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han jisung drabble — 999 words !

⠀⠀⠀for the ❛ drabble event ❜⠀﹙ requested by @hanjsquokka ﹚⠀fluff, "no one had ever done that for me before"

22 : 13⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀by the time jisung had emerged from the bathroom, leaving behind a smeared mirror and chaotically arranged skin care products, the clock marked past ten o'clock at night. it was a friday, and although his friends had invited him to the pub to chat for a few hours with bottles of soju and beer coming and going from their table, he had turned them down. well, rather than declining, he had offered an apologetic smile that hid how tired he really felt, promising to come to the next one, his social battery fading by the minute.

but he knew the plan he didn't want to miss, and it included a movie night, his favourite food on the table and you, snuggled next to him, like a warm presence in his heart that never left him. friday evenings in your apartment always started the same way: as soon as you heard the keys open the door, you came out of whatever room you were in to greet him with a big hug. and he would open his arms, wrapping them around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on your skin while you giggled because it tickled you.

you watched him hurriedly take off his sneakers, leaving his bag in the part of the hall wardrobe you had freed for him when you had started to date, and he didn't leave your side for a moment, his arms holding you, hands on your pockets, embracing you as he trailed behind you down the corridor. and while you carried to the bathroom one of the hoodies you had stolen from him, and some of the sweatpants he kept at your place for such occasions, he would tell you about his day.

and you always listened to him actively, asking questions in the right silences, laughing at his jokes and frowning when he told you about some angsty anecdote. and he would get lost in his words, too busy watching your reactions, too distracted by you, by your kisses and your giggles and your gestures, until you looked at him with those eyes and asked him what happened next. and he would intertwine your fingers with his, craving your warmth against his skin, and keep talking, sometimes even as he showered, you sitting on the counter and his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

that friday you had been too focused on the kitchen to follow him into the bathroom in your little tradition, but every time your humming reached his ears as you finished cooking dinner, he couldn't stop thinking that as soon as he finished, he would thank you for everything you always did for him. not only that night, when you were also tired from a week of work that had seemed interminable, but every little detail that you had with him, and that he treasured in his memories. he always considered himself the luckiest man ever for having found you, but every time he had you with him it was a confirmation.

so when he walked through the apartment from your bathroom to the kitchen, following the delicious smell coming from the pot you held in your hands, and saw you, hair dishevelled, still in the outfit you had worn to work, running your hand over your forehead in a tired gesture, he was the one who took the pot, putting it back on the stove, and gently pushed you into the hallway. he distracted you with tender kisses, feather soft on your cheeks and lips, saying it was your turn in the shower. you mumbled something about how you could have showered together to save water, but you listened.

and while he listened to the water flowing in the bathroom, he tidied up the kitchen. wrapped in his hoodie, which still smelled of you from the last time you had worn it, he tried to clean up the living room a bit, vacuuming the sofas, arranging your books and cds, folding the clothes you had left in a pile on your bed because you were too busy. dragging the slippers on the wooden floor, he carried the bowls with the dinner you had prepared to place them on the table in front of the tv, selecting the show you were watching together and playing one of your playlists in the background while you didn't come back.

it was worth it as soon as your confused gesture peeked through the door, asking him if he had been the one to put your clothes away in the closet. and when you saw everything he had done while you let your tiredness and all the accumulated stress slide out of your body like dirty water leaving your shower down the drain, your eyes crystallised. you knew it was the bare minimum, because after all he lived in your house too ーoccasionallyー but he had caught you by surprise.

for once in your life it hadn't been you who had to do everything, for once it had been someone else who had helped you, and suddenly the gentle way your boyfriend was holding you contained so much love and so much affection that you felt it overflowed, slipping through your fingers without knowing what to do with it. and as his hands wrapped around your waist, locked in an embrace you didn't want to part from, your bodies rocking to the melody the speakers were crooning, you whispered into the fabric covering his chest, right over his heart: “no one had ever done that for me before”.

and a content hum later, after his lips left a kiss on your forehead, tightening his grip as if he thought that at any moment you might run away, you felt his jaw move over your head, "perks of being your last, right?" a breathy chuckle of his, the kind you liked so much, moving along with you, "i have the privilege to be your first for some stuff".

#﹙ ★ ﹚ mars — writes.#han jisung #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #han jisung imagines

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 6 months

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It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirting, a pervy parent, non-academic activities in the classroom

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Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you save me that biscuit?”

Roy Kent leaned forward, hands on the plastic table, and smiled at you. His eyes were bright, and his black leather jacket hugged him deliciously; he was perfect, you thought. Stupidly, ridiculously, wonderfully perfect.

“Only if you’ve got exact change,” you managed to joke, holding out your outstretched hand.

Roy looked surprised at your teasing reply. Surprised, but also pleased. After your talk with Leanne, you’d made the terrifying decision that you were going to flirt with Roy Kent. You liked him, you knew that much. He clearly liked you, at least a little. And if he was ever going to ask him out, he, like any other man, needed a little encouragement.

