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[spanishskulduggery]

do you know of any adjective order rules in spanish? not necessarily rules as in "anything else is wrong", but in "anything else sounds weird"

(like in english, where "brown big bear" isn't technically wrong, just... weird)

Okay FYI I ramble a lot in this, and I tried to make it clearer in places but just know that this is a lot of stuff, and I repeat myself, and though there are some rules, sometimes it's about feeling and what sounds right rather than a regular rule

Regardless of whether the adjectives go in front or in back, just know that Spanish (and English) tends to put adjectives of opinion, size, origin/nationality, color, and quality as the most important

Other adjectives like determiners take precedence always

And other adjectives are stuck to the noun as a collocation. More below.

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There are four things I just need to say first and then we'll really get into it:

For your basic average garden variety adjectives, they typically go behind the noun like la flor hermosa "beautiful flower". If you put them in front, you're sounding extra super fancy poetic lyrical so do this sparingly or for Dramatic Flair; la hermosa flor "the beautiful flower" sounds like I'm reading poetry

There are some adjectives that change meaning depending on placement - prime example is mismo/a, where you can say la misma cosa "the same thing" vs. la cosa misma "the thing itself", where mismo/a is related to "same" or "selfsame" [like el mismísimo rey "the king himself" or "the very king himself"]. Literally it is "selfsame"... in front "same", in back "self". Another one is antiguo/a which in front often means "ancient" or "antique" or "former", while in the back it can be "old" as in "old-fashioned" or "antiquated". And bueno/a and malo/a for "good" and "bad" will constantly confuse you too

There are certain adjectives that are what we call "determiners" that are almost always in front (except occasionally for dramatic effect). A determiner is usually a specific adjective like possessive adjectives, demonstratives, adjectives of quantity (mucho/a, poco/a), and question words just to name a few. Determiners are also the definite and indefinite articles - el, la, los, las and un, una, unos, unas, and also includes numbers both cardinal [one, two, three] and ordinal [first, second, third]

A very important thing to note about adjectives is a potential "collocation" - meaning a noun + adjective that work together as a sort of cohesive unit. An example las bellas artes is "fine arts", but literally "the beautiful arts" but written fancy-like because bello/a meaning "beautiful" would typically go behind. In this case, las bellas artes is almost like a separate piece of vocab because you can't really separate them. Another would be something like el oso pardo which is "brown bear" or "grizzly bear", the adjective pardo/a refers to a brownish coloring but in this case it is stuck to oso almost like it's a specific descriptor that makes it a full "unit". These are best learned like your normal vocab, or understood as compound nouns that you can't break up... things like el agua dulce "freshwater" [instead of salt water], la sal marina "sea salt", las malas hierbas "weeds", la luna llena "full moon", el águila calva "bald eagle", el pavo real "peacock", la caja fuerte "safe/lockbox" etc etc.

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Essentially, the adjectives are free to move around, except for when they're not

When it's your regular adjectives, you're free to say them in any order you like - they're regular descriptions, and all you need to keep in mind is potentially when y turns to e / o turns to u, and little grammatical hiccups like that:

Su ascendencia es alemana, irlandesa, e italiana. = Their heritage is German, Irish, and Italian. Su ascendencia es italiana, irlandesa, y alemana. = Their heritage is Italian, Irish, and German.

No difference though I would personally assume the first one you mention is maybe the most important or the largest part.

Same with general descriptions:

Es un edificio notable y llamativo. = It's a notable and eye-catching building. Es un edificio llamativo y notable. = It's an eye-catching and notable building. Es una mujer lista y trabajadora. = She's a smart and hard-working woman. Es una mujer trabajadora y lista. = She's a hard-working and smart woman.

Where you get into iffy territory is when adjectives come in front

I personally would say if you're using bueno/a or malo/a in front of an adjective it's one that almost always goes first except if there's a determiner:

el buen hombre = the good man un buen hombre = a good man este buen hombre = this good man la buena mujer = the good woman una buena mujer = a good woman esta buena mujer = this good woman

Same with other determiners like cualquier buen hombre "any good man", cada buen hombre "each good man", muchas buenas mujeres "many good women" etc.

This is also something to keep in mind with collocations and set phrases:

En el Antiguo Egipto, había dos reinos distintos - Alto Egipto y Bajo Egipto, y en las épocas posteriores se unificaron, y fueron gobernados por unos poderosos reyes-dioses conocidos como los faraones. "In Ancient Egypt, there were two different kingdoms, Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt, and in later times they united and were governed by some powerful god-kings known as the pharaohs."

So let's examine that further:

Something like el Antiguo Egipto, el Alto Egipto, el Bajo Egipto or something like el Imperio Antiguo "the Old Kingdom" of Egypt are collocations, consider them their own vocab and try not to think too hard on it because sometimes they're just set phrases like la Antigua Grecia "Ancient Greece", Gran Bretaña "Great Britain", or el Sacro Imperio Romano "the Holy Roman Empire"

A word like poderoso/a sort of becomes a more intense verison of itself changing its normal location; if it were el rey poderoso you might translate that as "powerful king" or "strong king", putting el poderoso rey adds some oomph to it and now it's "the mighty king" as if that's the most important aspect of it and it's exceptional - and regular adjectives can follow normally; el poderoso rey conocido como "the mighty king known as"

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I should also mention that there are adjectival phrases involving de, but you've probably seen them already... like... es un libro de literatura infantil "it's a children's literature book"

I think this is more specifically like "the genitive case", which is normally used linguistically to talk about possessives or qualifiers of some kind, but they are often attached directly to the noun and tend to preempt most adjectives:

El maravilloso mago de Oz es un libro de literatura infantil estadounidense muy popular. = The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is a very popular book of children's literature.

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...Again, just some general notes because I feel like I was rambling a lot:

Adjectives sometimes go in front or behind the noun depending on their function in the sentence

Most adjectives end up behind the noun

Determiners pretty much always go in front 95% of the time

The articles - el/la/los/las or un/una, unos, unas are the first determiner adjectives 99.999% of the time; possessives can take the place of articles... el dinero "the money" vs. su dinero "their money"

Determiners of numbers (cardinal numbers or ordinal numbers) are almost always the second adjective mentioned, even if there are other determiners... el primer paso "the firststep", mi primer paso "my first step"

Adjectives like "good", "bad", "big", and a few others are often the next adjectives if there are other determiners... el primer gran paso "the first great step" or mi primer gran paso "my first great step"

As a quick example... las tres buenas hadas "the three good fairies"... 1st is las as the article, then tres is a cardinal number, and then you have the adjective of quality "good"

Some adjectives can change meaning depending on placement - las tres buenas hadas "the three good fairies" implies that "good" is their main quality, as opposed to evil. But if you said las tres hadas buenas it comes out as "the three nice fairies" as if you're talking about personality

Keep an eye out for certain collocations and set phrases that should be treated as separate vocab and not to be separated - esta noche "tonight", la prensa rosa "tabloids" [lit. "pink press"], or la montaña rusa "rollercoaster" [lit. "Russian mountain"]

Collocations or set adjectival phrases like de can't be broken up... la luna de hoy "today's moon" vs. la luna llena de hoy "today's full moon" / and la luna de esta noche "tonight's moon" or la luna llena de esta noche "tonight's full moon"

If you're adding nationalities, they tend to show up immediately after the noun or the first noun phrase since they qualify everything - la literatura infantil popular "popular children's literature" vs. la literatura infantil estadounidense popular "popular American children's literature" or la literatura infantil francesa "popular French children's literature"

If you're doing a list of regular adjectives, you can probably put them in any order you want

But be aware that some adjectives go in front more and some go in back more, and sometimes it's a matter of style - such as el famoso oso panda chino "the (very) famous panda bear from China"

Certain qualities like "big/small", nationality, "good/bad", "elder/younger" do take priority though; as an example mi heramana inteligente "my smart sister" vs. mi heramana menor inteligente "my smart younger sister" or mi hermana pequeña inteligente "my smart little sister"

Additionally:

Adverbs always go in front of the adjective they're modifying... la familia más conocida "the most well-known family", una historia muy larga "a very long story"

Possessives in their more adjectival form ALWAYS go after the noun... su libro "their book" vs. el libro suyo "the book of theirs"; this is part of the genitive/possessives but possessives

Don't separate collocations or set phrases or things get confusing

I wish I could be more specific but this is really contextually-based and so it becomes more like give me an example and I'll tell you what I think sounds the most natural

What I can say is that you get a feel for what sounds the most natural as you go and you get more examples in your daily life of what sounds right or what just sounds a little bit off

But, Spanish-speakers probably will understand generally what you mean even if something sounds a little off as long as you don't separate the set phrases

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[tokusaatsus]

Hi! I really love your works and it's always fun and enjoying to read them! It's a shame that I didn't made it for the event reqs but i saw that regular reqs are open, if that's what you call them? XD Anyway, can I request for Kohaku, Mayoi, and Hiiro being a secret admirer to the reader? Thank you!

HOW THEY WOULD ACT AS A SECRET ADMIRER

ft. amagi hiiro, ayase mayoi, oukawa kohaku

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: none (as of now)

In my opinion, Hiiro is too honest and straight-forward to be considered a ‘secret’ admirer. I feel like he wouldn’t see any reason to hide the fact that he is the one sending you the letters?

Since he wants you to see them and feel appreciated, he would probably think you’d like it better if you knew who your admirer was.

The only reason he doesn’t is because Aira assured him it would be more romantic that way. Out of the two of them, Aira is the more well-versed in pop culture, so Hiiro decides to take him at face value.

I am a firm believer in the idea that Hiiro unironically enjoys puns. So he probably sends you lovemail in that style. Little sticky notes with cute doodles and adorable puns pasted on your desk, or on your doorframe.

Like:

If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber ♡ or Are you a banana? Because I find you very a-peel-ing ♡

They’re small, usually mentioning food or animals, but they still manage to fluster you with their simplicity.

He places them at intervals–one in the morning, and one in the evening!

It’s especially sweet when you’re having a bad day and you just see these cute little notes. It makes you brighten up and forget your worries, even if it’s only for a little bit.

And that’s exactly what Hiiro wants! He’s glad that he’s able to bring you even a fraction of the joy he gets when he’s around you.

Signs off with little spades, just as a hint!

He does reveal himself eventually, though, because he feels like there’s no need for him to remain a secret anymore.

The only reason you didn’t suspect him to be your secret admirer despite the teeny spade doodles is because you thought that he wouldn’t hide it, rather he would just outright tell you, which is why you’re so surprised when you realise.

Even after you find out, he still makes it a habit to send you the puns–though not so secretly–because he likes seeing you smile when you receive them!

Mayoi is probably the most secretive out of the 3. He would rather die than let his position be revealed.

He finds himself writing you flowery, poetry-esque short letters with cute little doodles whenever he’s thinking about you (which is a lot!). He would prefer to never have to send them ever, but he also thinks you deserve to be appreciated for all the hard work and effort you put into things.

