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alicentsultana · 24 hours

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Since I have trust issues with HOTD but a lot of trust with you ,I would life to ask ,how would you imagine the whole Alicole buildup for that scene?

We all are collectively trembling about this omg. Thanks for trusting me 🤗🙈 I would need to write a serious scene to express everything, but let's call this a conversational rambling draft

This is a imagine and a headcannon (for those who are coming to look for the rumors)

Ok so let's go with two (ideal) possibilities:

1. Before b&c

I would say they would need to meet after a tense council reunion, or something along stressful and bordering chaotic - we can also talk about the riot scene, though we don't know when that scene will happen.

They would need to spend some time together, so their "free time" would be night as they now are very busy people, it would also need to happen away from Larys Strong, he have an agenda.

If we go more into discussions over political/realm matters, it probably would involve wine and I don't really think it would evolve a openly/overly romantic dialog. But we could enter in diverse matters, including the elephant in the room- Rhaenyra. They could discuss about their feelings and how their story turned out because of poor choices and their involvement with the targs. We know through the delete dialogs that Criston would often flirt with alicent (courtly love! courtly love! courtly love!), so he could do it and also express being displeased with some lord in the council or otto trying to marry her off again, something along these lines.

However, Alicent could be open to it in a very it doesn't really matter doesn't really really matter (AW you will always be famous) and just advance over him, let's test how devoted he is- and yk there's no husband around, but I don't know about his oath, because it will be brought up, but criston is not just a knight anymore, and this man had to ask for lemon cake out of season because Queen Alicent asked him for while she was pregnant, there's nothing he wouldn't do if she simply asks.

"Would you break your oath again? for me, as your queen?"

"I will not fail you."

Hahaha sorry, I had to.

Despite the back and forth I believe they would be rather passionate about it. They deserve it. I think this would fall into your wishes for a slower moment, they would be taking their time.

The outcome of it, however, could result in a fallout (that I think is not the case bc they have a high amount of trust into each other and one time wouldn't break it only leave some thirst and want or would result in religious guilt because b&c will happen anyway.

2. After b&c

I picture it as a "take my mind out of it" or/and a desperate "need you rn", this one would be more idk heavy? Fast? Blood, sweat and tears (figurative blood***)? I'm my own victim. But I believe this outcome would be way more hot and sexy for the amount of feelings. It def would fall into my wishes for no candlelight and clothes in the floor.

After b&c would definitely be more of a fleeting moment, especially if it's only one time/first time, because it will be desperate, but also very dependent, showing how they depend on each other, Alicent has no one but her children, otto don't count much, and others are allies, Criston raised her kids, both saw each other at their lowest, and b&c will be a blow to everyone of them, and he included, he's a grandpa, I take no criticism. So it would be something both of them need, for everything that happens between them.

I like tragedy so I would love to see it happen after b&c, for the raw emotion of it, also, it would result in a much more open and intrinsic need for each other and the deep dependence be more exposed/more real, more noticeable. Alicent would feel guilty anyway, in a should have been grieving but I'm fucking instead, but I don't think it will affect her so much.

Conclusion: in both cases, I don't think Criston will be forceful, simply because he never was to her, he's just her Husky, hers. I also believe that he would incentive her to ask, "you can ask me anything you want and I'll give it to you.", we have seen him as her extension, and how he's just always there no matter what, so I don't think it would be any different in their sex scene.

Oh no, I'll need to write it, I'm sorry for my wips

This pic got me so much I'll glue it on my wall next to saint alicent of the broken hearts-

#let's pin this in the future to write ideas #after my heart shatters*#alicole #alicent x criston #alicent hightower #ser criston cole #hotd

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tea-cat-arts · 9 months

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(Uh, hi. Currently doing my first 3 Hopes playthrough)

WHY IS EVERYONE IN SCARLET BLAZE BEING A DICK TO MY BOY ASHE! CHRIST, WHY'D NO ONE WARN ME THAT RECRUITING HIM JUST ENDS WITH HIM BEING EMOTIONALLY KICKED IN THE NUTS FOR 12 CHAPTERS STRAIGHT!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BLACK EAGLE FRIENDSHIPS!!!

Anyways, Shez, Mercedes, Raphael, and Rodrigue are the only characters that passed the vibe check on how they treated Ashe (so far at least). Everyone else should reconsider their life choices

#fe3h #ashe duran #vent post #the audacity of everyone to be rude to Ashe #of all the characters they couldve made suffer they chose the one thats never done anything wrong before in his life #to address some counterpoints i feel like will come up:#“Dimitri wasnt a dick to Ashe. he gave him that order-”#so i hate that order for plot reasons as i feel it removes a lot of Ashe's agency #it takes him from where he was in the original game when he had to actually evaluate his views on the kingdom. the church. and knighthood #where he actually thought about his own beliefs and values and who he wanted to fight for #to someone just following orders #Ashe does have a tendency to default to what authority tells him to do in situations where theres no right answer #but hes also contemplative and comes to his own conclusions eventually #and his own conclusions are always something hes passionate about and believes in #but this time around it seemed like he hated his decisions. was just committing to the bit. and wanted to die #as for why i think Dimitri himself is a dick for that order:#why the fuck would you send Ashe to fight his dad??? and why didnt you tell anyone else about that order???#“well they wanted to go a different direction with the support so thats why there arent repeats-”#ok but they couldve shown him talking with his friends from the previous game around camp #or paralogs #or unique dialog #they did it with Lorenz/Ferdie/Constance and Lysithea/Edelgard #im not asking for like a 3 part support chain. i just want someone to check in on him #cuz at this point i wouldnt be surprised if his end card was just a suicide note #i want ashe to have supports with Bernie. Dorothea. Lindhardt. and Lonato so bad it makes me look stupid #i am filled with salt and rage

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senditcolton · 5 months

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praise you like i should

song inspo: praising you word count: 3.4k warnings: smut! feminine reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected penetration and - of course - praise.

a/n: as i have said before, it's always loving matthew tkachuk hours on this blog. you had to know this was coming eventually. this is also extremely self-indulgent so, there's that. i really don't have anything else to say except: sorry not sorry.

The sound of Matthew’s keys clattering onto the small entrance table – the one that you convinced him to buy a few months earlier – echoes though the house. But you barely have time to register the noise before Matthew’s hands reattach themselves to your hips as he continues to use his body to push you into the house.

Desperate to get you alone.

This was the inevitable conclusion to your night out. It was New Year’s Eve – well now, New Year’s Day – and Matt loved to cap off any celebration by having you tangled in his sheets. Not that you minded. So, him almost speeding home from the downtown bar where you were celebrating with his teammates, his hand on your thigh, wasn’t unexpected. Especially after that kiss he pressed against your lips when the clock struck twelve.

But the way he is practically dragging you up the stairs, his hands never letting go of you; how he pulls you into his bedroom, his own desperation melding with yours… there was more than regular desire fueling his actions. And when he spins to kiss you again, your own head spins with it.

“Congratulations, baby,” comes his delicate whisper, his lips brushing yours.

There it was: the answer to his intensity. Tonight was no longer a celebration of the brand-new year, filled with possibilities, stretching out in front of the two of you. This was a celebration of you. You had graduated. Diploma sent and a new degree to your name. That was the contents of the official school email you opened earlier at the party, bouncing with excitement at the reality that all of your hard work paid off. You told Matthew immediately and his pride for you immediately turned into him announcing your success to the others which turned into a cheer and a toast in your direction.

Which apparently morphed into a heightened level of passion for Matthew.

You sigh, leaning your head back as his lips trail down to your neck and soon to the sharp angles of your collarbones, peeking out from underneath the straps of your dress. Your fingers tangle into his cropped curls as he sucks a hickey into your skin, marking you as his, something you never disputed. His lips eventually trail back up towards your own.

“Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to date such a beautiful, amazing, insanely smart girl like you,” he says, punctuating each adjective with a peck against your lips.

“Can’t believe I’m dating such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful person like you,” you reply, echoing his statement and actions, loving the feeling of his lips curling up in a smile at your words.

“Hush,” he playfully silences you, using his body to walk you back deeper into the room. Soon, you feel the edge of the mattress against the back of your knees. Matthew guides you to sit down, pressing one final kiss against your lips before raising himself to his full height. Instinctually, your hands fly up to his belt, ready to undo the buckle. But before your fingertips could even graze the cold metal, Matt catches your wrists, halting your movements.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Tonight’s all about you.”

Your breath catches in your throat twice: first, at the way he gazes down at you with such admiration and love and then at the sight of him dropping to his knees in front of you. He guides your hands to your sides before letting them go, his own hands free to glide against the smooth skin of your upper thighs. His gentle touches continue, every brush against your skin igniting the fire that burned in your lower stomach.

You can only watch him as he lifts one of your legs, placing your foot against his chest before his hands move to the straps of your high heel. He deftly undoes the ties from around your ankle before pulling the shoe off of your foot, placing a delicate kiss against your shin before reaching down and repeating the same sequence with your other leg.

It feels like reverence, like a kind of worship.

The gentle press of Matthew’s hands guides your legs open and a smirk tugs at your lips when you see his eyes darken at the sight of your bare core exposed to him.

“No panties tonight?”

“Figured you’d be between my thighs at some point. Didn’t want you ruining another pair,” you quip, that teasing energy that was a bedrock in your relationship flowing easily. Matthew shares your grin, lifting one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder.

“So confident,” he murmurs, his lips returning to your skin, tracing a slow deliberate path up your leg.

“Wonder where I get that from?”

This time, Matthew doesn’t respond to your jab, choosing to continue to kiss his way up your leg, his lips pressing against your calf… knee… inner thigh… so close to the place you wanted him most. But before he reaches the inevitable destination, he switches over to your other leg, repeating the same tortuous process. Your head falls back, your hips rolling towards him, in desperation or encouragement, you weren’t entirely sure. Whatever the reason, Matthew does not fall for it, still moving at a snail’s pace.

The whine that rips from your chest is involuntary as he disappears completely, lifting himself off the floor and capturing your lips in another needy kiss, before he pulls away.

“Lay back, sweetheart.”

Your response to his gentle demand is silent yet immediate as you push yourself further onto the bed, moving your body up until your back hits the mound of pillows resting against the headboard. Your eyes find Matthew still standing at the foot of the bed, his own blue eyes drinking you in. You let your thighs fall open and the groan that rumbles from Matthew’s chest is surely in response to the sight of your arousal glistening in the low lamplight of the bedroom.

Matthew doesn’t hesitate a moment longer, climbing onto the bed before taking a hold of one of your legs. He throws the limb over his shoulder and you think – and hope – that he isn’t going to tease you anymore. But you should’ve known better. Being a pest was just in his nature; a nature that came out as his lips brush against your skin, retracing the path he previously charted.

However, this time he doesn’t jump to the opposite side. Instead, he lifts your other leg so both are now perched on top of his broad shoulders. That devilish smirk graces his lips before he finally – finally – leans in and presses his tongue flat against your cunt. Your moan reverberates around the bedroom as Matthew moves against your core, his tongue stroking against your folds before trailing upwards to flick your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. Your hips move of their own volition, bucking against him as he continues his movements, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your pussy with every motion of his skilled tongue.

“Fuck, Matthew, feels so good,” you whine, your voice high and tight in your throat. His only response is a moan of his own, the vibrations against your core causing your desperation to rachet even higher. You can feel his hands on your hips, encouraging your movements as he continues to devour you.

His hands fall lower, gripping the back of your thighs and you gasp as – in a move that you were too strung out to comprehend – he flips both of you, his back pressed against the sheets and your knees now digging into the mattress on either side of his head.

The sharp inhale from the sudden display of strength turns into a softer exhale as you realize exactly what Matthew is proposing. Your eyes connect to his as he looks up at you from between your thighs, and you know the question that you see in his irises reflects the same in your own.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” Matthew whispers, pressing another soft kiss into the skin of your inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t be begging if I wasn’t.”

Another trill runs down your spine, the eagerness he displayed making you feel insanely attractive – even more so than he usually made you feel. You slowly sink down, Matthew meeting you halfway, reattaching his mouth to your core. A whimper falls from your lips as your hand shoots down to tangle in his hair once more.

The whines and moans never cease as Matthew’s lips and tongue dance around your folds, exploring every crevice, greedily lapping the fresh waves of desire that flow from you. His hands stroke against your thighs before lifting, pushing your dress further up your body before grabbing your hips. You feel the press of his grasp, encouraging you to move, a request that you give into easily, rolling your body against him.

His own moans sound and the sensation causes your hips to buck, the hand that wasn’t tangled in your curls shooting out to grasp the headboard in front of you. Matthew continues to eat you out like you were his favorite dessert or his last meal on earth and when his lips move upwards to wrap around your sensitive clit, you can’t stop the cascade of curses that fall.

