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saytrrose · 4 months

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Someone reblogged your Kinger and Queenie comic and I saw your reblog on curious anons, so here I am.

Anyways, dunno if ya have done this before but ya got headcanons on Kinger's relationships with everyone on TADC?

Like, besties with someone in specific, we get along even if he doesn't know we get along, that kind of stuff.

Ooh!! I really love this question eee

Kinger Headcanons! With.. EVERYONE! (Im including the abstracted characters, they are so so silly in my brain rn and i have a strong perception of them)

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Queenie:

- Queenie and him started out with a mutual.. dislike? Dislike from Queenies side, and general uncomfort from Kingers side.

- From the start their relationship was more so small bickering, mutual pining even, They both possess a sarcastic side to them, (I personally believe before Kinger went crazy that he used to be rather analytical and in control, a lot smarter yk.)

- They both were constantly compared for their likeness, which of course gave them a sense of need to.. prove themselves better? To stand out? Saw eachother as an obstacle until FINALLY they tried actually having a conversation.

- Their relationship dynamic is very much golden retriever x black cat.

- Once they actually were in a relationship, Queenie definitely keeps her sassy personality but she’s very soft spoken around Kinger.

- Kinger also changes, they act more differently around eachother than anyone else. Their general idea of “we are different” changes to “we are the only ones that truly understand one another”

- Oh they bickered SO MUCH it’s so silly, Queenie loves to tease, seem like she has a large ego but in private around just him she’s very very vulnerable and relies on him for comfort. She doesn’t feel like she needs to act a specific way around him or ever get really defensive.

- Kingers personality doesn’t change as much as Queenies does around people, however he does lean into feeling more vulnerable around her as well. He tries to seem calm and mostly friendly, but in private with just her he feels like he can actually rant and get emotional.

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Wriggle:

- Kinger and Wriggle have a very funny dynamic, as Wriggle is Queenies “best friend is the whole wide world” (quoted by Wriggle, not Queenie)

-They often like to wriggle in between Kinger and Queenie, (hahaha look at me I’m so funny I love puns please don’t unfollow me) they are bit clingy towards Queenie which Kinger doesn’t particularly mind in the slightest.

- Putting Queenie aside, those two I’d say are good friends too. Wriggle loves to ramble on and on to Kinger about things they enjoy or made or did- the list is endless and it’s usually Kinger when it comes to this because atleast Kinger looks like he’s paying attention, whereas Queenie has that.. blank stare.. (autism, your honor)

- Think of Wriggle as a wingman also, They know Queenie well, and things she wouldn’t tell Kinger? Thats Wriggles job. For example, Queenie talks about how it’d be cute to receive flowers but doesn’t want to outright ask for them, Wriggle goes to Kinger and keeps jabbing him in the side with their tail until his attention is gained, and tells him “you know what you should do!!” you get what happens fr

- The wingman job was specifically asked of by Kinger, to which Wriggle, being the snooty little “hmmm idk if I like you enough” worm they are.. obviously decides not to share Queenies private words. (I’m still deciding if Kinger persuaded Wriggle into the idea that it’d make Queenie happier in the long run or if he just dropped to his knees like PLEASEPLEASEOLEAZEPLEASE-)

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Slinky:

- Slinky and Kinger have a good relationship, they aren’t really friends that hang out on their own time, but if they are ever in a group then they’d interact.

- Slinky loves to knit and crochet, and she made a task to knit everyone a tiny plush to have. She gave Kinger a tiny stag beetle plush, and he adores it so much, it’s right on his bed. ☠️ (perhaps I could make another post listing all the plushies Slinky made for everyone but idkkk only if it’s inquired about)

- They are the two shyest? Of the whole group, not inherently shy but the most quiet unless spoken to and definitely most anxiety filled. They have an unspoken code of certain looks they give eachother that they can instantly understand.

- In Kingers full honesty, if he was given the chance to choose a person to be in his team for an adventure and Queenie was taken, he’d choose Slinky. She’s just a very patient individual and he thinks he goes well with someone like that.

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Kaufmo:

- Their friendship is like trying to combine oil and water.. they don’t mix easily… They have respect for one another, an extent of it and Kinger probably has more than Kaufmo but they have very different conflicting personalities.

- Kaufmo is prickly and pessimistic most of the time, however I do want to think around Kinger he hold back a little. These two ended up being the last of the old cast, they’ve been through alot together…

- Kaufmo hates lovey dovey stuff, god forbid Kinger even rests a hand on Queenies side or something- he WILL point it out like a toddler grossed out by seeing their parents kiss.

- I think after Queenie abstracts it really changes. I want to assume that is when Kinger finally fully lost every marble he was hanging onto and Kaufmo.. well he realized how much he really missed those two together.

- Post Queenie, I think their relationship evolves from annoyance to much more understanding, not knowing eachother too personally as one would hope, given their circumstances but they would still go out of their way for a quick “are you okay?”

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Peepo:

- Peepo is a super sweet guy, and I’d say he was a good acquaintance of Kingers just for the fact there wasn’t too many guys and they were both very friendly.

- Peepo was the first to arrive of this old group, so he was much like in Kingers place with the current crew. However he’s not crazy because this is likely to beginning of when people started to get trapped in the game still, and not too much time had even passed. Aka, more people were entering than abstracting most definitely.

- Anyway, to touch up on the above one, because of this he has a sort of natural leadership over everyone, people seem to seek him out on information about the world just because he’s been there the longest. This includes Kinger! To Peepo, if he needed a right hand man he actually really relied on Kinger.

- There’s a small place by the digital lake that no one knows about except Peepo. When the sun starts to set he almost always likes to just.. go outside the tent and walk to it, and the only person he ended up showing was Kinger. It became sort of a spot for just them to talk, which is likely what made them closer. Kinger later would use this exact spot to ask Queenie out…Jumping to canon, the only person who knows of the spot now is Kinger, and he often goes there to seclude himself.

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Moppsy:

- Even though I put her here, I can’t really come up with anything! I use Moppsy as the first abstraction Kinger would witness, and likely didn’t really know her or have a relationship with her. Putting her here to include this though!

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Pomni:

- Woo!! Og cast now!! I think Pomni and Kinger will get along well given time. While Kinger is certainly.. eclectic in his personality at this point in his stay in the circus, I think Pomni would be comfortable talking to him about things more than Jax or Zooble, who knows! Just based on what I know from the pilot.

- Kinger used to invite anyone and everyone into the pillow forts he made, but once majority of the old cast abstracted I’d assume he stopped completely, instead using it as his own safe haven. However, Pomni is the first one that he very awkwardly asks if she would like to come inside, which leads to him feeling more inclined and comfortable to invite the others.

- Kinger notices and thinks Pomni is very different than the others, anyone he’s known so far infact and he probably outright tells her this because he lacks the ability to really filter his thoughts anymore. She doesn’t quite understand the nonsense he babbles out about it, but in the series if Pomni finds the exit or changes the circus for the better or WHATEVER goes on as she’s the protagonist, I’m just gonna say Kinger had a gut feeling from the start.

- Pomni seems to care the most when Kinger wants to show someone a bug, and that can be left up to the interpretation that the others just got tired of him doing it all the time and Pomnis not used to it yet, or she genuinely just tries to nod along and it makes him very happy to get a response.

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Ragatha:

- I think during the whole old cast abstracting and being replaced, if we look at the lineup of how everyone entered, I think Ragatha was the only one to actually know Queenie. Atleast see in person for a while, perhaps.

- I think those two would have gotten along SOOO well but!! This is about Kinger,, and I think Kinger and Ragatha also get along very well. She reminds him of Slinky…

- They both know they don’t talk or vent about their own problems at all, atleast anymore for Kinger. They are both bad at keeping it bottled up inside and while they both understand this about eachother, they don’t pry.

- If anything they have tea together often, and only they know alot about tea and really really enjoy it so it’s like their own bonding thing in a way.

- Ragatha came out to him first as a lesbian for some interesting strange reason, though if we follow my beloved trans Queenie hc I like to apply to things sometimes then she likely did it because she knows Kinger isn’t judgmental on lgbt topics.

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Zooble:

- I enjoy thinking of Zooble as an angsty teenage child compared to Kingers senile old dad energy

- I think in Kingers eyes they seem to get along a little bit but he’s just a tad intimidated. In Zoobles eyes they wouldn’t let anyone know how much they really like Kinger, afterall he’s nothing but sweet when being spoken with. It’s a nice break from.. Jax or Caine, even the others who are very emotional. Yes they can be kind too, but it’s like you don’t have to try with Kinger because he’s so finicky that he doesn’t remember every detail of your interaction to judge you on it anymore.

- I like to think whenever Kinger needs help with something Zooble lets out a dramatic sigh and goes to help him (no one asked them to and anyone else could’ve volunteered but okay Zoob we know you just genuinely like his company)

- Zooble gave him a weighted blanket as a gift to include in his pillow forts once and he had a panic attack while under it once because he couldn’t move (he loves it so so much I promise)

- Again hhh Dad Daughter vibe I really enjoy it I think Queenie would’ve adored Zooble like a mother too plsplsplsolsolsols

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Jax:

- Jax would call Kinger a boomer a lot and it stresses Kinger out so much because he doesn’t know what it means and when he asked Zooble to explain it to him they convinced him it was slur and so Kinger got Caine to censor the word boomer

- Kinger is like genuinely terrified of Jax and how much of a menace he is, he’s never known anyone that acts like this mf its insane

- Kinger does infact has some pet bugs in a large terrarium in his room and because Jax has keys to everyone’s rooms he with steal Kingers bugs (an example, the centipede he put in Ragathas room? Probably Kingers..)

- Kinger honestly tries his best to avoid Jax hhshs

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Gangle:

- Kinger is probably the closest to Gangle of everyone in the current cast.

- Gangle likes to draw and write and ramble and everything to Kinger, even when she has her tragedy mask on, he seems to cheer her up a little just by hanging out near her. Kinger really enjoys it.

