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whimsywilde · 8 months

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Astarion's Mirror

I couldn't get this out of my head after seeing the idea mentioned somewhere. (A TikTok comment maybe?) I haven't written fanfic since DAI. How am I back at this again? I'm not 100% satisfied with it but if I fiddle too much, I'll lose interest and it will disappear in the WIP folder. lol Enjoy!

Thank you Larian Studios and Neil Newbon for this incredible, beautiful, heartbreaking character!

Recommened Listening: THE FEELS by Labrinth

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“Astarion…” she paused, hesitating, uncertain if the thought that had just danced across her mind would actually work. Sometimes she forgot he was a vampire. His lack of burning up in the sun tended to put his condition out of her mind. The mirror in his hand, however, had brought it back in stark relief. But… what if?

“As adorable as you are when thinking, I can’t help but feel there was more you wanted to say than just my name.” He smirked at her.

She resisted the urge to fall back into their playful banter. “What if you could see yourself… I mean, sort of.”

“What?” It was more of a whispered plea than a question. “How?”

“I’m not sure if it will work. But, the parasites… they’ve let us see into one another's minds before. It makes sense that we could see more.”

She hadn’t really been looking at him while she spoke, her eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance. Turning her attention more directly to him, his expression caught her off guard. She’d never seen him so vulnerable.

“We don’t have to. I’m not even completely sure it would work. I’ve never really tried to use it before. I just thought….”

“Would you try?” He interrupted, his voice still unnaturally hesitant, absent of the bravado she was used to. “Please.” It was almost an afterthought but may have been the most sincere she’d ever heard him.

She smiled tightly, worried now she’d be unable to connect that way, before closing her eyes and reaching for that alien presence within her mind. She hated the feeling of the cold shiver in her skull as she consciously connected to it and then, taking a breath, eyes tightly shut, reached out to where she felt she’d find Astarion.

At first the connection was light, barely perceptible, like cobwebs in the breeze. After focusing on it for a few seconds, reaching out to it with uncertain hands, it seemed to expand. With her eyes still tightly closed, it was the tide of emotions slowly rolling up in the shore of her mind that hit her first. The anticipation, hopeful expectation, fear and worry. She resisted the urge to retreat from the intensity of his feelings and the jumbled, wordless thoughts that came with them and, again, focused past them. After several seconds, she was surprised to suddenly find herself looking through Astarion’s eyes at herself. She stilled to allow the image of herself solidify in her mind.

Her eyes opened slowly. She allowed her gaze to linger near Astarion’s feet as gained confidence in the connection. The impatience he was feeling rushed to greet her through the bond.

“Look at me.” It was something between a command and a plea.

She opened her mind to him as completely as she could, wanting him to know that she had no motivations behind her actions and lingering gaze other than to allow him to see himself clearly, to be a mirror. She took a deep breath, centered herself and began to slowly lift her eyes up his body. Her gaze was gentle and curious, more that of an artist studying their work, rather than the lusty intensity of a lover. She followed the narrow slope of his hips up his chest and across his shoulders, her eyes lingering for mere moments before moving on. As she reached his neck, there was a brief glance to the scars that had made him the creature he was, before following his perfectly coiffed hair around his face.

Part of her still wanted to tease him, to play. They’d been having fun, taken next to nothing seriously while they traveled and fought together. Even when she allowed him to drink from her, always standing since him hovering over her had felt too intimate, she typically pushed him away afterward with a joke on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. It was easy and had been so natural to keep him just close enough without letting him in. The intensity of his feelings pouring into her now was more than she bargained for and she had a moment of regret for offering to even try. She didn’t want to feel so much. It left her vulnerable. Opened her up to much more than she wanted to be aware of. Her eyes had frozen at the base of his throat. Why couldn’t she bring herself to look up? She didn’t like the answers her heart was trying to give. His fingers curled lightly under her chin, lifting her face upward, pulled her attention back.

Her eyes snapped up to his suddenly and he gasped. The light from the campfire flickered and flashed across brilliant crimson. My eyes. Those are my eyes. His thoughts came through their link in sharp clarity. Her attention refocused on allowing him to see his face after so long in the dark and allowed the intensity of what he was feeling to drown out her own heart. She didn’t need to exist for this moment. She was giving this gift and she allowed herself to fall back within to the place of an observer. With her surrender, it allowed him to direct her eyes across his features. He took himself in fully and they stood in hushed stillness, eyes and minds locked together.

With their minds so fully blended, she almost didn’t notice her hand absentmindedly reaching out to rest lightly on the side of his face. He didn’t pull away. She used her thumb to pull gently at his bottom lip, exposing his fangs to her gaze.

They passed several seconds that way before her hand dropped, her vision swirling and darkening. She felt her body sway heavily and would have fallen if Astarion hadn’t caught her. Her head was pounding while her stomach churned. She sent up a silent prayer, to whatever god may be listening, that she wouldn’t vomit.

Astarion supported her body against his gently. When she tried to push away from him, he lifted her carefully and carried her to her tent, laying her down on her bedroll.

“You pushed yourself too far. You need to rest,” he scolded. She wanted to protest; to throw out some snarky remark in an attempt to catch him off guard so that they could go back to the superficial game they shared, but she couldn’t seem to measure out enough strength to respond. Sleep was quickly overtaking her. She was never sure if he’d actually turned to look at her before leaving the tent and whispered a strangled thank you or if it was just part of the fevered dreams of the night.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion x oc #larian studios #thank you larian #neil newbon

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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a good omens grieving update because if I'm crying at 5 am you better be too.

