‘Cause we’re a million worlds apart I don’t know how to start. You’re 22!!! It’s been nearly a year since I had the pleasure of discovering your blog along with the hp fandom and tumblr, and it has honestly been one of the best things that have happened in my life. You managed to pull me from the imagines part of the fandom to the rp one and I’m so so grateful. Augh I love you so much and I can’t even begin to describe what a sweet, dorky, amazing person you are. Though you frequently accredit it to the makeup and lighting, you are truly a beautiful person on the inside and outside. You’re so creative and ingenious; you make me proud to be a ravenclaw. I’m jealous of your beautiful singing voice and your confidence in yourself to post what you want, simply because you love it. At this point, I’m rambling, but I love you Emily grace and don’t you dare forget it. Until the very end.
The first thing that Laindawar noticed when he had first laid eyes on Muil was how her eyes gleamed. A mixture of sadness and mirth. The longer he spent time with her the more this was confirmed.
This Avari had a duality to her, a bitter sadness inside of her and a mirth and happiness that was rare in the eldar he knew. Most were weary from their long lives and all the sorrows they bore.
That was what he noticed when he saw her sitting down in the moor (she was also still troublesome). Her long, brown hair floating out around her on the ground. She had taken the mass down from its usual preparation. She was gazing at the sky; leaning back against her hands as she did so. The only change in her posture was that her ears swiveled towards him as he came from the direction of camp.
Without speaking he sat down beside her. His back towards her as he looked out towards the small pond. In the distance the mountains loomed and a small forest grew behind them. Another small pond was enshrined in the forest. He had found it when he was scouting out the area.
The silence between them was peaceful. Off in the distance the sun was low in the sky casting a beautiful, warm light over the valley. The flowers opened around them greeting the coming of Tilion. Releasing their sweet scent in the valley.
It also meant that Meluiwen was still asleep. Her gentle snores coming from the direction of the cart. A tent thrown over it too shelter the child from the elements.
Near the wagon was Kara who was sharpening her ax. Every once in a while she would glance towards the tent. Laindawar was unsure if it was because the dwarrrowdam did not trust the orc-child. If this was the case she was wary of her. It could also be she was curious about the orc-child. He didn’t see the point in asking anyway. It was not like he had a reason to pry.
A gentle rustling and then warmth pressed against him. His heart sped up as Laindawar could only imagine one thing that would cause such a warmth. She was resting her head against his back.
“What is on your mind Pigenor?” she asked. Sensing that something was off with him. Her eyes darting over the scene in front of them. A smile gracing her features as she espied the nervous way Kara acted. She sensed no malcontent towards her child and figured that Kara was curious and did not want to admit it.
He felt his face heat up. Her hands were moving through his hair. Brushing it out with idle strokes of her hand. Shivers raced up his spine. This was new to him, no one besides his family had dared such a thing before.
He did not answer her. Instead he looked up at the changing sky. Admiring the way the colors changed as the sky waited for the sun to set.
She didn’t feel ruffled by his lack of a response. Instead she was busy with the thoughts of her own mind. She was in a difficult mood again. A longing stirring inside of her. She was so tired of being lonely. Sharing so much time with mortals had changed her. She had attached her heart to so many and when they passed on it tore at her. Unlike many who would have long ago faded or wearied from the grief Muil stood form. Unmovable in her resolve to save the world.
But with this endurance came the desire for something more tangible. Someone who she could share her thoughts and feelings. Someone whom she could share her soul without fear of them slipping through her fingers. For like all the eldar she could die of a broken heart - and that is not how she planned to end her days at all.
Unwilling to stop herself as she mused she brushed his Laindawar’s hair. Trying with her desperate thoughts to content herself with this small intimacy.
Laindawar said nothing. Instead he smirked and continued to watch the sky. He too enjoyed the comfort of her touch. It reminded him of his family and that soothed him. He missed his brothers and his father more than he cared to admit.
Soon though Muil found herself feeling rather puckish. A mischievous light filling her storm-silver eyes. Could she get a rise out of him? Her hands moved from his hair to his ears. Running the tips of her fingers over them as she knelt behind him. Bending down she nipped the tip of one of his ears. Biting it and lavishing the tip with her tongue. A trick she used to do to her sisters to instigate them. A giggle escaping her as she felt him stiffen. Her fondest wish was that it had worked!
Not wanting to stay and see how he would retaliate she stood up and hurried off. She moved with a fleet grace towards the forest. She did not want to act like a child in front of the others. But she needed this release.
Yet, as soon as she moved out of sight and hearing of the rest of the group she felt the air escape her lungs. She squeaked as she was brought to the ground with an audible thud.
