gypsy speaks

Originally posted by warmth-and-wishes

Fluffy Pennywise x Reader Senario

Kinda long, but I hope you like it! I wanted to write more SoftyWise stuff. :) If you have any requests let me know!❤️

  • The first time you met Pennywise it was raining. You had missed the bus and had to walk to your work/school without an umbrella.
  • Pennywise appeared in his ‘human form’ and offered you an umbrella. He had been watching you from a distance for quite some time. He didn’t want to scare you away.
  • For some reason he just wanted to get close to you. To be, near you.
  • You were standing under the overhang of the library, waiting for the worst of the down pour to pass. It was a summer rain storm, that had suddenly come on.
  • “Aren’t you going to be late?” A soft voice called from just behind you. You turn to see a tall, well dressed and very handsome man.
  • “Excuse me?” You manage, taken back by being talked to by such a handsome stranger.
  • “For work/school, I could tell by your uniform..” He smiles. God, it makes his blue eyes twinkle as they fix upon you. “Why, now it’s already almost nine thirty..” he glances down at his watch.
  • “I guess I’m going to be late today.. I have no extra clothes, so I’m waiting for it to pass.” You gesture to the rain, that was still steadily pouring down.
  • “Well..If you will allow me.” He smiles, it’s a goofy crooked smile, and it makes your heart flutter a moment.
  • “I will walk with you, I just so happen to work in the office building, across the street from yours.” He pulls out a large black umbrella from the bag he has strapped over his shoulder.
  • You normally wouldn’t go walking with a complete stranger. But this man, everything about him seemed to draw you in. You figured you’d probably never get the chance again.
  • How he looks at you, with such knowing and kindness. You felt warm in every part of your body, just with his gentle gaze.
  • “I-I, well, I..thanks so much.” You manage, he chuckles a bit, at your apparent blush. He motions for you to come closer and the two of you begin to walk down the street.
  • The patter of rain against the umbrella is musical, and he laughs, almost giggles in delight.
  • You wonder how someone can seem so familiar, moments from meeting them.
  • “So May I ask.. what is your name?” His eyes again shift to your face, as he asks. It is then that you realize he has a slight accent.
  • Truthfully this is Penny trying to maintain his “normal human voice” but to you, it seems charming and almost musical.
  • “I’m y/n.. “ you smile, Pennywise audibly breathes in.
  • He feels deep warmth pooling in the core of his body. Just like that, he decides he will have you.
  • It must be you.
  • “I have never seen a smile, quite like yours..” he grins goofily again.
  • It’s ridiculously cute.
  • “Truthfully.” He affirms, But it sounds more like “truth-fooly” with his awkward tongue.
  • You arrive at your work/school, and Penny walks you up to the steps. He shakes the rain off the umbrella and swipes a hand through his hair.
  • “I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to walk with me.”
  • “Anytime. It is not trouble on my part. It was nice, it’s been..ages since I’ve walked like this.”
  • His eyes fix on you again, and his lips turn up into another seductive smile. He is being very straightforward and you can tell he is attracted to you. Very much so.
  • This unspoken knowledge makes it a bit hard for you to breath.
  • “I’d love to keep you..But I am sure you are already running so late..” he raises a hand in farwell.
  • He really emphasizes the word “keep”
  • You mumble that you do not mind at all and wish him a good day.
  • He smiles again kindly, and turns away.
  • You make it up two steps before you realize you do not even know his name. You whirl around to call out after him.
  • He is there on the bottom step, looking up at you.
  • “My name’s Robert. Robert Gray. And you dropped this..” His soft hand pushes a small sunflower into your hand.
  • He smiles coyly, sticking his tongue out a bit.
  • You stare down at the flower. You’ve never seen one like this before. It’s petals are red fading to pink. It’s gorgeous.
  • You glance back up to thank Robert. But he is gone. You run out onto the sidewalk and look around. But there is no one to be found.
  • “Gypsy Charmer.” You speak aloud after a moment. “The flower is called a Gypsy Charmer..”
  • You still feel his presence. You feel like he can see you, wherever he is now.
  • The rain falls softly around you on the street, and you turn to walk back towards the building.
Diverging Paths

Fourth Prompt for @nalu-week2017.
Second Day: Tarot; where Natsu and Lucy meet in a different time under MUCH different circumstances.


As Princess of the Realm, Lucy had many obligations. Her father, King Jude of Heartfilia had his fair share as well, hence why his only daughter was currently packed into a carriage on her way to meet her future husband. In order to preserve peace between their two nations, her father had promised her hand in marriage to Prince Dan in the neighboring country to the South. Unfortunately, she was used to feeling like a bargaining chip.