You are strong, you are brave, you make flowers bloom in my heart. A whole garden, just for you. My heart, no matter how small and shrivelled, will always have a space for you. You are more perfect than you know ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He’s certain you wouldn’t like any messages from a gross creature such as himself, so he decides to take the good ol’ secret admirer route.

Goes full-out super spy when it comes to planting your letters.

Crawls into the vents at 4am so he can place them on your desk before school starts, sneaks into the ES kitchen at midnight to place one in your mug, etc, etc. He’s putting those ninja skills to good use!

You’re like a blushing schoolgirl being serenaded, honestly. It’s sweet.

These letters are the highlight of your day. Not just because of how cute they are, but also because no one can figure out where they’re coming from? No matter how hard you try, you can never catch the culprit who is slowly but surely stealing your heart!?

The actual reveal happens by accident.

You wake up in the middle of night, craving the most delicious drink known to mankind. You open the kitchen doors and lo and behold, what do you find but Mayoi, a piece of paper in one hand and your favoured mug in the other.

Hang on… Your sleep-addled brain starts to connect the dots. Is Mayoi-san…my secret admirer?

Starts stammering about how y-you’ve got it a-a-all wrong and eep! I’m s-s-sorry for r-ruining your night!

You giggle, startling him, and tell him that it’s okay before thanking him for how sweet his words were. You tell him that he also has a special place in your heart and he nearly dies. Hopefully you know CPR? Or maybe…mouth-to-mouth?

Sends you shoujo-style lovemail in the form of adorable letters praising all your virtues and commenting on how cute you are when you smile.

You wouldn’t expect Kohaku to write such cheesy things so easily, but all those Ghibli marathons with Aira have paid off. It started off as a way for Kohaku to express his feelings for you in secret, but after a few too-close calls with Rinne, he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

This way, he can tell you how he feels without embarrassing himself and also seeing how you flush every time you see one of his letters on your desk makes him more pleased then the cat that caught the canary.

Dear Y/N,

I hope your day is going well?

People always talk about how bright the sun is, but I think you’re the brightest thing in my sky. You push me to be the best version of myself, I want to be the way you see me. You manage to stay brave and strong, and I admire your desire to be the very best you can be. You’re a blessing to the people around you, and I thought you should know this. I’m not…very good at expressing my emotions but, I hope that this could make you smile just a little bit. That’s all.

You deserve good things.

Love, 🌸

His letters are so sweet and heartfelt, they make you giddy.

You slowly start anticipating the letters everyday. There’s always a kind note and a query about your day, it feels like the writer really cares about you.

This goes on for around a month, and then you decide that you need to find your so-called secret admirer so you can thank them for their kind words and praise.

When he finds out you’re looking for the writer of the letters, Aira pushes him to reveal himself but Kohaku doesn’t want to. He feels like it might be a letdown for you, and he doesn’t want to tarnish your experience.

But Aira, who knows that there’s no way you would shun him for something like this–actually there’s no way you would ever shun him, period–decides to casually let it slip in conversation that Kohaku’s been writing love letters for someone. Oh, Y/N, you are the recipient of these letters? How shocking~

When you thank Kohaku earnestly for how kind he is–and be sure to compliment him about his writing skills while you’re at it!–he’s flustered like you wouldn’t believe, but also incredibly happy as well. 

notes!

WC: 1.1k

reze txt HELP this was so long omg im?? but secret admirers are sooo cute ahhhh <33 i hope this made up for u missing my 100 followers event anonnie! and that it was as enjoyable to read as it was to write!!

#✒️...scribbles! #amagi hiiro x reader #ayase mayoi x reader #oukawa kohaku x reader #enstars x reader #amagi hiiro #ayase mayoi #oukawa kohaku #alkaloid #crazy:b #alkakurei #enstars

[boyfhees]

𓈃 SAME OLD LOVE BEEF | t. kuroo

❝ and we'll wait for the 'it was real all along' moment. ❞

PRECIS. after getting humiliated by you on school's forum in the first year, kuroo made it his primary goal to get back at you. now, two years later, when you have seemingly forgotten about the incident, you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend to drive away the boy who has been following you around lately.

your goal is to graduate peacefully and kuroo's new goal is to be your fake boyfriend and embarrass you so much that no one would want to date you ever again.

GENRE. enemies to lovers ! au, fake dating ! au, slight mutual pinning, humour, fluff

WARNINGS. mild profanities, kuroo makes very bad chemistry puns ( and pick up lines ) embarrassing and cringe ( i tried ) disgustingly cute at some point literally just two people experiencing love for the first time. + tba in the respective chapters

TAGLIST. comment / send an ask to join

NOTE. oh okay Okay . . . finally writing something after months, i hope my writing hasn't taken a turn for the worse. wanted to make this a oneshot but thought separate chapters would be better. this is not a smau. it consists of written chapters, which would take time so please be patient with the updates. ps im very proud of that poetry in chapter titles lol

CHAPTERS!

❝ one — yn my old friend ❝ two. — the one i lo(ath)ve the most ❝ three. — you make it hard to sleep ❝ four. — maybe we're destined to be ❝ five. — star crossed haters !!!

EXTRA!

you can request extra scenarios, or even make some if u want. anything listed below is either something i was unable to incorporate in main plot / unrelated to main plot but too good to leave out

،، one. coward and coward-er

taglist ( open ) : @awkwardaardvarkforever @is-this-a-fish-market @iwaso @hyeque @whorefornoodles @lovelytaes-blog @dani-shitting-around @luvwonies @itachislut @perqabeth @blue-peach14 @akebcshi @mysteriouslyclassyphantom @khinux

#prod. — caelin. #album. — haikyuu. #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu long fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo fic #kuroo long fic #kuroo fluff #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo drabble #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu longfic #hq kuroo #@ — sol !

[its-your-mind]

I posted 10,158 times in 2022

That's 6,390 more posts than 2021!

233 posts created (2%)

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I tagged 706 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 134 characters

#whereas martin is just chuggin along in his life when ope here’s a person i can help time to get them tea what do you mean i’m in love

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“Oh, Martin saw Jon be a complete mess of a human being and thought I can fix him and that was the reason his crush started”

you fools. you absolute circus clowns. you avatars of pure silliness.

Martin is EXACTLY as unhinged as Jon even before they ever meet each other, and becomes even more so after we meet him. Behold:

List of Reasons why Martin Kartin Blackwood is just as (if not more) unhinged than his avatar-of-all-evil-knowledge-boyfriend:

in order to get a job, he lied on his CV. Not too bad, fuck academic elitism, etc, but this man. claimed to have a very specific degree in a very specific field. and then he got hired. because of that degree

and no one noticed. for ten whole years.

(except the head of the institute, which doesn’t count bc he’s an evil mind reading bastard)

Also claimed to be like ten years older than he really was (him and jon share this unhinged fun fact which is fuckin wild)

ALSO also didn’t have a middle name so just kinda. gave himself a middle initial. for funsies.

let a dog into a building bc it tricked him with its cute face

but also carried out a con for months on an avatar of an evil fear god by just. frowning and nodding.

could have been an avatar of manipulation and control, instead decided to be in love. icon.

actually, could have been an avatar of three different fear gods. said no thanks I will be in love instead ty

boss is specifically an asshole to him. decides to fall in love anyway.

had to be told to put his hands in his pockets so he would stop touching plastic explosives

wanted to kill an old man bc one time that old man kind of threatened to throw him off a rollercoaster

after being trapped in his flat for three weeks by a bug lady, brought a jar full of her bugs with him back to work to prove a point

willing to damn an unknowable number of other realities

met himself. he was an asshole. to himself.

“sorry elias I can’t hear you there’s a door in the way”

decided with no evidence that he was going to take his bf on a hiking trip and figure out a way to shove the fear gods back into their little box

has dreams of making out with his bf over their ex-boss’s corpse

“Hey, Elias! J o n a h M a g n u s !!!!! …. OI DICKHEAD”

big strong rowing arms

(that’s not unhinged i just wanted everyone to remember that martin has big strong arms good for rowing and giving hugs)

thinks tea is cure to all emotional ills

certainly has a large fun patterned jumper collection at home

also advocates that he and his bf “get their murder on”

stole a possibly evil tape recorder to record poetry bc lo-fi vibes

spent several months talking to tape recorders more than humans

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#4

Help I’m late to the party re: cryptic Rusty Quill Magnus Archives news and don’t know how to catch up!

You have come to the right place! Here I will summarize The Bullshit™️ with time stamps where able. I will also update this post when new things come to light.

Let’s go one day at a time!

10 October

Rusty Quill Twitter and Instagrams post UNPROMPTED, UNEXPLAINED eyes

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7,837 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#3

tma fandom for the past year and a half: the ambiguity of the ending was so beautiful, I love that we just Don’t Know what happened to them. Horror tragedy is a heart-wrenching but also amazing genre.

tma fans today: mARTIN? Martin my beloved bby boy?? Is here???? Is aliVe??? THANK FUCK THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG now where is my jarchivist whom I love so dearly rusty quill if you keep him from me I will never forgive you

11,420 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#2

I did not have “tumblr book club forms and reads a classic horror novel delivered via email; immediately begins to roast and fall in love with protagonist” on my 2022 bingo card, but I have to say I am enjoying myself immensely

18,645 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I feel like neil gaiman’s regular presence on this hellsite is like… an unintentional secret that we all have. I never question it, and yet it’s just like… on your right you will see the queer podcast fandom. on the left you will see author of coraline and good omens and the sandman. yeah he’s here. yeah sometimes he’ll appear in your notes or respond to a shitpost when you least expect it. it’s fine.

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[little-superstar-penny]

PENNY'S SCRAPBOOK: STORMY AND BOLT SEASON FOUR!

I did way more than five pictures, but I will talk about at least five of them~

a note that i am flexible on these details if anyone is interested in other stormy and bolt characters~

STORMY AND MISTY: ofc this is the most important relationship to Penny. Misty was Penny's Sidney Original Best Friend (tm), an essential role to the fabric of any Sidney show. Misty's real name is Charlotte. She's a magick actress like Penny, albeit not as famous. She taught Penny how to improv! Like Penny, she enjoys adrenaline-pumping action and they went to Sidneyland together during that last summer, riding the most dangerous and thrilling rides together.

STORMY AND RALPHIE: The character Ralphie is the oh so infamous comic relief character-- a six-foot-something jock-looking-type that was assigned a hedgehog, Rhino, at the Spy Academy. In reality, Ralphie loves art and poetry. <3 In real life, Ralphie is played by Gabriel "Gabe" Santos. He doesn't love art and poetry-- he loves hiking, surfing, and generally, being sporty! He and Penny would go on adventures to trails around Los Angeles, and they visited Zion National Park together! He also is the one who taught Penny to surf during that last summer, although Penny still claims she is "bad"

STORMY VS. CAL: Ah. Every hero needs a villain. Enter Cal, the son of the corrupt Professor Calico, sent to destroy I-SPY. Played by Thiago Knight, he is the heartthrob of the Sidney Channel and has since gone on to try to do exclusively music. During the last season of the show, Penny and Thiago would meet up for coffee together to work on their music together, as well as bitch about Hollywood Records, their producers, and their struggles in finding their voice in the creative process. He was also vegetarian like her, so they'd go out to eat (and fuel plenty of dating rumors...)

