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love when you can ask the Narrator why the Princess is a Princess and he's like 'well i uhhhh YOU did that. maybe it's because uh... something something about her being above you... but still approachable... look i don't want to analyze or anthropomorphize your--' my guy. i am a primal being of Order and Eternity and Shaping. You're the one who convinced me I was some dude and were quite willing to take credit for shaping my view on the world through narration five seconds ago. Are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me the desire to interpret something worthy of adoration and more powerful than me as a dommy princess is written in the very nature of the universe or are you going to show me your browser history like a man
#this is a joke but the 'so where did i get the Idea of a princess from??' still stands#since we remember nothing and don't seem to have many ideas about like. what the world looks like#but when given the conception of 'we're a hero' from the narrator's Quest#we immediately go to 'so the thing you're telling us to kill is a Princess' -> i.e something I'm not SUPPOSED to kill#and in fact am supposed to respect and cherish#and/or pledge eternal loyalty to#(and then on a deeper level we KNOW that we're the dragon#we're the biggest threat to her we're what has the power to trap her and keep her here#we're a monster just like her)#but my point remains. as a god-entity stripped of memory where did we get the idea of a (human/like) Princess. do we still have like...#the threads of common narratives sort of built into our structure b/c we're the god-half concerned with Shaping and Naming and Order?#that would kind of slap#anyway uh. dragging myself offstage now#slay the princess#slay the princess spoilers#stp spoilers
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A Buck and A Canary
What was she doing here?
Why was she smiling at him like nothing happened?
He left their child alone!
He let her die!
He lied to her!
It has been one week since the battle at the Habin Hotel. They were starting to finish the reconstruction of the hotel when something strange happened. An angel appeared.
“Hello! My name is Y/n Altruist, and the higher-ups of heaven have sent me to oversee the progress of the hotel!”
“THEY CHANGED THEIR MINDS!?” Charlie was practically vibrating with joy.
“Why?” Vaggie asked skeptically.
“Well, unlike before, we have proof that your hotel works! A certain serpent has shown up in heaven!”
“Sir Penitouse is alive!” everyone was filled with overwhelming joy.
“Also”
Y/n bowed in respect.
“I deeply apologize for the exterminations. They were never supposed to happen. Sera and Adam were working alone in that sense.”
Charlie grabbed her hand and helped her back up.
“So really, no one knew? How is that possible?”
“The seven virtues are the only defense against evil on Earth so they have their hands full with that, I’m afraid. I was at the meeting and I brought up the issue as soon as I could!”
“Why do you care so much about what happens to us? No offense, we’re really grateful you did what you did! But why?”
“Well, I'm afraid my answer is a little selfish. My husband is down here. He wasn’t a good man but he was a good husband and he would have been a good father hadn’t he died.”
How did an angel like her end up with someone down here?
Wait-
An angel like her?
“Im sorry, but what is your husband’s na-”
“Birdy?”
“Alastor?”
Alastor sat uncomfortably on the plush couch in his room. Y/n sat equally as uncomfortable in a chair of a similar design. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
Alastor avoided making eye contact with his wife. I mean she had to know who he truly was at this point. How could she not?
“Alastor.”
She breaks the silence.
“I’ve missed you dearly, my darling.”
Why was she smiling?
“I know what you did, and while I can’t say I’m pleased, that doesn’t change the fact that you are my husband.”
What?
“You cherished and loved me for so many years. You took care of me and Eudora. You loved me with everything you had.”
This isn’t right.
“So, if you haven’t stopped loving me in the time we’ve been apart,”
No
“I’d like to be your wife still.”
Alastor finally looked at his ethereal wife. She was so good. She shouldn’t be corrupted by his darkness.
“I left her alone.”
“So did I.”
Y/n smiled at the man in front of her. This was her Alastor. This was the man she fell in love with. Sure, there were blazing red flags and she should probably be running for the hills. However, she can’t deny the urge to be with him.
“I’ve been watching over her.”
“You have? How is she?”
“She’s lived a long life. She’s been married to her wife for about 40 years now. She adopted three kids and has a bunch of grandkids. She had her own radio show, Al!”
“She did?”
“She did.”
Y/n moves to sit beside him and grabs his hand with both of hers. Alastor finally pulls her closer,
“You deserve so much more than I am. I cursed you in life I can’t let you get hurt again.”
“You are all that I want, and if I get cursed because of it, that will have been my decision.”
She places her hand on his face, and he leans into it.
“My darling Alastor, there is nothing you can do for me to stop loving you.”
“Alright, Birdy, I’ll have you for as long as you wish to stay.”
And so the Buck was reunited with his Canary.
A/N: Hi! I hope you liked the last part of Alastor's Birdy! If you have scenarios you would like me to write with this au, just send me an ask and ill get to it as soon as I can!
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#hazbin hotel#x reader#x reader fic#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin alastor#alastor altruist#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#alastor x reader#alastor#rory writes#alastor x angel!reader
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Seeing a lot of talks about finnick as a dad/doting husband during pregnancy on the fyp and I must contribute to the conversation 🌱 (warnings: it's long and so fluffy you're gonna die). Part 1.
Part 2 ☁︎
The thing about Finnick is that he has a lot of love to give to anyone who would take it. His heart is overflowing with it, shining cerulean with it. So of course fatherhood came to him as easily as breathing—
Wrong. Have you seen that walking talking ball of anxiety, love and autism?
The day you tell him you're pregnant he passes the fuck out. On the floor. And when he wakes up he cries for an hour straight, thanking you enough times with kisses pressed into every inch of your skin he could reach that the words don't even sound like English anymore. He's so grateful, so fucking grateful and terrified but above all, completely and irrevocably in love with you.
Throughout the pregnancy, he's as paranoid as it gets to the point you have to beg him to please leave you alone and no, Finnick the baby won't be hurt if i eat too fast please breathe and let me breathe but it's all from a place of love. He's lost too much, almost everything in his life. The few people he could still keep were precious to him and he was not going to let any of them forget that least of all his babies. Or baby.
Finnick talks to the baby a lot. Asking the most bizarre question to your bump as if he actually expected a tiny, baby's voice to answer him. He was constantly on about something new and his favourite topic to talk about was whatever his new hyperfixation was and you just nodded and smiled because of course the baby wants to know how to do an alpine stitch! But it was so endearing and relieving to see him finally be happy, finally find a purpose, even if it was to just talk nonstop to your belly. He deserves this, these little pockets of happiness.
And one of his greatest happiness was taking care of you. Circling back to the fact that he starts hyperventilating when his lover so much as sneezes too hard, the hellscape that was pregnancy scared him. No, fuck it, it terrified him. So he did what he always did and loved to do and banned you from anything and everything that needed physical exertion. Chores of any kind were out of order. You were on a healthy diet of four meals a day and of course they included all your cravings that he always presented to you no questions asked thank you very much and you had to take naps, multiple of them, all with his presence as a requirement (you were sure those were just an excuse to cuddle you but you would rather take up another round of hunger games than call him out on it). He attended every appointment, had an alarm set for all the prenatal meds, and always a kiss for the belly and your lips just so you knew that this was it for him. You and your baby were the very centre of his universe and this was him orbiting you both. And you couldn't help but be grateful that you had him to love and cherish just as he did you.