Good morning, maggoty loves of mine. Despite all attempts to distract myself and you all with wedding cakes and dresses and textposts, it is five in the fucking morning, and I've been crying for half an hour already.

I'm listening to the Pentatonix cover of Hallelujah on loop and I will never be normal about anything ever again and there is nothing you, I, God, Satan or even Neil can do about it.

@mirrorleaf was kind enough to hijack my stupid royal family post with this fucking gorgeous edit of season 1 set to Hallelujah. Thank you, I'm now fucking sobbing and I found another edit again of season 1 and then I read fics and now I'm NOT FUCKING OKAY.

All the times Aziraphale looks up to Heaven and prays, how hopeful and desperate he is, and then the way he looks at Crowley while he's pinned against the wall, entirely calm and sure and safe.

And the song playing with Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah over Crowley crying over alcohol when he thought Aziraphale had died. I'm not okay.

I need to watch season 1 again. When I watched it first, it was in two installments with you maggots on livestream, and the first installment was like two days after I was kidnapped as Mascot of Good Omens. Needless to say, it was all a fever dream.

Then I watched this edit now and there's so much. There's so much fucking layers and emotion and nuance that I didn't notice. And it's absolutely going to wreck me and then I'll have to rewatch season 2 and by then I'll have no self-preservation and I'll have read the book and I'll never ever be okay again and I'll have to live with it.

You all really just found a guy on the internet and fucking wrecked him, huh. This fandom really just did that. Now salt and pepper shakers made me think about Crowley's Fall and the inherent transience of human nature and The angel you knew is not me.

It hurts. I thought I was ridiculous about Drarry. No I was entirely fucking reasonable about Drarry. This is a gut punch except to the throat. Repeatedly.

I remember when I made a post a day or two after finishing season 2 and someone, @thescholarlystrumpet it was probably you, told me that grief isn't a linear process and to take care. To anyone outside this broken fandom, that would seem like a disproportional response to a show's season 2 finale when we know that it will end happily. Everyone in this fandom knows how much that reminder is needed, though.

Besides, though we know that the show ends happily, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley will be together and it is inevitable, how does it still fucking hurt so much? I knew all the spoilers, technically, of the show before I started, and it still surprised me with the emotions.

I had to stop writing this post for a few minutes because an image came to my mind and I had to sketch it. Of how I'd felt when I came here, lonely and frightened, and how the fandom grabbed me and forced me to watch the show and how much it hurts and how beautiful it is and how it feels like a mirror. A shattered mirror, one that's soaked with all our blood and tears, but it showed me I wasn't alone. So here, have this brief sketch and do NOT come at with about pretentiousness my beloved maggots because for one, I have always aspired to be pretentious and for another, THE SUN HASN'T FUCKING RISEN AND I'VE BEEN IN TEARS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Congratulations, the next time anyone asks you if you've ever killed anyone, every one of you can confidently say that yes, you are indeed directly responsible for murder. My blood is on your hands, motherfuckers, you adopted a Mascot and then killed him.

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rosepascal · 10 months

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For your 1k celebration!!

Frankie and f!reader are in a long term relationship, no kids. He has been home and decommissioned for a while and is really enjoying civie life. Reader keeps him happy in the bedroom and well fed and stuffed with his favorite foods in the kitchen. Over time, the guys begin to notice Frankie is getting a fuller frame/bigger belly (cloths fitting not the same) and Frankie notices that reader really likes the extra Frankie she has on her hands now. Maybe he’s a little self conscious at first, but begins to enjoy his new figure.

this is so cuteeeee also I made this longer than I meant too lol

join my 1K Celebration

warnings: insecurity from frankie

The first thing Frankie noticed as he got ready for guys night was that his jeans were too tight. The effort it took to get them buttoned was more than usual and he didn't even need a belt.

He didn't think much of it. Until he got to the bar and the boys got a few drinks in. With loosened inhibitions it was Santi who brought it up first.

"Civilian life treating you well Cat?" He pokes Frankie's stomach and the group laughs. Frankie swats his hand away and swear at him.

"Jealous Pope? I got a loving girlfriend and you got what? An empty apartment?" He shoots back. No malice in his words as everyone laughs it off.

"Her cooking is to die for, I don't blame you for putting on a few pounds."

The conversation moves on after that but that stuck with Frankie for the rest of the night. Had he been gaining weight? I mean yeah but not that much right? As he gets home he takes off his shirt and jeans and climbs into bed next to you. His arm wrapping around your waist and you snuggle into him half asleep. He drifts asleep, head filled with thoughts about you.

It's too early when he wakes up.

The sun peaking through the curtains shines directly into his eyes. To his dismay you're already gone. The clattering of pans from downstairs signals that you aren't far though. He groans as he stretches his arms and gets out of bed.

Heading into the bathroom he gets a good look at himself in the mirror. The fleeting conversation with pope still lingering in the back of his mind.

Standing to the side he pokes at his stomach. He holds his arms, and he sees what everyone else apparently sees. He's not as fit as he used to be.

When he was in Delta Force he worked out and ate less. It's been years since he served and now he's just contractor. Sure its not easy work but its not the same.

If Santi noticed this then there's no way you didn't. Why haven't you said anything? Frankie wants to be his best for you and this, this isn't his best. Throwing on a shirt and some sweatpants he heads downstairs. The smell of waffles fills the kitchens and Frankie can't help but drool. He loves waffles.

"Hey there baby." You say happily as you slide a plate of waffles with whipped cream over to him.

"Made your favorite." Your always so sweet to him. There's not a day goes by that Frankie isn't thankful for you in his life. His stomach rumbles but he looks down and grimaces.

