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4theitgirls · 10 months

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wonyoungism: a guide

wonyoungism is inspired by jang wonyoung and mixes a coquette, cute, pink pilates princess style with self improvement to help us become the best and healthiest versions of ourselves!

ways to express wonyoungism

have a morning routine

a morning routine helps set the tone for the rest of your day. while you can include whatever you want, typical wonyoungism morning routines include waking up early, stretching, skincare, drinking tea or lemon water, and doing your makeup and hair. do what works for you and makes you feel the best!

take care of your skin

research your skin type and find what products and routines will work best for you. no need for fancy or expensive products! in my experience, minimalism works best for my skin. a good cleanser and moisturizer are key, but you can also include things like toner, exfoliating scrubs, night cream, eye cream, and serums if you need or want them. wonyoung is an ambassador for innisfree skincare products, like these:

have a nutritious, balanced diet

having a nutritious diet keeps you healthy and energized, helps your skin and hair, makes you feel good, and has so many other benefits! focus on getting your daily servings of fruit and veggies and getting your protein and other nutrients and vitamins in, but don’t restrict yourself to the point of bad mental health. here’s a good chart to start with!

find a daily exercise regimen

most workouts you’ll find with wonyoungism are pilates, walking, and yoga (which i highly recommend!) but find a workout plan that YOU like! there are so many different types of workouts out there, and you shouldn’t force yourself to do something you hate. try out different things and figure out what works best for you. if you do want to practice pilates and yoga, here are some good channels on youtube:

move with nicole

dansique fitness

yoga with kassandra

eleni fit

sanne vloet

bailey brown

implement productive habits into your day

instead of mindlessly scrolling in your free time, try to implement productive and healthy activities. these things can include:

working out or stretching

drawing or painting

researching something that interests you

learn a new skill or a new language

read

write short stories

make a new playlist

go outside/go for a walk/spend time in nature

journal

make a vision board

be kind to yourself

sounds self explanatory, but it can be so much harder than it sounds for some of us. it may take some time, but realize that you are only human and you are doing the best you can. it’s okay to not feel as healthy or happy as you think you should, but you are absolutely valid and it is okay to be gentle with yourself. you are the only you there will ever be, embrace being you!

have an evening routine

evening/night routines are important because it closes out your day and gets you ready for a good nights sleep. it’s so helpful to have an evening routine that helps you wind down and get relaxed mentally and physically. this can include whatever makes you feel calm and happy, but it can also include things like stretching, lighting a candle, skincare, reading, meditation, and drinking a warm drink like tea!

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auroraesmeraldarose · 3 months

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Professor Gale modern AU fic, feat a definitely not just me but hotter (lies) OC, Helene (pronounced like Eleni)

Part 1 of… ???

Welp, here goes. Truly self-indulgent and written almost entirely as a way of dealing with real life… Which is much like this fic but without the hot prof. If anyone likes it I may post more, but really it’s just for me!

Helene sat at her computer, a cup of tea next to her, her desk littered with books already. Her first English Literature Masters degree tutorial began in seventeen minutes, and she was already nervous. She opened her new notebook to the first page, and in emerald green ink wrote the date in the top corner. Helene knew it was unlikely there would be much to take notes on today, as it was only an introductory session; but she was determined to do the best she could in this course, so she would rather be prepared. She had always wanted to further her education; Helene had already completed an undergraduate degree, before her teacher training, and now nine years of teaching later she finally found the impetus to get her MA, too. It helped that the course was all online, and in the evenings, though she feared at the end of a long work day the tutorials may be a little dull and difficult. Even with the lack of in person classes, the suggested forty hours a week of study was pretty impossible alongside her almost full-time teaching job, with only weekends and one day off a fortnight to dedicate to it… But she would manage, somehow. Or at least, she hoped she would.

Twelve minutes to go. Helene found herself overthinking when was the most appropriate time to join the online tutorial. Too early, and you might find yourself awkwardly alone with the Professor; too late, and you might look like you didn’t care. She settled on eight minutes before the session started, that seemed both keen but not embarrassingly so. She wondered what her Professor would be like… There were six, in total, teaching the course, but only one assigned to be her tutor; supposed to be the first port of call in case of any questions or concerns. She had searched his name online, and looked at some of his research, to try and get a feel for him. This man would be important; he was the one marking her essays, so she wanted to know as much as possible about him in advance. Professor Gale Dekarios - she already liked the sound of him, just because they shared Greek names. Helene wondered if he spoke any Greek, like her, and although she knew she was being a teachers’ pet wondered if her own knowledge of Greek might impress him. She had enjoyed reading his research on 19th Century European Literature, which was a favourite topic of hers, though she found some of his more obscure works on plays of the period beyond her experience.

