#this is isn't quite a poem but those makes the best poems

[andrewwtca]

did I do something right? the world is being kinder to me.

no, it's not being kinder. I've finally started accepting its kindness. I breath in the air and hold on to the good; and I keep the bad in my heart, to keep me human. I keep everything inside of me as a reminder that I'm real, I'm alive, I'm here.

I'm here, and the wind rushes as I run. I'm alive, and I stifle laughter from outrageous messages. I'm real, and I reach out - and people reach back. they're real, they're alive, they're here, and they've been calling out for me, for us.

I did do something right. I started loving myself a little bit more. the world is not kinder; I am.

thank you for your loving.

#andrew's writing #poetry #this is isn't quite a poem but those makes the best poems #right? #I feel so blessed lately #I've fought to stay alive #and I finally feel like I'm living #it's horrifyingly human #it demands vulnerability and sacrifice #I have to repeat to myself every day “we carry on we carry on” #I have to carry on with a wounded heart without knowing where it goes (if it even goes to where it needs to) #but I'm not sending my love into a void #thank you to everyone sending kind messages or cheering me on or simply leaving a like #thank you for affirming that I'm real and that I am loved #you are loved too #we are all horribly human and horribly loved #thank you <3

[dumpster-diving-rat]

How I think random bsd characters would tell you they love you (dating and not dating)

Edgar Allan Poe

-When you're not dating him, he's afraid to tell you about his feelings, practically admiring from afar whenever you two are together

-One day, whilst you're at his house, he hands you a book

-Whether or not you want his ability to be used is up to you, so I'll give you two versions here

-You get put into the book, there, you see a letter, in it is a confession of his feelings, if you looked around, you would notice you were in your favorite place, whether that's a place you've dreamed of going, or a place you've been to

-Once you get out after reading the confession, he is quite embarrassed, but tries to act normal

-The only reason why he didn't tell you in the book himself, was because he was too scared to see your reaction in real time, so he wrote the note for you to read while in the book

-If his ability was not used, it would be a book of love poems, confessing his love for you with many words, describing how he loves you with quite the description

-You can tell by the look on his face, in which he finally showed, that he was lovestruck

-He had fallen hard for you, and didn't plan on letting those feelings go

-However, when you are dating him, he shows his love similarly, but still different

-You will hear him say 'I love you' of course, but, sometimes he does it in ways you never thought he could do

-Did he learn different, slightly hidden ways to say I love you? Perhaps, but only for you, because he knows you'll find it, even if you don't understand it

-He gave you a few new love poems, he gives you different ones every week, but what you weren't expecting was at the top of every page, there was the same dots and lines -Wondering what it was? Well, it was morse code for I love you, but not just that, different variations of I love you. It seemed to be a different way of saying it every two pages. Such as 'I love you so much' and 'I love you more than every star in the sky'

-He did it all in morse code, just so you may or may not know it, even so, you'd have to translate it if you did know it

-He does give you some gifts outside of poems, but they have to do with what you like, such as flowers, or art supplies if you're an artist

-Yes, he's not the best at spending well, he spends a lot of unnecessary money, but he gets it back in a day or so, which makes him not care about all of that

-He loves you with his entire heart, and he reminds you with all of those weekly poems, and gifts

Ranpo Edogawa

-Before you started dating, this great detective had his eyes on you -He shared some snacks with you, to every other detectives surprise

-He's even asked Fukuzawa multiple times to let you go to cases with him, even if you hadn't asked to go with him

-Asking for you to go on cases with him was practically his way of getting closer to you, which was what he wanted

-One day, you went candy shopping with Ranpo. While you two were in the rain, standing under an umbrella, Ranpo suddenly said "I love you" to you. Of course it caught you off guard, I mean, you both weren't really speaking, and it was just so sudden

-Cue the prolonged eye contact moment, because he actually opened his eyes, and stared at you

-You two continued walking back to the agency in the rain after a small talk. Wait, are you two holding hands now? Absolutely, yes you are, and Ranpo was happily grinning

-Now, when you're dating him, he is a bit clingy, and is probably demanding hugs (and kisses if you want those too)

-He probably says I love you at least 20 times in one day, mainly while he is getting held by you

-Ranpo will share a few snacks with you, but doesn't really get you many gifts

-I'd say gift giving isn't really his love language, I'd say it's physical touch, and probably even words of affirmation

-He just want to be held and praised for his work, while he tells you he loves you (and that he wants more affection, like the clingy person he is)

-He just wants to be lazy with you all day, sleeping, and eating snacks

Kunikida Doppo

-He didn't exactly expect to fall so hard for you, but, you fit a lot of his ideals, and he just didn't know what to do of it

-He would gift you things that you like, probably slightly smaller things, but still things you like or want

-There's a book you want? Well, surprise, he bought it for you, but it's 'no big deal'

-Dazai found out immediately, and would tease him so much for his little crush, and would talk about how his ideals would make you 'run away'

-Kunikida's face was almost always a slight pink around you

-One time you got close to his face to take a look at his eyes, because you were a bit interested in them, and he turned the reddest shade of red anyone could ever see

-If you ever complimented him, he would stop functioning, even if he never acts that way towards anyone else

-Because Yosano couldn't go shopping unfortunately, (she actually could but Dazai and Yosano ship you and Kunikida together, so she acted like she couldn't) she recommended you go with Kunikida, because he had good time management, and you and Yosano never knew how to keep track of time while shopping together. Thus, you asked him, and he agreed, hesitantly (if you listen closely, you can hear Yosano and Dazai snickering and whispering with each other about you two practically going on a date together, and high fiving each other)

-You and Kunikida did your shopping, while he made sure you didn't over spend, and made it back on time

-Before leaving, and putting your bags in his trunk, he asked if he could tell you something

-Then, he confessed. Saying how perfect you were, and how you were the ideal person for him. He asked you if you wanted to go on a date sometime as well

-He looked a lot happier for the rest of the day when you were both back at the agency

-Dazai and Yosano knew something definitely went down, because it seemed like you were slightly flustered, and Kunikida looked happier than his usual stern face

-"Sooo Kunikida, how'd your little date go with name hmm?" Dazai then got pummeled by Kunikida

-When you're dating Kunikida, you won't always hear an I love you at the ADA (if you choose to work there)

-However, he does message it to you when checking up on you, and does say it while you're both at home

-You'll most likely hear it at least once or twice a day

-He does still give you the small gifts, like I mentioned earlier, but will give you flowers too, and you'll see them mainly when you two go on dates, it's your anniversary, or Valentine's day, which are classic, but it's sweet nonetheless

-He doesn't do that much physical touch, but if you ask for a hug, a kiss, or practically anything, he will do it, just not in public

-You can hold hands in public with him, but that's pretty much the only thing he will do with you in public

-He just prefers to keep it more private, but maybe if it's not so crowded, he'll kiss you, or hug you, whatever you want, really. Just know you have to be the one to ask, because he won't do it

-Consent is everything to Kunikida, and he will always ask for your approval before doing anything that has to do with physical affection with you

Dazai Osamu

(TW: there is one mention of suicide, if that makes you uncomfortable, you could just skip to the dating part, or you could skip this in general)

-Oh. My. God.

-He will tease and flirt with you, and only you once he falls in love with you

-He does practically everything for you, sometimes even without asking

-You accidentally cut your hand or finger? Dazai is already there with bandages, and is cleaning your wound

-Probably kisses your wound as a joke, while flirting with you in the process

-You don't think he's being serious, in fact, you know he can't be

-But, here you are, helping him with paperwork, in his living room

-He isn't doing much, it's more like you do almost all of it, and then he finishes the rest of it

-He walks up to you once you're done and sitting on the couch, and sits next to you

-He gives you a hug, while flirting and giving you random words of affirmation

-While he's hugging you, he stops doing his flirting, and looks right into your eyes

-You get confused at his change in demeanor, but before you can say anything, he says 'I love you'

-You ask if he's being serious, to which he stares at you again, with a serious face, which you don't really see often

-"Honestly, how could you not tell? I've slowed down trying suicide. Did you not notice that?" Dazai is still staring at you, and now you're starting to realize it all

-"You've become such an impact in my life, angel" Yes, he did just give you a new nickname, and he will never stop calling you that from now on

-Dating him is barely different, he gives you every ounce of love he can

-I see his love language as physical touch, and he would cuddle you basically everyday, hugging you, giving you many, many kisses (unless you don't want that, he will respect that, as will every other character, so don't fret)

-He loves to lay on you, or rest his head on your lap, he's surprisingly clingy

-He says I love you almost every second, and you will hear it everyday, as well as see it on your messages everyday too

-You will get gifts often, and compliments everyday

-The gifts are typically stuff you like or want, as well as things like flowers

I hope you enjoyed this, if you have a request, you can comment it, I don't have an ask box, and idrk how the ask box works, so just comment or message me ♡

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #edgar allan poe #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #dazai osamu #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

[ryin-silverfish]

Heart and Mind: An Analysis of Tripitaka

I've been wanting to write this since…since I came across some good ol' Tripitaka discourse in the LMK fandom ages ago. Couldn't remember the specifics, but as y'all probably know, it falls under the "Is him an abusive master" and people's strongly worded retort to that question.