"Thank you sweetheart but I have to pass today." He hates the way your face falls as he slides the plate back to you.

"Why don't you eat this and I'll clean up." He walks over and squeezes your hips gently before shooing you out of the kitchen.

You're left confused as you watch him clean the dishes. He loves your waffles, he never turns them down.

"So...I was thinking that we could finally try that snickerdoodle cookie recipe my grandma gave me." You offer, knowing how much he loves those cookies. He nods but it's what he says next that sets off alarm bells in your head.

"Sure, but I was thinking of heading to the gym today so can we do it after?" Now, you have nothing against Frankie going to the gym but he hasn't gone in years. Plus he denies morning waffles? Somethings wrong. Walking over you shut off the faucet and cross your arms.

"Alright what's wrong?" He shakes his head and waves you off.

"Nothing's wrong. Just felt like going to the gym."

"Francisco Morales do not lie to me." He shivers at the sound of his full name. Your intense stare refuses to break and he folds. Sighing he runs his fingers through his hair and looks down.

"I'm out of shape. I don't look the same as before." It makes you angry to hear him talk about himself like that.

"You mean when you were eating rations and putting your body through hell?" You counter and he looks to argue but you don't let him.

"Frankie baby, I love you. I love seeing you happy and relaxed. If that means you put on some extra weight then who cares." You cup his face and pull him into a sweet kiss.

"Got it?" Frankie smiles, covering your hands with his own. How did he get so lucky? He just needs you to take away any negative thoughts in his head.

"I love you." He mumbles as he pecks your lips. His stomach rumbles louder this time and it makes you giggle. You pick up the plate and hand it to him.

"Besides Frank, you look sexy in sweatpants."

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #1k celebration

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midnightsapphire · 1 year

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What Once Was (Chapter Three)

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Warnings : Targ!cest, future nsfw, mentions of violence & death, slow burn, reader insert but slight oc! Descriptions, Aegon being Aegon

A/N - Here is where things start brewing! Enjoy soft young aemond x reader while they last because the next chapter is where everything goes down!

+18 ONLY, Mild NSFW ahead, MINORS DNI

Feedback is appreciated! Much love!

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I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

“I swear on my heart. You shall have your dragon and I shall have my sworn protector.”

(Y/N)’s words rang through Aemond’s head like a montage, his hands shaking in anticipation as he neared the mouth of the dragonpit. His eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden darkness that enveloped him the deeper he went into the cavern where the many beasts were held. The stench of the beast and flames never deterred the boy as he constantly peeked over his shoulder to see if the dragon keepers tailed him.

A distant roar caught Aemond’s attention as he neared a large opening, hands sweating from either nervousness or anticipation, he no longer knew. The familiar rumble shook the ground he stood on as a light flickered in the darkness. The dragon opened its mouth with a ferocious roar, causing the young prince to stumble on his own feet once he recovered from his initial shock as he tripped and crawled out of the pit.

The blonde internally cursed himself for his cowardice, angrily kicking at the dirt under him as he saw the blinding light of the entrance grow larger and larger.

How did he expect to win her hand if he couldn’t even win himself a dragon?

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(Y/N) felt the goosebumps on her arms raise as Helaena graciously set the case of bugs on her lap, toying with a centipede in her own hands as she inspected the creature with curiosity. Queen Alicent had joined them, a distant look of boredom on her face as she looked at her only daughter and grandchild (which she said with.. Light discretion.), mumbling question after question to the young Helaena simply to keep the conversation going.

“This one has 60 rings and two pairs of legs on each.”

“That’s.. 240?” (Y/N) hummed, looking through the many glass cases as she tried to keep the grimace on her face out of sight for Helaena’s sake. It wasn’t so often that people other than the handmaids or her mother herself were around the young girl and her oddities. It was, although somewhat, a relief to Alicent that someone genuinely wanted to be in the present of her child.

“It has eyes though I don’t believe it can see.”

“And why is that so, do you think?” Alicent asked as she heaved out a sigh, leaning one hand onto the floor they were sat upon as the other held her chin up.

“It seems to be beyond our understanding.” (Y/N) joined in as Helaena glanced at her before breaking into a soft smile.

“I suppose you’re right, as.. Some things just are.” Alicent mumbled, putting a hand on Helaena’s shoulder as the smile was quickly wiped off her face, her muscles tensing under her mother’s touch that made (Y/N)’s heart clench.

She knew of the distance between the queen and her children, not knowing how such a rift could be caused in her younger age. But as (Y/N) grew all the wiser, she began to understand the predicaments the queen held. With marrying at such a young age to a man she didn’t particularly love, handling duties far too great for someone at 10 and 5. It seemed all too much for a person of her caliber, listening to the ghost’s whispers in her ear in the form of her father.

Parts of (Y/N) thanked the gods that her own mother hadn’t been that way. Although still particularly riddled with faults, her own mother was never one to push such responsibility on her shoulders.

Her thoughts were broken at the sound of the large doors opening, both (Y/N) and Alicent’s heads turning at the king’s guard tugging in a dirtied and disheveled Aemond into their chambers. “Your Grace.” He spoke softly, ushering the blonde in as he fought the knight’s grip with a grunt.

“Aemond.” Alicent said with worry as she held her son close to her, cupping his face in her hands as he fought even her grasp, his cheeks twinging a soft pink in comparison to his pale skin at the sight of (Y/N) anxiously watching the mother and son, the case of Helaena’s collection gently set aside as her eyes turned over to him.

