bits of sunlight

hey guys! i’ve noticed lately that a lot of gifsets/edits of moana, especially pastel ones, have been whitewashing her skin, and i know that this isn’t just a problem in moana gifs, so i thought it might be a good idea to make a comprehensive guide on how to avoid whitewashing poc/color poc in general. this guide will be split into three parts: vibrant gifs, pastel gifs, and dark gifs (any of the tips i give for gifs can be applied to edits as well – it’s even easier to avoid whitewashing poc in edits, because you can color it normally and then erase the lightening layers over the person’s skin).

so, without any further ado, here we go!

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Up and down

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: It´s a hot summer day on set and Yoongi can´t handle watching you lick a popsicle without wanting to fulfill his fantasies.

Word count: 4.326

Genre: Smut

Warnings: graphic smut.

Author´s note: This was on private but I´ve arranged it so that I can  repost it since I had to correct a few things.

It´s smutty and I´m not ashamed lol

You hadn´t planned this at all. You were supposed to be in your apartment, probably taking a nap or watching one of those movies that made you cry rivers even if you couldn´t relate to the character´s love life in any way possible. Yet when you had received a rushed and frantic call from your boss saying they needed you for today´s shoot, you had submitted to readjusting your plans and had driven all the way up to a forest in the middle of nowhere after cursing in three different languages. And now, there you were, almost whining at the lost of your day off.

On top of that, it was bloody hot. You squinted your eyes trying to block the sun as you made your way through the crowd, cameras already placed all over and staff members running across the set almost bumping into you and barely muttering an apology. There were various insects in the air that added up to the dry ambient and the fact that there wasn´t a single tree near enough to shelter under its shadow didn´t help at all. Your hands worked with a hair tie tying all the strands into a bun in an attempt to cool off and, slapping a mosquito that you had caught trying to suck your blood, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Coming here - you could´ve rejected it, but it would only make you feel more miserable.

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Black Butterflies

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.700+

Summary: Trying to entertain a four year old can be hard at times when nothing seems to be right. But when Calum comes home and saves the day by drawing butterflies on his daughter just like real tattoos it seems to save the whole day

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kitty thing idk

it was early in the morning, too early for anyone else in the institute to be awake- except for kit and ty of course.
during the night like they always do, one of them snuck into the other’s bed. last night, kit went to ty’s room.
the slightest bit of sunlight leaked from the window. ty woke up before kit, and propped himself on one elbow, watching kit’s chest rise and fall steadily, eyes shut. he was amazed about how kit was put together, his elegant features and herondale eyes. ty brushed his fingers so gently on kit’s cheek he wasn’t sure kit even felt it.
apparently he did, because his eyes fluttered open and it was like the world brightened from his blue eyes. kit was too dazed and sleepy to reply or react, so ty took advantage of kit’s confusion to pretend to sleep, so kit wouldn’t think anything of the slight brushing of his cheek.
“i saw that, tiberius,” muttered kit, shifting his whole body on its side to face ty, whose face was stuffed within his pillows.
“saw what?” ty replied as innocently as possible, though it came out muffled.
kit smiled and ty moved his head so that he was face to face with kit, noses almost touching. it sent shivers down kit’s spine. it was the affection, the love, the overwhelming thought that ty was before him and he was his. ty smiled back, grey and blue eyes interlocking. kit knew ty didn’t like eye to eye contact, and it made kit happy that ty would look into his own eyes.
kit wanted to kiss ty, to brush his hands all over ty’s chest, feeling his heartbeat, to lie on ty’s chest and hear his heartbeat, but instead, kit took his hand and slid it under the back of ty’s shirt, kit’s warm hand on ty’s even warmer back.
kit gently rubbed and scratched ty’s back, and ty closed his eyes, sighing deeply.
“did you sleep well?” whispered ty.
“i did,” replied kit. “until you woke me up.”
ty’s eyes opened and kit felt ty stiffen underneath his fingers.
“ty, i was kidding.”
ty relaxed and smiled. kit removed his hand from ty’s back.
he leaned ever so slightly toward ty, and they met in the middle.
it was the kind of kiss where it was passionate, the kind of passion where they shifted around just to get more of each other, ty grabbing kit’s face in his hands, kit’s hand’s snaking up ty’s shirt without anything being sexual. the touching was to feel that they were alive, warm skin and hot lips, soft fingertips. they would stop to stare at each other, or they would giggle between kisses. every part of their body was desperate for the other’s, legs intertwining and pajama pant legs rolling up, so their skin was touching.
when the kissing was over, they lay again facing each other, kit stroking ty’s cheek with his hand until he shifted onto ty, listening to his heartbeat. ty closed his eyes and went to sleep again, with kit on his chest.
and of course, julian, livvy, emma, and dru peeked into ty’s room. emma saw jules grow teary eyed because his baby brother is growing up, falling in love. dru almost squealed aloud until livvy put her hand on dru’s mouth but smiled at her just as excitedly before taking a million pictures, ty’s sleeping face and kit’s face hidden on ty’s chest, ty’s arms around kit

John has to meet Sherlock for a case whose crime scene just happens to be on a roof. His first response is to panic. The last time he saw Sherlock on a roof… 

John was already in the cab, and only a few minutes away, when Sherlock’s name finally popped up on his phone. John rolled his eyes. After multiple ring outs he’d resorted to texting Anderson of all people for the location of the crime scene. He considered not answering, as payback maybe, but held the phone to his ear all the same.

“Would you look at that? Only took me five tries. Shall we call that the new record, then?”

Sherlock payed no mind to John’s sarcasm (he rarely did) and simple pushed forward, “Brilliant case, John. Brilliant. Who’d have thought to use sunlight as the weapon? Sunlight. A bit of well-directed sunlight would do the job, yes, of course-”

John laughed softly, shaking his head as Sherlock rambled on, “Yeah, of course. Why not.” He sandwiched the phone between his shoulder and cheek, listening while counting bills for the cabbie. He cut Sherlock off somewhere between recounting the effects of UV Rays on skin cells, “Where shall I meet you then?”

There was a beat, “You aren’t here?”

John slammed the door shut with a little too much enthusiasm at that, “What? No. Why did you think I’m calling you?”

Sherlock started to speak then stopped. John could picture the frown that was surely now set in place, “I was just talking to you…” Sherlock mumbled.

“Well, do you mind a bit of a repeat?”

Sherlock huffed, “Hate repeating myself. But you’ll be no use if uninformed, so, I suppose. The primary evidence wa-“

“Not now. Jesus, just tell me where to meet…”

“John?” Sherlock sounded more annoyed by John’s sudden lack of voice than concerned. He huffed, “We didn’t loose service, this is a prime spot. I’m on a roof for god sake. I can also hear you breathing. John, hello?”


John felt as if the air had been kicked from his lungs. The feeling was a sudden, horrid squeezing that he hadn’t expected. He could see Sherlock very plainly on said roof. He could pick out the way his coat flapped around him even from below. Sherlock was stood near the edge, hand pressed to the cement ledge, forensic people milling about him. Much too close to the ledge. John squeezed his eyes shut, and suddenly Sherlock was standing on the ledge, arms out, falling forward-

He opened his eyes. Sherlock was behind the ledge, not falling, phone still held to his ear. He blinked and he was falling again. John stumbled forward.


“Sh.. Sherlock, don’t-“ His words gave out to a gasp of air, and his feet were carrying him forward at a run, “Don’t-“ He tried again.

“Don’t? Don’t what?” John watched as Sherlock turned, swore he could see the confused squint. His heart lurched. He was facing the ledge now. Totally oblivious to how it looked.

“Don’t move. God, don’t move.”

