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Alaice - Distraught

CONTENT WARNINGS: Alaice's story deals in dark/mature themes surrounding toxic relationships, domestic violence and my personal interpretation of a woman's place in Ishgardian high society. Please do not read/scroll now if you're under eighteen or if these topics are personally triggering. The abuse is primarily emotional/mental, but there is also a mention of martial rape. I choose to be transparent because I believe in tagging/warning were appropriate, but I'm firmly of the opinion people must be responsible for the kinds of media they choose to engage with. Curate your spaces appropriately.

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it.

Tight fingers wove around a bunch of forget-me-nots, flecks of azure in the grey. Ahead, a weary band of onlookers watched the procession while the stony eyes of The Fury bored, an irony both in material and stare. It wasn’t the kind of wedding Alaice had envisioned for herself; a tiny gathering, a closed ceremony, the absence of her father on her arm.

'It would not do to wait for a spring wedding,' he explained on the first ask, and who was she to deny? The duties of her House weighed heavy since her parent's death (little more than babe, to loose them so quickly - what a tragedy!) and the tender promise of protection nursed to love as she confided to the handsome man now called her fiancé. He knew better, of course, master of his house for a ten-year, how to conduct her affairs in a most delicate manner. It would not bode well for her to attempt to navigate the bureaucracies on her own; the paperwork, the proprieties — she was ill prepared for it! No, he would care for it out of his adoration for her. She need only pledge her love for him and he would make it so.

Sensible. Pragmatic. It was no gayly court and gaggles of gossip, but she would be safe. Her mother had prepared her thusly before she died; the second-nature braid was originally by her hand. The spattering of snowberries and frosted evergreen haloed around her head only furthered the picturesque portrait of bridely innocence on her ascension to the altar.

Past the threshold of virtue. Out of the furnace and into the fire.

He looked at her and she swore to herself none of it mattered. Not the awkward assembly of acquaintances, the Halonic choir singing a chorus closer to a requiem, or the rush-job priest that better suited such a lament. The man on her left loosened his hold and relinquished her to her soon-to-be husband, as if he had any ownership over her in the first place.

Draeir smiled. His mouth were a gate of shiny white teeth, an ivory fortress where she loomed in enamel prisons lashed by his cold word. She smiled back so sweetly, barely containing her excitement, ignorant to the grip that was two ilms too tight on her fingers or the way he pulled her to him with contained force.

She stumbled. He caught her in turn. A moment's panic escaped her mouth, regained in an instant, and she apologised for her mistake.

"You won't do it again," he answered her, and she took it for gentility.

You will know better than to do it again.

The choir lolled into silence.

a beast can never unlearn its nature.

A posy of periwinkles decayed by the windowsill, overlooking the drab gardens flanked by an ever-constant pattering of snow. They had been a gift on his return, a placation for the girl resting chin-first by the ledge, and placed on the mantle to gather dust. That was how she felt most days, now — a painting, perhaps a statue at best. Something to revisit when he pleased, brushed down and realigned.

Sometimes, when he were being generous, he would trot her out to the crowds he entertained — watched with those hawk-like eyes how she curtsied and smiled at their jokes.

"Such a pretty thing, Draeir, how lucky you must be!" The women remarked, dripping poison from the corner of their lips to be bestowed upon their husbands who stared too long. She felt the uncomfortable flip in the pit of her stomach, intensified when they turned away to talk business and pleasure and his hand would seize hers from behind, pulling her to his side.

"Darling," he cooed, his voice dropping so low as to make the others believe they were merely conversing. Then came the hissed "Feeding their egotism is not your job."

Which did he want — her absence or her presence? If she kept to herself he'd stumble into their room wine-drunk and longing, clawing for her company and absconding her for her avoidance. If she stayed by him and submitted to his whims, a toe out of line spurred his ire.