“He did it again.” The knight confessed as (Y/N) sighed, guilt ridding her knowing she had left him alone for her duties with Helaena. It was no longer a wonder to her why he had chosen to stay behind, claiming he would do nothing but linger around before he had to attend his mandatory training with Ser Cole and the rest of the boys.

“They made me do it!”

“As if you needed encouragement. Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding” Alicent scolded, holding him at arm’s length as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, knowing it hadn’t- nor did she expect it to be the last time- he had snuck off to the pits in search to claim his own dragon. She had sworn the last time her heart had almost burst out of her chest when the knights informed her it had nearly burned most of his hair off.

“They gave me a pig!” Aemond said desperately as (Y/N) stood up, fingers twiddling together as she stood behind his mother.

“A what?”

“They.. They said they had a dragon for him. But it was a pig. Faux wings, tail and all.. Your Grace.” (Y/N) said with a sigh, bowing her head as she interjected herself into the conversation. Aemond avoided her gaze as soon as he felt the burn at the base of his throat, the stinging of his eyes knowing the reddening of his eyes gave away his anguish.

“You will have a dragon one day.” His mother reassured, caressing her thumbs against his cheekbones.

“He will have to close an eye.”

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(Y/N) flinched as she listened to Alicent’s ranting to her grandfather through the crack in the door, heaving out the breath she had been holding as Alicent brazenly spoke of what everyone in the court had whispered behind her back, behind her entire family’s back.

“To have one child like that is a mistake, to have three is an insult, to the throne, to you, to House Velaryon and the match you battled so hard to make for her. Not to mention decency itself and her recluse of a daughter, Viserys! Aemond has.. Aemond has grown with this obsession for both the dragon and her hand. It has gone entirely too far and I refuse to have a child of mine engage with any of her.. plain-looking children.”

(Y/N) glared at her shoes, sucking on her teeth as her hands clenched at her sides with every word Alicent hissed to her grandsire, who’s words tried to comfort his frantic wife. It was almost impossible to think that her and her mother had once been joined at the hip.

But even she knew that was far too long ago.

Hearing enough, she had ripped herself away from the door, marching over to Aegon’s room as she glanced around the corner of the hall directly leading over to his chambers. Narrowing her eyes, she grabbed a small rock she had found when roaming around the keep and tossed it in the other direction, quickly gaining the attention of the knights as they straightened and followed the sound.

“Idiots in armor, the lot of them.” She whispered in disbelief as she snuck her way into the older prince’s chambers. A large grimace instantly made its way onto her face as she passed by the empty cups of ale, the stench of sweat and alcohol burning at her nose the deeper she went into his chambers. She could have sworn she heard a breathy whisper of her name as she neared the foot of Aegon’s bed, his back facing her as he stood stark naked in his windowsill, hand furiously rubbing at himself as he released breathy gasps. His eyebrows furrowed as his grip on the stone windowsill tightened, unbeknownst to the audience he had behind him.

“Who’s idea was it? The pig.” (Y/N) hissed, surprising the older boy as he stumbled backwards, bunching the blankets around himself hurriedly before pausing once his violet eyes met hers. A smug smile grew on his face despite his confusion as he sat up, his eyes trailing down his niece’s body as she stood her ground, not daring to touch anything in his room.

“This again? And to think you’ve finally come to accept my proposal, dear niece.” Aegon snickered, leaning back into his pillows as (Y/N) dared to take a step forward, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared down at her uncle. “Was it your plot?” She hissed through clenched teeth as Aegon rolled his eyes, brushing his messy locks out of his face as he looked through his many cups in search for more ale.

“It was Jace and.. the other one It-It was the two of them.” He grunted, tossing the cups aside with a clatter as he shifted his position in his bed. “I don’t see the need for such concern. My brother is a twat without a dragon.”

“He is your family!”

“It was funny!”

“Do you think my brothers would be your playthings forever?” (Y/N) mumbled as she sat her knees down onto Aegon’s bed. Her actions caused the older blonde to look up at her with a raised eyebrow, his body straightening as he instinctively leaned towards her.

“Soon, my mother will ascend the Iron Throne and I after her while my brothers inherit all of Driftmark. All while your mother challenges the throne in order for you to take it.” She mumbled, noting how his gaze broke away from hers, trailing down from her lips and down to her chest, knowing she had his full attention.

“Then I won’t challenge-” He mumbled in a daze as (Y/N) crawled closer to him, his body moving on its own as he laid down once she had straddled his hips, one leg on either side as his eyes widened further.

“You yourself are a challenge, Aegon. Simply by living and breathing.” (Y/N) whispered as her hand laid on his chest, the other cupping his cheeks in between her thumb and index finger in order for their eyes to meet. Fighting her disgust as Aegon’s eyes fluttered under her gaze, her hands trailed down under her skirts, gripping the hilt of the blade her- Ser Harwin had graciously gifted her on her 10th name day.

“What everyone in the realm believes is that you were to be in succession simply for being the King’s firstborn son.” She whispered as she slid the blade out of its casing, pressing the tip of the blade harshly against Aegon’s hardness as her eyes darkened. A wave of fear passed through Aegon’s violet eyes as he kept himself from thrashing at the small sting in between his legs as his body tensed.

“Are you mad?!”

“Furious, actually.” (Y/N) scoffed, glare hardening at Aegon as her grip on his face tightened, his mouth forming into a pout as she squeezed his cheeks. “Who knows if the realm will continue to cheer your succession when they find your cock nailed to the steps of the Iron Throne. Would they still consider you the first born son then? I’m more than sure the whores of the Street of Silk would graciously confirm it to be yours shall you deny it.” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth as Aegon paled at her words.