- When Gangle does have her happy mask on, it irks something inside Kinger. She really reminds him of Wriggle. And he was much closer to Wriggle than Slinky so.. it bothers him a bit unlike Ragatha being similar to Slinky in few ways.

- She introduced him to anime and while she has a giant ass list of ones she enjoys he’s.. just quite fixated on ghibli movies… he finds them neat.

- They are.. autism buddies.. More so it’s well aware with everyone that Kinger is diagnosed with Autism but Gangle isn’t diagnosed, and Kinger is the only one staring HARD like “hhh ik what you are” fr fr anyway because I hc them both as autistic that’s another reason they tend to group together and get along more.

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tinyozlion · 9 months

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“True Friends” - Understanding Mr. Treize and the Contradictions of OZ

“Treize himself has a tremendous disdain for any tactic that allows for excess casualties. Ignoble behavior on the battlefield sullies any victory, and civilian death makes a mockery of what a True Soldier fights and dies for. For Treize, there is nothing more hateful than removing the human component from battle, or the cowardly avoidance of responsibility for human death.”

Gosh! What a great quote! I wonder who said that? Oh right, that was me! I did. I wrote that in the entry about “True Soldiers: Aesthetics, Honor, and Chivalry”.

Let’s examine that a little more, shall we?

“His Excellency doesn’t want battles that involve civilians.”

Everyone who knows Treize best, his “True Friends”, who grew up with him, who were trained by him, who understand him, all seem to agree: His Excellency wouldn’t stand for needless casualties. OZ may be ruthlessly pragmatic and underhanded, but that couldn’t be Treize’s fault– no, it’s always Lady Une! It’s his fanatically devoted colonel who always chooses the path of greatest violence, heedless of any collateral damage– she’s the one to blame! Treize would never give an order that risked civilian lives.

…Right?

Surely he would stop her, admonish her, make her face serious consequences for the atrocities she was willing to commit. He’d leave no room for doubt that she had failed him and disappointed him.

...Right?

Yeah, that’s right, a firm slap on the wrist oughta do it. Tell her to try a little harder next time to understand the value of human life. Just do better! It’s alright to use mobile suits to attack a school, but we’re going to put a stop to it because I’ve changed my mind about killing a teenage girl, as a personal favor to a friend.

–Friends of His Excellency would certainly like to believe that he would never knowingly sacrifice civilians, but he sure doesn’t seem to mind benefiting from someone else doing it for him.

How well do Treize’s friends really understand him, when they seem unaware of how wide a margin of error he finds acceptable in pursuing his ideals?

Well, ideals are fine and all, but war is war, and some amount of pragmatism is necessary to stay on top. Treize isn’t the one calling all the shots (yet), and the organization he reports to expects results. You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet, right? That’s why it pays to have a Chief Omelet Maker working for you, so she can break all the eggs, and murder school children, and threaten nuclear assault, and you can come away still smelling like roses.

…But what sort of effect does that have on her?

It’s better for a ruler to be feared than loved; being hated is the perfect motivation to stay strong; fighting will never disappear from the world, so the strong should rule it for the sake of damage control; God was too lenient when he gave mankind the free will to rebel; people find comfort in being controlled by the powerful.

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals.

So Lady Une devotes herself to fulfilling those ideals unflinchingly, no matter how much blood ends up on her hands. Better her hands than His. OZ has to be the strongest. OZ has to win. OZ must be victorious at any cost. Damn the Colonies, damn the politician’s daughter who made herself a liability, damn the wounded soldiers left behind at New Edwards Base– she’s going to make OZ so absolutely unfuckwithable that their enemies shit themselves at the mention of its name, and she’ll do it herself if no one else will. Because THAT is what His Excellency wants. She understands him.

...So why does he keep telling her– ever so gently, ever so gracefully, that she’s wrong? If making sure the strongest rule and the weak obey isn’t what pleases him, then what will?

Killing is simple– anyone is capable of killing anyone, so you mustn't abuse that capability. The Earth is fragile and infinitely beautiful. Human life is fragile and infinitely beautiful. One must always take responsibility for the fates of those who fight for you, and honor the sacrifice of those who die. Tragedy in war is inevitable.

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals.

So Lady Une devotes herself to fulfilling those ideals with grace and empathy, to bring an end to needless bloodshed. The world needs a strong, compassionate leader, who is capable of loving humanity and guiding them to a peaceful future, where loss and war are tragedies of the past. Order and peace can be maintained without sacrifice, by using technical advancements to replace soldiers on the battlefield and keep them out of harm’s way. That is what His Excellency wants. She understands him.

...So why does he tell her– so sadly, plaintively, that she is wrong? That he is not who she thinks he is, that the future she has so carefully laid out for him is a fantasy of her own making? Why does he plead with her to come back to him, as the person he once knew so fondly?

Civility and honorable conduct on the battlefield is worth more than victory. To fight for something one believes in with perfect clarity is the purest endeavor of mankind. The tragedy of loss is what gives a battle meaning. Honoring the sacrifice of those who have died for your cause means being willing to die for it yourself. To fight, to lose, to die for a noble cause is to move the hearts of all humanity, to touch immortality.

--These are some of Treize’s stated ideals.

And so she does– she sacrifices herself to save the Gundam pilots and turn the tides in outer space, rejecting Romefeller, rejecting the Mobile Dolls. At last, she understands him.

…But didn’t she always?

Except perhaps in the case of using Mobile Dolls to replace soldiers (an idea that was easily manipulated by its inventors to fit into her worldview at the time), her understanding of Treize’s ideals wasn’t ever wrong, just fragmented. She focused on a single facet at a time, each time excluding the contradictions of the other sides– light bouncing off a solid plane without revealing the rest of the prism’s convoluted geometry.

She isn’t mistakenly interpreting him– HE is a mess, and she is representing him accurately, one dimension at a time.

What is more significant is that he finally understands this about her.

Treize is mortified to realize what sort of effect he has been having on someone he cares about, during a period where he is questioning the validity of his own beliefs and significance. He may mistakenly believe that he is responsible for having fragmented Lady Une’s personality– which is not how the condition she has operates– but he is not mistaken in taking responsibility for her distress, and the danger he has put her in.

Losing her, or believing that he has lost her, is devastating. Rather than moving him to action, it moves him to inaction; aware that he has come to represent ideals that are too easily manipulated by people who he fundamentally disagrees with, that the idea of him is too powerful to be used responsibly by the current rulers, he withdraws.

Treize cannot switch off the magnetic field of his charisma or its continuous pull on the soldiers who take inspiration from him, but he refuses to willingly lend himself to a cause that he finds irresponsible. In fact, he refuses to join any cause until one presents itself that he can have complete faith in– and complete control over.

The people whom Treize considers his True Friends are the ones who “understand” him– this includes his enemies, the ones who oppose him but nevertheless espouse values that he can respect. In fact, ANY strongly held ideal, even ones in opposition to him, and ANY display of courage, is more admirable in Treize’s estimation than lip service to his own ideals or those of his organization. The “fighting spirit” that is of paramount value in his worldview is not limited to combatants– he expresses immense respect for Relena Peacecraft, more so even than his respect for the Gundam pilots, who he comes to idolize. What matters is the strength of conviction. What matters is courage.

He respects and admires Lady Une, even when her errors in judgment have megaton consequences, because she is so singularly and ferociously dedicated to her goals. He tolerates the violence and inhumane actions of the Specials and OZ soldiers because they are fanatically ambitious and ready to die for their ideals. As long as the ultraviolence isn’t cowardly or self-serving, then Treize can and will overlook the body count– noble sacrifices, all. He’ll memorize their names later on today.

Treize’s ideals are flawed and contradictory. There is a tipping point in the series where he gains enough self-awareness to recognize this fact. This does not stop him from believing in his ideals– he can’t simply turn away completely from what he values and loves about humanity and its “fighting spirit”– but it does allow him to appreciate those who see his hypocrisy for what it is, and who despise him for it.

“You’re only capable of looking down on others; you’re only fighting to satisfy your ego. How many people have died because of you?”

The fact that Treize has memorized the names of all 99 thousand people who have died for him does not do anything to improve Wufei’s opinion. For Treize, that number is a sacred personal burden; to Wufei, it is evidence of offensive, monstrous egotism.

Wufei, of all the Gundam pilots, is best acquainted with how wide the margin of error is in Treize’s ideal of chivalry. Nataku herself, the namesake for Wufei’s gundam, fell neatly into that margin and died in it. Long before they met and dueled, Wufei knew of Treize as the OZ official jointly responsible for an attack on his Colony. While General Septem of the Alliance (then in control) would have murdered everyone on the Colony indiscriminately with biological weapons, Treize’s solution was more sporting: OZ sent in Mobile Suit troops to directly eliminate the rebel element, who were armed with nothing but a single decrepit prototype Leo and an unfinished Gundam with no ammo-- a much more chivalrous way of sterilizing a Colony, allowing the largely unarmed group of dissidents to die fighting rather than be killed with the push of a button.

Would the deaths of the Long Clan have been meaningful sacrifices in Treize’s eyes? Was exterminating civilians for the sake of convenience a noble cause to fight for?

One could argue that the existence of the then-in-development Gundam was enough of a threat to justify an attack, but at the time the idea of gundanium mobile suits was no more than a rumor. Could Treize, back on Earth, have reasonably predicted its invention?

Not if we are to believe his own words, which clearly indicate that the Gundam’s existence was unknown to him until reported after the attack.

For those who fall outside of his cult of personality it is easier to see past the charisma to the reality: no matter what his soldiers think of him, Treize is not a god. He is only a man, and no one person has the right to decree some deaths necessary to the future.

–And Treize, for his part, would agree. He is a single individual, whose ideals people put too much faith in without fully realizing the essence of what they mean. But the belief people place in him gives Treize a level of power that must be acknowledged and used responsibly, and to the best of his ability, he tries to use it for the good of Earth and humankind.