"You are my WIFE." The specks of spittle were like stains on her skin, no matter how much she tried to wipe them off, and the desperate cries for his redemption could not strip the varnish from the bed that creaked from the weight of them. It hadn't occurred to her then to wish for them to crack; to fling them, body and bloody, to the floor.

It hadn't occurred to her to fight back.

How was this love when she was hysterical? How was this love when he looked at her with rage?

Draier grabbed her face and demanded her silence. He kissed her. He bit her. He tore her from the inside out, wringing her out like a crone's cloth, and left her in tatters at the bedside.

When she finally rose, barely registering what time had passed, she bundled the sheets dappled by blood and retrieved her clothes from the floor. She barely registered handing them to her maid, only that she asked they all be burned.

Rotting flowers on a mantle, elegantly framed. Holy work, the church claimed.

Tell me then, father, why I feel so unclean?

Is it nature or is it nurture?

In her dreams, her daughter wrapped her fingers around her throat.

"A sapling cannot be saved from the seed," She said, pretty lips spreading to a bloodied smile that poured down her chin to the spear of ice lodged between her breastbone. When Alaice screamed and tried to tear her hands away, Alyna only pressed her weight harder upon the weapon until she could no longer swallow the blood.

Her complexion. Her father's hair. Eyes of clear ice and steel grey looking at her vapidly. He looked like that when he died, too; the hard lines in his face smoothing to a eerie stillness as he slumped forward on the rime, steam rising from his rapidly cooling body.

She should have been horrified. Yet, when she dropped to her knees in front of him, all she could feel was relief.

Nature made him cruel. Nurture made her desperate. What would be the fate for their babe?

She woke the way a person stepped onto thin ice — cold and all at once. It was as if she suddenly remembered how to breathe, gulping down air instead of frozen water as her chest heaved and the blanket tangled around her legs was crisp and patched with snow.

To her left her daughter cried, but it was only on her third inhale that her mother registered it with fright and turned to scoop her up.

Alaice pressed her to her breast, icy cold. Alyna didn't seem to mind. In the stillness of the night, she was still a babe — not an apparition to be feared or an inevitability to supress.

"I can't tell you if evil is born or made," she recalled the witch telling her. They were alone one night, Elandervier having been coaxed by the promise of wine and relatively silent company. But, as she swirled the red in her hooked fingers, she sighed and looked to Alaice in full. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she busied herself with her cup.

She wondered what she might have said if she pressed. In truth, maybe it was better she didn't know at all.

Instead, she grounded herself with the feeling of her weight connecting with the wooden floorboards and the way her daughter wriggled in her arms. Alaice soothed her with a coo and a kiss to the crown of her head, straying to the window were dried lavender was plucked from the vase and offered as peacekeeping.

She had no way of knowing the horrors of the world. In this moment, she was safe.

That had to be good enough.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : alaice #i'm not tagging el because she only features once but she IS here #anyway hi i feel rusty but i got the main gist of what i wanted here sooo #watch me not write for another six months #( god i hope not FKGHJDFS )#my writing #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things

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thatonebirdwrites · 5 months

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Answering Questions for Fun

20 Questions More

This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers.

I yanked the questions from someone in the supercorp fandom. I forget who. I never get tagged since I'm not really well known writer yet (I'm still a tumblr newbie!), so I'm doing this just for funsies and because I like answering questions.

I will be answering this for the supercorp and korrasami fandoms. My works are here (though I do one-shots on tumblr sometimes).

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship / fandom?