“Do any harm towards Aemond- Seven Hells if you so much as make a jest towards him again. I’ll gladly see to it this incident will be more a promise than a threat.” She whispered, flashing him an innocent smile as she crawled off his lap, leaving her uncle gasping for air as he put his hands over his lap, sheepishly nodding his head when she had raised an eyebrow in understanding.

“Now.. get dressed. You look.. disgusting.”

"Why must you both defend each other so much?" Aegon huffed as (Y/N) swore she saw a glimpse of.. sadness? Longing in his eyes? It almost made her remorseful.

Almost.

But it was easily cast aside as she remembered all the snide comments, the torment towards her and her family, towards Aemond.

"You could never understand. While your heart grows cold with resentment, mine burns solely for him."

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jalwyn21 · 3 months

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It's so funny how swifties, without even realizing, end up calling Taylor on her bullshit when they attack other people. When Joe posted that ig story about Palestine swifties got mad at him because him posting it made Taylor look bad - they were subconsciously admitting that her not talking about this, with the amount of power she has, was bad. When swifties started attacking Olivia for "vampire" claiming it was about Taylor, they subconsciously admitted Taylor IS capable of taking advantage of a young woman's fame and money. Her hardcore fans know what she's like, they just don't want to admit she's not a good person bc then they'll have to look at themselves in mirror and see they stan a bad person.

"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror.." So close... and yet so far..

#joe alwyn #free joe alwyn #joealwyn #jalwyn #nonnie #q&a #anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #toxic swifties #parasocial behavior #toxic taylor swift

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perspectivestarters · 2 years

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; MIDNIGHTS by Taylor Swift (Part I)

LAVENDER HAZE

"Meet me at midnight."

"You don't ever say too much."

"You don't really read into my melancholia."

"You handled it beautifully."

"All this shit is new to me."

"I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride."

"The only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying."

"You weren't even listening."

"Talk your talk and go viral."

"I just need this love spiral."

"Get it off your chest."

"Get it off my desk."

"I just wanna stay."

MAROON

"We lost track of time again."

"You were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"I see you every day now."

"I chose you."

"So scarlet, it was maroon."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?"

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you, no matter what."

"I lost you."

"Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."

"I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave."

ANTI-HERO

"I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser."

"Midnights become my afternoons."

"My depression works the graveyard shift."

"All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room."

"I should not be left to my own devices."

"They come with prices and vices."

"I end up in crisis."

"Tale as old as time."

"I wake up screaming from dreaming."

"I'm the problem."

"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror."

"It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero."

"I'm a monster on the hill."

"Pierced through the heart, but never killed."

"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?"

"I've realized all this time."

"Life will lose all its meaning."

"She's laughing up at us from hell!"

"It's me, I'm the problem, it's me."

SNOW ON THE BEACH

"I saw flecks of what could've been lights."

"It might just have been you."

"Life is emotionally abusive."

"Time can't stop me quite like you did."

"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"It's like snow at the beach."

"Weird but fuckin' beautiful."

"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

"I've never seen someone lit from within."

"To hide that would be so dishonest."

"It's fine to fake it 'til you make it."

"I can't speak, afraid to jinx it."

"I don't even dare to wish it."

"Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet."

"Can this be a real thing, can it?"

"It's comin' down."

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

"Summer went away, still the yearning stays."

"I play it cool with the best of them."

"He's gonna notice me."

"We're the best of friends anyway."

"You're smoking with your boys."

"I didn't choose this town."

"I dream of getting out."

"There's just one who could make me stay all my days."

"I waited ages to see you there."

"I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared."

"You're on your own, kid."

"You always have been."

"I picked the petals, he loves me not."

"Something different bloomed."

"I'll run away."

"I called a taxi to take me there."

"My dreams aren't rare."

"I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."

"The jokes weren't funny."

"I took the money."

"My friends from home don't know what to say."

"I saw something they can't take away."

"There were pages turned with the bridges burned."

"Everything you lose is a step you take."

"You've got no reason to be afraid."

"Yeah, you can face this."

"You're on your own, kid. You always have been."

MIDNIGHT RAIN

"He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."

"He wanted a bride, I was making my own name."

"He stayed the same."

"All of me changed like midnight."

"My town was a wasteland."

"But for some, it was paradise."

"My boy was a montage."

"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice."

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain."

"But for him, it's every day."

"All the love we unravel."

"The life I gave away."

"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted."

"He never thinks of me except for when I'm on TV."

"I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted."

"I never think of him except on midnights like this."

QUESTION...?

"I remember."

"We had one thing goin' on."

"I swear that it was somethin'."

I don't remember who I was before you."

"You painted all my nights a color I've searched for since."

"One thing after another."

"Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications."

"I just may like some explanations."

"Can I ask you a question?

"Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"

"Then what did you do?"

"Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?"

"Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?"

"She said it was too much."

"Do you wish you could still touch her?"

"It's just a question."

"Did you realize out of time?"

"She was on your mind with some dickhead guy."

"It was one drink after another."

"Fuckin' politics and gender roles."

"You're not sure and I don't know."

"I just may like to have a conversation."

"Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?"

"What's that that I heard?"

"That you're still with her?"

"That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable."

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caufee-studies · 1 year

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The sun is finally coming up

Is it really the sun tho, it looks like a red hot ball of fire, wait-

#maybe I should've slept #anyways it really just looks red #and not-sun-like #anyways i am just saying shit #i think the cold is freezing my brain to mouth filter rn #desi shit posting #desiblr #I'll look directly in the sun but never in the mirror #okay I'll shtup now #caufeespills #mine

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axailslink · 1 year

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Lipstick Stain

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Summary: You're being cute with Rosalie and kissing on her which leads Salome to notice a lipstick stain on her cheek.