BEHIND THE SCENES! Some more memories from the set, like the time the Crew (tm) went as Scooby Doo to the Sidney Halloween Party! And midnight snacking when filming went long! And playing around in the prop box! The best part about a TV show, in Penny's opinion, is these little moments that feel innocous until you look back at them. You get a real chance to get to know people on a deeper level, if only because the hours are so long and you're basically trapped together. You start to rely on these people-- to depend on them to be there, whether its to sneak a nap in, play with sticks on set, practice lines, or...procrastinate practicing lines!

#swyntask #stormy and bolt

[caltropspress]

RAPS + CRAFTS #12: Defcee

1. Introduce yourself. Past projects? Current projects?

Defcee. Rapper. Teacher. Writer. Deep catalog, starting with my debut album, One Eye Open, in 2007. Past five years: A Mixtape as God Intended, Vol. 1 (Filthe Analects), Summer Courses EP and Lacuna LP (with knowsthetime), Sunday Sessions (with CRASHprez and knowsthetime as defprez) (Filthe Analects), ceenick EP and deluxe LP (with Nick Arcade) (Filthe Analects), We Dressed the City with Our Names EP (with August Fanon) (Filthe Analects), Trapdoor (with Messiah Musik) (Backwoodz Studioz), For All Debts Public and Private (with BoatHouse) (Closed Sessions). Currently: “Learning Gravity,” my latest single, produced by Blockhead (Closed Sessions). Dropping next: defprez album, It’s Always a Time Like This with CRASHprez and knowsthetime, in April (Closed Sessions).

2. Where do you write? Do you have a routine time you write? Do you discipline yourself, or just let the words come when they will? Do you typically write on a daily basis?

My process varies a lot. I take a lot of notes while listening to music, watching movies, etc… If I have an idea I write it down no matter how inane. The most elusive thing for me is writing an entire song in one sitting but I’ve come close on occasion. 

I don’t write everyday, but ideas are usually always kicking around. I like to leave room for experiences to write about.

3. What’s your medium—pen and paper, laptop, on your phone? Or do you compose a verse in your head and keep it there until it’s time to record?

I’ll scratch down pieces on paper or in a note in my phone, and then I’ll write the songs themselves on my laptop in a Word or Google doc. Sometimes, I’ll skip the preliminary process, open up a document, and start typing. There are times where I will write anywhere from four to eight bars of a verse in my head, and have to repeat it to myself over and over again so I don’t forget them before I can write them down.

4. Do you write in bars, or is it more disorganized than that?

My approach is whatever works for the writing I’m doing in the present moment. I’ve written rhymes in bars, couplets, quatrains, and even blocks of text. Occasionally, if I’m struggling with the delivery of a rhyme, I’ll structure what I’ve written so that I know EXACTLY which words and syllables fit into the bar of music I’m writing to.

5. How long into writing a verse or a song do you know it’s not working out the way you had in mind? Do you trash the material forever, or do you keep the discarded material to be reworked later?

Typically, I’ll know about eight bars in; however, to paraphrase Rashida Jones on a podcast I listened to once, as a creative person, I’m a vessel for good and bad ideas. I have to flush out the bad ones to get to the good ones, so I typically won’t give up on a verse until it’s completed, even as a first draft. I’ll save the plants for later and get rid of the weeds immediately.

6. Have you engaged with any other type of writing, whether presently or in the past? Fiction? Poetry? Playwriting? If so, how has that mode influenced your songwriting?

My first love, musically, is hip-hop; my first love on the page is poetry. I was interested in poetry because it was, for when, where, and how I grew up, a socially acceptable way to connect my love for rap to something academic. I started writing poetry when I was 9; I started writing raps when I was 11. By the time I’d gotten to high school, I was writing more raps than poetry until I encountered Peter Kahn, who subsequently became a teacher of mine as a student and a mentor of mine in life and my career in education. His understanding of poetry and his incredible ability to break it down to its finer points in order to explain it to young people in an accessible way made my approach to rapping more unique. This is because as I’m studying abstract writers like Supreme Clientele-era Ghostface Killah and Camp Lo, I’m also being taught poets like Roger Robinson, Krista Franklin, Li-Young Lee, avery r. young, and Jacob Sam-La Rose. I’m beginning to make connections between what makes great rapping great poetry, while subconsciously incorporating the musicality from rhyming into my free verse writing. It reminds me of when I lived in Panama in college and really learned how to speak Spanish conversationally–my understanding of a secondary language enhanced my understanding of my primary one.

7. How much editing do you do after initially writing a verse/song? Do you labor over verses, working on them over a long period of time, or do you start and finish a piece in a quick burst?

I always remember hearing a saying about writing–which I don’t remember exactly–that says that it doesn’t start until you begin editing your first draft. That’s the rule of thumb I tend to use most often. However, songwriting is an act of immediacy, as well–I might spend months on a verse people shut off after the first bar because they’re not feeling it. There are rare moments when I hear a beat, write a rhyme, write a hook, write the second verse, and I know it all works. Most of the time, though, I spend as much time as I can working on something until my internal editor knows it’s finished.

8. Do you write to a beat, or do you adjust and tweak lyrics to fit a beat?

I both it. Word to Pillboy and Donkey Doug from The Good Place.

9. What dictates the direction of your lyrics? Are you led by an idea or topic you have in mind beforehand? Is it stream-of-consciousness? Is what you come up with determined by the constraint of the rhymes?

If I’m writing for a project with a specific theme in mind, or for a guest appearance on a song that has a clear concept, then I’ll allow those to lead my writing. In my first drafts, I’ll write a rhyme based on whatever feeling the beat gives me.

10. Do you like to experiment with different forms and rhyme schemes, or do you keep your bars free and flexible?

See: my answer to question 8.

11. What’s a verse you’re particularly proud of, one where you met the vision for what you desire to do with your lyrics?

I would say that all of the verses you’ve heard from me since maybe 2017 have accomplished that goal of the vision meeting the aim of the rhyme, but a verse I’m particularly proud of is “Fifty,” from Trapdoor. I’d initially written it for someone else’s song, and then repurposed it for the Messiah Musik beat you’ve heard it over. I remember sitting down to write it after listening to Conway the Machine’s verse on Westside Gunn’s “The Cow” over and over again, and wanting badly to write something that resonated as emotionally as that verse did with me. At the time, I was reconciling myself with the concepts of death and grieving. A lot of people around me, from teenagers I taught to elders in my extended family, had begun passing away, mostly in very sudden and unexpected ways. When I heard Conway’s verse on “The Cow”–and watched his first live performance of it on YouTube, where he was so overcome with emotion he almost couldn’t finish it–it elicited a similar reaction in me, and the rhyme just came pouring out the way you hear it in the song. It works on every level–sonically, lyrically, and emotionally.

12. Can you pick a favorite bar of yours and describe the genesis of it?

I have a lot of favorite bars of mine that are just witty punchlines, but the ones I’m proudest of writing are those that flip an age-old concept or cliche in a brand new way. On “Small Comforts”–another song from Trapdoor–I remember writing, “Desperate times, desperate measures–some of you packed blades sharp enough to carve twenty-four karat hearts out the chest of pressure,” and being legitimately surprised that I’d come up with it. Obviously, the cliche of “pressure makes diamonds” has been around for a long time, and people have used it in a lot of rhymes, too. But I hadn’t heard anyone flip it like that.

13. Do you feel strongly one way or another about punch-ins? Will you whittle a bar down in order to account for breath control, or are you comfortable punching-in so you don’t have to sacrifice any words?

If I’m recording at home, I won’t punch in, primarily because I don’t know how to do it seamlessly enough. If I’m recording with BoatHouse or SolarFive, I’ll punch in primarily to perfect the delivery of a line. I’ll occasionally punch in so I don’t have to sacrifice any words, but typically it’s a good exercise in editing to just cut a syllable or two so that I don’t have to punch in.

14. What non-hiphop material do you turn to for inspiration? What non-music has influenced your work recently?

I’ve always been a voracious reader–when I was a kid, I would bring a book with me when my family went out for dinner in the same way that kids now would bring their phones. I recently finished bell hooks’ All About Love: New Visions, and it inspired my writing about love and relationships. I also share a monthly subscription to the New Yorker with my dad, so I try to read at least two articles from each of those issues weekly. My consumption of other people’s music changes as I cycle toward producing my own; however, in order to write as regularly as I’d like to, I have to feed my brain language, and the best way for me to do that is by reading.

15. Writers are often saddled with self-doubt. Do you struggle to like your own shit, or does it all sound dope to you?

I struggled to like my own work for the first seventeen years that I was writing it. Now, I don’t release any music I don’t care for. I only want to make the music I want to hear. The self-doubt exists only in the sense that I’m not sure people will like what it is I do; as far as what I make, I still want people comfortable sitting at the table. The meal might not be for you based on what you prefer to eat, but I still want you to feel like you’re comfortable taking a chance on it, and that it’s nourishing for you, even if you only sample it once.

16. Who’s a rapper you listen to with such a distinguishable style that you need to resist the urge to imitate them?

It’s currently a three-way tie between, in alphabetical order, Benny the Butcher, billy woods, and SKECH185.

17. Do you have an agenda as an artist? Are there overarching concerns you want to communicate to the listener?

I want people to feel seen when they listen to me, because I did not feel that way growing up. I want people to understand from my example that accountability is necessary, albeit extremely difficult, in order to grow into the person you want to be. I want people to understand what our world’s most urgent problems are–that it’s not political spin that drives that urgency, but legitimate, widespread concern. Selfishly…I want people to like me and what I do. When I really started to take rapping seriously, it was because for the first time, people saw something worthwhile in something I’d created, which meant they saw something worthwhile in me at a time when I didn’t see anything like that in the mirror. I guess all of that could constitute my agenda. I also want very bad rappers to listen to me, and get better at rapping. Or they can quit. Either way, I’ve had a positive impact on the world as a whole…which I guess is the legacy I’m trying to leave behind in general, anyway.

RAPS + CRAFTS is a series of questions posed to rappers about their craft and process. It is designed to give respect and credit to their engagement with the art of songwriting. The format is inspired, in part, by Rob McLennan’s 12 or 20 interview series.

Photo credit: Aris Theotokatos

[awe2u]

The four best books out of all the 80 Steven Yessick books.

The four best books out of all the 80 Steven Yessick books.

P.S. There's photos of me on my Tumblr blog called awe2u

Art Theory

This book would benefit any artist. The first part is inspirational and gives an artist hope. Then, there are all of these ideas on how to design abstract art. Then there’s this list of 500 drawings of ideas for form combinations that you could use somehow, or maybe just enjoy for whatever reason. Next are some dreamins’ of Architecture that I wrote late one night in the subways of Los Angeles. Also included are My Ninja Rules, ten rules which helped me survive. There’s a brief explanation of my Systemic Abstraction process, and at the end is like this Gestalt thing relating to Carl Jung’s book Synchronicity.

As far as a book that would help an artist, this is the best book. 

