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LOVE YOUR DRESS (I'm sure you're shocked to hear me say.)
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Your dress is SO CUTE
LIKE ALMOST EVERY DRESS I OWN THAT PEOPLE LOVE it’s Eshakti (in fairness, I own A LOT OF their dresses. Below are just the first three pics I found:
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awashsquid replied to your post “Is it generally accepted that the house you can buy in BotW is Link’s...”
I think of it as his house and I think that’s the common idea!!
YES GOOD. I haven’t seen much about it, but I’m two years late to the game so most of my exposure to what people theorize/accept as canon is things I can find going through people’s tags.
I LOVE THAT SO MUCH, because first it’s kind of funny, like, haha I think this is his house, and he’s being made to buy it (admittedly, very cheaply).
But then, does he KNOW it’s his house? Even once he’s recovered “all” his memories, the only ones deemed important are the ones that are related to his duty/Zelda. I don’t think once the quest is done, he has a perfect, intact memory. It’s still fragmented and shattered and even the things he can recall, he sometimes doesn’t have context for or can’t place it in any sort of timeline.
And he continues to have flashbacks, some big and some small, some entirely inconsequential. When he walks into his house, now furnished, he thinks no, the bookcase should be over there, and he remembers. He remembers running around the first floor with bare child feet, his father laughing as he gave chase. He remembers his mother smiling at the table, he remembers how her smile disappeared when his father was called to war. He remembers tending to the house alone to keep their memories alive, he remembers the dream of his own family to fill the space.
And it hits him, that the town does not remember him-- not Link, the boy who grew up in the house on the hill, the boy who harvested rice ever year alongside all the other villagers, the boy who ran and laughed and loved his home.
They remember the hero, their savior. The tale they passed down is of how lucky they were that he happened to make his stand before their gate.
But Link sits down on a bed in the same place his bed was a hundred years ago, and he knows. His final act had not been as the Hero they spoke of. He died as Link, a boy who wanted nothing more than to protect his home, the village and the people he loved, because if anything was worth saving, it was that.
SPARKLE SPARKLE! This is my gift to @awashsquid – I chose the “Harumichi rewrite of a fairytale” prompt. Words are not my strength but I’ve figured out a little scenario to go along with the picture. Please find it in your heart to be indulgent, these are merely bare bones, far from a ‘real fic.’ Hopefully you’ll be able to recognize the tale it’s based on!
Haruka shares a flat with “Evil Roommates” Ami and Makoto – a harsh moniker maybe but Haruka can’t help it. She just doesn’t get along with them, they’re constantly at odds about every little thing in the flat – but alas funds are low and Haruka is unable to look for another place to live. Ami works as an IT consultant for various firms, mainly in the security field; Mako works at a catering company – the two are old time friends, they’ve known each other since school/college. As for Haruka, she works as a mechanic in a local garage.
One day, Haruka hears about this big fancy party that will be held in a few days at a big company, and Haruka reaaaaally wants to go because ~reasons~ (maybe the company has a special exhibit reserved for the guests, say a top-of-the-line racing car, that Haruka is dying to see). However the entrance is on invitation only, and Haruka has no chance in hell getting in.
Imagine her surprise the next day when she learns that Ami has been hired to help with the surveillance and security at the party. Haruka asks her to please, please somehow hack into the system and get Haruka an invitation, but Ami flatly refuses (evil, right?)
The day after that, Haruka learns that Mako’s company has been hired to do the catering at the party, and she begs Mako to please get her an in as a waitress or a kitchen aide – anything! – but Mako refuses (eeeeeeeevil).
After being turned down by both Evil Roommate #1 and Evil Roommate #2, Haruka complains about how unfair her life is over drinks with her buddy “Fairy Godmother” Minako. Ami, Mako and Mina were all school friends, and Haruka met Mina when she visited Ami and Mako in their shared flat one day. Surprisingly given Haruka’s animosity to Ami and Mako, Haruka and Mina hit it off real quick and became fast friends. Mina owes her “Fairy Godmother” moniker to her uncanny ability to procure anything to anyone (for a price of course!). Haruka only has the vaguest notion of what that entails but obviously Mina has contacts in both the high and low stratas of society.
Anyhow, Haruka is unhappy about her lot and Minako wants to help her. Mina does some “magic” and a few days later, lo and behold, Haruka is provided with both an invitation to the party and a fancy suit, along with a caveat: Mina is adamant that Haruka leaves the party by midnight, Mina doesn’t give an explanation but she’s very insistent. Only too happy at the prospect of attending at all, Haruka agrees.