On one hand, I dislike the "abusive" take because so often, it is an excuse to reduce a character to an 2D caricature for cheap angst purposes, and both JTTW and its historical context deserve more nuances than that.

On the other hand, I don't agree with some of the defenses either——that Tripitaka is Kind and Wise and The Virtuous Monk, Actually, and people who said otherwise just had their views colored by adaptations, or were ignorant westerners misreading the book.

Because trust me, Chinese readers absolutely have gripes with Tripitaka too, and sass him mercilessly.

We may have a better idea of the historical context, namely, the common usage and acceptance of corporal punishments, but quite a few of us don't think he's a good Buddhist either.

Instead, I'd like to focus on his allegorical role, and how it ultimately forms the basis for my interpretation of his character.

It is commonly acknowledged that each pilgrim represent an aspect of the enlightenment seeker: Monkey is the Mind, Dragon Horse the Will, Pigsy the Desire, Sandy the Determination/Ideation.

Tripitaka is either the enlightenment seeker as a human, or the Heart, the Compassion.

But how can someone represent Compassion when his behaviors don't look all that compassionate, when he seems to care more about what a good Buddhist looks like on paper than in spirit?

How can a compassionate man punish his disciple with a migraine spell and disown him twice, be okay with some violence but not others?

Well, to answer that question, I feel like you have to look at Tripitaka in conjunction with SWK, and what the monkey represents. He is literally the Mind Monkey, the boundless potential of human intellect, and that, by itself, is neutral.

In the word of one of the best poems in JTTW:

"He could be good; he could be bad; present good and evil he could do at will. He'd be an immortal, a Buddha, if he's good; wickedness would cloak him with hair and horn."

To put it simply, SWK is one's wits, one's problem-solving skills, the ability to discern good and evil on a cognitive level.

Whenever Tripitaka, the Compassion, is deceived, it falls to the Mind to see the opponents as they are, and take action to protect the human from harm.

But just as blind compassion without judgement can be exploited by evil, the reverse is true for a mind without compassion, driven solely by their own ambition and whims and practical knowledge.

The Mind knows that robbery is a crime, so these robbers deserve death, but has no idea how disturbing it is for a regular guy to witness six people being brutally murdered in front of him.

The Mind knows that abandoning your wife and family to become a bandit is shameful and unfilial, but cannot comprehend why the bandit's father may not want his son killed for these offenses.

The Mind knows right and wrong, but has trouble seeing the human behind those acts, and why one should care in the first place.

And to see what the Mind looks like without any of Compassion's restraint, one needs to look no further than SWK's "Second Mind", the Six-eared Macaque.

Just like how "Heart" sounds like a lame power for a character, Compassion isn't flashy, nor as useful in a strictly ultilitarian sense. In fact, having compassion makes you vulnerable. It hurts. And unscrupulous people will absolutely use it against you.

So why hold onto your weakness and wallow in it? The world doesn't need another sanctimonious wuss, it needs strong, clever people making hard sacrifices, ruthless, logical decisions! Tough up! Stop caring, and you'll never be hurt again!

Much like a certain crowd who think basic human decency is somehow political propaganda, perhaps, when SEM struck Tripitaka, he was trying to do the same thing.

Kill the embodiment of compassion, the sniveling, useless, fragile human that keeps holding SWK back. Replace him as the true Mind, the one strong enough to break all bonds and seize glory with his own two hands.

But without compassion, without humanity, one is no longer a whole person, and cannot reach enlightenment. In fact, just like how Buddha would only give the True Scripture to Tripitaka, if you are not brave enough to make yourself vulnerable, to suffer and feel other's suffering, you will never transcend it.

At best, you can have some pale imitations of the parts you have willingly shut out from yourself.

And that's what SEM does. He thought he could do it on his own, singlehandedly replace SWK and reap the benefits of enlightenment, but he is no Monkey Awakened to Emptiness.

He is just empty; cut off desires because it is base, cut off determined ideation because it is foolish, cut off compassion because it is weak, cut off the altruism and curiosity and creativity from the mind, and you are left with a grand total of NOTHING.

A shadow of a self, desperately clinging onto external validation and stolen stories, reading the pilgrim's travel paperwork out loud as if that would actually make the journey his.

Tripitaka needs to trust SWK and learn from him, because compassion, much like good intention, doesn't solve problems on its own, and mercy is not the same as enabling harm.

SWK needs his master's guidance, because even at his most selfish and impulsive, he cares, and only by extending that care to others and accepting the vulnerability that comes with it can he truly mature and become awakened to the ultimate truth.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

One last bit of ramble: I feel like there is something to be said about Tripitaka's tendency to trust Pigsy, and how the pursuit of enlightenment is often derailed by worldly desires.

Unlike the demons they encountered, however, Pigsy is not the personification of mental obstacles that must be destroyed, because you cannot destroy bodily needs, nor the very human tendencies to slack off and avoid trouble.

You should stop listening to its advice, sure. Poke fun at it, absolutely. But what Pigsy represents is part of the human condition, just like every other pilgrim, and also something one must make peace with.

#journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw #tripitaka #tang sanzang #sun wukong #six eared macaque #pigsy #zhu bajie #character analysis #lego monkie kid

[blacktacmopsi]

The NSFW Alphabet: David 'Hesh' Walker Director's Cut Edition

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A- Aftercare (What does it look like?)

Hesh is fantastic at this. After a bout of love making, he'll cuddle you, kiss you, and talk to you about how much he loves you. His pillow talk is so sweet it'll give you diabetes.

B- Body count (How many people have they fucked)

Hesh has a really low body count. His time to play around was obliterated by the ODIN strikes and then him joining the Army. Yeah, he's had a one-night-stand or two, but it's still quite low.

C- Cum (Where do they do it? How much is there?)

Hesh isn't picky about where he cums. Wherever you want it, he'll give it. Mouth? Sure. Pussy? Alright. Tits? Fine by him. He doesn't care so long as you're happy...and if you're happy, he's happy. Now Hesh will also give quite a bit when he really gets going, so think wisely if you want to swallow...you might gag due to volume. Especially if he's been pent up.

D- Daydreaming (How often do they find themselves having dirty (day)dreams about their partner)

Hesh will sometimes entertain a dirty thought or two. When he's single he'll think about sex and certain things that turn him on. When he's got an SO, he'll think of them when he gets horny and what he'd love to do with them.

E- Emotion (Do they fuck when angry? Excited? Do they get emotional after?)

Hesh will not angry fuck. He's not at all like that. Sometimes he will get emotional during or even after an intense love making session though. This is mostly due to him having such strong feelings for his SO and feeling those deep wells of love. He might even get a bit glossy eyed after as he holds you close to him, feeling your heart beat next to his.

F- Famous (Would they ever be a camgirl/boy? How popular would their channel be?)

Oh fuck no! Hesh is a straight-laced guy. He has no game for that kind of thing even if he wanted to.

G- Goated (What are they the absolute best at?)

Hesh is an absolute god when it comes to the kind of sex that makes you feel loved inside and out. He'll give you the stuff romance novels and poems were written about.

H- Hair (How much do they shave? Does the carpet match the drapes? Do they mind hair on their partner?)

Hesh is all man, and I mean ALL MAN. He's a hairy beast (as evidenced by his sideburns/ mutton chops which, by the way... my man, I love you but please style and shave those. You're not Unknown Hinson). He'll manscape and trim back the hedges because it does make him feel a bit uncomfortable, especially when it's hot out. He'll never go full bare though. As for hair on his partner, he doesn't care so long as you practice good hygiene.

I- Intimacy (How intimate are they during it?)

Ooh, very much so! Hesh doesn't straight up fuck often. He makes loves and with that comes a certain level of closeness and tenderness that is a salve not only for your pussy but your soul as well.

J-  Joking (How serious are they during the deed?)

Hesh will make you chuckle from time to time. Though he's a romantic through and through, he doesn't take himself seriously and knows how to laugh at himself. He can be a big dork sometimes.

K- Kinks (Their five biggest)

Hesh isn't a kinky guy, but he's got a few things he digs in the bedroom.

