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vestaclinicpod · 5 months

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Audio Drama Sunday - 14th Jan ✨

Oh, friends, I have had a shit week but these listens have definitely gone some way to making it bearable. Happy Audio Drama Sunday 🎧

👻 @tellnotalespod oh how I love you and how I have missed you!! It seems that some time has passed since the end of S1 and Leo has OBVIOUSLY made absolutely stellar choices in the meantime. Nothing is better for one’s mental health than isolation and trusting the slimiest creature on god’s green earth.

🦀 @thesiltverses (37) my beloved Silt Verses have returned with a frankly exceptional HOUR long episode filled with so many things to scream about that I don’t even know where to start. Val’s revelation that extreme power can also be used to bring people joy is VERY interesting indeed. They were never going to be able to control her, but I doubt it even more now. And PAIGE stepping up!! Part of me really wants a Val vs Paige stand off but most of me wants to protect Paige at all costs… I am loving the music choices this episode and the scene with the telephone calls was so good! Also, PLEASE stop foreshadowing Carpenter’s death, I am going ‘lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!’

🧳 I listened to episode 8 of Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions after a night shift and the hazy tiredness only served to make it even more transcendentally beautiful. I adore the blossoming friendships aboard the Tola, especially between the Traveller and Óli 😭🌌

👁️ @malevolentcast (39) I love it when you can *feel* that an episode is gearing up to a season finale, a few little loose strands tied up here and there but one BIG problem looming for the finale. I NEED to remember to not listen to this show when I’m emotionally compromised in any way because I found myself bloody sobbing as Marie was talking about her son. I should know that Malevolent is going to play dirty with my emotions.

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum ENDLESS okay I don’t want to ruin this for anyone who hasn’t listened yet but !!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let’s go!!!!!!!!!!!

🐬 @patterspod P Files brought creative levity into our lives with the tale of Professor Fantabulum. I’m honestly a huge fan of the idea of creative genius as a torch passed on to the people who you inspire

🌨️ @thewhitevault (5) Oh I just don’t trust this guy at all. . . everything he says is so perfectly plausible that there’s just obviously something wrong with him. My friend pointed out that the family meeting mentioned surveyors . . . . . Now S has been killed by something . . . . I just adore the way The White Vault slowly ramps up the cosmic kind of horror but you’re so distracted by all the other scary human shit going on that your brain is primed and ready to be terrified by the obviously fictional stuff by the time it happens. It’s such clever writing!!

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (6) Ah, now, Ren…. Just because you *can* do something, doesn’t meant necessarily mean that you should… you feel me? Some of the anatomical descriptions in this episode made me want to vomit a little. It’s so awful, I need to know what happens next!!

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E5) I’m absolutely living for these scenes with Green and Sterling. Are they squishing my heart into pieces? Yes. Do I feel sick to my stomach thinking about the impossibility of trying to perfect and control the one you love? Yes. Can I have more, please?

🍾 I finished season 1 of @ameliapodcast and what an absolute DELIGHT that ending was!! What an absolutely masterful raising of the stakes at just the right moment in time to keep the listener absolutely hooked. I hope Tara and Lily come back one day, they were so much fun and I think will be even more fun as free agents!

🌫️ @souloperatorpod dropped this week and the first episode is very intriguing indeed! I think I need to relisten without any distractions if I want to stand a chance of collecting all the threads of red string I’m going to need for this show! I really love the theme music and am very excited for more!

♦️ The Grotto continues to be an absolutely WILD delight. I caved and listened to two episodes this week but it’s okay because I still have ep 4 in my back pocket. I love the music, the sound design, the fact that it is literally impossible to work out what the hell is going to happen next. Go listen to The Grotto!!

Thanks to everyone making art - it makes things better 💓 I’m so excited for @camlannpod next week!!

#audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #tell no tales #malevolent spoilers #tsv spoilers #the amelia project #travelling light #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #finding pattersby #the white vault #the grotto #soul operator #the department of variance of somewhere ohio

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milburnandnyman · 9 months

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SEX EDUCATION S4 *SPOILERS AHEAD*

Because I just binged the whole thing and I indeed cannot get past not commenting on it.

Spoilers begin from here on…

Let me just say that… I am disappointed with this season. And kinda in general (the entire Cavendish part felt so forced, I really missed seeing more of the old characters and the old setting and I wish other endings were happier, too), but obviously as a Jeankob shipper, that Jean storyline left me with a knot in my stomach.

I know things definitely didn’t seem promising from whatever glimpse we could get beforehand, but this was just so loose and forced and empty I could cry.

I immediately assumed they maybe could not get Mikael Persbrandt to do S4, because this storyline just makes absolutely no sense to me otherwise. If this was intended all along as is, then it is complete bullshit.

They literally built up this couple from S1 onward and made them struggle so much, while simultaneously letting us know how much they love one another, I was 100% convinced that in the very end they would get their happy ending no matter what. Love just had to win for once. And what actually happened seemed as if they just picked up all there ever was and dismissed it completely, tearing it apart.

This only makes sense to me if they had to “fix it” last minute and write Jakob out, because Mikael would not be there to do it. Because explain to me three seasons of chemistry and growth, explain to me all the S3 moments (especially the S3!), everyone indicating that Jean and Jakob love one another, the therapist, Maureen’s “Jakob adores you”, Ruby’s “you’re a good loking couple”, then the treehouse (I cannot believe they had the nerve to shit on that this season, calling it “creepy”), I thought the “you didn’t finish the treehouse” bit was there almost as a guarantee that he will indeed finish it in the future along with his promise to Otis “I’m not going anywhere”. The way Ola named the baby Joy, the Jean Jakob Joy - are you kidding me? The way Jean was so sure about Jakob being the father from the VERY beginning - “but he’s had a vasectomy”, “it seemed fated”, agreeing to the dna test without a single question, being surprised when reading the actual result, probably being able to CALCULATE as a smart woman and also, I think she literally kept the baby, because it was meant to be her and Jakob’s, because she loved the man, I’m sure she wouldn’t keep it if she doubted it was his, oh and also… I assume she definitely used protection with all her one night stands as a sex therapist, but I always assumed she stopped using it with Jakob, because they were an exclusive couple and she trusted the vasectomy. It seems literally impossible to me that she would not doubt it even once.

So, I was certain there would be some games around this paternity plot, maybe make us believe Jakob is not the father, but then something would happen and it would be revealed as a mistake or something. Then Jean and Jakob would both have “done wrong” in some way, she cheated in the past and then he left her over the dna test - they’d finally be kinda “equal” in hurting one another. And maybe realize that despite it all, they still love one another deeply and they have to leave the past behind and make it work.

And I cannot believe that instead of that we just got a very loose storyline about the baby daddy, no real explanation, just some brief crap “95% sure” and that ending of “a part of me always knew it wasn’t his, but” - I am sorry, but the Jean I knew from previous seasons would never even go to Jakob if she had even a glimpse of a doubt. She struggled telling him in the first place. So, making Dan the baby daddy in the end just felt so forced and disappointing, while mentioning Jakob only briefly + the way Jean was already unhappy for the majority of her screen time, it was sad to watch. I enjoyed some parts with Jean and her sister and getting to know more about their past etc., but all in all, her story this season was just depressing and this to me is anything but a happy ending. It’s not “finishing strong and hard”. It’s “I’m gonna pretend there’s no S4”.

I will however forever be grateful to the creator for giving us this couple, I have rooted for them from the very beginning and it is crushing to know that this is it, I am deeply sad about this ending and I think I’m going to need some happy fanfics to make it better or some past season rewatches. Because I cannot accept this. It feels like we’ve been left with absolutely nothing, robbed of it all.

So, to conclude: in my head, SexEd ends with S3 and Jeankob’s story wraps up with Jakob attending the therapy and deciding to trust again, being there for Jean at birth, Jean surviving the birth, there’s no fucking DNA test, just both of them reuniting afterwards, talking it through and forgiving one another and they make. it. work. Because they deserve it. And they live out their love, while raising their daughter.

So, with all due respect… today is a very bittersweet day. And I wish it were different.

#jean milburn #jakob nyman #gillian anderson #mikael persbrandt #sex education #jean x jakob #jeankob #sex education season 4

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Hey I am in dire need for some help!

I'm a 6'4 handsome jock, big beefy muscles, a deep baritone voice and got every guy on the team begging to suck my 8.5-incher.

I know this al sounds amazing and fuck yeah it is.. but the last few days I felt weak, not like I was sick or anything, but like my strength started leaving me. I heard a lot about your wishes where people drain their bullies or the jocks of their school. I'm an upstanding person, I have helped go up against bullying even from my teammates, I've helped my younger brother in the gym when he didn't know what he needed to do, even coach thinks I have everything he needs to become state champion this year.

So please save me from loosing all my hard worked size, I don't even know who is doing this to me.

Oh no you're losing muscle?!?!?! well we can't have that. The truth is mate I know exactly what is going on and who is doing it to you. A new student at the college gym always wanted to work out but his parent's never let him, worried it might stunt his growth. He desperately wanted to catch up and asked if I could put everyone in the gym's gains on him for the next week. Nobody noticed but you've got a keen eye and seem to notice what's going on so I tell you what I'll stop this guys wish, tell him to wish for something new and as a reward for being so perceptive I'll make you the new focus of the wish. Get you your gains back from the past few days and give you the gains of everyone who goes to the gym for the next week.

Day 1 was dope as fuck, your muscle felt pumped again, you were no longer tired after lifting and you felt incredibly solid after a workout. You were happy to be yourself again, working towards you goals. As much as you had prided yourself on hard work and being natural you were low key excited for a little magical boost, just a couple pounds of muscle from magic surely would still make you natural, after all the gains being sent your way are still gains worked for, just not gains worked for by you.

Day 2 was even better, whole fuck you were pumped all the time, you probably didn't even need to go to the gym but you wanted to, you loved the gym and didn't want to take the week off because you were getting free gains. After all it was like working double time getting swole, you were excited for the state championships in a few months and to go home and see your brother and show off your gains. The Christmas dinner keeps running in your head of him asking you how you got massive and you just saying diet and exercise. the thought of entering a bodybuilding comp crossed your mind, you were getting huge and its not like you could test positive for roids, and you'd never be tempted by them either.

Day 3 was different, you woke up at 12:01am on the dot and felt an insane pump, it wasn't slow and every lasting like how day 2 was this was fast, like a flood of blood throughout your whole body, like you were being pumped up like a balloon,

You struggled on your bed feeling more and more mass being added to your frame. The growth finally subsided and you passed out.

You struggled driving your car to the campas gym, the seat was uncomfortable and your thighs and swollen up so big you gym shorts felt like they were cutting off the circulation to your legs, maybe you should take the rest of the week off....or maybe ask for the growth to stop now....

Day 4 was a struggle, you had another growth surge in the middle of the night and it really set in just how much mass hundreds of people using the 24 hour gym daily can make. You would be fine to be like this, it'd be awesome and absolute easy win at state championships followed by sponsorships, you could drop out and be paid by supplement companies to simply pose with their products, but you couldn't get bigger than this, anymore size and you wouldn't even be able to get in your car anymore, no, you had to text the genie and ask for it to end early.