Haruka dons her new fancy suit, subrepticely “borrows” a sweet sports car that a rich customer left at the garage for some minor repair work – might as well travel in style! She makes sure to put the car key on her own favorite keyring so as not to lose it – and gets to the party with no trouble. She enjoys the party and meets a lovely lady by the name of Michiru, the daughter of the company’s director. They are smitten with each other, flirt and dance together, and generally have a great time.
At five to midnight, Haruka realizes what time it is and remembers Minako’s warning. She stammers some excuses at Michiru and hurries away, followed by a nonplussed Michiru, quite a bit affronted at Haruka’s abrupt departure. Just as midnight strikes, there is a power outage in the building, everything turns dark, people start shouting and panicking, and Michiru loses Haruka in the commotion. When Michiru finally gets outside Haruka is long gone – but, there on the ground by the door, she notices a set of keys on a ridiculous keyring, an improbable ball of yellow fluff with big swirly eyes.
Cut to Haruka, who, her keys lost, has no choice but to walk home – a sad conclusion to the night.
Next morning, Michiru hears about a theft that occurred in the building where the party was held, and remembers Haruka’s shifty behavior just before the power outage, thus suspecting Haruka to be involved in the theft. Never one to dirty her hands with menial tasks, Michiru brings the set of keys to her trusted second-in-command, one Rei Hino, and explains the situation, tasking Rei with finding the owner of the keyring.
From the keys, Rei figures out the make and model of the car and scouts all the car rentals and garages of the area. After an exhausting day(s) traipsing all around the city, pissed and tired, Rei approaches the last garage on her list. Before even reaching it, a few numbers down the street, Rei notices a chicken nugget place featuring a bright yellow logo and proudly advertising itself as ‘Whorl Chicken!’ Most tellingly, there’s a basket full of promotional keyrings by the door. Certain she’s found the right place, Rei notes down the address of the nearby garage and reports back to Michiru.
A few days later, Haruka is working under a car in the garage. She’s been having a rotten few days ever since the party, whining at Minako about this enchanting siren she met and lost at the party, and all her troubles with the car owner due to the lost key. As Haruka is burrowed under the car she’s working on, she hears a ‘clink’ like something falling on the ground. She grabs at it blindly and recognizes the lost keyring. She pulls out from under the car, all covered with grease, only to discover Michiru towering over.
Explanations ensue. Between the two of them, they figure out that Ami, Mako and Mina were all involved in the theft. Michiru decides not to cause trouble for them by denouncing them because she wants to stick it to her family, whom she despises.
Eventually, Haruka and Michiru go on a date and they live happily ever after – or close enough!
So, congratulations if you managed to make it through all this nonsense! I couldn’t put all of these elements in a drawing so I thought this was the best compromise but WORDS ARE HARD.
Couldn’t find a way to include it in the drabble above, but Mina got Haruka’s invitation to the party through Rei, who wasn’t in with the plotting but knew Mina beforehand and owed her a favor. I also haven’t mentioned Usagi but she’s there somewhere, probably running Rei mad!
As a last note, credit for the Whorl Chicken design goes to the ever talented @moonwhing!
I haven’t written anything fictional for half a year, so when Sparkle Sparkle came back, I was very thrilled! My Sparklee is papillon82fluttersby – HAPPY SPARKLING!
I went for the prompt “Harumichi at an event where one of them is out of her depth”
Not to spoil my fic at this point, just know that papillon82fluttersby’s favourite senshi used to be my favourite Inner (now they’re all juggling, but I loved her in the new Myu a lot!!).
Thank you so much, Awashsquid and Docholligay, for organising this party!
That’s what friends are for
Haruka wasn’t one to fear the spotlight. Of course she had been nervous before her speech at their wedding and she couldn’t deny that her heart would pound whenever all eyes were on her while she was doing something she loved. However, when she excelled in a task, she was confident; she would smile freely at all her fangirls before she’d start in a sports competition.
And it was easy for Haruka to share the spotlight with Michiru. When she’d accompanied her wife on stage, everyone was watching musical genius Michiru Kaioh anyway, so she could relax whenever she hadn’t had the time to practice enough and focus on her piano play.
But this was different. Now every note counted. And Haruka felt like a fish out of water.
