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thewomenbehindthegodfather · 7 months

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𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧

She has a beauty that is out of this world she’s a piece of art come to life and I like to imagine that Theresa was like that too

#Theresahagen #tom hagen #the godfather #anna taylor joy

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graphicpolicy · 1 year

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The Elizabeth Báthory biopic comic Vanity returns

The Elizabeth Báthory biopic comic Vanity returns #comics #comicbooks

Vanity—a gothic tragedy in nine acts—is based on the life of Hungarian Countess Elizabeth Bathory (1560–1614), listed in The Guinness Book of Records as the greatest murderess in the history of mankind. According to legend, she was convinced that drinking and bathing in the blood of young virgin girls would preserve her youth and beauty. However, the historical documents tell us a slightly…

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#abagail larson #anna gushchina #comic books #Comics #eltorres #joe bocardo #joel rodriguez #joseph schmalke #jurii kirnev #mark rein-hagen #natalia tsarevnikova #scout comics #vanity

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official-knorke · 2 years

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Hagen Hbf ist das Hamm Hbf des Potts

#Anna redet #Hagen ist so wirsch und mystisch #hamm ist schlimmer aber Hagen ist wirklich nicht knorke

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nosfagratu · 7 months

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Can I get 1 and 2? can I also get 3? also can I get just 4 and 5? can I get 6? can I get a 7 but also 8? can I also get 9 and 10? Can I also get 11? and can I get 12? and can I get 13 while you’re at it? can I also get 15? can I get 16 and 17? Also can I get 18?

1. tombi - kvi baba

2. seeman - apocalyptica, nina hagen

3. funny - daron malakian and scars on broadway

4. amaranth - nightwish

5. paint it, black - the rolling stones

6. marian - sisters of mercy

7. cleopatra - the lumineers

8. come wander with me - sea power

9. venus doom - HIM

10. revachol dawn - berlin child, anna amell

11. adam's song - blink-182

12. policy of truth - depeche mode

13. hypnotize - system of a down

14. radio - rammstein

17. american teenager - ethel cain

15, 16 and 18 already answered :)

(ik u didn't ask for 14 but i love u so ur getting a bonus song 🥳)

#ask

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zoueriemandzijnopmars · 8 months

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Het is Kinderboekenweek! En nu ben ik benieuwd:

Pin me hier niet op vast, maar volgens mij zijn dit ze allemaal

Keesje Kruimel, Hans Dijkhuis

Viermaal J en Janus, Hans Andreus

De blauwe boekanier, Tonke Dragt

Het kleinste sprookjesboek , Annie M. G. Schmidt, Mies Bouhuys, Eleanor Farjeon, Pieter de Zeeuw, Hans Christian Andersen en de Gebroeders Grimm[12]

Arthur en de lettervreter, Henk van Kerkwijk

2 is te veel, Henk Barnard

Ogen op steeltjes, Jan Wartena van Staatsbosbeheer

Het verdwenen plakboek,?Het Schrijverscollectief, bestaanden uit: Jan Riem, Ries Moonen, Arie Rampen, Fetze Pijlman, Hans Dorrestijn, Karel Eykman en Willem Wilmink

Wie je droomt ben je zelf, Paul Biegel

De tram is geel het gras is groen, Gertie Evenhuis

De klepel of de klok, Mies Bouhuys

Spook tussen spoken, Willem Wilmink (1980)

Je eigen tijd, Hans Dorrestijn, Alet Schouten en Willem Wilmink

Retourtje ver weg

Mijnheer van Dale en juffrouw Scholten, Kees Fens

Een tijdje later, Willem Wilmink en Paul Biegel

Houden beren echt van honing?, Midas Dekkers

De zaak Jan Steen, Karel Eykman

Die van hiernaast en van de overkant. Kinderen en boeken in Europa, Marja Baeten en Paul Arnoldussen

Duizend dingen achter deuren, Joke van Leeuwen

Het eiland daarginds, Paul Biegel

Jorrie en Snorrie, Annie M. G. Schmidt

Het wonder van Frieswijck, Thea Beckman

Het raadsel van de Regenboog, Jacques Vriens

Het weer en de tijd, Joke van Leeuwen

Fausto Koppie, Anke de Vries

Bombaaj!, Els Pelgrom

De huiveringwekkende mythe van Perseus, Imme Dros

LYC-DROP, Paul van Loon

Mijn avonturen door V. Swchwrm, Toon Tellegen

Bikkels, Carry Slee

Eiber!, Sjoerd Kuyper (2000)