By existing, reading, listening, writing, watching things, staring at the sky and watching the clouds drift by. Seriously, my ADHD's superpower is generating ideas. So I have way too many of them, and I have a note in my Scrivener projects with all the ideas. If anyone needs more ideas, I'll spin out so many. lol

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

So for the Korrasami fandom, that would be @korrasamibottles for their fantastic oneshots, Progman for one of the best post-series fics I've ever read (seriously, the Asami Sato of RRU is awesome), Shigan for some amazing korrasami oneshots, FuzziFox for an adorable and action-y AU where Asami goes south with Korra, lovedeathcats for the best Indiana Jones AU ever, RainbowRosie for a great AU where bending has vanished, paxbanana's Place in the World is an interesting AU take on Korrasami. @asamiontop's Modern world AU is a must read (she also has some great supercorp one-shots). For supercorp? @jazzfordshire has exquisitely written fics, everything @fazedlight writes is gold, @snowydragonscave's oneshots are adorable, @mycatismyeditor has some great AU's that really dig into the characters, @ekingston has some of the best written AU's I've ever read, @karalovesallthegirls has the most hilarious fics ever (Mime fic), robie's AUs are some of the best slow burn I've read, TheUnforgivingMinute wrote a fantastic spookysupercorp, @coffeeshib floored me with their gorgeous prose, @rustingcat not only does amazing art but the fics are such a great slow burn, @chaotic-super's back to Krypton was absolutely goldmine of fun and digging into the lore of Krypton. I could go on. Let's just say I LOVE Y'all's fics. The above are the people who had the most impact on me personally. Where I learned the art of fanfic writing. Since I'm a science fiction writer, I tend toward creative writing techniques that don't always jive well in the fandom realm, so learning from others helps me refine my writing to use the least amount of words for the biggest impact possible. It's also great practice for my original fiction honestly.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

I really love writing Sam Arias. Nia is also super fun to write, and writing Brainy and Lena arguing about science is always fun too. Alex is a littler harder for me to write (her snark is hard for me to capture), but she's a blast once I get in the right headspace for it. For Korrasami, I really love writing Jinora and Bolin. Asami considers both of them basically siblings at this point, and Korra does too actually. heh.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

I will NEVER EVER writing Makorra - that is a clusterfuck I will never touch. Hell, it's why I didn't rewrite book 1 of TLOK for my Shared Moments series because I really didn't want to touch it at all. lol I just skipped to the six months after and started there. I'll NEVER write Lames or any relationship that features Mon-el. Nope. Not touching it. I prefer to write sapphic pairings for the main protagonists. Sure, side characters can have het pairings (like Brainy and Nia), but I won't write a fic with them as the focus. Other folks can do that.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

Step 1: Wake up, wash up, and get tea. Step 2. Cuddle the cat to prepare myself. Step 3: Put on my compression gloves and stretch my arms. Step 4: Put on the correct playlist (absolutely essential step otherwise it'll throw off the entire scene and then I have to start over.) Step 5: Try to avoid Tumblr. (Doesn't always work, this place is cursed I swear. lol) Step 6. Open Scrivener project (who am I kidding, these primary projects are always open on m computer). Write while my brain is cooperating. (30 to 40 minutes before I got to rest for 45 minutes then I can start writing again. Chronic illness sucks like that.) Step 7: realize I need to research something and lose two hours to that. Step 8: AO3 emailed me! Who commented this time! Oh noes, now I've fallen down the looking at the Internets.

The other thing I do is carry my journal everywhere to document everything and end up with some weird random poetry, drawings, and dialogue from people I overhear. Oh, and on bad brain days, I'll draw cursed images.

I also use Scrivener and go all haywire on all its features to a ridiculous extent. Like, I try to stuff ALL my outlines, research, scenes, into that Scrivener so it's all in one place, that way I don't forget anything. It makes for large projects. ha.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

Incorporating my research into the story in subtle ways to fill out the world and immerse the reader more fully. It's fun to put some of this research in the end-notes for my fics on AO3. (The power AO3 gave us writers with those end-notes!!)

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

Maturation of bird species and the DNA overlap with human beings to see if I can craft an alien species that is at least 90% DNA similar to humans but is more birdlike.

I looked up the absorption of chemicals through skin. (This is why I use duckduck go for anonymity for this sort of stuff. LOL)

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

Reality in general - ha. Seriously though, the chronic illness makes it really hard to concentrate and have energy for writing or really anything. The second thing I struggle with is I have an annoying habit of adapting my tenses to what I'd last read. So if the story I read was past-tense, I'll jump into my writing using past tense (which most of my stories is that tense, but there's two that aren't so that's when it gets annoying).