With a content chuckle, the coach reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quid, definitely more than the cost of one chocolate chip cookie. He pressed the money into your hand, curling your fingers into a fist as his warm grip lingered.

Despite your immediately wavering bravery, you held his gaze, not caring that he could probably see the way you gulped at his touch. “That’s a little too much, Coach,” you hummed.

“Consider the rest a tip,” he answered, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “For exemplary service.” He tilted his head at you. “How long’re you here for? Do they let you take a break, or do I need to call the union?”

“Maybe another half hour and then I’m pretty much done.” You smiled, not caring that there were students, and parents, and other teachers flittering around. “Why? You want to buy me a lemonade or something?”

He shrugged and picked up a chocolate chip cookie. “Or something,” he echoed with a wink. “Have fun.”

You watched unabashedly as he walked away, to where his sister and Phoebe were waiting for him. He handed the cookie to a bouncy Phoebe, while his sister waggled her eyebrows at him. Roy gave his sister a shove before glancing back at you, his smile widening when he caught you staring.

As you were wondering whether Leanne would kill you if you left her alone, Mrs. Seling rushed over mischief all over her face.

“Teresa’s dog got sick,” she said in place of a greeting. “We need someone in the dunk tank, just for twenty minutes until it’s Mrs. Halpern’s turn. Can you do it?”

Shit. The damn dunk tank. Every year, teachers brokered deals and offered bribes to avoid having a shift on the stupid thing, treating it like the torture chamber it was. The water was gross and weirdly warm. The air was freezing cold when you were soaked. Students lined up in droves to try to dunk their teacher into the water, and, worse, dads lined up to see the results.

Of course, Lee chose that moment to absolutely betray you and busy herself with selling brownies to a student’s grandmother, leaving you only able to smile weakly at Karen and mumble, “I guess.”

So, there you sat, hating the fact that you’d chosen today to wear a light-colored shirt to go with your jeans, but thankful for the fact that your students had terrible aim. Phoebe O’Sullivan stood among the gaggle of children who were desperate to see you fall into the tub of water that you tried not to think too hard about; her uncle stood not far, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying not to think too hard about how you’d look once you got dunked.

Normally, Roy thought of you as cute, pretty, adorable. An absolute distraction. But the thought of you in a soaked shirt, material clinging to your body… fuck, he needed to get his thoughts under control. After all, he hadn’t asked you out yet, hadn’t kissed you yet. But fucking hell, his mind was racing as he tried not to turn into a teenage boy with fantasies of a beautiful teacher in a wet t-shirt.

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

Phoebe’s little voice dragged him out of his increasingly adult thoughts. “Hmm?” He stared at the ball in his niece’s outstretched hand, quickly comprehending what she’d just said. “Oh. Sure.”

He stepped up after watching one of Phoebe’s classmates throw a very wild pitch. Your eyes found his, carrying a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He knew he could hit that stupid red target; he was a retired athlete, after all. A flick of his wrist, and you’d be soaked from head to toe.

But he saw the way Jack Price’s dad was leering at you, the way that fucker always did when his wife wasn’t around. And he felt that tightness in his chest again, the tightness he’d had that day at the zoo when he watched that skeeze put his hand on your shoulder. No way was Roy going to let slime see his personal fantasy.

Besides, you’d probably appreciate Roy not dunking you, right? It’d be rather gentlemanly. And you seemed like the type that wanted a gentleman. And Roy wanted to be what you wanted.

So, he gently tossed the ball, shrugging at you when it hit the backboard instead of the target.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, warming away that tightness in his chest. The relief and gratitude on your face was worth looking like he couldn’t throw a damn ball, as well as the fifty pence the ball had cost.

As he pondered how he could leverage his chivalrous gesture to finally ask you on a date, someone tapped his shoulder.

Jack Price’s dad smiled at him, that stupid, sharkish smile, tossing a ball up and down. “Guess you’re not as good at pitching as kicking, hmm?” he joked, as if they were the kind of people who joked with each other. “Watch and learn.”

Your gasp was sharp as you felt the bench disappear from under you and were instantly underwater. Dammit. You’d almost made it the full twenty minutes dry as a bone. Fucking Mr. Price and his fucking cricket hobby. You came back up rapidly, cheeks burning as the kids cheered on the sight of seeing their beloved teacher soaked.

To add insult to injury, Mrs. Halpern stood beside the dunk tank, ready to take your place. You clambered out of the dunk tank, shivering in the approaching evening air. All you wanted to do now was go home, shower, and put on your warmest pajamas. Never mind letting Roy Kent buy you a lemonade. You were cold, wet, and, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the way your shirt clung to your skin.

But you grabbed your things and put on that fake smile for your students who giggled over your misfortune and tried to make a speedy exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Price slowed down your plans.

“No hard feelings, right?” he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face. “It’s for a good cause, after all.”

Instinctively, you crossed your arms, attempting to hide as much as you could. “Of course,” you murmured, making a pathetic attempt to sidestep him.