Ik ben Polleke hoor!, Guus Kuijer

Boris en het woeste water, Rindert Kromhout

Het Zwanenmeer (maar dan anders), Francine Oomen

Swing, Paul Biegel

Wat rijmt er op puree?, Edward van de Vendel

Laika tussen de sterren , Bibi Dumon Tak

Kaloeha Dzong, Lydia Rood

Vlammen, Hans Hagen

De wraak van het spruitje, Jan Paul Schutten

Mees Kees - In de Gloria, Mirjam Oldenhave

Bert en Bart redden de wereld, Tjibbe Veldkamp

Het Akropolis Genootschap & De slag om bladzijde 37, Tosca Menten

Je bent super... Jan!, Harmen van Straaten

Zestig spiegels, Harm de Jonge

Per ongelukt!, Simon van der Geest

Oorlog en vriendschap, Dolf Verroen

Kattensoep, Janneke Schotveld

De eilandenruzie, Jozua Douglas

Haaientanden, Anna Woltz

De diamant van Banjarmasin, Arend van Dam (2020)

Tiril en de Toverdrank, Bette Westera

Waanzinnige boomhut verhalen, Andy Griffiths

Ravi en de Laatste Magie, Sanne Rooseboom

#nederblr #Kinderboekenweek #nederlands #dutch #kinderboekenweekgeschenken fascineren me #ik heb een hele stapel omdat mijn moeder een tijd in een boekhandel heeft gewerkt en ik heb eens geprobeerd ze allemaal te lezen #maar er zitten echt wat slechte tussen #en weinig zijn echt goed want het zijn zulke kleine boekjes #iig vgm heb ik er 19 gelezen en dat is vrij veel gok ik #ergens wil ik een bracket maken voor kinderboekenweekgeschenken maar ik gok dat de meeste mensen er maar zo’n 5 hebben gelezen #ik heb wel meningen #i made an original post #polls #part time booklr

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16strings · 2 years

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This set of four Antonio Stradivari instruments was once owned by Niccolò Paganini, who played them with his own string quartet. After his death they were dispersed until New York dealer Emil Herrmann reassembled the set in the 1940s.

Cellist Robert Maas, formerly of the Pro Arte Quartet, was looking to form a new string quartet, noticed the instuments and mentioned them to his sponser Anna Clark who bought them in 1946, giving the Paganini String Quartet its name.

When the Paganini String Quartet disbanded, the instruments were donated to the Corcoran Gallery of Arts in Washington D.C. and bought by the Nippon Music Foundation in 1994, who's loaned them to ensembles like the Tokyo String Quartet, the Hagen Quartet, the Quartetto di Cremona, and the Kuss Quartet.

#Music #Classical music #String quartet #Violin #Viola #Cello #Stradivarius #Antonio Stradivari #Niccolo Paganini #Paganini String Quartet

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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 2 years

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killer croc and clayface?

Waylon is an orphan member of an Atlantean subspecies who progresses from "kid with particularly rough skin" to "humanoid dragon" over the course of his life, which ends up being pretty long as he survives into the Lonely City and Beyond Eras. In that time, he was variously an enemy and ally to Batman and the Gotham Knights even joining the Outsiders, though he was always sweet on Selina.

His worst actions were aggravated by Hugo Strange's "treatment" while Waylon was a patient at Arkham. Strange harvested genetic material from Jones at the time as well, selling it off to independent buys like pro wrestler Miami Morgan, and organizations like the Kobra cult.

He has a child, Lillian The Reptilian, though they're estranged for a variety of reasons, among them her...interesting...partner, Simon Amal, also known as Crux.

"Clayface" covers a variety of metahuman shapeshifters, but the first was Basil Karlo, an actor who fell in with the False Face society after his career began to tank. While the procedure they subjected him to as one of their agents was supposed to make him a master of disguise and restore his youth, it quickly destabilized his entire body, leaving him a mass of bio-clay.

From this point, others underwent the procedure, but it's unclear how many survive as they all eventually became consumed into a central Clayface identity, existing in multiple bodies as the Mud Pact but with a single shared identity. Among the more infamous subjects were Matthew Hagen and Officer Ethan Bennett.

Hagen was the only subject other than Karlo to produce a second generation clayface, their "children" being Anna Hagen and Katie Karlo, respectively. Ethan is notable for being a partner of Ellen Yin during Batman's early years, as well as going on to be one of the heroic Clayfaces.

#dc #headverse #ask #khancrackers #killer croc #waylon jones #reptilian #clayface #false face #basil karlo #ethan bennett #matt hagen

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vandroid-helsing · 6 months

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Best of 2023

As always: a list of things new to me that I enjoyed this year, regardless of how old they are.