Day 5 was hell, you had a growth spurt in the middle of the gym changing room, bringing a whole new meaning to the words "Changing Room" not a single person in there noticed, like the magic was just making everyone thing you were always this big. Your coach had commented on how genetically gifted you were, apparently you had been made to do a random roid test several times and always come back clean, something you had no memory of. Going through old social media posts you saw you were much bigger in high school then you actually were, like the past was changing to accommodate for all this new found size.

Still after today you knew you didn't want anymore, even your best friend stood next to you as your posed your hulking frame in the mirror.

"bro, there is such a thing as too large, slim down for a few months or you'll be off the team for being too slow"

He was right, the new size was impacting your ability to play, one strong and fast you were now just strong, a brick wall no one could get by sure but what was the point it you couldn't chase a guy down or move your arms properly to catch the ball.

Day 6 was spent messaging the genie all day different combinations of "I wish to be smaller" or "please stop the growth now" any phrase you could think of to try to get the genie's attention to stop the growth. What your young mind thought would be cool t first turned into your biggest nightmare, you had outgrown your car and you couldn't even sell it for a new one as last time you got out of it you completely caved in the drivers side by simply shutting the door. You spent an hour walking to the gym, the only thing to clear your mind was lifting weights. During a rest your daily does of growth kicked in, your pecs and traps were swelling so close to your neck you could barely turn your head anymore.

Day 7, the final day of growth. You had become a fucking monster. Lost your place on the team from barely being able to move. You were staving all the time and spent most of your day now shovelling food down your throat as simply waling down the dorm room stairs caused you to burn a whole day's work of calories for any normal guy. You were anxiously awaiting today's growth and spent the whole day locked in your room. Everything around you was destroyed, unable to handle all the strength you had busted most things you touched and your furniture had all collapsed. Cheap college budget furniture could barely hold your weight how you were before all this but now it was just scrap wood and metal on the floor, you couldn't even bend down to pick it up. The whole day passed you buy and you saw the time 11:30pm...any moment now your final growth would happen and then you could figure out how to reverse it, or live with it. You tried to think positively, how awesome it would be to be an absolute monster, how much action you'd get. A deluded lie you told yourself, the truth was after what you did to your care you were terrified to go on a date or out for a hook up, every time you thought about it you could only think about accidently breaking the guys spine, but you'll finally get to figure all this out in just a few minutes, after tonight no more growth, just learning to live with the size. A message appear on your phone, from the genie, maybe he had finally seen your messages, maybe he'll shrink you back to how you were a few days ago, maybe you'd get punished for turning away the gift and turned into a twink....but being a twink would be better than this.

"hey bro, hope you are enjoying all the mass from the guys in the gym, today is gonna be a bit different. I explained what was going on to the original wish maker and he felt shitty and made a new wish, he wanted the nicest guy in the gym to triple in size and well I have decided you're nicest guy! you've been great carrying your team and just being a nice guy in the gym so I dunno how big you are now mate but I hope you always dreamed to be massive. If you've gotten too big from this tell me now and Ill stop the wish but after 11:59pm thats it, it goes through and nothing I can do about it"

You laughed loudly, this was your chance, to get the body from a few days ago, be a massive goliath but not be too big. Thank god. 11:45, still heaps of time. You excitedly went to message back but your phone slipped out you massive hands. Instinctively you went to catch it before it landed on the floor *CRUNCH...you opened your hand to see bits of crushed aluminium and glass slip out your fingers and on to the floor. You stopped, in shock you simply got off your bed and walked to the bathroom mirror. No one had gotten shell shock from breaking their phone before but you just stood in your bathroom, barely big enough for you to fit in and stared at yourself in the mirror. You thought you had become a monster, no, you were a freak, a massive freak of nature but in just a few more minutes, then, then you'd truly become a monster and there was no way for you to stop it now.

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climbthemountain2020 · 2 months

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 8

Part 9/25 | Ao3

[TW for violence, mentions of DV and implied SA]

Tilly

Each night the following week, Tilly resolutely fell asleep on her side of the bed, warm and content and perfectly fine where she was. And every morning, Tilly woke up, tightly tucked into Eris’ side, warm and content and confused, but perfectly fine where she was. He smelled like mulled cider and cloves and something so distinctly Eris. She’d managed to extract herself without waking him each morning, but it was getting harder and harder to pull away.

Perhaps, I should just allow him to wake up first one day and see what he does. What is the worst that could possibly happen? Could he have it in him to so blatantly reject me?

She was still worried about making their situation awkward or uncomfortable, but with how willing Eris had been to do things he knew would make her smile, was that even a well-founded concern anymore? She knew he must care for her, at least to a degree. She had slipped and told him as soon as he’d asked her about winnowing, and after berating herself for it mentally, she’d allowed herself to think that maybe trusting him wasn’t such a bad idea. He’d told her about his pact with his brothers, something he’d undoubtedly told no one else. This tentative trust growing between them–this partnership–was blooming into something entirely different within her heart. She’d have to decide how she planned to handle it soon.

Since their first day out in the archery range, she’d gone once more with Eris, but today she’d gone by herself while Eris attended a meeting. As much as she enjoyed Eris’ company and the astonished look on his face while she shot, she was thrilled to be able to use her magic here alone. She’d taken advantage of the time to play with her fire and her portals on the range, and it filled a part of her heart she’d worried would remain empty forever. It had felt so good to let loose some of the magic she’d been holding back so tightly in the past few months. The urge to tell Eris was becoming overwhelming. She wanted him to know–she was sick of shouldering these secrets alone. She wasn’t sure how she would even begin to go about it.

Yes, I am your wife and we’ve shared our deepest secrets. Oh, and also I can heal people and conjure flames and create portals! Surprise!

It wasn’t exactly dinner conversation. Somehow, she knew he would understand why she’d kept it a secret–she knew he wouldn’t be mad she’d withheld it–but centuries of keeping it to herself weighed against her.

She looked around the beautiful, warded clearing and still couldn’t believe that Eris had done this for her. She hadn’t had anything this thoughtful since before her father had died, and she was shocked that she could find herself so happy here. She tucked her bow away, then winnowed to a copse of trees outside the wards of the Forest House. She was able to come from the woods at this angle, looking as though she’d been visiting the hounds in the stables.

After a quick lunch, Eris still hadn’t returned, so Tilly decided she’d return the books she’d borrowed to the House library. She’d been trying to brush up on her history of Autumn–it had been centuries since her official lessons as a child, and it was disgraceful how much she’d forgotten about her own land, backwards as it could be at times.

To get to the library, Tilly had to travel through her least favorite hall in the house: the East Wing. These were the halls of the High Lord, and they truly reflected it. There was absolutely no natural light, and each of the stone walls was deeply engraved with scenes of battle and horror and gore. The tapestries hung dark and red, mirroring the blood gouged harshly into the events depicted on the walls. Every time she had to come through here to reach the library, she put a good bit of speed in her step and tried to waste as little time as possible.

As she reshelved the final of the large history books, she was startled by a piercing wail and shriek, then silence. It had come from the hall, and Tilly pressed herself into the shadows by the shelves. She stayed in the darkness until she was sure no one was coming.

Should I get someone? Who would I even go to?

Her heart was pounding in her chest, surely loud enough that any predator nearby might hear. She tried to breathe and calm it as she took slow, decisive steps towards the open library doors. What could have made such a horrible noise?

As she peaked around the doorway to the dark hallway, the groan of another door opening caused her to jump back, only daring to look through the small crack of light. There, she could see Beron exiting the room, straightening his clothes, then stalking down the hallway in the direction opposite her. She counted in her head…198….199…200. Once she was sure it had been long enough, she ran to the doors and wrenched them open, not bothering to knock.

She realized too late that these were the High Lord’s private chambers, and that she had just intruded into a nightmare. Alanna sat curled into herself on the floor by the hearth. Her dress had been ripped off her shoulder, and blood and bruises covered her face. She was sobbing, unable to get a breath down, and Tilly hated that her fae lineage meant she could scent what else Beron had done to her.

Tilly walked quickly into the room, shutting the door behind her, and when Alanna saw her, she fell apart.

“No, Tilly, you can’t be here. You have to go. If he comes back, he’ll kill you for helping me.” The rage was blinding now.

“I don’t care, come.” She dropped to the floor next to Alanna and took her arm, gently lifting her. “Can you stand?” A shaky nod. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” She held her arm tightly, letting Alanna point her through the elegant rooms. Alanna was shaking and her breath was still coming in great gasps, so Tilly left her to sit on the edge of the tub while she ran her a warm bath. She turned to allow Alanna privacy to remove her dress, then closed her eyes and offered her an arm as she slipped below the bubbled water. Gently, Tilly took a cloth and wiped the blood from Alanna’s face. She spoke, barely audible in the echoing chamber.

“I just asked the guards if I might go to the garden earlier than normal. That’s all…” Tilly could feel her heart cracking into two, the creases filling with a molten hot fury that threatened to bond it all together in a mess of violence. “He wasn’t always this bad. At the beginning, he was cold. We were never in love, and he was always far older than me. But by the time he started hitting me, I had nothing left. Nowhere to run. Children to care for, and for him to threaten me with.” Her sobs started anew, and she rested her face in her hands. Tilly let the smallest amount of healing run through her fingers to help the pain in Alanna’s jaw. Not enough that it would be detected, but enough to ease some of her discomfort. She ran the cloth across Alanna’s back, where she could now see the porcelain skin, so like Eris’, littered with scars and bruises.

“You don’t deserve this, Alanna. No one deserves this, but especially not you.”

She allowed Alanna the space to finish bathing, giving her privacy while she brewed her some tea and left it at her bedside, turning down the covers. Tilly was shaking with anger, the fire threatening to burst forth from her veins. Realistically, Tilly knew this could have easily been her life, too. She and Alanna were maybe only twenty years apart. She could have been sold to a lord older than her, the highest bidder, and been another piece of property to own and abuse as he saw fit. The relief that filled her heart when she remembered Eris was the one waiting for her took her by surprise.

Tilly helped Alanna dry and dress and helped her to the bed, tucking her in and handing her the tea.

“I am so, so sorry, Alanna,” she whispered as she made to leave, silently glamouring the room to mask her scent throughout until it faded. As she made her way to the door, she heard Alanna’s tired voice from the darkness.

“You’re a good female, Tilly. I am so very glad my son has you.” The tears burned violently at the back of Tilly’s eyes as she left, closing the door silently. She tried to calm herself as she walked briskly down the dark halls, her flaring emotions not even allowing her to be afraid of the carvings anymore.

She flew through the halls, a maelstrom of warring emotions, and didn’t stop until she arrived back at their rooms, tossing a hand up to free the wards, stepping inside, and throwing them up all in one breath. Eris had been sitting on the couch but stood and spun around at her abrupt entrance. He took in the wild state of her immediately.

“What’s happened?” And Tilly’s face crumpled. Eris was immediately by her side, pulling her gently into his arms and rubbing gentle lines up and down her back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Til, what’s wrong?”

Through sobs, she could hardly get out the words. “I am going to fucking kill your father myself.”

Eris

Eris had already been ready to split the world in two when he’d seen Tilly’s tears, and now, it was taking every single bit of his self control to not set the entire Forest House on fire. Tilly had told him everything that had happened, so he knew what he was walking into at dinner, but it didn’t quell his rage in the slightest.