As a symbol, he is far more influential than he could ever be as a man, and his awareness of that fact leads him to choose the path of martyrdom, knowing that his very existence is a threat to peace. The only way he can neutralize his own power as a military icon is to join the sacrifices to the cause. And what more iconic way to do that than with a duel?

Treize may have resigned himself to being an anachronism and a dreamer, but if he is going to die for the sake of the future, he will at least go out according to his ideals: gracefully, nobly, at the hands of an enemy he respects.

For personal and aesthetic reasons, Milliardo is Treize’s hopeful first choice as a dueling partner, but Milliardo had his own role to play in their final performance, which prevented him from participating in a duel for their mutual actualization. So Wufei is the right choice; Wufei both understands him and has a justified reason to want him dead. Besides, it’s an elegant, symmetrical solution– the continuation of a duel that he predicted they would be destined to finish in mobile suits.

--And what effect does that have on Wufei? Perhaps expectedly, a fracturing one.

It shouldn’t be surprising that Treize’s ideals resonate so powerfully with someone who was raised in a warrior culture, especially someone who only knows how to express his beliefs and sense his self worth through combat.

Wufei, too, lives with contradictions that he cannot fully unify.

Treize Khushrenada cannot live in the world he wishes to see realized.

If he were to win the war against White Fang, the cycle of oppression and resentment would continue. Even if he were to immediately relinquish his power to Relena and demilitarize the Earth Sphere, the end result would lead to more conflict; his refusal to take control of the Colonies would be seen as capitulation, and a betrayal of those who fought for him against the threat of annihilation from space. Even the considerable power of his charisma would evaporate overnight if he were to appear to be turning his back on the soldiers whose fanatic loyalty had allowed the unified mobilization of Earth’s military forces under his banner. But, as a general leading from the front lines in a noble defense of Earth, dying gloriously in battle for the sake of peace lends all that charisma to the future he fought for.

--The message left to the surviving soldiers is not: “His Excellency led us into battle and then abandoned us when he won”, but instead: “this is the peace His Excellency died protecting.”

Indeed, after his death, Treize’s name IS used in an attempt to lend legitimacy to the argument that soldiers have been devalued in a time of peace, and that continuous war to determine the strongest victor to lead humanity is his true legacy. But it doesn’t stick– the would-be dictator who tries to use Treize’s name in service of his military takeover is killed by a nameless soldier, whose change of heart is motivated by the memory of what Treize actually died for.

--It is not a victor who moved the hearts of the people, but a glorious loser.

#Gundam Wing #Treize Khushrenada #Lady Une #Chang Wufei #Endless Waltz #gundam wingtionary #wing watcher's toolkit #tinyozlion pgw #parsing post

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dag-hammarskjold · 29 days

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I cannot believe it, I found the Hammarskjold movie

I really enjoyed it, it is about everything I would ask for

Thoughts under the read more, will include spoilers

I really like the direction, the dichotomy between Hammarskjold the Secretary-General and Dag the person. I see why some wanted more focus on the crisis itself, but I actually think the crisis is not that relevant to him, as the subject of the movie. And given the almost 2 hour run time already, I think it was the right decision.

I cannot talk about the dichotomy between Secretary-General and man without talking about Peter. I remember reading that the director added Peter as a stand-in for him, as a voice to which he said what he wanted to Dag. I definitely see that, but his sub-plot with Dag was so good it is barely noticeable. (And I respect the rpf self insert shipping 😂)

In the movie, Dag and Peter knew each other since University, but were estranged after Peter tried to kiss him on a camping trip. It’s almost like a romcom setup - the love interest reappears into the protagonist’s life in a time of turmoil and uncertainty, reigniting feelings the protagonist long repressed. In the past, Peter even gave him a gift - a statue of a unicorn - something Dag would later use in Markings to describe himself.

The conflict within Dag is so palpable. When Dag was told Peter had previously been found guilty of homosexuality in Sweden, the first thing he asked was if anyone else knew. When he rejected Peter for the second time, Greenback his pet monkey and sole companion died almost simultaneously… the parallel writes itself doesn’t it?

The Congo crisis itself was probably the weaker part of the movie, and I am fine with it. It quietly builds up in the background, and ends almost just as unsatisfyingly quiet. Because there is no fight at the climax, this is not a 3-arc narrative where everything is resolved, not even like the more well-known crises in the Cold War where everything ended generally better than it started, the crisis continued on for years, if not till modern day. Hammarskjold died, and the movie ends with him. I would suggest watching a different movie if you want to focus on the events of the crisis.

It somewhat reminds me of reading about the crisis in real life: you know what it is from the start, there is no gallant fight, you watch them walk away less hurt than the good people, you watch them win using all the dirty tricks, you know it doesn’t matter that the pilot who shot his plane down had tears in his eyes, you know how it ends.

Most other characters are relatively one-note, and I think it fits. Dag was a lonely, perhaps very repressed man. I think on some level he was afraid of being known so intimately, the way Peter did, and thus he keeps most people (that he didn’t know prior to being at the UN) at arm’s length.

The use of quotes from Markings were also well-chosen and well-timed. I could almost recite them by heart, and they fit very well into the plot. The movie does a really good job making you want to see Dag happy - in a cottage near his friends, back home in Sweden, no stressful job, and perhaps love. When Peter sent him a letter telling Dag that he had a right to be happy too, and Dag replied that Peter would be welcome when his term ended, it hurts ever more knowing it was too late.

I previously said this movie was my Oppenheimer, but that isn’t entirely accurate now, I suppose. Oppenheimer was a deeply polarising individual - the father of the atomic bomb - the movie must balance between his point of view and addressing the reality/horrors of him and his creation.

But Hammarskjold does not have this baggage - he is still by a wide margin considered the best Secretary-General of the UN, remembered universally positively. For once, Hammarskjold didn’t have to be the image of an impossibly perfect Secretary-General, he can be Dag. And I think he has more than earned it.

If this movie is all that the world will ever learn about Dag Hammarskjold, I would be satisfied. I would rank this a 10/10, but I am very easily satisfied by movies.

(If I got anything wrong, it’s probably because the version I watched had a dub in a language I do not speak, and subtitles that were not in sync with the movie)

#dag hammarskjold #united nations #hammarskjold (2023)#hammarskjold fight for peace #congo crisis

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universetalkz · 10 months

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Hello, my divine friend. Often growing up, and to the dismay of myself, my older sister and mother would bond over past lives and being 'old souls.' I recall vividly interrupting a conversation they were having about this, when I would rush in and try to get attention, and perhaps with a sneer deeper than was true and I imagined to he sharper, would call me someone 'new' or at least a 'new soul.' I have felt.lodt practically ever since, despite many steps forward. I only remember being hurt by it and now I fear trying new things or, revealing my true 'new' self. Do you perhaps have any advice for a 'new' soul? Or a rather, at least a lonely one, that didn't feel like she could look to the 'old' souls for guidance, as they were too busy judging her? All I have wanted is to feel like I've taken the right step forward and to be 'seen' by them. Thank you immensely for even taking the time to read this from me. With everything I have in me that means anything, namaste <3

Hello, my friend! What leads you to believe that their evaluation is correct, that you are what they claim to be a "new soul"? How does one distinguish if an individual is an old soul or a new soul? I would take this evaluation of theirs with a grain of salt. It seems as if they sense your insecurity, and sometimes when people notice insecurity in you, they prey on you for it. I want to say that I apologize that you are experiencing this and that you are feeling this way. Sometimes in this life, we get bombarded with the opinions and thoughts of others. You could be doing one million things right (although what is "right" here may be completely subjective) and there will still be people that oppose you or think you could be doing better. My point here is that, it may be easy to get discouraged by the judgement of others especially if it's your family, but you have to let their judgements roll off of your shoulders. It's not that their opinions aren't important, just that your own opinion of yourself should weigh much much more. The journey of self-love is the most important one. I think a great place to start is changing the way in which you speak to yourself in your own mind. Do you participate in a lot of negative self-talk? Are you your own worst enemy? If yes, this needs to change. The goal here is not to be "seen" by people who are judging you-- this will ALWAYS be out of your control. The control that YOU have here, is your reaction to them. You cannot make anyone think or act a certain way-- even if it really hurts, even if they are in the wrong, even if you shower them with love, and seek their approval. If you cannot change something, you always have the power to change your mindset in regards to it. There are a lot of things in life out of our control; many things out of our control are the driving forces for anxiety and depression. For example, being anxious about something that happened in the past will keep you stuck not only because it's interrupting your present moment, but because it is out of our control to change anything from the past. Changing the way your mom and sister are and how they act towards you just will not be a successful attempt...However, we teach people how to treat us by standing our ground and showing people the way we would like to be treated. All of your power is within you; you hold the key. You do not need their approval, they do not even need to like you. I know it may hurt to not receive their approval, but your opinion of yourself is far more important. I have gathered some quotes that you may find helpful in this type of situation. I apologize if my words are not of assistance; I hope I could have helped in any way. Feel free to ask me more questions; I will do my absolute best to answer authentically. Good luck on your self-love and self-discovery journey. Not everyone in this world will agree with you, and I assure you--that is more than okay...

"When you are evolving to your higher self, the road seems lonely."

"It's so freeing once you stop trying to convince people to see things from your point of view. Leave people to their perceptions. It is their choice whether they want to understand you or not."

"Everything changes when you begin to love yourself. You no longer send out energy of desperation or need to be filled from the outside. You become a powerful source within yourself that attracts better. The more you love who you are, the less you seek validation and approval."

"Do not feel the need to explain yourself. Nobody has to understand you."

“Do not take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.”

"If you do not spend time getting to know yourself, you will end up absorbing everyone else's random and conflicting ideas about you. Knowing who you are on a very deep and intimate level is the best way to protect yourself from internalizing disempowering opinions from others."