Eight minutes to go. Helene clicked on the button to join the session, and put on her headphones. As the screen loaded, she saw it was divided into four: the main portion of the screen was a slide of information which read “WELCOME” in big, purple letters; a nice serif font, Helene thought to herself. The other sections included a smaller box, in which a list of the names of seventeen participants appeared, alongside a chat box which was currently empty but for one or two “good evening” messages. The final section of the screen showed Professor Dekarios, sat in front of huge, neatly organised bookcases, with a tabby cat lying happily on the desk in front of him. Helene took in the image, grinning, as the thought crossed her mind; god, he’s kind of hot… and he has a cat! She had seen a picture of Professor Dekarios online, a standard headshot, and yes, she had thought him handsome, but those author headshots could make a potato look good. It was a bit of a surprise to find that in real life he was equally good-looking: olive skin; a short beard; brown hair peppered with grey down almost to his shoulders; deep brown eyes. Was that a tattoo she could see just poking out from the top of his shirt? Maybe these online tutorials might not be as dull as she feared…

“Good evening and welcome! Now, is that the English Helen, or like the Greek Eh-leh-nee, or the French Heléne?” The Professor asked, smiling cheerfully into the camera.

Helene began typing quickly into the chat box.

- Good evening Professor; it’s the Greek, thank you for asking! Nobody ever gets it right! -

“Fantastic, and are you Greek, or just named as one, Helene?”

- My grandparents were Greek, and I read and write it decently, although my speaking isn’t great; not much chance to use it unfortunately, Professor. -

“Ah, lovely, we can be a pair of Έλληνες. And please, all of you, Gale is quite acceptable. I don’t even like my undergraduates calling me ‘professor,’ so I think those of you who have got this far into your study have earned the right to speak to me as an equal.” Gale’s smile really was quite something; even through a screen, you could see his dark eyes glittering.

Helene was glad she didn’t have her camera on, because she found herself already blushing a little. She rolled her eyes at herself; thirty-two years old and getting a crush on a teacher. What an idiot, especially when she was a teacher herself! It was a relief that Prof- Gale- (she corrected her own thought) had moved on to welcoming the last few people into the session, speaking each of their names as they entered the virtual room, as he had hers. As the clock ticked to seven, he began his session proper.

“Before we begin, I suppose I should also introduce our guest lecturer, Tara,” he stroked the tabby cat gently, smiling. “I’m afraid she may feature in most of our tutorials, though she doesn’t offer comments often. I have tried to shut her out of my study for tutorials before, but she tends to scratch at the door and meow quite distractingly! I hope none of you will mind her sitting in.”

With that, he began outlining the course, the assignment dates, the key areas to be covered. It was a lot of information all at once, but somehow Gale managed to make it all feel… manageable. He was reassuring, and spoke warmly about each section, constantly reminding the group that if there was anything they needed it was his job to be there for them. By the time the first hour had passed, Helene had made a number of useful notes about dates and resources, and the first page of her notebook was covered in her swirling green writing.

“Well, technically, we have thirty more minutes… But I think I’ve covered everything I intended to. Perhaps, if anyone has any questions, or if you’d like to just hang around for the final half an hour to get to know one-another, we could make this a bit less formal? Of course, feel absolutely free to leave, and enjoy the extra time to yourselves and your families!”

Of the nineteen group members, the professor being the twentieth person in the virtual room, only six remained for the final half an hour. Helene, of course, stayed. She didn’t really have any questions, but the combination of wanting to appear as interested as possible in the course, and the burgeoning crush on Gale held her there.

“Well, as there are so few of us left, perhaps, if you’re amenable, we could all use our microphones to speak now, rather than typing? I won’t force you to, of course, but it might make discussion a little easier…” Helene wasn’t sure if she dared… It was much easier to hide behind a chat box. It gave her time to think before speaking, and appear as intelligent and witty as possible. When two of the other group unmuted themselves, though, she felt she should probably join in, if she wanted to make an impression. She pressed the button, and hesitated briefly before speaking.