John took the stairs two at a time. The elevator would be too slow, and he wasn’t sure his heart could handle that right now. You’re being irrational his mind told him, and yet his heart thudded and images of fallingfallingfalling played behind his eyelids.

He burst through the roof door, gasping and zeroing in on Sherlock immediately. Sherlock’s eyes found him just as quickly, but it couldn’t have been that hard with the speed at which John was coming at him.

Sherlock held his hands out in a frustrated manner, “What is the point of phone calls if you aren’t going to-“

The rest of his sentence got lost in John’s hands fisting the collar of his coat and yanking him away from the cement barrier, the only thing separating them from air and space and fallingfalling

Sherlock’s composure crumpled for just a moment, utter surprise breaking through at the contact. His hands came up to cover John’s as they stumbled, John nearly slumping against him. Sherlock stared hard at him, mind reeling:

Hands shaking. Anxiety. Cheeks flushed. Usually embarrassment but given trembling most likely also anxiety.

“Just- don’t stand there will you? God, just-“ John pulled Sherlock closer to himself by his jacket rather harshly, “Jesus..“ He bowed his head slightly, desperately trying to control his breathing.

Sherlock tried to steady John, tried to figure out what was wrong, assessing the situation. He added John’s sharp breathing to the list.

John had run right to him so clearly Sherlock was the source of this reaction. He backtracked to what he had said on the phone. The case. They’d only talked of the case. Not verbally triggered then.

General triggers for anxiety. They listed themselves, sparking through his skull. Verbal, Personal, Sensual, Locational-

Sherlock’s thoughts froze for a fraction of a second, then were sent reeling left, back to their phone call.

“Just tell me where to meet…”

Trail off. Tone change.

“I’m on a roof for god sake.”


Verbal and locational trigger all in response to…

His mind screeched to a halt.

“Oh, John…”

“I know.” John was breathing deeply in through his nose, fists still tight on Sherlock’s coat, “I know. I just- saw you there. Up. Near the- Jesus, I know it’s-“

“John.” John finally stopped trying to speak at the sheer softness present in Sherlock’s voice. It was so rare that he was sure he’d always stop when it made an appearance. He didn’t look up though. He could still feel an insufferable sting behind his eyes.

“I didn’t even think. I didn’t realize the… the weight of those particular- of this particular situation.” Sherlock’s fingers tightened fractionally around John’s where they had remained from Sherlock’s surprise, “I’m sorry.”

John took one more breath, exhaling harshly and then straightening, slowly letting go of Sherlock’s coat, “Right. No, it’s fine. I should be able to be on a roof with you. This is… ridiculous. Sorry.” He huffed again, blinking and finally looking up at Sherlock, “Right. Okay, the case. Sunlight, UV rays or- something, what were you saying? Shall we take a look-“

John stopped again, closing his eyes briefly at the feeling of cool fingers catching around his wrist. He looked back at Sherlock, hoping his eyes didn’t show how hard his heart was still pounding. “C’mon then.” He tried. His voice cracked a little.

“I wouldn’t. Again. You don’t have to worry.” He was taken aback by the look on Sherlock’s face. So close to desperation, “John, I don’t want you to ever think I’d… leave… you.” He seemed tentative at his choice of words. “Not intentionally. Please don’t worry.”

John stared for a moment, aware of Sherlock’s hand still around his, aware that he was real and standing before him. He was hit again with what still felt like an unreal, monumental second chance with the man who he never expected to mean so much to him.

“I’m always going to worry.” He shook his head, offering a smile that was half pain half relief, “Sherlock. I’m always going to worry.”

Sherlock let John lead him back to work this time, images of bonfires and bomb vests consuming his thoughts.

He’d always worry too.

(I. love. them. God. Thank you to this fic for finally breaking my writers block THANK YOU)

Sunlight #7

Here we go, our first day at school as a couple! I must admit, I’m really nervous. I’ve never been on a date with anyone before, so I don’t know how to act in front of everyone. Sunset says it’s as simple as walking among them any other day, but the way everyone’s staring and calling out to us, I feel a little under the spotlight.

Still, her hand is very warm. I feel… nice. My stomach is in knots, but otherwise I’m okay! I’m really okay…

Whew, this one was a bit of a victim to some trial and error, but I got there in the end! Also I noticed that Sunset’s colours were in their pre-Friendship Games contrast, so I toned that down and updated a couple other bits on her outfit.

Sunlight & Shadows ptII: Garden

Part II of the childhood AU now entitled Sunlight and Shadows.
This isn’t a fill, I guess. Drat. Haha.

Shirayuki is 8, Obi is 11.

Shirayuki carefully plucks each petal off her last daisy and sets it on her bench. She looks at her growing pile with satisfaction, and then tromps over to the bougainvillea. They’re a funny kind of flower: vivid pink tissue paper leaves with smaller, more normal looking flowers inside. She gets a handful of those, too, careful of the scary thorns that hide in the spaces between the leaves.

She adds each of them to the pot her dad bought her at the thrift store for just projects like these, and swirls them around and around with a sandbox rake. A fly buzzes over her head, interested, but she shoos it away.

By the time Obi hops over the fence, she’s collecting leaves to add to the mix.

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Vampire!Taehyung X Sorceress!Reader

Rated M: Smut 

Notes/ Warnings: Blood, Vampire!Seokjin, Implied TaeJin

Word Count: 4655

Request: Hi there! Can I request a Vampire!Taehyung au? (i’m also really particular to his red hair from Save Me, so could you mention something about that?)

A/N: Anon here’s your request for redhead Vampire Tae. This was such a good request.  If there’s anything I love more than werewolf Yoongi it’s Vampire Taehyung. It was the only request so I took a week to really think out a nice story.  You didn’t say if you wanted smut or not so I hope it’s okay that’s where I went with it.  Let me know if you liked it!!

Kim Taehyung has never been a normal vampire right from the day he was turned.  Not simply because of his unique personality.  Rather because of a genetic mutation he was unknowingly born with.  A type of Hemogenic Melanin disorder.   

Thirty four years ago your friend Kim Seokjin came banging on your door at quarter past one in the morning.  The first mistake of that evening was letting him in.  You blamed it on the rude awakening and not quite having proper brain functions when you opened the door.  You can’t even say you’re surprised to see him standing on your doorstep with an unconscious man on his back.  It hadn’t been the first time.  

Your old vampire friend has a terrible hobby of turning pretty boys into one of his kind.  Every once in awhile Seokjin will find a charming boy that suits his fancy.  Taehyung is the thirteenth or fourteenth victim from your estimates.  

Jin told you it’s to make the future heir of his fortune seeing as vampires can’t produce their own progeny.  Beside the good looks you haven’t bothered to ask what the other criteria are and you’re not sure you want to know.     

Seokjin only brought them to you if something wasn’t going right with their turning.  You don’t mean to brag but only one of them didn’t make it and that was his own fault for rejecting the help.  This time Seokjin is in another mild panic as he slumps the boy’s lifeless body onto your kitchen table. 

“Y/N I don’t know what is wrong with this one.  I think I might have drained him too much?  To the point that his hair changed color.”  You have no idea what he’s talking about but the mop of paper white hair the boy has is quite shocking.  “You’re saying he didn’t have white hair when you bit him?”  You ask running a caution few finger through the strands.  

“No, he was mostly brunette with some highlights.  It all faded white after the bite.”  Seokjin nervously fiddles off to the side while you continue the examination.  Opening his eyelids reveals that he’s not too far gone to save but also that his irises are as white as his hair.  “Well did you feed him your blood yet?”   

Seokjin looks up like you’ve already given him the cure.  “No, I thought something went wrong and came straight here.”  Typical, comes to you with his problems before trying to solve them himself.  “Well don’t leave your job half done.”  You scold him.  