Snippet from the fic: “ "I love that woman more than the stars in the sky love the dark." ”

You hate when Rosalie leaves to take on new shows with her aunt Salome. You tell her all the time that she should branch out on her own she's just as good as her aunt and you could be her manager but she laughs at the thought. So once a month you both prepare yourselves for a week or two without each other where her and her aunt travel to beautiful places to perform.

Rosalie packs her suitcase in a hurry while you watch sitting on your shared bed the sadness is evident in your eyes when she buckles the clasps she looks up and is immediately saddened too. "Y/n don't" you sigh and try to suck up the emotions that are soon to come pouring out of you like a fountain but it's of no use because when she approaches you and gently touches your cheek your eyes are quick to water. "Rose" she nods as she straddles your lap both of her hands finding their way to your face before the tears can fall "I know I know please don't cry because I'll cry and you look too beautiful you've got your makeup done and you're all dressed. Please." You nod as you peck her lips her smile is immediate as she wipes at the single tear that's found its way to her thumb and kisses right underneath your eye. "You're so easy to sadden we've done this many times dearest." The look you give Rosalie as she continues to rub your cheeks is the perfect example of love-struck. "It never stops hurting. I love you more than the stars in the sky love the dark Rosalie Otterbourne." Rosalie laughs and shakes her head "and I love you more than the sun loves the moon... But when the sun goes up the moon goes down and it's time for the sun to go up." She's always been better with her words truthfully it's kind of annoying but it can be endearing.

"Rose" Rosalie looks down at you "yes?" You make sure she's looking you in your eyes when you say "you've got a little something here" Rosalie looks back at the mirror in front of you both only for you to surprise her with a firm kiss on her cheek. When Rosalie turns around to face you again her smile is wide and lighting up not only the room but your emotions too. She has her ways. "Mhm c'mon give me a kiss beautiful. I'd tie you down and keep you here before I let you leave without kissing me good bye." You gently grab Rosalie's chin with your pointer finger and thumb making sure she's looking directly at you with half lidded love struck gaze she's giving you which only makes you smile as you pull her to you slowly closing the distance between you two. Rosalie expects your lips on her own but she's shocked when she feels your lips everywhere but on her own. You leave trails of kisses from her jaw to her neck and you don't stop as you get to the collar of her blouse in fact you unbutton it a bit so you can keep going until you reach just above her right breast. Rosalie lets you as her arms wrap around your neck keeping you close.

Rosalie's gaze turns towards the living room door as she hears creaking on her porch she''s quick to push you away seeing her aunt through the sheer curtain covering the front door peak through the window. "Shit I've lost track of time" you prop yourself up on the bed with your elbows as you watch her panic and grab her bags when she starts to head for the door you cock a brow. "You're forgetting something" Rosalie turns on her heel and thinks for a moment as Salome knocks on the front door impatiently "what? What am I forgetting?" You take your time getting up as you pull her to you by her waist she smiles but the panic is still written on her face. You pay it no mind that woman can wait. You press a soft firm kiss to her lips as you gently button her blouse covering the lipstick stains you placed only minutes ago. Rosalie being all hot and bothered only makes the kiss a lot more sensual as her hand grabs the back of your neck deepening the kiss causing you to let a moan of surprise. Usually Rosalie doesn't get like this because she knows she'll have to wait a week or two for her to act on the thoughts currently running through her mind but today she just can't help herself.

The deeper and sloppier the kiss gets the more impatient Salome gets her knocks become rapid and she's starting to shake the door handle now too. You're the one to break the kiss as you gasp for air while Rosalie only smiles knowing the effect she has on you. "Don't miss me too much" you smile and shake your head "I'd be a fool not to miss you." Rosalie nods in agreement as she finally answers the door and you follow behind her.

"About damn time Rosalie! Girl you ready?" Rosalie nods but Salome takes a moment to take in Rosalie's figure the way she walked with her bags she seemed a bit staggered as if her undergarments are wet, the way she looks a bit disheveled and the lipstick on her collar and cheek doesn't go unnoticed. "What happened to you love? You get into a fight with your lipstick this morning?" You keep quiet as you sit on the couch flipping through the newspaper. "No ma'am just running a bit late is all" Salome glances at you then Rosalie "was it your lipstick or your roommate? I've heard you not a good girl to have around mines." You smile as you answer "no ma'am I'd never hurt her. I wouldn't dare mess up that pretty face she's my best girlfriend." Yeah that she is.

Rosalie's aunt has never liked you and you think this is because you "corrupt" Rosalie and make her think she can be her own woman you're the reason she's got her own house and her own life... Almost. Rosalie smiles to herself but bites her inner cheek when Salome looks back at her. "Aunty you seemed to be knocking in a rush I think we'd better go." Salome nods as she turns around and makes her to the door Rosalie watches and waits for her to hit the corner in which she can no longer see inside the house before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "She doesn't hate you just so you know" you nod a bit unsure about that.

The car ride is long and silent for a while until Salome interrupts it "you and that girl need to be careful. Two pretty women in a nice house with no male visitors it ain't hard to know what's going on between you two." Rosalie smiles at the thought of you not paying attention to her words "I love her" Salome nods "I know you do the lipstick stains on your collar and cheek proves the same from her." Rosalie pulls out her handheld mirror and wipes gently at the lipstick left from earlier. "Oh no you don't understand. I love that woman more than the stars in the sky love the dark."