Beron had decided that beating Alanna–assaulting her–hadn’t been enough. He was now making her stand at the dinner table as they all ate. When they’d entered, everyone had seen at once, Alanna included, that her chair had been removed, her plate empty. He could practically see her freeze her emotions into acceptance and submission as she had constantly for the past five centuries, the bruises still fresh and shining on her face. The ripple through the rest of them felt palpable to him, though none of them betrayed a hint of it on their faces.

Now, as Beron watched them all, they ate dinner silently as he discussed the land treaties near the western border, of all things. Since he wasn’t allowing Alanna to eat, he occasionally made comments about how delicious the food was. Eris could see the grip Tilly had on her fork tightening at each wayward comment. He put his hand on her thigh beneath the table, hoping to calm her.

Beron’s conversation stalled, and he smiled cruelly as he looked at Alanna. “Is the food not to your liking, my dear?” Eris could see even his brothers’ smallest tells that they were close to losing their composure, as well.

“High Lord, the food is wonderful, I’m sure.” Alanna cast her eyes down as she was expected to, and Eris felt Tilly grab his hand tightly beneath the table.

“Tell me then, love, why aren’t you partaking?” The vicious nature of his voice was not hidden well beneath the cloying sweetness of his words. From the walls, Aradnus chuckled darkly. He loved a good show, and Eris wanted to kill him for it.

“Because I have displeased you, High Lord.” Her voice was barely a whisper in the large room.

“What’s that, Alanna? Speak!” Eris could feel Tilly shaking.

“I’m sorry, High Lord. I have displeased you, and I do not deserve to eat.” Eris wished the floor would open and swallow them all when he caught the single tear that slipped down his mother’s nose.

“That’s right, wife. Now beg me for forgiveness. Over here, on the floor.” He gestured beside him and Aradnus lit up with joy. Alanna’s wide eyes shot to him.

“W-what?” The displeasure flickered darkly over Beron’s face.

“I said, come here and beg me.” It was happening before Eris could do a thing to stop it, as Tilly shot to her feet, leaving his hand behind.

“Leave her alone.” She growled across the table, and the silence that followed felt like a collective shifting of the world. For a single moment, no one in the room took a breath. Across the table, Eris was sure the looks of shock from his brothers and his mother matched his own. Even Aradnus had the sense to be quiet and look surprised. Then, Beron’s face contorted in wrath as he shot to his feet, slamming his now-flaming palms to the table.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you little bitch?” He roared across the table. To her credit, Tilly did not flinch. “You have no power here. You’re nothing but a broodmare. A possession.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “Eris, strike her.”

Then the world did fall from beneath his feet. He had to. He knew it. Nothing had ever felt worse in his life than this moment.

He stood, pulling every part of his face into painstaking indifference. Without hesitation he slapped Tilly. Her head shot to the side with the force of it.

I am so sorry.

When she turned back, her face was firm, but he could see the message in her eyes.

I understand. I understand.

“Again.” He slapped her again. “Backhand her.” A trickle of blood fell from her lip. He didn’t dare look at anyone around the table, couldn’t bear to take his eyes off Tilly for even a moment. Something inside of him was breaking irreparably.

“Good, Eris. I expect you to teach your disrespectful cunt some manners.” Eris’ fingers twitched as he visualized ripping out Beron’s throat with his own hands. “Now punch her. I want you to knock her out.” Eris spun around.

“What?”

“I said, knock her out. I will not have you teach her this lesson again, so do it right this time.” Tilly’s eyes were wide now, but she did not falter.

“No.” Eris knew he’d be beaten beyond repair for this. Beron might skin him alive. He didn’t care. “I will not.”

Rather than the bellow he expected from Beron, he received quiet, calculated words. “Everybody out. Now.” Eris could hear the chairs scraping around him, a blur of motion as everyone rushed to go. Tilly stalled, not willing to leave, but he saw Bray grab her wrist and tug. The only person he looked at as they departed was his mother, a glimmer of pride in her eyes as she shut the door behind her.

Tilly

“Go back to your rooms, set the wards, and don’t answer the door for anyone.” Bray had told her quietly, dropping her off at their hallway and pivoting quickly to come back the way they came. Tilly sprinted to their room, warning bells blaring in her head. She quickly undid the wards and slid through the doors, securing them behind her and patching the wards back together. She’d barely leaned against the door before the first sob cracked through her chest.

What have I done?

The guilt was threatening to tear her apart, but all she could focus on was the fear and worry that permeated the space around her. She’d done this. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and now Eris was paying for it. She was pacing like a caged animal around the rooms, worrying the dogs who kept trying to sniff at her hands and comfort her.

Hours passed this way, and still Eris did not return. It had to be the early hours of the morning now–the moon was already dipping back low in the sky outside. She’d wrung her hands into a mess of red skin, and she knew her hair would be wild if she looked from running nervous hands through it. The dogs had long since given up on her, returning to their beds and keeping sleepy eyes on her movements around the room.

Should she go get Alanna? Did she run the risk of encountering Beron if she did? Would that make everything even worse?

She started to cry again. Fuck. She couldn’t just keep her mouth shut when it mattered, and now Eris was somewhere in this godsforsaken house, probably in immense pain, and there was no one to blame but herself.

The door creaked open and she whirled to see Eris staggering in. A strangled gasp left her chest as she sprinted to him, gathering him into her arms as she sobbed against him.

“I’m so sorry, Eris. Gods, I am so fucking sorry.” She gasped into his chest and felt him wince.

“Is this all I need to do to get some attention from you?” He said, tone trying to be light, but it came out as more of a groan. She laughed wetly and pulled back, looking him over. His eyes were bloodshot, a dark bruise blooming over his jaw and beneath his eye. His shirt, however, was covered in blood, some of the edges singed.

“It’s okay, Tilly. It isn’t your fault. I just want to bathe and go to sleep.” His voice sounded tired, so she grabbed his hand and brought him to their bathroom. In a scene eerily reminiscent of the afternoon she’d spent with his mother, she ran him a bath, dumping lavender and cedarwood oils in, and filling it to the very top. She watched as he peeled the layers of bloody clothes from his body, and she couldn’t hold back the gasp that choked her as she saw his exposed back.

Burns were everywhere, some fresh, some old. There were marks that looked like a whip had been taken to him repeatedly, and some of the scars were so faded they must have been centuries old. He’d heard her, and turned his head over his shoulder to see the tears streaming down her face. He walked to her, cupping her face in his palms.

“It hardly hurts anymore, Tilly. I barely feel a thing.” She had begun to sob, her lip quivering as she barely got out the words.

“All of you?” He nodded solemnly. “Eris…I am so, so sorry.” She hung her head, but pressed a hand to his bare and bloodied chest. She let the familiar warmth rise in her veins, summoning the light to her fingertips and letting it flow into Eris. His eyes were wide with wonder as he understood the gravity of what was happening, as he felt his back knit back together, the sting lessening and the ache becoming manageable again.

“You….you have powers?” She laughed through her tears.

“Oh, yes. Loads.” She smiled at him, but it didn’t meet her eyes. “And Beron won’t know a word about it until it’s too late for him.” She let Eris see the determination in her eyes–let him see how much she meant every word.

“I mean to kill him.” He blurted out, surprising even himself. “I mean to kill him and take the crown. I am allied with the Night Court, and they will support me as the new High Lord. No one knows. Not my mother, nor my brothers. Just you.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, caressing her jaw as he told her his deepest, darkest secret.

“Then we’ll do it together, Eris.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead down to meet hers.

“Together, then.”

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 3 months

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Ok a rant about Cerri bomb and how much I HATE her

In the addict music video she was a very supportive friend of Angel and I loved her in the pilot! I wish we got that supportive best friend to Angel in the final product, but unfortunately she is a woman in a vivziepop show.

She’s AWFUL now I can’t stand her, the way she tried to make Angel relapse was so weird like pilot cherri wouldn’t do that! I also really dislike her design it has to be one of my personal least favourites (not the bottom though nothing is worse than alastors design to me) she isn’t enjoyable to watch anymore she had potential if she’d only been introduced earlier! Imagine if she was introduced in episode 4 and played the supportive friend she was originally supposed to be!

And GOD I hate her ship with pentious, it was SO RUSHED, so poorly done and the ship isn’t very “so cute and in love!!” When you remember she showed literally NO interest in him until Angel brought up that he has 2 dicks, and this is supposed to be a romantic relationship we CARE about.

Cherri didn’t need a romantic relationship she needed CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT we needed to get to know her! If you’ve only seen the show and no other Hazbin media at all (which shouldn’t be required you should be able to get all your info FROM THE SHOW) you’d barely know anything about her character or who she is. I wish we got pilot cherri bomb, and that she got a design update, and that her and pent’s relationship was either taken slower or didn’t happen at all

You silly little creature you, you have me writing in my notes app instead of Tumblr because I’m about to go crazy!

Cherri Bomb. More like Cherri what the hell happened

Anyway I’m gonna tackle this one thing at a time, and also forgive me if I word something weird I just woke up an hour ago at the time of writing this.

First thing, design: I personally quite like her design since it very loosely reminds me of Iris from Ruby Gloom with ofc the one eye, the very rowdy personality and kind of the hair, but those are very broad design choices and its just me remembering some random girl I thought was silly but like Iris did it better.

Okay now second thing and then we go into literally everything else: My blog has been an angry pit of despair for everything in Episode 6 as of recent so let’s tap into that again 🤏 just a little. I am going to give my classic centrist opinion and say I don’t mind Cherri Bomb all that much but I absolutely get why people dislike her, and I mean this in the kinda way as people who dislike… Idk Fukuchi from BSD. WILD jump in fandoms but gimme a second. I can’t 100% say that Cherri Bomb in the pilot was better than the series since we have no idea if maybe for some reason she was intended to be like that offscreen, but judging by the pilot and “Addict” alone, it’s very unlikely. I could see her maybe being a bad influence at times and being like “Loosen up dude we’re in hell and its Friday” or something (idk if they have Friday in hell but everyday is probably Monday 🥁) but overall I feel like she’d end up apologising for it. However on the other side of things, I can understand why Cherri did that in Episode 6. Of course not to say this is okay, but Cherri is still very clearly not in the “redemption” mindset. She’s happy the way she is and is really only focused on certain aspects of issues. We see her comfort Angel in “Addict” but thats basically the extent of it. Cherri’s definition of “self-care” seems to be less of actually taking care of yourself and more like just letting go and having fun instead which really only gives a momentary fix to the issue, much like how substances can be abused. Do you kinda see what im getting at? Cherri offering Angel drugs while he’s trying not to relapse is not okay, full stop. But her reasoning as to why makes a bit of sense for her purpose in the show which is honestly not much, since, as you said, she is a woman in a Vivziepop show.