“Fuck, Matty, right there,” you whine, practically grinding on his face.

Matthew listens, repeating the motion and every move of his tongue pulls your orgasm closer and closer. It isn’t long until his ministrations push you over that edge, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your body stills, head falling forward as you feel your thighs tremble with the effort of holding you up, the aftershocks still running through you.

Matthew doesn’t stop until you are pushing him back, his head dropping onto the pillows. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering open to connect with his. Another moan threatens to escape when you see his tongue flick out to lick his lips clean.

You don’t waste any time scooting down the length of his body in order to crash your lips against his. His hands tangle into your hair, pulling you closer, the kisses you exchange just as desperate as they ever were.

You never wanted to let him go and he makes it clear that he felt the same way.

Eventually, the kisses slow until Matthew is pulling away, brushing the now damp strands of hair out of your face.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing another – much softer kiss – against your lips. “My smart, sexy graduate.”

“Are you going to give me a present? A reward for my new degree?” you quip, a grin breaking out on your face; one that is quickly mirrored by Matthew.

“That wasn’t enough?”

A light giggle escapes as you lift your body upright, straddling him as you flip your hair back, pretending to think about his question.

“That was really, really, good. But,” you start to reply, moving to grind against Matthew’s lap, his head falling back as he feels your soaked cunt rub against his length, straining against the denim of his jeans. “I was thinking of something else.”

“Greedy,” he chirps but his own words are shaky as you continue your movements against him, his hands returning to your hips. “Fuck, babe. How do you want it?”

You don’t respond right away, instead choosing to lean down and kiss him again, before giving him the answer that you had decided well before he asked – a decision you made in that downtown bar when he kissed you at midnight.

“From behind,” you whisper against his lips before lifting yourself upright once more. That cocky expression dances across Matthew’s face as he appraises you, his eyebrow raising in question.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” he questions, his hands dropping to delicately trace his fingertips against your legs, causing the muscles to tremble in response to the sensation. Matthew reads your body’s involuntary reaction, shooting another look in your direction.

You bite your lip, your head nodding frantically in an effort to show how much you needed him. Another gasp rips from your throat as Matthew lifts his torso off the bed to press against you.

“Such a desperate thing. Fucking needy for me, aren’t you? My beautiful girl,” he murmurs before capturing your lips in another frenzied kiss.

The kisses deepen, each of you exploring the other’s mouth. You feel Matthew’s hands lift to undo the zipper on your back and your own hands fall to tug at the soft material of his sweater. You both break apart, pulling the offending material over each other’s head and exposing his and your warm skin.

You hear Matthew quietly curse at the sight of your bare chest, his hand splayed on your back as he pulls you closer, his lips landing on your collarbone before trailing down to your breasts. A moan falls as he teases your nipples with his mouth and your hands shoot down to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the belt before tearing the leather away. Your hands return to unbutton and unzip the denim enough for you to slip your hand underneath the material. Your warm palm presses against his cock, stroking him slowly, Matthew uttering another curse against your skin.

It isn’t long until Matthew maneuvers the two of you to stand at the foot of the bed, kisses never ceasing. Your hands make quick work of the remaining clothes hanging from Matthew’s frame, pushing his jeans and underwear down onto the carpet. He kisses you once more as he kicks the clothes to the side before he breaks away.

“All fours, baby.”

The demand was one that you are all too eager to follow. You climb back onto the mattress, arching your spine towards him in a silent plea. You sigh in relief as you feel the mattress sink underneath the weight of Matthew climbing up behind you. It quickly turns to a moan as you feel him stroke the tip of his dick over your folds, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“Pretty pussy is so wet for me,” he mutters, more so to himself than to you but you find yourself nodding in agreement as you jut your hips back, hoping he would soon press himself into you. His strong grip halts your movements, a chuckle rumbling from his chest at your desperation.

“Please, Matty. Don’t make me beg.”

Matthew leans over you, his lips pressing gently into your spine, a strong juxtaposition to the feeling of his length rubbing against your folds, sliding against your clit. The sensation makes your cunt clench, more of your arousal dripping out and coating the smooth skin of his shaft.

“But you’re so gorgeous when you beg.”

“And here I was thinking you were treating me,” you huff, not in maliciousness but just pure lust.

Matthew must have taken your retort as a challenge because before you can get another word out, he thrusts himself into your core with a force that steals the remaining breath from your lungs.

“Want to repeat that, sweetheart?” he questions and you shake your head as he continues to rock into you, the only sounds able to escape your throat are soft moans.

Your sounds fuel him on, his hands tightening around your hips as he pulls you in to meet his thrusts, the lewd sounds of him slapping against you filling the bedroom. His eyes are glued to where the two of you connect, watching as your cunt greedily swallows all of him.

“Look so fucking perfect like this.”

His praise warms you from the inside out and spurs you on even more. You take control of the motions, fucking yourself back onto him, the moans that fall from his lips encouraging you to continue. His hands move from your hips to trace up the curves of your body before dancing across your shoulder blades and back down your spine. The contrast between his forceful thrusts and the ways his fingertips dance across your skin drives you insane, the absolute need for him reaching another level. Matthew’s hands continue to stroke your body, his arm dipping beneath you. Suddenly, he pulls your body upright so your back ends up pressed against his chest.

“So beautiful,” he whispers into your hair, his hips never ceasing their motions. The new angle of your body allows the tip of Matthew’s cock to brush against that delicious spot inside you, the feeling forcing your hand to fly back to the nape of his neck to steady yourself, your head falling against his shoulder.

Matthew takes the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, marking you again as his strong arms stay wrapped around your torso, holding you steady as your legs start to tremble. You feel his hand stretch against the soft skin of your lower stomach before it sinks low enough to dip between your folds, his calloused fingertips connecting to your clit.

“Oh God, fuck, Matty,” you whine as his hand rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

His encouragement allows you to let go, the moans falling freely as he continues to play with your clit, his thrusts hitting deeper than you ever felt before, pushing you closer and closer to that precipice.

“Come on, sweetheart. Want to feel that perfect cunt tighten around me when you cum.”

You don’t need any more incentive, your orgasm rocketing through you, your entire body shaking as you succumbed to the waves of pleasure radiating from your lower stomach out to the tips of your limbs. You hear Matthew mutter a curse against your neck, his teeth digging into your skin as he thrusts into you a final time before his own peak hits him, the sensation of your orgasm pushing him to completion.

Your body feels lax as you lean against Matthew, his arms still holding you close as both of you come down, your mixed staccato breathing slowing to satisfied sighs. Matthew moves first, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple before delicately removing himself from your core. His hands adjust your body until you are laying against the sheets, tired and spent. Matt gently throws a blanket over you, the sweat starting to cool on your skin, pressing another kiss onto your forehead before leaving the room.

Your gaze stays glued to the doorway, although it is a fight to keep your eyes open, eyelids heavy with fatigue. Thankfully, it isn’t long until Matthew comes waltzing back into the room, a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, a washcloth and a bottle of Gatorade in each hand.

You can’t stop the giggle that escapes as he hands you the drink, lifting your tired body up to rest against the pillows before taking a sip. Matthew sits on the mattress, facing you as he lifts the damp washcloth to brush away the dried sweat from your hairline, your neck, your chest, before dipping between your thighs to wipe away the sticky residue of your combined release from your soft skin. You let him take care of you, accepting his hand as he helps lift you from the bed and leads you to the bathroom.

He leaves you with a kiss, letting you complete your bedtime routine. And when you leave the master bathroom, you see Matthew finish placing a new set of bedsheets on the mattress. He sees you standing in the doorway, a smile appearing on his face as you walk over and climb into bed. Matthew quickly follows, sneaking underneath the blankets, his arms reaching out to you and pulling you close.

The two of you lay there for a moment in silence, taking in the sound of the other’s breathing and the warmth of each other’s embrace, before Matthew speaks.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, his eyes connecting to yours through the darkness. “For everything you’ve accomplished. You’re amazing.”

You lean forward, pressing another kiss into his lips – a kiss that he immediately deepens, your limbs tangling together until it was hard to tell where one of you ended and the other began. Eventually, you pull away, ducking your head to curl up against Matthew’s chest. The grips of sleep almost take you immediately, but you stay awake long enough to reply.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The last think you register is the vibration of a chuckle emanating from Matthew at your playful chirp and the feeling of his lips burying themselves in your hair before sleep finally overtakes you.

tagging one of my fav matty lovers, @tkachvkmatthew

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thenickgirl · 2 months

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NSFW Alphabet: Nick Edition

bf!nick x male!reader

disclaimer: i did not come up with this idea, all credit to owner. this is all fictional and based on my own conclusions.

warnings: not proofread. all nsfw. mentions of slapping, choking, degradation, and spitting. sub and dom nick.

I believe Nick is a switch, so i’m gonna answer these accordingly.

A: Aftercare, how are they like after sex?

✩ will help clean you up, maybe even shower together. will get you water or snacks if you need them, lots of cuddles, soft kisses, and praises.

B: Body part, what's their favorite body part?

✩ his favorite body part on himself is definitely his arms, he loves his tattoos; his favorite part of your body is your hands, he loves having them all over him.

C: Cum, anything to do with cum

✩ no cum shots whatsoever. will swallow it, but doesn’t want it on him; however, if he cums and you lick it off of him he might cum again cause he thinks it’s fucking hot.

D: Dirty secrets/Dirty talk, self explanatory.

✩ a literal slut for dirty talk! he gets so turned on by it, and also love doing it.

E: Experience, how experienced are they?

✩ not very experienced, but knows enough.

F: Favorite position.

✩ doggy for sure, his back arch is better than st. louis! cowgirl or reverse cowgirl are also top contenders. when he tops he loves doggy as well, and missionary, specifically when your legs on his shoulders.

G: Goofy, how goofy are they?

✩ not really, he’s more serious during intimate moments.

H: Hair, are they well groomed?

✩ doesn’t really care too much about it, but will keep it trimmed.

I: Intimacy, are they intimate during sex?

✩ very, loves taking his time with you. there’s lots of eye contact, and passionate kisses.

J: Jack off (masturbation) How much do they do it?

✩ not often, but if you’re away and he can’t fight off the urge, he’ll do it in the shower.

K: Kinks, what are their kinks?

✩ he has a few:

- degrading kink, whether he tops or bottoms, he loves to degrade and be degraded. “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you?” “you love having that dirty mouth of yours full of my cock, don’t you?”

- praise kink when he tops, loves to hear how good he’s making you feel. “you’re fucking me so good mm, can feel you so deep”. he’ll make you talk to him while he’s ball deep because he loves to watch you struggle to speak. “you like that, baby? hm? talk to me”. he also loves to be praised when he bottoms, “you’re taking me so well, baby” “you’re such a good boy for me”.

- he loves overstimulation as a top and a bottom. “c’mon pretty boy, i know you can give me one more”.

- he’s also more rough when he tops, might enjoy light slapping, some choking, or even spitting in your mouth.

L: Location, where is his favorite place to have sex.

✩ somewhere private always, not in to public sex at all, might be willing do it the shower with some convincing. or a bathroom stall if it’s a single room and the door is locked.

M: Motivation, what turns them on?

✩ dirty talk, any sensual touches or caressing his body, kissing.

N: No, what they won't do

✩ no public sex, no piss kinks, no cum shots, no filming.

O: Oral, do they enjoy giving or getting?

✩ he loves giving head, he loves the power. he loves how he make you squirm and shake with just his mouth. when receiving he’s a complete mess and loves it when you decide to take it further and eat his ass.

P: Pace, slow or fast?

✩ it really all depends on the mood.

Q: Quickie, how does he feel about them?

✩ not a fan, but isn’t opposed to it. only if it’s somewhere where no one is bound see or catch you.

R: Risk, does he take risks during sex?

✩ not really, but if there’s something you’re wanting to try he’s up for it.

S: Stamina, how long can they go?

✩ 1-2 rounds when he subs, 3 or more when he tops.

T: Toys, do they enjoy using toys

✩ doesn’t own any, never really thought about using them, but is open to trying them.

U: Unfair, how much do they tease?

✩ A LOT, the #1 teaser. will leave open mouth kisses all over your body, so close to where you want him most and then pull away smirking causing you to whine “what? is there something you want, pretty? tell me”.

V: Volume, are they vocal during sex?

✩ yes, especially when he subs, lots of gasps, whining, whimpering, and breathy moans. when he tops not so much, just groans and loads of dirty degrading talk.

X: X-ray, what going on down there?

✩ it’s big, for sure. at least 8 inches and thick.

Y: Yearning, how high is his sex drive?

✩ not high at all, but it doesn’t take much from you to get him all riled up.

Z: Zzz, does he fall asleep quickly after?