BOOKS & COMICS

Blood Meridian, or, The Evening Redness in the West, Cormac McCarthy

Death in Spring, Mercè Rodoreda

Ducks, Kate Beaton

The Echo Wife, Sarah Gailey

Fugitive Atlas, Khaled Mattawa

Grass, Sheri S. Tepper

The Honourable Schoolboy, John le Carré

Inferno, Dante by way of Daniel Lavery

The Killing Grounds, Joan Tierney

The Last Dragoners of Bowbazar, Indra Das

Leech, Hiron Ennes

The Looking Glass War, John le Carré

The Saint of Bright Doors, Vajra Chandrasekhera

Shahnameh, Abolqasem Ferdowsi

The Spear Cuts Through Water, Simon Jimenez

The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, John le Carré

Thieves, Lucie Bryon

Time Is A Mother, Ocean Vuong

Un-American, Hafizah Geter

MOVIES/TV

Amadeus, Milos Forman

The Birdcage, Mike Nichols

Blue Velvet, David Lynch

The Exorcist, William Friedkin

Hair, Milos Forman

The Harder They Fall, Jeymes Samuel

Middleditch & Schwartz

Sap, Mae Martin

Bill Cunningham: New York, Richard Press

Trigun

MUSIC

50 Words for Snow, Kate Bush

Alcina, George Frideric Handel

Antar, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Bayti al-Fitr, A-WA

Ben Haana Wa Maana, DAM

Benhayyi al-Baghbaghan, Maurice Louca

Brahms

Heaven to a Tortured Mind, Yves Tumor

Hit Parade and Róisin Machine, Róisín Murphy

In These Times, Makaya McCraven

Javelin, Sufjan Stevens

La Traviata, Verdi

Lekhfa, Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca & Tamer Abu Ghazaleh

The Loveliest Time, Carly Rae Jepsen

“Nautilus,” Anna Meredith

N3rdistan, N3rdistan

Postcolonialism and Dyslexia, Emsallam

Symphony No. 1, Jean Sibelius

Symphony No. 3, Louise Farrenc

Symphony No. 4, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

That! Feels Good!, Jessie Ware

MISC

Kottu

The Stopgap

Book announcement

Turns out it feels pretty good to announce a book!

The By the Bywater live show

Meeting internet friends irl

Uta Hagen’s acting class

#best of #writing #best of 2023

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 year

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Last week, I listened to this 4 at the Store thing, with Radio 4 stand-up comedy from 1998-2004. I decided that would make this week a good time to get to something I’ve had in my folder for a while, which is this audiobook that came out in 2020, with about 20 minutes each by a bunch of different comedians. It’s about 8.5 hours, and the idea was for it to showcase some of the stuff that should have happened at the 2020 Edinburgh Fringe Festival, but didn’t, because, you know, 2020.

It’s cool to me to go straight from a mish-mash of a bunch of late 90s/early 00s comedians showing off whatever they do, to the same thing but in 2020. A really interesting way to compare the way comedy as a whole had changed in 20 years, as well as the ways in which it hadn’t. I think in many ways, I was more surprised by what stayed the same than by what changed.

I may try to do a more in-depth post about this once I actually finish listening to Edinburgh Unlocked, right now I have about three hours of it left. But I’m really enjoying it so wanted to mention it. My favourites so far are: John Kearns, Mo Omar, Shelf, Chloe Petts, and Leo Reich. Which is cool, because I hadn’t heard of Mo Omar at all and really enjoyed his stuff, always good to discover new stuff. Leo Reich was also pretty much unknown to me, the name was familiar because I knew I’d seen it around the internet somewhere, and just immediately thought, “I don’t like that guy.” Once I actually listened to him, and really liked him, I realized I’m pretty sure all that’s happened is my brain saw his name, though of Leo Kearse and Lee Hurst, and decided he must be terrible. I am quite pleased to have that misnomer corrected. I’m also pleased that I ended up liking Leo Reich so much, because I think he’s one of those gen Z ones, and I’m a bit concerned that I might be a bit biased against those ones, but he was great.

Chloe Petts I already knew from some panel shows (actually just Hypothetical, I think, but then she was on the Taskmaster podcast), where I’d liked her enough to look her up and find a few little clips of her stand-up, but hadn’t found anything longer form so it was great to get 20 whole minutes of an Edinburgh hour that I’d love to hear in its entirety. Shelf I’d only heard of because Sarah Keyworth has referenced them in this story they’ve told in the couple of WIPs I’ve seen them stream online this year, and I’m pleased to saw that Shelf’s comedy material was pretty much exactly what I’d expected based on Keyworth’s stories. And obviously I knew John Kearns, looked up a bunch of his stand-up clips after Taskmaster last year, and I’m still not really on board with the false teeth gimmick, but if you just listen to the actual words he’s saying it’s fantastic.

Other good stuff I’ve heard in this audiobook so far - Sophie Hagen’s part was quite entertaining, but I just couldn’t quite list it among my favourites because of how genuinely painful it was to listen to, just too stark a reminder of my own forays into Harry Potter fanfiction circa 2002-2004, age 12-14. Lou Sanders just told some stories about her experiences at the Edinburgh Fringe over the years, which was lovely to listen to. Ivo Graham did something with Shakespare plays. Fern Brady’s hosting the whole thing, introduces each comedian with a little story about her relationship with them (her intro to John Kearns, a heartfelt description of him as an excellent comedian and a good friend, is quite funny in light of the Taskmaster treachery).

Anyway, I’m really enjoying it, it’s a nice way to get a little bit of a lot of comedy and then pick the ones you like enough to get into further.