“It is not for you to SAY who I am. It is for me to BE who I am.”

“I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine.”

It is a natural human tendency to number one, desire, and number two, to desire to be approved by others. Sometimes we lose our inner voice because we get caught up in who others think we should be. What do YOU think about yourself? Who are YOU? I remember one of my earliest revelations on my spiritual journey was evaluating which of my thoughts were my own, and which of my thoughts were just blindly accepted as my own. What do I like, instead of what people told me to like?

Pardon my language-- remember WHO THE F*** YOU ARE! Saying that personally gives me a small moment of laughter, but it also redirects me-- no one on this PLANET knows YOU better than YOU! Even your family. This does not mean that you have to cut them off or anything, but sometimes, you have to love people from a distance for the sake of your own sanity and to silence the opinions of others so that you can distinguish what is really you. This life isn't about "finding yourself" it is about "creating yourself." Become the person that you want to be. You see the way they have made you feel? Be the person that isn't like that. Be better. Rise above those that have hurt you, and recognize that you are not superior to them, you just hold no space for negativity or low vibrational emotions in your soul any longer. Forgive. You will set yourself free-- not the one you harbor negative emotion toward. PEACE & LOVE TO YOU!!! I have an exceptionally large amount of gratitude to any individual that took the time to read this. Did I help you in anyway?

Love,

Universe Talks <3

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constellation-sys · 4 months

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bsd ramblings (seasons 1, 2, and dead apple)

i would commit double suicide with dazai

why does everyone have a gyatt

kunikida x dazai??????

WHY ARE THE SIBLINGS SO WEIRDDDD

ranpo’s my scrungo

atsushi has trauma and is a furry

kunikida and endeavor sound really similar

dazai <33333

what the actual fuck is wrong with the doctor

oh hey ginger

oh those bitches are homosexual

the way they fight is so homoerotic

“go to hell! i was being saracastic!” — chuuya to his boyfriend

dazai x chuuya

atsushi x akutagawa

WHY IS EVERY SINGLE GUY IN BSD SO HOT

the animation has no right to be so good

kenji is so silly. i love him

kenji loving cows is so real of him

i need more port mafia exec dazai

“he both fears death and is drawn to it” ME FR

DAZAI <33333333333333333333

i want to hold dazai. i need to ruffle his hair. i want to commit suicide with him, my last words being heard by him only. i want to drown with this man, the holy water bringing us both to the afterlife. we will both be free.

chuuya is so silly

“come now, take me with you to the afterlife” DAZAI AJHDISBEUDBEUBD

dazai is a disaster bi and i love him for that

i pledge allegiance to the flag of bungo stray dogs and to the fandom for which it stands. one nation under dazai, indivisible, with fanfic and fanart for all.

dazai is down horrendous for oda. i don’t blame him

dazai my silly wet cat disaster bi husband <33333333333333333

akutagawa is so silly

WHY DID THE THEME SONG HAPPEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EPISODE WTF

men <3

oda is my dad now bc i said so

the kid’s name is shinji? evangelion reference??

“because odasaku’s my friend” NO HE AINT DAZAI. HE’S YOUR UNREQUITED CRUSH.

“because i know my friend better than anyone” DAZAI’S LITTLE GASP OMFG IEBEKSHWJJDEBBE OMFG OMFG IM GONNA CRY DONT EVEN WINEUEHEJEJ (friend who got me into the show) YOU BITCH

“you’re a were-tiger, grow some were-balls” KUNIKIDA YOU DID NOT

ranpo is autistic

WHY THE HELL IS THE BOSS SO WEIRD ABT HIS KID WIHDJEBE OMFG

“i can’t hear the voice of god with you staring like that” — every catholic ever

nathanial hawthorn is a silly catholic

margaret basically being the daughter of a rich plantation owner in the 1800’s is so american

ranpo my silly

chuuya <3

q and kyouka are my children

osamu dazai my silly little wet cat autistic depressed suicidal maniac disaster bisexual husband <3

WHY IS MARK FUCKING TWAIN SO FINE OMFG THIS SHOW

lovecraft is weird. i like it. he’s accurate.

margaret x nathan??

chuuya and dazai are an old married couple. i love them so much.

“god i hate you” — chuuya to his husband who he loves very much

“don’t worry, buddy. i’ve got you” — dazai to his lover

“i’d expect nothing from you, my worthy adversary” poe to his bf

WHY IS POE FINE SOEJDIHENSHDBE

ranpo is so silly

dazai is a cool uncle to kyouka fuck you

akutagawa and atsushi are down bad for each other

why is scott fitzgerald a crossbreed between a dilf and a twink

cmon you two kiss each other already

is akutagawa down bad for dazai or just looks up to him

WHY IS THE WIFE NAMED ZELDA?? IS SHE A PRINCESS OR WHAT

i am OBSESSED with this show

never have i ever watched an anime with a shit theme song. i love bsd’s intro so much

hehe moby dick

if kyouka dies i’m killing myself /hj

welp guess i’m dying

akutagawa my silly <3

nvm not dying today. hey at least kyouka isn’t dead

dazai is akutagawa’s father figure sorry not sorry

lovecraft is so real for jumping in the sea

POE IS HERE WIHEEIHEIEHEUDHEHD I LOVE POE

RANPO KISS HIM RN KISS YOU TWO KISS

“but i prefer the women in my life to be under 12” E X C U S E M E S I R

RUSSIAN MAN????

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT DUDE HELL YEAH

IWJDUEBEHE DAZAI QUOTING ODA IEHRUEBEUDHWHDUENDJDJHE IM GONNA CRY AGAIN BYE—

DEAD APPLE IS AMAZING. I WATCHED IT ON 9ANIME. ONLY SUB THOUGH

READING THE TRANSLATOR STRUGGLE IS SO FUNNY. o7 TO THEM GOOD JOB.

#bsd #i’m so normal abt this show

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goodnightmemes · 2 years

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just some great Doctor Who quotes

❛ Let me be brave. ❜

❛ I don’t want to go. ❜

❛ Together or not at all. ❜

❛ How about that? I win. ❜

❛ Laugh hard, run fast, be kind. ❜

❛ To save you, I can do anything. ❜

❛ Look how far I went for fear of losing you. ❜

❛ Whole worlds pivot on acts of imagination. ❜

❛ Nothing’s sad till it’s over, then everything is. ❜

❛ Everybody lives. Just this once. Everybody lives. ❜

❛ Never trust a hug. It’s just a way to hide your face. ❜

❛ Have a good life. Do that for me. Have a fantastic life. ❜

❛ Stories are where memories go when they’re forgotten. ❜

❛ I’ll be keeping you safe. One last victory. Allow me that. ❜

❛ Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall. ❜

❛ We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ❜

❛ I’d forgotten not all victories are about saving the universe. ❜

❛ All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made it kind. ❜

❛ Does it ever bother you that your life doesn’t make any sense? ❜

❛ I made my choice a long time ago, and I’m never gonna leave you. ❜

❛ No, I mean it. I would rather die. It’s better to die than to live like you. ❜

❛ What happened to you? When did killing someone become an option? ❜

❛ The only way anyone can live in peace is if they're prepared to forgive. ❜

❛ Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever, think you’re capable of that. ❜

❛ You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I! ❜

❛ Never be cruel and never be cowardly, and if you are, always make amends. ❜

❛ Everything’s got to end sometime. Otherwise, nothing would ever get started. ❜

❛ Oh, look, I’m angry. That’s new. I’m really not sure what’s going to happen now. ❜

❛ Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many. ❜

❛ Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make any difference? ❜

❛ Sometimes, the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose. ❜

❛ Is there a word for ‘total screaming genius’ that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? ❜

❛ You're stone cold brilliant, you are, I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. ❜

❛ Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted. ❜

❛ Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters. It’s the person. ❜

❛ It doesn't matter if there's nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it's ok to be afraid of it. ❜

❛ If you're very wise and very strong, fear doesn't have to make you cruel or cowardly. Fear can make you kind. ❜

❛ Shut up! I can't let you die, without knowing you are loved. By so many, and so much. And by no one more than me. ❜

❛ If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me. ❜

❛ Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts. ❜

❛ Come on! Look at me. No plan, no back up, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else. I don’t have anything to lose! ❜

❛ Okay, this is bad. At the moment I don’t know how bad, but certainly we’re three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from good. ❜

❛ You asked me if you were a good man. And the answer is… I don’t know. But I think you try to be. And I think that’s probably the point. ❜

❛ Love, in all its forms, is the most powerful weapon we have. Because love is a form of hope. And like hope, love abides. In the face of everything ❜

❛ The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. ❜

❛ You're all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? "Look at me, I'm unforgivable." Well here's the unforeseeable, I forgive you. After all you've done. I forgive you. ❜

❛ The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things or make them unimportant. ❜

❛ Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #inbox meme #ask meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #*tv #*dw #*mine

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My love, my dear, my friend. I am an aroace I know for sure I can be a partner for you and you deserve better. And I will tell you straight up this point here you life will be better than being with a sorry excuse for a boyfriend you left. J E S U S 😅 I’m not saying you’ve been through the worst but holy shit all those little things that he did gives me a headache. If I knew you personally I would’ve taken you out of there. But in all honesty take care and show him that you WILL be better off without him, and I’ll be rooting for you too dear. Take care ♥️

Ace buddies! :)

The thing is irl you would have never known because he didn't act this way in front of people who were not me or his mom and dad. He would put on this dude bro act. And he didn't act this way at first around me until I lived with him for a few months and then I started to noticed it slowly. My mom knew how he was because I tell my mom everything and she would always say "he sucks" and I would do the "Mom don't say that :(" But she is right he does suck.