✩ when he’s bottoming yes, he falls asleep soon after you cleaned up. when he tops, he’s still so keyed up it takes him a little while to fall asleep.

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bluetimeombre · 7 months

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How would Snow be like as a boyfriend:

be so fr, he's possessive and gaslights and lies and will manipulate to the high heavens,

he wants you only for himself (say no more) but it gets borderline crazy when he thinks only he can look at you and if there was another set of eyes on you, boy is feral,

he's not jumping to conclusions, he's leaping for the Olympics,

imagine in the capitol university and you're walking together in the halls or something, arm in arm and he sees a boy's gaze lingering on you. this man's arm TIGHTENS around your waist and his head would follow the boy, sending him death glares all the way down the hall,

he promised never to fall in love again after lucy grey, but this man craves love and to be adored,

because he doesn't want to love, he'd never show that he did love you. but he would show everyone that you were his and he was yours, an arm around your waist, arms linked, passionate kisses before and after classes just because he knows he can, absolutely,

and because you belong to each other, he'd never cheat. he's way to respectable for that,

he would only go after someone of high standard and never allow you to know he was once 'dirt poor',

he wouldn't be one to give you flowers (even if his grandmam can literally grow an entire garden of them) but he would 100% buy you pretty things to wear:

'here's this dress, made by the finest designer in the capitol. wear it tonight'

'a gold necklace worth some people's rent, never take it off'

he'd probably keep you away from everyone, like tigris and dr gual because they would show two different sides to him. a boy or a victor and he wants you to think whatever you want about him (but preferably don't think of him as a monster and contemplate leaving him)

speaking about leaving, he would never allow you to break up with him,

but he wouldn't break up with you,

like i said, he doesn't want to fall in love, so if he breaks his own rules for you then best believe you're in that for life,

you have an argument and want to walk out on him? think again. he's sitting you down and telling you why you'll never be rid of him,

and argument wise, he's above arguing, he'll show you he's always right and why,

but if you must insist on arguing he will, but he'll gaslight you,

and if you're ever hurt or upset about something serious, he will sort it out. i'm talking killing a man for hurting you or wiping out an entire system because it upsets you,

you're his and it is his responsibility to look after you and make sure you're ok,

(p.s. he totally whimpers)

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coryo snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus imagines

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theglitterypages · 1 year

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BNHA Headcanons: What kind of person they would fall in to and how they'd fall in love.

Bakugo Katsuki

• We all know how aggressive this boy is. But Bakugo's aggressiveness is only because he wants everyone around him to give the same efforts he gives toward everything.

• IMO, Katsuki would fall in love to someone as passionate as him. You don't have to be in a hero course, once this man meets a girl who's as passionate as him, he'll be interested.

• He'll be interested to someone passionate in everything she does but this man will fall so deeply when a girl shuts him down and calls him out for his jerky behavior.

• In conclusion, this guy would fall in love to someone who can call him out the way his Mom does. You could be as aggressive as him when you call him out or you could be so gentle that he'll find himself zip his own mouth once you scold him.

• It's something not everyone has the guts to do. Some just knew him for too long that they don't make any efforts to call him out because that's just Bakugo Katsuki to them.

• He will be annoyed at you at first, thinking that you don't have the rights to call out his behavior but as time passes by, you calling him out will be the part he always look forward to everyday.

• He will be in denial. He'll think it's just a phase, that it'll pass, that he's just amused of you and your antics but once he saw somebody else tried to make a move on you? Boy he'll risk everything.

• He won't drop the rough persona even when he acknowledges his feelings. Instead, he'll win you with his sincerity: when you're obviously having a bad day, he'll silently hand you a chocolate that you love. When he noticed you haven't eaten lunch, he'll have some delivered, and sometimes he packs up a lunch for you, would give it to you with a post it note pasted onto it with a note "Eat it."

• Of course, you'll confront him about the little things that he does once it starts making your heart flutter, you're scared to get used to it, scared that you'll fall for him and he won't be there to catch you.

• Once you confront him about it, he'll have troubles whether he'll kiss you or knock you lightly in the head. He's doing it because he likes you! Why can't you take the hint?

• He was preparing a confession for you but he'll just end up blurting out that he likes you coz you'll keep on saying that you don't know his agenda why he keeps on doing the things that he does.

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"Look, Katsuki. I'm thankful for everything that you do. But I don't understand whatever it is. So maybe you should just stop—"

"I like you, dumbass why can't you understand that?"

You'll freeze right then and there. Girl, you'll be staring at those ruby eyes with your knees shaking because of the sudden confession. "What?" It was all you could say. You couldn't believe what you just heard. Like you think that there's no way that this man just confessed his feelings for you.

Katsuki will be so frustrated. Sure, people will think he's unlikely to fall in love but he did fall in love and he didn't like that you're not acknowledging it.

"Look, I'm new to this as well. But I'm serious, I like you and if we're on the same boat. We could just try and see where this will lead us."

You like him as well. You hated him at first but you get to know the man underneath his rough and explosive persona. You've seen him risk his own life for others, the way a pained look will paint all over his face when he overhears people not liking him much.

There's a heart hidden underneath those layers of tough guy act and you fell in love with him because of that.

"What now? I said I like you. If you don't like me I won't bother you aga—"

"No! I like you too..." Your voice slowly quiet down, being a little shy to confess your own feelings and a smile made its way across Katsuki's lips.

Even though he was hesistant he slowly reached out to you and pull you gently against his chest. "I won't mind if you'll want to take it slow..." He whispered and you wrapped your arms around him with a smile as you bury your face in his chest to hide your red cheeks.

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 22 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 23

Summary : A certain vivid dream drives Loki towards a conclusion.

Warning: 18+,soft smut, dirty talking, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft precious bean loki, sub loki

You had made your way back to the front porch after eavesdropping on the conversation Loki had with your mother. He stepped out the front door and he noticed the look on your face so he smiled, walked towards you, cupped your cheeks to kiss your forehead and then he kissed you on the lips softly. As soon as you were in your hotel room you jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.

Yeah your man standing up for you like that was sexy as hell.

He laid you down on the bed and you just wanted to go crazy on him like an animal in heat, your mouth latched onto his shoulder blades as you sucked and nipped on the skin a little before you sighed and put your head back down on the bed.

"I have been so angry these past few years lo" you mumbled so he focused his attention on your face instead of your bare bosom that was distracting him in all the best ways.

"You have been angry love?"

"Mmmhmmm Just .. utterly sad and sooo goddamed angry. I used to go by my days knowing that I'd never find anyone i would actually want to be with, let alone someone like you..i mean you're wayyyy out of my league" your eyes were teary but you chuckled still, you felt his cock rubbing over your clit and it made you moan in response, your emotions had gotten into an overdrive but you loved it, you loved feeling this way, for the first time in your adult life you were actually feeling genuine happiness.

"That is just not true my love, it is me who is not worthy of you" he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers so you shook your head.

"Shhhh..Don't say that..you don't even know your own worth, i know you love me my sweet baby but you don't have to say that, never in my wildest I could have imagined that a man who looks like you and a god who possesses such otherworldly powers would give me even a second glance but here you are loving me, adoring me, fighting for me.." you gasped as you felt the tip of his cock sliding inside slowly "Making me feel as if I'm the only woman you'd ever want to be with…it feels surreal and it feels good to be treated the way I have always wanted to be treated" he placed his forearms next to your head, trapping you underneath his body and his thumbs wiped your tears, you still had a smile on your face so he kissed you softly before he spoke.

"You are my only woman my darling, you're my best friend and you're the only person I see whenever I close my eyes and envision the future that is ahead of us, my only fear is that you will not be there with me and I would go to any length to prevent that from happening. I know you always worry that I never would have glanced your way if we hadn't met under such circumstances but perhaps you are wrong. Even if we hadn't met the way we did, i just know I would have found you anywhere anytime, even with several unknown faces all around my heart would have brought me to you and you to me. That is something I truly believe" you caressed his scalp with your fingers softly as his sweet words filled your heart with so much of love that you didn't even know how to contain them.

"Godd I'm just always worried that someday you won't feel the same way about me" your lips trembled as you spoke so he kissed you again.

"I know and I fear the same but as I have said before, you are my truest friend in the whole nine realms, you gave me the love and acceptance I never had before and i will never not be crazily in love with the woman who makes me want to become a better man for her"

You kissed him tenderly and wrapped your legs around his waist, he moaned as your hips rolled forward and his cock stilled deep inside your warmth.

"Mmm I love you lo and I love having sex with you, I guess that's one of the reasons why I don't feel angry any more" you mumbled to lighten up the mood and it made him chuckle but then his face turned serious, definitely not in a bad way though. Not at all.

"Yeah you love being taken by me this way everyday..don't you?" He whispered, his voice deep and shallow in your ears, you could listen to him talk to you like this forever.

"Mmmhmmm yesss everyday, every moment I want you Loki, godd yess" he moaned as he picked up the pace, your hands caressed the skin of his back before you lowered them down and cupped his ass to give them a soft squeeze, sculpted muscles flexing and relaxing with every harsh thrust. As both of your orgasms crashed together he collapsed next to you to catch his breath but as usual he was the first one to recover so he took care of you in the best possible way and you felt so tired that you didn't even remember when you had fallen asleep.

"Where in the name of hel are we?" Loki sighed as he looked around, it seemed like a carnival but he couldn't have been sure. It's been years since he had entered this realm. He knew this was a bad idea but he and Thor had made a wager along with the warriors three and they had to fulfill the conditions.

"Seems like a celebration" Thor chuckled, Loki looked around and they were surrounded by hundreds of people. There were rides at the fair and kids were playing, he also basked in the beauty midgardian women had to offer and that's exactly why they were there.

"Alright brother, we shall meet the next morning at the same place, good luck on your quest, wish me the same, though I do not care for the luck, all of you will be defeated" Thor mumbled arrogantly so Loki rolled his eyes and gave his brother a pat on the back.

This was a bad idea, the wager was to sleep with as many midgardian women as all of them could in one night and they also needed to bring a souvenir of sorts from each of their conquests. He looked around and his eyes met with plenty of young looking midgardian women, one of the conditions also imposed that they weren't to reveal their names or anything about themselves to any of these women. Contradictory to popular belief Loki did detest lying but he had a reputation to maintain here.

He saw Thor leaving with not one but two willing sexual partners at the same time and he knew he had to pick up his game. He looked around again and that's when his gaze fell upon a beautiful woman and he didn't understand why he wasn't able to take his eyes off her. She had a blue shirt on with a black trousers, the simplest garment but still he felt drawn towards her aura like a moth to a flame..

"Okay now, you see that guy over there?" You looked at the man in a blue suit near the cotton candy stall, he was a good 20 feet away from you. He was also devastatingly handsome. You always had a hard time finding guys attractive in real life but this one seemed as if he was a prince charming from a Disney movie or something. Long raven hair, angelic face, and he was taller than a tower, In twenty five years of your life you had only ever seen men like him on tv until this moment. He looked like a Greek god.

"What do you want me to do Chelsea?" you asked her, contempt evident in your voice, your mother had just started to date this new man David after the divorce and you wanted to be happy for her and you wanted her to move on but hanging out with his daughters and their vapid friends wasn't your idea of fun.

"Well you lost the bet so now you have to go kiss him.. handsome isn't he?" Courtney giggled and you rolled your eyes. You denied the challenge but then they started to shame you so you had to save face somehow, you reluctantly agreed and took a deep breath as you walked towards him. Why the hell would one wear a business suit to a fair you wondered. Must be a tourist.

However the closer you got to him the more unreal he looked, he was the sexiest man on the face of the earth and he smelled so good that you just wanted to hug him as tightly as you could. Maybe kissing him didn't seem so bad now but you knew he was going to take offense and humiliate you for even thinking about that. Guys who looked like that didn't go for girls like you.

"Ummmm hiii" you said nervously as you expected him to just walk away but he turned to you and smiled instead "Are you alone here?" You asked him so he looked at the group of people that were watching the scene unfold from a distance, waiting for a disaster to happen. He saw four girls and there were two men as well, he figured you weren't courting any of them. He really wished you weren't with any of them.

"That depends on why you are enquiring darling" the way the endearing term slipped out of his mouth had almost made you moan. You sighed and took a deep breath and he found your nervousness extremely adorable. He had heard your conversation with your friends already, he knew why you wanted to talk to him, sharp hearing, he never understood why his senses were so strong but they always helped him best Thor in certain situations so he never really complained.

"Okay look umm you can just deny, as you should and will, but I lost a stupid bet and those people there want me to kiss you so we are not going to do that obviously but just humor me here for a second and I'll go away in a minute" he smiled as you blabbed unnecessarily.