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coochiequeens · 2 years

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Founding members of Killed Women, Carole Gould (left) and Julie Devey, whose daughters were murdered by men. Photograph: Anna Gordon/The Guardian

Alexandra ToppingWed 30 Nov 2022 13.30 EST

Carole Gould’s 17-year-old daughter Ellie was killed by another sixth-former the day after she ended their relationship in 2019. Julie Devey’s daughter Poppy Devey Waterhouse, 24, was stabbed 49 times by her ex-boyfriend in 2018. Emma Ambler’s twin, Kelly Fitzgibbons, 40, and her nieces, Ava, 4, and Lexi, 2 were shotby their husband and father in 2020. Bekhal Mahmod has been in hiding since testifying against her father and uncle, who killed her 20-year-old sister, Banaz, in 2006.

Until recently, all these women had in common was grief but now they have united to become a powerful force for change in the UK, where a woman is killed by a man every three days.

The families, 11 in total, have launched Killed Women, a campaigning organisation led by families of women killed by men, in an attempt to to force change.

The range of policy demands the group is fighting for is diverse – from stricter rules around buying firearms to better education about domestic abuse and coercive control – but they will speak as one voice. “We don’t want any more sympathy,” said Carole Gould. “We don’t want promises. We actually want change, we want action.”

Gould, along with Julie Devey, has been campaigning to change the minimum sentence for domestic homicide since 2020. A government review is under way looking at whether it is right a killer outside the home will face a decade more in prison than a murder committed in the home. Currently, if a killer uses a weapon found in the home the tariff is 15 years, while one who brings in a weapon will get 25 years.

“When you tell people there is this 10-year disparity in sentencing, everybody is shocked,” she said. “So let’s see the change. Let’s see these perpetrators properly monitored, let’s stop releasing dangerous perpetrators back into society, let’s stop allowing them to change their names. And let’s recognise that domestic violence and domestic homicide is serious, and it should never be treated as a lesser crime to anything else.”

Devey’s daughter, Poppy, a quantitative trading analyst, was murdered by her ex-boyfriend Joe Atkinson on 14 December 2018. Although Poppy had 49 knife wounds and more than 100 injuries, Atkinson’s tariff was fixed at 16 years – it was like, her mum said, she was being given 10 years’ worth of blame.

“I can’t change Atkinson’s sentencing, so I can’t focus on that,” she said. “But there will be people killed this week, next week. There will be other mothers who get that police officer coming to tell them the most hideous of things has just happened and now, from that moment, their lives are shattered. So we do it for them, so they get some sense of better justice.”

The collective voice of Killed Women will be difficult to ignore, says Emma Amble, who has been fighting for stricter laws around gun licences since her sister and her nieces were killed by their husband and father. “There’s power in numbers and in having other people who are behind you and understand what you’re fighting for,” she said.

Killed Women – whose founder members also include the families of Jan Mustafa, Mumtahina Jannat, Joanne Tulip, Gemma Lynne Marjoram, Letisha Precious Shakespeare, Tracey Kidd and Suzanne Van Hagen – is calling on other families who have lost female loved ones to violence to join their ranks and for public support in the form of a GoFundMe page to power their campaigning.

The new group has the backing of Refuge, the domestic abuse charity, Southall Black Sisters and Advocacy After Fatal Domestic Abuse (AAFDA). “There is a lot to learn from this group’s collective experience,” said AAFDA’s chief executive, Frank Mullane.

The Labour MP Jess Phillips and the Conservative chair of the women and equalities select committee, Caroline Nokes, are also among the supporters. “The voices of those most affected by extreme male violence have too often been heard briefly, but far too rapidly forgotten – Killed Women will change that,” said Nokes. Phillips agreed: “This organisation could be a gamechanger and force politicians to act with the resolve this crisis deserves.”

Some families will have to campaign away from the public eye. Bekhal Mahmod has been in hiding since testifying against her father and uncle who killed her sister, Banaz16 years ago.

Speaking to the Guardian on a withheld number, Mahmod said she “hated” not being able to join the other families in the campaign physically but wanted to raise her voice to keep alive the memory of her sister and other killed women.

“Everyone’s got enemies but I wouldn’t want anybody else’s heart to go through this. It’s something you never heal from,” she said. “But what does help, is the hope that we can change things for other families – we can give them a chance to have a life.”

#UK #Killed Women #Domestic violence #Male violence #One women is killed every three days

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awalkthroughstellis · 10 months

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To Rest In Eden

Warnings: Spoilers for Marius’ SR card “Twilight Beauty”

Summary: Needing a potted plant for her new bedroom design, Anna agrees to let her boyfriend take her plant shopping. To her surprise, Marius doesn’t bring her to a flower shop, but to a wonderful garden owned by the von Hagen’s. Seeing the rare flowers in bloom fills Anna with bittersweet feelings…

A wave a crisp air slapped me in the face the second I opened the passenger door. The outskirts of Stellis were just as well cared for as the rest of the city, and although it didn’t have buildings that reached the sky it retained the beauty of raw nature that was lost in human development.

I heard the driver’s side door open and close behind me, followed by footsteps on the gravel. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” I turned to him with a smile. “I thought we were going to any old flower shop.”