If you would like the same book as a workbook, then get Ideas for Artists, which is basically the same book, just a different size. It has plenty of room in the margins to write notes, draw, and make your own ideas from those ideas. It’s meant to be a point of departure, basically, for inspirational purposes.

Also, don’t even believe those two 1 star reviews. They are just from some haters from facebook that I used to know, so don’t take those bullcrap ratings to consideration when looking at this title.

Book of Good Quotes

As far as having a wider appeal to all audiences, Book of Good Quotes is the best one. Out of all of the free downloads for every book I gave away for free on kindle, this book had the most downloads by far. So, maybe this, I would say, could be considered the most popular one.

Btw, I ain’t even giving no more books away for free anymore, for real. And I’m not even trying to publish anything or make anything for a super duper long frigging time, so deal.

Beautiful Poetry that Inspires Book

All of the poetry that I have ever written is freestyle, meaning, I just wrote it just like it is there how you read it word for word, like flowing out of the top of my head. It just happened. I just knew which word to write next. For twenty years I just wrote mainly stuff that didn’t make total sense. Then, I just dropped everything and dedicated my life to writing stuff the is coherent and makes sense. Simple. Understandable. Out of all the fifteen poetry books I wrote over those three years, this is the best one.

It kind of has the spirit of like a 20’s ish female who is maybe popular or something. It’s beautiful, fun, and clever at the same time. I had the writing thing going on for reals when I wrote this particular book. It’s like my third to last book I wrote.

Abstract Paintings

I’ve had such a polarized reaction to my paintings after everyone I know seeing them. I’ve had people warp my frigging mind driving it into my head how bad I suck at art. At the same time, I’ve had people becoming obsessed with my art. I’ve even seen people jump up and down, they are so excited to see whatever it is they saw.

I just think it’s kinda interesting to flip through a book and see artwork spanning 20 or so years within a few minutes. It’s almost like compressed time or something.

To see all but five pieces of everything that I have ever painted, then definitely get the paperback of Abstract Paintings. The kindle version is more like a “best of” for the paintings.

One more thing. If you are or know of a visual artist who has self published any kind of contemporary art that isn’t comic books or some evil stuff drawn in blood, the please send me a message and let me know. I would love to use my kindle unlimited to see that.

I tried to look for some other visual artists who have used kindle direct publishing, however, I couldn’t find anything except one bo0ok of landscapes, and one book of simple shapes drawn in photoshop. If you know of any self publishing author who publishes artwork that isn’t completely banal, then I would love to know. Maybe it is hidden. I couldn’t find any on Amazon.

Anyways peace, thanks.

[falsegoodnight]

these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, podfics, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with *.

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 25th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because otherwise this is going to be obnoxiously long. 

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main list ~

✰ black cherries and chocolate by @harryanthus​ | NR | 666 (intense and jarring in the best way. this leaves you with that heart-racing feeling and panic crawling up your throat)

There is something or well, someone in the walls.

✰ keep secrets just to keep you by @hadestyles​ | T | 1k (loved this so much!! and need 1000000 more royalty abos from rori immediately)

“With the elements as my witness, I take you to be my husband. My heartbeat begins with you and ends with you, Louis Tomlinson.” Louis sinks to his knees as well, salty tears mixing with the pure rainwater. “And I take you as mine. My heart beats for you and with you.”

✰ bitter coffee and sweet love by @dontfuckwithmyotp​ | G | 1k (so cute and sweet!! proud of you ari for getting your first fic out and excited to see what you do next!)

“Hello! Welcome to The Busy Bean! Are you new?” Louis blinked in surprise at the voice and looked around to find the source. “Behind you,” The person tapped his shoulder once and he whirled around at the unexpected touch.

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to interrupt a person—” His rant stopped when he finally faced them. It was a guy—Harry Styles, according to his small black name tag. His eyes widened in embarrassment.

✰ turn your mic off, baby by @vogueharrystan​ | E | 2k (i love when lilli writes harry’s pov. this was so hot!)

Louis walks around the house naked all day and ignores Harry to play video games instead. Harry gets tired of it.

✰ This Could Be Love by mulletharry | G | 2k (such a cute and perfect little valentine’s day fic! put the biggest smile on my face <3)

Harry and Louis have been together for four months. They spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

✰ you appear as my soul by @hadestyles​​ | T | 2k (so gorgeous and raw)

He aches — not as much as Louis, he could never imagine all that he bears quietly — and as cruel as it sounds, it keeps reminding him of how fragile they are.

✰ the energy from your body by sweetielouis | E | 3k (hilarious, hot, and cute!)

Harry and his friends have a popular podcast, for the Valentines Day special they get a bit drunk and talk a bit too comfortably about their friends arses.

It's a good thing Louis doesn't mind it all that much. 

✰ look how i remember by @harryanthus​ | M | 4k (this left me speechless and aching)

He hates it, he wants to scream and tell Harry as much. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me as if we are in love. Kiss me like you will never do it again. Kiss me with so much hatred that it turns back to love.

✰ Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup​ | G | 5k (so so cute and funny!!)

"That chunky oversized sweater is like a clown outfit made for winter."

It feels like time slows down.

Those words echo in his mind, familiar. Why are they familiar? The— the sweater he saw last week. The one with all the knit squares.

The train slows to a stop and Louis just— he doesn’t move. He feels frozen in place as people surge around him. Suddenly everyone is moving too fast and then just as suddenly the car is near empty, taking off again.

The man is gone.

His soulmate is gone.

✰ reckless serenade by @thepolourryexpress​ | E | 4k (adorable and funny and amazing!)

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

✰ dancing in the moonlight by @outropeace​ | E | 5k (need 100k more of this immediately, thanks. so wonderful)

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

✰ The truth is, the stars are falling by larrysbeanies | E | 5k (hot!!! walking-in trope that i love so much)

Harry knows Louis is gay. Hell, he came out to Harry exactly two months ago (when the dreadful dry spell started) because it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that his one night stands were men. And, you know, they’re best friends so there aren’t supposed to be secrets and all that.

Thing is, Louis told Harry he’s gay ergo, Harry is aware that Louis likes men. Why the fuck did he act so normal while fingering him three days ago, then? Is this something straight guys do to their gay best friends in Harry’s world?

Louis would really like to know.

✰ to be used and to be in love by @thelesserneptune​ | E | 5k (blessed that this is a series. really hot and cute!)

Louis doesn't know why his filthy best friend turned into a vanilla boyfriend and thinks of the perfect birthday present to solve that problem.

✰ on the borderline by @princelouisau​ | E | 8k (the way danielle writes... poetry. this broke me down and then stitched me back up <3)

Louis makes his choice.

✰ One Step Closer by agrinwithouthiscat | G | 12k (reading asexual hl fics is instant comfort and this was lovely)

The one fake relationship AU where they don't end up together.

✰ i glow pink in the night by @raspberryoatss​ | E | 12k (hybrid louis perfection, beautiful writing, characters, and story as always!)

Harry reads a lot of articles about hybrids and Louis is determined to prove them wrong.

✰ The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by @speakingwithink | G | 13k (asexual hl again! this one made me cry) 

Louis sits on his hands to stop them from shaking as he adds, ‘and I’m ace.’ If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.

✰ Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou​ | M | 13k (enemies with benefits to lovers goodness! so hot and entertaining)

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

✰ hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | NR | 16k (this writer’s atmosphere/prose draws me in every time. such a lovely story)

Harry's in the army, Louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

✰ The Future is Now by @jacaranda-bloom​ | E | 16k (love fics in this five times format and this one was so unique and cool!! and the friends to lovers aspect = chef’s kiss)

Five times Louis follows the fortunes to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him the whole time.

✰ Visceral Heat & Carnal Highs by @theisolatedlily​ | E | 18k (the prose in this... gorgeous. so fucking good and addicting. delighted that there’s going to be a sequel and excited for whatever lily does next!)

Louis is a demon at a house party prowling for a meal, indulging in horrendous sins to satisfy his hunger. Harry is the talk of the night, beckoning all eyes on him and the reason why Louis’s plan goes awry.

✰ deFENCEless by @solvetheminourdreams​ | T | 27k (this was so cute and so funny and i had the biggest smile on my face the entire time. not surprised since stef always evokes that in me with her writing)

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

✰ darling, you give love a bad name by snowcaplou | M | 29k (been waiting for this one since summer and i wasn’t disappointed! so wonderful and real!)

Louis’ has been best friends with Gemma all his life in this stupid little town he’s grown to hate. What happens when, after one night together with his best friend’s brother, he falls pregnant? Surrounded by small minds and conservative cultures, Louis has to deal with parents that demand they do the “right” thing. Get married before anybody finds out.

✰ The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson* by @helloamhere​ | T | 31k (will never not be an all-time favorite. louis’ character is my absolute favorite - gothic heroine indeed - and harry is the best dramatic gay ghost ever <3)

Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

✰ begged and borrowed time by @bottomlwt​ | M | 40k (this concept was so unique and so cool!! loved the medieval setting and the time travel and how everything fit together in the end!!)

“It wasn’t until 1568 that it became time for Prince Harry to find a queen and prepare to rule. However, the day he was set to choose his bride-to-be, he mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again despite the multiple search parties that went on through the years. To this day, historians still do not know what happened with the infamous Prince Styles case..."

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees.* by @daddyharrie​ | E | 45k (definition of ris comfort read - on nth reread and still love it wholly. makes me miss la which is an astonishing feat in itself) 

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

✰ haunted by the ghost of you* by @missandrogyny​ | E | 49k (perhaps my favorite fic of all time? the humor, the characters, the angst?!?! all the britney spears!! and pink ouija boards and wikihow!!)

He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.

Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

✰ like real people do by @eeveelou​ | E | 64k (this was... so amazing. the characters were so wonderfully written and so was the journey of healing and growth that louis undertakes over the story :’) loved the contrast between l and h’s lives and how they fit into each other still so perfectly)

Jessica Jones AU in which the dead stay where they belong, featuring Zayn as the high-powered lawyer with a hopeless crush on his assistant Liam, Niall as the constantly stoned but strangely insightful neighbor, Harry as Manhattan’s media darling, and Louis as the never-was hero who’s just trying to pick up the pieces.

✰ Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule | T | 93k (i actually can’t remember if i’ve read this before??? either way - it was wonderful! loved the setting and atmosphere and the supernatural elements! i was so intrigued from the first sentence onwards)

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

podfics ~

✰ tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz​ & read by @softlouislove​ | T (hannah’s voice is so lovely and perfect for reading aloud - and ofc the fic itself is amazing)

Harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip. Louis is a nice change of pace. 

wips ~

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved​ | E | 60k | 6/16 (just caught up fully today but i’m really enjoying everything! this is everything i’ve ever wanted in a fantasy fic)

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies​ | E | 39k | 3/10 (having a blast reading this one!! i’ve never seen the bachelor in my life but in fic-format, it’s so fun!)