To my knowledge Cherri is like 30-ish years younger than Angel Dust in Hell experience so she’s likely not reached a point where she’s gotten tired of how things work, as well as the fact we don’t really have much of an idea on her backstory aside from that random shot in “Addict” of that guy in a puddle??? But generally she seems to be in a better position than Angel is, so there isn’t really any reason for her to want to change, yknow? I will say I do like exploring characters that are good friends while still being bad influences at times, but I’m going to be honest I feel like thats really not what Angel needs right now. I wouldn’t be as pissy about it if she did end up apologising afterwards (I’m just gonna headcanon she did for my sanity) but even then as Angel’s friend we don’t know like… anything about her. I would’ve really liked to get some kind of callback to the pilot where Cherri mentions she thought Angel was dead until the random Sir Pentious turf war, and maybe we could see her actually being worried about Angel again instead of those 3 frames in “Addict”, but Hazbin is rushed and I guess we don’t have time for that. And also YES it would’ve been great to see her in Episode 4 and actually doing something but again, Vivziepop is boring.

Going forward I would really like to see Cherri, if not become a patron, at least try to be a better friend and sure if she wants to keep doing stuff she can keep doing it, but just don’t encourage other people to relapse. It is very simple.

SIR PENTIOUS! About Sir Pentious, this is going to be incredibly short. I don’t hate the ship but also I’m not really crazy about any of the Hazbin Hotel ships? I also don’t really hate any except for the genuinely horrid ones but thats basic sense. I absolutely agree with you, Cherri does not need a romantic interest. Romance doesn’t always = growth and growth should not always = romance. She needs some genuine character TLC and I hope to god she gets some in season 2. We’ve only seen a few minutes of her so I have yet to give a firm opinion, but as of now I’m just hoping they do something actually interesting with her instead of just alluding to Sir Pentious ship. Also the penis thing. 1. What was that, and 2. It made me and my friends briefly pause to sex Sir Pentious and come to the conclusion he is likely transgender/hj

TLDR; Please give us a fun Cherri Bomb again. ☹️

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c-e-d-dreamer · 1 year

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May I Have This Dance?

A/N: So apparently when the latest Magic Mike movie was doing press work, they hosted these Magic Mike dance classes. It led to this particular TikTok which then led to @dustjacketmusings enabling my love of TikTok inspired fics which led to me deciding this is absolutely Cassian and Nesta, so here we are! Happy Day Five of @nestaarcheronweek! Celebrate the birthday girl and enjoy :)

Link to AO3

“Okay, watch your step, and now keep coming forward, keep coming forward, and stop.”

Nesta lets out a soft sigh, finally dropping her hands back to her sides. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“Yes,” Gwyn declares, the excitement in her voice bubbling over until it bursts into a giggle.

Nesta tugs at the fabric covering her face, pulling it up and off. She blinks a few times against the sudden brightness of the lights overhead. It takes a few moments, but her eyes adjust again and the wide grins on her two best friends’ faces swim into view. Gwyn’s eyes are wide and bright, but it’s the all too familiar mischief dancing in Emerie’s brown ones that has warning bells beginning to blare in the back of Nesta’s mind. Ever since college, that look has spelled trouble, and uneasiness starts to crawl up Nesta’s spine seeing it now.

Slowly, Nesta turns her head away from her friends, finally taking in their surroundings. They seem to be in one of the dance studios downtown, tall, floor to ceiling mirrors lining the wall to their right, large cursive letters declaring the studio's name painted along the white brick wall directly in front of them. It certainly explains why she was instructed to wear workout clothes for this surprise. Although, Nesta still isn’t quite sure what’s so exciting or surprising about a dance class. She already attends one weekly.

It also doesn’t explain Emerie’s expression.

Nesta looks to the left next, taking in the table that’s been neatly placed along the back wall of the studio. Complementary waters, a fruit tray, and a platter of cookies are displayed on the table, but it’s what’s beside the table that draws Nesta’s attention. A large poster sits on an easel, a photo of a shirtless man’s chest and abs taking up most of the frame. Just below the photo, large black and purple block letters answer all of Nesta’s questions.

Magic Mike Dance Class

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Nesta mutters, barely holding back an eye roll.

“Happy birthday,” Emerie announces, holding out her hands and wiggling her fingers in a semblance of jazz hands. “I hope you know that since this is the class with the live show’s dancers, everyone wanted tickets to it, and I got them for you for your birthday.”

“I thought Cresseida got us these tickets?” Gwyn cuts in to ask.

“Okay, Cresseida was able to get us the tickets to this,” Emerie concedes with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Her cousin is one of the dancers.”

“Is that why she’s not here with us?” Nesta asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

“I mean yeah, she said it would be too weird seeing him like that, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is we’re going to spend the afternoon learning a bunch of sexy dance moves for your birthday, and afterwards, you’re going to ask one of the sexy men for his number to keep the birthday celebration going.”

Nesta can do nothing but gape at Emerie’s declaration. “I am not doing that.”

“You are picking a man, Nesta Archeron,” Emerie repeats, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Nesta opens her mouth, prepared to continue arguing, potentially to demand they leave, but before she can utter a word, the door to the studio opens again. Five men step inside with a blonde woman that Nesta assumes must be the instructor for the studio or even just the class, the small group stepping toward the front of the room and stopping in front of the mirrors to chat. All five men are dressed similarly in joggers and tank tops, some form fitting and others loose bro-tanks. It draws emphasis to the muscular arms of each of them.

Nesta spots who must be Cresseida’s cousin, his hair the same white shade as hers and braided down along his back. But it’s the man standing to the right of Cresseida’s cousin that really draws Nesta’s focus. He’s certainly the largest of the group, a wide set of shoulders on full display thanks to the tight, black tank he’s wearing. It also gives Nesta the perfect view of his golden brown skin and the dark swirling ink of tattoos that twist around his shoulders and down his biceps like vines, the lines continuing along his collarbones before vanishing beneath the cut of his tank.

His dark hair is pulled back and away from his face, gathered in a bun at the top of his head. Normally, Nesta isn’t a fan of a man-bun, finds that most of the men who wear the style are just pretentious, but somehow it works for this particular man, highlighting the cut of his jaw and the dusting of stubble along the skin there.

He has his arm slung casually across the shoulders of another of the men, his hair a dark shade that almost seems to reflect blue in the lights overhead. Whatever Man-Bun is saying, it has the left corner of his lips ticking up in a cocksure smirk before he tilts his head back and laughs. The sound is booming, seeming to fill the entire space of the studio, but it’s warm and easy, curling around Nesta’s limbs until goosebumps pebble across her skin.

As if he can feel Nesta’s gaze on him, Man-Bun turns and looks right at her across the studio. Nesta catches a flash of hazel before she quickly looks away, desperately swallowing the heat she can feel threatening to scatter across her cheeks. She schools her features back into cool neutrality and turns back to face her friends.

“So?” Gwyn asks, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Any of them catch your eye?”

Nesta scoffs and lies through her teeth, “none of them are my type.”

With everyone present, the class finally begins. They start by introducing all of the male dancers, and Nesta learns that the one who caught her staring before is named Cassian. The blonde instructor—Mor she introduced herself as—starts to walk them through the steps of the routine they’re learning today. It involves a lot of floor work and a lot of hair flipping, but Nesta picks up the different eight-counts fairly quickly.

“You’re quite good,” the dark haired dancer, Rhysand, comments from where he and the other dancers have been walking around offering pointers where they can.

“That’s because I’m an actual trained dancer,” Nesta quips back, purposefully raking her eyes over him and raising a pointed, unimpressed eyebrow.

The blow hits its mark, Rhysand scoffing in offense. “Are you saying we’re not trained dancers?”

“Sorry, I must have missed the day we learnt dry-humping the floor in my ballet class,” Nesta remarks dryly, earning a deep chuckle of amusement from someone behind her.

“It takes a lot of core strength to be able to do that night after night up on that stage, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does when that’s the only action you’re used to seeing.”

Rhysand’s face shifts from mild offense to full blown annoyance at that, eyes narrowing and a sneer starting to curl his lip. He spins on his heel and walks away, Nesta unable to bite back her satisfied smirk when she hears him mutter to the other dancers about her being a fucking bitch.

“Alright, everyone,” Mor calls out to the class after they’ve learnt all the steps and run through the full routine twice for practice. “Time to do the routine for real. If you want it filmed, you can hand your phone to one of the dancers now.”

Gwyn is quick to rush over to her bag and dig her phone out, handing it to Tarquin happily before returning to her spot beside Nesta and Emerie. “I can’t wait to post this on Instagram later.”

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but doesn’t say anything, taking the time to shake out her arms and roll her shoulders. There’s a moment of silence, the anticipation bubbling in the studio, then Mor starts the music and counts everyone in. Nesta makes sure she throws her all into the routine, hitting every pose and move of the choreography with everything she’s got. By the time the music ends, her chest is heaving slightly, hair a bit of a mess around her face, but she finds herself smiling regardless, feels the warmth of pride swelling between her ribs.

“That was so fun,” Gwyn declares, wrapping an arm around Nesta’s and Emerie’s shoulders and tugging them both into side hugs. “We should do this more often.”

“Maybe a proper dance class next time,” Nesta suggests.

“Spoil sport,” Emerie teases with an unimpressed look aimed toward Nesta. “Admit you had fun.”

Nesta sighs softly. “Fine. It wasn’t terrible.”

“Good,” Emerie tells her smugly, unable to hide the smirk tugging across her face. “Now keep the fun going. Which dancer did you decide you’re asking for their number?”

“I’m still not doing that.”

“Yes, you are,” Gwyn sing-songs over her shoulder while she goes to retrieve her phone.

“That was really great, everyone,” Mor announces to the whole class, effectively cutting off Nesta’s argument to her friends. “Now, we have a bit of a surprise to end the class. Our amazing dancers are going to perform for you! Unfortunately, though, if you came in a group, you will have to pick one person since we only have our five amazing dancers.”

“Well, that’s an easy choice for us,” Gwyn snickers quietly.

“Don’t you dare,” Nesta warns lowly, turning her head to glare at each of her friends in turn.

“The birthday girl will be the volunteer for our group,” Emerie declares loudly, all but shoving Nesta forward.

Five chairs are placed in two rows across the studio, and begrudgingly, Nesta settles into the one closest to her. She can still hear Gwyn and Emerie giggling behind her, and she’s sure that Gwyn already has her phone recording to memorialize the moment. The one silver lining to Nesta’s growing annoyance at this turn of events is that Rhysand is her assigned partner it seems, and judging by his face, he’s as unimpressed as she is.

“Are you going to show off more of your core strength?” Nesta asks innocently.

Rhysand rolls his eyes, but before he can make any sort of remark back to her, Cassian sidles up beside him, grinning widely. “Hey, Rhys. I thought we’d switch it up this time with you in the middle. What do you say?”

“Oh, thank the Cauldron,” Rhysand mutters before Cassian even finishes speaking, moving away to the chair placed in the middle of the group, offering the brunette sitting there a friendly smile.

“How’s it going?” Cassian asks Nesta now that it’s just the two of them. “I’m Cassian by the way.”

“I know. Did you forget that they introduced you all at the start of the class?” Nesta shoots back, tilting her head slightly. “Maybe all that Axe body spray has gone to your head.”

“Actually, I prefer Armani. You’re welcome to take a whiff,” Cassian offers, his grin wide and cocky, as he gestures down his body suggestively.

Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hard pass.”

The dismissal somehow has his grin growing even more. “Are you going to tell me your name, birthday girl?”

“It’s Nesta, and it’s not technically my birthday until Tuesday.”