He takes a dainty canine and puncture a vein of his wrist.  With his other hand he holds open the boy’s mouth.  The first few drops trickle onto his tongue and slide down for him to swallow.  The boys lips twitch then close around the life source.  

After a few long swallows, Jin pulls his wrist away.  Right away the bright eyes snap open, his back bows off the table, and takes a deep inhale.  It looks as though life had suddenly been shot back into his body.  The haunting eyes lock with yours but you aren’t afraid.  Jin is quick to hold him down before he can pounce.   

You know well that at this stage they need to fulfill their bloodlust.  Which is on of the reasons why you keep an array of blood bags in your fridge.  While Jin holds the feral vampire down you take careful steps out to the kitchen.  

Your second mistake of the evening is only having the bags of your own blood left in the fridge.  Those are usually for special occasion for Jin.  He’s told you many times that your blood is a pure delicacy that’s aged like an expensive wine.  You assume it’s all the honey you use for your age reversal spells.  

With an annoyed sigh you pick up one of the bags and bring it back to the table.  To not get too close you toss it to Jin.  The feral watches the bag like a starved dog watches a piece of meat.  Seokjin holds it to the ferals face and he’s quick to puncture the plastic casing.

The two of you watch the boy drain the whole pint.  It’s not enough for a new vampire seeing that they can drain around 10 pints in a sitting.  It will be enough to give Jin some control over the boy to get him back home.

The empty bag gets tossed to the floor.  The wild eyes are still locked on your every movement.  You notice that they aren’t quite so white anymore.  With closer inspection you can see his hair isn’t quite white anymore either.  It’s turned to a very faint petal pink color.  

Seokjin is quickly saying a goodbye and dragging the boy out with him.  The both of you staring at each other until they’re out the door.  Interesting is the last thing you think before cleaning up the room and heading back to bed.  

A few nights later, Jin brings the boy back with new information to his dilemma.  It’s quite shocking to see the boy has bright cherry red hair and cerulean eyes.  As per your original speculation those colors are affected by the amount of blood in his system.   

“Very interesting.”  You speak aloud this time.  You make circles around the boy who tries to keep his eyes on you.  With a careful hand you pluck one of the hairs from his head.  He gives a hiss like a ticked off cat but doesn’t make any other moves. 

“I forgot to introduce you properly last time.  Y/N this is Taehyung.  Taehyung this is Y/N, a very old friend of mine.”  Neither of you say a hello.  Taehyung gives a slight nod but you’re too busy examining his hair.  Seokjin sighs.  “Y/N try to make a good impression please?  It’s his first time in the presence of a human again.  Well “human.”” Taehyung looks interested at Jin’s air quotes.  

“Sorry Taehyung, I forgot to mention my friend is a sorceress.  She’s nearly as old as I am though she doesn’t look it.”  You give your friend a hard glare for that comment.  Taehyung mentally estimates you at 200 and some years old.          

By then the piece of hair in your fingers has changed to a lighter red almost pink.  You put it in a glass vial to further inspect later.  “Well I’m not sure why you thought I was a good person to socialize your new pet, but company is company.”  You lead them in to sit in the living room.  “I’m not a pet.”  The unexpected raspy deep voice makes you turn back.  

The redhead is trying his best to look intimidating but you’re not fazed.  “Oh, he does talk.”  You smile with fake surprise and continue on your way to make some tea.  Seokjin snickers and pushes Taehyung in to sit.  

It’s two years later that you get to see Taehyung again.  Seokjin stops by quite often but he hardly ever brings someone with him.  Not unless he needs a favor.  That’s the first time Seokjin talks you into being the kids babysitter while he takes his vampire naps.  To save on time and energy vampires have long sleep periods.  Those recently turned don’t need it so much but it’s not uncommon.  

Seokjin blatantly bribes you to do the job of watching Taehyung’s coffin for him while he sleeps.  Your friend knows all too well that you’ll do just about any favor for some rare ingredients and a load of cash.  

Still you have to ask why you need to watch him when Seokjin has plenty of his other boys around the house.  To which he replies that the others are getting jealous of him at home because he favors Taehyung a little too much.  Jin pats the boy on the head with a fond look.

At the present time Taehyung is here on his second sleep.  The coffin has been sitting on one of your potions tables for close to 9 months now.  You’ve practically forgotten about someone inside it.  Seokjin brought him over again but the boy was kind enough to stay awake for a day with you.  He proved somewhat helpful around the house when he wasn’t trying to get your blood.

Close to sundown you’re tinkering with a potion a few tables away from the coffin.  The attic of your home serves as your brew room since it has the best ventilation.  The cool evening breeze wafts in through the open bay window.  It’s just enough to upset the candle flames of the chandelier.  

The last bits of sunlight fade and there’s a long creak of the coffin lid opening.  You look up from your work to see Taehyung stretching and groaning.  “Had a good rest sleeping beauty?”  You comment and go back to work.  “Just lovely.”  His voice sounds thick with sleep.  

Taehyung slinks over to you in long stretching steps.  To your annoyance he lays his weight onto your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder.  “A bit of room would be nice.”  You grunt trying to reach for a vial across the table.  Taehyung easily hands it to you without moving place.   

“Still a bit sleepy and my legs feel like jello.”  He whines.  “Then sit in a chair or something.”  Taehyung hums and presses his nose below your jaw.  “But you’re comfy and I’m also quite hungry.”  You hate that the feeling of his lips on your neck gives you chills.  You push his face away and sidestep to the end of the table.  

“I’m sure you are princess peach.”  He pouts and fluffs a hand through his hair that’s a faded peach color.  At the end of the table is a blood pouch you had out for your potion but you hand it over for the hungry vampire.  He eagerly bites into the package and starts drinking away.  

Taehyung gives you a new pout when the bag is empty.  “I was hoping for your blood.”  You hold out your hand to take the empty bag but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest.  The quick motion and his lips brushing your neck again take the air out of your lungs.  “It’s still the most delicious blood I’ve ever had.  I can’t help but crave you.”  

You turn the hand he’s holding and give a short shock of electricity to his arm.  He yelps and lets you go.  “How many times have I told you I don’t hand out my precious blood for just anyone.  You got lucky that night.  It took Seokjin eighty years of friendship before I let him have it.”

There’s a lot of ways that Taehyung would like to persuade you into letting him have another taste but right now he’s still too hungry.  He hasn’t fed in months.  He just doesn’t have the patience to argue with you.  “Fine, but I’ll be back.  You’ll give into me eventually.”  The boy gripes while rubbing the shocked spot of his arm.  

He turns up his nose and saunters over to the bay window.  “Say hello to your maker for me.”  You sing-song in a fake tone.  All you get in response is a huff before he steps right off the ledge.  

A whole two months pass in peace before you hear from Taehyung again.  It’s passing on 10 PM when you’re finishing to grind up powders.  The unasked for visitor is perched on the window sill like he hadn’t left at all.  The only difference is his hair being the deep cherry red it should be.  

“Good evening Taehyung.”  You acknowledge him and put away your cleaned mortar.  “It’s really not fair that I can’t sneak up on you.”  He speaks and walks into the room.  “Sitting in plain sight on my window is sneaking?  You must be hunting some very oblivious prey then.”   

Taehyung leans on the table and fiddles with a jar.  “No, if I were hunting you, you’d definitely be dead by now.  You’re too good to be prey.  Would be nice if you at least flinched a little.”  He gives you the ever present pout.   

Ignoring his whining you put away the powder jars in the right cupboards.  “What can I do for you Taehyung.  It’s a bit too soon for you to be wanting a nap again.”  Taehyung hands you the jar he was holding.  “Noona, how could you forget.  I promised to come back didn’t I?”  