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

✰ The Night Still Whispers Sins of Old by @toomanydreamers​ | E | 6k | 2/? (loving this so much, as expected. can’t wait to see how everything unfolds)

Two and a half years have passed since the fateful day when Louis and Harry were crowned Triwizard champions. Confronted with misunderstandings, wounded pride and heartache, Louis stumbled away from the possibility of a future relationship with Harry. Instead, he buried himself into relentless work as a junior Auror and refused to let himself be vulnerable with another person. Circumstances change that force Louis to confront his feelings - and Harry. Stolen glances, picnics at sunrise, thrilling adventures, original spellwork, midnight feasts, soft lips and cautious second chances culminate in an unforgettable mission - but will it be enough to mend their relationship?

non-1d ~

✰ like a bullet needs a gun by @millsxwriting​ | T | 21k | wilds au (despite me having no context, mills still got me to fall in love with toni and shelby. this was so cute and lovely!!)

Toni doesn’t expect to fall for anyone in her senior year. Least of all for Shelby Goodkind, the new girl that arrived in town just before the end of summer. In fact, Toni can’t even look at her for longer than two seconds, or listen to more than three sentences coming out of her mouth without wanting to accidentally push her off a cliff. 

Cue a group project and endless bickering, and suddenly Toni finds herself with an unbearable crush.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

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[sciatu]

URBINO - PALAZZO DUCALE

Vivo nel mio bellissimo palazzo, protetto da forti mura ed alte torri, con mille stanze e mille camini. Mille cavalieri mi proteggono e mille servitori sono al mio comando e per mille miglia il mio Ducato si estende. Di giorno cammino nei lunghi corridoi, tra cortigiani servili e cortigiane compiacenti, passeggio nei grandi cortili, rubo la purezza delle serve nei giardini nascosti e dalle finestre socchiuse ascolto i suoni, le voci e i canti che vengono da fuori il palazzo. Oppure dai grandi balconi, dalle logge protette o dai merli delle torri, osservo il mondo, le grandi foreste, le nuvole fermarsi sulle cime dei monti, le cicogne volare verso sud e tornare, i villani riempire le strade con il loro vociare festoso. Osservo curioso, quel loro incontrarsi e salutarsi, abbracciarsi e baciarsi, ascoltarsi e raccontarsi. Niente di tutto questo posso fare nel mio palazzo, niente che non sia comandare ed essere silenziosamente e servilmente ubbidito. Vago così di stanza in stanza tra pregiati dipinti ed arazzi di seta, armature mai indossate, pergamene mai lette, forzieri mai aperti. Osservo nei grandi camini il fuoco consumare la legna così come il tempo fa con la mia anima. Ascolto annoiato e diffidente ciambellani e capitani di ventura mentre mi parlano di come difendere questo mio immenso palazzo, di come vincerne altri o costruire fortezze ancora più imponenti e vuote. Come chi non ha mai avuto il pane, pensano che la vita sia possedere e comandare, arrivare dove io sono ed oltre cui vi è solo il nulla. L’unica mia gioia è quando a volte di sera esco da una piccola porticina e tra le case del borgo entro in una locanda e li in un angolo osservo i villani ubriacarsi con pessimo vino, comprare amore da donne volgari, soldati azzuffarsi e vecchi giocare con carte consunte. Nella poca luce di quelle piccole locande osservo pellegrini raccontare di terre lontane e l’ansimare degli amanti ai piani di sopra, l’odore di terra e di bosco rimasto tra i calzari dei boscaioli, lo strano parlare di esotici mercanti, l’odore di sangue dei cacciatori, le note leggere del musicista cieco o le canzoni colorate dal vino dei fannulloni di paese che inveiscono contro il loro Duca.

Ripenso alle grandi stanze vuote del mio enorme palazzo, della mia enorme costosa prigione   mi chiedo quale ne è il senso se la vita è fuori di esso, se nei suoi forzieri non vi sono sorrisi, emozioni, poesia o amore ma solo quell’oro che è la ragione del mio essere e che mi sopravvivrà a dare potere e a corrompere mille altri disperati come me.

I live in my beautiful palace, protected by strong walls and high towers, with a thousand rooms and a thousand fireplaces. A thousand knights protect me and a thousand servants are at my command and my Duchy extends for a thousand miles. During the day I walk in the long corridors, among servile courtiers and complacent courtesans, I walk in the large courtyards, I steal the purity of the servants in the hidden gardens and from the half-open windows I listen to the sounds, the voices and the songs that come from outside the palace. Or from the large balconies, from the protected loggias or from the battlements of the towers, I observe the world, the great forests, the clouds stop on the tops of the mountains, the storks fly south and return, the villagers fill the streets with their festive shouting. I observe curiously, their meeting and greeting, hugging and kissing, listening to and telling each other. None of this I can do in my palace, nothing other than command and be silently and slavishly obeyed. I wander from room to room among precious paintings and silk tapestries, never worn armor, unread parchments, never opened coffers. I observe the fire in the great fireplaces consuming the wood as time does with my soul. I listen to bored and distrustful chamberlains and captains of fortune as they talk to me about how to defend this immense palace of mine, how to win others or build even more imposing and empty fortresses. Like someone who has never had bread, they think that life is to possess and command, to arrive where I am and beyond which there is only nothing. My only joy is when sometimes in the evening I go out from a small door and among the houses of the village I enter an inn and there in a corner I observe the villagers getting drunk with bad wine, buying love from vulgar women, soldiers fighting and old people playing with worn cards. In the dim light of those small inns I observe pilgrims talking about distant lands and the panting of lovers upstairs, the smell of earth and wood left among the woodsmen's shoes, the strange talk of exotic merchants, the smell of the blood of the hunters, the light notes of the blind musician or the wine-colored songs of the country idlers who inveigh against their Duke. I think back to the large empty rooms of my enormous palace, of my enormous expensive prison, I wonder what the meaning is if life is outside it, if in its coffers there are no smiles, emotions, poetry or love but only that gold that it is the reason of my being and that it will survive me to give power and to corrupt a thousand others desperate like me.

#Sciatu #Traveling #castle #art

[hermannsthumb]

Lo and behold, HERMANN is the one with a long list of hunky ex-boyfriends (and it drives Newt a little nuts)

a req sent in by @k-sci-janitor and filled TIMELY ENOUGH on their BIRTHDAYYYYY 🎉🎉🎉🎉 s/out to them for discussing this fic concept w me months ago and also today 👀

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It’s a relief to find out Hermann is gay. It’s not even because of Newt’s weird, repressed feelings for the guy—though he admits it’s equally a relief to know that he’s not barking up the wrong tree entirely. The thing is that Newt’s really not sure what he would do if Hermann wasn’t. Hermann has the distinct honor (displeasure?) of being Newt’s only friend in the Shatterdome, after all; this means aside from usual friendship duties (sitting with Newt at lunch, listening to him complain about his day, allowing himself to be dragged along to bars and movie theaters when they finally have a second to breathe), he’s also the person Newt goes to with tales of his romantic conquests (not that he has any), requests for dating advice (not that Hermann has any), and reassurances that whoever Newt has his eyes on that week is hot enough for him (could they ever be?). It’s just, like, easier to do that kinda shit with someone who would also be (hypothetically) eyeing up and dating dudes, if Hermann ever managed to take the stick out his ass and relax long enough to do stuff like that.

Hell, Newt would be first in line if he ever did. As it is, he just has to settle on knocking knees with Hermann under the mess tables and—for lack of a better phrase—checking the latest batch of ranger hopefuls out. Newt doesn’t normally go for the tall, built, and athletic type, but Shatterdome transfers are usually the only way he can score a date, because all the seasoned personnel know to avoid the weirdo biologist in the basement by this point. There’s a war on; desperate times call for desperate measures. Newt hopes at least a handful of them are desperate.

“He’s kinda hot, don’t you think?” Newt says under his breath to Hermann. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at one of the new ranger trainees in line for soup behind them. He has dark hair and a nice smile, and—more importantly—Newt’s sure he’s been making eyes at their table for the better part of five minutes. He’s one of the latest batch that has only just arrived two weeks prior, and the smallest batch by far. Not many people are enlisting in the PPDC these days. Bad for the state of the world and Newt’s libido.

“Hm?” Hermann says.

“The guy behind us,” Newt says. “No, don’t be obvious about it—”

But Hermann turns, conspicuously, so (deciding it can’t get any more awkward than it already is) Newt sighs and turns with him. The dark-haired ranger notices: his smile hitches up an extra centimeter, and he winks.

At once Newt feels his ego swell. He winks back. “Still got it, dude,” he crows to Hermann, and is just rising from his chair to swoop into action when he realizes something; the ranger was not making eye contact with Newt. He was—and is—making eye contact with Hermann.

Hermann scoffs. “Oh, please,” he mutters to Newt. “If he thinks that’ll get him invited over again—”

But the ranger is abandoning his spot in line and jogging towards them, smoothing down his hair as he goes. He’s brimming with a palpable mixture of excitement and anxiety. “Hey, Dr. Gottlieb,” he says. “So, uh, last week was pretty fun?” It’s an invitation for approval, one which Hermann ignores in favor of jerking his shoulders noncommittally. The ranger presses on anyway. “It’s cool to see you. Haha. I, uh, just wanted to make sure you have my email, in case you want to get together again.”

“I have it,” Hermann says.

An awkward tension settles between them. Newt clears his throat in hopes of diffusing it, and the ranger’s eyes dart over to him. “I’m Newt,” Newt says. “Hermann and I work together.”

“Cool,” the ranger says. Disinterested. “Anyway, Dr. Gottlieb, I’m free whenever, so?”

“Yes, I’ll certainly email you,” Hermann says. He picks up his dinner roll and begins to spread butter over it, not bothering to look up when he adds “Lovely to see you again.”

The guy nods, and hurries back over to his friends, who begin debating something with him in hushed voices. Twice the group glances back at Hermann. Hermann’s—uh—friend seems to be blushing. Hermann begins to butter the other half of his dinner roll. “What the hell was that about?” Newt says.

Hermann sets down his roll and furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“That,” Newt says. “Who was that guy?”

“Oh,” Hermann says. “Him.” He rolls his eyes, and to Newt’s alarm goes pink in the cheeks. “We had a, ah, a date, I suppose you could call it, last week. He turned out to be a bit rude, actually, not the very, er, courteous sort. Attentive. Or at least not as courteous as I like. You know.”

“I don’t,” Newt says.

“You know,” Hermann repeats, with more force on the know. His pink blush spreads down his neck. “In the—coupling—sense.”

“You hooked up with him?” Newt says, too loud. A few heads swivel in their direction, including Hermann’s quote-unquote date and his friends; Hermann whacks Newt in the shin with his cane, clearly mortified.

“Keep your voice down! I don’t want the whole bloody Shatterdome to know, do I?” Hermann hisses. “Yes, I had sex with him. I do occasionally take time to enjoy myself.”

Newt stares at Hermann in amazement. Hermann hooks up? Hermann hooks up with hunky guys? Hermann hooks up with hunky guys and then ghosts them? “I didn’t know,” Newt says. “That you…did that.” Months and months of talking about his shitty love life to Hermann and Hermann has never once bothered to volunteer information of his own. Newt always just assumed Hermann had put his emotional (and physical) needs on hold for the sake of the war. Apparently not.