Deep kissing: It's vanilla but like I said, Hesh is primarily a romantic. He'll let all his feelings and passions for you be known when he takes his time kissing you so good, your ancestors will feel it. If you do the same back to him, especially on his neck and collar bone areas, you've unlocked super horny Hesh! He'll definitely get a boost of dominance and just take you right then and there.

Him being on top: He loves this & likes knowing he's the man to please you. It gets him off knowing he can make you moan and sigh and whimper.

Fingering: Touch is pretty big for Hesh. He's handsy and will leave no part of you unexplored. He likes slipping a finger or two inside to feel how good he's got you worked up.

Groping: Kind of along the same lines as fingering, Hesh likes to feel you up and cup your ass. Let him feel your curves and slide his hands along you and see what it does to him.

You wearing something sexy: Hesh is Mr. Visual so if you come to the bedroom wearing a sexy piece of lingerie, he'll be unable to resist you. Just make sure you're not wearing anything expensive as there's a high chance he'll just completely rip it off your body before he ravages you.

L- Location (Where are they down to fuck?)

Hesh isn't into doing it anywhere other than the confines of his home. Kitchen counter? Shower? Garage? The old rocking chair in the attic? All fair game for him.

M- Music (Do they like to listen to songs during the deed? If so what ones?)

He'll sometimes put on something soft and sensual for more romantic encounters but more often than not, the music he wants to hear are your sounds of passion & you whimpering for him.

N- No (Something they would never do).

Hesh would never want to degrade you or hurt you. Extreme things are completely off the table. No BDSM aside to maybe light spanking. He's a man who will feel bad for hours if he accidentally rams your cervix mid thrust.

O- Orgy (Will they ever have group sex? If so with who?)

Hahahahahahahaha...no.

P- Position (What position do they favorite? Are they the giver/receiver in the position?)

Hesh prefers to be on top. He likes to have that feeling of pleasing you and being the reason why you cum screaming his name. He's pretty reciprocal overall.

Q- Quirks (Do they have any weird traits in bed?)

At most, Hesh does like it if you blow lightly into his ear. It give him pleasant shivers and he might moan the more you do it. You could also play with his nipples but your milage may vary on this depending on his mood.

R- Rough (What’s their pace?)

So, the only time Hesh approaches anything close to rough would be when he comes back from a long deployment and just can't contain himself. He'll get handsy and a tad bit domineering as he finds you and just makes his desires known by groping you and shucking your panties down.

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they last?)

Given that he's a man in his late 20s (28 to be exact), he can definitely go at least another round... That is, if he isn't tired from his military duties and, of course, is well rested.

T- Toys (Do they use em? What ones? On their partner or themselves?)

Hesh is old fashioned. Give him some privacy and maybe a sock or rag and he'll get the job done just fine, like the good ol' red hot blooded American he is. If you bring a toy to the room, he'll use it on you if you request.

U- Urgent (Their opinions on quickies)

He's not a fan of them. If he has a partner, he'll wait until there's a good time to make the moment last.

V- Volume (How loud are they in bed?)

Have you ever actually heard a man enjoy sex? Like, naturally, with all the moans and groans and grunts they make? Not the crap you hear in porn or dirty talk. I'm talking about the natural sounds of a man getting his release and feeling good. It's one of the hottest things on the planet to hear a guy in the grips of pure sexual bliss. That's Hesh for you.

W- WorldWideWeb (What sex things have they googled? What’s their porn history?)

Hesh is kind of generic on this front. If he's watching porn it would be things like fingering or blowjobs and overall mostly softcore stuff.

X- Xtra (A fun lil random fact)

Hesh works hard to seduce the one he loves. He'll amp up the seduction to his fullest ability...just don't ask him to talk dirty. He can't really do it. Spare him and you the cringe.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As a late 20s man, his drive is relatively high. Yeah, he's not where he was when he was a teen, but he still feels the urge frequently.

Z- Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after sex?)

Given his military life, poor Hesh can knock out fast. He's exhausted and tired most of the time these days but will at least wrap his arms around you. But, if he's well rested, he can stay up a bit for pillow talk and that sweet, sweet post sex cuddle only Hesh can give you.

#BlackTacMopsi Writes Garbage #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #call of duty #hesh smut #cod hesh #david hesh walker #hesh walker #This man is so husband coded #i cant even #hesh hivemind🍯

[hopeluna-archived]

These flowers....are for me?

The Obey Me! Characters bringing you flowers

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Satan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff?

A/N: I haven't written for Obey Me! in a while and this randomly popped in my head and I just quickly whipped this up so i'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes😅

Beelzebub, Simeon

M.list

Lucifer

With Lucifer, its become a tradition between both of you. Everyday he shows up at your door with a bouquet of different flowers. Roses being his personal favourite.

He'll also set a charm on the flowers so that they never go brittle. Some of the bouquets are scattered throughout the House of Lamentation in vases.

If he is in a hurry he doesn't add it, but usually he adds little notes with the bouquet containing some small poems or encouragements for you throughout the day.

And if you give him flowers, his heart explodes as he tries to maintain the smile on his face. He'll thank you profusely before kissing the back of your hand and almost running towards his office.

He keeps the flowers that you gave him treasured in either his room or office. So now anytime he has his head stuck in stacks of paperwork, as he glances up to stretch, a smile falls on his face as he spots the flowers you gave him.

And for a minute, all his worries are gone and what is left is a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he thinks of you.

Mammon

It was you who first gifted him flowers on a normal day. Mammon was in his room, counting up his money when you quietly entered his room.

He didn't even notice you come in, too engrossed in his next money making scheme and how he was gonna escape from the witches.

So when you tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped up, startled. Blushing, he demanded why you came in his room.

And when you just smile gently with a "for you, it made me think of you" and hand him some colourful tulips, he thinks he stopped working for a minute there.

Blushing even more and taking the flowers from you, he grumbles to knock before you come here and mumbles a shy thank you under his breath that he hopes you didn't catch.

But you did, and you smile and lean in to peck his cheek which causes him to malfunction more.

And later as Levi is demanding to be payed back, his mind wonders back in circles to that moment, he thinks that maybe life isn't so shitty afterall and Levi's shouting falls deaf to his ears.

Satan

You had convinced Satan to finally take a break from all the mystery novels and try reading romance novels for a change. He of course welcomed your suggestion with an open mind.

He had to admit, those romance novels didn't really amuse him back then but now that he was with you, they manage to tug on his heartstrings.

Satan wasn't obviously foreign to the concept of giving flowers to your partner, its just that he never really felt the adoration for someone like that. Well until you that is.

He knew that you would be delighted by the action and so he set forth to research about your favourite flowers and their symbolic meanings.

After quite a bit of research, he finally managed to trach down the best florist in the Devildom and purchase a bouquet, not too extravagent but heartfelt.

And all that research and running around Devildom was definitely worth it to see the way your eyes lit up when he presented the bouquet to you.

From then on, he would often give you flowers just to see the your bright smile which in turn makes him smile as he realizes that the feeling of never ending wrath in him wasn't for evermore.

'Cause looking at you he felt nothing but love.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

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[lineffability]

style, flair, and a head of red hair – she’s the nanny?!

oneshot. 5k. human au. the story of how crowley becomes a nanny. no, not that one. the other one. the fine type. this fic was inspired by @densewentz and this stunning piece of The Nanny/Crowley art that blew my socks clean off. i had to write it.

She is entirely perfect and utterly boring.

Aziraphale Edenson, ever the picture of perfect pleasantry, has recited three consecutive poems in his mind while she's been speaking, and he could almost swear one of them had been the entirety of Ginsburg's Howl. He can't be certain, as he's drifted. In front of him, the Mary Poppins palimpsest is finishing her impassioned speech that had begun somewhere in her childhood only to end, in a satisfying narrative conclusion, he is sure, in the childhood of Warlock, his unexpected teenage protegé, and somehow between those two childhoods she had also wedged in his, Aziraphale's, childhood too, though he isn't sure quite how that is possible. It seems she has done her research rather thoroughly. 

It is not polite to interrupt people, so Aziraphale does not. He smiles, he nods at the right moments, and he offers more tea, and then he ushers her to the front door with perfect manners only to say, in one last moment of mental impasse, "Well, thank you so very much, Mrs Poppins, I will be sure to contact you by the end of the week. It has been so very lovely to meet you."

It only occurs to him half an hour later why her smile had faltered, and he smacks his hand to his forehead, producing a noise that sounds very much like oh, bugger. 