He walked closer to you and your breath hitched suddenly, his scent intoxicated you and you felt completely drawn towards him for some reason.

"Are you certain you don't want me to kiss you darling?" He smirked as he placed his hands inside the pocket of his pants, he had seen a bunch of midgardian men around doing it and he was hoping he wasn't looking like a buffoon doing the same.

"I don't think anyone should be kissing strangers" you crossed your arms as you said that.

"That i respect" he chuckled so you smiled.

"Just a quick peck maybe..just so I can show my face to them" he smiled again, his hypnotic eyes made you want to do sinful things with him ,you had never felt such a scorching heat with a man of the opposite sex before. You didn't think it existed.

He walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks, you gasped at the touch, his skin felt soft. So soft and velvety.

He leaned into you and tilted his head, you closed your eyes as you expected him to kiss you, a stranger was going to kiss you. You didn't even know his name..but to your surprise instead of feeling his lips on yours you felt them on your forehead instead and then he kissed the corner of your mouth. However to the people watching you two it seemed as if he was kissing you properly.

"This is not how we shall have our first kiss so I'm not going to do that. But do not fret little one you're no longer in trouble" he mumbled softly before he placed a kiss on your cheek and pulled away. You were in trance, your skin still tingling because of his touch. God you just met the hottest man alive and you already felt sad that you'd probably never see him again..

You thanked him for his generous help, he got a cotton candy made for you before you went back to the group, however you kept bumping into him at the fair every few minutes so you asked him if he wanted to go on a ride with you and to your surprise he agreed immediately.

"Sorry I don't think I asked for your name" you chuckled and he smiled

"What is your name darling?" At first you wanted to lie but something about him made you want to trust him.

"Y/n"

"Y/n, precious y/n" your face flushed as he said that. He wasn't even trying, he didn't have to try to make you feel that way. He told you about the bet and how he was competing against his brother, he didn't want to forge the foundation of this whole relationship with lies and to his amazement you found his honesty endearing.

"I am Loki" you looked at him perplexed as he said that. Sure you had heard of the Norse God Loki but you had never met anyone named Loki before. He didn't reveal to you just yet that he was from Asgard, of course you'd think of him a lunatic, but he figured he'd do it one day when you're ready for it.

He broke several rules that night and of course he lost the bet because he spent the night just getting to know you better and he knew Thor and his friends will give him a hard time but he didn't really care, by the sunrise he knew you weren't someone he wanted to let go of so a precious friendship began between you two.

"Keep this, a souvenir, at least they'll know that you got one girl you know" he chuckled as you gave him one of the earrings you were wearing "Will I see you again or you're just going to disappear?" You asked him and you noticed the tear in his eyes. He brought the back of your hand to his lips and pressed a formal kiss.

"You shall see me soon, i promise I won't disappoint you my lady"

You woke up with your heart running a miles per second, a vivid dream again that made no sense, well it kind of did because it happened but ofcourse not the way you had just seen in your dream. Your eyes fell upon Loki who was up already and he seemed a little pale as well .

"Bad dream?" You asked him as you worried that he was having a nightmare again.

"It wasn't bad per say but–" before he could speak further your phone started to ring so you picked it up, it was your mom, she had told you that she had sent her sister and your cousins away, but David and his daughters were still there for dinner. Loki was worried about the rest of the family members finding out about him so he had suggested before leaving he'd enchant them and erase the memory about this whole ordeal and only your mother will remember him.

You told your mom the same and much to your delight she seemed to agree. You looked at the time and you both had to get ready so you decided to tell him about the dream you had later.

As you reached your mom's house, this time she greeted him with a smile, you helped her set the table while Loki was accompanied by David and your stepsisters from hell.

"Are you in love with him?" You sighed as she questioned you.

"Yes I am. And I know you want to know whether he would marry me or not but trust me mom it's not something we have discussed yet okay?"

"I just worry about you y/n and this– have you ever thought what will happen to you if he leaves? Do you think you'll survive that? I hardly survived the divorce and I wasn't even in love with your father for as long as I could remember " your eyes teared up as she said that so you walked towards her and hugged her tightly.

"I know you worry, I know you do but I love him and I have never ever had anyone love me the way he does and the future is in the future, I don't want to make all our decisions today, i just need you to stop worrying about me dying alone now okay?"

She sighed as she hugged you warmly, it was going to take some getting used to but you knew she only wanted the best for you. After that conversation you both went back to the living room and the dinner went well. Courtney and Chelsea tried to ruin your happiness by sharing embarrassing stories about you but this time your mother shut them down.

Loki was happy that your mother had bestowed this opportunity upon him and he promised her that he won't let her down, he was hoping his mother would come around as well but it didn't really matter. After dessert your mom brought out several photo albums and you noticed how giddy he was as he went through your childhood pictures.

"Ohhhh remember this day, y/n made a complete fool of herself" you rolled your eyes as the sisters shared a laugh. You looked at the picture and grimaced internally. It was taken at a fair five years ago. Weirdly enough you saw yourself living the same day with few details changed in your dreams today but you chalked it up to your subconscious mind doing its thing.

Loki grabbed the album and his eyes widened as he looked at the picture. It was you with your step sisters and those other people he had seen in the dream today. Blue shirt and black trouser, the hair on his neck stood up as he traced his fingers over your face in the picture.

"You know it really is not funny, the fact that you married the guy you had sent me to kiss over a bet, not funny" you grumbled at Chelsea and she smirked at you.

"Well yeah, it was funny, he got so offended by your audacity and I saved your ass that day by calming him down, he was so smitten by me, love at the first sight" Chelsea cackled and Courtney joined her. You looked at Loki as you felt a little embarrassed that he was going to find out about this incident in such a way but his eyes remained fixated on the picture.

"What's wrong?" You whispered in his ears so he snapped out of his thoughts and leaned into you on the couch to kiss you softly.

"You were here?" He asked you as he pointed towards the photo.

"Yeah..that was one of the most humiliating moments of my life" he gulped as you said that.

The bet, he remembered the bet he had on with Thor and the warrior three five years ago, around the same day, but their plans had ruined because Vanaheim had imposed a war on Asgard so they both had to leave, the political scrooge was settled when king of Vanaheim Munor came with the proposal that his youngest daughter shall get wedded to one of the princes. And Odin chose Loki for that, for once Loki felt chosen and he accepted the proposal without giving it a thought, he had no hope of finding true love but he would have met you if he had come here that day.

The dream wasn't a dream, it was an alternate reality.

It was his past, both of your pasts. He would have met you five years ago if things had been perfect. And that's when he realized that these dreams were no coincidences, they were a reflection of his past and the future, several outcomes from several different realities. Realities that diverted and changed because of one moment of uncertainty.

"It's so weird I had a dream when we napped this afternoon that instead of Shawn it was you that day at the fair..so weirddd" you chuckled as you remembered the dream but then his response made your eyes well up.

"Blue suit, the sweet candy stall, I pretended to kiss you and we spent the night together getting to know each other and becoming friends, didn't we?"

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Note: The dream sequence is from both of their pov because they were both having it at the same time.

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kruegerslov3r · 6 months

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Simon Riley’s Natal Chart

i've really been thinking about what simon's natal chart would look like. (it's important to mark and immediately inform you that i don't know his date of birth. so what follows is purely my suggestion)

so after studying his life history, behavior in the game, manner of speech and other things, i came up with something like this

the sun: scorpio (i think he is november scorpio)

a strong personality. variability, emotions are not stable. ability to fight for a long time. passionate pursuit of life. can be strongly attached to people, and over too passionately express their love, because of which can scare people away. can not always control their impulses and emotions. extremely emotionally tolerate a change in attitude to themselves.

the moon: cancer

strong and profound emotions, the course of life is often determined by subconscious instinctive motives. unpredictability. strongly tied to traditions. the influence of habits is very great. love for children, a strong sense of home.

mercury: scorpio

self-confident, somewhat stubborn, sarcastic, strong, determined, courageous by nature, capable, intelligent, talented, shrewd, cunning, thirsty for knowledge, intellectual development. often has restless friends, relatives or neighbors, loves the opposite sex, likes to seek pleasures, many disappointments. intense peculiar thinking, indifference to the opinion of others. abrupt attitude to the opposite opinion. the mind is able to penetrate deeply into the subject of study. defend their opinion, sometimes too aggressive. do not forget anything. says impressive, can often speak too sharply.

venus: capricorn

patience, restraint in the expression of feelings. all feelings are hidden behind a mask, do not understand love or hate. monitors the appearance. do not stop communication without serious reasons. no conflicts, resentment may not express, keep to themselves. easily comes into contact with older people. very strong attachment to what they consider their. afraid of poor old age. tactful. prefer classic in art, restrained forms and black colors, ascetics by nature. male traits in love, desire to dominate. they may not talk for a long time at resentment.

mars: scorpio

gives a practical nature with the ability to work hard and achieve great results. good administrative, engineering and inventive skills. by nature, firm, confident and strong. from the outside may seem cold or indifferent. there is a willingness to go on risky experiments on yourself. in love owners. often, they show caution to people. can be vindictive and cruel. bring everything to the end.

saturn: capricorn

a good thinker with an unexpected, original and unique character of thinking. as a speaker - ready-made polemic, strong and convinced, summarizes arguments and facts clearly, quickly draws conclusions. he is intelligent, cautious, quick-witted and scholarly. some impulsiveness in behavior and speech, sometimes sharp, stubborn and self-willed.

neptune: capricorn

neptune in capricorn shows the severity or periods of depression, as well as anxiety or distress in family affairs in adolescence, especially in relation to the father. gives interest to psychology, income through art, music, big business, public and private institutions. life sometimes brings chaos.

rising sign: aquarius

the ascending aquarius is impulsive, but they are not in a hurry to declare his feelings. they are self-confident and strive for bright changes. they don't not give in to difficulties because he always finds a way to overcome them.

they’re pretty mature guys who are hard to freak out. intelligent, logical and persistent when it comes to their own interests. they're well versed in painting, art, music and literature. they are practical and solid than attract the same hard-working personalities.

ascendant in virgo - appearance

people with ascendant in virgo are usually well-built. their height is usually above average or tall. in general, it is generally believed that people with ascendant in virgo are the slimmest and tallest among all "earthly" signs.

such people have long arms and thin fingers. body proportions, as well as facial features, are correct. the facial skin is light, not prone to redness.

the shape of the face is usually oval. in some representatives of the virgo ascendant, the face may be slightly elongated. the facial features are often thin, as if delineated. the cheekbones may be emphasised, and the tip of the nose may be pointed downwards

hair color is usually russet, less often brown.

i'd be glad to see your options in the comments.

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hakugreenfinch · 7 months

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Abbacchio's salvation because I can't stop thinking about him

Hi I don't usually write theory/character analysis posts but Abbacchio is the guy ever and I cannot get over how subtle and heavy his character arc is.

I feel like the most widely accepted conclusion is that Abbacchio was saved by Bruno when he took him in and offered him to join his gang and while I do agree that this was an important moment for Abba, I would argue he wasn't "saved" at that time. The thing is, Bruno couldn't save him, nobody could.

The reason Abbacchio became a cop was because he wanted to do what's right, we all know that, and he fell from grace when he decided the world was rotten and nothing he did really mattered, we also know that. I believe that this is the key to his entire arc - "doing what's right". Throughout the canon present timeline, the Abbacchio we see isn't trying very hard to do that. He's loyal to Passione, he's even more loyal to Bruno (because even if not salvation, he does find comfort in him) but he even says so in Pompeii: he doesn't want to think, he wants orders he can carry out without questioning anything. Abbacchio has given up on doing the right thing because he tried and failed and it was his own fault. All he does now is what he's told.

It's actually quite ironic how this indifference is what makes him work so well. He engages in chitchat with Mista sometimes, he clearly has a soft spot for Narancia but he's not necessarily talkative and it's not like he takes the initiative on his own a lot. But, again, how else would the man who once served the very system that ruined everyone around him behave? Society failed Bruno, Fugo, Mista, Narancia, even Giorno and Abbacchio himself is a symbol of everything that enabled these children to end up playing gangster on the streets. (This is why I greatly prefer Fugo's anime backstory but that's an essay for another time.)

Abbacchio doesn't think for himself. Abbacchio just follows orders, he doesn't do favours or anything he doesn't get something out of, he's been let down and doesn't care for "what's right" anymore. That is, until his very last moments in Sardinia.

Abbacchio sees some kids with their ball stuck on a tree and thinks they're loud and annoying but still decides to help them out. Nobody asks him to do it, and he doesn't get anything out of it. For the first time in the series he's doing something selfless just for the sake of being kind, and this costs him his life. And in the end, Abbacchio is saved not because Bruno saved him, not because he helped the gang on the way to defeating the boss. Abbacchio is saved by this tiny act of pure kindness, finding his way back to the righteous road, finally doing the very thing he swore to become a cop for. It wasn't about any greater good or anything grandiose, it was about making the world just a little better without personally getting anything out of it.