“You never asked,” Hermann says. “Is it important?”

Yes, it is. Newt shakes his head. The rest of their dinner is quiet and without any further interruptions. It’s also without their usual bickering, though, which makes it feel oddly lonely, and when Newt gets back to his bunk that night, he can’t help but wonder what else he hasn’t discovered about Hermann yet. Or, really—what about Hermann’s love life he hasn’t discovered yet.

A bouquet of flowers arrives for Hermann at the lab a week later. Newt is the one to take the delivery, Hermann being too absorbed in his calculations and boring graphs, and also because Newt is harboring a secret hope they’re for himself from a secret admirer. No such luck. To Dr. Gottlieb, the heart-shaped label proclaims in pink cursive, and a few sentences of the sappiest attempt at poetry Newt’s ever seen follows. Love, Pedro. Newt smirks through a suffocating wave of jealousy, whether to be the one giving or getting the flowers he’s not sure. “Hey, Hermann,” he calls across the lab. “Your boyfriend getting persistent. Want me to stick these in water for you?”

Hermann grumbles something, then says “Boyfriend?”

“From the mess the other night,” Newt says. “The uncourteous one.” Newt double-checks the note. “Pedro. His heart is yearning for you, Hermann. Listen to this—”

But Hermann scoffs loudly before Newt can even start on the poem. “Don’t be daft,” he says. “That wasn’t Pedro. That was Jason.” He scribbles over something on his chalkboard and starts again on the line below it. “And Pedro is hardly my boyfriend—it was only dinner.”

“Dinner?” Newt squeaks.

“And drinks,” Hermann says.

“You’re seeing another guy?” Newt says.

Hermann finally turns around. “Does it matter if I am?” he says.

“Yes,” Newt says. “No? I don’t know?”

“I’m a grown man, Newton,” Hermann says. “I date. You ought to try it yourself—it does wonders for the nerves.” When Newt is clearly still unsatisfied, Hermann sighs. “I met Pedro on an errand to LOCCENT last month, and I found him charming. You’d recognize him—you actually, er, caught us in a bit of a compromising position the other night. Remember?”

Newt frowns. He hasn’t caught Hermann with anyway in any compromising situations recently—the only thing he can think of that could be considered remotely embarrassing is when he stepped out into the hallway the same time Hermann’s physical therapist did, and they ended up bumping into each other. But that was—oh, God, Newt’s an idiot.  “That was him?” Newt says. He just assumed anyone stopping by Hermann’s room after work hours would be there for physical therapy, okay? And there had been a lot of…noise. Well, he’s not going to think about that now. “But he was so hot! Do you only date, like, hunks or something?”

“Really, Newton,” Hermann says. “You’re making yourself upset over nothing.” The corner of his mouth twitches up. “Though one of my old ex-boyfriends did become an underwear model…”

“Dude,” Newt says, and before he can help himself, blurts out “Shit, maybe I should start going to the gym.”

Hermann gives him a strange, searching look, and Newt immediately clamps his mouth shut in horror. He’s really gotta start working on his brain-to-mouth filter. Or at least work on not sticking his fucking foot in it every five minutes. “As I said,” Hermann says, cryptically, and turns away (apparently satisfied with whatever he saw in Newt), “you’re making yourself upset over nothing. I hardly find the need to limit myself to ‘hunks’.”

“Uh,” Newt says. “Right.”

Whatever that means.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[armageddonouttahere]

Consolation

Title: Consolation

Summary: Takes place after “Putting Others First”, in which Roman sinks into his room and doesn’t leave for a while. Logan is the only one not preoccupied enough to come and lure him out, but in this he has to face emotions he’s been putting on the backburner for a long time.

Pairings: Romantic Logince, background platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Crying, self-doubt, insecurity, negative thinking

Rating: General Audiences

Genres: Fluff, Hurt/comfort (with a happy ending)

Word count: 2,500

A/N:  Here we are, at last! I had cranked out the last couple paragraphs of this fic just an hour ago, and I’m very excited. This had gone from a little Logince comfort drabble to a fic of 2,500 words (exactly, though I didn’t do that on purpose). I hope anyone who sees this enjoys it, and everyone who’s been waiting for it likes it even more, after all this suspense. Taglist will be at the end, under the cut.

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Logan was at a loss. The aftermath of Janus’ name reveal left all the sides shaken and fragile. Especially Roman. Logan wanted to help, he wanted to be able to tell Roman with certainty that he will be okay, that everything will be alright. Logan needed to be able to look Roman in the eyes and know that the words that came out of his mouth are truths.

But he can’t. So, Logan focused on the problems he could solve. He endeavoured to keep Thomas in working order, though on the inside he may be struggling. Virgil seemed to have taken a backseat, focused on watching over Patton. The most he’d seen of the anxious side was weekly updates and reports on Patton’s condition, how he was feeling, which Logan appreciated greatly. He needed all the positive data he could get.

As the logical side, Logan was somewhat attuned with the other sides’ reasoning and thought process. He needed this information to be accurate in order to know how Thomas works, how he functions. He knew how the other sides try to solve problems, how they understand things. When something or someone throws a wrench in the system it’s one of the few things that affected Logan physically.

In the aftermath after Roman sank out Logan had migraines for weeks. Roman’s flawed logic- his flawed perception of himself- is the one thing that has caused Logan the most physical pain. Roman’s view of himself shifted so drastically to the negative end that Logan felt… sorry? For him? 

He felt… he- he felt. Roman made him feel. What did he feel, exactly? Empathy? It was true that Roman’s emotional pain gave Logan physical pain, but the shared anguish went further than that. Logan knew what it’s like to feel wrong, to feel unheard. He related to Roman. He knew what he’s going through. 

Their opinions may differ, but Roman still needed consolation. Logan won’t further his belief that Janus is the villain, but Roman doesn’t need a scolding or a lecture, skewed though his viewpoint of Janus may be. He needed someone to listen to him, someone to comfort him.

Logan was aware that he’s no optimal candidate for the matter, not the first choice for consolation (nor the second). He does not possess the endless cuddles and comfort food of Patton, nor does he have the quiet understanding and listening ears of Virgil. His only way of reassuring the prince is through data, probabilities, and chances. Inadequate. Unsatisfactory. Definitely not enough.

Logan made a plan. A plan to make Roman feel better. A plan to get Roman to open his door, something he hadn’t done in two weeks. He gathered things he believed he would need in order to cheer Roman up: the Sherlock screenplay Roman had gifted him at Christmastime, Logan’s book of Shakespeare’s plays (Hamlet being pre-marked with a red sticky-note, in case Roman is feeling increasingly dramatic and macabre), his journal for note-taking, vocab cards, and his laptop- which has a playlist compilation full of ‘cute’ animal videos at the ready. All of this was needed for Logan to get up the courage to knock on Roman’s door. He felt as if he’s putting on an armour of sorts. Preparing himself for battle. 

It’s quite funny- the logical side needs bravery and courage to step outside his area of expertise and comfort the prince of the group.

May 17th, 2020. 1830 hours. Attempt #1: Prologue.

Roman has not left his corner of the mindscape for 16 days, 6 hours, and 28 minutes. Virgil has just given an update on Patton’s condition, which is thus: Patton’s “room” has slightly lessened in its intensity of upsetting emotions. The picture frames’ rate of showing unfavourable memories has decreased. Patton has not cried yet today. The Dark Sides, Remus and Janus, seem to be keeping on the “down-low”. Thomas has not had any intrusive dreams in many days. Virgil has been too preoccupied in keeping tabs on Patton to give him anxiety over much.  Thomas’ motivation has gone down. His restlessness has gone up. Roman’s unconscious contributions to Thomas’ everyday life have gone down significantly. Thomas has stopped daydreaming. He has stopped thinking about the future, what he has to do tomorrow. He is becoming forgetful and apathetic.  As the logical side, there is only so much I can do to keep Thomas in working order without help from the others, that much I can admit. I have put off trying to help Roman in case things only become worse, but the stakes are too high at this point. Action must be taken. I will record the results of this 1st attempt later.

Logan steeled himself, books tucked under his arm. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

Around nine at night, he wrote down the results. Roman had been unresponsive to polite requests for entry, knocking, attempts to start a conversation, small-talk, even a referencing desire to build a snowman. He had not responded to propositions of reading from plays or poetry, or any of his favourite literature. In summary, it was almost like speaking to a “brick-wall” (almost, because the door to Roman’s room was made of mahogany).

“Really? Things must be bad,” was Virgil’s response as Logan recounted the events to him later that evening. It was late, almost time for Logan to get some shut-eye after organizing Thomas’ duties for tomorrow. Logan had entered the kitchen hoping that Thomas would get a good night’s sleep so he could have the highest level of productivity the next day, but judging by the Monster Energy drink resting in Virgil’s hands he supposed that was not the case.

“It is certainly concerning. I tried… if not everything, at least a substantial amount of options.”

“Yeah, and if Roman doesn’t answer to a Disney reference… I’m worried about him. Do you want... me to try?” he said, fidgeting. Logan realized he looked uncomfortable with the idea. Virgil must felt a little guilty for not showing up at all during the argument.

“No, I believe that more attempts should be made. To wear him down, in a way. I’m planning to try again tomorrow.”

“Same Bat Time, same Bat Place?”

“An interesting way of putting it, but that’s the idea.” Logan rubbed his eyes and began making a list of all his tasks once he returned to his room.

“Alright. I’m gonna go see Thomas.” Virgil said, getting ready to sink out.

“I assumed you were. And Virgil?”

He popped back up. “Yeah?”

“Please at least try to motivate him a bit, if through fear? I don’t want to deal with a gloomy, unproductive Thomas tomorrow.”

“You got it. I won’t screw him up too much. ‘Night, Lo.”

“Good-night, Virgil.” He was alone.

“Roman?” Logan knocked once more. “Roman, would you be open to company? I wish to speak with you.”

Nothing. He sighed, pushing his journal farther into his pants pocket. He decided to come with substantially less things this time around. To come as he is.

“I’m not entertaining visitors or guests at the present. Please come back another time, thank you,” came a weak and muffled response.

The sound of Roman’s voice gave Logan an ache in his heart which he didn’t want to name. He ignored it, for the moment.

“I just want to speak with you. You’ve been decidedly quiet these past few weeks. Your input, both in-person and in Thomas’ subconscious has dropped a considerable amount. As far as I am aware you have not made your presence known to me or any of the other sides in over two weeks.”

Silence was his response. Facts were getting Logan nowhere. Logan sighed, struggling with himself. Did he tell Roman what he thought in simple terms, what he was trying to say through his data? How could he bare himself to Roman’s listening ears, let himself be known?

“In all honesty, Roman, I’m- I’m…” He took a breath. “I’m worried about you.” He said this in a rush, letting it all out in one breath. Like a Band-aid, as Virgil had stated. The silence that still followed both frightened him and spurred him on.