“Thank you for tonight, Prof- sorry, Gale. You’ve been very reassuring. I was starting to think, with all the pre-reading I’d been doing, that I may be in over my head a little!”

“Ah, you are most kind. I’m sure you’ll be fine, as long as you keep up with your reading, and make use of the tutorials. Was there anything particularly worrying you?”

“Just… Well, I suppose trying to do it all, while also working. I know the whole course is designed for that, but it feels a bit daunting.”

“Yes, that is often the biggest worry for our distance students. Tell me, Helene, what do you do for work?”

“I teach, English, in a secondary school.”

“I understand your concerns, that is not an easy job, and I imagine your free time is quite limited! But on the plus side, you will likely find you already know quite a bit more about research and essay-writing than many, so you won’t need to worry about learning that. Just do the best that you can, and drop me an email if you ever find yourself in need of guidance, or a deadline extension.”

“Thank you, Pr- Sorry, Gale. I will get used to that eventually!”

“Not a problem, Helene, anything you need, I am here to help. Now, does anyone have any other questions?”

A couple of the others asked questions about the course, and the assignments, and the final half an hour of the session passed quickly. It felt like mere minutes when Gale was waving them goodbye with a final reminder that if they needed him, he was only an email away.

For a few minutes after the end of the tutorial, Helene sat, her tea long gone cold, untouched as she was so immersed in listening. She wanted to do well in this course; she had wanted that long before she met “Gale.” But she couldn’t help but feel even more determined now, she wanted to impress him. Helene almost laughed at herself; it was silly, to even have such a crush at her age… But it was harmless, and if it gave her motivation to work even harder, why not indulge her fantasies a little? It wasn’t like there was ever even the slightest possibility of being able to act on her feelings. It was a distance course; they’d never be closer than opposite sides of a screen, he might be on the other side of the country, the world, even. And, of course, she was a student… And he was probably already happily married anyway. By the time she’d had a few more tutorials with him, she would likely be over this silly little crush. May as well make use of the sudden extra motivation to get some decent work done, before the mania faded! Helene opened the page that detailed her first assignment question, and worked late into the night researching, the thought of gaining the handsome professor’s approval keeping her from sleep.

#fanfic #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale dekarios #professor gale #alternate universe #modern au #cringe

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gazelessmenagerie · 22 days

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NAME: Maugaloa Malosi AGE: 37 SPECIES: Human (with cybernetic enhancements) GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Panromantic/sexual (?) PROFESSION: Mercenary / Talon Elite / Eco terrorist

—————————————————————————- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Endomorphic EYES: Orange SKIN: Hot ;) HEIGHT: 7'4"

—————————————————————————- { FAMILY } FAMILY: {File not found} SIBLINGS: {File not found} ANY PETS?: {File not found}

—————————————————————————- { SKILLS } Combat Nautical knowledge / Seamanship Charismatic Heavy artillery / armor Navigation

—————————————————————————- { LIKES } COLORS: Red, Blue, SMELLS: Fruits, seasalt, sandalwood FOOD: Faiai eleni, Fa’apapa, Kopai DRINKS: Fruit smoothies, protein shakes, tropical teas ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [ x ] || rarely [ ] || no [ ] FAVORITES:

—————————————————————————- { OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ] DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ] DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [ x ] || no [ ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: no [ ] || yes [ x ] || almost/detained [ ]

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DONE. now tag other 15 people to do it.

#|| Character Study: { Mauga }

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leftsidebonfire · 1 year

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✨️ Pinned Post! ✨️

Hello and welcome to Leftsidebonfire, where we always Go Left! 👈🔥

You can feel free to call me Katie or Elfie! I'm 25, Female, She/Her.

☠️🏴‍☠️ Follow my OC Blog!! @talesfromtherollingmountain

In this little blog, you can expect to find my silly little rambles about a whole array of things, including (but not limited to!):

One Piece, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dungeons and Dragons, The Witcher, Assassins Creed, and more!

I also have OCs! You are always welcome to talk to me about them at any time! If you'd like to ask questions or start an RP, hit me up!! Also, if any of them inspire you and you wish to draw some art of them, you have my full permission! My OCs are almost always my DnD characters that I have pushed into a corresponding Fandom, but I like to consider them in a multiverse, so dont let that stop you! You can find all my OC ramblings in the tag #OC Tag or the corresponding Character's name!