"Please tell me that doesn't mean I have to be nice to her." Rosalie's laugh is so loud it echoes as she leans into the seat and points her mirror at her aunt "I knew you liked her" Salome smiles to herself "she's alright...ish." Rosalie groans and grabs her arm shaking it "admit it she's lovely. She cooks and cleans and she looks so well doing it. Not only that she loves me just as much as I love her. No man has ever! So say iiiiiit." Salome shrugs "alright she's lovely."

A/n: it's been one busy fucking week man and next week is going to be the same.

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deadlypoetacademia · 2 years

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*I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror* All my life i have been so insecure that there was a point, i hated looking in the mirror. I was young and alone. Whenever anyone would bully me for my looks, my friends would join them and laugh later on about that. Until this point, no matter what i say or believe myself, deep down i know, i seek validation. Looking at the old pictures makes me realise on how cruel i was on my own self. Because no matter what people say, it was my decision to believe them and i am actually the villian of my story *it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero*

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hamliet · 1 year

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Weiss and Jaune: Chemical Wedding 2.0

Weiss and Jaune have begun another chemical wedding this season, and it parallels the second chemical weddings of Ren and Nora and Blake and Yang (Ruby and Oscar have still thus far only had their first).

Okay, okay, I'll back up. I previously wrote this about chemical weddings in RWBY. A chemical wedding is massively important for alchemy stories. It can be platonic, but is most often romantic. RWBY has, in particular, been using direct inspiration from classic alchemical art to illustrate when they've had one.

This scene in RWBY Volume 9 is no different.

Lyndy Abraham notes that

the chemical wedding... [has] the lovers frequently personified by Sol, and Luna, sun and moon. Edward Kelly wrote In this art you must wed the sun and moon.

Herb has a sun and moon symbol on him. Look at his chest. (Link goes to the more simplistic version, but the combined sun/moon is in the image below, from Manly Palmer Hall manuscript 14).

Not only that, but the framing emphasizes that Jaune is Sun and Weiss is moon. Jaune is in the sunlight. Weiss stands in the shadows. In alchemy, shadow is associated with the moon.

Chemical weddings also almost always involve elements of death. In fact, it is death as "Mercurius" that often unites them; in RWBY this is frequently an antagonistic character. Adam for Bumblebly, the Nuckelavee for Renora, and previous Cinder and now the Curious Cat for Weiss and Jaune.

For those who have had two weddings so far, Bumbleby and Renora, we see that their first and second chemical weddings were inverses of the first. Blake and Yang were first targeted by Adam and hurt. Then, they fought Adam and defeated him together. Ren and Nora saved each other but had to leave their village. Then, Ren and Nora defeated the Nuckelavee together.

In Weiss and Jaune's, Cinder taunted Jaune about letting Pyrrha die and about his own sense of self-importance/identity.

Jaune: What is wrong with you...? (seething) How can you be so broken inside... to take so many lives, and then come here and rub it in our faces like it's something to be proud of?!...

Cinder: (chuckling) I'm starting to remember you, you're the dense one that can't tell when he's out of his league....

Cinder: You're just a failure with a death wish.

Cinder also tells Jaune "are you going to let [Weiss] die too?" in reference to Pyrrha. She slides her gaze towards Weiss before throwing the spear at her. Guess what the Cat does?

The Curious Cat also taunts Jaune by appearing as Penny, and then as Pyrrha, mocking him with the two women whose deaths he feels responsible for. Plus, the dialogue between the Cat and Jaune reads very familiar.

Jaune: You... you didn't. You MONSTER... you were the one who killed--who LIED--

Curious Cat: You were never a brave knight either! Just more fairy tale nonsense!

Except, instead of Cinder hurting Weiss to hurt Jaune, this time the Cat gets Weiss to hurt Jaune directly.

These are all references to this classic chemical wedding art:

And this one depicting a chemical wedding occurring at a tree from a 17th century Speculum Veritatus (which, for what it's worth, means "Mirror of Truth" in Latin, and Weiss's song is called Mirror, Mirror... that's quite possibly a coincidence but it's so funny I had to mention it).

Anyways, chemical weddings typically involve most of the elements. This takes place on a tree (earth), Weiss shoots fire at him, and Jaune lands in a plume of purple air. We've got (most of) our elements.

What happens next? Well, each chemical wedding signifies a change in relationship. Ren and Nora embark on a journey together as kids, then hold hands. Bumbleby run away from each other (separation is a part of the process) and then start a romantic attachment before their final elevated chemical wedding this season (which we still haven't had for Renora yet). Weiss and Jaune become friends and start hanging out after the first one. I would bet this kickstarts a romantic attachment, especially since we've had a couple hints of Weiss developing attraction to Jaune this season.

Besides, Jaune's whole arc has been about being remade and refined from lead into gold. He healed Weiss in the last chemical wedding; I would bet Weiss heals him in a sense this time, but also that Jaune does in fact get remade into something fully gold this time... (and also someone young lol; he's clearly not staying old). Jaune getting a new body during a chemical wedding? Is also, well, alchemically sound.

Lyndy Abraham notes:

The separation of the soul from the body is to free it from its age-old attachment to the body so that it can transcend the turmoil and pull of the merely natural forces of matter. The separation of the soul is a kind of "death" to the world.... the subsequent reunion of this spiritual awareness with the new, purified body means that knowledge gained in a higher state of consciousness can now be put into action, made manifest in the phenomenal world. At this point the male and female energies are united and balanced...