In the end, Bruno couldn't save Abbacchio because nobody could save him but himself. His salvation wasn't dependent on saving the world, it was dependent simply on whether he does something that helps him realize he was never too far gone from the right path he left when he accepted his first bribe. His partner wasn't proud of him for seeing Diavolo's face, he was proud because finally Abbacchio was doing what he always wanted to do, something for the people around him in a world that might not care how good his intentions are. Something that proved the world he lived in couldn't really corrupt him, no matter how deep he's fallen.

#leone abbacchio #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #im kissing this man #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure

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Another Morse/Joan ramble [vague spoilers if you're new to Endeavour and don't know how they end]...

There's been quite a bit of chat lately about the parallels between Morse/Thursday and Morse/Joan, and it got me thinking about why exactly the Morse/Joan relationship is compelling to me.

The thing about Morse and Thursday is that they are very different people, but they're also very similar. That's why they fit so well together like two puzzle pieces and can pull each other out of a hole when they need to. They may not always click, but when they do they're an incredible team.

We know Joan takes after Thursday, and this imo allows for a similar magnetism in her dynamic with Morse. The best example of this I can think of is the bank robbery in Coda. Morse and Joan are in sync all the way through - bouncing off each other when Morse is going through clues, protecting each other, and trying to keep everybody calm. Apollo is similar. They have different approaches and engage in some petty bickering, but ultimately have similar aims of making sure the kids are protected and seeking justice. At the end of it you get the sense they respect each other a little more. The more time they spend together, the better their relationship is, but when they distance themselves there's a communication breakdown (sound familiar?).

But the real interest for me, comes in where Joan and her dad are different. For several reasons Joan is much softer around the edges, and her Fred-like traits aren't as entrenched. That in turn allows for a potential healthier relationship with Morse. On Morse's side as well. I'm sure people will disagree with me on this, but I think in the later seasons he doesn't put Joan on such a pedestal because she actually tries to ask for help when she needs it and attempts to express herself honestly. She lets him see her at her lowest and challenges him directly when she's bothered by something he does. I think it gives him a reality check. He talks to her like a friend and isn't afraid to show it when he's annoyed with her compared to earlier on when she could do no wrong in his eyes. I feel like by the end he really did love her.

Whenever they interact in the early seasons, it's like they're in their own little world and could sit talking to each other all day if given the chance. Joan always cheers Morse up and brings out a lighter sensitive side of him we don't usually see. He gives her agency, doesn't pressure her, and is completely loyal to her. Although it takes him a minute to understand her goals, he encourages her once he gets it. They both push each other to open up emotionally. Along with all of this they are blatantly attracted to each other and you can feel it every time they look at each other. There's real sexual tension and that's a weirdly rare thing. What's interesting is that he's so different from every other man in her life she doesn't know how to react.

To be clear here it's not that I believe they were destined to live a long happy marriage or that they should've walked off into the sunset together. My issue with how their relationship was handled is that it didn't feel like it came to the conclusion it did through the natural actions of the characters. It felt like things only happened the way they did because Joan wasn't canonically part of his later llfe and Lewis didn't know what to do with that other than to keep them apart. It was as if he went, "Hmm these two get on too well...better start making Joan push him away for no apparent reason."

Whether Morse and Joan could've made it who knows, but I definitely believe they could've given each other the love and passion they desperately wanted, at least for a little while.

#endeavour #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #joan thursday #morse x joan #i'm simply incapable of not writing a damn essay lmao #thinking thoughts #morse #joan #thursday

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lollytea · 2 years

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Okay I wanna write down a few thoughts on that part of the climax in Thanks to Them that has garnered some mixed opinions. Specifically Hunter’s possession and the subsequent death of Flapjack.

I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m defending this scene, as people are perfectly within their rights to be uncomfortable with it and criticize everything from its execution to its inclusion at all. Whether this whole thing was objectively a terrible writing decision for Hunter’s character, his arc, and the overall message it sends is....a discussion starter to say the least. Rather, what I wanna do is maybe try and dissect the reasons why these scenes might exist in the first place. From a writing perspective.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, trying to figure out just what angle the crew was going for and I think I might have some vague idea. And I’ll admit, I think there’s something poignant in here somewhere. Maybe they fumbled the bag a bit and didn’t consider just how troubling some of these implications could be. Writing gets clunky sometimes. But that’s up to every individual viewer to draw their own conclusions. But personally, I don’t believe that these scenes were intended to be gratuitous. I don’t believe that they were added solely because the crew are sadists who enjoy wringing Hunter dry like an angsty dish cloth. As flawed as they may be, I think I can understand why they were written. Possibly.

So, I’m gonna try to give an objective look at the themes, storytelling and symbolism at play here and how all of that relates to Hunter’s overall character and the big climax of his story.

We’ll start with the very understandable hurt viewers felt when Hunter’s road to recovery was abruptly relapsed by Belos. The thing many people are vocalizing their feelings about is how the episode made sure to demonstrate just how happy Hunter was. That’s what devastated them the most. Hunter was in the process of healing, which hits close to home for many, making what Belos did to him all the more disturbing on a personal level.

However, every single one of us knew that Belos was alive before we watched the episode. Hunter did not. Hunter believed that Belos was dead and this was the only reason that he felt safe enough to make such progress in his recovery. So now matter what way you twist it, we all knew Hunter was set up to relapse the moment he realized Belos was in the Human Realm.

So what was the point of showing this sixteen year old abuse victim experiencing safety, warmth, happiness, confidence and self exploration just to cruelly rip it all away from him?

Put simply, to establish just how much Hunter now has to live for. Just how much Hunter has to fight for. His motivations for living and for fighting are sprinkled all throughout the episode. This boy has such a hopeful future laid out before him and he knows it. So when he finally gets his moment to tell Belos exactly what he wants for himself, you understand exactly where this passion and determination is coming from. It means something.

And then there’s the possession itself, which everything comes down to. We saw the leaks, we hated them, some of us talked ourselves into believing they were fake but we all kinda knew deep down. It was a very fun very terrible week. ANYWAY.

I think that Hunter’s arc would have felt incomplete if he didn’t get a final confrontation with Belos. That’s the popular opinion. However, many are also in the opinion that Hunter getting possessed was very unnecessary and violating and it should not have been done in the first place. And I’m not gonna argue with this view. It’s legit. But again, here’s what I believe the crew might have been going for with this.

The possession of Hunter’s body is a symbolic manifestation of everything Belos has always represented in his life. It’s a final culmination of all sixteen years under that man’s thumb and all the damage he’s done to Hunter’s body and psyche.

Ever since Separate Tides, Hunter has been Belos’ puppet. And honestly, though the specifics of the arrangement have shifted, this was still the case throughout Thanks To Them. Between Separate Tides and Hollow Mind, it’s pretty simple. Perfectly obedient Golden Guard who does everything his uncle tells him to do, without much say in the trajectory of his own life.

However, after Hollow Mind, Hunter was no longer that. But that didn’t mean the puppetry stopped entirely. He was a nervous wreck for the rest of the season. The mention of the Emperor’s name paralyzed him with fear. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t done directly. Belos still had an alarming amount of control over Hunter.

So long as he was alive, Hunter knew he wasn’t safe. And once Hunter starts to realize that he’s still out there, it becomes obvious that he will never fully recover until he’s certain Belos is dead.

Everything about the possession is an encapsulation of what Belos’ years of abuse and manipulation have been like to Hunter. How powerless he’s always felt. But this time, it isn’t done through words or threats of violence. It’s worse than that. It’s physically invasive. It’s desecration. It’s having his very self taken away from him and nothing is more sacred than a person’s autonomy. The weight of what’s happening to him is palpable.

This is the worst thing Belos has ever done to him.

But what does Hunter, the boy who spent his entire life petrified of this man, do about it?

He finds it in himself to rebel against it.

Because, though Belos’ abuse and the negative effects of his upbringing have always been such a crucial aspect of Hunter’s sense of personhood, it’s not all that defines him.

A long time ago Hunter was given orders from the Emperor to slay a selkidomus. Instead he passed the job off to somebody else because he didn’t want to do it.

Hunter self-sabotaged his own mission and allowed Luz to escape with the palismen he was ordered to recover.

Hunter studied wild magic against his uncle’s wishes.

Hunter went to Eclipse Lake even when he was told not to.

Hunter had a secret palismen named Flapjack.

Hunter assigned himself to the Hexside mission without getting Belos’ approval.

Hunter owned a secret scroll.

Hunter refused to roll over and die in the mindscape even when Belos decided that he was no longer useful.

Hunter has a rebellious heart. Had one from the very beginning. He was definitely in denial about it back then (Happily declaring just how much he loves “Authority! And rules!”) but it was there, clear as day.

But this is the moment where Hunter embraces that rebellious heart. And in doing so, he finds the willpower to regain control of his body. To Hunter, this moment is a reflection of everything he’s always wanted to do. To break free of Belos’ power. To speak his mind. To choose his own future. To choose himself.

And all that genuine joy we saw him experiencing earlier in the episode is what strengthens his resolve to grit out his final words to Belos.

Hunter releases years of pent up frustration that he was too brainwashed to ever let himself think about.

Hunter openly expresses desire after desire, fully aware that every single one of them will boil Belos’ blood.

Hunter outrights demands that he be allowed happiness.

He’s proving, not only to Belos, but to himself that you can hurt him, you can scare him, you can manipulate him, you can even possess him, but you will never own him. Nobody will ever own him.

So, yes, absolutely. There are valid criticisms to be had of the concept of Hunter being possessed. And it’s likely the writers didn’t really think a lot of the ramifications through.

But I believe the idea it’s trying to portray was how the intensity of that moment and how violating it was to Hunter further emphasized just how powerful Hunter’s final act of defiance was. It wasn’t just one last fight between the two of them, it was a visceral way of having Hunter confront everything Belos has ever put him through, allow his resentment to bubble over and finally understand that he has the right to reject who he was “supposed” to be, whether Belos likes it or not.

One thing that came from the possession scene that I believe is genuinely a good and healthy thing is that Hunter’s perspective of Belos has changed for the better.

This was the worst thing Belos could have possibly done to him. And Hunter did not only survive it but he was capable of resisting it. Something he’s never been able to do before. He has officially endured the worst Belos can inflict on him. So, with that in mind, Hunter has no reason left to be afraid of this man anymore. With this, all remaining control Belos had over him has been shattered.

I have to acknowledge that, though this experience was truly godawful, it did provide Hunter with the closure he needed. It was necessary to how he proceeds forward. With all that fear out of the picture, Hunter’s current feelings towards Belos consist of righteous fury and contempt. Which is cathartic to say the least, as Hunter’s hate can finally be directed at the person who hurt him, rather than himself. In the case of a victim struggling with their trauma, allowing themselves to be angry at their abuser can be a very therapeutic thing.

This is huge for Hunter. While many have expressed the opinion that the after effects of this moment will be detrimental to Hunter’s overall arc, I honestly think it’s a massive step in the journey to recovery. It’s not the nice peaceful part he experienced while in Camila’s house but not everything about an abuse victim’s healing process is pleasant. Sometimes it’s ugly. But progress is progress.

And then there’s the matter of Flapjack’s sacrifice which is a doozy of a subject.

Anyone who follows me is aware that I was very vocal in my belief that Flapjack would survive, because surely they wouldn’t take something so precious to Hunter away from him. Surely.

(Well I’m Stan and I was wrong, I’m singing the Stan Wrong Song, okay fuck you.)

But once that episode was over and the credits were rolling, I started to think about Flapjack as far back as his introduction in Hunting Palismen. And honestly, I feel like his death was planned from the start. The kind of friend who comes into your life, changes you for the better before inevitably having to say goodbye. But even if it’s temporary, that doesn’t make their presence in your life any less impactful.

While Flapjack had plenty of personality, he wasn’t so much a character with his own arc, as he was a tool in progressing Hunter’s. His role in the story was to guide a lost and lonely boy into the light and show him that he’s worthy of being loved.

And with Flapjack’s influence, Hunter let himself meet people who don’t make him feel worthless. He has never felt more loved in his life.

Flapjack officially imprinted on Hunter when the boy expressed a longing to figure out his own future. Flapjack decided that he would try to lead him in the right direction.

And in his final moments, Flapjack watched the boy he had been guiding adamantly proclaim everything he wanted his future to be. It was safe to assume he had figured it out.