Laindawar was on top of her in a heartbeat. Pinning her beneath him he snarled at her. His ears red as he gazed down on her, a fire burning in his blue eyes.
She regretted her decision in this instant. Her eyes widening as fear washed over her. How would this small, but much stronger, elf react?
“Turnabout is fair play.” he reprimanded before he bent down and licked the shell of her ear. A smile of triumph gracing his features as he noticed the glazed over look in Muil’s eyes.
Laindawar could not bring himself to move as he looked down at her. Worry worming its way into him even though his face remained impassive. He was unsure of what to do in this situation. Had he upset her in some way? Did he trigger something? His worry began to blossom like kudzu vines. Sweat starting to bead on his brow.
Pushing herself up against him she touched her ear a nervous half-smile on her lips. A giggle then escaped her. Turnabout was fair play and she was glad she had not upset him. She had a moment when she had remembered being tackled by her sister Gilrin when she did it to her. A sweet memory that brought a wistful smile to her lips.
Reaching up she trailed her fingers over his neck. And then she giggled. “I’m not as sensitive as you are .” she admitted. His ears were red after all and she was very sure hers were not. As she had done this many times with her family she was actually positive hers were not red.
Staring down at her he leaned down and bit her ear this time. Deciding that if she was going to state that he was going to prove her wrong! This elicited a squeal from the much taller elf. Writhing under him she giggled with uncontrollable mirth and bucked hard; breaking away. Laughter blossoming from her as she sprinted off towards the pond.
She slid to a stop and turned around. Colliding with him again with an oomph. Then she rolled them over. Straddling him she continued to giggle. Mirth filling her to the brim.
Running her hands over his armor she started untying it with deft fingers so she could reach his ribs. His laughter soon filled the air and he was a writhing, giggling mess under her. Her eyes glittered with joy at the sound of his laughter. He was so ticklish! This was something she would use in the future…
Her hands stilled as she glanced over towards the pond. A gasp of wonder escaping her. Her hand flying to her lips as she saw a star shoot across the sky.
Laindawar wheezed as he caught his breath. His face was red from the force of his laughter. Reaching up he started to run his hands up her side to try and get her back.
“Laindawar look!” she whispered. Excitement in her voice. He followed her gaze. His blue eyes widening as he saw the stars shoot across the sky.
He laid there watching them for a while before he found that his gaze wandered over to her.
He couldn’t help but smile a softening gracing his features as he saw the excitement in her eyes. She was so vivid and emotional. A bright spot in the world that had for so long been tainted with darkness. She wasn’t afraid to love, and learn, and above all she was true to herself. She was vivacious and full of life and he-
Shaking his head he looked back out at the sky.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before Trethril?” he asked his voice soft. He wanted to change the course of his thoughts and he knew the best way was to engage her in conversation.
“A few times.” she answered. Her voice soft and filled with her wonder. “I was very small when I saw it the first time. My father took me out to show me the stars as they were flung from sky.”
Her voice broke and she looked away from the shower. Looking down at Laindawar she managed to smile. Her eyes filled with tears. “It is one of my favorite memories of my father.”
Laindawar was unsure with how to comfort her. But, he decided, it would be best for her to talk to him about herself. She rarely spoke about herself. Instead she spent her days
Wiggling out from under her he sat up next to her. So now at least he could look her in the eye. “Tell me about your family Baralineth.” he stated. Not giving her an once of room to change the subject.
Blinking she looked over at him. “You are quite the dictator you know that Laindawar?”
Tears filled her eyes as her mind turned towards the bittersweet memories of her family. She had not talked to anyone about her family in many years. She had not even seen them in an age. Where they even alive?
A voice told her she would find out soon. They would have to pass through the Hisildi stronghold of Celeblas in the Tinnutaur.
Yet, sensing he was not meaning to be so demanding she nodded and laid down. Resting her head on the ground next to his legs.
Gazing up at the night sky she felt her eyes turn towards her favorite constellations. The stars were twinkling with their beautiful light above them.
“To begin my father was a great Hisildi. His name was Noruinvion and he was tall and dark. It has been said that I have inherited his smile and eyes.” she admitted with a wistful smile. Images of her father laughing and holding her, her siblings, and her mother filled her head. She swore at times she could smell his warm musk if the night was clear. If their was one person she missed most it was her father, her namesake.
“He met my mother when she was appointed to be the ambassador for the Kalondi. Her name as a maiden of her father’s house was Norgalades. She was fierce and fiery but she was unbreakable in her steadfastness. So much so that my father, even before he wedded her called her Thalawesbes and to this day that is the name she goes by.” Smiling she reached out and took a lock of Laindawar’s hair. Twirling it around her fingers. Soothing herself with it’s texture and the fact she was keeping her hands busy.