((Working on a Carrd for all my character bios. That will go here once I get it all figured out!))

OC List:

Dungeons and Dragons:

🎲 Ziona (Bard) Jocasta (Rogue) Eleni Santiana (Sorcerer) Unaek Seveer (Druid) Phaedra (Monk) Amaryllis (Monk) Vassia (Cleric) Juniper (Ranger) Alci (Dreamwalker)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure:

🍷 Phantom Blood: Amaryllis, Vassia, Caroline, Kallias

🌠 Battle Tendency: Jocasta

🏜 Stardust Crusaders: Avidia Zeppeli, B.G. May, Jocasta

💎 Diamond is Unbreakable: Joanna "Jett", Slash, B.G. May, Jocasta

🐞 Golden Wind: Tagliata Scottato

One Piece

🏴‍☠️ Straw Hat Grand Fleet: Unaek Seveer, Jocasta Erotas, Captain Eleni Santiana

🎩 Revolutionary Army: Ruth, Trygve Seveer, Rose Thorn-Seveer

🎶 Rumbar Pirates: Rhapsody

💗 Heart Pirates: Vidra

🤡 Buggy Pirates: Lyra

The Witcher

🐺 Ziona

Stranger Things

🚲 Virgina Campbell

…And more to come! (Probably)

⚜️Ive Got Fankids!⚜️

Feel free to ask about any of them! Same as the OCs, always open to chat or RP!!!

🏴‍☠️ One Piece

Delphinium (Delphi) Prince (Unaek x Sanji)

Liatris Prince (Unaek x Sanji)

Monkey D. Ace (Unaek x Luffy)

Monkey D. Rosie (Unaek x Luffy)

Mary Erotas (Jocasta x Usopp)

Roronoa Enma (Eleni x Zoro)

Trafalgar D. Cora (Eleni x Law)

Sometimes I draw! You can find all my doodles under the tag #My Art

Sometimes I write fics! Below the readmore is a link to each and a small description! You can find all of them under the tag #My Writing

Tea For Thugs (Series)

A young Victorian woman known as Amaryllis helps out an injured stranger on the streets of London one night, unknowingly forming a bond with the leader of the most feared gangs in all of London, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/654643196772614144/tea-for-thugs?source=share

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/657618178635186176/tea-for-thugs?source=share

Breathe Me

Joseph Joestar is strong in many ways, except for the moments when his resolve fails, and he admits that even he needs a little bit of comfort when it feels like the world is caving in. Jocasta offers Joseph some relief from his Hamon Training Mask.

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/666305720205082624/breathe-me-be-my-friend-hold-me-wrap-me-up?source=share

At Our Place, We Do Four

The French are known to kiss cheeks as a greeting, and as someone with the world's biggest crush on a sweet, flirty Frenchman, I can't say I'm one to complain (Self ship with Polnareff)

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/661530354451202048/at-my-place-we-do-four-katpol?source=share

Hey Jealousy

"Keep an eye on Polnareff" is a difficult task when you won't admit that you're jealous. In which I follow Polnareff around the streets while he agonizingly flirts with Nena.(Self ship with Polnareff)

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/669689689403441152/hey-jealousy-the-past-is-gone-but-something?source=share

Wouldn't Hurt a Fly

Sometimes, even the sweet ones reach their breaking point. Unaek, forced to watch her beloved Sanji being hurt to protect her, takes matters into her own hands when she unlocks a new level of her Devil Fruit she had never expected before.

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/686780496766812160/title-summary-what-happens-when-the-worlds?source=share

....and more to come! (Probably)

#Pinned Post #My Art #My Writing #Masterlist #Oc tag #Jojo's Bizarre Adventure #One Piece #Dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #RP Blog #OC Blog #Intro #Introductions #Self ship

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askpirateukplush · 2 years

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Pirate UK: Happy Halloween 2022 and blessed Samhain! Welcome to our Haunted House and meet our creepy crew!