And your favourite way of telling him you loved him was letting him take control over the one thing you knew he loved: baby shopping. With all due respect, this is the type of guy who bought baby shoes when he was eighteen with no baby in sight because look at how tiny this is it's so cute *big sparkly green eyes.* But it's particularly endearing watching him waltz around the store, arms full of onesies and plushies and you kind of just stand there, unable to do anything because what the fuck were you supposed to do at nine months pregnant and married to a man who you *checks notes* gifted a day where he could buy anything he wanted as a birthday present?
I promise you the answer was not 'go into an early labour the second he dumped the shopping bags in the living room' but who am I to say anything?
The baby coming two whole weeks early did not sit well with his anxiety. He was a mess, a complete and utter mess but he was also the most precious angel on this planet so seeing him holding back tears of fear so he could be there for you and hold you tight, so tight, because he was scared he would lose you broke your heart too. While the pain of the labour was bad, knowing he was close, holding you tight as he pressed gentle kisses everywhere, to cater to everything you needed, was enough to realise, he was the one. And you were going to fight through hell for him.
Such a wretched thing, love, you thought to yourself as you felt him shake beside you through the pain and haze, to ask you to hope against hope that the strain on your strength and your fading string of fate would persevere despite it all.
But you did. You survived and so did your precious little baby girl, and so did the last pieces of Finnick's soul, despite it all.
The first time he holds his tiny, tiny baby in his arms, something in his brain just clicks (or maybe his frontal lobe was finally fully developed because of course his baby picked the day before his birthday to make her own entry on planet earth) but whatever it was, it was perfect. His entire world narrowed down to the squirming little angel in his arms and he couldn't help but feel his heart leave his chest for the second time in his life to become hers. She fit right into the crook of his arms, the space in his neck. She fit into his life like another piece of puzzle that he never knew he was look for.
She was his little angel, his little girl. The person he never knew he fought through whole wars for but now, holding her against his chest as he watched you both sleep, he knew this is what he was meant to do. To love, to love, to love. For the sake of it. Simply because he could. Simply because he was alive and it was good enough reason to love with his entire being.
Part 1 because I don't exactly know if you people will like it enough to want more.
#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair x gn!reader#fanfiction#hunger games#finnick imagine#finnick odair#moonfm#finnick odair x male reader#finnick odair imagine#finnick odair x fem!reader
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Dating Clay
- Not me giggling and kicking my feet IM SO NORMAL ABOUT CLAY GUYS DEF!
- CLAY IS LIKE THE SHOULDER TO LEAN ON IN THE RELATIONSHIP WHILE YOUR THE CHAOTIC BALL OF ENERGY HE LOVES JAGSOWBD
- Clay may use to be the funny one but he’s definitely smart (HE’S AN LICENSED CPA PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME FOOL!)
- Clay when first seeing you when he first arrived to putt putt village he was in awe.
- you were like Viva but… 100X More energetic which was terrifying to him at first
- Wondered how an troll like you had so much energy.
- Multiple things caught his attention about you… too many things…
- You where electric and hyper yet soothe and calming when needed to be he witnessed that when you comforted an troll who was having an panic attack
- He was in awe at how quick you switched up
- What he also noticed about you was that your pupils would grow about something you like or are daydreaming and shrink back when your brain is like being deep fried with information
- He giggled at how your doe eyes grow
- you were the one that made his romper outfit as an welcome gift and he cherished it.
- He enjoys the fact that you know all the choreography to the brozone songs and mainly his parts but wouldn’t speak up about it cause he was still in his ‘I don’t wanna talk about my past’ era
- Clay is VERY Petty (We all saw how he was with John Dory) now imagine that if you did something bad…
- You’d literally bother him so he can go back to talking to you and not be an petty tall shi-
- AHEM! Anywyasssss Clay would notice the smallest details about you and how your emotions shift abit before going back to normal in situations.
- overtime he got used to it and even got used to you kicking open the admin room with your foot just to annoy him and rant to him about the dumbest things or just about something you enjoy.
- He had written an schedule about when you enter take up his time then leave and would always keep that space and time open just for you and would stay in the same spot for an moment waiting for you to enter and as soon as you enter he starts the timer.
- He fell first and you fell harder
- He realised his emotions about you and went to Viva about it
- Viva couldn’t stop squealing loudly
- Her TWO best-friends liking each-other was everything to her
- She literally plotted and sketchbooked ideas on how Clay would confess
- Clay would seek out his brothers help since viva’s plans where… So corny
- His brothers helped him out to try ask you out and gave tips and comforted him when he freaked out abit
- “WHAT IF THEY DON’T LOVE ME BACK?! IM SO SCARED WHAT IF IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHAT IF THEY DONT LOVE ME JUST THE WAY I AM?!”
- He freaked out and started clutching his chest that Floyd had to soothe him which worked pretty well.
- Literally forgot everything he was taught once he saw you again
- He loves your hair, your eyes, personality and how you currently where cheering and dancing to some music
- tried to confess to you and failed miserably
- YOU WERE OBLIVIOUS
- He tried about Two times to confess to you but failed
- Literally ended up saying “Dude I like this person but every time I try to confess to them they don’t even know what’s going on” “Yikes dude just straight up tell them!” “okay”
- He literally confessed as you nodded saying that’s how it was suppose to go.
- Man had to grab you by the shoulders and speak slowly “I Like You”
- Flustered mess THE BOTH OF YOU
- You went on an few dates before starting to go out on your third date when you kissed him by accident cause he got you some flowers
- Your first date would of been at an cafe
- fifth date he invited you to the brozone concert
- He still didn’t tell you he was in brozone
- literally grinned the whole time at you while you where the loudest in the crowd
- Literally screamed out “THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” To Clay and doing his choreography in the front row which made Him blush and his brothers snicker at Clay.
- WHEN CLAY SAW YOU ONCE WITH LAZY EYES AND HELD AN RESTING BITCH FACE THE FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING HE WAS LIKE ‘OH DAMN?!’
- You two would mostly hangout together at his office sometimes or at your place
- most of the time at your place
- Shy about Pda in public but in private he peppers your face with kisses and teased you
- He likes to drop his serious side sometimes around you
- you make him feel safe and you do too.
- He loves when you soothe and remind him that it’s okay to be funny and goofy in some moments
- He cries when you say that
- Cuddle this man 24/7
- he made you join his sad book club
- You two cuddled eachother bawling your eyes out together
- Small kisses on the cheek and knuckles when walking past each other while working sometimes
- you and him having dance battles at 3 am out of boredom
- gave you the job of stamping some papers… never again
- His face was covered in stamp marks aswell
- His hair is so fluffy and would melt in your hands if you play with his hair or brush it
- You remind him to take breaks and if he doesn’t you drag him out
- He’d literally blush when you got matching wrist hands like him yours an F/C as his are green.