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

The hardest scene was the end of Book 3 for Shared Moments for the Korrasami series. Both Asami and Korra (due to the bond they forged by accident at Harmonic Convergence) are captured by Zaheer, so that was a brutally painful set of scenes. Full of pain, fighting, poisoning, and a struggle to survive. I wept through it honestly. Whew. Yikes. For Supercorp, the hardest scene was when Nia assists Lena with her dreams and memories of her birth mother. Those were so sad and I totally teared up writing them. It was also hard to sort out the best way to reveal details without giving too much away either. Since Nia's powers are a little all over the place too.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

All the time! For the TLOK: Shared Moments series, Asami keeps surprising me, so I often have to sit down and remap her timeline, and it always enriches the entire series. For Supercorp, Nia keeps doing things that surprise me. She's like this chaotic good agent that adds in humor and twists that enrich the tale in subtle ways I think. There's many other surprising moments the characters do. That's half the fun! Seeing where the characters end up and if I need to adjust my plans. :D

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

That's a tie between Asami Sato and Lena Luthor honestly. But then I sort of think of them as basically the same person (Lena may be more neutral in temperament while Asami is chaotic good. Also, Asami isn't afraid to fly planes and crash them for Korra. Lena would prefer no flying. lol). I just wanna talk science with them. Oh and ask them about how in-love they are with Korra and Kara respectively. (Lena will try to deny it, but Asami will gush and admit it because she's a little more in touch with her feelings). I just love these two so much. :D

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Healing journeys. I really enjoy writing healing from trauma, because I feel like it's so relevant for our times, and the characters never really get that in their series (well, Supergirl characters don't, and they really need it!).

The theme of chosen family is another theme I come to again and again. Partly due to how my life is -- my bio family is not healthy for me (outright abusive), so my chosen family is my real family. So I like to dig into those dynamics a lot.

I also tend to write the survivor narrative a lot. It's a more interesting narrative structure, but it's also less used so that can startle readers. Sometimes in good ways? A good example of a survivor narrative structure is TLOK actually.

Another good example of the survivor narrative is Sam Arias' journey in Season 3 of Supergirl. Maybe I'll write an essay someday on it.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

There's isn't any one most important resource. I'd say fellow writers and artists is a great resource, lore books is another, random research books (yes, I have a guide to weapons for writers, guide for poisons for writers, guide to x or y for writers, because I'm a nerd like that), the Internet, and lots of listening to others.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

For editing/revising, I start with SPAG: spelling, punctuation, and grammar. Once I do a few run-throughs of that, then I look at the dialogue -- Is the dialogue true to the character's personality and quirks? Can I make the dialogue more succinct?

After that, I look at descriptions: Is the description immersive? Do I utilize the five senses in a concise way? Can I pare down the description while still keeping the immersive quality? Is there any description that doesn't add to the scene or character's growth and can that be moved to a different scene or saved for later?

Finally, I do a fresh read-through and check how it impacts my emotions. Do I laugh at the funny parts? Do I tear up at the sad/angst parts? Does it feel too dry or not emotive enough? What words could be used instead to better invoke emotions?

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Ugh, summaries are the worst. Sometimes it's easier to just pick an excerpt of a scene and slap that as the summary. Tags are even worse. I never know what to use for tags, especially since people seem to be kind of random with AO3 tags. I mean, I feel like some writers just will write a statement as a tag and it's amusing but also confusing.

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I don't really measure success.

If I get comments from folks that say they're enjoying it? That's a source of joy for me but it's not about success. Because I'm writing mostly for my enjoyment, but to hear that others enjoy it too? Damn, that's like the best news ever. It really helps me feel better about myself and my writing. Like I'm valued and not forgotten. That I actually have an impact. So yeah, go leave comments if you like stuff, please. Us writers love it.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character / ship?