But I was a fool and gave him wife privileges too early in our relationship (NEVER DO THIS!!!!)(NEVER EVER DO THIS!!!). And in turn it turned him into a man child. It was almost like he reverted back to being a teenager. Towards the end he just played video games on his 5k PC set up all the time. Literally all the time. If he wasn't at work he was doing that. And it was always some stupid shit no one cared about. He got REALLY into that dumb ass Pinocchio game and told me all about the lore and I pretended to care but I was just thinking "What is blud yappin about..." He bought so many F-ing games. I think he bought a new game every week, would like rapid fire beat it and then just move on to a new one. I had to put my own Steam account on invisible just so he couldn't see when I was on there because he would message me to bring him another beer or some string cheese. (I want you all to know I checked and he's on there playing Starfield as I type this)

He also stole my personality which he will not be able to hold onto now that I'm gone. He was never as funny as I was. I have more originality and humor in my pinky toe than he has in his entire body. So I famously don't talk much IRL. I'm very shy and normally just sit there and mind my business unless spoken to directly. But I would like whisper one liners under my breath to him at parties and group outings. And he would take what I said to him and say it louder and get a big laugh from everyone. I did call him out for that and I said something like "Hey you could at least credit me if you're going to take every funny thing I say and pretend you said it" he got REAL annoyed at that. He was like "WELL FINE! I just won't talk to anyone ever!" Because that was what I said... Which if anything is a fault on him because now his friends are going to wonder why his humor turned so sexual all of a sudden and he stopped saying actually funny things and just started making dick jokes (THE ONLY MATERIAL HE HAS)(That and also quoting American Pie movies & Step Brothers. And he plays it off like his own shit as if no one has never seen them...)(I so bad just wanted to be like That's from Anchorman you didn't come up with the joke about San Diego being the fake word for Whale's vagina you directly quoted that from Anchorman.) But I would laugh every time...Not real laughs they were pity laughs but he either couldn't tell the difference or just didn't care so long as I was stroking his ego.

He honestly somehow transformed from this super hot, former football player, frat bot, silly guy into what I would call a neckbeard, but a closeted one because he only acted that way at home.

The worst crime...He wasn't even 6ft. I put up with all of that and he was only standing at a lackluster 5'10.

#ask #let me know if you guys want more stories btw lol.#I can laugh about it now that i don't live this life anymore #i got 5 years of man child crying.

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Y’know, when people who want Callum to be effeminate and submissive then get mad at canon for “ruining” him by not having him be this way, it really does warm my heart.

Alright so let me break this down into segments even though, it also warms my heart to see someone with so much time on their hand that they wasted their life creating an alt account just to leave this absolutely spiteful piece of a question - instead of using it for much more valuable things 💗 I doubt you will ever even read this and even if you do, comprehend the sheer ignorance of your very line of thinking. However, I have a bad habit of giving people a chance to learn so here is my final answer to you, and to anyone else who also would love to come to me with this mentality. All similar opinions will be blocked and thoroughly ignored so please read up if you unfortunately do feel this way 💗

First of all, here is the definition of effeminate

Frankly, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS. In fact this is a pretty damn amazing quality and I do not see any problem whatsoever with this attribute. To behave in a non-traditionally masculine way has always been demonized by small-minded and incredibly bigotry people, which your phrasing clearly indicated that you ARE and I will now quote it:

Alright...so are you trying to tell me that along with me portraying him as a man who does not behave in a traditionally masculine way is somehow regarded as "inappropriate" (according to the definition above) AND SUBMISSIVE ? ? ? I think this one should speak for itself about what kind of person you are.

Which I dare you, no I double dare you. Give me an example, of my work, not anyone else, MY WORK, that has ever portrayed Callum as "submissive". Because-

Being affectionate, kind and feeling confident in his skin enough to smile and get comfortable around other isn't submissive

Being able to express his emotions freely and un-restrainedly isn't submissive

Learning how to better protect himself whilst also simultaneously being able to appreciate the beauty of the person who's teaching him isn't submissive

Being able to fight, does magic freely because he's been focusing on it for TWO DAMN YEARS STRAIGHT and CARING FOR ANY OF HIS FRIEND OTHER THAN RAYLA

- ISN'T BEING SUBMISSIVE

AT ALL!!!

it's called being a decent and admirable human being.

All of which, by the way, are all completely normal things for a teenager to be experiencing.

And in addition-

Being obedient to your mentor because you love and respect this person does not = submissive. It's called being a respectful human being.

HOWEVER

Y'know what is submissive? ? ? Let's take a gander at the so-call canon Callum that you o so worship shall we?

Running away from the most important decision of your damn life: not standing ground and fight for your dad's sake till the very end because if you don't try your best now your brother will really be an orphan, instead, opted to run away and not facing the literal assassins whom, later is known to you, to really did killed your dad. (aka submitting to your oppressor and ran away)

Not confronting your oppressors (aka the woman who literally sent assassins to murdered your dad. And no, ONE FUCKING HARMLESS JOKE ABOUT HER EATING HUMAN ISN'T HIM FIGHTING BACK, IT LITERALLY WAS JUST HIM MAKING A JOKE whilst staying submissive and passive to his oppressors the entire season b r u h ) Being submissive to the BOTH systems that both have wronged and robbed from him his family - his dad (aka the human side) made a shitty kingdom ruling choice and in turn his mom died for his kingdom -> aka it's ALSO Harrow's fault. It was then AGAIN harrow's fault to throw away his life and shackling his VERY YOUNG BROTHER to the throne RIGHT AFTER HAVING A FIGHT WITH HIS HIGHEST RANKING OFFICIAL (viren) Him letting this all go just shows a submissive and docile attitude TO THE VERY PEOPLE WHO WRONGED HIM, WHICH IS FUCKED. Being submissive to LETTING SAID OPPRESSOR into your FAMILY'S GRAVE YARD- - - which said oppressor's spouse has mercilessly killed YOUR OWN MOTHER---

Now, i mention this not to spite any raylum lovers because I sincerely believe that romance is subjective, what is romantic to some isn't to others and no one can really bash someone for liking any ships, so I certainly do not say this as something malice:

A compliment isn't = to romantic intent. It CAN be, but we can all objectively see in the case of Callum, he really did just meant it as a friend complimenting another friend. So then is it not submissive to cave to the idea of romance half a day after being surprisingly kissed and then told off in a passively aggressive way to forget about it? ? ?

Is it not then considered "submissive" to surrender to the idea of "if my compliment and admiration to this person isn't love, then there is definitely something wrong with me?" Which is so wrong in so many ways and I think this is important to remember: YOU CAN LIKE SOMEONE WITHOUT HAVING ANY ROMANTIC FEELINGS TOWARDS SAID PERSON.

With all of this being said, you being someone who considers the qualities I portrayed Callum as "submissive" should already say a lot about what kind of person you are, not that I think you will have the mental capacity to understand what is being presented to you, especially if this

is your standard of being "dominant" and "traditionally manly" lol (just using the opposite of your phrasing "effeminate" and "submissive", you know what antonyms are right? 💗) A coward with a sock puppet account and for what? Some idiot like me who portrayed a cartoon boy as dependable, affectionate and is actually a good person? ? ?

Speaks for itself.

I think you might love this show, and you should use that energy to be around people who appreciate and think like you, not spreading hatred and ignorant view point because I never went out of my way to target/harass anyone. I make art and that's pretty much it. I believe people can learn and can change, and I believe there is good in people, so I will always give them a chance. This is pathetic, please do better. If you or someone else reply to this rudely they will be blocked and ignored, however, I'd preferred it if you read, understood and move on.

#ask jamie #hello it's been so long since i've received such a masterful piece of ask #to anyone who finished reading #thank you #about #tdp #callum #no more arguments I am just existing #thanks #sometimes I'd like to remind everyone that this is a cartoon #and they should learn what words they are saying #i'm tired #thanks tumblr #really not a dunk of any ships #just my opinions

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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City of Heavenly Fire Book Quote RP Meme

final book in the mortal instruments by cassandra clare- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes

“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

“I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.”

“Because the world isn't divided into the special and the ordinary. Everyone has the potential to be extra ordinary.”

“Family isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back.”

“I don’t want the world. I want you,”

“When our hearts break, they break into shards that cannot be easily fit back together.”

“I hate it when straight guys think all gay guys are attracted to them. I’m not attracted to every guy any more than you’re attracted to every girl.”

“Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more. Maybe we're not so different that way.”

“Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places, perhaps hearts are the same.”

“I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you.”

“I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.”

“There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”

“Your boyfriend's dead. Thought you should know.”

“Straight people, why can’t they control themselves?”

“The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us.”

“I don’t know why I ever helped you.”

“Hope is all that keeps us going sometimes, biscuit”

“Because you like broken things.”

“Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.”

“You’re heterosexual and have low expectations of father figures.”

“There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

“If you insist on trying to get yourself killed, I insist on being the one who chooses what you wear while you recover,”

“Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.”

"You're my first so many things, “

“I don't want the world. I want you.”

“Walk of shame, boys?”

“I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. I told myself I did, I told myself you wanted me to, and so I tried, but I never did. I wanted you more than I wanted to be good. I wanted you more than I wanted anything, ever.”

“Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.”

“They have the collective intelligence of a pineapple,”

“I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t.”

“Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart?”

“What do you know? You weren’t even paying attention.”

“Guys don’t let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong. Friends don’t let friends keep calling their exes and hanging up. Seriously. You have to stop.”

"Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?"

“I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?”

“Better to love and fear than feel nothing”

“I did not make a pie for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie. and three,because I am not your bitch,”

“Yeah, but there’s like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that’s not proof you were listening,”

“I hate happy couples.”

“I've never felt so... light.”

“As long as she is alive and well and happy in this world, I will find a way to be happy as well, even if it is not beside her”

“Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.”

“We will stand bravely with you!

“Well, we will stand bravely near you. Or at least within earshot.”

"WHY CAN'T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES."

“You’ve changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.”

“I don’t care if I did just set myself on fire, I’m not hugging you.”

“And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow...

“Why do I care? If Dad decides he hates me because I’m not straight, he’s not worth the pain, right?”

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Last time you were starving, I gave you my blood. It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality.”