Right, you should’ve figured he would stay true to his word.  “If you’ve come back to try and get my blood the answer is still no.  Besides you don’t look like you need it.”  Taehyung slides around the table to stand closer to you.  “I always save a little room for you Noona.”  His eyebrows raise in a cocky smirk.  

You roll your eyes at the typical vampire attempts at seduction.  “Then you’ll be a little hungry for the rest of your eternal life.”  The table is cleared and with a flick of your wrist the candles of the chandelier go out and a single hand lamp candle is lit.  

“I can at least make you some tea for you troubles.”  It’s not what he wants but Taehyung follows you down the steps to the first floor anyway.  In the kitchen you use the same flick to light the other candle scattered around. 

“Why are you such a prude about your blood?  Is it because you know it’s so delicious?”  You scoff at him.  “I’m not a prude about it.  I just don’t want to be bitten up by a needy vampire.”  Taehyung would argue that he’s not needy but he knows you won’t listen. “Why is that?”            

“None of the outcomes of you biting me are appealing so I think I’ll pass.”  You answer and set the kettle of water on the stove.  “They aren’t?  I definitely wouldn’t drain you dry and if you got turned then you wouldn’t need those potions to keep yourself alive and beautiful.”  

“As tempting as that sounds I certainly wouldn’t pick you to be my master.”  Your arms cross over you chest and you fix the boy with a hard stare.  He looks very upset with your answer.  “I bet you’d let Seokjin bite you.”  He doesn’t hide the bitter tone of his voice.  

“Maybe I would.  He certainly deserves it more than you.”  You’ve never let Seokjin bite you and you’re sure you never would.  It just wouldn’t be fun to end the teasing right away.  Taehyung’s lip twitches in annoyance.  “I bet you would love for him to get his hands on you and be your master.”  

The real thought of that happening makes you cringe but you don’t let it show.  “Why don’t you tell me all about it since you have the experience.”  His lips curls further to show one of his glinting canines.  “Oh I’m sure you’d love to hear all the details, you dirty old witch.”  He takes a long menacing stride in your direction but you stand firm.  

“Bet you’d get off knowing all about how he seduced me the night I was turned.”  You’ve never wanted to hear about Seokjin seducing his prey but Taehyung does make it sound enticing.  You open your mouth to give another witty reply but the air gets caught in your throat.  In one swift move Taehyung closed the distance, arms caging you against the counter, and blue eyes staring you down. 

“Maybe I should show you instead?  Help you get off better.  I’m sure it’s been centuries since you’ve let someone touch you.”  It hasn’t been centuries but it’s certainly been a very long time.  Maybe more like decades.  He doesn’t need to know that.  “No need but thanks for the offer.”  You answer blankly.  

Of course he’s not going to give you up just like that.  “Don’t lie.  You know I can hear your heartbeat.  You might want to calm down or your old organ is going to burst.”  The smirk on his lips is really annoying you now.  “The only reason is because I’ve got a blood thirsty brat cornering me in my own kitchen.”  

His smile grows to show both long fangs.  He ducks his head to run his cold nose up your neck.  “Oh so you’re actually scared of me?  Afraid I might take what I want?”  He whispers the words into your skin, the points of his teeth scraping your pulse.  You can’t help the hitch in your breath.  

The first instinct you have is to shock him away again.  Your hands shoot up to touch him but his movements are quicker.  He’s got your arms pinned to the bottom cupboards by your wrists in the blink of an eye.  

“Now now, there’s no need to be that way.  I’m a gentleman after all.  I wouldn’t take it unless I have permission.  No matter how tempting.”  He takes a long inhale.  “You smell so good though.  So hard to resist.”  He punctuates this by running the tip of his tongue from the base of your neck to your jaw.  

Goosebumps spread along your skin and you gasp for air when he sucks the tender skin between his lips.  He licks over the bruise trying hard to taste the burst blood vessels beneath the skin.  If it weren’t for the kettle beside you whistling he might have lost his control.  

Taehyung pulls away and releases one of your hands.  With the use of your magic the kettle moves off the stove and onto the hot pad on the table.  You contemplate flinging the scalding metal at the vampire and making a mad dash for the door.  If you go through with what’s happening you’ll never hear the end of it but in the end the boy is just too tempting.  

The fire of the stove goes out and Taehyung is quick to replace his position.  He continues his work, sucking bruises into the delicate skin of your neck.  His tongue licks heavily against each one and even grazes his teeth every now and then.  He’s trying so hard to get the faintest taste of your blood in his mouth.   

Each one of his movements flutters your heart in fear and excitement.  Your hands grip roughly to the wooden cupboard door anytime you feel his teeth.  By the fifth hickey you’re openly whining.  Only the word please coming to mind even though you aren’t sure what exactly you’re asking for.  

When Taehyung feels like he really might lose his control he leans back to admire his work.  His glowing predatory eyes fix on yours.  “Y/N, let me have you.”  The tone of his voice is near feral.  You know it’s all vampire mind tricks.  Dammit you need to say no, so why are you nodding yes?  

There’s surprisingly no cocky smirk or smug look of success.  Taehyung is too wrapped up in his needs.  In a flash of movement he has you out of the kitchen and in your room.  Your vision doesn’t have time to focus in the dark room before you’re pushed onto your bed.   

Ravenous lips are sucking more marks down the other side of your neck.  A heavy body between your legs presses you into the comforter.  Cold hands running up your legs and pushing your dress along with them finally kick your brain into gear.  

The candles of your room alight so you can watch this beast ravage you.  Taehyung pulls away with the change of lighting.  He sits up on his knees and keeps pulling your dress up.  You help him pull it up over your head and onto the floor.  His eyes hungrily take in the sight of your body completely bare to him.   

Your eyes are doing the same once he’s quick to shed his own garments.  The glow of the candles make even his cold pale skin look warm and inviting.  You’d like to reach out and touch him but he beats you to it.  Long fingers slide up your legs for you to part them.  

He settles himself between your legs with his lips suckling into the flesh of your thighs.  “You’re so beautiful, you must be enchanting me.”  He mumbles more to himself than for you to hear.   

That sinful tongue of his glides right up the inside of your thigh to your pussy.  One long lick through your folds is all he needs to become possessed by your taste again.  His smooth muscle works over your clit in fast motions that have you crying out.  Your hands try to find some purchase in his long cherry locks.  

The way he moans as he eats you out seems like he’s enjoying it more than you are.  In his mind the sweet honey taste of your essence is almost as fulfilling as your blood.  If you keep it coming he’d like to eat you out for hours.  

As a way to get more of the delicious juices from you, he slips two fingers into you up to the last knuckle.  While his fingers drag along your walls, his tongue works again at your sensitive clit.  The louder your cries and the tighter the grip of your hand gets the harder he tries.  

It’s not long before the pleasure is too much and you’re cumming hard.  Taehyung pulls out his fingers but continues to lap up your juices.  It keeps the waves of your orgasm ebbing through you until you’ve settled.  

You actually have to tug his head up to get him to stop licking you.  He looks upset that you interrupted until he hears what you have to say.  “Taehyung, please fuck me.”  That catches his interest even more.  A quick shift up the bed and he’s settled with the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

You appreciate the slight pause of assurance he gives you but it’s completely unnecessary.  A small roll of your hips gives him the go ahead to slide right in.  The both of you moan out at the first full thrust.  The frigid temperature of his length is unusual but pleasurable all the same.  On his end the heat of your walls around him feels so good.  