“Where’s the surprise in that?” Taking my hand and lacing our fingers together, Marius led me up the driveway towards the beautifully designed villa and the breathtaking garden that surrounded it. “I’ve seen your room, and I know how picky you are about it. Not just any potted plant will please you.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Way to make me sound high-maintenance.” I adjusted my cream coloured cardigan. “Since you know me so well, what kind of plant are we here for?”

“Have you ever seen an epiphyllum before?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t. They’re not exactly common flowers you come across casually. What makes them so rare?”

“Epiphyllums only bloom at night and only last for a couple of hours before they start to wither.” Slowly stopping, Marius lifted our linked hands above my head and twirled me a full three-sixty before pulling me closer and swaying back and forth in a tender dance. “We’re here to get you one.”

My arms naturally slid around his shoulders and linked together behind his neck. “These sound like the types of flowers a professional should be taking care of… Are you sure this is something I can handle?”

The confidence in his smile blew all my doubts away. “When you become determined about something, you make it happen. You did it to get accepted into school, to get your job… To get me.”

“Really?” I titled my head to the side, flashing a smirk of my own. “If memory serves, Mr. von Hagen, I believe it was you who made the first move.”

Instead of replying with words, he leaned in closer and spoke with a kiss instead. I sighed happily and kissed him back, unlocking my hands so I could play with the dark hair at the back of his neck. The soft sounds of our lips parting blended into the humming breeze and mummers of the insects.

“You’re wearing strawberry.” He suddenly said, his violet eyes dropping to my gloss covered lips.

“That’s right. You’re getting better at this.”

Caught up in the moment, I stood on the tips of my toes with the intention of kissing him again, but the sound of a phone pinging destroyed the atmosphere. I dropped back onto my heels and looked away as a hot blush painted my pale cheeks. When I glanced back at Marius, I realized he was frowning a little.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, shyness forgotten.

“Vincent just told me the gardener doesn’t recommend moving the epiphyllums for a few more days. He said they’ll bloom tonight.” Marius shoved his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry, Doll. It might take a little longer to get you that plant.”

“Marius, it’s okay. We can watch them bloom here-” Something dawned on me and I cocked my head back. “Is this why you asked me to reserve my entire weekend for you?”

He chuckled. “No, that’s not why. Not even I can predict when the flowers are gonna bloom. I just wanted you all to myself this weekend.”

I gave him a look. “I turned down a shopping trip with Robin and Harmony for you. I hope you don’t ever doubt that I love you.”

My response may not have been the most romantic, and yes, my sass often slipped into conversations, but I truly do love him. I would turn down anything if it meant getting to spend some time with him in-between his busy schedules.

“You said you have a nature painting to do for class, right? That will be a good way to pass the time. Besides, we’re swimming in references and gorgeous scenery right now. There’s gotta be something around here to spark your inspiration.”

Taking my hand again, Marius jerked his head towards the back of the property. “There’s a lotus pond over there. Let’s go check it out.”

The pond he led me to was absolutely gorgeous. The water was such a deep shade of blue it reminded me the sky at night, and bright green, healthy looking lily pads floated on the surface, acting as resting points for several green frogs. The lotuses themselves were the most eye-catching with their vibrant pink petals and sunshine yellow centres.

Marius sat at the base of a tree with his sketchbook in his lap and a couple of different pencils at his side. Not wanting to distract him from his assignment, I lingered near the pond and played with a couple of brave little ducklings as they swam back and forth between me and their parents, who didn’t seem to mind their babies getting close.

“So how do you know about this place? Are you a friend of the owner’s?” I asked, breaking the silence between us after some time.

“Something like that. This garden belongs to my brother.”

The mention of Giann von Hagen made me pause. I knew very little about Marius’ older brother, only that Marius cared a lot for him and that Giann has been missing for some time now. As curious as I am, the last thing I wanted to do was push him to talk about something that heavy.

“I didn’t realize Giann was into gardening. I take it he’s fond of efi… Epfha… How do you say it again?”

“Epiphyllums.” Marius replied, chuckling with an affectionate shake of his head. “He does, but he planted them in honour of my mother.”

Miss. von Hagen, another figure in his life I didn’t know very much about. Though, considering she passed away when Marius was still a baby, his knowledge of her as a person might not be too wide, either.

“I’m sorry.” I said, turning my gaze back to the pond. “I didn’t mean to bring them up.”

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t remember her, so I don’t have a deep connection like I do with my brother. What I know of her, I figured out from her music and paintings.” He kept his eyes on his work as he spoke, his pencil continuing to move across the page. “A painting she did of an epiphyllum is hanging in the hallway of our old home. I feel in love with it. I want to know what she was thinking when she painted it.”

A soft smile pulled at my lips. “With how well you paint, I can only imagine how beautiful her work is.”

Suddenly aware of how loose the elastic in my hair was, I tried to fix it but it slipped out before I could get the job done. Signing at the loss of the hour I spent on it this morning, I gathered it up and prepared to just throw it onto a bun. There’s no way I would be able to recreate the same level of detail in the braids and twists without my bobby pins and mirrors.