YES. I Always make a playlist for each project I do. I craft it based on their personality, their character arcs, the mood of the piece, and I focus on a variety of genres. I think about the lyrics of songs and try to match it all together. I might spend way more time on playlists than I need, but since I have them playing as I write, I need them to fit the mood and atmosphere to increase inspiration.

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Um. Huh. This is a hard question. I try to draw my own, but I can't do color (y'all that do color, are freaking WIZARDS). I think Confession fic and the scene where Lena resurrects Kara, and if and when I have money again, I'd ask @rustingcat if commissions are open for them.

For Korrasami, I'd choose Book 3 or 3.5 but I'm not sure on the artist.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

UM. If I count just fanfics, probably fifteen. I'm actively working on six. (Three in each fandom. Two are usually shorter, and one is the longer fic) If we include original fiction and fanfiction? Uhhhhh. Hahahah, that's like twenty-five or so. I'm only working on one original fiction piece set on my SF world of Elivera.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

Pace yourself and take some time to edit and revise before posting. Also, take some time to review the transcripts and how the characters talk. That can give some fun insight into the characters and ways to expand on them in interesting ways.

Ask questions a lot! There's so many nice folks in the fandom, and folks are so kind about answering questions. I know because I still ask questions and talk to folks about this, and more seasoned writers have been so lovely.

Write what you want. Don't write for your readers (unless someone requests and pays you for a fic, then I guess write for them. lol) but otherwise, write what you want. This is supposed to be fun. If you're getting stressed out, take a break otherwise you will get burned out. To avoid burn out, take time to rest. Read a bit, do fun hobbies, do some practice writing, and then dive back into your fic.

Yes, it's important to try to finish things, but don't feel pressured. Remember, having fun is crucial! It's okay to take your time. Readers will stick with you if they like your tale.

Happy Writing!

P.S. I'm going to quote Brenda Ueland who wrote one of the best books on writing (If You Want to Write):

“Don't always be appraising yourself, wondering if you are better or worse than other writers. "I will not Reason and Compare," said Blake; "my business is to Create." Besides, since you are like no other being ever created since the beginning of Time, you are incomparable. ” - Brenda Ueland

And:

“I want to assure you with all earnestness, that no writing is a waste of time, – no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work. With every sentence you write, you have learned something. It has done you good. It has stretched your understanding.” - Brenda Ueland

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channoticedmeuwu · 3 years

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤

[for - els - kith] • norwegian

(n.) the euphoria experienced when first falling in love, rather than the love itself.

p : donghyuck × fem!reader | g : fluff (?), crack | warnings : hot make out scene lmao, alcohol mention, running away (??), they both fall on each other more than once lmao

a/n : God help me and my hyuck whippery, also tagging @radiorenjun and @sunghoons-violet bc I annoyed them while writing it uwu

Donghyuck's grip around Y/n's hand tightened as he ran faster. The cold wind blew against both of their faces as they ran towards the direction of its source. Donghyuck pulled them into one of the street alleys, both of their feet splashing in the puddles in the corner, and their shadows, long and tall, being cast on the walls lit by the neon, pink lights.

Y/n couldn't see anything, just flashes of the lights, and Donghyuck right in front of her, not letting go. Through the screaming wind, she heard his laughter, loud enough to echo off the graffiti coloured walls. Donghyuck pulled her into a corner, where the neon lights didn't shine, and where the walls were closely cramped. He pushed her inside, and the followed, so that if they found them, they'd see him first. His back faced them, so she could see the expressions he made.

She heard him breathe hard as he closed his eyes, the running footsteps growing louder behind them. They got closer, and closer, and then stopped, right beside them, talking. Then, they ran past both of them. Haechan's features turned to represent relief.

He sighed, laughing and leaned against the wall. "That was...wild," he whispered, the wind blowing the tips of his sweaty hair.