- if you cup his face and squish it he would do it back to you
- loves having his arm on your waist or ontop of your head to remind you He’s taller
- if your too hyper sometimes he’d pick you up by the armpits and keep you up in air jail for abit or hug you by the waist and keep you on the spot till you relax.
- He’d explain to you about his job if you ask and would be shocked by the fact that you understood it quickly
- He loves how you bounce off walls like an Bouncy ball and then run into his arms as he just says your name in the softest tone ever
- Snuggle into his neck while cuddling he will be crying on how cute it is.
- You had bit his hand once out of pure interest…
- He literally gave you the biggest stink eye you had to run before he catches you.
- He would praise you whenever he can if he’s free
- When you talk about your interests he just nods and smiles lovingly at uou
- He got BANK
- He’d try to spoil you sometimes but fails when you say no and say that his time is enough
- Would buy you things you like or something he thinks you would enjoy
- Bought you an plushie of an character you REALLY liked
- Was mad at the plushie since you hugged it to bed instead of hugging him
- He threw the plushie to the wall and then made sure you clinged to him instead which made you laugh.
- Literally staring at his baby and teen photos with an Wtf look
- “Babe why do you have yellow hair then but your hair now is like green?” “well that’s because-“ Literally furrowed eyebrows “that’s because… holy shit wait”
- You’d have to beg him to move in with you after 2 years of dating since the admin room was depressing.
- ITS SO LONG BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WVOSBSYWGR
#fluff#headcannons#x reader#trolls clay#Clay X Reader#trolls 3#Trolls band together#troll#trolls art#trolls clay x reader#trolls x reader#dreamworks trolls#trolls dreamworks#trolls movie#trolls#Clay from Trolls#art
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I finally finished reading the fourth volume of svsss in full, and thing is--the first time through I only read the bingqiu content because I was ravenous for more of their happy ending.
Turns out that was a perilous mistake.
Because I started reading the airplane extras. And I swear to god. MXTX is trying to kill me
What do you MEAN demon lord Binghe was sitting on his big fucking throne. All stoic and forbidding. Surrounded by his demon generals who don't know shit about human courtship. Asking them what he should do, fully demoralized by constant rejections from sqq, only to have airplane tell him to act more pathetic and needy. Which is already hysterically funny and insane, UNTIL LBH'S RESPONSE IS THIS, KILLING ME INSTANTLY:
LUO BINGHE. WHY DOES HE SAY IT LIKE: "I already tried that, didn't work--nothing works :/ not mean, not maidenly, not housewife, not spicy, not capable disciple. Is doubling down on clingy really all it will take? What's a born hater with only one love in his life to do????"
The dichotomy of him sitting there like 'how can I reach the unfathomable depths of shizun's heart?' A HEART HE'S ALREADY WON OVER, MIND and then in the Holy Mausoleum solving the puzzle without blinking and being like 'oh yeah you just have to hit the acupoints, no sweat.' Literally the comedy writes itself I'm so--
How am I supposed to be normal about this. MXTX understands the juicy quintessential queer joy of a person with the world's power at their fingertips wishing only for love. Willing to do anything to earn that love, when unbeknownst to them it's already been freely given. Totally not screaming and yelling and clawing at the walls
And that's not even touching airplane's uproarious account of events. The way he's like 'lol what's next, lbh and sqq are best friends now? smfh' only to see lbh TACKLE SQQ LOVINGLY. FOR SQQ TO BE BASHFUL ABOUT IT BUT SO SO FOND OF THE LITTLE SCAMP. This when we've been experiencing sqq's constant inner monologue of 'I'm so cool and so dignified about my role, truly the epitome of propriety and poser-level fortitude.' Meanwhile, in their universe:
Airplane constantly flaming???? Sqq and lbh in his observations????? His absolute bewilderment and confusion????? Legendary. No notes every single second of this shit was hilarious.
Airplane's comment that sqq + older adolescent lbh traveling together was just watching a couple in their honeymoon phase. OR the fact that lbh is exceedingly petty and refuses to share their food in the wake of airplane's interruption of their time together, until sqq relents sheepishly and insists airplane eat what's left (ONLY AFTER PLACATING LBH WITH MORE FOOD FROM HIS PLATE, SOBBING)
Watching airplane salivate over Mobei-Jun and acting like that's totally normal behavior. Finding out mbj and airplane got together first. Finding out sqq encouraged airplane. LIKE THIS. WHILE HE IS STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS OWN FEELINGS:
Mobei-jun clearly thinking their arrangement is a forever thing, heartbroken his human abandoned him with all the hapless fury of a scorned wife swept away by false promises of fidelity. Airplane writing demons to be the type to beat up their crush lovingly and still unable to connect the dots about mbj's feelings. Mbj letting him go and respecting his wishes, only relenting when there's indication airplane was poorly processing his own feelings and didn't actually want to leave. Mbj caring for him and listening to him as soon as airplane voices what he needs directly and with clarity. None of these gays are functional and it's everything to me
Unrelated, but I physically can't hold this information in anymore:
I'm still reeling from younger lbh having his sexual awakening from the image of sqq wrapped in the immortal binding cables. Condemn me as you like he was so, so real for that.
And no I will not be taking any comments about how luo bingge couldn't bear to see luo binghe cherished in ways he never got to have and all the haunting implications of that. I will also not be taking any comments about luo binghe's instinct to look for sqq in that alternate universe, only to be shaken to the very core to be unable to find his shizun anywhere. The unspeakable and latent horror of his relentless mind likely piecing together what happened, but unable to say it; to suspect what is true, and live with the harrowing confusion of his double's actions. To blame himself, to assume that he had let his anger get the better of him in that world and result in unspeakable folly...
I also refuse to talk about how heartrending it is to hear Tianlang-jun weakly say "In the end, I really can't bring myself to hate humans." The implication that the foolishness of that hope and bright-eyed fondness--the very thing that put him through such unspeakable agony--couldn't be beaten out of him entirely. To discover that his faith in Su Xiyan hadn't been misplaced, to the contrary: his beloved hadn't scorned him at all, but rather fought to the miserable end to protect the fruition of their genuine feelings of love when she couldn't protect tlj or herself.
How MXTX has sqq deliberately draw parallels between their situation and that of ygy+sj and tlj+sx; desperately wishing it might not be too late for them. The concept of breaking cycles of abuse and harm pervasive throughout the newly devised story, how it evolves for the better only when love takes the place of power, pride, and domination. How the moment sqq chooses vulnerability instead of saving face, the genre shifts to the so-called "cringe" girly genre where most if not every character is more fulfilled, more true to themselves. How the "male-oriented" former genre was aimlessly sensationalized and sexualized, how it was a sustained performance of aspirational toxic masculinity. How men objectify other men without end. All of the unspoken gendered implications that come with that.
