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Collected Reading List for Hello Charlotte

I have collected every book either directly referenced (character names or bookshelves) or thematically relevant (that I can find. I am sure there are more.) in hc! Books marked with an * are the most relevant to the game/my personal recommendations. Notes under the cut.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest - Ken Kesey

The Kingdom of God Is Within You - Leo Tolstoy

Golden Apples of the Sun - Ray Bradbury

Physics of the Impossible - Michio Kaku

Physics of the Future - Michio Kaku

The God Delusion - Richard Dawkins

The Selfish Gene - Richard Dawkins

Bad Science - Ben Goldacre

Flatland - Edwin Abbott

On Aggression - Konrad Lorenz

Lullaby - Chuck Palahniuk

*Childhood’s End - Arthur Clarke

The Castle - Franz Kafka

Simulacra and Simulation - Jean Baudrillard

*1984 - George Orwell

Civilized Man’s Eight Deadly Sins - Konrad Lorenz

*Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

Cats Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut

1Q84 - Haruki Murakami

Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury

*Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

Time Machine - H.G. Wells

On the Freedom of the Will - Arthur Schopenhauer

The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat - Oliver Sacks

The Joyful Wisdom - Frederich Nietzsche

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“Trauma, Obsession, Conflict and Reunion” 🌙☀️

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i love violin covers

i was listening to joel sunny's covers while i wrote a warm up drabble

ray x reader

when no one's around

"ray!" you smile so brightly when you lean out the window, tucking the hair that the wind blew into your face aside, staring down at the pretty gardener with a love sick expression.

"good evening, prince /ss" he feels shy, but reaches out his arms to you, inviting you to sling your legs over the windowsill and carefully hop into his arms and down.

it's cold outside, and he insists you take the magenta coat - and it feels heavy, and smells of flowers and him, and for a moment you wonder if its almost what hugging him would feel like. your conversation is brief, it's not important or interesting to the outside world, you're sure of that, but to you it feels like floating above clouds. his voice is low, a barely there whisper, a hesitant conversation. just in case she finds you. just in case you suddenly hate him.

all the flowers in the garden couldn't compare to his beauty, in your eyes at least. the longer you speak the more confident he gets, flourishing and blooming, speaking poetry with a tender smile. somewhere someone is playing a violin, it's so far away you can barely hear the tune clearly. but it makes you want to dance with him either way, even at his sheepish "i... don't know how to dance." you gently hold one of his hands regardless, resting the other on his chest.

"neither do i. but we don't have to perfect at it."

there's enough space to dance. to move slowly to the sound of the violin, to spin sometimes. he's stiff at first, stuttering apologies every time he trips or steps on your shoe. but slowly he relaxes, he learns a few tricks, he could dip you down but he's worried about dropping you.

you don't really remember when the violin stops. you're too invested in sweet conversation as you dance.

the night goes too quickly, he knows you'll be tired tomorrow, so he takes you back to the window. the window you blow kisses from while he works to watch him blush. or speak to him from. or turn love letters into paper aeroplanes.

the window isn't that high. but he lifts you up anyway. your feet can't touch the paved floor, but you know if he leaned up and you down you could kiss him so very easily.

so you do. its tender, he doesn't know where to put his hands so he just rests them against the firm window, and you cup his cheeks so softly he wants to cry. and when he pulls back his face is red, and your sure yours is as well.

"see you tomorrow, ray."

"y.. yeah... tomorrow."

kiss his cheek goodnight before you slip back into the castle, confirm your promise about tomorrow to the dazed boy. he'll watch you leave with a smile, he'd wave if you look back to do so as well.

your sweet prince

and of course.

you're his sweet prince/ss.

The air was heavy around them. Suddenly there was a bright flash and a loud clap of thunder. Xiao Xingchen gasped in surprise beside him as Xue Yang felt a large droplet of water hit his cheek and trickle down. He looked up, only now noticing the dark clouds scudding across the night sky. Raindrops began to play a tinny tune on the stones around them, random notes here and there that began to blend as the patter of rain increased.

(...) Xue Yang wasn’t sure when Xiao Xingchen’s hand had slid down from his forearm to his hand, but as they stumbled their way through the town and he guided Xiao Xingchen through the maze of coffins in their courtyard, he became aware that their fingers had slid together and they were gripping each other so tightly his fingers were becoming numb.

He didn’t quite know what to make of it, but also didn’t want to let go or draw Xiao Xingchen’s attention to it, so he kept holding on tightly as he stepped over the high threshold into the house. He immediately turned and placed his left hand gently but firmly against Xiao Xingchen’s chest to slow him down...

THIS is an excerpt from The taste of rain on skin, by @fieri-sentio-et-excrucior and with the incredible art by @wrathyforest, two amazing and talented artists whose work I recommend you all to check!!

I'm honoured to know such wonderful people and I wish nothing but the best to all of you. Keep writing, keep drawing, keep creating things that make me happy please! >w<

a friend's wish

🌼 poems that set me free in april (even for a short while) 🌼

Stranger, an Armenian folk poem (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")  

Dawn Does Not Break in the West, Eghishe Charenc (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")  

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

The Rope Looped Itself, Hamo Sahyan (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry”)

The Analysis of Yearning (Garod), Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")  

I Can Give Myself To Her by Yosano Akiko

“I was thinking…” by Elena Shvarts (tr. by Stephanie Sandler)

Love by Bob Hicok

Note for My Wall by Charles Bukowski

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

The Sound of Trees by Robert Frost

A Kind Of Loss by Ingeborg Bachmann

Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire

‘One Heart’ by Franz Wright

Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara

I Have a Terrible Cold by Fernando Pessoa

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) by Emily Dickinson

Wet Evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh

You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke

For M by Mikko Harvey

“Little Crazy Love Song” by Mary Oliver

That Anon made me go back and glance at Saeyoung’s After Ending since I don’t really go there that much. Most of the time, i just head into the Secret Ending to replay that content, but I had to do a double-take because I forgot about this detail. Apparently, his dream Toy Shop is unbelievable to look at… This isn’t located near his bunker, but it might as well be according to Jumin. What the hell does this Toy Shop look like, Saeyoung?

I don’t even think I could draw a model of this! Hey, Saeyoung MCs, do you have an idea what this man would create this building to look like?