Then Muil continued, “They were happy for an age. But, as much as they longed for it a child would not come easily for them. Many times she felt a child take root but…well…some things are not meant to be.“ She looked up at Laindawar, her eyes gleaming. His jaw was set and the muscles there taunt. She fought the urge to run her fingers over them. To urge him to relax. She resisted this though. Instead, she continued her story. "But then, my mother was not feeling well. I have been told that she grew most joyous as she realized that I was strong enough to endure.”
“And beyond.” Laindawar mused as he gazed down at her. Relishing in secret that happy, joyful look in her eyes as she talked of her family.
“And beyond.” She agreed. Her gaze meeting his filling her with warmth. “My little sisters came twenty-five years later. Imagine the surprise when my mother gave birth to twins! She who had endeavored for so hard and so long to bring one child into the world was now blessed with three! When I was older my mother confided in me she knew she carried twins. But, she wanted to suprise my father and she was scared that this pregnancy wouldn’t end well.“
Shaking her head as if to ward of a memory she turned her focus. "My sister’s names are Gilrin and Tinnuien. And oh, they were the pride of my life. I helped bring them into this world.” she admitted with a grimace. “I was twenty-five and my mother and I were walking in the woods and boom. They decided to come early. They have always been impetuous.”
“My little brother was much the same. He was such a shock.” Laindawar admitted.
“You have a sibling?” she asked incredulously. Her voice filled with wonder. "I cannot imagine a world with more people who act like you.”
“I have two. They are named Laerophen and Legolas.”
“Do they act anything like you?” she asked.
“Are you trying to insult me?” he demanded to know. Stiffening as he prepared himself for a verbal bout.
“Never.” she answered, a lazy smile gracing her lips. “I am simply curious to know about your family as well.”
“I will tell you about them later.” he finally acquiesced, relaxing once again.
Nodding Muil started to lazily braid his hair. She scooted up so she could rest her head on his lap.
“Have you any niblings?” she asked. Curiosity about his family filling her. “What of your mother and father since you will not tell me yet of your brothers.“
“I have a brother-in-law if that counts.” Laindawar muttered. “His name is Gimli.”
“That is not an Eldar name is it?” she inquired.
“No. He married a dwarf.” Laindawar stated, his eyes hardening as he gazed down at her. Waiting to see how she would react.
“Amazing.” she whispered in disbelief.
“You are disgusted?” he demanded to know. Worried that she meant something sinister by her comment as her face was unreadable.
“Why would I be? For me race means little. I mean, think about it Pigenor. I am raising an orc..” she answered. Her fingers moving soothingly over his hair. "Meluiwen is the child of my heart. I was there from the beginning with her. Why would your brother marrying a dwarf bother me in the least? Use that mind Pigenor.” she teased.
“You must tell me that tale sometime.” Laindawar stated as he decided to ignore that poke at his pride.
“I will Pigenor. But you must also tell me of your parents sometime. I am insatiable to know more about your people.”
With a slow hand he started to smooth her hair. He nodded once as he brushed her long hair out of her face. “That seems fair.”
“Indeed.” She answered. Then she buried her hands again in his hair. A gentle tug and she pulled him down to her. Her eyes closing as she kissed him. Her lips quivering as the fear of rejection flowed through her. She was joyful at the same time that she had found someone to talk to. This had come to show itself in her desire to kiss him. And being as impetuous as her sisters she had done just that.
Before he could react he heard Meluiwen. She was calling for Muil and, of course Muil was up and walking back towards the camp. Yet she did stop once. Turning to look at him she smiled.
“Come on Pigenor.” she called.
When the elves returned to camp Kara didn’t even have to glance over at Jeri to know they were smiling ear to ear. How by Mahal did they know what was going on between those two?
Reaching into her worn, leather coin purse she withdrew ten gold coins. Walking over to Jeri she slapped the coins down into their outstretched hand.
“Why are there stwicks and leaves in yoo hair Mommee?” Meluiwen asked.
“I fell dear.” Muil answered gently.
“Zhen why is there stwicks and weaves in ‘Aindywar’s hair?”
“He was the cause of the fall so I took him down with me.” she answered with a bright smile.
Laughter caused Muil to look up. Her eyebrow raised as she looked at Jeri who was cackling with laughter.
“What is so funny Master Jeri?” she asked, her eyebrow quirking with confusing. “Did I say something?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Jeri quickly answered. Wiping the tears of mirth from their eyes.
Shrugging Muil carefully picked up Meluiwen and smiled. “You, my dear, need a bath.”