Taehyung rolls his hips in another long slow thrust.  It’s so good but you need more.  Your buck your hips with his to prove your point.  “Think your old bones can handle if I’m rough?”  Taehyung teases.  “With the way your thighs are shaking I don’t think you’ll last very long anyway.”  You shoot right back.  

With a tsks he gets a firm hold on your thighs and presses them up and out.  He’s honestly surprised by how flexible you are.  Must be more magic tricks.  

True to his word he gets into a harsh bone jarring rhythm right away.  The speed and angle of his hips is hitting you so deep and in the perfect spot.  It’s been too long since you’ve had sex like this.  The pleasure catches up to you all to quickly.  

Trying not to cry out loudly, you bite your lip.  One of Taehyung’s rough thrusts makes your teeth slip and break the skin.  He smells the bit of blood in your mouth right away.  His hands let go of your thighs and he leans down to capture your lips with his.  The piston of his hips never falters.   

His tongue wiggles it’s way into your mouth and laps hungrily at the small cut.  He moans loudly at finally tasting even the smallest bit of your blood in so many years.  His tongue runs all around your mouth to get as much as he can.  It’s strangely erotic.   

The taste is nearly gone from your mouth as it was a small cut that quickly healed.  It’s not enough to please him.  He’s pathetically panting and whimpering into your mouth like a puppy that ate his treat too fast.  

“Please, I need more. Please, Y/N.”  He’s chanting the words with nips against your bottom lip.  You know he’s trying hard to reopen the cut but his saliva heals the wound over before it has time to.  In a lapse of sanity you decide to give him what he wants.  

Two of your fingers come up to your neck.  The secare spell in your mind makes a small cut through one of the bruises.  Hot blood instantly runs down your neck but Taehyung’s tongue is lapping it up in no time.  

His lips latch onto the cut and he begins to suck hard, drawing the very thing he craves the most from you.  The motion of his hips turn an inhuman speed.  Just the taste of your blood has him spilling clear cum into.  His whole body shivers and shakes but he still doesn’t stop his movements.  

Your fingers lace into his locks that are turning gradually a darker shade of crimson.  It’s the combination of cold hands, tongue, teeth, and cum that prove the final push for you as well.  His fingers grip tightly to your waist when he feels your walls quivering around his length.  He needs something to ground him from biting into your neck.  

His sucking and thrusting slow once you’re settled again but don’t quit.  You’re afraid he’s going to really drain you dry.  It takes another small shock to his chest to get him to finally stop and pull away.  

The two of you catch your breath and admire how you look.  Taehyung loves the flush of your cheeks, your cut and bruises, and the sated look in your tired eyes.  You take in the beautiful creature with messed crimson hair, ocean blue eyes, and lips stained kissably red.  His face changes to a dazzling smile that really takes your breath away.  

“Thank you, noona.”  He chirps then pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you.  That’s when the weight of the situation comes crashing down.  Taehyung leans on an elbow to face you.  “Told you I’d be back to get what I want.  It was awfully clever of you to think of the cut.”  He smugly remarks.  

You sit up to give him a piece of your mind but your head swims.  The movement was way too fast for how much blood you’ve lost.  You fall right back into the mattress and into Taehyung’s arms.  He was quick to catch you.  “Easy there.  Don’t try to kill yourself over it.”   

“I ought to be killing you, brat.”  You grumble.  The pout comes back on his lips.  “Kill me?  After what I just did for you?  I’m hurt.”  He fakes a pained face.  “That’s precisely the reason.  I’m going to be sore and tired for days now thanks to you.”  

Taehyung makes sure you’re comfy on the bed and gets up.  “I’ll just have to stick around to help you get better.”  He states then disappears out of the room.  “No way.  You’ll only make me feel worse I’m sure of it.”  You shout after him.  

He returns a few minutes later with a washcloth and a glass of water.  “I can’t let you be alone in case you’re bed ridden tomorrow.”  He goes to clean you up but you’re quick to snatch the cloth from him and do it yourself with a bit of your magic to help.  

Taehyung lays on the other side of you again like he belongs there.  He patiently waits for you to drink your water and get settled in the blankets.  “I’ll allow you to stay till the morning though I know you won’t sleep.”  You yawn at the end.  Sleep is pulling you in quickly.  

“You always guard me when I sleep.  Just think of it as me returning the favor.”  Taehyung moves to blow out the few candles for you.  He doesn’t get an answer as you’re fast asleep by the time he’s back in the bed.  “Goodnight, Y/N.”


Morning Weather

Dan reached his arms up and stretched, groaning a little. He peeled his eyes open a bit. Sunlight was already coming through the closed blinds of the bedroom. Looking over to his right he made out the shape of your sleeping body. The little amount of light coming into the room made it look like you were glowing. Still half asleep, Dan scooted his body closer and wrapped an arm around you. He nuzzled into the base of your neck, and you pressed back against him. Everything was calm, he could only hear you breathing softly and the occasional car going by. He lived for mornings like these, where everything was peaceful and he was with the person he loved.

Just as Dan was on the edge of falling back to sleep, something shook the bed and everyone in it. Dan grunted as a tiny foot dug into his side. You jolted awake at all the movement, too. A tiny hand smacked down on Dan’s cheek. “Daddy! Waaaake up!” Dan sighed and knew his quiet morning was gone and the day was beginning. “Ugh, why can’t you be like us and sleep until a reasonable hour,” Dan mumbled. You turned over smiling and pulled your two year old son into your arms. “Good morning Mummy!” he said in his little British accent. You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning to you, too, my little man,” you said. He only tolerated a few more seconds of you hugging him before he wiggled out of your arms and climbed into Dan’s lap. “Daddy can you cook us some breakfast? I want some pancakes!” He whined. Dan only smiled and nodded, not telling his son that he couldn’t cook for shit. Seeing the two of them together, with matching curls, your son’s hair the same light brown Dan’s had been at that age, it made your heart melt. They were your boys.

The three of you got up and started in on morning routines. Dan sat with your son in the living room and turned on some cartoons while you started cooking breakfast. While scrambling a couple eggs, you heard tiny footsteps coming toward you. “Mummy why are you making the breakfast? I wanted Daddy to do it,” he whined. You shook your head, he was already so spoiled. You turned off the stove and lifted him up. “It’s okay, baby bear, I’m just making some eggs and toast. Daddy’s gonna come in and make us the pancakes. That alright with you?” He grinned huge so a tiny dimple appeared on his face and nodded at you.

You finished making the eggs and placed them to the side then went to the living room. “Hey chef Daddy, it’s time for you to make the pancakes.” Dan looked up from his laptop with wide eyes. You smirked, “You didn’t think we forgot, right?” As he walked past you to enter the kitchen, you whispered that you’d help him out. Your son was right there running between you and Dan’s legs, saying that if you got a job then he should get a job cooking too. You told him you’d let him mix the ingredients and that he’d be the official taste tester, and he seemed satisfied with that. When Dan was done you all sat at the table with plates full of food. Like a perfect copy cat, your son ate everything that Dan ate, and when Dan started pushing his food around on his plate, he did that too. It was too adorable seeing him copying his Daddy that you forgot to be mad he wasn’t finishing his food.

After dishes were cleaned and you wiped syrup off your son’s face, together as a little family you were all sat on the sofa. You scrolled through your phone, your son was watching the television, and Dan was still answering emails. “Mummy, is Uncle Phil gonna come over today?” You ruffled his hair and he giggled. “I think so, you excited to see him?” He grinned and nodded. Dan watched the two of you interact, feeling his chest grow warm. As your son went back to watching whatever was playing on TV, Dan reached over and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He leaned in close to you, over your little Howell, and whispered “I love you”.