A string of interviews follow this initial one, and after a fortnight, Aziraphale gives up. It’s not that the applicants are unsuited: rather the opposite, their credentials battle each other for excellence: if one has twenty years of experience in royal nanny service, the next will present a doctoral degree in Nannyology straight from Harvard. After all, Villa Eden is not only a beautiful and prestigious estate in the nicest part of London, but he offers a pay check that the best paid nanny in the world might have envied, promptly losing her her title. An honest wage for honest work, he thinks, and he certainly does not know what to do with a twelve year old boy. So if someone does, money shall not be the issue. 

The thing is: hiring a nanny is… it’s like selling books. Aziraphale is selfish. Aziraphale does not want to hire a nanny. He does not want to share his space, his routines, his library, his home. He can do it for Warlock, for a few months, because it is the right thing to do. He does not love it. But he likes the kid enough. Especially because his parents… well, they don’t. Not properly, not like they should, and that is enough for Aziraphale to feel a bristling sense of injustice, and a burning desire to bestow the boy with a love that might not live up to the parental ideal, but make him feel safe and liked and cared for, at least. 

So maybe he has to hire the Mary Poppins nanny, after all, to help him realize his wish, to support him in his quest, to breach the friendly but unbreachable rift between the old, reclusive neighbor and the bright, young boy that has been parked here by his parents, like a pet, while they are away for travel for half a year. Aziraphale huffs. 

He stares out the window of his conservatory, but can’t make out the expanse of his glorious estate. That’s because it is cloudy and gray and rainy and grim, and also winter, which might have something to do with it. Darkness has settled over the hill and his mansion like a heavy blanket. His clock chimed five not a minute ago, and yet it is already pitch-dark. Aziraphale likes winter. It grants you more alone time that needs not be justified as much as during other seasons. The weather today suits his mood. With a grim face, he makes up his mind to hire the nanny. 

In a dramatic last minute coincidence not at all necessitated by the narrative, the doorbell rings precisely in the moment Aziraphale starts to dial the number on the resumé.  

Aziraphale puts the receiver back down. He walks to the main entrance. 

(He does not believe in servants: for the same reason that he does not believe in nannies.)

When he opens the door, it takes him a moment to make sense of the picture of personified misery he is presented with. 

“Cosmetics,” the picture of misery says. 

“Excuse me?”

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#good omens #my writing #ineffable husbands #azcrow #good omens fanfiction #inefficable #the nanny au

[kllypsooo]

My grammar isn't the best (I apologize for that) but I wanted to share a few Omega headcanons I came up with! He is my favorite ghoul, if you couldn't already tell 😭

Love him dearly

✧ Quintessence ghouls love shiny things! Jewelry in particular. Omega has a fascination with rings, which he finds joy in collecting. Some he'll wear, while others he just owns for the fun of it

✧ Another quint ghoul headcanon I have: they can shape shift! Omega's preferred form is a cat. It's easier to cause mischief as a feline than a 6'4 demon man.

✧ Believe it or not, but Omega isn't all that into metal music. He definitely prefers songs from the 60's-80's. His favorite bands/artists are: ABBA, a-hah, The Beatles, Blue Öyster Cult & David Bowie!

What is his favorite song? Has been and will always be Dancing Queen by ABBA!

✧ He has gladly accepted the title as the Clergy's "dancing queen."

✧ Omega loves literature! Specifically poetry. Every night, he spends time locked up in his room, writing away in his journal. His knack for poetry is something that must be kept hidden, as the topics present in (not all, but some of) Omega's work can be quite.. controversial. This is initially the ghoul's way of venting.. and his writings mainly focus on his disdain for the clergy, how corrupt it is. There was a time where he ripped the pages from his journal, plastering them on the walls of the ministry. This bold act elicited a mixture of reactions within his peers, both positive and negative.

✧✧ Sexuality & relationships ✧✧

✧ He is gay & demisexual.

✧ Omega isn't too keen on dating or just romance in general. Terzo was the only real love he had. He has had crushes in the past: Lake, Earth, Ifrit.. though never acted upon those feelings

✧ Unlike most ghouls, Alpha, Omega, Earth & Chain were summoned as kits. Around 8-11 years after Copia (can't remember how old he is) was born, making them about 45 in age. Alpha was the eldest of his peers, and Omega was the youngest. Normally, Alpha would've bullied the younger ghouls, but he somehow took a liking to Omega, eventually forming a close bond with him. They remain childhood friends to this day

✧ I like to think he and Terzo started dating during Secondo's era. They'd always been close, though that was when Omega realized his feelings for Terzo weren't entirely platonic.

The two kept their relationship a secret for a good while, afraid of how the clergy would react. When it was revealed, was anyone surprised? Not at all. It was assumed they were dating even before they formed a romantic relationship. Let's just say Terzo can't keep his mouth shut. He's always yapping about Omega and how pretty he is

✧ Expanding on Omega's interest in poetry: Terzo is basically his muse! He has written many, many poems expressing his feelings for his beloved. Terzo has had the pleasure of reading them, although they were given to him anonymously. Half of him deems it as fanmail, while the other half suspects Omega is responsible. It's a sweet gesture nonetheless.

#namelessghoul #ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #terzomega #terzo x omega #omegaiii #omega ghoul #omega ghost #nameless ghoul headcanons

[arianjpeg]

I wrote down the things Martyn said about his lore during the stream (mostly about the poems), here's what I could put together in short time:

Episode 04:

Every grain that passes come to rest - Time passing

A pilar built another test - Beginning of the watchers influence on betraying Scott. Also another layer of the Watchers putting Martyn above the other players because they have interest on him, he's fun to torment and while being very loyal, he's happy to switch on people if need be. During "another test" we hear the tone of the tune when the boogeyman is picked, but pitched down.

These fickle fields, unguided hand - Recognition that Ren wasn't on this season, so a switch on Martyn's comfort and familiarity.

Forever molding in the sands - The idea that all would wash up on the shore

The thrill to kill, the fleeting gill - Excitement of betraying someone and how fragile the alliance was.

All washed ashore to settle still - Same of "forever molding in the sands"

A single day and then it's gone - About their timers.

Episode 07:

Pause, unpause. We paralyze - Recognition of the AFK episode and Grian's role within the story, bringing a more joyous yet chaotic side, which is bad for the Watchers since they feed in negative emotions. Text is in upper case cause the Watchers are pissed at Grian.

A vacant stare. For wandering eyes - Watchers being able to paralyze Grian and make him a bystander on the game, trying their best to get rid of him. Forcing him to only watch.

Canary call, the first to fall - Jimmy's death (reference to the canary in coal mine story)

Forever caged in different walls - The nature of the loop of the games and how it's happening again and again, with him dying first

Echoes bring for brief exchange - The listeners are a temporary wrinkle

Disruptions by the ones estranged - The listeners managed to interrupt the games briefly to replace Pearl and Cleo. Lizzie was tapped in cause Pearl hasn't quite recovered from the events of Double Life and was really traumatized. Cleo had never made it so far before Double Life so it took a toll on her, she never witnessed this much destruction before. Cleo and Pearl don't know they got swapped.

Martyn said this about Joel recognizing Lizzie and I had to quote cause it broke me:

"It makes sense that Joel was the only one to recognize Lizzie for being soulmates and married in another life. Joel will always recognize Lizzie no matter what, no matter when"

Our gaze would bring untimely deaf - For a listener to not hear anymore it would be close to death, symbolically.

"None of the Evo players are Listeners. Only Grian has become a Watcher, but everyone else is a player"

Episode 08:

The vignette at the end of Martyn's episode is the Watchers getting more and more frustrated (they hate Scott for refusing to play along, Impulse being willing to die and ruining the negative emotions, annoyed at the Listeners for swapping bodies before). The ending was too civil and nice for their taste.

It's not the Watchers fully possessing Martyn, they're feeding negative emotions into him and making him angrier than he should be. The Watchers wanted a show.

A reminder that it can't always end civil, a reminder of why they're there.

Martyn wanted to add clips of voice lines of important moments of c!Martyn during the count down but there wasn't enough time for that

The main voice on each number of the count down:

10 - Jimmy

9 - Pearl

8- Grian

7- Impulse

6- Scott

5- Etho

(After that it doesn't really has a main one).

Poem

There are some who watch, we are those who listen - The Listeners speaking. c!Martyn isn't really responsive or aware of what's happening

Not yet free - The cycle will continue

Still you flee from a weighted decision - Recognition that they were trying to run away from the Watchers on Evo. Also about the betrayal on Scott.

Woven the fragments that make up a soul:

A fragment isn't a shard of the Vtuber lore. The fragments were losses on the life series, a large fragment is lost from his soul/body after experiencing a great amount of distress.

The one in his chest represents Double Life, the one on his hand is Limited Life and the one on his face is Third Life (on his cheek, representing a tear after Ren fell, Ren's death broke him and made c!Martyn more selfish). The one for Last Life is beneath his clothing, between his shoulder blades.