He blocked your path, eyeing your figure. “Need help with those wet clothes?” he whispered as his hand landed on your shoulder, the way it had at the zoo.

“Oi.”

As you shrugged off Mr. Price’s hand, Roy Kent approached, peeling off his leather jacket. “You must be fucking cold,” he mumbled. Pointedly ignoring Jack’s dad, he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. “How about that lemonade?”

“Thanks,” you sighed as Mr. Price scampered away. “But I should probably head home. Need a shower after being in that thing.” As you spoke, you did your best to ignore the feeling of Roy Kent’s jacket hugging you, enveloping you in the scent of whatever wonderful cologne he was wearing, a cologne he’d picked out in the hopes of bumping into you today.

“Sorry the jacket’s not more comfortable,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can just give it back to me Monday. Keep you warm on your way home.”

You shook your head. “I have a sweatshirt in my classroom. I can just throw that on.” Seeing the slight disappointment in his brown eyes, you swayed forward slightly, batting your eyes at him- something you weren’t sure you’d ever done. “Walk me to my classroom?”

There was that smile. That fucking smile, the one that was bright enough to make you forget Roy Kent’s infamous rage, the perfect smile you wanted to kiss right off his bearded face. He kept on smiling as the two of you slipped away from the fall festival.

He liked seeing you in his jacket. It was just big enough to look cozy wrapped around your shoulders, and he cherished the way you tugged it tightly around yourself. Admittedly, he was a big jealous of the way his jacket got to be wrapped around you. He wondered if it would smell like you when he got it back; probably like the dunk tank water, unfortunately. Maybe he could offer it to you again sometime. Maybe even after a date.

You quickly unlocked your classroom and led Roy in, trying not to flinch when you heard the door close, silencing the already distant sounds of the festival. Neither of you bothered with the lights, instead letting the last of the sun softly illuminate the classroom. Roy followed you to your desk, wondering if you wanted him to leave or stay, and hoping beyond hope that it was the latter.

“Oh, here.” You slipped off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks again, Coach. Very chivalrous of you.” Your smile was probably the most confident he’d seen, playful and teasing. It was probably his favorite smile.

“Any fucking time,” he breathed. He was fighting so fucking hard not to stare at you. He knew he wasn’t a married dad like Mr. Price or the others, and he was pretty sure you liked the way he stared at you- but still. He didn’t want to be grouped with them, a creep who ogled you like a piece of meat.

But fuck, you were making it hard. That shirt clung to you like it wanted you even more than Roy did, flaunting the body you usually covered with cute dresses and jean jackets- a body Roy really liked. You pulled your dripping hair up in a clip you found on your desk, exposing a neck that Roy was sure would look great with a few marks on it. And you gazed up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as if you were going to ask him a question.

He cleared his throat. “You headin’ home after you grab your sweater?”

You nodded absently. “Probably.” You took a tiny step back, hitting the edge of your desk. “You sticking around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m with, uh, my sister and Pheebs.” Despite his best efforts, his eyes wandered. Fuck. “Sorry,” he muttered, wincing when he realized how obvious it was; he might as well be drooling.

You cocked your head at him. “For what?”

He shook his head, ears burning with shame and, if he was being really honest, desire. “For fucking…. Staring.” He made himself look you in the eye, which was somehow worse. “’m sorry.”

To his surprise, you smiled. “Don’t be. I… I like it when you stare.”

“Do you?” His voice was quiet, as if he thought being any louder would scare you off. “Why?”

You shrugged and hopped up onto your desk. “Because it’s you,” you said simply. Feeling dizzy from the way Roy looked at you, you reached out and touched his hand, grazing his skin with the tip of your finger. “You’re… you’re the kind of guy a girl likes to have staring.”

There it was. Since the first day of school, when he saw you in your little white sneakers and jean jacket, he’d been waiting for a clear sign that you were just as infatuated as he felt. And now, in your dark classroom, with your eyebrows raised and your hand on his and your lip caught between your teeth, Roy finally had his fucking sign.

He took a step forward and settled himself between your knees. Watching you carefully, he put his hands on your waist, digging his fingers into the soaking material of your shirt. You tilted your face towards him, finally giving him permission to do the one thing he’d been desperate to do since the moment you met.

Your lips were soft, even softer than Roy had let himself imagine. He had often wondered what kind of ChapStick he watched you apply on warm afternoons; cherry, he realized. Fucking cherry. For the rest of his life, he knew, whenever he tasted cherry, he’d be thrown back to this moment, kissing the pretty teacher in her classroom, amazed that someone so sweet would kiss someone so fucking miserable.

And kiss him you did. You brought your hands to the back of his head, pressing your chest flush against his. His hands fisted at your shirt, tugging it up a little so his fingertips could brush over your soft skin, still wet from the dunk tank, but quickly heating up as you deepened the kiss. Roy let you take the lead; he waited until your lips parted to open his own mouth, and your tongue was the first one to tentatively flick against his.