Anyways. Going to go put my head in a sandbox and try to process everything I just witnessed because even a second reading is not enough to find a modicum of closure.
#svsss#bingqiu#moshang#i swear to god this series is just 'gay man who doesn't know shit inflicting his delusional reality on everyone else and inciting chaos'#and literally it's slapstick levels of hilarious every single time; mxtx never change#also i fully agree that we did not get NEARLY enough mobei-jun and sqh/airplane content#the amount of mental illness to mental illness communication going on there was astonishing#mobei-jun being afraid of his uncle and bringing sqh because that's the only person he trusts fully (WAILING NOISES)#sqh having a tantrum but running away because for the first time he was honest about his needs + his dissatisfaction with catering to other#how that reflects his narrative compulsions and how he felt forced to warp more creative story paths for the sake of survival as a writer#how sqq's restoration of much of his original intent--as well as mobei-jun's acceptance of his needs--helps airplane begin to heal#how his happiness begins; how just like sqq he wanders in such confusion and denial before he's forced to realize what truly matters to him#SHREK VOICE: STORIES HAVE. L A Y E R S#it feels like modern day shakespeare and when i say that i don't mean it in a hollow elevating sense i mean it more like#mxtx just hits that perfect balance of poignance but also hilarious concentric circles of botched communication and brainworms#okay but real talk for a minute? .........;-;#the way lbh constantly struggles with such a crushing feeling that he'll be abandoned over any little mishap/thing/problem#really hit me where it hurts??? if only because its so clearly an anxiety that stems from original goods' upbringing#the way it becomes even more heartrending when you think back to all the sect leaders clamoring that he should have been killed as an infan#that he should have been aborted as a fetus--insisting right in front of him that his birth was a mistake and a disgrace#over having demon blood in his veins. like my god that scene is so viscerally upsetting i struggle to read it#the way its so easy to see the demons as a manifestation of otherness in precipitated form#how both sqq and sqh are influenced by human rhetoric without evening meaning to--assuming the worst against their better judgment#how both sqq and sqh both struggle with their own otherness in different ways and only find solace when they begin to accept who they are#how their lovers (lbh and mbj respectively) both are willing to navigate those confusing waters with them#how both demons love them as they are--accept them as they are despite how difficult forgiveness of perceived betrayal is for them#ty mxtx for changing my brain chemistry#as i get older i have such a fondness for the messiness of thematic queer self-discovery and growth into self-acceptance#that and how youth can so easily be defined by perfectionistic self-harm and the violence of repression
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{ more than ever }
// more than ever i see the real you, and it surrounds //
| clive rosfield x fem.reader |
summary: where clive comforts his love in her time of need.
word count: 767
the soft sounds of crying were all clive rosfield could hear when he was suddenly roused from his deep slumber.
there was a coldness felt coursing through his veins, an unnatural lack of warmth that caused him to awaken so suddenly. as he opens his eyes, he was achingly aware of how much lighter his chest felt, alerting him of the fact that his beloved had somehow awoken in the middle of the night and left him.
clive could feel his heart aching at the thought, nearly breaking when he thinks back to how strange his lover was acting as of late. each time he came back from his duties as a knight, the more his beloved would seem to retreat back into her shell.
yet still, she always kept that same beaming smile on her face. despite how it never seemed to reach at her eyes, she was always quick to reassure him that she was fine and was merely tired, is all.
but he knew his lover well.
he knew of her tendencies to keep to herself and hide her own burdens so as to not worry anyone else.
wanting to give her the space that she needed, clive respected her wishes and didn't try to pry about her true feelings. he remained ever so loving, ever so patient with her as he simply waited for her to come around and tell him of her feelings.
and he supposes tonight was a breaking point for her.
not wasting another second, clive shoves back the quilted blanket, his bare feet landing against the wooden floors of their shared home as he softly cries out her name. he hears a hiccup and a few sniffles, further prompting him to find her.
with his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the cottage, he looks towards the living quarters and feels his heart aching at the sight that was settled before him. there his lover was, curled up in a ball as her bloodshot eyes met with his concerned gaze.
"oh love, c'mere." clive takes a few steps towards his beloved woman, reaching out to her as he immediately takes her in his arms. with her pressed so intimately close against his bare chest, clive feels the way she buries her face within his skin. as if wanting to bask in his warmth, he feels her lips press a gentle kiss against his heart, making it flutter with its rapid beats from the confines of his chest.
"i'm sorry." as if his mere presence was enough to comfort her, clive listens as her sobs settles down, like a storm turning into drizzling rain as he could feel her pressing kisses against his skin. "i-i had been struggling with some dark thoughts these past couple of weeks, and i am so sor-"
clive then cuts her off the moment she began to apologize once more, leaning forward to press a bruising kiss against her parted lips. he relishes in her sweet sighs of his name, allowing her hands to cling to his broad shoulders as he continues to mold his lips together with hers. he slants his lips perfectly, slotting them together with hers like a missing puzzle piece as she moans against his kiss.
he thinks back to all of the times she has been there for him, through his darkest memories pertaining to his fallen kingdom and the loss of his father and brother. during that time, clive really felt as though he wanted to end himself, to somehow reunite with those that he loved-
yet it was her who stopped him; her who loved and cherished him and saved him from his own darkness.
and could he really call himself her lover if he couldn't do the same with her?
he was the first to pull away from the kiss, eyes looking deeply into her own as he lets out a soft murmur of her name. "i love you, my darling. always remember that. it was you who saved me from my own darkness, and i will always be grateful for the fact that our lives had crossed paths long ago."
clive embraces her even tighter then, pressing a kiss against the crown of her hair as she slowly began to cry once more while in his arms. "nothing has changed, cry as much as you need to. let it all out, i'm here, i'm here."
with the two lovers being comforted by their mere presence alone, time steadily passes by, further strengthening their bond as they knew that they could never and would never part from each other.
fin.
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do not repost; plagiarize; or translate.
#mine#clive rosfield x reader#rosfield clive x reader#clive rosfield x you#rosfield clive x you#final fantasy xvi x reader#ff16 x reader
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Miscommunication pt 2
Summary: You finally get the date that Commander Wolffe promised you.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
Word Count: 1692
Warnings: None
Songs: None
A/N: I saw a bunch of people asking for how the date went, and this is what I came up with. Also, how does one end short stories? I always feel like I need to write more, lol.
Divider by saradika
“So, let me see if I understand you correctly. Your Commander is planning on taking you on a date, in spite of the fact that he’s had a whole one conversation with you?” Your older sister asks over the com.
“You know, when you say it like that, it doesn’t sound like the best idea.” You grumble, “And we’ve talked more than just the one conversation.”