“An early birthday present then. Or if you’d prefer, I can wait until Tuesday and wrap myself up in a bow for you.”

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would actually,” Cassian answers, a fire sparking in his hazel eyes that has Nesta unsure if he’s still just teasing or not. “I bet you would too. I saw you staring earlier.”

Nesta’s eyes widen at being so blatantly called out. She tries desperately to swallow down her blush, but already she can feel it creeping up her neck and pooling across her cheeks. She grasps at a clever remark to fire back, the sharp retort that will finally cut this man down where he stands, but she feels so out of her element. She’s not used to playing this game. Not used to someone meeting her every barb stroke for stroke. To someone who not only doesn’t balk from her bite, but seems to relish and excite in it.

“Okay, our five lucky ladies,” Mor cuts in loudly, pressing play on the music. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

That smirk still firmly in place on his face, Cassian settles his large hands on Nesta’s shoulders, sliding down her arms to her wrists. She can feel the calluses on his palms, and she pointedly ignores the way the feel of them against her skin, the warmth of his hands, has goosebumps skittering in their wake.

Cassian leans down to press his lips against Nesta’s ear, breathing quietly, “I hope you’re ready, Nes.”

He drops down to one knee in front of her, taking her right hand in both of his and bringing it up to his mouth. He presses a kiss to the knuckles all while not breaking eye contact, and Nesta tries to subtly swallow hard, staring into the maze of greens and golds. He leans in close again, making as if he’s going to press a kiss to her cheek, but instead, his face presses down toward her lap. As if that’s not startling enough, his head slowly rises until he and Nesta are practically nose to nose, and he fucking winks at her.

The next move of the dance has Cassian standing to his full height, legs straddled either side of Nesta’s lap. He reaches down and grabs her wrists again, placing her hands right on his ass. Nesta hates that she can feel how firm it is beneath her hands, hates that she’s sure her face is flaming red by now. Cassian starts to move his hips to the beat of the music, and it takes everything in Nesta to taper down the startled, uncomfortable laughter from tearing free from her throat.

Cassian steps back from her, and Nesta lets out a soft, relieved sigh, glad she’s finally able to breathe again, but then, Cassian is reaching down to the hem of his tank, pulling it off. It gives Nesta an eyeful of the remaining swirls and lines of his tattoos, of the endless expanse of golden skin covering a hard set of abs and the deep v leading to the waistband of his joggers.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Cassian teases, a hand under Nesta’s chin lifting her head slightly as he walks around the back of the chair she’s in.

Cassian drops back down to a knee beside her chair, twisting until his shoulders are pressing into her knees while he continues to thrust his hips. Nesta dares to slide her hands down his shoulders and over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the muscles there. He twists again and stands up, this time pulling Nesta to her feet as well. He twirls her around once and pulls her back against his chest, arms secure around her waist while they sway to the final notes of the music.

The other four partners are quick to separate, everyone else in the studio applauding and cheering, but Cassian seems content not to let Nesta go. Nesta clears her throat awkwardly and extricates herself from his arms, keeping her back to him so he won’t be able to read anything on her expression. Already, her heart has started thundering away, and she’s sure he could probably feel it where they were pressed together.

“So, am I asking for your number or are you asking for mine?” Cassian asks, those teasing undertones to his voice letting Nesta know he’s definitely still smirking.

Nesta whips around at the question, her jaw slackening. “If you think that—”

“She’s asking for yours,” Emerie cuts in before Nesta can finish the retort.

Nesta snaps her head toward her friend, glaring daggers at her, but Emerie is unperturbed by the reaction. She merely raises her eyebrows and smirks herself, daring Nesta to do something about it. With an annoyed huff of breath, Nesta goes over to her bag, digging her phone out of the front pocket and walking back, holding it out for Cassian.

She knows the wide grin that tugs across Cassian’s face should further fan the flames of her annoyance, but instead the sight just has her heart skipping a beat while he types his number into her phone. He holds the phone back out to her, the screen displaying where he’s texted himself. When Nesta takes it, he makes sure their fingers brush together, her breath hitching at the sparks that flare through her nerve endings just at that small contact.

Nesta is quick to keep her features schooled. She goes back over to her bag, shoving her phone back in the pocket and shouldering her bag. She turns expectant looks toward Emerie and Gwyn, and thankfully, her friends have finished having their fun and don’t dawdle, each grabbing their own bags and shouting thank you’s to the other dancers and instructor.

“I look forward to our date,” Cassian calls after Nesta as she heads for the studio door.

Nesta can’t help her snort at that. “In your dreams, Magic Mike.”

“Pick you up Tuesday, then.”

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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My dearest Mary,

may I please request a part two to this https://at.tumblr.com/sehnsuchts-trunken/dearest-mary-may-i-please-request-something-fun/ot5iybgfk0xb one-shot where Riven and reader meet the rest again? Maybe the reader is wearing Riven's clothing or he is carrying the reader, them being them?

~ love, Leia

yes absolutely I may.

this is part one for everyone who hasn't read it yet!!!

You returned about half an hour later. You'd checked yourself in the bathroom mirror quickly, but you guessed your hair was still dishevelled and you had not had the time to cover up the hickey Riven had left on your neck. The ones below there somewhat were hidden, if dangerously close to the neckline of your shirt. Well, his shirt. It hung a bit loosely.

"Riv", you chuckled, brushing your thumb along his jaw. "You really don't need to carry me down. I am able to walk."

"Are you?", he grinned, raising his eyebrows as he walked you sideways into the dinner hall - bridal style. Everybody was still there, which wasn't really a coincidence, dinner must have started, what, ten, fifteen minutes ago?

The microwave in his dorm had not, in fact, worked. He'd laughed and run his hand over his face when you'd stood in front of it, staring dumbfounded, and told you that oh yeah, they had kind of exploded it a few months ago.

"Yes, I can", you argued, but it didn't make any difference now anyway. He was already maneuvering to the table where your friends sat.

"Look who's back."

Flora was the first one to notice you, or perhaps just the first one to acknowledge your existence. She was grinning, her tone bemused.

"You're really not helping us single people feel any better", Stella sighed, watching as Riven carefully lowered you onto the bench, letting go of you only when you had reassured him that you were sitting just fine.

He was getting dinner for the two of you, you supposed. Hoped, more like.

"Excuse us for being happy", you laughed, leaning onto the table, putting your chin in your hands. Your stomach was rumbling, but it was only a few minutes now until you could finally eat. And then go straight back to the dorm probably. You had a whole evening with Riven to look forward to after all.

"Not excused", Stella said, but you could spot the smile she was hiding. "Not in the slightest."

"You- You've got a little something there", Musa said, gesturing at your neck, with a grin. You raised your eyebrows at her.

"Really?", you asked. "Really? Couldn't have guessed."

"No?", Bloom chimed in. "It is pretty obvious."

Before you could say something else, Riven had joined you again, putting two trays laden with food onto the table in front of you. You looked up at him gratefully. This man - god. Usually he was not a gentleman, but he really could be.

So you dug in.

It wasn't that tasty - it rarely was. But it was food, better definitely than whatever Riven could have concocted up in his dorm.

"I love you so much", you mumbled, looking at your plate as you shoved forkfuls into your mouth, but directing the words at Riven. "So, so much."

He chuckled.

"Only crazy people talk to their food."

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him in the side. "Fuck you."

"Gladly", he laughed.

"I thought he had already", Beatrix muttered. Stella snorted into her drink, the rest of your friends were chuckling at best, laughing so hard they almost cried at worst. You only went back to eating again, pouty this time.

"None of you will be invited to our wedding", you grumbled, but that only made them laugh even harder.

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bookishfeylin · 10 months

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Do you have any good Feylin fic recs? I wish there was one post book 1, where they have to COME TOGETHER AS A COUPLE to stop Rhysand, who's the new Big Bad of the series.

OH HO HO I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED *cracks knuckles*

First I would like to direct you to my Feylin fic tag mainly consisting of oneshots and ficlets and prompts written on tumblr with some stuff from the OLD pre-ACOMAF fandom. There's fluff, there's smut someone finally wrote a Feylin Calanmai fic!!! It was written on Ao3 but also posted on here so I have it tagged under there as well there's a little bit of everything from up to 8 years ago so go crazy in there.

Now for Ao3. Anything Feylin written by @foxcort and by @goforth-ladymidnight, (though you need to be on Ao3 to view their fics, I think they also have them posted here on tumblr too).

There's ACOTAR Chapter 23.5 by BlissionaryPosition (as far as I know she’s not on tumblr? But at any rate it’s just a oneshot of Feylin smut)

Home by Montana only has 2 chapters and given it was last updated 8 years ago I doubt it’ll ever be finished but the premise laid out here for what happens immediately after Amarantha definitely gets the wheels turning.

And lastly and most strongly recommended, A Court of Blades and Brushes by zenithofstories, which seems to fit the bill for the type of story you’re looking for. It’s apparently an ACOMAF AU in which Feyre and Tamlin do get married, but they manage to heal together instead of their relationship devolving. There’s 6 chapters so far and it was just updated like 2 weeks ago and I am absolutely HOOKED, and I cannot recommend it enough.

There’s also my own Feylin fics on Ao3 as well— Feylin oneshots (loosely connected oneshots most of which are in the same timeline though there is an mini story arc in some of the oneshots about Feyre and Tamlin trying to get out of the bargain with Rhysand and the uh. Revelations™️ that follow); The Power of Truth (in which Feyre, after ACOMAF, returns to Spring and basically realizes she was brainwashed by Rhysand and tries to uncover what devastating truth her family is hiding from her. And I am BAD at foreshadowing because everyone already knows the big plot twist LMAO); and Contemplation (where Feyre dies in ACOSF, is transported back to her body at the end of ACOTAR when she was resurrected as High Fae, and decides to change her fate and NOT DIE IN CHILDBIRTH by openly communicating and seeking out allies prior to leaving for Velaris. Angsty Feylin who aren’t endgame per se but I’m including it here because uh. Let’s just say spoilers :)))).

Obviously we don’t have nearly as many fics as the Feysand stans do, but this is what I HAVE been able to collect, so happy reading! I hope this was helpful :)

#Y’all chime in with any other Feylin fics! I think the spell is broken was deleted? Which is sad because ugh I loved that too #But at any rate this blog was originally PARTIALLY made to keep track of all the Feylin content so in addition to a Feylin fic tag i #Also have a Feylin fanart tag #Anyway I hope this was helpful!!!#Ask #feylin #acotar

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infantilebliss · 4 months

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You said you were and weren’t looking for a little one, that your time and financial situation was in the way. Is there a preference to your little or littles that you’d want to adopt?

This is a question that I received a couple of days ago that I want to answer, but couldn't... mostly because there are a lot of things that I want to say about it, and finding the right words for it can be pretty difficult~

I have a lot of 'wants', that could be divided into 'pure want' and 'need and want'. There are a lot of things that I would LOVE to have from a little one, but there are also things that I am willing to 'let go' if it means their comfort is reached. 'Needs and Wants' are the factor of Wants that I need to have, however, in any given relationship. These 'needs' include Trust, Honesty, and Happiness.