He groaned softly into your mouth and let one hand cup your face, thumb caressing your heated cheek. He could get used to this, Roy thought. Used to your cherry-flavored kisses and hands in his hair and body pressed against his, and used to your sweet smiles and shy giggles and bright eyes. He wondered briefly what other things he could look forward to getting used to.

“We,” you huffed into the kiss. “We should go before-” Your breath hitched as Roy’s mouth wandered to your jaw. “-before someone sees us.”

He sighed against your skin. You were right. Roy knew you were fucking right. This was a school. You were in your classroom. As exciting and tempting as it was to keep going, he needed to respect that. After harshly pressing his lips to yours one more time, he pulled back.

“Let me take you out,” he all but begged. “On a fucking proper date.”

Your smile was brilliant. “That would be lovely, Coach.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think you can call me Roy now.”

“Right.” You giggled, that adorable bashfulness returning, somehow even more endearing now. “That would be lovely, Roy.”

Fucking hell, his name sounded good coming out of your mouth. It sounded so good he couldn’t help pulling you in for another kiss, a slow, tender one.

“Any chance you’re free tonight?” he breathed.

You nodded. “I just need to go home. Shower away the dunk tank.”

Roy did his best not to let his mind wander to that shower. “Right. Right.” He cleared his throat. “And I’ve got to drop my sister and Phoebe at home. Think I could come around at eight?” He kissed your jaw. “We could go get a drink. I can stare at you some more.”

“Sounds perfect.” With a teasing shove to Roy’s chest, you hopped down from the desk and grabbed your sweatshirt from where it hung over your chair, quickly pulling it over your head.

The two of you ambled out of the classroom wearing matching grins and blushes. It was a good thing your classroom was clear across campus from the festival, because it was painfully obvious that the two of you had just been pawing at each other.

“Be ready at eight,” Roy hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And get ready to be stared at all night.”

“Looking forward to it.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. “See you in a bit, Coach.”

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

Your laugh warmed his chest. “Roy,” you corrected as you squeezed his hand. “See you in a bit Roy.”

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aheathen-conceivably · 2 months

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Josephine with a baby would be insane. I don’t have anything else to say; the dynamic between an uneasily pregnant Jo and a wishful and wistful Zelda, still waiting for lightning to strike HER again, would be so heartbreaking. I do think Jo could find new purpose with a child, especially in this life that’s so different from anything she imagined for herself, but it’s not a decision to be taken lightly or made on a whim. It would take a serious miscalculation (as if!) or some bizarre irregularity in her cycle……. Highly unlikely. 👀

Well hello hello, friend. Look at you, back in the inbox right on schedule. Grab a chair, why don’t we? It’ll be a long one….

Okay so FIRST of all this is why when you sent me that ask yesterday I was like, boy oh boy, do we have a psychological dive in store for you. Because y’all, there’s so damn much going on in that post. Why don’t we, uh, go back to an old tradition and follow a heathen under the cut while she rants about her pixels…

A plotline where Jo would be (even somewhat begrudgingly) pregnant while Zelda was the one who wanted the child would be too heartbreaking, even for me. While I think there’s potential there for support and mutual parenting (which they’re doing with Violette), at its core it would be gut wrenching for them both. I think we can really see why that is for Zelda, as she almost “illogically” wants a child more than she can describe. This is where the double entendre of Josephine talking in the mirror in today’s post comes in, because we can apply it to Zelda and the fact that there are VERY good reasons for her not to want another child. But there’s still something in her that is longing for one, and so to make her watch while it happens to her best friend would absolutely break her.

However, Jo is not aware of Zelda’s struggles at all. When she is speaking in the mirror, she is talking to herself. What we (and Gio) caught Jo in the middle of was sheer, unadulterated spiraling. If you go back to the last line of the corn post, you can see Jo setting herself up for this, insofar as she thinks that Zelda is happy because she has fully given herself over to this life, and that Josephine wants that; she just doesn’t now how.

Keep in mind Josephine is 32 at this point, and I think this is an age where there’s a moment for many people who can bear children, where you think “is that what I’m supposed to do?” or “will it make me happier?” even if you’ve decided that you don’t want children. While a small part of Jo is considering Gio in these thoughts, it is mostly self-pressure, with the influence of society and other women - being Zelda here, too. So when she’s listing these logical reasons why she shouldn’t have a child, she’s telling that to herself. She’s talking herself out of it, and as the end of the post hints at, it’s because she can get pregnant at that moment and she knows it.

But simultaneously her choice here shows that even while she is at her lowest (arguably even more than her depression because now, she’s giving it her all and it’s still not working), she will never choose to have children. You are not wrong in that it might give her life purpose, and that’s part of her thought process here too. She’s almost convinced herself that the act of bearing a child could give this pointless life she’s living meaning, and in doing so she could finally let go of her need for control and give in to her situation.