“Look, I get that the clones are fine, girl, but-oh, hold on,” Your sister turns away from the com, “Conner James! You might survive jumping off the railing, but you will not survive me!” She glares at someone off screen for a moment, and then turns her gaze back to you, “Where was I? Oh, yeah. I get that you’re lonely, but you can probably do better than someone who couldn’t talk to you.”
“It’s not like that. He was just a little shy. I can understand that.” You reply. “And I’m not lonely. I am literally surrounded by people all the time.”
Your sister sighs, “Look, I’m just worried about you. You’re my baby sister and, well, you don’t exactly have the best taste in men.”
“Not a baby, and also rude.”
“First of all, you’re always going to be a baby. Second of all, your last boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend.”
“Ex-best friend, and also that’s on him, not me.”
Your sister sighs again, “Just…be careful, yeah? I hate seeing you get hurt.” There’s a loud thump and a cry of pain, and she closes her eyes, “Now, I have to go and make sure my son didn’t just break every bone in his body…and then ground him until he’s grey.”
“You know you signed up for this when you married a trapeze-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ll talk to you later.” The com cut out before you could reply, and you lean back in your chair.
You suppose your sister does have reason to be concerned. After all, the last she knew, Commander Wolffe wouldn’t even look at you. But things are different now.
Since his injury he’s been much more open with you.
When you’re on the Triumphant, he makes time to visit and talk to you daily. Even if that means that he’s eating a meal in your office while you process paperwork.
You’ve come to cherish him as a dear friend, and more. Though, in spite of his claim of wooing you, he’s been nothing but respectful. The only hint that he might desire something more than friendship from you comes from the way his fingers linger on your arm or hand or shoulder.
It is infuriating, to put it mildly.
Everytime his fingers linge on your skin, it feels like electricity zips through your body. And he knows it.
Yes, he has an important job. And yes, he doesn’t have a lot of free time. But would it kill him for one kiss? Just a little one?
You release a sigh and pick up your com, absently tossing it from one hand to the other. You’ve been back on Coruscant for a whole week now, and Wolffe still hasn’t come through with his date.
You’re beginning to worry that he forgot.
You set your com back on your desk, and eye your datapad critically. You have so much work that you need to do before the next deployment. Not to mention, the men in the Wolfpack need their physicals, which is on you to schedule, and you need to catch General Koon for his physical, and yearly inoculations need to be given-
You’re about to grab your datapad to start on all of that, when the doorbell chimes.
You frown and get up. You aren’t expecting any visitors. At least you don’t think you are. You open the door, and a bright smile crosses your face when you see who’s standing on the other side.
“Commander,” You lean against the door frame and fold your arms, “I didn’t know you knew where I live.”
“It’s in your file,” He has a small smile on his face and his mismatched eyes scan you, something you notice that he does whenever he’s in close proximity with you. “Which the General shared with me.” He pauses and his gaze meets yours, and then he lifts one of his hands, “I bring food.”
The scent of something delicious reaches you, and you suddenly remember that you’ve not eaten since lunch the day before.
“And I’m guessing you’ve not eaten since yesterday.” Wolffe continues with a knowing, and slightly exasperated, look on his face.
You laugh sheepishly, and move out of the way, allowing him into your home, “Well…I ate a late lunch yesterday and I wasn’t hungry for dinner.” You try to explain as you take the bags from him and move into the kitchen.
Wolffe follows you once he sets his boots on the shoe rack, “And why didn’t you eat breakfast?”
“Breakfast is for losers.” You reply as you pull plates and cups out of the cabinet.
“If I said that to you, you’d be reading me the riot act.” Wolffe points out as he starts to pull containers out of the bags, “I got some of the pasta you prefer, with garlic bread.”
“Ooh, you know how to spoil a girl,”
“Well, apparently the way to a woman’s heart is through carbs and cheese,” Wolffe counters very dryly, and you start laughing, which puts a small grin on his face.
“Well,” You say, through your giggles, “You’re not wrong.” You favor him with a bright smile, “There’s drinks in the fridge. You can grab whatever you like.”
He watches you for a moment, something soft and fond crossing his face as you move around the kitchen, and then he walks over to the fridge and grabs two of the sodas in the door.
Wolffe sets them on the table and starts divvying out the food on the plates you set on the table.
“It smells delicious, Wolffe. Thank you!” You look up at him, in delight, as you slide into your seat.
“You’re welcome,” He replies as he settles into the other chair. He’s quiet for a moment, and then he leans back, “I owe you an apology, mesh’la.”
“For what?” You ask.
“I promised to woo you,” Wolffe says slowly, “Unfortunately, that’s not something that was covered in my training.”
You smile at him, slow and warm, “Wolffe,” You say so gently, “You came to my apartment with my favorite food. This is perfect.”
“You deserve more,” He replies.
“Maybe, maybe not.” You shrug easily, “I like you, Wolffe. Not grand presentations. I’d like you just as much if you showed up with fast food from the place down the street.”
Wolffe is quiet for a long moment, and then he favors you with a warm and soft smile, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Well, I was selected to be the medic for the Wolfpack,” You joke.
“Most people wouldn’t think of that as a good thing,”
“I get to spend my days with you, what’s not to like?” A barely noticeable blush crosses Wolffe’s face, and you feel a surge of glee. Before you drop the conversation in favor of the food that Wolffe brought you.
Later, once the meal is finished, and you finished cleaning up, which Wolffe insisted on helping with, you’re tucked on the couch while Wolffe is looking at the pictures on your walls.
“Your family?” He asks, glancing at you from one of the bigger pictures.
“Mm. My older sister, her husband, and their son.” You reply easily, “They’re on…Dantooine, I believe, this month.”
He hums thoughtfully, “You're close to her,” Wolffe notes.
“Oh, yeah. She’s great. You’d like her, I think. She’s very no-nonsense.” You reply as you stand and walk over to him.
“If she’s anything like you, I’m sure I will.” Wolffe replies, he glances at you, “I like you after all.”
You duck your head, a faint blush crossing your face, “Well, I like you too. So, I guess that’s fair.”
There’s silence for a moment, and then you feel warm fingers against your cheek, and he lightly taps your chin, tilting your face up to meet his, “Do you like me enough to let me kiss you?” He asks, his voice low.
“Yes!” You blurt embarrassingly quickly, and then you blush bright red, “Um…I mean…”
Wolffe laughs, and leans down, his nose brushing yours, “I’ve kept you waiting then?”
“I’m pretty patient,” You whisper in response.
He doesn’t say anything, just closes the distance between your lips, and slowly, tentatively almost, kisses you. You slide your hands up his chest, and wrap your arms around his neck.
He pulls away just for a moment, just long enough to make sure that you are still okay with this, and then he hooks his arm around your waist and he crashes his lips back against yours in a much more passionate kiss.
His lips are warm and soft and so, so inviting. And you can’t help but moan into the kiss as he pulls you flush against his body.