“Roman, I- I haven’t spoken to you in weeks. I’m afraid of what will happen if you stay isolated for much longer. You’re a necessary part of Thomas’ life, for me to have things to maintain and keep in order. But more than that, more than duties of mine, I mis- I’m… finding your absence upsetting.”

Logan faintly realised his hands had begun to shake, and he clenched them.

“You… mean a lot to m- the Mindscape, to Patton, to Virgil… to everyone. No one means you harm. We need your input on discussions, and revel in your ideas and thoughts. We... miss you.”

Just gotta rip it off.

“I- I miss you, Roman.” Logan shut his eyes, forcing out the idea that he had become emotional enough to begin producing tears. Logic does not cry. “We bicker sometimes and both of us are wrong on occasion, but I would rather have arguments with you than nothing without.”

“Seeing your vibrance and excitement in brainstorming, your happiness in Disney movies and romances, watching your brilliance when creating plays and stories and… being you, I- I find myself… swept up- metaphorically, of course- in every emotion you give off when you’re around me. Seeing you productive and happy gives me more of a reason to work to the best of my ability.”

“It’s… it would be difficult for me to ever say these things in the hearing of the other sides, but… I miss the feelings you bring me when you are around. It is something greater than a job well done, Crofters, or puzzles and murder mysteries being solved.”

“The emotions I feel when you are around are something more than a simple pleasure in watching, in the aesthetical enjoyment of seeing things fall into place. When I’m with you, I feel… spurred into action.”

“Roman, I- I can’t… I can’t bear your absence any longer. I’m worried about you, but more than that, I’m worried that should you keep to yourself, I’ll never… I- I won’t…” Logan swept aside a few tears that had run down his face. His throat ached so much that he feared he wouldn’t be able to get any more words out. The words he spoke next came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Without you I’m afraid I’ll never feel anything again.”

A shuddered gasp tore itself from Logan’s throat as he took his first proper breath in a few minutes. Tears slicked their way down his face freely now. This was, Logan supposed, because such a long drought of emotion had rendered him virtually unable to control any that did overcome him.

“However,” Logan began once more after a few more minutes of silence, his voice quieter now. If anyone else had heard it, they might have said he sounded ashamed. “Should you wish to remain alone for… whatever period of time, I won’t stop you. Asking you to open your door for my sake is extremely selfish of me. I’m… I’m sorry, Roman.”

Logan took one more breath before turning around to leave. He had no idea what the effects of his speech would be, and that scared him. He was in an entirely new territory. This was an unprecedented event, with no similar experiences to compare it to. He had ‘boldly gone where no man had gone before’, so to say.

Logan was so wrapped in his own panic, for that is what it was, he almost missed the imperceptible click of Roman’s door opening as he walked away. Every muscle in Logan’s body tensed, and he prepared for angry words and scathing insults. Logan would face it, however. He turned around, and was met with a sight for some very sore eyes.

Roman held open his door an infinitesimal amount, peering through the crack. Through the small open space Logan could see the prince out of his usual outfit, the beautiful swath of his hair, and one very tearful eye. Logan opened his mouth without knowing what would come out, but the air was knocked out of him.

Roman flung the door open wide and his socked feet ate up the steps between them as he flung his arms around Logan, the force of his embrace almost tipping Logan over. An embarrassing ‘oof’ escaped him at the impact and his hands went up to grip the back of Roman’s jumper after only a second of hesitation.

Logan’s mind filled incredibly fast with all sorts of information: the scent of Roman’s hair, the warmth of his body, how Roman buried his head in Logan’s neck and the slight wetness that came from tears. The way Roman’s nose jutted into his neck, the almost imperceptible touch of Roman’s lips on his shirt collar. Logan’s body betrayed him in an audible catch of his breath as Roman clung to him harder.

“Roman, I-” Logan began in a faint whisper, but Roman only shushed him and tightened his grip, rocking them from side to side ever so slightly.

They stayed like that for Galileo knows how long when the prince peeled himself from Logan. Roman looked upon Logan with eyes so bright from unshed tears Logan would have believed there were stars in them.

“You never said anything. Not a word.”

Their conversation was as hushed as could be, the Mindscape and the world beyond it ceasing to exist and zooming in on the two of them, in this moment.

“I’m not good with words. When it comes to talking about feelings, I mean. You know this.”

“Don’t lie, Specs. That was one of the most eloquent and beautiful things I’ve ever heard.”

Logan scrambled to find a breath within him as Roman smiled up at him. For one of the few times in his life, he found himself with nothing to say.

“It was moving, and heartfelt-” Roman continued, taking Logan’s hand and stepping back, towards his room. He paused in his motions and looked at Logan once more.

“-and it was incredibly romantic.” He said softly.

“I’m- I’m glad.” came Logan’s strangled reply. Roman smiled at him again and led him into his room. There they would sit and talk for hours, and Logan would hold Roman to his chest. They would confess to things bothering them and their hopes, dreams, and fears for the future. It would grow late, and Logan would give in and begin to card his hands through Roman’s hair as the prince drifted off to sleep.

There, in the black-blue of the sky of Roman’s window, scattered with stars and the slanting rays of the moon, Logan would look down upon the prince’s sleeping head and realize, though he had first doubted his abilities, he had been enough. Enough for Roman and for himself. He had been enough.

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[solacechild]

How the characters from Heroes of Olympus would act at a karaoke night:

Percy:

Lets be honest, Percy can't sing, but that wouldn't stop him from making an amazing presentation.

Imagine him singing "under the sea" from the Little Mermaid movie, cause, Disney's songs all the way.

He would dance during the presentacion and end it with a triumphant pose.

He'd probably dedicate a song to Annabeth.

Annabeth:

Has a very pretty voice.

Would practice her presentacion days before that night for make it perfect.

Would choose her song meticulously.

She would probably create a presentation with steps to accompany the song.

Would get angry if she loses a high note.

Percy would throw flowers at her at the end of the presentation.

Jason:

First he would ask for his glasses cause he can't see the lyrics.

Kinda akward.

My boy is trying his best.

Has a pretty solid voice, but sometimes he would lose some notes.

I feel that Percy would also throw flowers at him.

Piper:

Queen of the karaoke night. PERIOD.

Has the most beautiful voice of the group.

Her presentacion is just iconic. She dances, sings...Is there something this girl can't do?

Leo and her take the night to a whole new level.

Jason looking at her from afar with a proud face.

Leo:

You can only describe his presentation with one word, CHAOTIC.

You would expect Leo to have a bad voice, but heck no, he is fucking good.

He is on fire, literally.

Just imagine Piper and him as an iconic duo, with a super choreography, both of them being super chaotic but also super amazing, with awesome vocals, would be the BEST show ever seen.

Hazel:

At first she would be like: karaoke??? What???

But after seeing Piper and Leo's presentacion she is ready to try it.

She is so excited, kinda nervous too.

Has a super sweet voice, it's like hearing an angel sing.

Despite losing many notes, she can make a song with the most horrible lyrics sound like a beautiful poetry.

Frank:

Hazel forces him to sing.

-Hazel PLEASE, don't make me do it!!!

AKWARD

At first all you can hear is his nervous breathing into the microphone.

After calming down, everyone discovers that he actually sings very well.

He swore he would not participate again.

Nico:

Will, Jason and Percy force him to sing.

He really doesn't give a shit if he's out of tune.

Has a kill me face the whole presentation.

He doesn't even try, he just goes on reading the lyrics.

In the end he tries to sing, but only for Will and Hazel.

Reyna:

She really doesn't care much.

I mean, she is not really trying and even so she is fucking good at it.

Kinda serious and bored too.

I think she would sing a song in spanish at some point.

No romantic songs.

Comprobado que Reyna es una reina en todo lo que hace.

𝐑𝐨𝐦

#trials of apollo #hoo #percy jackson #anabeth chase #pjo #pjo/hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #percabeth #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna arellano

[strawberrywritings]

Poem 14.

A/N: these are days filled with ideas and I’m honestly loving it! The inspo for this came thanks to an ask (which i can’t find anymore) sent to @crushed-pink-petals-writes and @suckthatskittlebiiitch‘s comment: shoutout to you, but I also blame you because it’s been almost 3 days and the idea won’t leave my head and I just HAD TO WRITE IT.🙈 I did not include all of the poem, I just used some lines, and I used the Spanish version (but you can find the English translation, also). One day I will address my love/hate relationship with poetry, but today is not the day. I’m making an exception for Angel, tho.😌

Enjoy! Xx 🍓

/ Masterlist

Warnings: unprotected sexual intercourse, oral sex (f receiving), not proofread

Summary: the Mayans Book Club starts reading poetry and Angel recites you a poem, the Angel way.

Angel had been blackmailed into joining the Mayans book club and he hated to admit it, but he liked it. He talked to you about the books they read, what he liked, what he didn’t like, his theories and sometimes he also made alternative endings. When Letty suggested reading poetry, the others didn’t know what to say. Poetry, of course, couldn’t be read like novels and they were hesitant at first, but they tried it.

They started with the basis: English poetry. And EZ (who was in charge of the whole thing, with the supervision of Bishop) assigned homework: everyone had to read and present a poem from the author they had chosen, give a brief explanation, going beyond the written words and finding the meaning, understand it.

Angel had loved it, he had googled and read every analysis he could come across to, and he wanted to know more and more each time. He had never read that much.

/

The chairs were put in a circle, everyone with their book in hand, bookmarks, notes, it felt as if they were back in school. Today they were going to read Neruda.

Gilly got up and started reading the poem had chosen, Poem XIV from the book “20 love poems and a song of despair”. Angel listened, marveling at the analysis his brother had done, and all he could think about was you and how you fit perfectly in the lines of the poem.

The night went on, but Angel had zoned out, his brain replayed the poem over and over in his head.

/

A couple of days had passed, and Angel had read the poem a hundred times, and he wanted you to know that he loved you.

He smiled as he entered the house, finding you on the bed, a flannel of his resting loosely on your body, allowing him to see your soft curves.

“Hello there”, you said with a sweet smile, now watching him. He smiled and slowly walked towards you, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the end of the bed. You yelped and gave a soft laugh, but it slowly died down when you saw the seriousness in his eyes. “Something wrong?”, your cheerful mood was gone.

He shook his head and smiled at you, spreading your legs and trailing one of his hands from your feet to your inner thigh. “No, everything’s perfect. I love you”, he murmured, kneeling in front of you and sliding both of his hands under the shirt you were wearing, but he avoided your breasts, opting to caress your skin again and again. You had no clue what was happening.

“Baby… what are you doing?”, you whispered, propped up on your elbows, and whined when he finally touched your chest, but it wasn’t eager like usual. Angel loved having sex with you, but he had always been on the rougher side, worshipping you in his own way, not that you complained. There had been times where he would go slow, and you enjoyed it very much. Still, he was not a patient man.

He shushed you and smiled, kissing just below your belly button. “Don’t worry, just relax”, he said, as his hands removed the fabric from your body, leaving you completely naked, and him completely dressed.

He ducked his head down and slowly started to eat you out. You didn’t know if it was the change of atmosphere or the incredible way his lips worked on you, but you came within minutes; Angel groaned at the taste of you and wiped his mouth clean… which didn’t do much, since his beard was covered in your arousal.