Like you said, there’s always the element of a mistake, but she tells Gio point blank “that she doesn’t make mistakes.” Of course all it takes is one, but this post is meant to show that she’s far too calculated and self possessed to give herself over not only to the intense emotions she’s experiencing at the beginning of the post, but also any sort of physical drive that might lead her to sleep with Gio when she knows not to.

She also very purposefully ends the post without ever giving in to him physically or emotionally. Even more, she’s still using selective vulnerability and sex to more or less manipulate him. Her balancing on the tip of her foot only to pull away is very indicative of this, insofar as she gives him just enough of herself without ever doing so completely. When she ultimately walks away with that little smirk on her face, its because she has truly talked herself off the ledge and reestablished some sense of self autonomy that she felt like she lost even in the act of considering a child. She’s realized that even in his world and for however much she has altered her life around his dreams and their situation, she still at least has that level of control over her own body and even his.

Y’all please just know I can write a whooooole ‘nother essay on the last paragraph so God help you if you made it through this one and imma shut up now…

#whew babes I mean it I hope you have a chair #or some some tea or a drink or something #I cannot shut up and for that I humbly apologize #am I maybe sort of on my shit about this mini arc?#….yes #cannot even deny it look at the rant #🫡#ask #answered #Josephine Duplanchier extra #gif warning #unhinged Heathen warning #someone make me take a haitus my brain has done rotted away entirely warning

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boboteam89 · 4 months

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This may contain Saha and Rebirth arc spoilers as well as the Day of Transcending Finality arc, read w caution!

This is a very sudden thing to post at 3am but am I the only one to genuinely feel surprised when people say that Senti's writing is "nulled down to a point of comedy relief"? There is a clear difference between just a comedy relief character who has no specific lore or traits, worries assigned to them / their lore is completely ignored in the story, and a character who is a comedy relief one BUT they still have unique traits and even worries shown throughout their actions and words. And Senti is EXACTLY that.

Take even the Saha and Rebirth arc. God did she make some of the moments in the chapter the funniest (but damn it was so needed throughout all the stress built up tbh) and not to mention the fact just how much of an impact she made on the story. Sure, she may not have done something outright crazy good, but as some examples :

She DID help with the connecting the anchor points bullshit, SHE was the one to actually head-on transfer Vita to her sentience space and launch a technical counter-attack on her, ALSO delaying Vita??? Sure it may not have changed that much but the fact itself?? Also the fact that she was the one to comfort Veliona when she was worried about Selee even willing to go to such lenghts as telling her the technical "limit" of sentience?

And if we talk about worries, do you not also see through the fact that she is genuinely worried about Hua during the arc? The fact that she pretends not to care yet she still helps others throughout the arc? And are we NOT going to talk about the moment when she technically finally got her own body? I think it's goddamn UNDERAPPRECIATED because she had been dealing with an existential crisis for so long, and despite not seeming to care as much anymore and moving on, she still had an internal conflict as literally described in the chapter. With herself. There has been a lot of metaphors and it's so mind blowing. And I quote :

You saw "you" being eaten away by the void that symbolized death. You saw "your" efforts destroyed by the light that obliterated all things. You saw "you" sunk into the darkness untill you heard rain.

Then who am "I" now?

End quote.

Is that not literal self conflict to you?? It is both describing the process of technical "revival" from Selee's power, AND Senti's conflicting thoughts. This was such a big moment to me that I almost cried?? And YET

She still made the arc funny, she still had a lot of moments where her comedic side shined, god there is even something funny about being so self-righteous and (although only seemingly, sometimes) sure of herself. Even during the fighting. Even during the explanation of all the difficult stuff from the arc. Even the "all hail the Herrscher of Sentience!" moment. Yet this arc balances all the worries and topics of hers pretty much perfectly.

That is without even covering THE FINALITY ARC which honestly the fight with Kiana LITERALLY speaks for itself, girl had so much piled up on her mind since that battle methinks. And we won't even mention the Kevin fight and just HOW MUCH she helped and to WHAT LENGHTS she would go. The talk they had during AND AFTER the fight is so. How could you ignore it. She def wasn't just a comedy relief in that arc despite still being VERY funny here and there.

And I am not going to talk about how she manages to seem to have worries even in the goofy shenzhou spring festival, with basically her just wanting recognition but ending up in a misunderstanding and then giving everyone a chance to enjoy a good festival, although it might seem like a far strectch which I would aggree on.

But yeah. I had to ramble. Thanks to anyone who decided to read this! Feel free to share any thoughts or correct me <3

#honkai impact 3rd #herrscher of sentience #senti #ramblings

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seleswrites · 2 years

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I want to write a story where one romantic leads is dead from their first interaction

#so many media has this #you have doctor/river #lowkey protagonist/neil from tenet #the two my tipsy brain can think of rn #OH MY GOSH THIS WOULD BE PERFECT FOR MY DARK SOULMATES DREAM HUSBAND AU #in which someone can see the madnes my brain performs when uninhibited #now if only ill remember this--- time to write a nite #seles talks

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katiedido2 · 6 months

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Trick or Treat! 🎃

Oh wow!