"Remember how before, I was talking about Dungeons and Dragons?"

“Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world”

“Usually when you’re in love, you’re miserable.”

“It smells like heartbreak in here,”

“Freely we serve. Because we freely love, as in our will to love or not; in this we stand or fall.”

“You have to know I wouldn’t wish for a different life, this life brought me you”

“Anyway, my point is that I am not attracted to you in the slightest.”

“I have known you a long time, and I am absolutely certain on this subject. If you are planning to become a pirate again, it’s a bad idea.”

"Take your clothes and go!"

"Is this so they have to go back to the fortress naked and their embarrassment will negatively affect morale?"

“I paid a lot of money once to find it out,”

what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected? Is my virtue safe?

“and don’t start your own line of glitter and try to sell it at Sephora.”

"But ‘at all’ is my favorite way to have sex.”

“I am a hundred and forty six years old and this is not my first unwinnable war.”

“We find in our children our own selves again, who might be made better than we are.”

“Aren't we forever?”

“I always thought I was happy being the dark star to your supernova.”

"I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?”

“I think we have established in so many ways that I am hot enough for the both of us”

“They said it was better to know your enemy, but how did it help to know that your enemy’s one weakness was your weakness too”

“Almost four hundred years is quite a lot to take even if you moisture regulary”

“Take it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.”

“Sometimes there is not always a cure.”

“Was it better to think you had lost everything, and to start over? Or easier to know that the people you loved were alive, even if you could never see them again?”

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lovsagains · 6 months

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♡ ֺ ↷ helloooo it's yans, introducing my sweet summer ( spring ) child ! meet BILLIE aka echo ! she's a quiet little lab experiment, very mousy and weak. very easily manipulated and pushed around . . . but she's the kindest person you'll ever meet and loves ardently, wholeheartedly. also tends to fall in love with everyone she meets, even though it's never good for her, which has obviously had a massive effect on her life . . . anyhowdy ! below the cut are a few connections that i want for her but obvs i'm open to anything. just hmu and we can chat okay mwah.

her current religion. the person she's currently following around like a lost puppy. ( when i imagined this connection, i did have tantalus in mind, but any strong-willed and intimidating muse could work ! ) she has an unwavering loyalty to this muse, regardless of how they may feel about her. she doesn't move until they tell her to, doesn't think for herself. if they speak, she shuts up ! it's hard to say if she loves this character or fears them . . . knowing her, the answer is both ! people might even try to warn her against being around this muse, because maybe they're taking advantage of her in some way ! or, possibly, maybe this muse really does care for billie. anything is possible, really !

the closest thing she has to a friend. that's not to say that these two aren't actually friends, just . . . she has a very hard time believing anyone would treat her kindly. ( what's that lana quote ? if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first one who ever did ? ) she really admires this person and she loves spending time with them ! she thinks they're wasting their time being friends with someone as spineless as her, but she never shirks their company ! and, hey, maybe this person gives her the smack on the head to be more confident ! stand up for yourself ! maybe they're building her up when she keeps tearing herself down ! or maybe they're using her, too . . . 👀

someone she knew sophomore year. so, in billie's sophomore year, she had her first boyfriend ! except, he was not a good guy. when he dumped her, he did it very publicly and kind of cruelly. maybe this person was there ! maybe they knew that ex, maybe they were his friend ! or this person could've been billie's roommate at the time . . . just someone who knew billie back then and witnessed what happened, so they have a bit of understanding of why she is the way that she is. i also imagine this person as someone that billie wants to impress ? she wants to show them that she's better than the girl who got dumped in public. so she tries to be a little bit stronger when they're around . . . results vary !

someone who loves her. there aren't very many people in billie's life who actually want what's best for her. a lot of people just see her as an easy target to walk all over. but this person really does care, they truly love her. this love could be familial, platonic, romantic, you name it ! just someone who truly wants her to be happy and live her best life, whether she sees that or not. i also think it'd be interesting if this person had a hard time saying it. i like the idea of these two having something of a complicated relationship ? ( i imagined this as cassandra, due to their familial relationship, but again . . . literally any muse could work ! ) like there is obviously love there, but maybe there's resentment, too ! maybe they just don't know how to exist around each other !

her competition. so . . . this is probably completely one-sided. but billie's mentorship with avila is really personal to her, so ! in my mind, this muse is someone who also has a close connection with him and billie views them as someone who threatens her place in avila's life ! of course, it means absolutely nothing, because she's not going to do anything to the muse . . . she probably won't even get mad at them for real. but there's definitely a lot of jealousy on billie's end. hey, it could even be a mutual thing, the muse could equally be peeved at billie's idol worship of avila and how he unknowingly feeds it.

her twin brother. ( this would have to be a new character ! ) this is ! her best friend ! there is no one in billie's life that she loves or values more. he also got into daskalos, so they're here together, and they are very close ! she gives her heart to everyone who makes her feel safe ( whether that safety is real or not ) but i think this is the only person who really has earned that in her life. or . . . maybe he has some secret agenda ! maybe he resents her a bit ! idk we can absolutely make this dramatic and wild, i would lose my mind and sell my firstborn for that, but my initial imagining was that it's the purest relationship she has.

study buddy. i imagine this person is not part of the dionysia. they're just another student, someone that she likes spending time with. maybe they don't talk much�� when they're together, maybe this muse is the only person she bickers with, maybe they joke and have fun . . . just someone who is separate from avila and all of that, someone that she just spends time with ! they study their little books and they don't worry about the rest of the world ! i imagine she also feels very happy and safe with this person, regardless of how they spend their time together. they just give her good feelings.

okay, i'll cap it there for now . . . ofc i can think of more and if none of these suit your fancy, we can brainstorm others based on our characters ! i just wanted to put a few connections down on paper. if any of these interest you or inspire you to form a new connection with my little doormat, hmu 😤☝🏾

#linking my gdocs so you can see the connections i already have! (literally just one sjhfkjds)#daskalosintro

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junypr-camus · 1 year

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Writer Questions Tag

Thanks for the tags, @eccaiia and @saltysupercomputer!

Tagging (softly) @dogmomwrites, @blind-the-winds, @timetobuttonmash, @aloeverawrites, and @mayonnaisepudding!

Questions:

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you've ever had?

Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or been given as a writer?

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

What is your favourite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think?

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you've ever had?

This is pretty hard, but I think maybe the scene with the animate mannequins in The Great Mall Mirage. Because I managed to creep everyone out with the thought of plastic mannequins chasing them to the edge of an elevator shaft.

2. Is there a question you've been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

A friend and I have always been the kind of people others go to for help (him more than me because I have harder limits than he does). I remember asking him "Do you feel that you're the one everyone goes to for help..." and he finished my thought exactly with "but when you need help there's no one to go to?" That felt like it summed up a lot of my life.

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I love coming up with ideas, sharing them with people, and seeing how they interpret the worlds I create. I would perhaps leave the actual writing of things like info dump conversations because they can get somewhat boring.

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

To explore. I realize more about myself and about the world with a pencil in my hand than anytime else.

5. What is the best piece of advice you've ever read or been given as a writer?

You can't revise a blank page. First drafts are always horrendous, but they make second drafts so much better and so much easier, because now you know what you want to say, and you can lift out the good stuff and rework everything else.

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

The pacing of sentences plays a big part in conveying emotion. I used to think that I could craft the perfect scene by just choosing a few good adjectives, maybe a bit of figurative language, but it's so much more than that. It's what you say and when you say it, and also what you don't say.

7. What is your favourite story you've written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you'd like and can!

To completion? Nah.

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

"Don't be lasagna." (I'm going to be really happy if anyone recognizes that.

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Terry Silver. She's somewhat single-minded and a bit idealistic: she believes there's hope for a utopia and will do anything --- even letting loved ones die --- for it. Considering Seranid's about the price of change, Terry was meant to be an exploration of how far someone would be willing to go to create the world they wanted. It's up to the reader to decide if they think she's justified, but personally I think she makes her choices having weighed all the possibilities and deciding to take the risk.

10. If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think?

"What the hell happened to you?" (affectionate but concerned)

#writeblr #tag game #junypr berries

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blueathens · 3 years

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Loving His Wife In Secret

-Mission: Happily Ever After-

Chapter 5

Song: A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James Quote: “You look beautiful.”

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

Ben and Y/n spent a couple of months just getting back into their relationship, their marriage. Ben, Y/n and Lottie all went out as a family together. Ben and Y/n went together for events of Lottie, together, as in they actually sat next to each other, cheering on for their little girl, whether its for Sports Day, a Production, Dance, they were there, together. If Lottie was at Ben’s he would get his parents or sister or one of his friends to babysit Lottie whilst he went out with Y/n or the other way round.

Ben saw Lottie nearly everyday now, and she was loving it, whether it was her and Y/n coming round his for dinner or him to theirs. Or if he was picking her up from school or a club to spend quality time together because Y/n was working longer shifts.

Ben and Y/n was going strong in their marriage like they had done so before. Like they used to be. Like they should be.

The only difference was that no one knew.

Not even Lottie.

They didn’t want anyone to get happy and get their hopes up in case they both realised that they were better of without each other. Which they both knew was a lie. They were better together, and their separation proved this. They also didn’t want to tell anyone as they enjoyed it just being them. They felt bad that their own daughter didn’t know, but it was all out of protection and love in case worst comes to worst and they separate again.

But Lottie was happy and that was all that they cared about.

Ben and Y/n was happy too. Very happy.

“Hmmm…you’re cooking.” Y/n hummed as she wrapped her arms around a shirtless Ben who was standing by the stove, making pancakes. Y/n kissed the back of his shoulder up to his neck with gentle kisses.

It was 1pm and there was no better time to have pancake then now. Ben had only gotten out of Bed 10 minutes ago and Y/n followed behind 8 minutes later. Lottie was at school and unfortunately she didn’t have any clubs straight after.