Trust is something that is true in many good relationship, but for something as intimate as having a full grown adult be willing to regress themselves to the point where they are back to feeding from baby bottles and lying on her back for someone to take care of her cushy bottom instead of using the big girl potty is something that absolutely needs trust~ Trust is something that has both parties be able to understand and trust someone in what they will and will not do... and for a caretaker, a Trust is needed that little ones can be trusted enough to be given enough looseness in their relationship and be able to act free, and a Trust of a little is needed to be able to let themselves be loose whilst having a helping hand that holds them. Having enough Trust to be vulnerable, open, and raw with their thoughts is always something that I crave a lot, even if the words and actions told is one that is not always kind. Trust is something that is needed, especially, for a little one that will be finding themselves living the life of being carried around all day and suckling their binky whenever they aren't strapped into one contraption or another, or simply laid down on something nice and soft to relax on...

Honesty, however, is far more important to me than Trust for a number of reasons. Honesty is something that isn't just speaking the truth, but it is one where they are true to themselves and know what they want. Does a little one really want to be suckling baby bottles and gulping mushy food? Does a little one really want to be dressed in baby dresses and pampers all day every day and have them be decked to the brim with things that would cause anyone that is cooing at the adorable thing to get nosebleeds? Does the little one really want to regress so far that some of the most basic things maybe outside of their reach, or put themselves in such a vulnerable place in the first place whether they have the correct support or not? Does the little one want to keep some aspects of their adult life, and what do they want to keep? Does the little one really want to make such a commitment, or is this just something to sit down and enjoy the thought of before waddling off to live the adult world? Honesty of the self is far more important to me, and unfortunately there are a number of people (most, actually) who are not only dishonest towards those outside of themselves, but many don't know about their wants, needs, thoughts, or feelings... often saying one thing, but when confronted with it or confronted with something that 'challenges' it in some form of another will quickly step away or hide. Honesty is a very important need, and unlike Trust that is something that is built up, Honesty is not always the case. Sometimes, some people will generally not be honest with themselves or others no matter what is presented or they have experienced, good or bad.

The final 'Need and Want' is Happiness. Happiness is the final goal for a relationship, but it is one where the little one is reached a specific kind of bliss... one where when they find themselves lost in their own little world, the only feeling and thought in their pretty head is the feeling that "They Won"... that they have all the love, attention, care, and desires met. That her needs and wants have either been fulfilled or is being maintained to the point where their little tummies are always bloated with flutters and giggles~ Where a little one is nice and soft all the time, unable to stop themselves from getting a nice permanent smile on their face that causes them to giggle at the silliest things, even looking at the same pretty colours or drifting of clouds causes them to gurgle and act so soft and silly as they enjoy the internal warmth that swaddles them~ A little one that is so full of happiness inside of them that they are a Star in their own right... one where they have such a glow and aura that there is warmth and light emanating from them, causing anyone around them to feel pure joy as much as a soft cat purring on your chest~

I hope that it gives a good understanding~ As for the 'pure wants', I am very flexible about my desires~ Sure, it would be so cute if I had a little bundle of joy that wants to stay that way forever and ever, being just an adult infant that will be treated like a mastercrafted treasure that is always in need of admiration and polish to make sure that they always are shining and feeling like something to be envied... but I have already talked about things like "Full Regression and Synthesis", along with a wide variety of different flavours of adult babies that I enjoy~ However, the three noted above are the most important, and they are not just a want but a need for a relationship with a little one. Hope that gives you a clear picture, tried to write as clear as possible, but I know that I might not always be XD

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lovebaela · 1 year

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 3

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Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic

Chapter 3 ⋇ King’s Landing ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

Where am I? As I’m looking around, I am surrounded by fire! I look up and see…a dragon! Tsireya… it said…you must be a dragon…the dragon opens its mouth, releasing fire at me. I shut my eyes and get a sudden chill. I open them, now I’m caught up in an ice blizzard. I look up again. A humongous ice creature…it looks like an ice dragon! It’s ten times bigger than the dragon I saw earlier!

When I finally opened my eyes, everything was a blur. I hear people around me gasp.

“Oh thank the gods!”

“They’re okay!”

“I thought they were gone!”

I was finally able to focus and my vision cleared. Lord Stark places his hand on my cheek, “It’s okay, little one. You’re okay.” I look over to my left and see Bran also awake as Summer licked his face. He looked like he just woke up as well. Lady Stark began to tear up, “I’m so happy you two are okay!”

“Bran?” I call out to him.

“Tsireya, I’m so glad you’re okay.” He said.

“Bran,” Lord Stark said. “What happened?”

“I…I don’t remember,” he said. “I just remember falling but I don’t know how it happened.”

“Can you move at all?” Maester Luwin asks us.

We both move our arms and legs.

“Yeah, we can move fine.”

“Thank the gods you both aren’t injured.”

I look over at Bran again, “I caught you…I knew I wasn’t strong enough but…I couldn’t risk just watching you fall.”

“Thanks Tsireya.” Bran says grinning weakly.

“Good thing she caught you and broke your fall,” Robb told Bran.

“Yeah, who knows what would have happened,” Arya said. “And don’t get me started on the assassin that tried to kill you two-.”

“ARYA!” Everyone else screamed.

“Alright, these two need rest,” Maester Luwin said. “Let’s clear the room for a bit.”

Everyone leaves the room, it’s just me and Bran. We both look at each other.

“I’m glad you were there,” he said. “You saved me from possible death.”

“I’d never let you fall without me to catch you.” I tell him.

“Neither would I.” He said. He reached his hand out from his bed and held mine.

“I…I had a strange dream,” he said. “But it felt so real…I was falling but it felt like I was falling forever. I saw a crow and it started telling me to fly!”

I continued to listen as he explained his dream to me.

After another day of resting, we continue on with the plan of going with Lord Stark to King’s Landing. Robb, Lady Stark, and Rickon were going to stay behind. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, they always said. As I was packing, Maester Luwin knocks at my door. I let him in and I notice the treasure chest in his hand. “What is that?” I ask him. “I’m not sure, but I advise you to open it when you are completely alone.” I nod taking the chest from him. I place it in my bag and continue to finish packing.

Arya and I go to visit Jon, he plans to go become a man of the Night’s Watch. We definitely didn’t want to see him go. We give him the biggest hug and he gives us gifts. He gave Arya a slim sword and me a pretty bracelet. We then go to the rest of the Starks staying behind and say our goodbyes.

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In the middle of our journey to the King’s Landing, we set camp. Once it was morning, the King, again, requests to go on a hunt with Lord Stark. As Sansa and I were eating, the Septa explained how there were still wild aurochs around. Sansa fed her direwolf, Lady, some of her breakfast. The Septa, as usual, disapproved of it and told her it wasn’t “ladylike.”

“Where is Arya?” The Septa asked. Sansa and I both responded that we didn’t know.

The Septa told us we had to look our absolute best today. Especially because we were going to ride with Queen Cersei and Princess Myrcella in the royal wheel house. Sansa of course was already dressed her best, with her hair beautifully done and a blue dress on.

I, also extremely nervous, wanted to look my best so I was also prepared. I decided to wear a long sleeved gold dress with some hints of red on my sleeves and collar. My wavy, loose curls was brushed to look more straight and was put in a half up half down hairstyle.

“We look beautiful,” Sansa said. “Joffrey is going to love my outfit. I also hope the queen likes it. Maybe Prince Tommen will want to marry you! We will both we Princesses!”

That had me thinking, am I not a princess anymore?

“I bet Arya isn’t even ready yet,” Sansa says.

“We should go get her.”

We pardon ourselves and leave to get her. Arya was with Nymeria, her pup, still dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday and the day before. She was covered in mud making herself look worse. We tried to tell her to come get ready, but she refused saying she was going to be with Mycah, the butcher’s son. Annoyed, Sansa storms off to go back to the inn and I go to find Bran.

I wonder off and find him sitting by a tree. “Hey,” I told him. He greeted me back, “You…look nice.”

“Thanks,” I slightly blush. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was thinking about climbing the tree but then I decided not too…because of- well you know..”

“Oh…yeah.”

“But I really like climbing it’s just the thought of me falling again scares me.”

“Hmm, do you want to go by the lake? I think that’s wear Arya was going!”

“Sure!”

We follow beside the river trail for a while until we found Arya with Mycah. We decided to take our shoes off and put our feet in the water. I see a pretty, small green frog. “Look, frogs!” I said happily. I roll up my sleeves and pick them up, letting them walk all over my hand.

Bran chuckled, “You really love animals don’t you?”

“Of course!” I answered. “Such beautiful creatures..”

We look back and see the other two sparring sticks as if they were swords. I lower my hand down for the frogs to jump off but the light green one decided to stay.

“Arya? Tsireya?” We all hear a voice say. “You two aren’t supposed to be here!”

Bran and I quickly get up and put our shoes back on. “Oh no, Sansa I’m sorry I forgot!” I told her.

“Go away!” Arya yelled.

“Your sister?” The boy with Sansa asked her, it was Joffrey. Sansa looked down in embarrassment and nodded.

I carry the frog with my two hands as Bran and I walk next to Arya and Mycah.

Joffrey’s eyes meet mine and I freeze. “You…must be the “winter dragon,” He said in a mocking tone. “You should go back to whatever island you came from, you don’t belong here!” No one has ever said that to me before…I didn’t know what to say.

I think what hurt the most was that Sansa just stood there beside him, letting him talk to me that way.

“Hey!” Bran says.

“Yeah, leave her alone!” Arya joined in. “We were all having fun until you guys showed up.”

Then Joffrey turned to Mycah saying, “And you…that’s my betrothed’s sister you were fighting..”

“Stop we were just playing,” Arya explained.

“Arya, stay out of this!” Sansa said.

“Well do you think you have what it takes to be a knight?” Joffrey asked the boy, drawing his sword. “Fight me with your sword.”

“She asked me to my Lord,” he said.

“It’s just a stick!” I yelled.

“Shut it!” Joffrey commanded. He had the sword against Mycah’s cheek.

The rest of us gasp. He cuts deeper and deeper into his skin. We start to see blood. I didn’t know what to do. But I was so angry. Then suddenly the frog leaped from my hand onto Joffrey’s head.

“AHHH!” Joffrey shrieked like a girl. We gasp again in shock. Arya screams as she jumps in and hits his back with the stick. We tell Mycah to leave so he goes. The frog then leaps back to me on my shoulder. We all watch as Joffrey and Arya swing at each other, telling them to stop. Arya loses her stick and begins to dodge his strikes until she falls to the ground.

“I’LL GUT YOU, YOU LITTLE CUNT!” Joffrey threatens her with his sword pointed at her.

Nymeria swiftly comes in, biting the arm Joffrey had his sword in. Joffrey drops to the ground screaming. We got Nymeria off of him. Arya snatched the sword from him and pointed it at him.

“Please, don’t…” Joffrey pleaded, obviously trying to look like the victim.

Arya threw the sword into the river and ran off with Nymeria as Sansa tried to help the Prince.

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We look everywhere for Arya, but we just can’t find her! Lord Stark sends out a whole search party. By night, they finally found her. Turns out the King and Queen had their men look for her and took her to their tent.

Bran, Lord Stark, and I head back to the tent.