Thanks for the ask, @mrmustachious, and Happy Halloween!

I don't have anything specifically Halloween-related. But I do have a fluffy little short story with a witch and her favourite Tracy nephew.

Enjoy!

-o-o-o-

Young at Heart

Sitting at her desk, Selene typed up the notes from her concluded holo-tarot reading. She heard a soft scuffle outside her open door. No one was there, though she detected the faint scent of soap, sunshine and jam. Suppressing a smile, she reread what she had typed. She heard the scuffle again. Glancing up, she caught a large brown eye watching her between the door and the jamb. It was one of her favourite weeTracys!(™ pending). She again suppressed a smile. Satisfied with her notes, Selene saved the file and closed her laptop.

“Auntie Sele?” Her eldest nephew, Kip, poked his head around the door.

“Hi, sweet baby. Come on in.” Virgil’s five-year-old mini-me smiled, and he swiftly made his way to his aunt. “What’s up?” She hugged him.

He pulled back and frowned, making him look even more like his father. “Can I ask you a question?”

Amused, Selene tried to look equally serious and nodded. “Of course, little love. What is it?”

Kip glanced back at the door and leaned in close to Selene. “Are you a grown-up?”

Surprised, Selene sat back and regarded him. Slowly, she rose and crossed to the door. Looking out to ensure no one was nearby, she closed the door and returned to Kip. Kneeling beside him, she leaned in close and whispered, “No, I’m not. I’m still a kid, but no one knows.”

Kip's open face lit up. He grinned. “I KNEW IT!”

Gods, she loved this sweet little boy. “But this is our secret because the others can never know, okay?”

“Because they think you’re a grown-up and wouldn’t understand?”

“Exactly.”

“Cool!”

-o-o-o-

Two days later, Kip sidled up to Selene in the kitchen while she was finishing her breakfast. He kissed her on the cheek. “Good morning, Auntie Sele.”

“Good morning, Kip. How are you?”

“I’m okay. How are you?”

Selene smiled at his formality. “I’m good, thank you, sweetie. What’s up?”

He glanced around the room, checking that Uncle J at the sink couldn’t hear them. He casually leaned against the table, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Your secret is still safe with me.”

Selene leaned into the small child and bopped him gently on the nose. “I never doubted you for a second, sweetie.”

Kip smiled before turning serious. His dark brows knit together. “Does Uncle J know you’re still a kid?”

“He does because I trust him and know I can talk to him about anything.” She saw Kip look disappointed. “Married people don’t keep secrets like this from each other. Your parents don’t have secrets from each other.”

He considered this. “No, I ‘spose not.”

“But you two are the only ones who know.”

That restored the boy’s sunny disposition.

“Kip? Where are you?” Aunt and nephew saw his mother coming down the stairs. “Kip?”

“I’m here, Mum.”

Rebecca smiled at her son. “Grandpa and Alex are waiting in the hangers for you. Unless you don’t want to go with them to Christchurch….”

“Oh, right! I do! Bye, Aunie Sel, I gotta go!”

“Of course. Have fun!” Selene grinned and winked at him. Kip smiled in return and, putting a finger on his eyelid, closed one eye to mimic her wink before taking off to join his grandpa and brother.

Rebecca watched her son go. Tilting her head, she looked at Selene. “What was that about?”

Selene shrugged. “I’ve no idea. He’s a sweetie, isn’t he? Just like his dad.”

Rebecca nodded, hesitantly. “Hm. He reminds me of Scott.”

-o-o-o-

A week later, Kip returned from a walk with his Aunt Kayo and found Selene alone in the sunken lounge.

“Hi, Auntie Sele!”

“Hi, Kip! What have you got there?”

Kip bounded over and sat next to her on the couch. “I found this on our walk and thought you would like it.” He handed her a vaguely heart-shaped rock. He rested his head against her shoulder and sighed. “It’s not as pretty as your other rocks, but I thought you might like the shape.”

Pulling him into a hug, Selene kissed the top of his head. “I loved it! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”

Kip pushed away from her and looked around the room, ensuring they were alone. “Can I tell you a secret, Auntie Sele?”

Selene also looked about to ensure their privacy. “Of course. Always.”

The little boy leaned back into her. “Even when I get big like daddy, I’m gonna stay a kid like you.”

“You are?” He nodded. “Good. Well, I won’t tell anyone.”

“And I won’t tell anyone about you! Oh. There’s more.”

“Really?”

He nodded again. “I’m gonna fly Thunderbird One when I’m big. Oh, I know Daddy wants me to fly Two, but I really, really love Thunderbird One.”

Selene hid a smile. This was hardly a secret. To his father’s consternation and his grandfather and uncles’ amusement, Kip had informed his family of his plans two years ago.

“An’ I’m gonna marry a witch jus’ like you.”

Selene’s jaw dropped slightly. “You are?”