He got on top of you, and you reached down to unbuckle his pants, but he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

He took his time undressing and when his tip entered you, your body felt like it was on fire. Every touch was erotic and you couldn’t help but squirm against the mattress, his body on top of you, his cock caressing your walls with slow and deep strokes.

You both hadn’t said much, the only sounds were moans and whines and groans. Then, Angel spoke.

“I’ve been thinking about you for days, fuck- I wanna recite you a poem”, your eyes snapped open, he was watching you. Your eyes searched his, questioningly, you had no idea what was going on. When you didn’t respond, he started.

Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo.

Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. 

(Every day you play with the light of the universe. / Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.)

He kept thrusting slowly, his words a bit muffled as he had his lips against your neck. You were his world, his universe, and he wanted you to understand how much he loved you. Angel was not good with his words, but he could try with someone else’s.

Hearing him speak Spanish, reciting poetry while you were making love, had you becoming lightheaded.

A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo.

Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas.

(You are like nobody since I love you. / Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.)

You moaned and threw your head back, your nails digging into his shoulders at the pleasure, making him moan and thrust a bit harder as a reaction. There is nobody like you, nothing compares to you, he’s put you on a pedestal.

While you were too occupied with each other, the weather outside had gotten bad. The clouds in the sky and the breeze coming from the open window announced the arrive of a storm, but you didn’t mind. Now, all your mind could think about was the way Angel’s hips were pushing and pulling against your own.

Life could put him through the worst things, but he felt strong with you by his side.

Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes.

Tú me responderás hasta el último grito.

Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo.

(You are here. Oh, you do not run away. / You will answer me to the last cry. / Cling to me as though you were frightened.)

He continued, his head now against your chest.

Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas,

y tienes hasta los senos perfumados.

( Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, / and even your breasts smell of it.)

His tongue explored your flesh, his pace always sensual even if you were squeezing around him. Your whines had gotten louder and you had scratched at his back multiple times, always when his tip bumped your g-spot.

Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí,

a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.

(How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, /my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.)

He remembered the way people looked at you when you said his name with the biggest smile on your face. Everybody had warned you, he was dangerous, nothing good, stay away. But you were stubborn. The day Angel had confessed to you what he really did for the club, was the day worry, uneasiness, and restlessness made a home in your head. It was also the day you vowed to stay by his side, it didn’t matter what he did. You loved him. He knew you were the one, then.

Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote. Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo. Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.

(My words rained over you, stroking you. / A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. / I go so far as to think that you own the universe. / I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, / dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.)

His thrusts had begun to quicken, signalling that he was approaching his high, and you were too. You opened your eyes and your gazes met, he gave you a soft smile, pausing his words to kiss you, the first real kiss since the start of the poem. It was soft and loving but you still felt electricity shoot through your body. His movements were fast, now, he pressed his forehead against yours, his forearms rested beside your head, supporting his weight, and your bodies were touching almost completely. You grabbed his hand, wrapping your leg around his waist and you both moaned out at the change of angle, that made him reach even deeper.

You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm coming and you kept him anchored to you with your leg on his waist, his hand coming on your raised thigh to squeeze it, your grip so thigh, not letting him leave your warmth and his hips stuttered. His and yours groans and moans filled the room.

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.

(I want / to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.)

You came just as he finished speaking, and he followed you. He kept moving his hips against yours, riding out your high and emptying himself inside you. When you were both done, your chests were rising and falling rapidly. He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, before gently removing himself from you and going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and help you clean up. You flinched at the contact, still sensitive to the touch, and he made sure to be extra careful.

He got up, discarding the towel and put on his boxers, helping you get into a clean pair of panties and a shirt of his. He closed the window and then you felt the bed dip again under his weight. You curled up against him as he kissed your head and stroked your bare back, smiling at your blissed-out state.

“I love you, so much”, you said, looking at him and he could see the love in your eyes, too. “Te amo, mi dulce”, he replied, hugging you to him and draping a blanket over you both, ready to nap while holding you close.

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#angel reyes x reader #angel reyes imagine #mayans mc imagine #my writing

[coconut-cluster]

Hello! How are you today? You wouldn't happen to have some spare rambles, would you? Have a nice day!

Hi! I’m pretty good and of course I do!!!

I know I post about it like constantly but I’m really, genuinely so happy that Roman fits so well with ADHD traits. I grew up feeling like I was a ‘bad’ smart kid because i was in these advanced classes, but I had trouble finishing work on time and understanding directions quickly (especially with math) and not daydreaming/doodling in class when everyone else seemed to get along fine, and I always felt like I was just like... too much when it came to socializing? 

^^ So seeing a character like Roman, who’s creative and enthusiastic and loud and sensitive and sometimes in his own head a lot, who’s a little awkward because of it, who obviously struggles with insecurity and self-doubt, who has expectations and standards he feels like he can’t quite meet even though he’s trying, it’s really nice!!!! 

Also I love him

Also on that note, seeing a character like Logan who has trouble with discerning which of his emotions are appropriate and when, who seems to struggle with being numb because it’s less messy or overwhelming versus being scared of losing all connection to the feelings that define a lot of humanity, ESPECIALLY because Logan tends to embody the ‘middle kid mediator’ vibe - I really appreciate that yknow??

or maybe that’s me projecting

but the fact that I can project all that so much onto him and still have it fit with his character is nice

also the fact that he likes psychology so much is spectacular 

and I love him as well 

bro how interesting would the next episode be if it started out with Thomas just feelin kinda off? and Patton pops up like “have u been takin a break like Janus suggested? doin some self care?” and Thomas is like yeah

so they call Virge like “how are u feeling?? anything wrong?” and Virge is like “the world is imploding in on itself and death is inevitable. so nothing worse than usual”

so then Lo pops up all informatively like he does like “I thought we’ve covered this kind of thing before?? in how many different ways can you feel aimlessly ‘off’? this is getting ridiculous Thomas please for the love of god consider therapy”

and then they all like discuss for a while - maybe them suggesting, hey, you could watch a movie or write or sing or smth /creative/ to lighten your mood and Thomas just can’t find any excitement or inspiration for it - and then finally one of them is like “....well where’s Roman then”

and they call him up - i’d like to think he doesn’t come when Thomas or Patton try - and he doesn’t look out of the ordinary, but there’s no dramatic pose or witty one-liner when he shows up. he just kind of looks... resigned. like he’ll attend to what they need of him but he’d like to go back to where he was as soon as possible. 

and he does just that. they ask him how he is - he looks curious at the question, even a little hopeful that they’re asking, then visibly deflates when Logan explains that Thomas feels bad and they want to know if Roman is the cause - and he assures them he’s fine - just fine, no poetry or wordplay, just... fine - and waits for Thomas to accept the answer, then sinks back down. just like that. no fanfare.

(and then Virgil and maybe even Logan too are understandably confused about how weird he was being, and Patton and Thomas reluctantly explain the recent events, at which point Virgil would probably flip about Janus and so on so forth)

anyway how cool would that be :)

((i planned that ‘virgil flipping out’ scene and a subsequent argument in DETAIL the other night alksjdalkfl))

i know the fandom jokes a lot about roman stans and their roman angst but personally i gotta say, there’s a lot of catharsis in making a character you relate to go through something hard when you know you’re in control of the story and especially the ending

I don’t know if this is just me, bc it’s definitely kind of irrational or weird ig, but sometimes I project an issue onto characters and then get so frustrated when the comments are all about how funny or in-character it is. and I know that it’s weird because like... I made the post connecting my issues to the character, so of course random people on the internet aren’t going to see it as anything more than a headcanon?? but every time it happens I kinda feel like I want to yell forever

like that post about Virgil having insomnia? I wrote that at like three am when I was shaky and tired after staring at my ceiling for hours and I was SO irrationally annoyed that most of the comments were completely unattached to what I felt like I was saying with it. which makes no sense and I know that. so I just added some prinxiety and then a joke to it and called it a night 

anyway!!! vent over lol 

(although actually last thing on that note, don’t disregard or downplay your feelings for the comfort of others. obviously like be mindful that not everyone has the emotional space to listen and process every issue you come to them with, but you’re allowed to be upset and angry and frustrated and whatever else without adding an ‘lol’ or ‘but it’s not a big deal’ or whatever to the end. people have emotions and it’s okay to feel them)

NOW anyway

we should let the sides be archers more. that’d be dope 

I think Remus should get a cool weird dramatic capelet to coordinate with Janus. like that one moth-lookin french cape. i’ll reblog with a picture because I know I have it saved because it’s rad

I cannot harp on enough about how sensitive Roman seems to music and art and literature and cinema and whatever other form of creation you can think of. you know those books/movies that are like physically moving and touching? The Half of It, All the Bright Places, Turtles All the Way Down, Mosquitoland, etc?? I think he’d be someone who watches/reads those and just. holds on to them. forever afterwards

okay i think i have to end there bc it’s one am and i’m tired but I hope those were good rambles anon!!! i hope your day/night is lovely!!!!

#ask #roman sanders #logan sandesr #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #long post #Anonymous

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

HypMic characters as 3 random Spotify genres

(Notes before you begin:

See the list of genres here - note genres may not actually fit characters in sound, since I assigned them based on the name of the genre.

Inspired by this tweet.

If I don’t know if it should be capitalised, I’ve left it uncapitalised. Same with punctuation.

If you can’t find a genre on the Every Noise at Once page, Ctrl + F/Cmd + F.)

Buster Bros:

Ichiro: otacore | J-division | doujin

Jiro: classic J-rock | anime score | anime

Saburo: progressive technical death metal | symphonic black metal | geek folk

Mad Trigger Crew:

Samatoki: slamming deathcore | deathstep | rock in opposition

Jyuto: glass | police band | electric blues

Riou: military rap | rio grande do sul indie | Australian rockabilly

Fling Posse:

Ramuda: denpa-kei | viral pop | diy emo

Gentaro: oc rap | one-person band | sung poetry

Dice: deep freestyle | Shibuya-kei | grunge pop

Matenrou:

Jakurai: rakugo | bible | anthem worship

Hifumi: oshare kei | la pop | boy pop

Doppo: emoviolence | sleep | lo-fi emo

Dotsuitare Honpo:

Sasara: deep comedy | fan chant | comedy rap

Rosho: chillout | indie emo | college a capella

Rei: vintage reggae | tavern | scam rap

Bad Ass Temple:

Kuko: brutal death metal | Japanese black metal | Christian alternative metal

Jyushi: cosmic black metal | emo rap | medieval rock

Hitoya: old school dancehall | deep sunset lounge | kids dance party

#Spotify #hypnosis mic #HypMic #buster bros #mad trigger crew #fling posse #matenrou #dotsuitare hompo #bad ass temple #Ichiro Yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #samatoki aohitsugi #jyuto iruma #Riou Mason Busujima #jakurai jinguji #hifumi izanami #doppo kannonzaka #sasara nurude #rosho tsutsujimori #rei amayado #kuko harai #Jyushi Aimono #hitoya amaguni #(Spotify and HypMic...truly a match made in heaven.)