Tweaked the request because I already made the reader and Dan have a son, hope you enjoyed~

anonymous asked:

Hey!!!! Dumb question but what exactly is the Iliad?


The Short Version: A yarn about blokes getting shitmixed in a war over Miss Hellenic Beauty Champion because some gods thought it would be a Lol.

The Long Version: A Homeric epic poem passed down through spoken word over generations that was penned down in about 800 BC. In the mythological timeline, it ends the Age of Heroes (by wasting them all). It covers the Greek seige of Troy, a whole lotta gods Messing With Shit, a Poseidon who needs anger management, a few hundred names and lots of General Epicness ft Diomedes and Patroklus. Sit back my buddy, let’s go through a quick summary of the books.

Book 1: Apollo ghettoblasts the Greeks with Pain because Agamemescunt kidnapped his priestess Chryseis. Being a douchebag, Agadouchebag Mr Steals Yo Girl from Achilles, which leads to  in͟ten̛şȩ ͟śul͜ki͢n̶g͡ . Achilles’ divine Ma brokers a deal with the Zeus goose (not literally thank goodness, although it’s a definite possibility) so that the Greeks won’t win until they realize how fucked they are without Achilles and go crawling back to him for help.

Book 2: Zeus messes with Agafuckface by telling him to attack Troy. Agamemhoe messes with Zeus by telling his entire army to fuck off back to Greece. Odysseus, with Athena’s help, pistol-whips Agaiceheart back into place with a stick. There are 31 paragraphs of names about Greeks and 16 paragraphs of names about Trojans going to war. The epic story continues.

Book 3: The armies meet. Memealaus (sorry, Menelaus) and Paris decide to have a 1v1 to end this shindig. Paris is saved by Aphrodite and a cloud because he is a Weak Bitch, so we gear up for another 9 years and 11 months of war. Helen tells Aphrodite to go fuck Paris herself if she likes him so much, but Aphrodite threatens Godly Bitch Revenge is Helen ever talks back to her like that again.

Book 4: Menelaus gets grazed by an arrow. Like a football player with a stubbed toe, this means war. He also apparently had ‘shapely thighs and fair ankles’. Watch out for the Zeus eagle, boi. Fighting commences. Diomedes appears. He is awesome, as usual. We continue to the next chapter.

Book 5: Pretty much an entire chapter about Diomedes being a son of a gun and killing fucking everything thanks to Athena. A dude called Sthenelus gets a rock hard boner watching all of this. Aeneas thinks it’s a good idea to take on Diomedes. Mistake. Big Mama Aphrodite has to save him, also with a cloud. Diomedes hasn’t quite reached Critical Awesome yet, so he stabs Ares and Aphrodite as well. Hera calls Ares a little bitch and we carry on.

Book 6: Just a lot of death really. Diomedes was going to kill a bloke, but they realize they are family friends, so just do a little swapsie of armour. Hector gives Paris a spray for being a cowardly little bitch, Paris agrees, and they set off for battle.

Book 7: Hector decides to 1v1 and get this over with. Menelaus tries to accept, but his wingmen Restrain Him. Ajax gets picked out of a hat to fight, but after a bit of a tussle it gets dark, so the fighting pair give each other presents and go home for the night. The next day, they all take a holiday from fighting and the Greeks build a wall. Poseidon is triggered. (reason here.)

Book 8: Due to Poseidon being triggered, Zeus forbids any godly interference on both sides of the war. Hera and Poseidon bitch about Zeus as the Greeks get casually wreckt by the Trojans, but decide not to act on it. Lucky for the Greeks, the Trojans decide sleeping is better than winning, so leave off for the night.

Book 9: The Greeks hit Fuck It and decide to grovel to Achilles for help. Before they do, Diomedes gives Agasaggytitnon a spray for being a douchebag, and everyone agrees that he is indeed a douchebag. Sthenelus probably pops another boner. Back in the tent with the power pair, Achilles and Patroklus, Patroklus tries to be the polite bf to the pleading Greeks, but Achilles is still thinks Agamoomoo called him a ‘vile tramp’ so refuses to help. The drama continues.

Book 10: Odysseus and BAMF Diomedes go on a sneak mission and  heroically stab the Trojans in their sleep. They also heroically steal some horses. The epic heroism continues.

Book 11: Hector takes a leaf out of Diomedes’ book and decides to shitmix the Greeks. He successfully shitmixes the Greeks, giving Agamugface a well-deserved arm wound. Paris shoots Diomedes in the foot, but Diomedes literally does not give a shit. Some random dude gives Odysseus a bit of a stab, Ajax gets Confused By Zeus but survives, but things still look Grim. Sweetheart Patroklus sees the Grimness and decides to try and use his wiles to break Achilles out of his Uber Sulk.

Book 12: The Trojans continue to roadhaul the Greeks, which will come back to bite Hector, but we do meet a dude called Thootes. He doesn’t do shit, but his name is great. There is graphic violence, and the Trojans go to chuck a Greek ship on the barbie. 

Book 13: Poseidon rises from the sea, back being a buddy to the Greeks now the his great enemy The Triggering Greek Wall has been overcome.There is a shit ton of fighting wherein the Greeks do well and Poseidon is happy because he’s getting vengeance for his other traumatic wall experience.

Book 14: Hera sees Poseidon disobeying Zeus and getting sweet wall vengeance and while probably thinking she married the wrong brother, decides to use Titty Distraction so that the Greeks don’t get chucked on the Trojan barbie. Titty Distraction predictably works A+ and the Trojans get slightly shat on with gratuitous eyeball violence. Hector gets hit by a rock and almost has the most anticlimactic death since Amycus, who suffered death by Elbow Punch.

Book 15: Zeus wakes, calls Hera a scurvy knave and tells Poseidon to Fight Him. Poseidon does not want to Fight Him, so melts back into the ocean and stops helping the Greeks. Apollo resurrects Hector from his rock to the face and the Trojans joyously return to their mission to barbeque the Greek ships.

Book 16: Honeyboo Patroklus (still on his way to Achilles since Book 11) sees Apollo and his Brojans on the warpath and breaks Achilles’ heart with Man Tears. While Achilles and Patbroklus have a very, very long, heartfelt conversation, the Trojans start to toast the Greek ships. Achilles gives (yes gives) Patroklus his armour and tells him to fuck shit up, but not to win without him. Fighting commences, we discover the word hurly-burly, Sarpedon dies in a shower of Zeus-induced blood rain and Patroklus becomes Diomedes 2.0 until he is gang bashed by Hector, Apollo, a literal god, and some awkward random called Euphorbus. Sasstroklus delivers a final fuck you, pulls the finger at all three of his killers and blazes it down to Hades.

Book 17: Hector takes Achilles’ armour off Patroklus, marking him as target #1 for the Sulk King. The Trojans and the Greeks spend an entire chapter having a tug of war with Patroklus’ body. Ajax and Menelaus comment mildly on how Zeus is helping out the Trojans, and the god shines a bit of sunlight in chagrin for being called out. The Greeks win the tug of war thanks to Double Ajax Tactics.

Book 18: In which Achilles goes nuts. Everybody has a cry because Patroklus was a Swell Guy (seriously,as swell as a Hawaiian surf that guy). Achilles goes and therapy-screams at the Trojans, who see the mad bloke and back the fuck off -  rightfully so, as Achilles is planning some good old human sacrifice to his dead ‘rider’ Patroklus. Meanwhile, Hephaestus quick-smelts some smashing new armour for Achilles with his household robots.

Book 19: Achilles gets dolled up for battle. Agadickbutt and Odysseus try to placate the madman with gifts, including Briseis, the dame Agamemnope stole from Achilles, but Achilles’ quota of fucks has run out indefinitely. He saddles up and gets ready to fuck up his bae killer.