Because of his win, one of the Listeners "cures" the fragment on his hand. They're trying to free/liberate him, while the Watchers are trying to feed on him.

His character is in a constant state of falling at the end because it's the only fear humans are born with, so the Watchers can feed of something while waiting for the next game.

Evo is part of the timeline, while other SMP's (hermitcraft, empires) are almost like other planes. While they're on the subconscious state they can go to these other planes.

c!Martyn doesn't know about anything going on. He gets a glimpse of the truth on Last Life but he didn't comprehend it. c!Grian is aware

Watchers thoughts on some members:

The watchers have a slight grip with all the Evo members

They're slightly fond towards Skizz and Joel because they tend to be chaotic.

They hate Scott. So much.

They took Lizzie and Mumbo out of rotation because the Watchers thought they couldn't take another season on a row, they would be too broken.

That's what I could note down while watching the stream, hopefully it makes enough sense!

#inthelittlewood #limited life #watchers lore #trafficblr

[thelikesoffinn]

hello - hope you're doing great! I love your analysis, and I wanted to ask about something I've been thinking fanfic wise but also applicable to real life (I think).

So Astarion gets paired a lot with Tavs who also have tragic past experiences (hard to be at his level of tragedy, but some get close). Which is all well and good, cause I see how writing these characters and reading about them is cathartic to many, but I also see plot-wise, it makes it "easier" for him to connect with Tav in a way, kindred souls and all that.

My Tav's background is one of someone who either had a fairly good and regular life, and, if trauma occured, it's been healthily overcome. So at the beginning of the BG3 story she's actually at the end of her own initial "character" arc.

Now my issue is, can Astarion connect with someone who has no idea at all of what he went through? My idea is that's he'd infantilize her, or openly antagonise her (in his charming way) because she's got no right to understand (especially with how he thinks it's fine to be racist and hurt the weak in the first act).

And she'd be understanding and wanting to help and all, but how can people with no/little traumatic experiences connect with those who went through hell, even with the best intentions? It's a dynamic I'd like to explore, because I've seen it played in real life a few times.

Sorry for the poem!

Hello, flower! Thank you so much, I'm glad that you enjoyed the analysis ❤️

As for your question: Eh, I do see why that dynamic is a rather difficult one. People who've survived through a lot of traumata tend to be somewhat hesitant and guarded in front of those who had normal lives at the best of times, and we all know that Astarion rarely has a "best of times", especially early in the game.

Infantilising them is something I definitely see with him. He's the type to do that with anyone anyway, but especially so with those he considers "sheltered". And sheltered is likely something he inevitably will consider Tav, as that is often the case with those who experienced trauma.

Trauma tends to age and harden you, in a way, so oftentimes people who simply grew up normally, with normal ups and downs, are viewed as "sheltered" or "spoiled" by those who didn't, even if that wasn't necessarily the case. That label isn't used or assigned maliciously, and it's simply based on the fact that other people's "normal" seems like the very best to someone who had it worse.

I can also see a huge amount of antagonism, yes, but how it shows will depend on when your story is set.

Is it while he's still dependent on Tav? Then I think he'd try to refrain from being more antagonistic towards them than necessary, since he needs to stay on their good side. So, he'd likely stick with his base-line arseholeishness, if a bit more intense at times. You know, in a sense that you side eye him and wonder if he just actually insulted you or if he's still joking around.

But if he's not dependent on them? Oh boy. Yeah, very likely that he'd be extremely mean and Tav would definitely 100% know that he means everything he says, even when it's uttered with a smile. Think how he talks to the Gur hunter in act 1 because let's be honest…that was far from subtle.

Astarion as a whole doesn't take kindly to anyone prodding his weak spots, albeit he mellows a bit towards Tav over the course of the story, and if would be even worse with "sheltered" Tav. He would likely flip his shit really hard and become extremely cruel with them, staying on their good side be damned because how dare they prod where they have no business being?

It's something I've seen at work before, and let me tell you: It's never a pretty sight. Many people who experienced trauma usually don't want to hurt others - quite the contrary, a lot of them would rather sacrifice themselves before watching anyone else get hurt like they were - but that doesn't mean they're not good at it. Precisely because they're often so hypervigilant, they have a talent in picking out your weak spots and if you test them enough, oh boy. They'll hit them with such aim and grace, you'll find yourself reeling. And that's the super sweet and kind clients, not the Astarions.

Here it's important to mention that the things people say in those situations are rarely what they really believe. It's mostly is just a well aimed assassination of your soft spots to get you to back off and leave them be.

So "sheltered" Tav will have to be extremely careful regarding any sore spots if they don't want to be hit by the full force of protective-malice.

Does that mean Astarion and your Tav won't be able to bond? Aabsolutely not, but it will be a tad bit difficult because he'll likely take a lot longer to open up and their bond will have to be built entirely from scratch. The shared understanding of their trauma can’t function as a temporary foundation – temporary because a bond entirely based on [shared] trauma will eventually become instable, if not fortified by other things – so they’ll have to put in a lot of work to even get to having a solid foundation to build on.

I'll give you a bit of a general rundown on how I was taught to tackle clients like that, maybe any of that will be helpful for you!

So, firstly: "Sheltered" Tav will need to be careful and understanding and they'll have to be able to take a blow and live with it if they accidentally step to close too early.

Important to note: They'll have to be able to take a blow but they can't be too lenient either.

Astarion seems like a person who's attached to 'respect'. Not in the 'respect your elders' way, but in the sense that he treats those he respects a lot better than those he doesn't. It's the nobility’s definition of respect - some "deserve" it and some don't and who is who is entirely based on personal understanding - so it's very in line with his background.

So, while your Tav will need to be able to take a hit, they'll need to know when to call him out on his bullshit. If you let Astarion walk all over you, he will eventually lose all respect and then this is a lost cause. Don't let him push you around.

If he's being too cruel, don't be cruel back, but definitely call him out on it and let him know that he can always ask you to stop prodding but you will not stand around and let him insult you.

Be understanding, but don't be a doormat.

Then, in order to get someone to open up, you'll have to have a lot of patience. Don't demand anything, don't force anything. Every question you ask has to be careful and phrased in a way that won't corner them, which can be really difficult in casual conversation. So, mishaps can and will likely happen, which is great material for a story anyway, so that's great! (Not so great at work though, haha.)

In case of "sheltered" Tav, it's probably best if they wait for him to come to them. Listen when he rants, listen to the tiny things he mentions and if you ask questions, make sure they directly relate to what he's told you just then.

So, if he talks about Cazador essentially making him choose between eating putrid rats or getting beaten, a question like: "Did he do that a lot?" or "Was it always those two options?" could potentially be alright because the red string is easily visible for both parties. Astarion can tell why you would ask something like that and he can follow your line of thought easily.

But a question like: "What else did he do to you?" or "Did he do other things as well?" would probably have his defences going up. It's too broad, too unspecific, and how is that any of your business anyway? What is this, an interrogation? An interview so that you can ghost write his sad memoirs? Back off.

While a question like: "How exactly did those dinners go?" or "Beaten? How?" is too specific. You're practically asking him to relive a painful moment in great detail for your own "enjoyment". Why else would you want to know? Why else would you ask how exactly he'd been hurt and humiliated, if not for that? Maybe you were planning to do the same to him. He won't let you. The past is the past. Let. It. Rest.

So, as you can tell, it's basically playing question-hot-foot!

But even if your Tav should cross the lines in that regard every once in a while - it happens, every question is a gamble - it'll eventually be fine. The closer they get, the easier it will be to ask questions, because he'll realise that he can actually trust them.

The one word I would really really avoid - and I cannot stress this enough - is 'understand'. God never use it. Tav, omit it from your vocabulary, you'll never "understand" anything ever again!

"I understand what you went though was horrible, but/and/however…" - No, you really do not. You can't understand, can't even imagine what he's faced over the years so never pretend that you do.

"I won't pretend to understand what you went through, but I want to/you can trust me/I can still listen." - Always said with kindness, but that one really is nothing but an empty platitude, at best. Hearing someone say that they don't understand you so directly is never really encouraging either.

"I just want to understand you." - Great, but you don't need to know the barest parts of a person's soul to be able to understand them. If you can't do it without that, maybe you shouldn't. And, all in all, this phrasing of the last one feels really iffy anyway, personally speaking, because it has a very manipulative edge to it. 'Hey I'm just overstepping your boundaries because I want to know you and understand you better. It's all for you..." and blegh. I hate that one, but that might be totally personal so please feel entirely free to ignore this paragraph.

Anyway, as you can see…never "understand", even if it’s just meant to encourage him. Just don't. I've seen clients who asked to be transferred to a different social worker or ended up leaving completely because someone used one of those lines, so I'd really strongly advise against them.