“So you do to Mommee!” she answered. Hugging her mommy tightly. “And so does ‘Aindywar!” she retorted as she pointed at the elf who was staring at Jeri with a gaze that could have killed.
Jeri was still smiling.
“You are going to have to talk to me later about this development ‘Aindywar’” Jeri stated as they caught their breath.
“You can go fuck a cantankerous goat.” Laindawar shot out.
Thankfully at that point Meluiwen was out of earshot. Still, Muil would have to have a serious discussion with them later about what was appropriate to say in front of a child.
Kalondi - Another people of the Avari. They live near Harad and the South. They are deeply in love with the desert and all it’s dangerous beauty. Tinnutaur - The great forest where the Hisildi live. It means Star Forest. It was named thus as it is a jungle. The floor has bio-luminescent plants that make it look like there are stars in it. It is considered quite lovely by many of the Avari. It is the childhood home of Muil and it is massive. Celeblas - The Capital of the Hisildi realm. This was not the original capital as that was laid under siege by Sauron. He gutted the Hisildi by attacking them there and weakened them. Now there are so few of Hisildi left.
Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer): SLYTHERIN
Slytheirns value cunning and ambition. Even in her earliest days as an apparently ‘mousy’ novice, Willow demonstrates a penchant for both . Remember in the very second episode, she leverages her knowledge of computers to trick Cordy into deleting a project? Under the polyester, scales have always lain.
For Willow, knowledge means power, a means to an end. There’s a reason they call it witchcraft; Willow is interested in magic predominantly for the power she creates for herself. Possibly only next to Buffy, Willow’s arc centers the most on her relationship to power.
Futhermore, Slytherins are also fervently protective of “real” friends, to quote the Sorting Hat itself. From s4 onwards, it became a season staple for Willow to go on a rampage of some sort fueled by the loss of someone dear.
hi! so you said youre chinese and since majority of the yoi fandom said that yoi gave people a good representation with all the characters from different countries, did you feel that way too?
Hi anon! The short answer to your question is no. But honestly what does good representation mean these days? If I make a comic featuring characters who are from all over the world but base them each on a specific character archetype and give them minimal character development, is that good representation? Because that’s what yoi did as far as I’m concerned, especially in regards to Guang Hong, who I suppose is the one you’re asking about specifically since he’s the “Chinese skater”. Imo his character is pretty one-note and boring, and frankly he gets so little screen time that most of the time I forget he exists.
(Sidenote: There was a post floating around that talked about how “revolutionary” Guang Hong is for China’s gender roles (ah here it is) which just made me really confused because he’s honestly…not, and I explain more about why he isn’t in this reply.)
I guess my stance on this is similar to my stance on other yoi-related questions, which is that if you think yoi is really diverse representation and you think it represents you, then good for you. But it’s hardly new when we’ve already had anime like, Tiger and Bunny, Shaman King, Afro Samurai, Uchuu Kyoudai, Samurai Champloo, and Fullmetal Alchemist, which also feature “diverse” characters and, in some cases, gives them better character development than yoi does.
Edit: Also… “representation” in anime/manga is such a complicated topic because once again, my brain goes into “how Japanese ppl see it” vs. “how non-Japanese anime fans see it”, because tbh I don’t consume anime/manga looking for Chinese representation. Even when there are Chinese characters my brain rarely registers them because they’re, as I call them, “Chinese within a Japanese frame of mind”. The only exceptions have been characters like Ling Yao in FMA, but honestly FMA’s special and Arakawa Hiromu is a genius who actually understands systems of racial/ethnic suppression. Btw did you know that the Ishvalan conflict is based on the oppression of the Ainu people? No, well now you know. Which also leads me to my next point; I’m personally more interested in the representation of Ainu, Ryukuan, Burakumin, mixed-race and mixed-ethnicity Japanese, and non-white foreign Japanese nationals/immigrants in Japanese media, because these are groups that exist in Japan that don’t get a lot of representation.
Edit #2: Additionally, I’m interested in how certain groups are represented in certain contexts within Japanese historical non-fiction and fictional works. So when looking at Chinese representation in Japanese media, I’d be looking at let’s say Chinese-Japanese representation in Japanese settings or Chinese representation in works covering Japanese imperialism in China, or the representation of Chinese-Americans in Japanese works taking place in the US (eg. Banana Fish).
Edit #3: Arghhh I keep thinking of things to add to this answer. I guess what I’m trying to say is that yoi representation doesn’t interest me, but the way that that representation is received does. Even though tumblr ppl saying “omg it’s so diverse” about yoi makes me raise my eyebrows really really high, it does also make me think about the implications of non-Japanese ppl trying to find representation in anime/manga.