“Are there-”

“There’s chocolate buttons in the cupboard, like usual.” Y/n interrupted, knowing exactly what Ben was going to ask as she knew him better than he knows himself. She remembers how cute she thought he was in the moment she saw him putting chocolate buttons on his crepes – something he does a lot with pancakes too – he was just grinning happily as he poured buttons on his crepes, telling her why he does it and how everyone called him childish for it. She listened intensively and disagreed with those thoughts, telling him how cute it was and that it was still chocolate, nicer chocolate too as it was Cadburys.

She thinks that might have been the moment she started to truly fall for him as he was just so comfortable doing something that many people called him childish for.

“God,” he groaned with a smile, “have I ever told you how much I love you.”

“Yes, but I like hearing it come out from your mouth.”

Ben felt her warm breath against his back as she stopped her kissing and now rested her forehead against his bare back. Her index finger was running up and down his abs, the cold metal band of her ring made him shiver slightly.

He still smiles at the jewellery that is placed on her ring finger. He missed seeing it, and seeing it again always made him kiss it as he mumbles, “you have me and my love forever, Mrs Chilwell.” He just loves knowing that she was his girl…again. She was his wife again. He was her person again. They were each other’s favourite again.

It was all going good until that knock.

They had just finished eating their breakfast, holding hands, smiling and laughing at one another.

Y/n stood up, walked to the door in an old Chelsea shirt and grey jogging bottoms, after claiming her legs were cold.

Opening the door was something she regretted instantly.

“What are you doing here?” She spat out bitterly at the person outside her front door.

The blond gelled up hair with brown hazel eyes belonged to a man who she could never love.

“To see you.” He smiled softly. “You look beautiful.”

Ben already told her that this morning. Her hair was messier as it wasn’t in the bun that it was in now, sleep dust was still in her eyes, she had morning breath and her cheek was slightly pink from her she was lying down on his arm. She even had slight droll from her mouth and Ben still thought she was the most beautiful girl there.

Y/n ignored his comment as she only wanted one man to ever say it to her in the way he just did. And that man was still in the dining room, trying to figure out who was at the door, how Y/n knew him, why he spoke like that and why he’s voice sounded familiar.

“Baby, are you okay?” Ben called from the dining room.

“Baby?” The person muttered. “You did run back to the one who broke your heart then, huh?” He asked her angrily, arms folding against his chest.

“It’s really none of your business, Tyler.” She glared at him

Ben stood up abruptly, chair fallen backwards, as he paced towards the door. And there the man stood. The man who once had his girl.

Tyler looked Ben up and down as he stood in just grey sweatpants.

“Speak of the topless devil.” Tyler spitefully said, glaring hard at Ben. “Let me guess, you ran back into his arms when I broke up with you?”

“It’s not of your business.” Y/n grip on the door tightened at every look he gave her and Ben.

“I mean I am her husband.” Ben wrapped his arm round Y/n’s shoulder, the hand over her shoulder laced his fingers with her left, allowing him to show off the ring on it. He saw how Tyler scowled at it. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” He taunted. “Perfect fit on her finger. A symbol of love as it was given to the person who loves her the most.”

“You said you were going through a divorce.” Tyler’s eyes were still on the ring.

“We were. But we – I don’t know why I’m explaining this to you.” Y/n scrunched her face back a bit, confused at her own idiocy. “I owe you no explanations. You broke it up and what I did afterwards is none of your concern.”

“It was obvious though…it was obvious that you still loved him.” His voice was full of one of pain as he gulped in the middle of it.

“I mean, can you blame her?”

“Benji!”

“What? Maybe he should stop eyeing up my wife.” Ben glared at Tyler making him stop looking at Y/n.

“I just thought you might…I just thought you could’ve loved me back.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n eyes went softer. “But I couldn’t love you…I always will love Benji, and you were the one who wanted Ben out of Lottie’s life.”

“He what?!”

“It was what was best for her.” Tyler declared.

“That wasn’t your choice to make.” Y/n growled. “She’s not your kid. She’s mine and Ben’s.” She watched how he opened his mouth, ready to argue back, but Y/n raised her hand and pushed him back. “Now I never want to see you back here again. We have an assembly to attend and there isn’t an invitation for you. Goodbye.” She slammed the door shut, head resting against the wooden door.

“So, that was hot.” Ben whispered, arms wrapping around her waist as he kissed her neck before he started to leave tiny love-bites to it, tongue flickering over every new creation he makes.

“Shower.” Y/n demanded.

“Michelle’s dad wanted to know if you and Tyler are still together.” Lottie told Y/n innocently, as she put a spoonful of chocolate ice-cream in her mouth.

Ben hand tightened on Y/n’s thigh.

What is it with men trying to get with his wife. Like, yeah, she’s a catch. But she’s happily taken and married. The ring with their words on it proves it.

“Benji, can you pass me a tissue for-”

“Benji?!” Lottie screeched out. “T-t-that.” She looked between her dad and mum. “Mission: Happily Ever After complete?” Her eyes looking at Ben.

“Mission: Happily Ever After?” Y/n asked looking at her husband and daughter.

“Mission: Happily Ever After completed.” Ben nodded.

Lottie jumped up onto the booth she sat in, the ice-cream parlour was practically empty, and thank god for that, because Lottie screamed a loud “Yes!” as she danced on the red cushioned booth. “Mummy and daddy are back together!”

It took a lot of explaining to Lottie of them wanting to love each other and be a family again but Lottie wasn’t listening much as she was too much in her own world of happiness after she watched her parents hands come out from under the table, holding one another, rings on their fingers, and she nearly burst into tears of happiness at the sight of her dad kissing her mum.

Lottie was still practically bouncing in her seat as her parents watched her with smiles on their faces. They knew it wasn’t the sugar of the ice-cream making her this excited. She even asked if she should tell Michelle’s dad that you were married. But Ben told her no as that makes it seem like she’s telling him that Y/n was married to Tyler, which is hard no. Ben also asked Lottie to point out Michelle dad out to him next time she sees him, which Y/n narrowed her eyes at.

Ben and Y/n were over the moon too as they could be a family again and not in secret.

Ben could love his wife again without it being a secret.

They could love one another again for everyone to see.

Y/n placed another spoonful of cookie dough ice-cream into her mouth, tongue licking it clean before she spoke again with a small smirk when she saw Ben drop his spoon and hearing Lottie’s screams of happiness again.

“So, Lottie, do you want to be a big sister?”

A/N: So, like, surprise...

I only did a part 5 because someone requested it and helped me get the idea...but I don’t think chapter 5 is as good as the other’s in my opinion because the angsty/jealous/small fluff we were having was exciting...

But they achieved their mission which was the whole point.

So I hope you liked your surprise ;)

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 ◁ II ▷ 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #ben chilwell series #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #blueathensfics #chelsea #chelsea imagines #footballers imagine #football x reader #football imagine #football #footballers x reader #footballers imagines #footballers #fluff

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lavynrose · 3 years

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei. Bokuto Koutaro

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Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Hogwarts AU, Sakusa / Reader

Summary: You’re invited to Kiyoko’s seventeenth birthday party, which turns out to be a ball for the glittering elite of the magical world, where you meet one very surly, very sulky Sakusa Kiyoomi.

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

Requests closed for the time being!

Though if you toss a suggestion my way that I like, I may...reconsider ;)

Requested by Yeon baobei @moondaius I hope you like it, darling <3

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You feel out of place in this party filled with the glittering elite of magical society. Your sleeves do not quite reach down to your wrists, and the ruffles on the neckline of your dress robes are a little limp, but you’ve had to make do with the rejected pile of clothes from your more affluent cousins. It’s not often you get invited to formal dinner parties anyway. Your home is a tiny attic flat on the cross junction between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and your mother is just a humble cleaning lady, so this soiree is just an exception - your classmate Kiyoko being exceptionally kind and inviting you to her seventeenth birthday party.

“Look! Isn’t that Sakusa Kiyoomi? Isn’t he handsome?” You can hear the girls around you sigh dreamily to their friends as said boy enters the ballroom with his cousin Komori in tow.

The Ravenclaw seeker elicits this sort of reaction even in school - or especially in school, but you’ve never joined his legion of fans, his overall grumpiness acting as a deterrent to you ever speaking to him despite sharing multiple classes together. Still, he is handsome, you admit to yourself. Towering over most of the party guests, Sakusa Kiyoomi has artfully tousled black curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and the most adorable pair of moles above his right eyebrow.

“Komori!” You wave, grinning with affection as the affable Ravenclaw keeper bounds over towards you like an overgrown puppy.

“It’s so nice to see you here!” He greets you with his usual cheer. “These parties can be a drag if you don’t know anyone.”

“It is a little overwhelming”, you admit, side-eyeing the chandeliers hanging from the arched ceiling, dripping in crystals and wrought with gold. You’re sure that if you managed to sneak just one chandelier in your pocket, it’d be enough to feed you and your mother for an entire year.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have fun tonight!” Komori promises with a chuckle. Then he snaps his head back, realising he’s left his cousin stranded in a crowd of fawning women - a fate that Sakusa Kiyoomi obviously deems worse than death judging from the way he glowers down at his shoes as if they’ve offended him in some way.

“You better rescue him”, you add, internally amused as Yuna-san from Slytherin slides her talons up Sakusa’s arms. “Five minutes in, and he already seems like a damsel in distress.”

Komori answers you with a lopsided grin as he swims through the crowd to reach his cousin drowning in his worst nightmare. You snort to yourself, helping yourself to a generous amount of punch, watching as Komori manages to extract Sakusa while charming the ladies into not sulking too much at the loss of their prey. Sakusa promptly disappears once he’s free from the quicksand of social interaction, while Komori himself gets claimed for the first dance of the night.