Book 20: Zeus R͡ELE҉ASE͜S̵ ͝T̀H͜E͡ ́ǴO̷D͞S͝ and lets them play for whichever team they like, so long as Achilles doesn’t sack Troy just quite yet. It’s probably a friendly game similar to football in god terms. Athena invents the spear boomerang, Hera and Poseidon do some casual sunbathing, while Achilles paints the town red rather literally. 

Book 21: Achilles finds men too weak and decides to take on a literal river (Scamander). Achilles realizes this was A̴ B̸ad ̶I͜de͟a͡ and decides he’ll stick to men. We’re not sure whether Diomedes would have backed off from a river, but I guess we’ll never know. Apollo saves a dude called Agenor from Achilles molestation and in doing so also saves the Brojans. The epic story continues.

Book 22: Apollo says surprise Achilles, tricked ya into chasing me boi, I’m immortal. Achilles stares him dead in the eye for a full minute then says ‘fuck you’ and rides off back to Troy. Hector decides it’s time for another 1v1, but at the last minute considers that this idea was insane and fuckin legs it. Achilles chases Hector around the wall of Troy three times presumably to this soundtrack. Hector finally stops to fight, and thanks to the Athena Spear Boomerangᵀᴹ, Achilles avenges his Patroklus. Hector performs the minor miracle of talking whilst having a spear sticking out of his throat before he dies, then Troy’s hero gets roadhauled and everyone is Sad. 

Book 23: Ghost Patroklus pays Achilles a visit, like a sexy Obi wan Kenobi and tells Achilles to bury him already. Patghostklus also beseeches that their bones be laid (ha) together when Achilles inevitably gets fucked on by Fate. Achilles says of course bby I was gonna do that anyway, and tries to make out with a ghost, but this isn’t a Whoopi Goldberg type deal, so Patroghost gets sent back down under. They put the fun in funeral by having games and giving out toasters and such as prizes.

Book 24 (The End): After ‘yearning after the might and manfulness of Patroklus’, Achilles continues to roadhaul Hector until Apollo gives his fam a spray about the dishonour of it. Hera says he’s only mortal scum so who gives a fuck and Zeus says chill wife and commands Achilles to RE̵L͘E̡A̷S͢E ̴T́HȨ H̀ȨC̕T̵O̷R͡ (sorry I can’t help it). With Hermes as a bodyguard, Priam (Hector’s dad) goes to get the body back. Achilles and Priam have a man-cry bonding moment over Dead Loved Ones, Hector is whisked off to be buried and there ends the Iliad! There’s none of the ankle-shooting, wooden-horse-building shenanigans in there, they all come in later texts such as the Aeneid and Ovid, although I still can’t find the exact text where Achilles gets shot. If y’all know, send me the link ;)  I fucking found it nvm

Anyhoo, that was…Jeez, that was The Iliad (aka the longest post in existence). Well, my retold, abridged more slightly less serious version.It’s definitely worth a read, if you can get past all the names!

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Request: Can you please write a Namjoon smut about your honeymoon night with him?! Thanks!

a/n: this is so cute to me tbh, I LOVE MY baby :( PLS READ IT

The evening was off to a perfect start.  You had just married the love of your life, the wedding was beautiful, your families and friends were there to witness and support you through everything, and you couldn’t be happier.

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Reasons why some people don’t like Yennefer

Having been part of the witcher fandom for more than a year now I have had all the time I needed to watch the never ending waifu war between Triss fans and Yen fans. And I’ve read a lot of things. Among other things, Triss fans saying again and again and again that “normal” people should choose Triss and that the one choosing Yen must have some kind of serious issues. On the other side, Yen fans seem so often desperate about the fact that the other team doesn’t see Yen’s true self and vulnerable side. I’ve also read so many times Triss fans saying that we don’t see Yen’s flaws and can’t stand it when people point them out. Today as a Yen fan (who happens to like Triss as well by the way, but this is not the point), I’m trying an experiment. I’ll try to find an answer to the “how can people not like Yennefer” question.

Well first I think that it was intentional from the very beginning. And when I say beginning I’m not talking about the games. Sapkowski himself stated that he never intended to write Yennefer as a likable character, as a character who would “please the reader”. And indeed to be honest Yen can be hard to like.
First because she hides who she is very well behind a cold and emotionless mask. And thing is, a lot of people won’t try to look beyond that mask, simply because a lot of people think that actions define who you are as a person. So if you act cold then you are cold. If you don’t show emotions then you don’t have them. If you pretend you don’t care, then you don’t. But fact is, life is not that simple. A lot of people actually hide their emotions in order to protect themselves, we all do to some extend. Yen is a master at that game and who could blame her knowing her past? That is a side of her personality to which I very strongly relate because I’m very much the same. For this reason maybe, I have become very good at noticing masks and people who use them and I always try to see beyond those masks. It’s something I do naturally, without even realizing it. And there are two things I learned from it : first, people who use masks and hide who they are at first are usually great people and they are worth the trouble, and second : some people will never be able to, or want to look beyond the masks. For that reason, to some people Yennefer will never be more than the cold, bossy woman you can see when you first meet her. And maybe they are not entirely wrong, because in a way Yen IS that cold, bossy woman, in her actions she is in any case. Plus I think it is not entirely wrong to say that what you choose to show the world about yourself defines you in a way. But I still think some people are missing half the information they need to see the big picture.

I know what some of you will think at that point : “But I’m pretty sure I understand Yennefer perfectly and I still don’t like her”. Well I think that’s very possible and once again very intentional. Because let’s face it, even beneath the mask Yennefer is not perfect at all. I love that character very much. I love how strong and resilient she is despite all she has been through. I love her self confidence probably because I would like to have a little bit more of that myself. I love the way she is willing to give everything she has and everything she is for the people she loves because I’m very much the same and can really relate to that. I love her wits, I love her sarcastic sense of humor. I love how smart she is, how much she loves to learn things, how good she is at teaching other people. I think she really has a good heart too, and as a matter of fact there are several examples of her randomly helping strangers in the books.
That being said I understand very well that there are downsides to all that. I understand that her self confidence can be seen as arrogance, especially when it leads her to make mistakes or to think that her way of getting things done is necessarily the best. I get that some people don’t like sarcasm. I know that sometimes Yen will see some sacrifices as « necessary » to protect the people she loves and will not hesitate to make these sacrifices and I get that some people will see that as selfish.
And I think all of this is great. I think it shows that the character is very realistic and very well written. Because here’s a fact : one cannot please everyone. The thing you love about someone could be the very reason why some others will dislike that person. And I love the fact that this is true of Yen (and every single character in the witcher books). I love that Sapkowski took that HUGE risk. Because yes most writers, especially fantasy writers, will prefer to write their main characters as unrealistic to make sure that every single reader out there will like them and thus like the book. Either that or they will write about a huge cast of characters, because when you write about a lot of characters every reader can find one they like (that would be, let’s say G.R.R Martin’s style). Sapkowski didn’t do any of that. He kept a small cast of three main characters and yet decided to write them as flawed, and realistic, and somehow not entirely likable. And I admire him for that, it makes me love his writing and Yen as a character even more.