“Why wasn’t she brought to me at once?” He asked. I never seen him so angry before. “Are you hurt?” He asked Arya.

“No…” Poor Arya was shaking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That girl of yours,” the Queen said. “She attacked my son. So did the other boy with her. Those other two watched and laughed.”

“No!” The three of us said.

“He said insults to Tsireya!”

“I-It’s true they attacked me and she threw my sword in the river!” Joffrey whimpered.

“Liar!”

“S-Shut up!”

“SILENCE!” The King yelled. “Children fight, it happens.” He sighed, obviously annoyed.

Sansa gets called up by the Queen and asks her what happened.

“I don’t know…” Sansa lied. “Everything happened so fast…I didn’t see-.”

“LIAR LIAR LIAR!” Arya screams, pulling at Sansa’s hair.

The Queen stills wants revenge for her son, so she wants Nymeria dead. When looking for Arya, no one found the wolf. Summer also ran off to go hunt, something that he started doing. “They have another one,” the Queen said. We all look at Sansa. Sansa looks back at us and then to her father, “she doesn’t mean Lady does she..? No, she wouldn’t BITE anyone she’s GOOD! My good girl!” She teared up.

“Lady is innocent!” Bran said.

But we didn’t have a choice. Lord Stark volunteered to do the job. We went back to our inn, trying to calm Sansa. This was the worst day ever…

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As we expected, poor Mycah was killed. I cried as Arya and Bran held me. Why did his death affect me so much? I really don’t know him…I just feel for him, he deserved to live his life! And I can’t forget about poor Lady. We finally made it to King’s Landing and rested. The next morning, we ate breakfast. Arya started playing with her food, stabbing at it with her knife.

“What are you doing?” Sansa asked.

“Practicing..”

For what?”

“The Prince..”

The rest of us gasped.

“ARYA!” The Septa yelled.

“My friend is dead because of her! And she didn’t stick up for Tsireya!”

I stayed quiet. I was still so upset by the whole thing. I brought the frog back with us to the inn, I think it wanted to come with me. I started to pet him with my finger at the table. “Tsireya,” the Septa said. “Having creatures on the table and petting them are not ladylike!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, picking it up and place it on my lap.

After breakfast, we all go to a tourney. I couldn’t focus on it though, no matter how much I tried. Bran and I decided to hang out more. He noticed that I looked down.

“Rytsa, skoros vestas iksis daor drēje. Gaomā sytilībagon. (Hey, what he said isn’t true. You do belong).” Bran told me as we walked through the halls of the castle. I thank Bran, giving him a hug.

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One day, as Bran and I were walking, Arya ran quickly to us.

“Guys!” She yelled. We ask her what’s going on.

“I…I heard two men talking. I don’t really know what about but I heard something about ‘savages’? Something isn’t right!”

We then find out that Lord Stark is injured! “We must leave,” he told us. “This isn’t a safe place for anyone..”

“Are you dying because of your leg?” Arya asked. He replied no. “We can’t leave! My dancing lessons-.”

“No one cares about your stupid lessons,” Sansa said. “I’m supposed to stay with the Prince! I love him, I want to be his queen and have his babies!”

“7 hells…” Arya said.

“I want babies with beautiful blonde hair!!” Sansa said.

Lord Stark’s face looked different, as if he had an idea, “all of you, pack your things. One of my men have a carriage for us.”

We all go to our rooms and pack our belongings. As much as I didn’t feel very safe, I liked the weather and climate of King’s Landing. I meet up with Bran and we look for the other girls.

“Where are they?” He asks.

“I don’t know…” I respond. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

As we are wondering the halls, Lannister soldiers spot us, “Hey, you two come with us!” They yelled.

“dakogon!”

We start running as fast as we could. We tried looking for Lord Stark, but we couldn’t find him! They must have captured everyone else! We freak out and run into a random room.

The room looked like it was for a princess. We go to the back of the room.

“What do we do?” I ask Bran.

“I don’t know…” he replied.

We tried looking for a way to escape. We pushed something that looked like a secret door. It opened!

“Whoa…”

It was a tunnel passageway!

“Emi naejot jikagon!” Bran said, taking my hand. I take a deep breath, “okay…let’s do it!” We run through the passageway to the back of the castle. It led to the outside with a lot of stairs. We run all the way down and pass through flea bottom. Luckily, the guards lost us. We see a carriage with a man who was in Stark armory. We tell him that the others were taken already and we needed to go. So we left…

We moved as fast as we could to Winterfell. Once we made it, we were greeted by Ser Rodrick, “Oh gods!” He said, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around us. “Let’s get you two inside!”

Robb, Maester Luwin, Ser Rodrick, Theon, and Lady Stark surrounded us asking tons of questions. Bran and I couldn’t help but just cry. Everything happened so fast.

“We tried to find them!” Bran explained. “We really did…”

Lady Stark sent everyone else out of the room. “I know sweet heart…I believe you…”

She tried to keep a brave face on, but I could tell she was terrified.

I just hope the others are okay…

Before we knew it, she left Winterfell to investigate.

#bran stark #bran stark imagine #bran stark x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon #game of thrones x oc #game of thrones headcanons #fanfic #jon snow #robb stark #sansa stark #arya stark #daenerys targaryen #targaryen imagine

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jennyandvastraflint · 4 months

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Hi :) If I may -

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here (feel free to skip this one if you haven't got time/opportunity - or, well, you know you can skip any anyway)

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Okay I lied I'm answering this NOW because I just had to buy bread and face The Horrors of going into a shop and I need something nice to do bc I'm exhausted...

Describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm taking this to mean the latest I started dfhgjf I have kinda seven WIPs rn... So, here we go:

🦎🪞💧🖼️🌈

I sure hope I get time to finish ALL my wips very soon! (I have four big uni assignments to do until the 15th, but afterwards I am FREE for like... a little bit at least)

recommend an author or fanfic you love

Okay I'm actually going to do two here, seeing as one is a shameless plug of my friend's fic...

Go read Righting Reflex by the asker please, it is a wonderful fic about the Thirteenth Doctor and her fam, and a cat that mysteriously shows up. Perhaps there is more to the cat (who seems very insistent on getting Yaz and the Doctor to spend more time together) than meets the eye...

And another would be Communication is the basis of a healthy relationship by casualscribbler who I'd also consider a friend (actually everyone who loves Jenny and Vastra is automatically my friend I don't make the rules). It's a beautiful fic about Jenny and Vastra and them growing closer together. Said author has also some other brilliant works, some of which are rather on the angsty side (and made me cry a lot fhdjgskfdg), but I love them dearly.

name three good things going on in your life right now

Uhhhh, okay. So, one, I finally got to meet with a therapist about my chronic pain and she gave me addresses to a few places for stuff I got going on (I cried a lot but some of that crying really just needed to get out)

I passed an exam I worried about a lot, andddddd three, I kinda fell into a hyperfixation on the PGSM 2003 live action series and am LIVING bc nine years ago my parents claimed Sailor Moon would just be a short phase and now it's STILL THERE >:D

Do you like or dislike surprises?

Generally definitely dislike, I'm autistic and like things to be fairly predictable because I don't know how to spontaneously react to a lot of stuff. (I like to surprise other people who DO like surprises tho)

Add 50 words to your current wip and add the paragraph here

Since I, as mentioned, kinda have like seven wips and it is this asker, I'm going to write a paragraph for Turn Loose the Mermaids XD It won't give much away since we're still in the "introducing Jenny and Vastra's ragtag crew" phase.

“They are really sweet,” Bill said outside, beaming at Jenny and Vastra. “Joining your crew seems like the best decision of my recent life so far.” Jenny wasn’t yet quite used to thinking of the crew as hers, and she blushed a little. “We’re happy to have you.” “It is… a family for those who have none,” Vastra mused, absentmindedly stroking a lock of Jenny’s brown hair out of her face. “To provide comfort and companionship.”

I hope you like itttt!

Link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Could be a funny idiot about this and link the art I commissioned myself, but... Let's not :P

So here's absolutely gorgeous Paternoster Gang (and Bloomsbury Bunch) art by @simpingforwomen24-7

LIKE LOOK AT THEIR LIL HAPPY FACES I LOVE THEM SMMMMM!

Anyway, this was fun!! Thank you so much for the ask!

#ask game #writers ask game #madame vastra #jenny flint #jenny and vastra #the paternoster gang #doctor who

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thebopkabbalah · 2 years

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NOTES ON TELEVISION P.2

in chicken pox isolation, despite a long distance from t.v. shows in general and a will to read/watch films, i did end up consuming a lot of television. so here we go - this is from the last week or so, dating between 27th november to 4th december 2022. there are spoilers below.

house of the dragon finale (repeat watch, hotstar)

i rewatched the entire season and was very satisfied with spending more time in the GRRM universe, though here i’ll talk only about the finale. for an ending, it’s a pretty standard and solid delivery that, on my first watch, really kept the tension building towards the latter half very well -- on my second watch, though i knew what Vhaghar was going to do, just the visual of her overhead was enough to make me tense again. couldn’t quite connect with rhaenyra and daemon as a unit this time, especially when he does what he does. it seems a little out of line - was it just for the sake of unpredictability? or was this a development of his characterization? i don’t know. i think one more extra thing i love about HoTD was the music, the world building and production/costuming...just absolutely excellent. it’s still not quite as lived in a world as game of thrones but it could reach there. i think they need to stop hurrying so much? GODDAMN EMAA D’ARCY IS SO HOT. i’m very happy to see non-binary folks on screen. cannot wait for season 2, i’m a bit obsessed with the GRRM universe. ugh.

the crown season 5 (netflix)

let’s be honest, this was a pretty shitty/average season. nobody except the actor playing diana was the least bit convincing - the camilla actor looked shockingly like her so really well done there. but the queen, the king, charles etc etc very average. i also found the narrative building/construction incredibly weak, loose and disconnected - what were the episodes moving towards? there was no direction to what i was watching and mostly, i skipped through the season only pausing to see diana. the season also seemed very pro charles-camilla, which was very odd and unsettling. definitely a waste of time, even someone as fucking brilliant as lesley manville seemed wasted in the show!!!! who cares to be honest, we could put this money into more interesting historical / period dramas now, really. awfully done.

interview with the vampire (downloaded)

well well well, what a sexy little romp this was. there are some incredibly compelling things about it - um, jacob fkn andersen for a start??? wow. also the beauty of being able to say a queer black man in a historical-supernatural setting, dealing with so many things, it was really fucking wonderful. sam reid is also incredible charismatic, would find myself wondering - ugh, why am i rooting so much for him??? the costuming was off the fucking charts. their child-sister was alright, improved later but not convinced by the actor tbh. i was also unconvinced by the lack of sexual intimacy/queer sex (hello???), it was always only ever suggested types, i thought the whole dubai set-up was too weirdly done, i didn’t find the actor playing Rashid/Armand very convincing or compelling (props for muslim representation but couldn’t we have picked another actor??) and the journalist also felt a little one note, not very COMPELLING.....especially for a show with so much promise!!!!!! music was lovely, the sexy vibes were almost perfect - but we could have seen more lore, more world building? idk. lots of fantastic queer, race and class politics!!! a mixed bag of being horny, happy and confused!!!