Instead, opt for things like "I'll listen to whatever you want to say." or "Can you explain it to me?" because that way you're not lying to his face and you're leaving everything up to him. He gets to decide where this conversation goes and, more importantly, how far it goes. Not an interview, not an interrogation, but a conversation that he controls.

And well then, flower, that’s it! Of course, there’s a lot more to it, but we’d still be here by the time Baldur’s Gate 8 is released if I went over every tiny thing, but I hope this was enough of an overview to help you build your story 😊 If you end up sharing it, don’t be shy to let me know, I’d be excited to check it out because, as you said, it’s a really interesting dynamic that isn’t explored as much as it should be. It’s a difficult dynamic, but it is so rewarding to write, read and experience. I wish you all the best ♥

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate #bg3 tav #tav #astarion x tav #baldurs gate tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 asks #astarion x reader #ascended astarion

[landwriter]

PSA: The Death of Translation has been translated into Chinese! Go give it love, or read my rambling essay and then go give it love:

翻譯之死 by @thirrith

How do you translate a story where meaning hinges not only on the words themselves, but the meaning made by the reader's knowledge of their obscurity? Where misspellings aren't misspellings at all, but memories? Where sentiment is drawn from syntax differences? Well you start by being absolutely fucking brilliant!

I was so lucky to be able to hang around in the document while Eth worked on this. The level of creativity and diligence that has gone into this is mind-blowing. It is such a gift, and the process was incredible. It doesn't matter if you can't read Chinese - if you liked the fundamental premise of The Death of Translation, if you like language at all, you need to know how this was done:

Eth's translation is in Traditional Chinese characters with the addition of Classical Chinese and Cantonese to translate the Middle English. Classical Chinese - also known as Literary Chinese - isn't representative of how Chinese used to be spoken in the vernacular, which is why Eth chose it specifically for the written portions of Middle English...and those lines spoken by Dream, naturally.

Hob's Middle English lines are in Cantonese, which has the benefit of being older than and still at least a little intelligible to readers who only know Mandarin. Middle Chinese can't be used the way Middle English is used in the Sandman fandom (delightfully and gratuitously), because unlike the alphabetic characters of English, where words can be sounded out and phonetic spellings will exist in written record - a huge part of understanding how a language once sounded - logographic characters don't directly specify phonology. And even if they did, Middle Chinese spans from the 5th-12th centuries AD - making it contemporary of not Middle but Old English, and covered an area several orders larger than the parts of a small island where Middle English was spoken for about three hundred years - it's nowhere near as homogeneous(ish) or accessible(ish) as Middle English; Cantonese, despite being a different language, serves the same effect.

And then, the grocery list! This is where writing systems go ham. In English, it contains abbreviations, the medial s (ſ), archaic spellings/misspellings, and fancy old ampersands (one of the only logograms in the English writing system, I think, originally Latin's et and evolving over time into the shape of & - in Jane Austen's Persuasion you will find this aural history of 'et' instead of 'and', where &c is used to mean et cetera).

Eth used Cantonese, Simplified Chinese characters (a 20th century addition, faster to write, that Hob definitely would've embraced), variant character forms (which typically have a visual resemblance to each other), and 通假字, homophone characters that were conventionally used interchangeably with one another in Classical Chinese:

English and Chinese have such different writing systems and histories, and Eth has used all the compounding effects of that (upon things like phonology, modern-day intelligibility, writing system changes) to the absolute fullest effect and made choices that add invaluable implicit meaning to the story and characterization.

(As if that's not enough, the translation also features hot-linked footnotes that provide context for cultural references?! Literally everything a reader could ask for.)

And this is all super clever and fascinating if you're a big language fan like me, but the soft artichoke heart of my wonder can really be summed up best by this fact:

For many years I've loved the Jack Gilbert poem 'The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart', enough to put the first lines at the beginning of the fic:

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko we write, and the words Get it wrong.

And for just as many years, I assumed Michiko was a place name, or some classical reference to art or literature beyond my plebby ken - until I saw Eth's note in the translation document.

Michiko, in fact, was the name of his wife.

The whole thing is such a testament to translation: the true deliberate practice of it, not just figurative language imagining a fictional character and his long-lived idiolect. And Eth's translation has only underlined my conviction that there is, sometimes, I feel, deeper work of understanding done - greater art made - and lovelier agonies to be had - in carrying words across languages than there is in putting the words down in the first place, in a first language.

#the death of translation #TRANSLATED!!!! #it must be said i meant only to link the translation but the moment i began to describe what eth has done i absolutely could not stop #it's BRILLIANT #the sandman #dreamling #an essay #language i love thee so

[lavender-at-heart]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬:

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Pairing: Elvis(or Austin!elvis) x reader

Warnings: kids? Idk💀

Notes: this is technically the second part to this fic, but you rlly don't have to read it first. Requests are open, feedback is welcome and thank you for reading!<3

- Cc💞

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When Elvis gets out of the Army he can barley contain his excitement to see you.

While in Germany, when he had time off he'd go to every jewelry store he could find. Searching for a perfect engagement ring for you.

Elvis is a picky man and never settles for anything less than perfect, especially when shopping for you

Eventually he finds one, just a month before returning home. It's big and shiny just the way he likes but delicate in a way that suits you.

When elvis comes home he can barley keep himself from running into your arms and eloping on the spot.

You wait on the porch of Graceland while he greets his father

your hair freshly teased in the newest style; a contrast from the short curls of two years ago. With your best dress and the biggest smile, you can barley contain yourself.

After your kiss filled reunion you, elvis and your close friends and family have a small party to celebrate Elvis' wonderful return home.

Life seems to go back to normal- or as normal as It could be.

Elvis had wanted to settle down with you and make his music but the colonel life had other plans.

Elvis made movies faster than you could stop and smell the beautiful flowers he gave you.

And even though some of them were admittedly cheap cash grabs, your sweetheart never put in anything less than his whole heart. He loved preforming and wanted to make you and his fans proud, no matter what.

It was fun to see your boyfriend so happy and in his zone. And getting to go to all those premieres were very exiting.

Meeting all sorts of Hollywood stars and musicians, it was unlike anything you'd ever done.

You did have to spend a lot of time apart especially as the colonel pushed him to make even more movies, but it made you appreciate the time you had with him.

Whether Elvis was with you or not he'd go the nine yards, claiming that he had to catch up on all the nice things he wanted to but could buy you back in the day.

Your first big gift from Elvis was the Christmas he came home, a small brown kitten that fit in the palm of your hand. You named it Love after Elvis' mama and she's been your best friend ever since.

When elvis isn't home he writes and sends gifts whenever he feels like it; which is pretty often.

Long notes and poems accompanied with a bouquet of flowers and a new necklace are the types of gifts you would typically receive.

He also sends dresses on dresses and a new pair of shoes every couple months

"I just want you to look extra special when I finally get to see you again hun." Elvis pleaded through the phone.

When he's at home he takes you out for amazing dinners and movie nights.

Sometimes the two of you prefer to stay home, lay in bed and watch your favorite movies or listen to your favorite music and slow dance by the fireplace.

On your 7th anniversary Elvis proposed to you.

he took you to the spot he used to eat picnic dinners underneath the stars with and got down on one knee.

"I-I know I promised to do this a long while back but I can't wait any longer. [Y/n], darling? Will you be my wife?"

You nearly scream yes, and pepper his face in a billion kisses.

You have to keep yourself from crying and let him put the pretty ring on your pretty little finger.

While the colonel thought your relationship would wreck Elvis' image, it did quite the opposite. You were painted as the royal couple of Hollywood, people swooned over you just as much as they did elvis.

Young girls looked to you for fashion inspiration and you soon began to pop up in beauty and life magazines.

And soon enough there was a royal wedding: June 1st 1965.

The newspapers went crazy and it was the most magical experience of your life.

You went dress shopping and found even managed to find your dream dress.

It took extra work to make sure that you and Elvis' wedding remained private but it was definitely worth it

Especially when Frank Sinatra offered his private jet so the two of you could get to your honeymoon spot hassle free.

Just a year after the both of you welcomed a new member into the family: Carolyn Gladys Presley.

Elvis was oh so scared to be a dad but boy did he make a good one.

He was so scared that he'd break the little baby or disappoint her, but he couldn't do that even if he tried.

He never let his work get in the way of taking care of his family, even if that meant getting on the colonels bad side.

Speaking of which you were sick and tired of that man being in you and elvis' life.

He pushed elvis into unhealthy habits and stopped elvis from doing what he loved, singing the music he loved.

While Elvis was off filming another cheap movie you and Jerry searched for a suitable replacement for the ugly pig they called a colonel.