Obviously, she had tried to deny it. Her lies had enough potential for an Academy Award. It was easy for Michiru to see right through her and normally, she would have tried everything to get Haruka out of this situation.
In this case, she hadn’t much of a choice either, and the person Haruka had lied to was too caught up in her own head to acknowledge her best friend’s fake behaviour.
Michiru usually had no problem being in a recording studio. She had spent her childhood practicing the violin for three hours each and every day, competing as soon as her mother had been satisfied. The three grey walls, with a huge window completing the room, were familiar territory. Still she felt anxiety – it was like Haruka’s was mirrored back to her.
The violinist hadn’t felt Haruka this uncomfortable in a while. Back in their early days, it had almost been common. This stomach-wrenching feeling, the tremble. Even worse in battle of course. Haruka was so terribly afraid of failing – but still so brave. Why was it just so hard for Haruka to perform this song in this environment?
Was it because she didn’t want to disappoint Minako?
Michiru felt anger rising inside of her watching Minako through the window. The blonde had decided to place them both at the same time in the recording cabin, which was what Michiru preferred. She hoped her presence would soothe Haruka at some point, but so far it didn’t work any magic.
After the constant battles, time had become quiet. Michiru didn’t mind that her mirror didn’t show her any dark energy; that Rei’s dreams had slowed down. They had all been able to settle into their lives. Michiru couldn’t be happier – being married, choosing when and where to perform, spending time with her family at the beach.
Quiet however wasn’t something for Minako. It had never been, obviously, but with the reassurance that they lived in a time of peace, Minako had decided to reach her goal of becoming an idol. And not just any idol – “top top top of the world” as she liked to outline her dream.
“Could you please repeat the last part? Thank yaaa!”
Michiru sighed and shared a glance with Haruka. The butch nodded, but it seemed like a punishment to her to put the big headphones on again. They started to play the last part again. All for the sake of Minako’s new record. Unfortunately, self-produced.
From the corner of her eye, Michiru could see how beautiful Haruka looked playing the piano. The blonde was dressed in a black sweater and sleek, black pants, her hair on the loose because she was going through it so much with her fingers. She still looked nervous and had a hard time pouring her soul into her playing. The melody wasn’t even that difficult, if Minako could come up with it. Michiru raised an eyebrow, focusing on herself again, not being able to shake the uncomfortable feeling.
While they were playing away, Minako started to chat with the sound engineer. After they stopped, Michiru could hear Minako’s chattering, which didn’t really help against Michiru’s growing fume. “So I was like ‘Okay honey, we really need to put a stop to this. How about we’re continuing recording if this song is not about you being a heartbroken crybaby anymore?! Nothing about a little grief, you know, but this is certainly not about a strong woman.’ And I walked off in wide steps, clicking heels, I was a total boss babe, you know? I don’t need a collaboration like that, that’s just not my vision for this album!”
“Wow, I can’t believe that someone like you would write such a lovey-dovey ballad like this!” The sound guy waved towards Haruka and Michiru, still trapped in the cabin.
“What can I say, I’m layered”, Minako flipped her hair dramatically.
Michiru was still chewing on the lovely-dovey. On top of that, she didn’t like to be kept waiting by Minako for a response if they should continue playing.
“Minako”, she spoke into the microphone with a firm voice that could cut glass, as Minako kept ignoring them.
“Oh! Oh! You’re still there, like little marionettes! Lovely! Errr …” Minako stopped herself. “Whoa, that sounded like a pirate. Like the one Michiru made you into in her latest smut fic!”
Haruka looked at her best friend startled.
“You didn’t know that, buddy? Okay. She did not write herself into the governor’s daughter’s role. You definitely didn’t have sex in a dirty place. Forget about it, I never found this in Rei’s drawer.”
“Minako”, Michiru repeated, this time leaving no illusion that she wouldn’t be able to kill Minako with her violin’s bow.
Minako’s phone went off. The singer jumped to her feet: “Uuuuh, I was waiting for that call! I think we should continue tomorrow!”
***
Ami looked confused when she opened the door. She always looked confused when this happened, even though Michiru’s knock was always the same: determined.
“Michiru! Hi!” She blushed, painfully aware that she hadn’t changed after dinner and a spot of tomato sauce greeted from its place on her baby blue, long cardigan.
“Make some tea, would you?” Michiru smiled at the younger woman mildly and found her way into Ami’s apartment that the medical student shared with her girlfriend.