The cunning Riddler: Arthur Kirkland

The dastardly Joker: Alfred F Jones

The Dark Knight: Princess Zelda

Ghoulish Ghoul: Link (Twilight Princess)

The Kick-ass Witch: Mikasa Ackerman

The Boney Man: Armin Arlert

Jack O' Lantern with his portable Pumpkin tea: Captain Levi

Handsome Vampire: Herakles Karpusi

Handsome Vampire Junior: Eren Yeager

Fiercesome Drakaina: Eleni

#hetalia #attack on titan #legend of zelda #halloween

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moonlube · 10 months

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E is for Eleni! She has different relationships depending on the setting, but usually she is cousin to Parker and long-lost sister to Liam. She spends her youth working very hard to succeed, but then wins the lottery and becomes the elegant goth lolita of her dreams. She never has to work again but she runs a worker co-op tea shop because she enjoys it. Her other favorite thing to do is patronize young artists with vastly different aesthetics than her. Catch Eleni buying food and spray paint for the local crust punk

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punkchestnuts · 2 years

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the product of immense work, part 2 chapter 4

It’s a Saturday, and for once Leon feels like he can enjoy the day without having to do any work. The summer term only lasts a couple months and he’s happy that it’s only a few weeks before it ends. He’s ahead on grading papers, and he’s already submitted the revised syllabi for checking. He decides to take walk around the city for a while, and perhaps find a good place to sit down, drink coffee, and read a book.

He dresses in comfortable clothes and leaves Ali Kemal in the apartment. His roommate had a late night on a case and only came home in the early hours of the morning.

He first gets coffee at his usual place, (the barista gets his order right this time) and walks around until he finishes his coffee. He visits a bookstore and browses through the new titles. The person who mans the counter always alerts him of new books that Leon might like to read. Leon has been visiting this place for ages since he moved into the city and by now the attendant knows the kind of books and textbooks he’s looking for.

He leaves the bookstore with a new book on classical feminism. (He doesn’t think about the fact that he has so many unread books at his own library at home. He’s started reading all of them, but he hasn’t gotten around completing them. He also doesn’t think about the books Hilal lent him, which he has finished reading and remains to be on his bedside table.)

He wants to head to one of his usual places to hang out when he hears his name being called somewhere. He looks around and is instead met with someone crashing into him, and arms wrapping around his torso.

“Leon! It really is you!”

The person lets him go and although it’s been more than a decade, he recognizes her immediately.

“Yildiz?!” he gasps as he takes in the matured features of the girl he used to do homework with on a kitchen table. Yildiz is taller but she still has to look up to meet his eyes. Her cheek bones more pronounced than before and her eyes are sharper in shape. Her dark brown hair is long and falls effortlessly wavy. He had thought she was pretty before, but now Yildiz has grown up to be a beautiful woman. He hugs her again and she laughs as she returns it.

“It’s been so long!” he says and lets go of her again just to ensure he isn’t dreaming. “I can’t believe it’s you!”

She laughs again. “I couldn’t believe it either, when Hilal told me she saw you again!” She turned around to pout at her sister who happens to be a few steps away, watching the reunion. “She’s a killjoy and wouldn’t tell me anything so I had to come here myself.”

That earns an indignant huff from Hilal who just crossed her arms at her sister. Leon chuckles. “If it’s any consolation, she wouldn’t tell me anything about you as well.”

“Unacceptable!” she gasps and looks at her sister with mild horror. “We’ll ratify that immediately. Since I am new to this city, you’re responsible to show me the best spots for coffee and tea.” She hooks her arm around Leon’s and begins to walk. “Come along, Hilal!”

Leon looks behind them to find Hilal following begrudgingly. He spares her an apologetic look. Apparently, Yildiz is as charismatic if ever, if not more so now.

He leads them to a café that he’s sure Yildiz would like. It’s a rose themed café that Eleni had him go with her at some point, and he remembers her remarking how it’s a good place to go on dates. She likes to think she was helpful, but Leon has never taken a girl out on a date in the café. The food and drinks were good, but it was way too flashy for his taste.

It’s just right for Yildiz who immediately marves at the flower-ladened interior. There are flowers hanging from the ceiling, cascading down like a natural curtain within the establishment. He catches Hilal looking in awe as well, no doubt she has never gone here before.

They sit at a table next to a big window where there was is view of a small rooftop garden.

Yildiz looks very satisfied with his choice and he’s happy to have obliged her. It was easy to make Yildiz smile, Hilal is a different case.