You hired Steve Binger and Bones Howe to help Elvis with his comeback to music

And after a long long sit down you finally got through to Elvis and he "took care of business" and fired Tom Parker

Elvis felt bad but knew it was necessary to better his health and career.

The 69' comeback special was a surreal time, it was like Elvis became a new person.

He was overjoyed to be singing his music again. Everyone who knew him could see it on his face, his smile lighting up every room he walked into.

The summer of 1969 also welcomed Elvis Presley Jr. Into the family. He was a spitting image of his papa, sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He was almost a complete copy of Elvis but he had your nose and attitude.

Elvis loved taking you and his kids on horseback rides, teaching them to garden and never letting the spoils get to them.

always making sure they say please and thank you.

"Carrie whatya say to mama?"

"Thankyoo mama"

That isn't to say he doesn't spoil your children Because God knows he does. It's so hard for him to say no them, he just can't refuse them.

Summers are spent vacationing, swimming, and spending as much time together as possible.

Fall time is the best at Graceland, pumpkin patches, trick or treating, playing in the leaves.

Winter is Elvis' favorite, he loveeeess buying Christmas presents. Snow fights and bringing the kiddies to visit Santa. Elvis singing Christmas carols and decorating the house from head to toe.

Your family held a huge new years eve party and hoped that the upcoming 70s held as much blessings as the 60s had.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Character Profile - Scotland

Character Name: Scotland. The Kingdom of Scotland. Alba. Alasdair Kirkpatrick. Alexander Kirkland. Alexander Kirk. Alasdair Kirkwood. Alasdair Kirkland. Uncle Alasdair.

Age: 10-12 upon the Roman invasion of the 1st century. 18-20 by 1300. Late 30s, early 40s modern day..

Height: 6'0/182cm.

Physical Description: Tall and musclebound, Alasdair was a warrior and his body still shows it. Broad-shouldered and strong-jawed, the transition from fighter to the financial brain of the British empire matches a large man with surprising grace and dexterity. He carries himself equally well in a boardroom as on a battlefield. The most classically handsome of his brothers but the least agriculturally valuable, he was locked in a triangle with his youngest brother and Francis for centuries, riding on his good looks for much of it. He also contributed much to his brother's children and added enough, especially to Canada. He made the lad damn near a strawberry blonde. He's getting a bit softer in middle age but still easily caber tosses the entire family on a human's strength if permitted. He's got a bit of a grumpy look to him sometimes, but he's also extremely tender-hearted if brusque with those he shares affection with, and those people know what his body language conveys, if subtly.

Eye colour: Blue-green-grey. A bit muddled and changeful like the churning clouds and waters of the highlands.

Hair colour/style: Red-brown curls. The shade of brown you can't tell is red or brown even in bright light. He wears it just long enough to show off the curl too it and often with a matching beard. Arthur is the one more often at sea, but Alasdair often looks like the quintessential seacaptain.

Other distinguishing physical traits: The family brows. Has a smattering of old war wounds that especially act up when he and Arthur are arguing. He and Brighid are also the source of the family dimples but Alasdair has to be positively grinning for them to show.

Personal Appearance/Style: A lot of sweaters, boots and trousers. When he put down the broad sword and picked up the abacus, he became quite interested in finer things and figured if he was stuck in this union with Arthur and Rhys, he might as well get something out of it. He's generally found in quite dull greens, browns and countrymen clothes these days but was once very fond of French fashion. He only wears a kilt on special occasions. Instead of having his own clan tartan or even wearing the national one, he most often wears a woad-blue and white plaid he remembers his mother having a cloak of.

Verbal Style: He can switch between various Scottish accents fairly well, lowland and highland alike. It gets thicker when he's speaking to Arthur to piss him off and when he speaks French because it makes Francis practically swoon. His Latin isn't a good as Brighid's in the modern day, but he's still pretty good with it; he learned languages as needed, especially as the sciences grew through history. Whatever the language of education is, he'll be fluent quickly. An interest in chemistry brought him to modernize his German; he's always loved reading in French.

Level of Education: This is almost impossible to quantify. He was the first country in the world to make education mandatory in the 15th century. He was meant from birth to be a warrior and he was very good at it with there hardly being anyone mortal who could challenge him sword to sword by the time he was as tall as the sword itself, but he was always in his heart more of a druid and a scholar. He's gotten so many degrees and learned so much over his life span its a little insane. And barring Alfred, he was largely in charge of educating Arthur's children. He's an absolute powerhouse at the sciences and maths but loves a good poem too. Physics, chemistry and pharmacy are his specialties and an incredible knowledge of medicine is still building in his head. He's also, of the British isle siblings, the best with money. Arthur is no slouch either but its Alasdair's running of the family money that they scrambled themselves out of poverty several times over before ever having any real international power. Once that started up, he was the real brains behind the money-making.

Occupation: Diplomat, surgeon, financial something or another.

Past Occupations: Doctor, surgeon, cattle raider, financial planner, merchant, trader, fur trapper, teacher, writer, artist, professor, soldier, crofter, farmer, fisherman, sea captain, shipwright, engineer, weaver, banker, etc.

Skills, Abilities or Talents: He's got the brawn to match his brains and is an incredible hand-to-hand fighter. He's a mental math whizz and has memorized almost everything written in Gaelic in the last 100 years. He knows practically all the major scientific disciplines back to front and their experiments and research patterns. He's probably more resistant to cold than Rhys or Arthur. Like all of his siblings,

Admirable Personality Traits: Innovative, resourceful, blunt, nurturing in a crabby sort of way, friendly, reliable, bold and practical.

Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, impatient, grumpy, taciturn, reserved, slightly superstitious despite his incredible knowledge.

Sense of Humor: Dark, dry, direct, observational, sardonic, pawky.

Physical/Mental illness or affliction: He's probably the least mentally fucked of all his siblings, but that's not saying much. His liver is about as virgin as a dockside brothel. He's got a lot of old war wounds, but only a few bother him, and even then, he's not one to wallow.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, engineering, hunting, hiking, caber toss, golf, building ill-advised machines with Alfred in the garage.

Favourite Foods: If its fried, he'll fucking love it. He might be the only person on earth who likes Alfred's food as much as Alfred's. He loves Cullen skink, cured meats and cheeses, kedgeree, cranachan, scotch pie or any meat pie, and he'll still pile on rowan jelly on porridge for breakfast. Whisky, of course.

Most important personal item: The torc and penannular brooch his mother gave him is in the national museum, and he has a kilt pin with a chunk of diamond Francis gave him in the 13th century.

Person/friend close to character: He's somehow close to his brothers, all things considered, but he's also on the best terms with Brighid, and they tend to talk more than Brighid does with the other two. He's very close to Arthur if only because they figured out they could control a lot more power and money if they worked together. An uneasy but extremely effective relationship there. And because the Americans will reblog and add a paragraph about how special Scotland is to America if I spent more than five words on Canada, Alasdair played an outsize role in raising Matt. but yes, he's very close to Alfred, who is fascinated with all things Scottish and has the same kind of brain Alasdair does. The Appalachian mountains used to have the same range as the highlands, and the way it was peopled rather shows it.

Brief family history: He was the second child and first son of Brigantia/Brittania in the pre-roman period. He's about 200-300 years younger than Brighid and maybe 400-500 years older than Rhys and Arthur. His relationship with his siblings is complicated but generally more positive than Brighid's. His brother's children are important in his life.

Most painful experiences in the character’s past: Probably the Jacobite uprisings and the rough wooing, and god, they're 2,000 years old. There's so much shit here. The civil wars? Elizabeth I hacking Mary Stuart's head off??? He's seen famine, plague, two world wars, and god knows what else.

Their Song: Julie Fowlis - Dh’èirich Mi Moch Madainn Cheòthar

#Character Sheets || bodies and flesh of borders and fences #Alasdair || my heart's in the highlands #hws scotland #If anyone wants to give me feedback about anything that feels wrong about the brit bros I would very #very much like to hear it #these fuckers are HARD #so much fricken history

[theodore-writes]

a love letter to those who made me.

i was made to love.

i love the girls who shaped me as a person. the girls who built me a home, a safe place to be myself. the girls who love me at my lowest, and love me at my best.

i love the boys who invited me into their world. the boys who made me feel like one of them when i didn't know what that felt like yet. the boys who showed me how to be a boy.

i love the people who helped me find myself. the people who led me to my community and identity as a nonbinary person. the people who fight to make the world a better and safer place for people like me to live as we are.

i was made to love. i was made to be a person that can love other people just for being that: a person.

for anyone else who isn't quite sure what they were made for,

we were made to love.