“Sure”, Ami wedged her hands nervously, “Mako is instructing her cooking class, but she has left me some scones from earlier today. They’re not much but …”
“That sounds wonderful”, Michiru had seated herself in the lounging area already, unpacking her shopper.
When Ami arrived in the living room, a tray with tea and scones in hand, Michiru already had unfolded her painting supplies.
Ami sat down next to her on the floor, trying to mimic the gracile way Michiru held her body.
“Let’s paint”, the older announced, beginning to draw a storm.
Ami, who joyfully had grasped the expensive brushes Michiru used, soon stopped in her movement, watching Michiru with worry.
It wasn’t their first painting session, but definitely Michiru’s angriest. Usually, Michiru preferred “Under the Sea”, “Into Space” or “Haruka” when she was drawing just for herself. Ami loved the harmony that then came upon Michiru, adapting to it herself. It was hard not to think about her father, but it was also hard to resent doing something she loved. Ami Mizuno was a woman of many talents. But asking about Michiru’s day wasn’t one.
***
Haruka hadn’t been in the mood for joining Rei to help her refurnish an old table, but then again, Michiru had insisted her to. Probably because Rei was Minako’s partner – and that was also the reason why Haruka had a hard time being around the social studies student.
“I can’t believe Minako still thinks this table is hideous! I mean, look at it, we’ve done some fine things with it!” Rei’s high ponytail swung around furiously.
“I still think that it would have been cheaper for you to buy a table at Ikea, considering the money you put into refurnishing supplies”, Haruka noted.
“Ikea”, Rei looked at Haruka in disgust. “You are definitely wrong, this was a good deal at the flea market and I’m in no position to decline it! Even though my girlfriend is going to rocket to super fame very soon. But I swear, I’ll do my best to not let capitalism win!”
Haruka cringed.
“Wait. I know that look on your face. How was your time in the recording studio anyway today?” Rei waved a brush around like she was a teacher pointing at a pupil to move in front of the whole class.
“It wasn’t good enough. We didn’t finish and will go back in again tomorrow”, Haruka let her shoulders sink. “I feel like this is all my fault.”
“And why’s that so? Did you forget how to play sheet music?”
“No. But Minako wasn’t happy. I have to admit, that was my worry from the second she asked me to do this with Michiru.”
“Tenoh, do you think it was a piece of cake for me working on the guitar parts with her? She’s a perfectionist. So are you and I. But we’re not doing this for us, we’re doing it for her, even though she’s a brat. But she deserves the world.”
“It’s just so that however good my performance is, it will be heard forever. Over and over again. I wonder how the Three Lights did it, but I guess it’s just that Seiya thinks so highly of herself she’d never have any doubts”, Haruka kicked against the refurnished table, making it almost collapse. Such a good deal.
“They were also searching for their princess, I’m just saying.”
“I know, right? Their songs were never that good?!”
***
“I frankly do not understand how Minako doesn’t feel any shame. Haruka is her best friend”, Michiru said like it was nothing.
“Oh”, Ami announced, remembering Minako’s request for the album support. She was glad Michiru had finally broken the silence, still working on a wild mix of greys and blacks that looked together like a hurricane on paper.
“It’s my fault. I should have insisted more on declining Minako’s offer. I could have said my manager …”
“Haruka still would have agreed to. Mina means a lot to her.”
“She doesn’t seem equally important to Minako”, if Michiru could snort, this would be her moment to.
“That’s not true”, Ami tilted her head. “Mina feels a lot of pressure.”
***
“Mina is under a lot of pressure”, Rei said softly. “She sees all of us settled into our lives. Makoto is so, so good at what she does and her life with Ami is like from one of these lesbian books, where the more tomboy one is a doctor! You and Michiru and Hotaru and Setsuna are so happy together and with what you get to do. Even though Hotaru would never admit to that, but she’s a teenager! And Usagi is Usagi. Mina doesn’t mean to be this tense these days, I just think she wants to make this work.”
“You forgot to mention yourself.” Haruka half-smiled, feeling a bit better about the whole situation.
“I JUST WORKED ON THE PERFECT TABLE I MEAN JUST LOOK! LOOK!”
***
“I’m clean and I smell like soap”, Haruka happily announced, joining her wife in the bedroom, wearing her favourite PJs.
“Love, you look like you feel so much better than you did this morning”, Michiru noted, looking up from her book, already tugged into her blanket.
“I do. Talking to Rei made me understand it’s good - not less, not more - when Mina finally says it’s good.” Haruka swiftly found herself underneath the blanket as well.