And when he breaks the kiss you let out a whine, which pulls a quiet, breathless, laugh from him. “You’re so…intoxicating,” He breathes against your lips, “But we need to stop for now.”
You pout at him, but slowly release him, and instead you rest your hands on his chest. He keeps you flush against him, his fingers flexing on your hip. “Do you need to leave?” You ask, your voice soft.
“No, I’m on shore leave.” He replies, “but we still need to stop.” His eyes close and he bumps his forehead against yours. “As much as I really, really don’t want to.”
“Well,” You hands slide up his chest and he groans, “If you don’t want to stop, and I don’t want to stop, then we can just not stop.” You point out logically.
He releases another groan, “You’re a terrible influence.” But his grip around your waist tightens, “Be my girlfriend?”
“Yes-” You’re unable to finish your sentence as his lips crash against yours again.
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Can you do the Evan’s dating a plus size girl? 🤭🫶🏻❤️
all that you are//the evan’s
pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, and james patrick march
rating; pg13!
warnings; slight harsh language, body shaming, bullying
a/n: sorry to everyone that might not like what i’m gonna say, but i only write for the evan’s until they go up to season five with james. yes, i have watched the other seasons. i LOVE gallant and edward mott, but i won’t be pairing them with a female reader for obvious reasons. rory and jeff didn’t satisfy me all that much, and i still have mixed feelings on kai. yeah, i also like austin, but i don’t really know if i have that special little connection to his character yet. and no, am i fuck gonna write for jeffrey. that’s something that i’ll never feel comfortable doing.
Tate Langdon;
• Tate couldn’t give a shit about how you looked, he loved you for how you truly were. From the way you treated him, he already knew that you had a heart of gold.
• He loves how you guys have the exact same style. You enjoy wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, much like himself. And he adores how confident you are when it came to wearing what you wanted.
• If any school girls even dared to make fun of you, well.. i’m pretty sure we know what would happen..
Kit Walker;
• If Kit falls in love with someone, it’s not for the breathtaking looks they’ve been blessed with. No. It’s simply for the fact that they have such a kind heart and a beautiful soul. That’s what Kit is truly attracted to.
• He admires every last bit of you. Size isn’t important to him, not at all.
• Kit fell for you, because you’re just you. You’re not hiding behind some mask or going around with a full face of makeup, nor trying to fit in with everyone, you’re you. And that’s certainly enough for him to love and cherish.
Kyle Spencer/Franken Kyle;
• Truth be told, the little soul can’t even tell the difference between you and other girls. Right enough, not that he would even care in the slightest.
• He gets really upset when he overhears Madison saying her usual shitty comments about you. Though that soon turns into a fit of laughter when Queenie punishes her for it.
• Kyle doesn’t have the kind of feeling to care enough when it comes to you’re size. You treat him in a way he’s always wanted to be treated, and he doesn’t need anything more than that.
Jimmy Darling;
• Uh, I think we’re aware that Jimmy couldn’t give a shit if you were big or not. We’ve seen enough to prove that, trust me..
• Most of the freaks respect you and treat you no differently from the others, Jimmy makes sure it stays like that.
• If Elsa even has the nerve to ask if you could be part of the show seeing as she thought you’re figure could be quite the ‘entertainment’ for some people, Jimmy would hit breaking point.
James Patrick March;
• James isn’t one for body shaming. His mother raised him to always respect a woman, and that her size shouldn’t matter to him. If she treats him right, then by all means he should show her the love and respect she deserves.
• He isn’t fussed about you’re weight. Mr March still buys you the best of the best. Including the fanciest clothes, jewellery, perfume, everything he’d buy for the woman he loves most!
• When the time comes around for his monthly dinner with the Countess, he’s sure to fire back at her sneaky, vulgar comments. Even Miss Evers will defend you as much as she can.
“And should we be expecting you’re new partner, James? I suppose the word ‘little’ isn’t a way to describe her.”
“You mean my loyal, new partner? Ah, yes. And I suppose that word isn’t something that we should mention when you’re the topic of conversation, hm?”
Yeah, he ain’t up for her bullshit today folks.
#ahs fandom#american horror story#ahs hotel#evan peters#the evans x reader#james patrick march#tate x reader#tate ahs#tate langdon#james march#james march x reader#kit walker x reader#evan peters ahs#kyle spencer#plus size reader#kit walker#ahs fluff#kyle spencer x reader#ahs coven#ahs season 5#ahsfx#jimmy darling#jimmy darling x reader#freak show#ahs freakshow
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So… I’ve been thinking about this more lately, and a YouTube comment I read earlier got me wondering…
This commenter was expressing how they think we’ll take Cayde’s body to the portal and that will somehow do something to bring him back. Something about dead energy… idk it was really confusing to be honest. But hey you never know. But I’ll be real honest, idk what to think about the veil. I know at this point I don’t trust it. If that’s even where Cayde is at… guess it remains to be seen.
But what it got me to thinking about was the Forsaken cover art.
So I joined in 2019, missed all the Mara visits and all that. And true, some things I still don’t even know what they are.
Like this for example…
Can anyone tell me what that is in the sky? I’ve always automatically assumed it had something to do with or is the entrance to the ascendant plane. But idk.
It’s visible in the cover art too. Now I’m sure many, many people have gone over this a million times and then some but-
If that’s supposed to be us carrying Cayde, clearly we’re on the Shore but where exactly? That’s not the Prison. Looks more like the High Plains area to me. But why would Bungie put us right there, I very highly doubt we walked all over the Shore with Cayde in between his death and funeral cutscenes.
Also I’d like to point out some minor details I’ve noticed. And by minor details I mean one singular detail that peaks my curiosity.
In the last stand cutscene, Cayde gets that armor pad covering his left shoulder ripped off, not completely, but looks as if it’s barely hanging on.
Yet in the cover art it’s fixed?
In fact it doesn’t even look like it’s been damaged at all. And that’s a big wtf moment for me because unless Bungie just copy pasted a pre-Forsaken Cayde and made him look dead for the cover art, or if our guardian had the time somewhere before reaching the tower to immediately know how to fix a piece of armor we’ve never messed with before, it would lead me to assume even further that the cover art is foreshadowing something. And not us getting revenge.
Because if the shoulder thing on Cayde’s armor was fixed, that would mean we’re carrying him after we’ve already been back to the Tower to have his armor repaired or again, we somehow fixed it ourselves. Because I’m also assuming it would have been repaired to the best ability along with the rest of his armor before he was buried out of respect. And making a note of him still having his cloak on. It easily could have been put back on him. And now with Amanda gone, I don’t know if Cayde’s cloak is just going to be left where it is or moved.
So to get to where I’m going with this… I’m a 15th wish theorist, everyone who knows me knows I am lol Is the cover art us taking Cayde to the ascendant realm? To go to Riven? Maybe this is after we’ve seen Cayde wherever he is in the teaser. Maybe we have Sundance with us.