Sitting in the ornately decorated, wood cart, Lucy stared out the window at the passing landscape, sighing to herself quietly. Her Royal Guards, Erza and Gray, sat on the bench opposing her, bickering about their responsibilities once they arrived in their new home. She’d been lucky when Dan had allowed her to bring two of her closest loved ones with her. Even the fact that he’d allowed her to do anything made her want to scoff. All that did was set the tone for what she knew would be the rest of her miserable days.

“Cheer up, Lucy,” Erza remarked warmly, drawing the princess’s attention her friends. “I’ve been assured that the King’s castle has a beautifully maintained garden. Perhaps we could take a walk through it after we’ve settled in our quarters.”

“If my new jailer permits,” Lucy grumbled, crossing her arms delicately over her chest, as much as the tightly laced bodice would allow of course. All she’d done was move from one prison to the next. At least she wouldn’t be completely alone. Sighing, she dropped her shoulders and attempted to relax. “Sorry, Erza,” she said, her royally influenced smile etching on her lips. “You’re right. I’m sure they’re beautiful.”

Gray was the next one to voice his opinion. “I don’t get why your Father picked this guy, apparently he’s a royal pain in the ar–.” He didn’t get to finish his thought before Erza punched him in the arm, hard. His steely gaze turned on his ally quickly. “Was that really necessary?!”

The two soldiers were bickering before Lucy knew it, causing the blonde to laugh at the familiarity of it all. It felt like she was home again, easing the ache in her heart for a moment. All before disaster struck.

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The gypsies’ spheres
Speak not in riddles
Nor fiddle the sad
or phantasticus tunes

Do not be decieved
By the thwartz of clear quartz
An amathyst force
Come only as cold
As the rocky shellings
In which they’re enclosed

An unwashed crystals devious glow
Is an unfit medius
for your manibus’ mould

This glass of mine will shine
As genuine as uncrystaline
And of grandeous granulars
Of sand form my truths
As bold & as unbland
As the delicacies of your hand

For the deeply solemn
Might I grant reassurance
For the times you’ve bled
May soon come
To an end

For the pompusly sanguine
Might I share you the vexes
All you’ve discouted
Have left subsequent times
Eerily neglected

Tis it best to ignore the vast
Truths which you seek?
With one touch of me
Mark an end
To your ignorancies
And from them,
Be free

I’ll be the pocket world
Your manibus hath seeked

Touch me once
And feel compelled
To touch me twice
For enlightened flights,
Touch me thrice
& be the gypsy sphere teller,
All mortals beg to seek

#writerscreedchallenge #poem #crystalball

anonymous asked:

I've been bothered by something. Azusa speaks very slowly and takes long pauses to finish a sentence and to me it doesn't look like the cause could be mainly from his past right? It has to be something genetic? Could you give a thought of Azusa and his slow speech ><

I have a few ideas as to why Azusa has his problems with speech and my main theory is he: 

1) has a speech impediment 

2) can’t get passed the language barrier since English/Japanese isn’t his native language.

3) he’s probably dyslexic and has other learning disabilities which makes it harder for him to read and become fluent in the other languages he does know.

His wiki mentions that he travelled with Gypsies and might have been one himself, I go with that theory that Azusa is a Gypsy and speaks Romani. He probably already had a speech impediment when he was a child and spoke slowly, however after his mother died and the rest of his family abandoned him he was stuck living in an English speaking country (I believe the Mukami brothers originated in England my original theory about it is here. I need to update it though since my timeline is off) and had a hard time learning how to speak English but he had to in order to communicate since no one understood Romani. 

The combination of his speech impediment and his inability to speak English causes him to speak really slowly and in incomplete sentences because he doesn’t know which words he’s supposed to use and how to say them. Then when Karlheinz took them in and had them learn Japanese, he had an even more difficult time understanding it and learning it causing him to speak even slower because Japanese is a freaking hard language to learn.  He will occasionally slip back into speaking Romani from time to time and when he does his speech is still slow but it’s not as broken up and he can form proper sentences.

That’s just what I think though. Hope this answers your question and thanks for sending it in! 

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“It’s impossible to replace [homesickness] by daily phone calls to the man who brought him to hockey and worries about him more than anyone else. Artemi’s grandfather, Vladmir Il’ich, didn’t want to let him go overseas.”

Artemi and his Grandfather for @eberbae who also provided me with the quote and pointed out how artemi and his grandpa were like kaner and his grandpa, which made me really emotional, so thanks for that ;)