Kip blinked. “Oh, I love Mummy, an’ she’s a fine mummy, but….” He glanced around to ensure they were still alone. “You’re more fun. When I’m big ‘nuf, will you help me find her like Uncle Jay found you?”

Momentarily gobsmacked, Selene stared at his earnest face and blinked back a surprised tear. “Oh... Oh, sweet boy, of course I will. When you’re big enough.”

“Thank you, Auntie Sele.” Kip crawled onto her lap and hugged her. “I love you...oh!” He jumped to his feet. “I almos’ forgot. I have to find Alex! I’m late to play! Byeee!”

“Bye.” Selene watched Kip run out of the lounge, searching for his mother and twin. There was a beep, and a hologram of John appeared.

“There you are; I was - hey, are you okay?”

Selene wiped away a tear and drew a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I can come down if you need me.”

“No, It’s not necessary.”

“Selene…”

“No, I’m fine, really.” She chuckled. “Though my heart was just mugged by a five-year-old.”

John regarded her for a moment. “Kip?”

Selene nodded. “Gods, he’s a love. He’s just like Virgil.”

John smirked. “I would argue he’s just like Scott. But what did he do? ‘Cause I don’t remember Virgil making grown women cry.”

“Hmm... Maybe he gets it from Rebecca.”

“Okaay, but what did he do?”

“He told me something lovely, which surprised me, that’s all.”

John looked closely at his wife. “You know, if things stay quiet, I’ll be down in an hour, and we can hang out.”

“I’d like that.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #selene tempest #oc/Kip Tracy #john tracy #OC/Rebecca Montague #trick or treat

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deathlessathanasia · 10 days

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Do you have any theories as to why Hera might be associated with Pomegranate? I saw that it is a mystery and that the author did not want to reveal it. Unfortunately I can't remember the author's name

Pausanias is the one who refuses to talk about the pomegranate that Hera's statue in the Argive Heraion holds in her hand. It is unclear why he does so, but I saw the theory that he might have associated the pomegranate with the Eleusinian Mysteries and so he preferred not to say any more about it. Hera had connections with the pomegranate in other places as well, such as Samos, Tiryns, Paestum and Foce del Sele, and Philostratus (Vita Apollonii 4.28) says that „... the pomegranate is the only fruit which is grown in honor of Hera”. As for why, the usual interpretation is that the pomegranate is a fertility symbol because of its many seeds, so it's an appropriate attribute for deities concerned with human and vegetal fertility. This seems a reasonable interpretation and fits well in Hera's case, though the fruit's symbolism seems to have been a bit more complex than that, since according to Artemidorus `… pomegranates are significant of injuries due to their colour and trial by torture due to their thorns and slavery and subordination due to the myth set in Eleusis”, and pomegranates were also known to have contraceptive properties.

#ask #hera #pomegranate

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creepybaesment · 1 month

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I feel like a just watched a three hour plot line about an enimes to lovers Yuri childhood friends having forgotten each other

Yes I am talking about selee and bronya. Hoyo legit thought I was about to forget them being gay af in honkai impact. They are soul mates.

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missbaphomet · 1 year

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If you want to talk about reading comprehension, how about you read the definition of the word "woman", then demonstrate your comprehension of the definition.

Per Merriam Webster, woman is defined as the following:

A: an adult female person

B: a woman belonging to a particular category

Definition A is what one would recognize as a "cisgender woman".

Definition B however expands upon this by allowing modifying words. These are known as adjectives, and would specify a type of woman. Transgender is an adjective, and thus modifies the definition of woman. Therefore, a trans woman is simply a more specific subset of women, like tall women, fat women, black women, and so on.

Here are some pretty cool resources to help you practice using adjectives:

#baph bleats #asks

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otherworldlygate · 10 months

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6, 12, and 21!

ASK ME SOMETHING!

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

So far nobody has personally come into my house and annoyed me, and I hope it stays that way. In fact, I've been pleasantly surprised by how even rival ship folks have been very nice and pleasant to talk to. It probably helps that there's only like 10 active people in this fandom, but it has gone a long way in keeping me feeling positive that even some rival shippers are really out there agreeing with me about things and engaging in fun discussions with me. 💙

I genuinely think every rival ship should be able to talk about their absolute faves without being dumb about it. I understand that sometimes interpretations of characters can get in the way a bit, but this has been my experience in the fandom so far and I love it:

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

You already said Dirk so I'll say Harley here. Or Harley, Aisha, and Linar as a group, even. I kind of want to know more about them, and I just love that while Harley isn't trusted in Asgard, he's also not actively being hurt. I also really wonder if Aisha was chosen for the ritual because of her and Linar's friendship with Harley, but I'd have to replay the game again to see if I can find hints of that.

As to why people should like them... I feel like they embody the Sylvaranti Everyman, and the ideal situation for a half-elf in Sylvarant. The life Harley lives is more or less all Raine and Genis could have ever hoped for but did not find despite years of looking for it, and UGHHHH there's just something SO GOOD about how EASILY Harley realizes they're lying and helps them cover it up. He gets it. I need more Harley information. How old is this guy. What has he been through.