Jaune and Weiss should be able to enter the world of Remnant in a new kind of equilibrium, a la Bumbleby and Renora in the past.

#rwby #rwby meta #weiss schnee #jaune arc #white knight #rwby vol 9 #rwby volume 9 #rwby vol 9 episode 9 #weiss x jaune #bumbleby #renora #alchemy #chemical wedding

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 1 year

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Might do a version with other singers

Alex I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere / Screaming “who could ever leave me, darling" but who could stay? / I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden / They all wanna be ya, but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives / I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren't rare / They see right through me, I see right through me / And I screamed for whatever it's worth, “I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? / Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me Claremont-Diaz

and

Henry With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief / Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? / I know better, but I still feel you all around / You are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten / To you I can admit, than I’m just too soft for all of it / I’m the one who burned us / I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, and I saw something they can't take away / All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting / And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one Fox

and

June Something different bloomed, writing in my room / He was sunshine, I was midnight rain / Lord, what will become of me once I've lost my novelty? / It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you / Could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves? / You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless / I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush / I jump from the train, I ride off alone / I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this Claremont-Diaz

and

Nora I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost / What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine / Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? / Baby, we're the new romantics. The best people in life are free / You don't know about me, but I'll bet you want to / And I got that red lip classic thing that you like / Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend / I’m so sick of running as fast as I can Holleran

and

Pez When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer / Swear to be overdramatic and true / He got that boyish look that I like in a man / You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back / I'll be summer sun for you forever / And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door / He smiles, it’s like the radio / I love each freckle on your face / What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me Okonjo

and

Bea What a shame she went mad / I should've asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me / I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror / Got the radio on, my old blue jeans / And by the way, I’m going out tonight / Karma’s gonna track you down, step by step, from town to town / Everything you lose is a step you take / If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing / All your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me Fox

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #red white & royal blue #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #pez okonjo #bea fox mountchristen windsor #taylor swift

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barris-events · 10 months

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Under the cut you will find a list of prompts to inspire your works for this fest. You're free to use whatever you want, to combine two or more of them, whatever you like. When you post your work, just let us know which one(s) inspired you in your notes and don't forget to tag us. If you need a reminder on the guidelines, you can find them here. Otherwise, happy writing/drawing/giffing 🌙💙🌕

Quotes, Poetry & Lyrics

🔵 The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. - Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

🟦 Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars. - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

📘 Place, park, scene, dark / Silvery moon is shining through the trees / Cast, two, me, you / Summer kisses floating on the breeze - By the Light of the Silvery Moon

🦋 It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me / At tea time, everybody agrees / I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror / It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero -Taylor Swift, Anti-hero

💙 Your hands, like no-one else's / the ring around the blue of your eyes / lift all the sighs out of me / like the memory of something beautiful: / the moon, how close you are, how far. - Blue Moon, Linda France

🔷 I heard somebody whisper "Please adore me" / And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold - Blue Moon, Hart & Rogers

🔵 The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled. - Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

🟦 So much for summer love and saying "us" / 'Cause you weren't mine to lose - Taylor Swift, August

🦋 I really wanna stop, but I just got the taste for it / I feel like I could fly with the boy on the moon / So honey, hold my hand, you like making me wait for it / I feel like I could die walking up to the room - Carly Rae Jepson, I Really Like You

Scenarios

🔵 Scenario: summer thunder storm traps them inside. they play board games to pass the time.

📘 Scenario, choose your own adventure: a trip to the beach goes awry. Do they a) discover a body, b) encounter someone from Thomas's past, or c) get caught up in a smuggling adventure.

🔷 Scenario: AU in which Thomas is an exasperated teacher at a private school and Richard is PA to one of the school wealthiest benefactors. Richard has been charged with dealing with the appalling behaviour of the benefactor's trouble-making child.

💙 Scenario: future fic. Richard and Thomas move into a cottage on the estate. It’s perfect, except for being haunted by Carson.

🟦 Scenario: there's an interlinking door between Thomas's room and the one where Richard stays at Downton Abbey.

🌀Scenario: Richard time travels to the past and encounters a younger Thomas. Whether he’s there to fix something or some other reason is up to you.

🔷 Scenario: AU based on the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story subplot with the King's valet and the Queen's footman (spoilers for plot). Thomas is newly assigned to Queen Charlotte as her personal footman. He lives for knowing what's going on in society and reporting useful gossip to her. Richard is King George's valet and the only person who knows about his mental health situation and what's really going on with him and keeps it secret from all the other staff and Charlotte, using various machinations and making excuses for why the King is doing certain erratic things. When they start hooking up, Thomas quickly sees through Richard's web of lies. Richard has a choice about whether to trust the footman (known gossip and schemer) with the King's secret and bring him into his schemes or part ways with him to protect the king.

💙 Scenario: AU where Thomas owns a plant shop and Richard is a frequent customer.

📘 Scenario: Thomas is surprised/confused when Richard shows concern for his well-being, he's used to it only happening when his partner wants sex/intimacy.

Misc

🔵 Moon tarot meaning: Hidden enemies, danger, calumny, darkness, terror, deception, occult forces, error. Reversed: Instability, inconstancy, silence, lesser degrees of deception and error.

🔷 Blue colour meaning: Blue is the colour of trust and loyalty. It has a calming and soothing effect and you can always count on its support.

Images

If you'd rather some visual inspiration, take a look at these picture prompts. You can use all the images from any set, mix and match, or just pick a single image to use.

🟦 Image set 1

🦋 Image set 2

🔵 Image set 3

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