Maybe I’m going too damn deep into this but- after the general sadness the cover art brought me, during the time it was too difficult for me to even look at… it just seems… odd now. How instead of taking his body to the portal, perhaps we take him to where our last wish can be granted.
“This one you shall cherish.”
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Here's an ask that (probably) stands out: Tell us, your followers, about a time where you or someone else from your system rolled a natural 20. (Figuratively speaking.)
Ghost: Soph spent a long time trying to figure out a good answer to this and drew blanks. She did come up with several but they all seemed too boring to her. So I'll snag this one.
And share a picture of my Maleficent!
I don't collect Funko Pops. Never had even the slightest interest in them. But Maleficent here is surprisingly one of my most cherished possessions.
Something you need to know about me is that I don't put myself out there. Ever. I like Reddit because it's safe. Nobody knows who I am there. Nobody even remembers my user name. Even on here, there's a reason I was more than happy just being known as "the host" for the first year of Soph's blog, only settling on Ghost when we decided to have a system blog.
The few times I've tried to dip my toes into something, I get scared and back out.
Being like I am, I don't actually have many accomplishments to speak of.
But I do have this one so I'm going to talk about it.
Some years back, I signed up with a fan website called... um... you know, I can't for the life of me remember what that site was called.
But that doesn't matter. There was a fan website where you could post articles, and I had recently read about The Disney Theory. This theory attempted to link together all Disney movies into a shared universe, using cameos from the various films to tie them together.
Now I grew up in the 2000s, with cartoons like Lilo & Stitch, Kim Possible and American Dragon: Jake Long. All of these shows crossed over, placing them in the same universe. And with Lilo and Stitch, they could be linked to the wider shared Disney Universe.
In American Dragon: Jake Long, there was a character called The Dark Dragon. As you can see here:
The Dark Dragon's color scheme bears a striking resemblance to a classic Disney villain. I'm sure you can guess who.
The Dark Dragon ends up getting a makeover in season 2 with a different color scheme with the purple replaced by dark blue, but the sharp purple spikes on his back get replaced with jutting black spines resembling Maleficent's dragon form.
They clearly wanted the Dark Dragon to retain his Maleficent influence, even if in a different way.
Additionally, Maleficent functions like the dragons in ADJL, having both a normal form and a dragon form.
Working off of these intentional design motifs and their connection through the Disney Theory, I theorized that the two were related somehow.
The theory that I presented was that Maleficent is the half-fairy daughter of the Dark Dragon.
And she likely would have been the World Dragon of her area. A World Dragon is a dragon that presides over a specific country in ADJL. I don't recall if the term "world dragon" is used in the show or if it's just a fan term, but the concept is very much present in the show. It's why Jake isn't just an American dragon, but he's "The American Dragon."
This would further contextualize Maleficent anger at being snubbed from Aurora's birth. World Dragons are supposed to be guardians of the magical. And during this period, humans and magical creatures were closely connected. One would imagine that a World Dragon would be highly respected, making it a severe insult when lesser fairies (who she refers to as "rabble") are invited but Maleficent is snubbed.
The site's staff would select a number of articles every week for their top list, and mine made it!
And then they sent this Maleficent Funko Pop with a letter congratulating me for making it into the top 16.
It may not be a huge accomplishment, but I'm proud of it. And I think it was really cool of them to personalized the Funko Pop to what the article was about.
To someone else, that Maleficent is a $10 toy. But to me, it's a trophy.
Unfortunately, despite common wisdom, things on the internet are not, in fact, forever. I believe the site I posted that theory on no longer exists today. But I still have my Maleficent.
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incredibly dumb question (and bit nsfw) pls feel free to ignore; I've just realised reading war and peace just fried my remaining brain cells: if topping anatole just made andrey worse, do you think ever bottoming would fix him or? I was thinking it'd make him even worse but idk one should never doubt the healing powers of a prostate orgasm ig
ANON YOU *LITERALLY* HAVE NO IDEA HOW CORRECT YOU ARE IN ASKING THAT QUESTION. JOURNEY WITH ME BELOW THE CUT TO HEAR MY EXTENSIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT ANDREI BOLKONSKYS SEX LIFE (spoilers i actually go more in depth about my interpretation of andreis psychological issues than ever but you have to get through the stupid sex stuff first. Sorry. Also I'm finishing writing this at the airport at seven am after not a lot of sleep so I take no responsibility for how coherent it may or may not be)
Ok I cannot emphasise enough that. Part of my initial take on Andrei (and a partial basis for my andretole au) was LITERALLY "guy who needs to get fucked but is too full of toxic masculinity to let anyone top him". Like, it's 1805 and everyone is obsessed with ancient Greece, they probably just started unpacking ancient Greek ideas about homosexuality, someone as proud, misogynistic and self-possessed as Andrei would absolutely see bottoming as some sort of shameful dishonour, if only subconsciously. (But like, if mercury was in Gatorade and the heavens collided and Pierre actually realised one day that Andrei has the hots for him and offered to top, Andrei would agree in a heartbeat because the thirst is even stronger than the internalised homophobia)
But silly sex headcanons aside I do think there's genuine psychology going on here so let me elaborate. I think Andrei is chronically incapable of being vulnerable with people. Even when making an effort to talk openly about his emotions (like in his first one on one with Pierre), he's very distanced from them, cold and disdainful. He talks about emotions but doesn't exhibit them. And if strong emotions of any kind threaten to get the better of him, he defaults to anger - see his anger at Lise in the same scene, his anger at Pierre after his refusal by Natasha and again before borodino - probably because anger feels easier and doesn't imply weakness like other emotions - sorrow, fear, regret - might. I mean in that scene after Natasha's refusal the narration openly states that Andrei hates being pitied... So like, if he can't bear to be vulnerable with others in life, how could he possibly do so in bed, right?
(Though I suppose it's not as clear cut as that because hatefucking Anatole IS a sign of weakness and feeling ashamed of it is also a sign of weakness and anatole's refusal to be bothered by it reminds Andrei of that fact every single day. He just can't win! Can't have shit in 1805 Russia!!)
All this being said, it's equally as important to my understanding of Andrei that he does WANT and even NEED to be vulnerable with someone. He wants to be able to trust and respect someone enough to lean on them and rely on them for comfort. I think that his extreme self-reliance and internal strength belie a deep-seated desire to have someone in his life who will render those traits unnecessary. Hold on I just realised Andrei has mommy issues uhh
In all seriousness tho. This is why those relationships Andrei tries to build fail, isn't it? He doesn't approach those people as equals, he wants them to be his superiors. Natasha can't just be a girl whose company he enjoys, she has to be his angel of rejuvenation and moral redemption. Speransky can't just be a man whom he respects, he has to be this flawlessly committed and morally upstanding reformer. And when he dares act like an imperfect human being, Andrei is totally turned off. His relationship with Pierre is actually probably the healthiest precisely because of its internal contradictions - he cherishes Pierre's earnestness and artlessness, but sees his naiveté and weak will, and therefore doesn't build him up to such an impossible standard of perfection as others.