“It was always good, she just needs to focus”, Michiru replied with a soft smile.
“That’s what Ami made you realize, right?” Haruka grinned, leaning onto Michiru’s shoulder.
“She’s smart, our Ami”, Michiru giggled. “I’m glad you found your confidence again. Minako should be proud to have such a talented, good-looking pianist on her record.”
“I know, I’ve always known.” Haruka leaned forward to wink, but then led her pretending go. “It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable playing with the headphones on. I feel like everything will be constantly judged and I’m not used to this.”
“Minako didn’t really judge and that’s the problem. But no worries”, now it was Michiru’s turn to wink, “I have a plan …”
Then she closed the book because she needed her hands – to deeply kiss Haruka, the person she regarded as the love of her life, holding her tight.
***
“Obsession” was composed by a Dane, who he had been, well, obsessed with Bach. It was very loud, shrill even. While it put a smile on Michiru’s face to play such a jarring melody, it made Mina, who had just walked in, cringe. Haruka, not entirely sold on the piece, watched Michiru in awe.
As she finished, the violinist spoke right into the microphone: “Now that you remembered what I can do, I want you to see what we are both capable of doing with your song. Now that I have your attention, I suggest that we concentrate and wrap this song up smoothly. We are here to support your career, Minako, but for a first-timer in a studio it’s certainly not easy to know what’s wrong if you’re not giving us any hints. Do you agree?”
Mina had been frozen, but found to her old confident behaviour in a second: “I sure do. Because I’m certain you remember that.I.am.the.leader.”
She mimicked Michiru, ending with an emphasis on every word, who took this with no impression. “How could I forget a fact you sing to us like a hit song you’d like to have. So. May we start?”
“Let’s”, Mina sat down next to the sound guy, who had no clue what that whole leader deal was about. The blonde was ready to work – finally. She showed Michiru her thanks with the smallest smile, that Michiru took with a little nod. It was easy to get lost. But it was also easy to get out – with the help of your friends.
FUUUUCK THAT LAST PARAGRAPH!! ������������ Even after knowing where this was going to go I WAS NOT PREPARED!! God I love your Winston. He's so good and sweet and I'm so glad he and Tracer are friends just god dammmn!!!!! ������ I love this it's so freakin sweet!! AHHH
Thank you so much! It is, of course, HIGHLY self-centered and self-indulgent sort of stuff, but it makes me really happy to write and it’s even nicer when it makes someone else happy to read.
thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Everything about All Ears is a delight, but the concept of Winston at...”
THIS IS TOO FUCKING CUTE! Also I love the idea of just getting everyone's email and just taking pics with my own phone. I must have taken 100 pics over my last two trips for random people but I will never see them for myself. But I know me. I'd fuck it up somehow so I'd have all these pics and not be able to send them which would defeat the purposes. I trust Tracer could manage better tho. I love her so much. And Winston would have all these pics with all these people showing him love ����������
I don’t know that Tracer would be all that good at it, but I know deep in my heart SHE WOULD TRY
awashsquid replied to your post “All Ears”
now I want to see how it goes omg. He won’t be able to fit in the rides of course but what an awesome idea!!
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OH MY GOD THE KIDS WILL LOVE HIM THERE AND PROBABLY TRY TO HUG HIM AND THIS IS FINE I AM FINE
I KNOW I NEED TO WRITE AT LEAST A LITTLE OF THIS AND OF WINSTON BEING THE BEST AND SOFTEST AHHHHHHH
If it’s not too late - commentary on That Wallpaper Fic? I can never remember its name but I’ve read it like a dozen times
It’s In The Walls!
My super secret love is writing horror, difficult as it is, and I actually really enjoy this fic and when I’m feeling kind about my writing I would actually say it has a quality of literary merit.
I was really drawn to this idea of what light exposes, and how it could be easier to stay in the dark, and the idea of a lighthouse having a threatening aura instead of a really hopeful one, and so I worked all this into the story. I thought about this while I was watching a lighthouse in some documentary, that transitory quality of how it lights, what it might be like to have it beam through a window
“Of course.” She gave a slight bow as she handed Michiru the keys. “You may want to close the curtains at night. Some people are bothered by the light.”
“Light?” She set the keys on the table, only half-interested.
“An old lighthouse, off the shore. You can see it just outside the salle a manger.” She strolled into the room, rich with opulent woods and pheasants stenciled onto the ceiling, and pointed out the window. “You see? I like it, myself.” She smiled at Michiru. “It guides you home.”