Y/n smacked him in the arm, and he flinched, "Are you crazy? They almost caught up with us! This is the last time I'm taking you to drink with me."

Donghyuck laughed, whining, "Hey, hey, hey, don't tell me you didn't have fun. And look at this," he slid out a stack of money, "Don't tell me you didn't want this."

Y/n rolled her eyes and poked her head out from the wall, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Keep the money. I'm getting out of here."

Hearing the familiar buzz of the conversation not too far away, Donghyuck pulled Y/n by the wrist, making her hit his chest. He gazed behind the wall, checking for the people they ran away from. Y/n watched him, clearly annoyed, and tried to escape his grasp, but his arms were wrapped too tightly around her waist.

"Let me ago, Lee Donghyuck!"

"Hey," he said, barely paying attention to her, his voice raspy and deep, "I'm looking out for you only. What if they catch us? Shut up for a second."

Y/n, being who she usually was, seemed to take great offense to that. She stepped on Donghyuck's foot, making him losing his balance from leaning out. She must have forgotten that his hands were still around her waist, because he pulled her, and there they both fell, out the corner and onto the alley floor.

Donghyuck's eyes went wide when he saw Y/n leaning on top of him, and he tried so hard to scramble out away from underneath her, but how could he resist? Especially since Y/n had those beautiful eyes of her's, the ones that would you would see shining even in absolute darkness? Especially since she had those absolutely gorgeous eyelashes, the ones that would flutter like butterfly wings? And especially those rosy red lips, that would curl into a scowl when he annoyed her? So Donghyuck stayed there, watching her stutter and slip her words, trying to form a sentence while she saw him underneath her, his hair absolutely ruined from the wind and the movement, and his lips curled into a challenging smirk. Y/n did what he expected her to do. She scowled. And oh, how he loved it.

"Are you gonna get off me, hm? Seems like you're enjoying this."

Her face went red, and it was such a shade, he could see it in the pink lights in the alley. "What...What are you talking about, Lee Donghyuck!?"

"C'mon, you don't look like you were born yesterday. Are you gonna do it?"

She stared at him in disbelief. "Do I look that easy?"

"No, because if you were, we'd be kissing right now."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, pushing off him. "C'mon, loser, get up."

Haechan chuckled and pulled himself up. Worth a shot, he thought to himself, as he leaned on his elbows and propped himself up. Y/n's leg caught against his, and as fast as she stood, she fell as fast, too, right onto his chest. Now it was Haechan's turn to turn red.

Oh fuck, he thought, watching Y/n recovering from the fall, his heartbeat speeding up. She looked so pretty, ugh, he could just scream. Y/n noticed his bland expression, and the lightbulb in her brain lit up, so she smirked, inching closer.

"The real question is," she said, raising an eyebrow as Haechan bit his lip, moving slightly backwards, "Are you as easy as you look?"

Donghyuck's tongue bid him farewell, and he stared at her face like an idiot, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. He swore he could come up with a comeback if she wasn't literally lying on top of him, her hands on his shoulders and her legs on his. The skin contact made him heat up, despite the cold wind blowing that night. She took no care to this, forgetting about everything around them and inched closer, their noses almost touching and their lips almost closing the moment. Her hot breath tickled his skin. But she didn't kiss him, and oh, did it drive him nuts.

"Agh," he whispered, rolling his eyes, his heart thumbing in his throat, "Just kiss me already, loser."

She let out a chuckle, and she was close enough for him to feel her voice vibrate, sending waves of fireworks through his body. "Impatient much?"