So yes, Yennefer cannot be liked by everyone who reads the books, that’s a fact, but what about the games. Well even though the games are not perfect regarding the way they wrote her I think overall they did a really great job, and to some extend everything I’ve said so far about the books stays true in the games. But I also think that CDPR’s take on the universe gave people more reasons not to like Yennefer, artificial reasons this time.
First, well obviously Yen is not in the first two games and CDPR presented in those games the Triss romance as “obvious” without giving the player any background from the books. I must say that I have played the games first and well I kinda liked Triss and I kinda liked the romance with her. I wasn’t THAT much of a fan, it wasn’t one of my all time favorite ships, but well it was kinda nice. And even though I didn’t think the chemistry between Triss and Geralt was that great I still thought of Yen as a bit of an intruder before playing the third game. So I can very well imagine the way some people, the ones who were really invested in the Triss/Geralt relationship, felt about it. I mean it happens to me sometimes when I play a new game, or read a new book to kinda “hope” that it won’t be that great because I want my old favorite stuff to still be my favorite and I feel kinda guilty about feeling otherwise. It’s stupid maybe, but I get that sense of loyalty to something you like very much. And in order to protect that love you have for the old stuff sometimes you voluntarily don’t see how great the new stuff is. I’m not saying here that all Triss fans still prefer Triss because they are being reluctant to let go of her and see how great Yen is. But I think it does have an impact on the way some people see Yen as a character. I think they “have” to dislike Yen in order to make sure that she won’t interfere with their canon romance, with the picture they have in mind.

Finally, I think unfortunately that the games have had an impact on the way people see the books, and this is the thing that makes me just a little bit sad. Because the last point I think is relevant to understand the way people see Yen is the fact that everyone is reluctant to change their opinions on things. Once you think you know something and have made up your mind about how you feel about that thing it takes a very open minded person and some kind of courage and effort to change your point of view. And even though I really like CDPR’s take on Yennefer, I do think that they didn’t show the entire picture. And I’ve seen so many people reading the books after having played the games and taking their opinion on the characters with them and transposing those opinions into the books and having an interpretation of the books which is in some way based on the games. And I think it’s a shame. Because fact is, whether you like the books or the games better is up to you BUT the games are based on the books, not the other way around. Meaning that CDPR’s characters are an adaptation of the books characters, they are CDPR’s view on the characters. So transposing CDPR’s characters into the books is a little bit like choosing deliberately to see only one side, one interpretation of the characters instead of seeing the whole picture and making your own interpretation. It’s a bit like seeing the sunlight through a green glass and then being able to only see it through that same glass even though you are missing on a whole part of it. Or to use Sapkowski’s own words it’s like mistaking the stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

I have to add there that I don’t intend to start yet another waifu war with this post, I’m not blaming anyone, just trying to understand the way people see Yen as a character and how the games can have an impact on the way people see the books. I am fully aware that this is not a one sided thing, that some Yen fans also have a need to dislike Triss for some reason, that some of them won’t like her in the games because of the books, or the other way around and that could probably make a topic for another post just like this one. This post only intended to make people reflect on the issue so please read it with an open mind.

just-some-writer  asked:

I have a world in my novel that being investigated for terraformation. It's a large moon (slightly smaller than Earth) orbiting a gas giant. It's tidal-locked to its planet. Would the planet-facing hemisphere have a different climate than the non-planet-facing hemisphere? I currently have it written that the outward-facing side is more temperate, while the other is much warmer. But that just struck me as a fun idea and I don't actually want to use it if it's weird or implausible. Thanks!

Note: the following is for the moon to support life-as-we-know-it (carbon-based, some type of DNA or analogue, etc). Silicon-based life or other exotic life could live in very different environs..

A habitable moon orbiting a gas giant (which we will call the primary) would require both the gas giant primary and the habitable moon to have certain characteristics.

For analysis, lets assume the primary is a Jupiter-sized gas giant. We’d have to move it closer to it’s star than Jupiter is in our system, so there would be enough heat from the star to keep the planet habitable. The additional heat from the primary will help so we don’t have to move it as close to the star as we otherwise might.

This would make your primary a ‘hot Jupiter’ - a gas giant that orbits close to it’s star. We know of a lot of hot Jupiters in nearby systems.

Having an Earth-sized moon isn’t a stretch at all. The second largest moon in our Solar system is Titan, a moon of Saturn. It has a radius of 2575 km, about half the size of the Earth. It also has an atmosphere - one made of nitrogen, methane, and hydrogen. Ick, but this shows that a large moon with an atmosphere is possible.

The biggest danger to your habitable moon is the primary’s magnetosphere. This is the magnetic field generated by the primary. Although this magnetic field will help shield your moon from cosmic rays and radiation from its star, it also traps a lot of radiation particles and keeps them close to the primary - like Earth’s Van Allen Belts but much, much bigger and powerful. On moons close to the primary, that’s enough radiation to kill everything. Jupiter’s inner moons are orbiting inside a giant microwave oven.

To have a life-bearing moon, we need to do one of two things to it - preferably both to be on the safe side: move the moon outside of the radiation belts of the magnetosphere and/or give the moon it’s own magnetic field.

As your moon is about Earth-sized, it probably has a rotating iron core. It’ll have a magnetic field, but lets place it outside the primary’s radiation danger zone just to make sure.

For Jupiter, the safe distance is about 1.5 million km. So, lets put your moon at the orbit of Callisto at 1.8 million km. At this distance, what little radiation your moon gets from the primary’s belts is blocked by the moon’s magnetic field.

Good call on the moon being tidally-locked to its primary. Jupiter’s and Saturn’s largest, closest moons are tidally-locked to their primaries (including Callisto). What this situation will do is make your moon’s day-night cycle quite a bit more interesting than just sunlight and darkness.

As the above mages shows, your moon will have a varying amounts of illumination - a time where only the star is visible (true day), a time where both star and primary is visible (brighter day), a time where the primary only is visible (false day), and a dark time where neither primary nor star is visible (true night). The moon will have a day length equal to the time it takes to orbit it’s primary.

Putting your moon at the same, safe distance as Callisto, it will orbit it’s primary in about 16.5 Earth days, so the moon’s ‘day’ will be just under 400 hours. If your moon orbits in the same plane that the primary’s orbit is in (and it probably does, cause that’s how most orbits work), you’ll have a short eclipse of the star by the primary every day for a couple of hours. Indeed, it’ll happen at local noon.

The tidal-locking of your moon probably wont have much of an effect on the planet’s environment. The side pointing towards the star will get really hot, seeing 200 hours of daylight, but it’ll cool off at night. The heat from the star will have much more impact than the heat form the primary. 

A good atmosphere and oceans (like Earth’s) will do a lot to spread the heat across the planet more evenly. It’ll probably have more extreme days and nights than Earth, but probably not enough to make living there too difficult.

Of course, the view from your moon would be spectacular. The primary will hang in the same spot in the sky looking about nine times the diameter of Earth’s full moon. It’ll be dozens of times brighter than the full moon, as well.

tl;dr:  Your setup is quite plausible and believable, and you’ve got the basics pretty good.. There is nothing known that would make such a setup implausible.

Hey, if it’s good enough for the Rebels…

in the house that moves

pairing: reader x young k

genre: howl’s moving castle inspired au

word count: 2,412

note: the first addition to my day6 x studio ghibli collection which will consist of one-shots or multi-part fics. pt 2 is in the works! keep an eye out :’)

In a field of tall viridescent blades, he laid un-bothered enjoying the sun’s warm rays against his olive skin. His eyes which were closed for the most part, opened to reveal a pair of chocolate orbs that gazed at the skies, watching the clouds gradually pass by. He hummed a soft melody, the wind lightly blowing his navy fringe, strands of hair shimmering among the verdure.

In the distance, the faint sound of a whistle rendered him silent, his arm rising in the air, hand opening in wait for something to land in it. The harmonious whistle grew louder and soon there was a paper bird fluttering above his fingertips before it nestled itself against his palm. The male exhaled with a sigh and opened the lifeless bird, reading a fancy letter from no other than the king of the land he resided in.

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