Yildiz orders a pot of hyacinth tea and a butterfly pea flower latter for Hilal who just accepts her fate. Leon isn’t afraid to order a matcha latte. But to be honest, he is slightly intimidated with the unknown drinks available and he just orders the most familiar thing there is. He has a suspicion that Hilal accepts the drink his sister ordered for her because she’s the same. Yildiz adds a plate of butter cookies.

“So,” Yildiz says once the waiter goes away with their order. “Hilal tells me you’re a professor now. She’s only told me that much.”

Leon nods, feeling a little embarrassed that Hilal talks about him even if a little. “Yes, I teach philosophy.”

Yildiz huffs amusingly. “That doesn’t surprise me a bit. You were always into your books, and reading all these weird and hard to read books. You never ran out of lines to quote me.”

“It paid off, I guess. I was supposed to go into Law, actually. That’s why I took philosophy.”

“Ooh, like Mr. Papadopoulos. How is he doing?”

“Yildiz,” Hilal warns gently.

“It’s fine,” he says this to Hilal who looks at him worriedly. “Baba passed away years ago.”

“That’s terrible!” Yildiz gasped. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell me?” she says the last bit to Hilal.

“It’s okay, Yildiz,” Leon says to spare Hilal from answering. “Like I said, it happened years ago and we’re all doing okay now.”

“Poor Veronika!” Yildiz sighs. “Is she doing well?”

“Yes, she’s in Athens now and she calls every now and then. I did tell her about Hilal and she wishes you both well.”

Yildiz perks up at this. “Oh, you have to give me her number so I can call her myself! Yakup is sure to let me go to Athens if I ask him.”

“Yakup?” Leon questions.

“Yildiz’s husband,” Hilal answers for her sister. “He’s from the military. She met him through Baba.”

“And he’s the best!” Yildiz says and extends her hand towards Leon to show off her wedding band and her engagement ring. “We’ve been married for two years now and I’ve never been happier.”

Leon examines the ring out of courtesy and he has to say that the ring suits her. The engagement ring had a pretty big diamond. “That’s really great Yildiz. I hope he’s everything you dreamed about and more.”

Yildiz pinches his cheek. “Thank you. You’re as sweet as ever, Leon!”

Leon swats her hand away gently.

The waiter comes with their drinks not long after, and Yildiz moans at how good the servings were. She insists on switching drinks just to see how everything tastes and the café gets more of her approval as she takes a sip from both Leon’s and Hilal’s drinks.

Leon has to admit they were pretty tasty, although he still can’t reconcile the fact that the two drinks were flower-based.

Yildiz tells him more about their family and how they’ve been these past years. Cevdet and Azize were well and were staying in Izmir after they both retired. “And imagine, they stay there for a year and then the next thing we know, they tell us that Mama was pregnant. Hilal was 17 and I was 21 and we were going to have a brother!”

He watches Yildiz bring her phone out and she begins sharing him photos of their younger brother, Mehmet from when he was a baby to now that he’s seven. “He looks like a carbon copy of Azize,” he comments and coos at one particular photo where the boy is perched on Hilal’s lap with the biggest smile.

“He is!” Yildiz agrees and hides her phone away. “I wish you could have met him, he’s so energetic.”

“Stubborn too. He may look like Mama, but he’s as headstrong and playful as Baba,” Hilal adds.

Yildiz dominates the conversation as she tells him about meeting her husband at the hospital she works in. She tells him how he obviously tripped and fell on his already fractured arm even when her father was helping him stand. Leon liked seeing Yildiz this carefree and happy.

Even Hilal kind of looked amused watching her sister recall a few memories. It reminded him of back then when they’d have snacks together and Yildiz would recount the day’s event to either his mother or Madam Azize. Leon would add a few things and Hilal would only smile and agree when prompted.

Soon, Yildiz excuses herself for the bathroom and Leon is left with Hilal at the table. The table is suddenly silent without Yildiz to carry the conversation.

“Your sister never changed, has she?” he asks.

Hilal smiles softly, “I wouldn’t say that. She was overbearing and frankly quite annoying as a teenager. But ultimately, the good parts of her stayed.”

“That’s kind of you to say. I kind of thought that you didn’t like her back then,” Leon teases, remembering the way young Hilal would huff and groan at her older sister whenever she encouraged or pushed her into doing things.