"Fuck you," he whispered, lacing his fingers around her waist and feeling her lips on his, making his bones in his body turn into jelly. Her hot breath grazed his mouth, and through the mist of her breathtaking perfume, he felt himself drowning. Her fingers laced around his jaw and his hair, tugging and twisting it, making his heartbeat throb in his ears. Everywhere her fingers touched, his skin felt like it would melt, making him surrender to her. She positioned herself over him, and oh, how small he felt against her. He didn't care anymore. He was ready to give up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her hands cupped his face, deepening the moment. Their bodies radiated enough heat to make them sweat, and Haechan felt like his head would burst. His fingers snaked up her waist, and she laughed against his lips. And then, sadly for him, she pulled away, her hair messed up from his touch and her lipstick smudged. But in his opinion, she looked way prettier like this.

"So," he started as she stood up and dusted her legs, acting as if nothing happened, "Did we just kiss right now?"

"We what?" she asked innocently, and spun on her heel, walking away. Donghyuck stood and wobbled a bit on his feet, his legs still numb, "Are you ignoring me?"

"Am I what?" She asked, waving the stack of money as she made her way out of the alley. Haechan felt his pockets, and the stack he had before was gone.

"Hey!" he yelled, and jogged after her, "What are you doing, hm?"

"What does it look like, genius?" She put the stack in her pockets, and then skipped out, disappearing behind the wall.

And as tragic as it was, Haechan was hooked, following her as if she had some sort of spell on him.

Oh, how pretty they were.

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bubbliterally · 2 years

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I was tagged by @spacepunksupreme to post some albums I've been listening to :) Now as a disclaimer I don't typically listen to albums; I just have a big playlist of songs I keep adding to and playing on shuffle. These are albums that feature heavily in my music rotation though, and I've played each one of them on its own at least once.

Hopes and Fears, by Keane. I love every song on this album, which is something I share with my mom. I don't know literally any other Keane song, but also I've never found any other song that sounds like this album, so maybe I should check more of theirs out lol. Favourite song: idk I love them all.

Californication, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Listen, okay. My music tastes tend to cycle between many different things, so my answer to what's my favourite song, album, artist varies very rapidly over time, but if there's one album that consistently makes me very happy it's Californication. There's something about that electric guitar man. Favourite song: Scar Tissue oh my god. Candidate for my favourite song of all time. Also, Road Trippin' is extremely underrated.

Buena Vista Social Club, self-titled. My mom also owns this album, which is a theme in this list. This is probably the album I listen to on its own the most. It's just great vibes and great music all round. I once listened to this album on repeat during a 4-6pm quantum information theory lecture. Favourite song: El Cuarto de Tula.

Amos Lee, self-titled. Impeccable vibes in this album too. I listen to this while doing the dishes sometimes, which is a time when I really need the extra help to relax lmao. Every time I hear the word 'yesterday' said somewhat melodically I get Colors stuck in my head, singing "yesterdaaayy I got - lost in the circus". Favourite song: Soul Suckers, but they're all close honestly (except Bottom of the Barrel lol, I always skip that one).

Back to Black, by Amy Winehouse. Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy. This album is just incredible. I don't know anything about music so I can't describe why, but if you could distill the combination of her voice together with the instrumentals you'd get the most delicious drink known to man. Favourite song: You Know I'm No Good, which is also definitely a favourite song ever candidate. Whenever I mimic drums with my mouth I do the opening to this song.

Awkward Marina, self-titled. The only artist on this list that's even slightly obscure. I've followed her since she was horse famous, but all of her subsequent albums have been really good and exactly my thing. This album used to be listed as AM, I believe, but I guess that just wasn't very searchable. I listen to all of her songs on shuffle while I play Minecraft >:) Favourite song: Firewater, which doesn't really sound like the rest of the album but oh well.

Parachutes, by Coldplay. For a while I used to say this was my favourite album ever, but I don't listen to it as often nowadays. I generally like Coldplay more than the people around me, but less than the world at large I think lmao. I don't care for much of their later stuff (although I really enjoy Viva La Vida and Hymn For The Weekend), but I love every song on this album, it's essentially perfect to me. Favourite song: Shiver, because it's a lot of fun to sing. That holds for pretty much all of the favourite songs I've named here hehe.

