shall not burden you further. 

Once your beloved, 

Yoongi. 

You had read that letter in agony as you crumbled to the ground. Tears poured down your cheeks and onto your gown that reached above your collarbone. The consistency in which they fell was to be expected. The loss of love warrants such a thing. 

It was no surprise that this is his response after you had torn his heart from his chest. Why are you so broken over this letter? Because of how inaccurate it is of your true feelings. 

Yoongi is the man you yearn for. Every piece of you is healed in his presence. 

And yet, here you are processing the consequences of your own actions. You followed the corrupt advice of your family to protect yourself and your future. At a time when kingdoms are in the midst of tensions, it’s crucial that those of nobility are assured of their destiny. To them, Yoongi did not offer the stability required. 

Painstakingly, you were persuaded by their persistence. 

Where does that leave you? Shattered. 

It’s in that moment you felt the urgency surge through your veins. You pulled yourself upright to run towards the entrance where he had delivered the letter. Pushing past the guards, you stumbled over the stones in hopes of seeing his figure before he had vanished entirely. 

Frantically you searched for him. Why did you bother? It’s not as if anything could be fixed at this moment. The path had been divided the second you uttered those words of pain. 

And yet…a piece of you hoped to see him one last time. To give you something tangible. Not that it would help. 

Soon enough you realized it was far too late. In defeat, you felt the weight upon your chest increase. You ceased all movement as you dwelled in the dark of the night. All that remained was the dim glow of the moon behind the scattered clouds. For a brief second you heard a distant echo of a horse. Instantly your eyes fixated in that direction for any signs of him. 

Scanning over the shadows of the landscape, you capture the silhouette of Yoongi upon his gallivant steed. At this distance you failed to notice any defined features. What was clear to you is his stillness. He waited. He waited for you. Now that you appeared he did not hesitate to continue on his way in the opposite direction. 

You, once again, sank to your knees. 

There is no comfort to be found. No one to blame. You fell for your family's words as if it was the deciding factor for everything. Rank and power should not be the source of persuasion. Unfortunately, it is the main source for your identity. 

You reflected on the memory of Yoongi. The way he would keep you in his embrace so tightly as you studied the lapping waves at the shore. His warmth radiated a peace within your soul that could not be described. Being by his side, so deeply in adoration, allowed you to believe that nothing evil could ever trespass. 

Yoongi would trail his lips along your hairline and leave feathered kisses every few centimeters. Even in this moment you closed your eyes to cling to those scenes as if it were a live action play. Just the thought of it caused goosebumps to spread along your skin. 

Then the curtains fell. The final act reached its end. 

Now you are alone. Broken.. 

“Yoongi…” you brought the paper to your lips. “I will always love you.” 

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[briny]

^not my post, take under cut

i was thinking abt this idea of ahistorically "progressive" fiction being harmful and I think.. I am less interested in this lens of viewing fiction than I used to be. I consider it a very normal reaction to be uninterested in the "liberal project of sanitizing colonial violence" and I believe that the cultural privileging of stories that superimpose images of marginalized people onto the roles of oppressors over stories about how those marginalized people were resisting indicates that the dominant culture does want to foreground their narrative and will adapt in many ways to keep their ideas alive - but I also know that marginalized people have always had many layers of identification and relationships to the concepts represented by historical fiction that permeate our culture most deeply, and it feels so bleak to say that we can't morally explore these identifications without first and foremost fully representing the depth of our abjection. I think lots of people have talked about the inability of fiction to serve as moral authority or even education, and about how the perceived moral imperative for poc to acknowledge abjection and oppression all the time can further degrade our sense of resilience and dignity. as far as my personal taste, I judge a piece of "historical" fiction on how well it explores and connects the concepts it purports to find identification in. not to say I need all my historical fiction to be highbrow, to cover all ground, or even be nuanced! I just want a coherent internal viewpoint. Sometimes the conceptual gap between the story's take and the actual events it's chosen to represent is too big and jarring, and the conclusions that the story presents come off as delusional or projected - this is how I feel about hamilton, I have no idea how the telling of american history from a founding father's perspective particularly serves its central aim of remaking history to include oppressed peoples, and it perturbs me that this is hamilton's answer to "who lives who dies who tells your story". I don't feel this way about all "sanitized" narratives, bc they aren't all contriving to retell history in an "inclusive" way, they're interested in different ideas that don't have to do with making a statement on historical narrative itself. It feels normal for people who intimately know what it is to be desubjectified to be drawn to the dignity and preciousness of courtly romance, or to bond-making amongst those who exist outside the law. I'll never pretend that these identifications aren't loaded or fraught, but it feels both reductive and like a bad faith assessment of your peers/of yourself to assume these multiple fascinations boil down to a power fantasy of being in the oppressor position. I guess I am interested in what value, if any, the post-colonial psyche would find in these identifications - would history and identity begin at the point of total decolonization? Does everything before that point no longer serve us? Is our yet to be decolonized present even serving us? I don't really want to refute op's stance or even disagree with it, but if we're accepting the project of critically analyzing pop culture thru the lens of identity representation I do want to keep following the thread that's there

anyway please don't @ me if you have a grad degree in media studies or something this is off the top of my dome and I've never seen bridgerton so if I'm very wrong abt it well! then I'm very wrong

#this post brought to you by me not having a book club to inflict my takes on #windbag