Flapjack’s existence in Hunter’s life also represents the link to Caleb along with Hunter’s complicated “relationship” with this ghost of a man that he’ll never know. Caleb is not Hunter and Hunter will never be Caleb. However, they’ll always be connected by the strings of terrible, terrible destiny that Belos tied together. And though Hunter didn’t know it, Caleb lingered in his life in the form of the bird he left behind.

And in all that time where Hunter figuring out his own identity, Caleb’s bird was helping him along. It was when Hunter was finally certain exactly who he was (Not a witch hunting accomplice of Belos) that Caleb’s bird was ready to move on.

With all these ends tied up, Hunter did not need Flapjack anymore.

But Flapjack still had one more job left to do. And that was to make sure Hunter got to stay with the people who loved him and Hunter got his chance to experience the future he had decided for himself. Figuring it out is useless if it’s all a hopeless fantasy. Flapjack wanted it to be a reality.

It must have been a relief to the little bird’s heart that his witch had grown so much and he could leave knowing Hunter would be okay without him.

(There’s also the interpretation that Flapjack is an analogy for a service animal/disability aid. But that line about learning to carve could not set it up the future any clearer. Hunter will not be without a palisman forever.

Obviously, it might take him some time before he’s ready to begin again. But he will make a new palismen. As a boy who’s spent his entire arc learning how to let new loved ones into his life, it would make absolutely no sense whatsoever if he didn’t.)

Anyway, my biggest fear when I saw the leaks which showed Flapjack sacrificing himself for Hunter’s sake, was how much something like that could completely destroy all of Hunter’s healing progress. Because why wouldn’t it? He not only lost his best friend but Flapjack died to keep him alive. How could he possibly live with himself after something like that?

I think this is one of the main talking points over why people are upset about Flapjack’s death. How it’s going to effect Hunter. I’ve seen the belief that this devastating loss was detrimental to his recovery journey and it’s rendered all of the lighthearted scenes of enthusiasm and confidence from earlier in the special obsolete. But I honestly feel like it’s the exact opposite.

Hunter’s reaction to Flapjack’s death was different than I imagined it would be. And not in an objectively bad way. It’s quite telling of how far he’s come. Compare it to Hollow Mind where Hunter also experiences a traumatic loss which results in him having a complete meltdown. He cries, he hyperventilates, he runs blindly into the woods. It was borderline apocalyptic. And it’s completely understandable. At this point in life, Hunter lost what he believed to be his entire world.

After Flapjack’s sacrifice, the first thing Hunter did when he regained consciousness was smile, softly greet his remaining loved ones and ask if they were alright. It’s revealed seconds later that he already knew Flapjack was gone. But he still had it in him to smile. Because even in the devastating aftermath of losing the creature who changed his life and introduced him to real happiness, he’s relieved to know his friends and family are safe. He knows he’s not alone.

Flapjack was deeply important to Hunter. It’s impossible to even articulate just how much he adored that little bird. When he lost his former life, Flapjack was all he had.

However, by this point, Hunter’s life is flourishing with hobbies and interests and ambitions and friends and family and love. Flapjack was no longer everything Hunter had. And being surrounded by so many people who cared about him in his moment of grief is a powerful thing.

Hunter is quiet about Flapjack’s death. He’s weak, he’s exhausted, he’s utterly gutted. But there’s nothing that implies he blames himself. Judging by how he was aware of the sacrifice despite just waking up, I believe they did get one last goodbye via their mental link.

And I think this is why Hunter seems so accepting of what had just happened. Whatever Flapjack said to him, he had successfully made Hunter understand that this was just how it had to be and that it was not his fault. And with all the love and optimism Flapjack has instilled in him since they met, Hunter decided that what he needs to do now is try and lead the most fulfilling life he possibly can. He has to. This life had been a gift from Flapjack after all.

But as mentioned way up above, Hunter can never have the life he wants until Belos is permanently out of the picture. I think this is where his new lease of life comes from in the final moments of the special.

Hunter has changed significantly throughout this episode. While in his opening scene, he was completely clueless on how to comfort Luz properly because he equates the guilt she feels to his own and that link between their similar feelings sabotages any attempt at clarity on his part. His words of comfort were basically “If it helps, they’ll hate me more.”

But before he steps through the portal, Hunter has a new perspective on the self-loathing that has been corrupting both himself and the girl he now calls family. It was never them. It was Belos. It was always Belos. Hunter is able to tell Luz that it was never her fault because he finally understands that it was never his fault. And he’s telling her all of this because she’s important to him and she always will be.

Hunter still has Luz.

He then expresses his new motivation. To fight back. To regain control of his life. To get some justice for all the damage his abuser has done to him and so many others. To protect the world that he cares about.

Hunter still has Willow and Gus and Amity.

Hunter still has Camila and Vee.

Losing Flapjack did not kill Hunter’s fire. It did not render all of his prior growth in the Human Realm null and void. Hunter has experienced a loss and his grief is palpable but he still has so much left.

In fact, I think if Hunter hadn’t had these experiences, hadn’t built these relationships, hadn’t realized just how much life has to offer to him, he wouldn’t be taking such a defiant stance. He wouldn’t be the first one to march into the portal, taking Flapjack home, determined to end Belos once and for all. And he’s standing on a strong foundation of mourning, experience, wisdom, love and support.

I keep thinking about that very infamous line by Dana that was misinterpreted to Hell and back.

“Dana doesn’t like happy endings.”

That line never bothered me much, even when I didn’t know what the exact context actually was (Dana doesn’t like happily ever after.) Like, I watched the Owl House, I know the kind of stories Dana liked to tell. So, the way I always interpreted that opinion was the simple message that we can never have it all.

Life is tumultuous. There are ups. There are downs. There are gains. There are losses. And I feel like that’s an accurate summary of Hunter’s development throughout the special.

Hunter had been mistreated. He now has far more scars than he started out with. He lost Flapjack. These are all devastating blows to him physically and emotionally.

But please, don’t allow the suffering Hunter went through distract from all of his positive growth in this episode. Hunter spent months making happy memories. He strengthened his bonds with his friends. He now has somebody who genuinely loves him that he can call family. He’s discovered all these brand new hobbies and interests.

He likes who he is now.

That hasn’t changed. I promise you that it hasn’t changed.

And most importantly of all, Hunter is no longer ruled by fear of the man who hurt him. He is no longer under Belos’ control.

Hunter is grieving right now but he is not in ruins.

This is not rock bottom for him.

I feel that Hunter’s gains and losses were pretty evenly distributed throughout the episode. However, because of the attachment people have towards him, as a teenage abuse victim who’s steadily recovering, it’s easy to only see his losses. Because it hurts to see, it really does.

But I promise you all of those happy Hunter memories meant something too. Those are what’s him pushing forward right now.

Anyway, those are my two cents on that whole thing. Again, I don’t think these scenes are immune to criticism. However, I did want to take a moment to examine them a bit because I truly believe that there was a team of passionate writers attempting to create something profound with this.

I like to write myself and I understand that a lot of the time I miss the mark and don’t always execute the point I’m trying to make. So, at the very least, even if things aren’t handled perfectly, I’d like to try and dissect the message that they were attempting to send.

It’s absolutely fine if you don’t agree with a word of this. I understand that these scenes have hurt quite a lot of people. But thank you for reading. I appreciate it. 💕

#toh spoilers #tw abuse

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Letter of Madame Chalabre to Robespierre

I found something interesting on the excellent site amis-robespierre.org. It was mentioned in posts I saw on Tumblr about Madame Chalabre, a great admirer of Robespierre, who was supposedly arrested after his execution. According to Vandeplas, Bernard on the same site, some accused her of being an informant for Robespierre. Joke aside, I wonder if Stanisława Przybyszewska might be the reincarnation of Madame Chalabre.

But when you read the letter she sent to Robespierre, it’s much more than admiration; it shows a political spirit. When I see this, I think once again that some French revolutionaries, including Robespierre, missed the boat by refusing to make women equal to men.

Here is Robespierre’s speech from January 2, 1792: "... War is good for military officers, for the ambitious, for speculators who trade in such events; it is good for the court, it is good for the executive power whose authority, popularity, and influence it increases; it is good for the coalition of nobles, intriguers, and moderates who govern France..." He continues: "... The most extravagant idea that can be born in the head of a politician is to believe that it suffices for a people to invade a foreign people to make them adopt its laws and constitution. No one loves armed missionaries..." "... Our victories by our generals would be more disastrous than our defeats..."

Here is Madame Chalabre’s response, which shows a good reasoning spirit: "No, I cannot find words to express to the admirable Robespierre the surprise and emotion caused by reading his interesting and useful speech in the latest Revolution of Paris. The patriots were right to include it, because this journal is widely read and goes everywhere. We cannot hurry enough to warn true Frenchmen against the execrable trap of war. But alas! I fear it is a foregone conclusion in the National Assembly, for the deputy Ramond (de Carbonnières) announces to us a long and beautiful report from the diplomatic committee whose conclusions will undoubtedly be for war. Just heavens! What betrayals! Unfortunate homeland. False guides still divert you from the right path with new ruses finer than those of the moderates. They do not have such a marked character of falsehood and are therefore more dangerous. Patriots are said to be misguided if they do not want war. Ah! Let us continue to be thus misguided to stifle it and save the homeland. Another speech at the Jacobins Monday played by the cruel war partisans who persist like ravens on their prey. If so, let us despair of the homeland’s salvation. Victorious even with the enemy’s power is to be defeated. That is the solution to the whole question but as you say, they always want to be beside the point. How with even a little judgment can one fall into such a trap? It seems incredible to me; instead of following nature, they prefer to reason against it. Shame, shame on eloquence in this case. Weak humans who boast of your enlightenment, the instinct of animals is far superior to your fine minds, for it never deceives them.

{} I cannot resist the feeling of gratitude inspired by the virtuous conduct and wise writings of the faithful Robespierre, despite his own advice to us not to give in too much to these transports. His touching modesty will produce the opposite effect judging by myself but it will not be dangerous for freedom, the noblest emulation will be the fruit. Greetings, friendship, Chalabre."

Thus, beyond admiration, Madame Chalabre shows great lucidity on the issue of war. I would love to know more about this character.

This makes me all the more furious about the films of the French Revolution that portray women as passive, too gentle, and groupies according to macho standards (yes, I have my eye on Heffron's films, the horrible movie "The Passion of Camille and Lucile Desmoulins," and even very good films like "La Terreur et la Vertu" by Stellio Lorenzi).

PS: I looked for Tumblr posts about this letter specifically and an analysis but did not find one. If it is already there, I sincerely apologize to the author. The goal is not to plagiarize.

#frev #french revolution #robespierre #war frev #women of revolution

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10, 20, 38, and B for Siavesh; 11, 17, 22 and 27 for Eneas! (Sorry I'm greedy)

I was so free and assumed something got mixed up and you meant Salvadore. 😁 I wouldn’t dare to answer for Sia, but I’m very willing to poke Dujour and pass the questions along as well. 😂💗 Salvadore: 10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? Salvadore lies for political and diplomatic reasons when his plans require it. But he never obscures too much what he believes in and stands for and wants to achieve, just steps along the way and his methods. He acts highly strategically and knows how to play people. But those maneuvers belong to situational plans, there isn’t a returning lie he frequently tells. Maybe only one thing in the Pathfinder universe: He fully worked with people’s belief that he was Iomedae’s chosen one when he already sensed/knew the lie in it. After all, he never had any connection to the goddess and not even a lot of sympathy for her as the critical atheist he is. Still, for the time being, it smoothed his rise to power to present himself as her champion. He promoted the picture to gain support, strengthen alliances, intimidate foes, and make himself known. After the reveal, he didn't continue pretending to be Iomedae’s special soldier, the lie had outlived its purpose at this point. It doesn’t haunt him at all, it was just a political tool, one he had to get rid of again. Despite his angel powers, Salvadore would dislike it if his legacy was too strongly interwoven with Iomedae. While he doesn't speak against her, he makes very sure in the aftermath that the people recording his story publish he is not and never has been her chosen one and that he follows his own self-decided path. 20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? He actually had to think about this topic a lot, in my original universe too, but he came to a clear conclusion. Salvadore rarely allows friendship in his life but when he does, the people he considers close in that way are very important to him and experience a much less aloof side of him, warmth instead of the cold he seems to radiate on a professional level, passion, and a certain teasing, playful charm. Still, he is one of those people who make a difference in the sheer … intensity of the bond in a romantic relationship compared to a platonic relationship. While the platonic part is necessary with a romantic partner for him too, he will always put this one special person he picks to spend eternity at his side on a special pedestal. It doesn’t take from the importance and value of his friendships, but what he shares with his partner has to involve a form of connection and depth that’s at least slightly above anything else in his life - tighter, stronger, wider. Of course, things like this aren’t just there spontaneously, it has a lot to do with growing and growing together and developments and is a way rather than a sudden event. Therefore, it would be more correct to say that for him a romantic relationship needs the vivid and clear potential to rise above all else, to become something uniquely big, and to last forever. 38. What memory do they revisit the most often? I answered this one here. 🥰 B) What inspired you to create them? I never felt I did. He just came to me and allows me to write him. And the reason he did, well, might be Rowley. Rowley needed someone who would make for a worthy opponent. Why someone like Sal? Well, they contrast each other in many points and work greatly together (as in: against each other) for this very reason. I’m sure, though, my wish for a character that would be controlled, structured, ambitious, classy, confident, condescending, determined, and a true leader had its part in it too. ~ Eneas: 11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

It depends on the role he plays and what’s at stake. Asking the right or wrong questions can reveal a lot about a person’s thoughts, knowledge, education, background, etc. So, if a question gives away too much, he holds it back, and researches later, using materials he gathers or by influencing someone else to get him the information he needs. In some cases, and with people with a weak resistance to it and little attention, he uses his magic to push into their minds to extract the answers right at the source.