I heard shuffling and a moment later, Marius was standing behind me and slipping the elastic from my fingers. “I’ll fix it for you.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, I raised a brow. “I know you’re good with your hands, but you know how to style hair?”

“I can manage a simple braid. Don’t you trust me?”

I could picture his pout in my mind. “Alright. Go for it.”

Marius ran his fingers along my scalp, gently working out the knots before getting to work. He wasn’t pulling too tightly, and for a while I thought he was making the braid too loose, and I got even more curious when I realized he was braiding across and down, he was leaving portions of my hair out. It wasn’t until he tied the elastic and turned me to face him did I realize he put my hair into a lace braid, staring above my right ear and running diagonally to the left.

He brushed some stragglers from my face, tucking the pink strands behind my ears. My heart leapt as his thumbs caressed my cheeks. “There. Aren’t you just beautiful, my sweet Anna.”

My cheeks were burning again, but I couldn’t find the strength to look away from him. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I opened my mouth a little but no sounds were willing to come out. I couldn’t see, hear, or think anything but him and the and the loving expression he was wearing. It wasn’t until a particularly strong gust of wind ripped several pages from his sketchbook that this trance I was caught in was broken.

I crouched down to grab it, only to be startled by the sudden panic in Marius’ voice. “Anna, wait-”

The wind ripped it away just as my fingers grazed the sheet. The paper twirled and tumbled in the air as the breeze carried it away. For a brief moment, it was still enough for me to catch a glimpse of the drawing. The pond, the lotus, the ducks… and a woman with glasses sitting by the water had been drawn.

I stood up and looked at Marius. The blush on his cheeks and the nervous look in his averted eyes squashed my disbelief. “You drew me?”

He quickly recovered, lips curling from a shy frown to a confident smirk that looked way too attractive on him. “You were part of the landscape. How could I leave out such an important element?”

Not knowing what to do with myself, I looked down and adjusted the way my glasses rested on the bridge of my nose.

I could feel the air around him grow from confident to cocky. “What’s this? Have I flustered you, Little Miss?”

‘I have to knock him down a peg.’ I thought, eyeing the sketchbook tucked under his arm. I gasped dramatically. “Marius! Your art!”

A quick look of panic crossed his face as his head snapped to look behind him. I seized the opportunity to snatch his book and dash several feet away, opening the hardcover as I slid across the grass to a halt. Each page I flipped to stole some of my breath, the childish smile of success slowly falling as I took in every detail. All of these were portraits of me. The later ones I recognized from moments we’ve had together recently, but the older ones… they had to have been from before we got together.

Butterflies were swirling in my chest as I turned to my boyfriend. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Long enough that I can draw you from memory. I’ll be able to recreate that lost sketch in no time.” He took the book back and closed it, then grabbed my hand. “It’s getting late. Are you hungry yet?”

“No-”

My stomach rudely cut in to disagree. My face turned red and my eyes narrowed into a ‘don’t you dare say anything’ glare, but Marius was sporting an innocent closed-eyed smile.

I puffed out my cheeks, crossed my arms and turned my head to the side. “It’s not like I’m starving…”

Maintaining his grin, Marius leaned over and kissed me on the check. “Dinner is being prepared for us. It should be ready soon.”

Taking my hand, Marius led me back to the villa. After eating a delicious lasagna I knew my mother would love the recipe to, we headed back outside and made ourselves comfortable on a wooden bench across from a cluster of epiphyllums. The sky had taken on a rich indigo tone and sparkled with the brightest stars I’ve ever seen and a shimmering full moon.

“I can’t believe how beautiful it is out here.” I said, wrapping both my arms around his and leaning into him. “I’ve gone camping before but this… this is different. It’s peaceful.”

“It’s beautiful now, but wait until the epiphyllums bloom. Then you’ll really see how beautiful it can get.”

I moved my gaze to his profile and nearly melted when I peered into his eyes. No matter what sights appeared before me, I don’t think I’ll find anything more beautiful then those violet orbs.

The corners of his lips suddenly curled up. “What was that?”

My heart stopped and panic set in. “Nothing!”

I buried my face in his shoulder, too embarrassed to look at him any longer. I can’t believe I just spoke my thoughts out loud - who slips up that badly in real life?

A comfortable silence eventually fell over us. The sound of Marius’ breathing mixed in with the crickets and the gentle rustling of bushes and leaves in the nighttime breeze. My eyelids were staring to feel heavy and only got heavier when I rested my cheek against his strong shoulder. His hand covered my knee just them, his thumb drawing slow circles over my leggings.

“Getting sleepy?” He asked. That playful edge to his voice was present, but much softer then usual.

I hummed and snuggled in closer. “A little. I didn’t take a nap today, but I’ll-” A yawn cut me off. “Survive.”

“Why don’t you sleep a little now? I’ll wake you when the epiphyllums start to bloom.”