Stadium Arcadium, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Okay so I was gonna only put one album per artist, but I ran out of albums that I could think of, and in any case it's unfair to say that I don't listen to this one as much as any other on this list. I certainly don't play as many of the songs of this one as I do those on Californication (it also just has way more, this album is 2 hours long), but there's some really really great songs on it. Favourite song: Dani California. Bum pum PAH, badum pum PAH, badum pum PAH, badum pum PAH, dum dum DEH ne dum bum DEH ne-

Tarzan, but specifically the Phil Collins songs. I listen to quite a few Disney movie songs, but I think it's fair to say that Phil Collins' performance on the Tarzan soundtrack transcends most others. I'm not even that into Tarzan the movie, but these songs just speak to my romanticism in a very special way. Why DO I have this growing need to be beside her? I also just like Phil Collins in general. Tell me more in that voice of yours Phil. Favourite song: Strangers Like Me.

Pspspsps @xjnegen & @tinymousemovement, if you also want to do this 👀👂🎶

#music #tag game #this wasn't intentional but i just noticed every album in the middle row starts with 'am' lol

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I posted 678 times in 2021

95 posts created (14%)

583 posts reblogged (86%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.1 posts.

I added 544 tags in 2021

#txf - 105 posts

#bensler - 95 posts

#deckerstar - 81 posts

#msr - 69 posts

#svu - 50 posts

#elliot x olivia - 45 posts

#nancy drew cw - 29 posts

#same - 26 posts

#svuxoc - 24 posts

#l&o:oc - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#it's why if i'm ever 100% certain it'll be the last time i go somewhere i make it a point to memorize as much of it as i can

My Top Posts in 2021

"Captain Benson means a lot to you."

"We were partners for a lot of years."

😭💔❤

30 notes • Posted 2021-04-30 15:00:24 GMT

I know others have said this but I cannot WAIT for Olivia to snap on Elliot for acting like he's the only one Going Through It. Like, obviously the things he's dealing with are very real & valid, but so is everything she's gone through in the DECADE he's been gone. He was, in her own words, the most important person in her life, & he left. He has no clue the things she's been through, & I am 100% here for her laying into him about it. And the look on his face afterward (assuming this moment comes, & it has to, right?) will be completely be worth it. Things have been relatively ~okay between them since he got back, which is fine. But still.

Also? As much as the angst lover in me is waiting for that moment? I want her to call him El at least once before all this is through. 😭💔❤

36 notes • Posted 2021-04-25 23:59:09 GMT

Rereading Persuasion for a book club I'm in and just...no one throws shade quite like Jane Austen. I mean, there's lines like "she was short but not fat", "he was simple although not altogether stupid", "she had delicate features, but one would not go so far as to refer to her as pretty".*

* paraphrasing, but THE POINT IS THERE

It just reminds me that, being 31 & single with no kids, as much as I adore her writing, Jane would very likely declare me something like "an old spinster with nothing in the way of prospects, let alone any looks to tempt anyone to glance in her direction."

43 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 23:45:23 GMT

Okay, but Elliot is gonna go into protective mode in the finale. Are we ready for that?

Also...this HAS to mean that the ILY from a few weeks ago gets brought up again, yeah? Not to mention the fact that it's a hair away from being canon that Elliot left because he was in love with Olivia & was trying to Do The "Right" Thing. Like??

48 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 07:03:55 GMT

I am 100% here for Fin trying to find the most convoluted way possible to get Olivia & Elliot to dance together at the wedding. He's had to put up with their song & dance longer than anyone & is practically captain of the ship. He needs this.

54 notes • Posted 2021-05-03 20:47:29 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #how are none of my top 5 posts about deckerstar??#I mean they were such a big part of my year #but the svu fandom is unhinged as they should be so honestly this checks out #but three of my top posts are because bensler was or was not getting along #are y'all okay #don't answer that #and how was txf my top tag #i mean i miss them bc ofc i do #but do i even tallk about that otp that much #jk yes i do

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