In a more casual situation, though, when his confusion matters little, he just politely asks for clarification. 17. Are they easily embarrassed? It’s hard to embarrass Eneas. He went through too much that required him to get rid of all pride in certain moments. It taught him that pride usually serves little purpose. He doesn’t have the slightest problem to bow or kneel or to say whatever gets him what he wants or needs. When he’s attacked in a way he can’t immediately escape, he switches into a calm but submissive role, not challenging the strength of the opponent until the very moment he sees the opportunity to disarm or kill them with one single counter strike (figuratively or literally). Insults so superficial they are meant to embarrass him? Childish, they won’t cause much at all. The only embarrassment happening to him here and there is secondhand embarrassment when people act in ways he considers overly blunt, annoying, disgusting, or just unpleasant. It’s for this reason he dislikes Rowley. 😂 22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? This answer is here. 💕 27. What causes them to feel dread? Eneas is a coward and doesn’t find enjoyment in physical fighting at all. Even from the back row with his magic, those scenarios scare him. He much prefers to win his battles in a verbal way and/or to leave those confrontations to others entirely and only pull strings from somewhere removed. But what truly causes him dread, is the loss of power. Not to smaller degrees when one of his schemes backfires slightly or takes a surprising turn (he almost always has backup planes or – if none of them fits – some talent for improvisations) but to actually find himself without all his usual options he gathered and improved like an arsenal of protection: his magic, his tools, his words and roles and stories and lies, bare of his masks. He made very, very sure that he’ll never feel as helpless and at other people’s mercy as he did during his childhood and teenage years. His deep fear of love comes from the very same corner. He experienced and later caused too much betrayal, was used in too many ways, manipulated people wherever he went and while power and safety and wealth and revenge are strong motives to work with, it’s always love (in all its facets) that drives people the farthest and leaves them the most defenseless. He himself exploits it mercilessly to lengthen his life. How could he not view it as the most dangerous thing in the world?

#aaaa those were amazing questions #thank you so very much cassy! 💗#omg this got long #oc: salvadore #oc: eneas #ask games #my ocs #dmagedtexts

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Howl's Moving Castle = Made Me a Simp

RATING:

fun = 9/10, plot = 8/10

PLOT SUMMARY: Sophie is an eighteen year old orphan who owns a hat shop passed down by her father. One day, Sophie runs into Howl and a new world is opened to them when a jaded witch curses her to be a ninety year old woman. To reverse the curse, Sophie embarks on a journey upon Howl's Moving Castle.

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SIMP PART:

In the review below, I will talk about my negative for the movie.

BUT THIS!!!

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THESE TWO!!!

The Sassy Man apocalypse was upon us since 2004 when this movie debuted. I believe little boys watched this movie and thought that the best way to get girls was to be as dramatic as Howl. I absolutely love this pairing! In the future, I might write some fanfics.

After watching the movie with my bestie pookie bear, we compared this ship to the Princess Mononoke couple (Mononoke x Ashitaka)

The consensus were that we both liked Monotaka more.

Howl's Moving Castle is a great A-love story about self discovery and found family. What confused us most was the point in which the two feel in love with each other. Howl, is extremely mysterious. You never can tell just what he's thinking. It does't help when you realize that he knew who Sophie was before even meeting her, because time travel.

You could make the argument that he was always enamored by her on that day he met Calcifer (best character!!! Howl got his sassiness from this spitfire). But, I can't truly believe that. And frankly I do not think it mattered when he fell for her. It matters more when Sophie found out that she loves him. The movie is about Sophie learning to discover herself.

(^^Not to say he wasn't enamored by her in that first interaction, but he definitely wasn't in love with her)

Sophie had to be told by other characters that she was in love with Howl. Especially by the Witch of the Waste who was suffering from dementia. My friend initially had a problem with Sophie's initiatives. Sophie has her moments where she's determined despite beings a big scaredy cat, however, she was solemnly aware of her emotions.

I, however, came to the conclusion that Sophie is a little dense. In the beginning sequence of the movie, other people point out that Sophie lacks adventure. She runs the hat shop, not because she's passionate about it but because her dad left it in her name. So to say she would not realize her feelings is an understatement. When did she know she loved him?

I would say, it would have to be the moment when he saw him at his worse. When he was more monster than human. When she realized that he needed her more than she needed him.

This pairing will always have me in a chokehold.

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BEST CHARACTER: CALCIFER ..............................

No further explanation. If you know, you know.

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REVIEW:

I love this movie! It gave off A Whisker Away vibes, but I guess you can say that that movie took inspiration from this. Both feature a fantasy element behind a real-world landscape. In Howl's Moving Castle, there are wizards and witches, in a town based off Alsace, France. Both of the female protagonists are forced to take on a different form, Sophie as an old lady, to start their journey of self-discovery.

Granted, Miyo embarked on the cat train for purely selfish reasons other than Sophie, who was forced into it by a witch.

I bring up A Whisker Away because they did something better than Howl's Moving Castle. They juggled their 'war' aspect more effectively without muddying the love story. And it is my one gripe with the movie. I have no other true negatives to say.

We see the main events through Sophie's eyes. She is not involved in the war elements as heavy as Howl. Miyo on the other hand is deeply connected to the cat world. When she finds out that her body can be lost forever to her, she has a reason to go after the main villain -along with her love interest who would rather her as a person than a cat.

Sophie also had this set up.

We see that Sophie meeting Howl for the first time put a target on her back by the Witch of the Waste. Who, by all means, went out of her way, to locate and curse Sophie into being an old hag because she, the witch, wants Howl's heart. Let me remind you that Sophie briefly ran into Howl on the streets. They exchanged a few words and Sophie got cursed for it.

This is the perfect setup for a protagonist and villain relationship. We see the two butt heads further on the grounds of the Castle. It was a goldmine to watch Sophie go from being spiteful juts at the Witch to worry as they climbed the stairs together. Sophie even cheers on the Witch who turned her ninety-years-old against her will. And then, out of the goodness of Sophie's heart, they practically became roommates.

The Witch of the Waste got a redemption ark. I had fun with it, and I am happy that it subverted my expectations. It showed that even the most selfish people desire a community.

And this made way for the new antagonist, big government. But, it's more so Howl's problem than Sophie's This is where the movie lacks. They should have switched to Howl's perspective.

Throughout the whole movie, we can see the war, draining Howl. We see how his continuous usage of magic turns him into a beast by the minute. We understand the kingdom wants to make an army of mindless wizards and witches who've succumbed to animal form. To what, I don't really know? Maybe to conquer the world.

Something generic.

I believe a few minutes in Howl's perspective, would have aided the movie in fleshing out that idea.

The movie is in Sophie's perspective which made the Witch of the Waste a perfect antagonist for her. The government is after Howl, who Sophie is in love with. She had one interaction with the leader. It's not enough for her to have any stakes besides losing Howl. And when Sophie returns to Howl's heart, the war is over. Magically.

(After I wrote the paragraph above, I forgot that Sophie's involvement with the scarecrow is the reason the war ended, but I'm not changing my last statement.)

It felt rushed. Sophie effectively became the passenger in her own story by the last 20 or so minutes. However, she is the one to end the war when it should've been Howl in the name of protecting his family. Or at least that's how I see it. I loved the flow of the ending sequence with the house falling apart. And I genuinely felt fear at the thought of losing Calcifer. Even the Scarecrow's sacrifice of his stick, caused me to be on the edge of my seat.

Everything going on in the movie was resolved by Sophie herself. She is a girl-boss, hands down. However, I do think some of it should have shifted to Howl. He needed to solve his own problem, not Sophie's. He should have been the hero to change Mr. Turnip Head, the Scarecrow back into a prince. Not Sophie. I commend him for becoming less of a coward due to Sophie's influence. He learned to rely on her. In the end, it could've been his ultimate sacrifice. He stopped the war, saved the prince, and on the brink of death, Sophie could've still saved him like she did in the movie.

However, Sophie stops the war by finding Howl's heart and fixing the cursed prince.

But alas, the hero we needed and got, who overshadowed everything is........................

Mr. Turnip Head, the Scarecrow

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Thank you for reading! Took a while to come up with a review for Howl bc I just loved the movie so I decided to simp for it. I did find something to shit on tho. Do you agree or disagree? Comment down below!

>>> Check out my other Ghibli movie review here: My Neighbor Totoro

Next Rant Post: Princess Mononoke

#studio ghibli #rant post #shitpost #howls moving castle #anime #anime movie #anime talk #a whisker away #howl x sophie #howl pendragon #calcifer #sophie hatter

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bluemoondust · 2 years

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I know you’re probably really busy with requests but I’m definitely willing to wait. Yandere Korekiyo General Hcs? -🩴🙄

✧General Yandere Headcanons✧— Shinguji Korekiyo

It's all good! I appreciate the patience, so here you go!

Update: I know you said to ignore this request, but if you don't mind, it'd still like to do it since I've grown fond of this guy. (In general I just love the third trial blackens)

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior/Thinking, Implied Stalking, Delusional Behavior/Thinking, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Bondage (Rope), Implied Sensual Thoughts, Mentions of Sister Shinguji (she's her own trigger warning for obvious reasons, but nothing relating to what happens ingame because yikes...), Hints of Manipulation (towards Korekiyo since Sister Shinguji is not pleasant)

Korekiyo screams obsessive yandere given how he acts in general; with the way he is fascinated by the beauty of humanity. In the beginning, he is not obsessed with you as a person yet. What he is fixated on is the way you work, whether it be how you think, feel and react to certain circumstances. It's all for the sake of studying humanity. At first. It seemed innocent (as much as it can be given how people view him as creepy), but sooner or later the scale tips to more of a sinister side.

Surprisingly, Korekiyo is the type of yandere who will think deeply about what he is feeling. He was curious to what exactly this was and when he eventually got to the conclusion, he chuckles to himself. Unfortunately, he is very aware that these emotions towards you are unhealthy... but to him, that's the best part. This love that is tainted but so passionate and raw intrigues him as he wonders to himself what lengths he'd go to in your name. Of course, this love is seen as forbidden to him, which makes it all the more enticing. Why would he consider it forbidden? Well, mostly due to the fact that many, along with you, would frown upon such an obsession. Korekiyo enjoys the whole ordeal.

Majority of this stems from him never really experiencing a healthy relationship. He obviously thinks there's something wrong with this form of 'love' but at the same time he deems it as normal for him. He basically deludes himself as time goes on, which makes the situation worse when it gets to a point where some things can't be reversed nor taken back. Another thing to point out is the obsession of knowing so much about you. His life revolved around his sister's interests and nothing more, to which he believed it was all he could be and that they were truly things he enjoyed. This applies to you as well when he's grown these feelings for you. Everything you like is something he likes too simply because it's you. Korekiyo feels more connected to you in that way. In turn, he will make sure you share his interests as well.

Even when he is aware of everything, he'll still act the same way around you. Nothing seems to have changed, but looking further into the situation give insight on what lays beneath. Korekiyo continues to observe you, but this aspect is amplified as he want to take note of how you go about your daily life. You'll never notice, of course. The case of reactivity would disappoint him since he'd like to watch you perform tasks as you'd always would.

There are times where Korekiyo likes to drop small hints of his intentions/actions that he has done. It brings a sense of thrill within him to see how'd you react to figuring out that someone feels so intensely for you. How would you feel? What would your response be? If you were horrified by the realization, it'd be absolutely tantalizing as he fully takes in your expression. Even your expression of disgust would be beautiful to him.