It wasn’t a bad offer, so I saw no reason to refuse. Taking my glasses off and placing them in my lap, I got comfortable and closed my eyes, breathing the scent of nature and Marius in.

~~~~~~~~~~

It didn’t take long for Anna to slip into a peaceful slumber. Her pink lips were parted slightly, the air from her soft exhales tickling his neck. Marius was tempted to gather her in his arms and set her in his lap, but the risk of waking her deterred him from the idea. Not what she was a light sleeper - the woman could sleep through a war as if gunfire was a lullaby, but waking her up was just asking to lose a finger. It’s a delicate process.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Marius quietly snapped a couple photos of her. Anna was gorgeous when she was being feisty but in moments like these where she was completely at peace, a different kind of beauty shined through. Ever since waking up next to her for the first time, seeing her in such a calm, vulnerable state, Marius was determined to protect this side of her and keep it for himself.

“If you knew how sweet you looked like this, would you keep letting me see it?” He wondered out-loud, his whispered question fading into the night without a reply.

Marius didn’t believe Anna was hiding her vulnerable side on purpose - he really felt that there was a guard he hasn’t managed to bring down yet. What that wall was protecting her from, he wasn’t fully sure, but hopefully one day it was let him through.

~~~~~~~~~~

Something poking my cheek pulled me from my dreams. My green eyes slowly peeled open, the angle of my head tilting so I could glare up at the man responsible. “What?”

He shushed me, put my glasses on and tapped my nose. “Smell.”

It wasn’t until I lifted my head and sniffed the air that I remembered where we were. My eyes shot to the epiphyllums, gasping in amazement at the sight of the white petals. They appeared to be shimmering beneath the silver moonlight and the aroma they gave off was heavenly sweet.

I jumped off the bench and pulled Marius with me, dragging him towards the flowers. “You’re kidding. Is this real? Flowers like this actually exist?”

“They do. It seems like the more beautiful the flower, the more rare they are to see.”

“I’m speechless.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief as I tried to find my stolen breath. “I just… I don’t have words, Mari.”

Every flower looked the same yet stood out with its own unique beauty that was unmatched yet on par with the one next to it. They were so vibrant with life it was hard to imagine that in a few mere hours, they would wither and lose their glory. I wonder, the next time they bloomed, if they would be just as lush.

An arm wrapped around my waist. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

I took a second to formulate an answer. “These epi… Epha…” I huffed. “These flowers, do you think they’ll bloom the same the next time they open?”

“That depends on the caretaker. If they’re raised with love and care, protected with genuine intentions, they have a pretty good chance. After all, they were only able to bloom because someone believed in them.”

“That’s true.” I paused, looking down to play with the hem of his sleeve. “Marius?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think they would be able to bloom this beautifully all on their own? Without having to rely on anyone for help?”

He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, it was so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. “Are we really talking about flowers here…”

“Huh?” I asked, pretending to miss what he mumbled.

“Nothing. Truthfully, I don’t think anything can blossom completely by itself. Wild flowers, even without the help of human hands, still rely on soil and sunlight and bees to flourish. Some flowers need more assistance then others. It doesn’t make them any less beautiful. I’d even say the ones who get extra assistance stand a little taller.”

His words sunk beneath my skin, flowing into wounds I thought healed long ago. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from all of a sudden.” I laughed a little. “I guess beautiful scenes make me emotional.”

Marius nuzzled his nose into my hair and gave my waist a gentle squeeze. “You have good soil and get lots of sunlight, but if you feel like you’re tilting, I’ll always be here to support you.”

My eyes started to sting but I blinked the threatening tears away. “Okay.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Several days later, a epiphyllum of my very own was delivered to my house. After doing a lot of research, I arranged some of the items in my room so that the flower pot could have the best spot for success in it’s bloom. I was determined to take the best care of it that I could, especially because not only was Marius trusting me with this, but it was one he planted himself.

Snapping a picture of it, I uploaded it to my blog with a sweet caption. Several minutes after it posted, I got a text message from my boyfriend.

Marius: Did you get your other gift?

Eyebrows furrowing, I approached the open box sitting on my bed. I was so excited about the flower I failed to realize he had sent something else with it. The envelope resting at the bottom was too large, wide and thick to be a regular letter.

“What have you done now?” I wondered, lifting the seal and carefully sliding the item out.

What landed on my lap was a small canvas painting, one that made me gasp and tear up. It was a portrait of me from the waist up, sleeping on a bed of epiphyllums. The expression on my face was so soft and tender, I almost didn’t believe it was actually me.

‘Is this how Marius sees me?’

I covered my mouth as a sob escaped, but it wasn’t one of sorrow or pain. It was a sob of joy; pure unbridled happiness, knowing that the man I loved saw me in such an innocent light.

#tears of themis #x oc #tot marius #marius von hagen

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I tend to forget myself when it comes to ask games so here's a whole bunch of numbers - 7, 9, 10, 11, 13, 19, 23, 24, 28, 33, 38

No problem, actually, thank you for the ask!