Even though Raine more or less instantly drop kicks him into oblivion for being stupid and he's snarky as hell, he doesn't betray his own. I just really like him and how kind he and Linar and Aisha are to the group.

Lastly, the game has quite a few parallels with siblings going on (Raine and Genis, Zelos and Seles, Martel and Mithos, Presea and Alicia) but Linar and Aisha are rarely remembered. The fact that the group steps in so that they aren't separated by death is so good.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

I've answered this one already and it's very hard to pick a secondary option because I don't think there are a lot of canon things that are overhyped, at least not in a "fandom-wide" sense.

#ask game replies

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llycaons · 8 months

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ep33 (3/3): lwj earring indulgence

people rarely make wwx as self-possessed or confident as he is in canon. I'll read fic where he's like 'lan zhan I am so sorry for breathing in your direction thank you so much for giving me a square mat to sleep on I promise to behave' and he'll be SO insecure and hesitant when that's really not him! for the most part he doesn't shy away from confronting lwj or getting into his business

it's just that lwj doesn't tell him shit bc he doesn't want wwx to feel obligated to lwj which is a great impulse but wwx also likes knowing how much people care about him so it's a bit of double-edged sword?

they're helpfully reminding us that this kid's name is yuan too

this made me laugh so hard. he's standing there with his ORIGINAL FACE in his classic black robes and red ponytale, playing a flute, and he thinks playing badly is a disguise? and THEN lwj gets mad at him for fumbling their song lmao

but wwx needn't have bothered bc lqr didn't realize anyway due to being comatose. until wwx woke him up with his bad flute playing

lqr having such a strong reaction to a flute is funny bc was he even on the front lines in sunshot? they said he didn't leave the mountain very often and it's not like he's a warrior. he's probably never seen wwx play

one of his top expressions

lwj is quite strict with lsz, in his own way. not in an aggressive way, but VERY expectant of obedience

there's one single female disciple here and she stayed in the back the entire conversation before coming forward for the water basin. what, are female disciples servants who are only used for healing?

this looks so cool. green suits wwx really well honestly

perhaps I have been unfair to lsz given how annoying his character is in fanfics and how obvious of a plot device he is. but he's a nice boy, and to my surprise he's also smart!! look at him thinking through problems!

encouraging to see wwx express sentiments that before his death, he really needed someone to tell him

coming back, I think he's become in a certain sense resigned to the things in his life that happened. no use getting angry or upset over them, some things you just can't change. and this is really sad, but it's also, hopefully, indicative of a more healthy mindset in his second life

"I naturally trust you' and that's what he needs to hear, baby

also seeing them standing together makes those 'huge top' fics so funny. they are literally almost exactly the same body type and build. no lwj is not a head taller. no he is not built like a brick shithouse, his hands are not large enough to encircle wwx's waist. if anything he is slightly taller and more slight in build, where wwx is slightly bulkier. but I think his height is because of his heeled boots

damn the jingshi is really so nice. I love hat porch area and the bridge over there.

right after wwx said 'it's pointing at the person who told it to commit crimes' ljy jumped and then glared at wwx haha

omg HORSES! I didn't know they used horses! wwx bouncing like a bobblehead hehe. and all the fics insisting he only uses little apple

HANGUANG-JUN PIERCED EARS SHOT. taking this to headcanon that lwj wears earrings. let lej be a little gnc. as a treat.

this was such a strange moment. lwj walked off and left wwx behind entirely. why???

oh and this was funny. this guy seling ugly portraits that wwx took offense to

THERE HE IS!!! THE MOST DISASTER BABY OF THEM ALL!!!!

this kid kicked a civilian in the chest for saying the name 'wei wuxian' in public. he might have already been sensitive and prone to fights, but clearly his parenting has been ABYSMAL

by 'his uncle' he is talking about jc. btw. I originally thought he was referring to himself, but it just makes more sense. ha.

I hate the fairy scene possible more than any other scene in this show. why is his face so comedically twisted? why is his running so stupid-looking? unbelievable that this happened in the same episode that made me cry my eyes out

personal highlights

oh the rite of spring was INSPIRED

all of wwx's crying this episode. all of it. beautiful

cgi sword stabbing a hand my beloved <3 <3 <3

lwj's broken little 'wei ying' at the very end

everything about the jingshi opening scene. the music. the lighting. the atmosphere. the calm

wwx seeing his younger and more innocent self frolic about. as stated, I was inconsolable. I've always liked it but after today, it's going to be a very special scene to me

lwj's sexy whip scars and mysterious chest brand. can't help it. I love them. and wwx's seriousness and care during that scene was really nice too

lqr being roused by bad flute music, yelling at them to stop, then slipping into a coma and wwx sitting there like 😬 'whoops' with that funny face

wwx sitting with the bamboo background looking all cool

#cql re-rewatch

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