He will bring up certain topics with the intention of how many reactions he can get out of you per conversation he has with you. Korekiyo does go into the subject of his talent as he informs you on the aspects of humanity and anthropology. Showing interest/a desire to learn more brings him elation. Of course he will entertain your curiosity. The subject of ropes does come into conversation and that...excites him as he speaks with you. Korekiyo is still his usually calm self as he speaks, but his tone is different. He will admit that you do invade his mind at any chance and he indulges in these thoughts. Unashamed, Korekiyo has fantasized about you in a number of situations; some mundane and others... not so pure. Oh, does he want to play out these fantasies in real life to see what you'd do, what'd you say, how would you look.

In terms of jealousy, it's slightly iffy when it comes to Korekiyo. However, I do believe he's mostly levelheaded on the matter. A person such as themselves will come and soon take their leave, but if they were to persist, he watches to see how'd you respond. Accepting their advances leaves Korekiyo to ponder on what to do, taking enjoyment on the options he has. Killing is a very immediate example and he obviously knows how'd you react. Most people feel the crawling horror upon their person when faced with the scene of death in front of them. Even if he is aware of the reaction you'll have, it would still be a wondrous sight. What will you do when faced with such events?

The thought of kidnapping you has crossed his mind, but the reason he'd do it is not fueled by the typical justification of wanting to protect/control/keep you away. It's merely to see the choices you'd make. He wonders how you'd feel when you see it was him who did this and if you will ask why he would. To be quite honest, your main concern should be what Korekiyo is willing to do with you now that you're in his grasp. There's no one to interfere and he certainly has no need to hide his intentions anymore. He voices his excitement of this to you, simply consumed with delight as he tells you that he can't wait.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere danganronpa #yandere danganronpa x reader #yandere danganronpa v3 #yandere korekiyo shinguji #yandere korekiyo #male yandere

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the-nerdiest-insanity · 1 year

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Hiding In Plain Sight

Robert Golding's nine in the morning Historical Literature class gets a new student that catches everyone's eye, including the teacher's. But, why did Professor G stop mentioning his lovely partner all of a sudden?

The student's come to all the wrong conclusions and Dream has far too much fun.

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[implied unhealthy relationship through outsiders' misunderstanding]

Ships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling (established)

Reese looked at the clock on his phone with a sigh as he continued to scroll. Professor G was nearly ten minutes late by now which was pretty out of the ordinary for the usually punctual teacher.

“What’cha looking at?” Paige asked as she leaned over his shoulder to stare at his phone. He shrugged her off.

“Maybe ask before looking, Paige,” Sam retorted from the row behind the pair where they were messing around on their computer.

“Thank you, Sam,” Reese responded, feeling Paige’s pout even if he didn’t look up from his screen.

Just as Paige was about to form her own, probably snarky reply, Professor G came barreling in through the door, quieting down the light chatter that had filled in his absence. He muttered apologies as he rushed to the front and started pulling out his papers.

“Sorry I’m late for class,” the professor started, getting the last of his supplies prepped for the lecture, “my darling decided to make me breakfast this morning and I lost track of time.”

The usual murmurs that follow any bit of information about Prof. G’s allusive partner broke out. Until one student in the back, Adam if Reese remembered, called out, “Just breakfast?”

Snickers and oohs broke out amongst the students, always up for a little immature teasing.

Yet, the professor’s face just turned impossibly fond as he looked at his notes for the day and softly responded, “Yes, actually. It’s the first time we’ve had breakfast together.”

Awws quickly spread throughout the students and broke the teacher out of his musings. “Alright, I’ve lost enough of today’s time already. Let’s just jump right into it then.”

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That was the typical atmosphere in Reese’s Historical Literature class. A nine in the morning class only made more bearable by the company of his two friends and Professor G.

“Professor Golding” had been written on the board on his first day of class. “My name’s Professor Golding, but you can call me Prof. G, or just Robert if you’d like. I don’t care,” he said.

Reese, just past twenty now, still couldn’t call teachers their first name. But, that didn’t detract from the class’s laid back feeling.

None of the students could explain it, but Prof. G just made you feel like you were in the stories and could make the history truly come to life. Some claimed that the professor actually lived through everything and that’s why he was such a great teacher. Reese didn’t really believe it, yet some of his insults towards Shakespeare were a bit… personal sounding.

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“...that attention seeking, work stealing, prissy little twa–” Paige choked on her water next to Reese. He patted her back as their professor finished, “–it.”

Professor G took a breath to calm himself. Seeing as he had to do this supposedly every year, Reese would’ve thought that he would’ve gotten a hold of this grudge thing by now.

Adam, ever the class instigator, decided to shout out, yet again, “Does your partner also hate Shakespeare so passionately?

Professor G hung his head in, what looked to Reese like, shame, “No,” he huffed, “duck thinks he’s a ‘great and imaginative dreamer whose works have inspired hundreds of thousands, so that’s what really matters.’”

He grumbled something else that Reese swears he only heard because he was in the front row. “Of course love always takes his side,” leaving the student with a hundred questions.

“Trouble in paradise,” Paige laughed beside him.

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That was the other thing about Professor G’s class. Everyone was obsessed with his love life.

The teacher was constantly making off-handed comments about something his partner did. Always using nicknames and always at least once or twice a class. Reese is pretty sure there is a compilation document circling somewhere of all of the comments Professor G has made about them.

The thing is, it’s just really weird obscure facts that won’t help narrow down who this person is. They’ve tried getting a name out of the teacher and he just sidesteps. The students would use specific pronouns for the partner and Prof. G gave nothing away. Most are pretty sure that just means they use all pronouns, but others are just pretty sure he’s just covering his tracks.

Then, there are students who’ve taken his class before who are telling the new students that this partner is relatively new, but before that, the professor would talk at least once a week about his “good friend.” Now, no one in his current classes have even heard of this “friend.” People speculate whether the professor’s partner and this friend had a falling out and he had to choose. Others think they are the same person.

Of course, everything got thrown out the window when someone new joined Reese’s class.

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At five minutes to nine, Reese came stumbling into class, coffee in hand and slumped into his seat.

Paige bounced in a few moments later and took the seat next to him. She gave him a once over as she sat down. “You know, some people actually have classes even earlier than this,” she said, just on the verge of too condescending.

Reese glared at her over his coffee cup. “You should be grateful I’m here at all after the night I had,” he gritted out.

Paige’s face softened and she started to ask him about it when a blur of shadows brushed past his peripheral vision. As he turned to look, he saw JD’s hotter sibling strut into the room, complete with dramatic long black trench coat, skinny jeans, and combat boots. Their hair looked artfully messy and eyeliner that they must have been born in.

Paige caught his lingering gaze and followed it, her jaw dropping when she spotted the midnight cloaked beauty. “Please tell me they’re a transfer or something,” she whispered to him. Reese just silently nodded, watching as the newcomer took a seat in the front row across from them.

Two minutes til class, just as Reese had nearly worked up the courage to talk to the goth fantasy, Professor G walked in.

“Sorry everyone. Last lecture ran late and–” he cut his rambling apologies short as his eyes met with the new student. “Oh, hello there.” He smiled brightly and stopped his walk to the desk.

A corner of the newcomer’s mouth turned upward. “Hello, as well,” they replied in a voice as deep and smooth as the ocean, and Reese might have muffled a groan.

“Are you a new student for today?” Prof. G asked, finally finishing his walk to the desk.

The other gave a slight bow of their head, “Yes.”

The professor gave a light snort as he arranged his papers for the day. “Do you have a name and pronouns you’d prefer?” he asked, sparing a brief glance up before continuing.

The other’s mouth twitched again as they responded, “Morpheus Gadling, he/him”

The professor stopped what he was doing and stared up at the other– Morpheus –with wide, shiny eyes, before breaking out in the brightest grin anyone in the room had ever seen.

Eventually, some kid in the middle of the tables coughed and broke the spell.

Professor G cleared his throat and rubbed his nose. “Well, I’m glad you could be with us, Mr. Gadling,” he responded with a slight smile.

“Of course, Professor Golding,” Morpheus replied with a smirk.

“Just Professor G will do, or Robert, if you prefer.”

“Alright, Robert.”

The whole class just stared at the pair, unable to do anything else. After a brief moment of just gazing at each other, Professor G seemed to finally remember where he was and get the lecture started.

Everything else about the lecture went on as normal. It was only after everyone was packing up and leaving did Reese realise that Prof. G never even mentioned his partner.

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The next class, Paige and Reese filled Sam in on what they missed as all of them stared at the door, waiting for Morpheus to arrive. Sadly, five minutes into class and Professor G already getting deep into the topic, they weren’t likely to see him.

As the professor went over to his deck to retrieve papers to pass out to the students, he sighed, shaking his head at the papers.

“Something wrong, professor?” Adam asked from the back.

The teacher sighed again. “My love’s idiotic bird got into my papers for today and messed them all up.” He shuffled through the papers once more, looking for what he needed and any of them that weren’t pecked or clawed at.

Meanwhile, the students were having a field day with this new information. Some had also noticed the significant other wasn’t mentioned last time and wondered if they should ask Prof. G about it. No one did, out of mild respect for his privacy.

Except, the next class, Morpheus was back and the students noticed that, again, their professor never mentioned his partner. The more the new student showed up, the less Professor G talked about his private life.

Obviously, everyone in the class had their own theories as to why. Especially after talking with some of the members of other classes who said they were hearing about their teacher’s “love” the same as usual.

Some people, Sam, speculated that Morpheus was the “friend” who the professor had to choose between and is trying to have some form of reconciliation. And Professor G was just being polite by not mentioning his partner to Morpheus.

Others, Paige, think that people close to the professor disapprove of his relationship, so he doesn’t say anything for fear of word spreading to those that might seek to do harm.

While most of the class, Reese included, think that their teacher is having a secret relationship on the side with Morpheus. They think that their sweet professor is cheating on his lovely partner with the class’s tall, dark, and definitely smitten new student. You spend one class period with them– hell, one conversation and you know there is something there. Just, no one could put their finger on exactly what it was.

It all came to a head a month into the endeavour.

…

A few minutes into class, Sam raised their hand and asked the question on everyone’s mind. “Professor, where are our papers? I thought they were supposed to be returned to us.”

Professor turned slightly away from his students and muttered something that even Reese couldn’t make out.

“What was that, professor?” he asked.

“We can’t hear you, professor!” Adam yelled from the back.

Professor G sighed and faced his students again, though sighted more red than before. “Duck fell asleep on my lap and wouldn’t let me finish grading papers last night. Though, I now suspect it was faked for attention…” he trailed off the second sentence and a few snickers flared up in class.

Someone else asked, “And why do you think that?” as Reese’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

Since he knew Prof. G doesn’t mind phones as long as you're quick, and the teacher was already thoroughly distracted, he slipped out his device. To his surprise, Paige had texted him:

omg! goth cutie is standing outside the door just listening to everything

Wtf is goin on in there?!

Reese’s eyes widened and snapped up to his professor, then the door. Quickly he typed: ranting about his partner again!

what’s his reaction?

Reese set his phone face down in front of him, waiting for a reply, but wanting to hear what else Professor G was going to say.

“Well,” the teacher rubbed the back of his neck nervously and seemed to be choosing his words carefully, “my love has a very… interesting sleep schedule. Darling also relishes getting attention.” His nervous smile turned much softer. “Beloved has a way of asking for attention and affection while refusing to use words. My dear used to be so closed off and it took ages for me to worm my way in.” He huffed a laugh, fondness shining through his eyes.

Reese’s phone started to buzz and he grabbed it before it could attract much attention.

he looks kinda happy? i think?? idk??? Paige messaged. Reese sighed as quietly as he could and thankfully, another bubble quickly appeared. he’s got this little smile on idk how to describe it

Reese laid his phone down again, tuning back into the professor’s lovestruck ramblings.

“... and, well, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” The gentle smile never leaving Professor G’s lips as he finished.

That’s the moment Morpheus chose to enter the classroom. All heads and eyes turned to stare at him, some switching between him and their professor. It looked like it was finally time for the other shoe to drop.

Yet, Morpheus had this twinkle in his eye and the tiny smile Paige had mentioned.

“How long have you been listening?" Professor G questioned, voice light and tight.

Morpheus’s smile turned just a bit sharper. "Long enough.”

The professor looked like he was holding his breath. To be fair, most of the class was looking and feeling the same.

“How long have you been praising me to your students?" Morpheus practically purred.

Everyone’s head whipped over to their professor who was incredibly flushed and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

At least half of the class’s jaws drop, including Reese’s.

Adam, the class’s bravest idiot, shouted out, “Wait, so is it true you faked sleeping on Professor G’s lap for attention?"

Everyone flipped back to staring at Morpheus who gained a light, adorable flush while giving Adam a death glare.

That’s when everyone collectively thought, “Yep, this is absolutely the dork our teacher has been hiding from us all year.”

#dreamling #the sandman fic #the sandman fanfic #professor hob gadling #aggressive use of pet names #fanfiction #another favorite of mine so please so well

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