7. Your favorite Ao3 tag.

Emotional Hurt/Comfort — that’s the Good Stuff™️

9. Thoughts on cliffhangers?

I love them! As a writer, I don’t think I’m that good at executing them (it’s something I’m working on), while as a reader, I love them! Sure, they make you suffer badly, but many times it’s what keeps me going. Not being able to put a book down because you have to know what happens next is the best feeling ever.

10. Top three favorite fic tropes.

Already answered it here.

13. Rate your world-building skills from 1 to 10.

Honestly? I’d say 4 or 5. I haven’t had the need to really work on world-building yet because I have never written original stories—though I do have tons of OCs—and I’ve mostly written one-shots. I actually think Winx Club is proving to be the most challenging world to write in so far because the combination of magic with sci-fi elements is such an interesting concept which wasn’t always executed well in canon. I do have a bunch of headcanons and ideas to fix the world or at least make it more coherent (mostly stuff for a potential rewrite for the future, but there are other WIPs I’m working on at the moment so who knows about that), but I would hardly call it ‘being skilled at world-building’ because the world is already there.

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

I was hoping someone would ask that 👀

“Are you busy?”

“Yes.”

“That makes two of us, then.”

With a smile, Daphne placed her book on the table and sat in front of Griffin. As soon as she’d spotted Griffin in the library, she had chosen a book that wouldn’t draw attention to the real reason she’d gone there, careful to not opt for something that would make Griffin suspect she was hiding something—which she was.

Symbolism: How Whichcraft Redefined Magic Through The Use of Runes was the first title that had caught her attention. Daphne had always been fascinated by the different approaches to magic one could have, and one of the few bright sides of having so much time to herself because of the war was that she could focus on researching beyond what was required for her studies. Oritel wouldn’t be pleased by her growing interest in whichcraft, but Daphne found solace in the knowledge that her parents wouldn’t notice—they barely noticed anything these days.

“That’s an interesting choice.”

Daphne looked up, surprised Griffin would even talk to her. She surely must’ve known her ways around Symbolic Magic, Daphne thought, but as much as she wanted to ask her, there was another matter she urged to discuss with Griffin.

Daphne just hoped she wouldn’t notice her fake attempt at sounding casual.

“Are you and Hagen still working on the sword for Father?” she asked, nodding to a book that addressed the best ways to make a metal resistant to magical fire.

As soon as the news had slipped Marion’s lips, Daphne had been sure it had been Griffin’s idea. It was brilliant, really, to take advantage of the Dragon Flame to make their weapons more effective against the Coven.

If only they would let her—the actual keeper of the Dragon Flame—in.

It’s not really edited, but trust the process, right?

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

Definitely descriptions. Though dialogues can be tricky as well.

Why are descriptions harder than dialogues? Granted that dialogues aren’t easy, I think that when describing something, you have to know when to stop. You have to let the reader know where the characters are and what they’re doing without exceeding. I still have nightmares from reading Anna Karenina.

24. Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.

I love them! If well executed, they’re fantastic. Flashforwards can really catch the reader’s attention. I can only think of Berserk—when I was reading the first arc, I was dying on the inside because of anxiety. I think flashbacks can be trickier if they tend to slow down a story too much.

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

Actually, I might have those. What has helped me a lot is building a routine and staying organized. I struggle a lot with staying consistent to the point I never thought I would find a way to focus on a story longer than 10k words, and I still can’t believe I found a way. To me, it’s just a matter of knowing exactly where you’re going but still allowing yourself room for improvisation and mistakes.

I think the more you avoid writing, the more it gets scary. So write anything that comes to your mind. Literally anything. My first drafts are a huge mess, you can go from slightly decent paragraphs to paragraphs that read like the ramblings of a maniac. Chopped sentences, words that don’t mean what you think they mean. Awful, awful prose. But having something to come back to it’s so helpful. I think the myth of the first perfect draft needs to be abolished.

With that in mind, I can manage to write something everyday. Mind you, it’s not good. It’s not polished. It’s not even solid. But it’s something. Of course, stressing it too much won’t help. I don’t have a daily wordcount goal because I’m not a professional writer and I don’t have time to write everyday. But I try. Even if it’s just one word. I might get lucky and get something done, or I might not write a single word because my mind is blank. It’s fine. I just close the document and move on to something else.

Honestly, I understand the need to write down the most perfect, god-like prose known to heart, I really do, but realistically, it’s not something that I can manage. A badly written story is better than a non-written story. Plus, I enjoy editing, so there’s that.

Granted, everything I said it’s something that works for me. Everyone’s brain works differently, so I guess it’s just a matter of sifting through multiple options until you find the thing that works for you.

33. Give your writing a compliment.

Already answered it here.

38. “This never happened” fix-it fics or “This happened, but” fix-it fics?

“This happened, but…” fix-it, with the ‘but’ part being, ‘but I will cherry-pick only the silliest things I like and change everything else to cater to my specific needs’. (That is exactly what’s happening with my SotLK rewrite tbh.)

#writing #writing ask #my fics #sotlk rewrite #darkpoisonouslove #ask

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