“Clearly, you didn’t know me as well as you thought,” she remarks, playfully raising a brow.

He hums. “You wouldn’t talk to me even if I tried,” he says. “I think you hated me just a little.”

“I didn’t,” she says. “You were new. And I’ve never had someone like a brother figure before.”

“And now?”

“Hm?”

“Is that why you still won’t talk to me?”

She stops playing with the teaspoon she’s been preoccupied with for the last hour. “When have I ever not talked to you?”

He sighs. “You won’t talk to me at work just because you want to be professional. Stonewalling isn’t professional.”

“You’re one to talk,” she says. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“I stopped annoying you. Isn’t that what you wanted? Professionalism?”

She glared up at him. “You were making me do those to annoy me?”

He sighs. “Yes.”

“You’re a child,” she tells him. “You would deliberately give me more work just to get me to talk to you? How did you come up with that logic?”

“It’s stupid, I know. That’s why I stopped.”

“And then you don’t talk to me even when I was the one already approaching you?” she scoffs. “What do you want?”

Hilal is looking at him with frustration, her eyes an icy blue. He should be scared or at least embarrassed, but the answer is automatic.

It’s odd that he doesn’t have to think too long about the answer to that. The speed of the thought popping in his mind is enough to alert him of the weight of it, and he doesn’t really know how to carry it.

Her stare bears on him and he knows she’s not pleased with him. And yet he keeps thinking of how beautiful she is. Her eyes threaten to freeze him over and yet the answer to her question echoes in his mind.

You. I want you.

It isn’t her eyes that freeze him, it’s the realization that there were deeper feelings involved in his intentions towards Hilal. To someone who he has seen as a younger sister for the better part of his life. It’s the confusion that makes him question his own knowledge of himself. How has he not seen this before? How has he not seen the weight of her value to him? How has he not seen something so important, something so blatant?

Yildiz comes back and she notes the angry atmosphere. “What’s this? Hilal, what did you say again?”

Hilal frowns at her sister. “Why do you always think it’s my fault?”

“You have a penchant for trouble, dear sister,” Yildiz says. “And besides, Leon’s too polite to say anything offending.”

Hilal scoffs. “Then you won’t mind if leave now. I’m obviously causing trouble.”

“Hilal,” Yildiz groans. “Please. Can’t we just enjoy the afternoon?”

“I have things to do. I’ll see you back home, Yildiz,” Hilal says in finality and leaves.

Leon wants to go after her and probably apologize but Yildiz places a hand on his arm. “Leave her. She needs to cool off whenever she gets angry.”

“She’s developed a temper,” he comments.

Yildiz laughs. “Being left alone to help care for Mehmet for a few years will do that I guess.”

Leon nods. “She’s changed so much from being that shy girl I knew. It’s almost giving me whiplash.”

Yildiz pats his arm. “She has always had that temper; she was just more subdued whenever you were around.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” she smiles teasingly. “Hilal is known to wear her heart on her sleeve. She just has this horrible way of expressing every emotion through anger.”

She laughs when she sees his obvious confusion. “Of course, you don’t know. You never noticed it. But we did. Mama, Baba and me always teased her about it and she’d deny it even if it was so obvious.”

“Noticed what?”

Yildiz laughs again and reaches to pinch his cheek. “Hilal will kill me if I tell you, but I’m telling you anyway.” She excitedly leans towards him. “Hilal had a crush on you.”

Leon blinks and takes a few seconds to take in the revelation. Hilal had a crush on him? When they were kids?

Yildiz is certainly amused by this and Leon has forgotten how relentless she is in her teasing. Even when they were kids, she had him and Hilal on her streak.

“It was the cutest thing ever. Whenever she didn’t want to do something, I only had to tell her that you were coming along or that you’d be disappointed if she didn’t do it. She’d eat it right up and do anything. She was really happy whenever you’d read with her, and she wouldn’t stop carrying that book you gave her when we left.”

He honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that. Any other person would probably shrug, smile, and comment about how adorable a childhood crush is, but Leon is just reeling from the realization of his own feelings to properly react to the revelation of Hilal liking him back then.

It really isn’t good timing and it doesn’t do any good. But he tunes it out and listen to Yildiz anyway. She talks and he listens. She talks enough for the both of them, and she talks as if there wasn’t thirteen years separating them. He appreciates it really, because at least he can delay confronting his feelings for a while.