[the barbie movie made me feel a lot of feelings. this poem is a love letter, created by those feelings. if you relate a little too much to what was i made for? by billie eilish, i'm right there with you. and we were made to love.]

#writebrl #writing #writerscommunity #writers and poets #poem #poetry #poetscommunity #what was i made for #barbie #barbie movie #lgbtqia #queer #queer writers #transmasc #nonbinary #nonbinary writer #aroace #this is the first piece i've written in forever pls be nice

[igotsnothing]

Morgyn Ember, Sage of Untamed Magic

"'Too much.' That's how I am often described. Since I was small, there have always been those who complain that I am 'too much, too intense, too dramatic.' But that's just it, isn't it? I believe in making every moment count. I am all in. All the time. That's the only way I know how to be. I like to feel intensely, live intensely. I love beautiful things, interesting people. My senses need to be stimulated--otherwise, what's the point of having them?

"Untamed magic is very much elemental magic. My branch of magic engages with powerful demiurgical forces--those primeval forces that forged the cosmos. Simeon jokes that I like to play with fire. I do! Quite literally! But he gets me. He and I work magic that is connected to nature. Mine is cataclysmic: clashing tectonic plates that create soaring mountain ranges, bubbling lava that simultaneously scorches the earth while nourishing it with life-giving minerals. I can even manipulate the miraculous spark that ignites life. L. and I were talking once about which Greek deities we thought each other resembled--she's very much into myth, folklore, archetypes and all that stuff. She told me I reminded her of Hermes. At first I didn't agree with her. She's the trickster, as is he. But she reminded me that Hermes is also the messenger between realms...and I am definitely that. I move between realities and planes. I reconcile extremes while not belonging to any. In fact, I abhor labels. Like Hermes, I do not conform and do not limit myself, including in regards to constructs of gender and sexuality. Here's my little riff on Descartes: I am; therefore, I love.

"My directive is freedom. Freedom from anything that threatens to diminish you. I impart to my students that they must learn who they are so they can claim themselves. That's the best kind of control. To control your own narrative, to have agency and choice. It's liberating to reject antiquated norms, prejudices, judgment: all things that diminish our light and our power. I think too many folks are afraid of that. It is easier to model what is familiar. So that is why I need to be "too much". That's why I need to be confounding and inscrutable in some ways. I am a reminder that you can be larger than the "space" society allots you. I like to read and a poet I enjoy is Walt Whitman. He wrote a poem called "Song of Myself" and it contains the following lines that just floored me when I read them, because I identified with them so much: 'Do I contradict myself?/Very well then I contradict myself;/(I am large, I contain multitudes.)' Beautiful, right? We all contain multitudes. And we have the right, the freedom to explore that, to add to ourselves, to renew, restore, and rescue ourselves-- and each other. Because within us are infinite possibilities. Know who else is cool? Carl Sagan. He said that we are all made of star stuff. And he's right. We're all superstars; so, shine on and shine brightly!" -Morgyn Ember, Sage of Untamed Magic

#the sims 4 #sims 4 realm of magic #sims 4 edit #sims 4 sages #morgyn ember #they rock

[cmbdragon98]

Please tell us more about how your wife tricked you into dating her

So, setup, details all under cut, cuz it's a bit lengthy. Fun story though!

Tumblr circa 2015. Junior year of high school. I've convinced myself that dating is NOT for me, and that I should just wait until college to fuck around and find out. Just gone through a nasty little emotional breakup where in the near future, I'll wish that thar 2nd ever relationship was simply, entirely expunged from my life.

Paige, known as benedict-cutiebatch here, makes a post about being bored and wanting asks sent her way. Send your best pickup line. This was back when people sent eachother asks willy-nilly. I think, "Oh, sure, I've seen this person around, she seems alright. I'll send something funny and stupid, maybe make her laugh."

Send the "hot leg, hot hot leg" poem thing. She is so amused by it, she asks for my hand in marriage. Yaddayaddayadda, back and forth of just playing around pretend times. I have a lot of lighthearted fun. Cue the interaction ending, and us doing our separate things again. A week or so passes, and I've been specifically checking her blog. I don't do that with anybody else. This is a new habit I've picked up, because I loved the silly fake marriage tee hee haha joke.

Send an ask saying as such. She expresses similar sorta thing on her end. And we start talking again. Talking waaaayyy mooorree.

We talk fully through the night. No sleep. We talk fully through that next day. Eventually we exchange Skypes, because that's what everyone did in 2015. Flirting through the roof. Terribly blatant. Oml. But we're not dating, we're just. Completely all up in eachother. And I'm perfectly convinced that this girl probably just wants to enjoy the fun of somebody being bluntly into her, but not actually follow through further then that, and we'd just remain terribly forward friends with eachother, and that's how life goes sometimes.

Until I recieve an anon ask, that basically asks if me and her are dating and how c u t e we both seem to be, and I Assume that this is an unrelated third party, because, again. It was just waaay more common to recieve asks like that, back when I was a teenager. I respond to it all...

"L o l, naaahh.... b u t... It's not a Bad Idea.... 👀"

Anon sends another ask all... You should! You should try asking!

I think nothing of it, I take it as quite genuine advice that I do frankly agree with. And so. That's what my ass did. Asked Paige out in the most goofy, awkward way, after sending her screenshots of the anons, all "Haha, omgg, isn't this just sOoOoOo CrazyYyYy?? How Silly, hahaha.......... Unless.....?"

Fast forward like 2 years later into us being together, she's visiting me while I'm at college, we've Been seeing eachother, we've been having fun! So much fun!

She's sat on my lap while we're waiting on a ride back to my home, outside at a table and chairs; my ass fucking commuted. It's winter, and terribly cold in NY. I'm holding her close, and she starts saying something like... "Hey, you wanna hear something kinda fucked up...?"

I'm intrigued, of course, I'm like. Shoot, okay! I'm all ears.

Tells me that She was the one who sent those anons, and that she had a feeling I wouldn't Just Ask without being prompted. She, as she put it herself, lied to and tricked me. And she's clearly all broken up over it a bit, because she's sounding so hesitant as she tells me it.

I just sigh, hug her tighter, and I'm honest. Recalling best I can, I think it was something along the lines of...

"Thank goodness you did that, because you were totally right. I was too nervous otherwise, to just do that myself. And I would've kept on thinking you only wanted somebody to flirt with. I liked you too much. I didn't want to accidentally ruin anything between us."

Poor thing starts crying. So I just keep holding her, and telling her I love her, and that I'm r e a l l y not upset, after she says she was so worried that I would be, that I'd hate her, or think our relationship was built on a lie. I just see it as a perfectly reasonable thing to do, when someone too stuck in not doing the wrong thing, is too afraid to just ask for what she wants.

So yeah, basically, I got led into a relationship with a carrot and then a box slammed down around me, and I was completely chill with it the entire time. I truly was just having a blast.

#liveblogging #ask #timetodiverge #wifey #lmaooo i love retelling this story even though im certain my forgetful ass has probably left out a detail here or there #it's fiiiineee

[winryrockbellwannabe]

hi AJ ☺️ 11, 12, 14 for the country isn't the US asks! 💚

Zestyyy hii!!💗💗 hru?? Tysm for the ask <33

11. favourite native writer/poet?

answered here, i love how all of you are trying to put me to shame about how i should read more nacional books lol

(Also, like I said in Laar's post, i forgot Gil Vicente, I actually really liked his plays that I had to study in school, they were super funny)

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

like my beloved RF Kuang said, translation is an act of betrayal, so obviously many, many things get lost in the translation.

However, I, shamefully, must admit that i started to like some pt poetry bc of the english translations, bc i read it in an "older" portugueset', while the eng translation sounds more recent and therefore is easier to read.

Most of my favorite poems were never officially translated to english, which is a shame, (i could only find "fan" translations - but those weren't that bad) altho i guess it means that at least they were never victims of bad translations lol

One of the things that would scare me a lot in translation is the references to portugal's history. Our best poetry era was unfortunately before The Carnation Revolution so they refer to it a lot, and I'd be scared if those references were lost in translation

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

no. 😭😭

it's actually quite awful. The soap opera's are terrible (i don't like soap operas in general - maybe bc my mom dind't let me watch those when i was younger) and most of portugal's tv is just soap operas and trashy reality tv, i won't even get started on that one lol.

The cinema, I must admit that i almost never watch it, just the ones on tv, AND THOSE ARE ALWAYS RELIGIOUS MOVIES. i hate them. Im sorry, i really can't.

So unfortunately all this make me kinda hate portuguese tv and cinema, but i should definitely try to find some that i enjoy, bc im not being a little hater on purpose lmao

sorry for the huge answer, tysm for the ask <333

#beloved moots #asks #ask games