You have fun too - well, somewhat. You stand along the sides of the ballroom like an overgrown wallflower, watching as your peers in brightly coloured dresses get asked for dances while you’re passed over with a glance at your ill-fitting dress. But Komori does swing by and dances a foxtrot with you - both of you trip over the other at one point, causing a small commotion in the corner of the ballroom, but it’s all in good fun. Even Kiyoko takes the time to pop by and say hi, even though she’s swamped with well-wishers and familial obligations.

You don’t regret coming to the party at all.

“Omi, be social for once.” It’s only because your ears are sharp that you overhear Komori urge his cousin out from his hiding spot behind the dessert table. “You’ve been hiding from everyone the entire night, and you haven’t even danced once!”

“I don’t like people.” Sakusa grounds out through clenched teeth. “And I don’t dance”.

“Don’t be a grump. There are perfectly nice people here - look, I have a friend here who’d be perfect for a dance”.

You look up, meeting his eyes as he grins apologetically at you. You’re about to mouth ‘hell no’ at the irrepressible Komori, but Sakusa beats you to it in his characteristically blunt fashion.

“She’s tolerable enough I suppose, but I’m not inclined to be a knight in shining armour and dance with someone just because no one else will”.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

Komori looks like he’s about to push Sakusa into the birthday cake, but thinks the better of it. “Omi”, he hisses in warning.

Sakusa glances up, guilt flooding his eyes when he meets your gaze, but you don’t give him a chance to redeem himself, flouncing away in a swirl of faded satin. You brazenly seek out dance partners for yourself - Kuroo from Slytherin might seem smarmy, but he smirks at you in recognition and twirls you around in a merry square dance and Akaashi from Ravenclaw looks like he’d much rather bury his nose in a book but he’s gentlemanly enough to let you take his hand for a stately waltz.

You’re in the middle of another waltz, this time with sunny Bokuto from Hufflepuff when you spot Sakusa squirming from the corner of your eye. Yuna (Slytherin, seventh year, pureblooded of course) has him cornered, back against the wall, and there’s no Komori in sight to save him – nor anyone really, almost everyone else is enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

You sigh inwardly. Sakusa might be cold and cranky but even he deserves to be rescued from Yuna’s clutches, so you maneuver Bokuto towards in their direction. Bokuto, to his credit, catches on immediately, and with a spark of mischief in his eyes, he grabs a glass of punch and tips it over both Sakusa and Yuna.

“You idiot!?!” Yuna shrieks, horrified as the bright red liquid stains the front of her robes. “These robes were specially tailored for me in Paris you know?”

You didn’t know that, and frankly – you couldn’t care less about the cost of her fancy robes, and with a murmured – I’ll help Sakusa clean up, you grab said boy by his sleeve and manhandle him out of the ballroom. Thankfully she’s so distracted that she doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’re both seventh years now, so there’s really no need for you to rush to the washroom since it’s completely legal for you to be using magic to clean Sakusa up. You leave Bokuto in your wake to deal with an irate Yuna, but he’s grinning nonetheless, telling her that his cleaning charms are awesome, does she want him to try fixing her dress? Akaashi and Kuroo join the commotion, and in the diversion they cause, no one notices your escape.

You tug him down a deserted hallway, relinquishing your grip on him only when you find an appropriate hiding place – an open air balcony, where no one is likely to stumble on you. ‘Turgeo’, you whisper, whipping out your wand, nodding in satisfaction as the charm siphons punch off Sakusa’s robes.

“You can catch your breath here for a bit”, you tell him, hopping up to take a precarious seat on the balcony railing. His brows pinch together, and you watch, bemused as he tries to make sense of what just transpired.

“Tha-“

Taking pity on him, you interrupt him. “You don’t have to thank me. I came to your rescue cos you’re tolerable, even though you’re always grumpy. Plus, I’m a Gryffindor, so being a knight in shining armour comes naturally to me”.

Your amusement grows as he splutters at having his ill mannered words quoted back at him, embarrassment burning into his cheeks. It’s fun to throw calm, collected Sakusa Kiyoomi off balance sometimes, you think – and perhaps given his privileged, pureblood background, he probably needs it every once in a while. But then you’re surprised when he gathers himself and inclines his head ever so slightly.

“That was…inexcusable of me to speak of you that way. I apologise.”

“It’s fine”, you reply easily, but he doesn’t allow you to shrug his apology off.

“It’s not. I was rude and unkind.”

This is the most you’ve ever heard Sakusa Kiyoomi say, and you want to capitalise on it.

“I know how you can remedy that”, you interject with a smile.

He quirks his eyebrows in confusion, watching you warily. You’re tempted to drag out the suspense to watch him squirm, but you don’t want to torture the poor boy any further.

“You can pay me back by giving me the dance you so cruelly refused me”, you tell him, jumping down onto your feet. Then with the most unladylike laugh, you sweep into an exaggerated bow, holding your hand out to him -

“My good sir, if you please?”

He stares down at your proffered hand. “Here? Now?”

“You have another time in mind?” You ask sarcastically, back still bent in a bow. “Come on, your mother probably brought you up better than this, don’t keep a girl waiting forever.”

“Fine, fine”, he mumbles. So as the string orchestra in the ballroom strikes up another tune yet again, he takes your hand, and wrapping his arm around your waist, he leads you in a waltz.

Step step twirl.

One two three.

Step step twirl.

He’s the ideal dance partner, expertly steering you through the one-two-three of the melody, never once making a misstep – though he does wince when you tread on his toes once too many times.

“You’re surprisingly good at dancing, for a misanthrope”, you comment.

“My mother made me learn”, he replies, ignoring the hidden barb in your remark. “It’s a waste of time, but I guess now that I keep getting invites for balls, it’s useful knowledge so I don’t make a fool of myself when I get forced to dance.”

“Like now?” You chuckle self-deprecatingly.

He doesn’t reply for a few beats and you assume the conversation is over when he replies –

“Not like now. It - this is nice.”

It’s summer, and while the cool night still nips at your skin, warmth inexplicably suffuses your cheeks. You thought you were just having a laugh, it’s only now that you realise that the situation you’ve put yourself in with Sakusa is practically lifted out of a fairytale – a boy and a girl, hiding in a balcony, waltzing under the stars? The only thing missing is maybe a shooting star falling from the skies, or a lost glass slipper or two.

Your train of thought is interrupted when the song ends, and he surprises you yet again when he does not drop your hand.

“Would my lady wish to dance with me again”, he asks, though there’s a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes that belies his formal tone.

You ignore every fiber of your being screaming at you that dancing with him again is going to be terrible for your heart, dropping into a low curtsy.

“Why, I thought you’d never ask”, you simper in a poor imitation of Yuna and her toadies, and he only snorts, sweeping you into his arms, intent on dancing the night away.

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“The two of you have been gone the entire night”, Komori comments, a faint accusatory tone colouring his words. “I was about to organise a search party.”

“I was just helping Sakusa clean up after a mishap with a glass of punch”, you reply, though your lie is punctured by the wince you give when your shoes pinch your feet – a sign that you’ve danced far, far too much on this magical night.

“Is that so?” Komori directs his question to his stoic cousin.

Sakusa doesn’t even bother to reply, palm warm against the small of your back as he ushers you off to his flying carriage, intent on sending you safely home.

Your mother’s jaw drops when she wakes up to Sakusa’s carriage thunder down your street, a fleet of winged white horses dragging an enchanted golden carriage. You feel like Cinderella as he escorts you to the front door, pressing a courtly kiss to the back of your hand when he wishes you goodnight. That is, if Cinderella snagged her Prince Charming on the first night they met - by accident, no less.

Your jaw drops when you wake up the next morning to a delivery from an imperial looking snow owl, and when you tear open the parcel, your hands shake so much you have to sit down. That ridiculous boy sent you dress robes of pearl white tulle, along with an invitation to his seventeenth birthday party, to be held in two weeks.

And the most staggering of all – the parcel also includes your dance card, Sakusa’s name neatly written in it to claim ayour dances for the night.

Every single dance of the night.

“Impertinent fellow”, you mutter to yourself, though you can’t help but fall back onto your bed, giggling like a loon.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is an enigma, a boy shielding his true self from the world by cocooning himself in layers of unfriendliness and grumpiness. But in the short amount of time you’ve spent with him, you’ve discovered that he isn’t as cold or unfeeling as he makes himself out to be. You unearthed his sharp sense of humour when he started dropping barbs about preening party guests, telling you the dirty secrets of each pureblooded family gathered here tonight.

“She did what?” you gasped. “No way.”

‘Believe it”, he smirked. “She later tried marrying her daughter off to me, but my parents refused”.

And over the course of the night, you start to see shades of his softer side. He surprised you when he apologised over and over again for not dancing with you the first time, saying he hadn’t realised that you were being overlooked because almost everyone in attendance were snobs.

“It’s the dress”, you told him cheekily, tugging at the cheap fabric. “Otherwise everyone around here would be falling for my sparkling personality”.

He couldn’t help but snort at that.

Then he started to tell you about himself. You learn that he wants to go pro not because he has a burning passion for Quidditch, but rather because it’s something he’s put so much effort into that he might as well continue doing it into adulthood. You learn that despite his complaints about the Ravenclaw team - seemingly sweet Suga and the troublesome beaters Makki and Mattsun in particular driving him insane with their relentless ribbing and puns and jokes, he’s grown fond of them.

He’s funny and witty and sentimental and smart. You truly enjoyed his company last night.

You can’t wait to see him again.

Neither can Sakusa, so it seems. He’s on your doorstep before noon, a bouquet of roses and a bashful expression on his face.

“A gentleman caller”, you pretend to swoon as you open the door. “Happy day!”

“I hope I’m the only one”, he retorts, all shyness evaporating immediately, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.

“So far you are”, you tease, nose buried in rosebuds. “Fair warning before you sweep me off my feet though - I’m not going to be one of your typical, pureblooded heiresses who’ll titter at every word you say, just cos you’re Sakusa Kiyoomi”.

He actually chuckles at that. “I’m counting on that”, he says, taking your hand.

You both share a shy smile.

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