…

He walks Yildiz home and although she invites him in for a coffee, he declines (the thought of a cup of Turkish coffee makes him pause though). He doesn’t want to see Hilal at the moment, for the reason that he needs to figure himself out before seeing her. Who knows what kind of upheaval his mind and feelings will create when she’s so close yet so far away?

“Let’s do this again soon, Leon! And give my regards to your mother, okay?” Yildiz says as she walks up to the apartment she shares with her sister.

“Yes, I will,” he says and leaves too.

…

#vatanim sensin #wounded love #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3fanfic #hileon #hilal x leon #hilal #leon

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I'm curious about your Matias OC! (Sorry if someones already sent this kinda ask before lol)

What species ate they? Their interests? Relationshsips with friends and family?

And me just infodumping about my OC cus why not:

I have a dragon OC named Dart Frog who was honestly a headache for adults when he was younger lol, often running off to random adventures in their village in the rainforest. (Finding out he had a sister that also did the same thing did not help this at all lol). His species can normally change the color of their scales, but he had a bunch of random black splotches that would never change color, and his venom was wayyyy weaker than it should be. On the plus side, his scales are brighter due to black absorbing more sunlight (which is how his species gets energy for scale-color-changing). His sis Lilac has a similar mutation but white splotches instead, so her scales are dimmer. Anyway they would run off a lot and Dart loved studying diferent plants and animals (especially amphibians), eventually becoming and assistant healer and potionmaker when he got older. He also helped out with taking care of younger dragonets at his previous orphanage. Eventually, he developed an interest in carving and his sis became a scale-painter (basically a tattoo artist but with paint for scales) and tailor after they befriended a familtpy from another kingdom during one of their adventures. One day they saw a cool bird and Lilac was like 'I wonder how many other cool birds there are?' And Dart was all 'We're packing our things, let's fins ALL the cool birds! >:D' and then they left their kingdom/village thing to wander around and stuuf

They have this book thing with their observations also. Though, since their village/kingdom was pretty isolated, they didn't know the names of most things and it took them a bit to figure out the whole long-term adventuring thing haha (His sis called a kangaroo a 'buff angry bunny' and Dart accidentally almost blew up their camp once cus they didn't know that the type of cactus they were near exploded when too close to fire)

Dart makes a living off of selling potions, tea, herbs, carvings, and carved jewlery (and sometimes dragonet-sitting services) and his sister does scale-painting, regular painting, and is a tailor

Theres alot more about them but I should probs end the tangent here lol, this ask is already pretty long to read XD

Matias is a sorcerer! Which in that story is a separate race from humans, and sorcerers actually fall into the classification of being spirits. Though he falls into the star-touched sub-class (which basically means he has constellations on his cheeks, but it has other ramifications) And depending on the time period things are actually quite a bit different. In the time period where he served as arch-mage to the kingdom of Arterus, his personal interests fell by the wayside as he focused more on his duties, but he'd try to get training in different magic techniques in when he could. At this time period he relied heavily on fire magic. He had a few people he was close to, mainly his girlfriend Eleni and some of the other senior(?) mages (I don't know what I consider them tbh, but he's known them for a long time) and then he was also close to the young prince due to sorcerers often functioning as babysitters for the royal family.

Then in time period when Ralia is alive, he's living alone in a tower, and most of his personal interests are in things like potion brewing and astronomy, things he can do without leaving the area he's living in, because magic's kinda outlawed due to a plague on the land which specifically targets anything connected to magic. His only real relationships at this point are with a dead paladin (who spared his life, but later died) and Ralia, who is also a sorcerer , but was raised by humans. Also this time period is like 4,000 years after Arterus. His hair is closer to auburn, with remnants of the purple from the period between the two eras, it was blond in arterus. Um, he's got red eyes, and he wears a red shirt at this point. Much more put together man than he was back in the day, and he really cares about Ralia, mainly due to his obligation as the only adult sorcerer around to be an adult. Ralia doesn't get along with him too well though. She was kinda a feral child until her adoption and she doesn't really appreciate how he's treating her like a kid.

Also he calls Ralia eyas, which is the term for a baby hawk, so interpret that as you will.

#not a prompt #oc stuff #matias should honestly be an alchoholic #probably was at one point #asks

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