And of course some people are bothered by the light because some people are afraid of being exposed, and that bright beacon would always do that, and I love when a theme works really neatly like that.
I love this part particularly:
It was a simple, dreamy confection, weak and floating. Mermaids giggled like schoolgirls, but there was nothing of whimsy or passion it, simply cold perfection in their beauty. The light was perfectly dipped on each scale, each streak of hair was evenly marked with a perfect brusstroke, no bubble out of place.
It was utterly perfect, and utterly lifeless.
She flipped off the lamp. A disgrace.
She looked into the mirror by the door as the light house blaze came around, again and again, illuminating her features in a harsh shadow as it passed, the hatchet of light across her face fascinating as she drew closer to the mirror. Each beat of light felt like her own heart, watching her face.
Light. Light. Light. Light.
She could paint this, herself half in light and half in shadow–this was true, wasn’t it? Maybe the truest self portrait she’d ever known.
The light came again, but there was a different face, the bone exposed as the skin pulled away from the forehead, a maggot wiggling its way out of the nostril, pus oozing down a cheek, and somewhere far off a low, controlled giggle.
She took a step back, a hand to her lips. Light. Light. Light. Light.
It had been nothing.
God until this moment I forgot how much fun I had writing this ahaha. I loved using that idea of Michiru’s paintings being like her: Perfect, every brushstroke measured, but isn’t she afraid that under it all, there’s nothing at all? Which of course leads us into what the light exposes, that she’s rotten, that she’s decay and ruin itself, I LOVED writing that, i thought it was such a fun concept.
And then of course, as the story progresses, her painting changes:
It was what she had painted the night before, wasn’t it? But somehow more brilliant, somehow brighter. Beneath the smiles of the mermaids she could see the tiny points of their razor sharp teeth, tinged with red ombre, sneaking down into delicate pink crescents. The floor of the lagoon now held the shadows of bones and tattered uniforms, swords going to rust in its dark belly.
I love that Dorian Grey shit, i’m trash
THE WALLPAPER. It’s always what people remember from this fic, even though the real central point is the lighthouse. As many of all y’all know, I am a huge lover of the history of the late 1800s, and a lot of those old houses would have toile wallpaper, which was all the rage in England and France, so it was very expensive and a sign, like Michiru herself, of status:
So I put the girls in the wallpaper because I really love the idea of things that aren’t supposed to happen, do you know what I mean? That scene in the Shining where the fire hose follows Danny down the hallway, for example, when the things you know to be true abandon you.
And I’ve thought about that a lot touring those houses, wondering what it might be like if they came alive. It has stuck so well with people and I’m so proud of it for that.
She ran, even as she knew it was futile. She was a part of this house now, with or without her consent, the way everything in her life had been with or without her consent. At the wave of bitterness, the house cackled, the smell growing stronger. As she ran, the scenes in the wallpaper chased her, the girls all becoming tiny and teal haired and rotting and black, smiling as their perfectly drawn bodies gave way to the destruction.
I’ve actually thought about polishing this fic up changing the names and submitting it to horror mags! Thank you for letting me jaw about it!
This is so good! I love how Haruka is her own worse enemy, but we know deep down she wants to do the right thing. There’s so much guilt, anger, and angst within my favorite wind goddess. And I too want to write stories that have an inner turmoil and emotional impacts as well.
Haruka as her own worst enemy is a FAVORITE of mine, she means so well and she wants so badly to be WORTH something, and she’s so blind to the things she IS, all she can see are the things she ISN’T.
its-decido replied to your post “Stray”
I had to take a minute for this one to sink in because of how RAW Haruka’s pain is. My poor destructive child is going through these circles of mental (and maybe physical? Maybe punching things until she can’t feel anymore?) abuse. Seriously, this is so well written, that I want to write fics based on this fic. I love the inner turmoil! But I hate it! Ahhhhh I’m confliiiicted!!!
My thoughts have always been, on my darling self-destructive baby, that she asserts things physically because she feels she doesn't know how to articulate or understand them emotionally. She knows she hurts, but that’s for fucking babies who are weak, and she isn’t weak, is she? That’s what she has going for her, is she’s tough and brave. So she sort transmutes it in a way she can deal with, at this point in her life. (Angel baby Haruka does, in my world, eventually get some goddamn therapy and settle down a touch, though she’s always a BIT of a martyr)