dead to me season 3 (netflix)

this one started out okay, a little too on the nose with the hit and runs and overlaps to be honest but now it’s really dragging itself. it’s also like too much put together without much thought? jen is pregnant, judy has cancer, they’re making all kinds of claims to the fbi and the police? it’s getting harder and harder to take this universe seriously. before all the orchestrated chaos that seems to have little impact on the viewer, i was actually laughing. the dialogues were great first half, despite the hit and run gag etc, and i was living for this amazing female best-friendship on screen (YOU ARE MY FUCKING HEART! is something i want to scream at my best friend one day too!!!! its such a great moment) - but ya halfway through it seems to lose its steam, purpose and earlier energy?? why does jen’s house start looking like an ad shoot??? why is the fbi made up of only one agent who lives in a motel?? it’s like the show wants to create a number of different rules for its universe - campy? dark comedy? telenovela-esque?- idk, something’s off this time round -- or maybe i’m projecting too much realism? let’s see, two episodes left now.

wednesday (netflix)

ah! wheuew! after hearing so much from my flatmate, being shown that incredible dance sequence and the praise from my cousin as well as constant tumblr trending, i watched this in the span of a day or so. shouldn’t be so proud of super fast consumption but this was really very good!!! nearly excellent!!!! the music is absolutely exceptional, i will be hearing jenna ortega’s cello solo in my head for a while. she’s also absolutely PHENONEMAL. i love her and enid’s friendship, i was crying at that hug bitches. other characters are also great, though not given a lot of time to develop/gather depth. do agree that the black characters felt very detached from their racial identites even as racial politics is part of the show??? it was a lil weird. gwendolyn christie is a gorgeous one, though she stood often in only one pose. was this deliberate? catherine zeta jones did not fully convince me - but the 1990s casting was too good. that bee friend of hers was ok ok, some of the twists were expected, some were wildcards which i enjoyed. i really enjoyed this so much, surprisingly - i don’t really see the CW ties that many critics have pointed out, the tone is very much its own/certain/great. jenna ortega holds the whole damn thing together so perfectly. i would contest that the CGI/production is sometimes a little off and the narrative is weak in places, even the dialogue falls short at moments...but damn it, i enjoyed it so much. now im going to go back to my typewriter too!!!!!!

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I created a Thanksgiving spread and just pulled cards for myself with it 🦃🍂 This reads starting at the top, moving left to right down and then down to the next row.

My energy now: 5 of Wands

Conflict, tension, scattered, inner suffering, a need to calm & focus my mind. Definitely working on this but feeling it still. Last week I had a bad flare up and it made me super depressed. Fighting with myself lately to do things that benefit my health.

2. The blessings you have: 10 of Swords

Rock bottom. I mean I would have to agree that getting to the point I’m at is a blessing, because now I’m able to break out of it.

3. Something to feel grateful for: The Star

Healing, hope, peace, creativity. Absolutely! And this is “my” card so it’s like saying… being happy to be uniquely ME. Also, of course that there IS hope, I’ve been here before and can overcome again.

4. Something to pay closer attention to: 3 of Pentacles

Focus, strategy, determination, also teamwork. I definitely need to be putting more effort into focusing and building up plans for what I’m doing. Because I so easily feel like “I don’t need to do that anymore I feel better” and forget about it until I’m back where I was last week. This card is like… climbing a mountain. It seems like a huge task but I am not alone.

5. Something to cut loose: 10 of Wands

Mental and physical burdens, difficulty, burdens, blockages, depression.

I was just saying I really should try again with the doc/therapy. Financially it’s kinda impossible lol but maybe I can figure something out. I think really this card is saying to let go of like attracting and holding onto negativity. I tend to get stuck in fixations about bad things (thanks mom n dad). And to focus on clearing energy blockages once and for all. A lot (if not all) of my burdens and difficulties is due to upbringing, my parents, and unaddressed mental health situations such as ADHD or CPTSD (again where going to doc comes in). Let go of wallowing in my shit.

6. How to attract more good things into your life: Daughter of Wands

Passion, visionary, free-spirit, transformation, spiritual breakthrough. Okokok I’m feeling this for sure. I need to free myself from these worries through deliberate action. Revisit my spiritual beliefs, and build upon them. Evolve.

7. What abundance is coming to you this season? Ace of Swords

Clarity, breakthrough, truth. Love this—- right before Peach had some big upgrades in his career I constantly would pull this card for him. That makes me so excited for what’s coming!!! Also, good to know that my efforts will help my mind.

8. A message from Spirit/the Universe: Daughter of Swords & The Bard

-Insightful, honest, observant.

-The liminal, transition, spaciousness, grace, forgiveness, truth

Lol ok this message actually brought me to tears. Spirit is saying that I have this gift for facing the truth, even when it’s shitty. I’m vigilant and notice small details. I tend to hold onto things too tightly in a way that can make me resentful or depressed.

This space/energy I’m moving into is one where I have the space to tap into higher wisdom and help me find the resolve I’ve been working toward/waiting for. The Veil is still thin, so I may receive messages from ancestors and my spirits. This cosmic support helps me finally forgive and release old pains. But also this sense of being in an in-between space where I’m like right on the verge of moving into my next embodiment.

#Personal #tarot #tarotjournal #tarotblr #tarot witch #tarotcommunity

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hello friend! it’s been a while 🌙🌙🌙

how have you been? I hope you’re well. it’s been a crazy month-ish for everybody I feel like. some part of me wants to blame this on astrology but alas I am not an astrology person so let’s just pretend something is in gatorade and leave it at that

here to say, I am still here and still caught up with everything you publish! I fell behind a chapter on wnwtc around 21 but it was actually fantastic because the day I finally found time to read it, you posted chapter 22 the next day, which made me very happy. upon you posting chapter 23 the other day I actually ended up rereading them both yet again. they’re such easy reads and it’s so nice to be so near the end and have them just… living their lives, tying together all of the loose ends. I’m definitely going to go back and start from the beginning when you finish, just to see how jarring it is to go back and see where they were, and how they’ve grown up. I want to say thank you for writing and that you are always the most wonderful at the whole Word thing and also thank you for writing a fic that was so easy to sink my teeth into and identify with the characters and their growth and their love and their sadness. I’ve said this to you before but your characters are all just so woefully human. and I know you’ve complained before about how bloody long wnwtc got but it’s a testament to how genuinely good of a writer you are that it is longer than you intended (or I suppose just as long as you intended but in a ‘why did i write such a long fic’ type way) and yet it’s still so enthralling and absorbing. (also none of us feel that way and to be quite honest the fic would be 300,000 words long and i’d be there. you could write a spin off about regulus sleeping his way through berlin or sirius just tending to his garden day in and day out or, dare I say, bloody GABRIEL and I would be seated quite happily!!)

I’m not going to make this too long mainly because I’m actually quite scared that tumblr will DELETE IT AGAIN because this app hates me, but honestly I think i’ve said what I wanted to say. just wanted to throw some appreciation over your way and tell you how much I still love and inhale your work and that you really do have a natural knack for this stuff and it’s honestly an absolute gift to be able to have it shared with us!!! (also I want you to know I snort laughed like 3 times in the newest wnwtc chapter. you’re also funny as fuck) and I’m proud of you for (almost) finishing wnwtc!! I will be seated very happily for the last chapter and I may cry when it ends you can’t hold that against me

hope you have a wonderful day, lots of love 💛🌙🌙🌙

Hello darling 🌙

It's so lovely to hear from you!

I'm doing just fine, thank you. Just returned from a week in Italy, soaking up the sun, eating enough gelato for ten and pretending I still speak the language. Divine!

Thank you for saying such nice things about WNWTC. I always find finishing fics super hard, and when there's also been a tangible drop off in engagement with it, it's often difficult to find the motivation. People like you make such a difference in getting me writing so thank you.

#wnwtc #we never went to church #wrappedup

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cinemacentral666 · 9 months

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Breaking the Waves (1996)

Movie #1,158 • Ranking Lars von Trier #2

[Ed. Note: This was the first film I watched for this Ranking series. Sorry that the tone of this review is so different than the others.]

And so I begin a crisscross through the career of Lars Von Trier. Hey that rhymes! Neat. And fun. You know what's not so fun, it seems? Watching a dang Lars Von Trier film! I am beginning with Trier's Golden Heart Trilogy (1996-2000) of which this is the first installment. I am starting here for no real reason, but maybe the real reason is because I remember when Bjork wore that swan dress to the Oscars. (I don't want to explain that sentence further. I'm sorry.)

Before dipping my toes into the Trieriverse, the only thing I knew about his work is that it was BLEAK. And, guess what? We are 1 for 1 on that count, man. Hoo boy… NOT a feel-good movie here, folks. There are around 15 features and some TV, documentaries and shorts I will be ingesting over the next five to fifty-five weeks (give or take). Whether my precious heart can take it… that's another question.

I like to mix up how I ingest a filmmaker's catalog. Sometimes I'll go chronolog, sometimes rev-chronolog, sometimes alphabetty and then sometimes I'll just throw out a dang wildcard and jump around like I'm in the Irish hip-hop group House of Pain. That Trier (or is it Von Trier–I mean, I assume Von isn't his middle name?) often works in loose trilogical way, I thought it would be nice to start somewhere in the middle and the hop frontwards and backwards, making sure I took in each trilogy in chronological order, of course. It's a joy: being able to experience an auteur's work in full, for the first time (unscathed as it were… something about it feels more pure).

But that's enough preamble, let's talk about 1996's Breaking the Waves starring the great Emily Watson and Stellan Skarsgård. This film is a classic, me thinks. Like many great works of the cinema, it plays a trick. This movie's trick is that it makes you think it's about sex, but it's really about faith and religion. It's about what an absolute farce the latter is. (And I believe this is a common theme for him. Wwe pick things up in life by happenstance, without really trying — I do, at least.)

This film is long, but it's broken down by Chapters which make it easily digestible in multiple viewings (umm, ever heard of PRESTIGE TV??) . All the Chapters begin with a classic rock song, by David Bowie and others, played over these extremely cool looking. kind of moving portraits (done by Per Kirkeby). I did a supercut of these title cards…

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My favorite part(s) of this movie are when Emily Watson does the voice of God. It's a reoccurring bit and it's so so good…

I found an interesting secondary theme to be the role of women in modern society. Yes, the pretense of the setting (a cloistered village in bumfuck Scotland with doomed religious politics) is a cheat, andLVT being, well, a man, perhaps complicates or undermines the point, but I think he did a really amazing job, both facts considered. This is a highly feminist film, and not in a 'beat you over the head' trying too hard kind of way.

That said, there are no happy endings here. The evil men do in their mind is not equal to the evil they can do with their bodies. The final act is spectacularly rough and hard to watch at times (spoiler alert: Udo Kier's character is simply billed as "Sadistic Sailor"). But it's never a morality lesson. If anything, it's a lesson against the entire concept of morality. And it's a notion he would completely break wide open with his next project, The Idiots.

SCORE: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ll be counting down all of Lars Von Trier’s movies right here at @cinemacentral666 every Thursday through September 2023

#🇩🇰#1996 #drama #lars von trier director #10 #adrian rawlins #emily watson #stellan skarsgård #katrin cartlidge #jean-marc barr #udo kier #sandra voe #Youtube

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