(This actually contrasts in an interesting way with Pierre's (imo) final and most important transformation - that into someone who can acknowledge people's flaws and love them, without judgement or delusion. Very Christlike of him)
So um tldr. Yes Andrei SHOULD bottom (slash not be such a dom slash be vulnerable with anyone) and it WOULD fix him but also he'd need to already BE fixed for it to ever be on the table so like. F. He'll have to make do with blowing anatole's back out and hating himself for it, and count himself lucky that my stupid au gives him that much
#ask#anonymous#war and peace#andretole#andrei bolkonsky#ALRIGHTY ONLY TOOK ME 14 HOURS BUT I FINALLY COMPOSED A REPLY#i Hope this sums up my thoughts in the matter in an exhaustive succint and understandable manner but again. i did get uo at 420 am today#so we shall see later if this holds up in court
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ask game - top five favourite female characters :3
ok so we collectively decided that i will do top five from dramas and then top five from other forms of media, so this is gonna be a long post 😌
top five favourite female characters from dramas
number one. koh ae ri from the eighth sense
she is for real one of my favourite secondary characters of all time. she is so funny and i absolutely love the way she teases her friends, bullying IS a love language yes. i also love how confident and slightly over-the-top she is, she can really stand up for herself and other people as well, which is an admirable quality. also, i am side-eyeing her and her bestie. 🫵🏳️🌈⁉️ ykwim
number two. ink from bad buddy
we all know what i think about bad buddy but that doesn't mean there aren't any characters in that series who i still cherish, and ink is definitely one of them! i feel like everything in the world has already been said about her and i don't even have to explain myself. we all love her.
number three. hashimoto mio from kieta hatsukoi
she is an icon, she is a legend, etc. etc. she is so so sweet and wonderful but can also hit you across the face so hard that you fly away if you deserve it. i don't even think that's like dramatic effect exaggeration, she will kick your ass if you're acting like a fucking idiot and i love that about her.
number four. choi yu na from semantic error
true bicon of our generation. greatest fashion sense in the world. so very tired of your bullshit (and that's absolutely fair). a great friend. *bows fifty times in respect*
number five. sunny from our dating sim
she doesn't get too much screen time but i love everything about what we see of her. she is very no-nonsense and deadpan, but also very emotionally intelligent and compassionate (she literally helps lee wan figure out why he started drawing and why it's still important to him, like she literally changes his life with one small conversation). what a legend.
top five favourite female characters from other media
number one. brienne of tarth from game of thrones (tv show)
ok yeah yeah horrible tv show. ANYWAY. i am fucking obsessed with brienne. she is SO!!!! KDGJDFJGDFJGKDF. sorry. what am i even supposed to say. she is a warrior both metaphorically and literally. she is the most knight-coded character of all time. no man can compare to her in knightly qualities. she is noble, she is loyal, she is fair. she is fucking iconic.
number two. clementine from the walking dead games (video game series)
i grew up with clem, actually. i was just a couple of years older than her when i first watched a playthrough of twdg. i suppose we have to make some space for the fact that she is a protagonist in 2.5/4 games, meaning that every player kind of decides what kind of a person she is on their own. but i think overall, no matter what choices you make, she always remains a very strong and resilient person. despite everything she's lost, she doesn't lose her humanity and manages to take great care of her found family (and her adopted younger brother, shout out to our murder baby aj <3). i am very proud of her, almost like she is a literal person who grew up in front of my eyes.
number three. lae'zel from baldur's gate 3 (video game)
ok, now this one was hard. not because i don't love lae'zel so much, but because there is an insanely long list of female characters from bg3 that i absolutely adore, and choosing just one was hard. in lae'zel's place, there could have been shadowheart or karlach or jaheira or either isobel or aylin from everyone's favourite divine lesbian duo or nine-fingers or or or. i can go on forever. but i picked lae'zel for this post. so, first thing you should know about her is that she can step on you and you will be thanking her for it if she does. she is just 21 years old, yet she goes through a completely worldview-shattering experience and comes out the other side not just alive, but with her head held high. her quote "what good this heart of stone, for it to be shattered?" absolutely kills me every time. i'm gonna stop here, but i could go on forever actually yes.
number four. josephine montilyet from dragon age inquisition (video game)
very similar situation with the dragon age games and the amount of characters i could choose. morrigan, isabela, and sera in particular were very strong contenders for this space. but i ended up choosing josie for this post. she is a very sweet and romantic character. she used to be a spy (and she actually got into it because she thought it sounded romantic - she's whimsical like that), but then she ended up killing someone she knew and that experience changed her forever. she is now a very successful diplomat, determined to deal with world's problems through any means other than violence. she is very open-minded, understanding, and just an absolutely lovely person overall.
number five. anne elliot from persuasion by jane austen (novel)
choosing a favourite jane austen herione is like choosing a favourite child, but here we are. the photos are from two different adaptations, and i appreciate both of them in different ways, though i don't think we have a 10/10 adaptation of persuasion just yet. anyway, anne is naturally a rather timid and people-pleasing person, which i think a lot of us can relate to, but throughout the book she really finds her own voice and stands her ground, while simultaneously not having to completely change her personality, which i really appreciate. not everyone can be sarcastic or witty or strong-willed and that's ok. she also definitely shines as the undeniably smartest austen herione, as she figures out all the secrets, decidedly does not trust clearly untrustworthy albeit charming gentlemen, and is overall incredibly sensible, which means it's very easy to read her inner dialogue, because you never find yourself sighing at how blind she is at something that's happening. she sees everything. being inside her head is a great time.
#this is very rambly but you know kgjdflkjkfdlg#also can u tell im a gaymer lmao#archer responds#dee tag
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Believers & Death Eaters
There was a time in my life when the most important identity label I wore was: believer.
From an age I can't remember until I was 21 years old, I believed Jesus Christ was the son of God and the savior of all who surrendered themselves to him.
You see, I grew up in a small community that lacked diversity and higher education, where moral questions were more simply and quickly answered, for better or worse.
As a child, I believed those in authority knew what was best for me. When I was told non-believers spend eternity in a fiery pit, isolated from their loved ones, I made the choice that was supposed to offer safety, acceptance, and love. I decided to be a believer.
When people introduced friends and significant others to our community, our members questioned not their race or background, but their salvation. Were they "saved" by their belief in Jesus Christ? If so, were they a "growing Christian" -- someone who not only believed in Jesus but continually sought to be radically changed by him, purified by him.
Our doctrine stated Jesus was the embodiment of pure love and holy goodness, and those characteristics, among other qualities like truth and life, came only from him. Therefore, besides being saved for all eternity, someone could only be good if they were connected to Christ, and they could only give love if they first received his. The world, which was influenced by evil, could only offer unfulfilling, artificial forms of those substances.
Non-believers were seen as lacking discernment and insight, unfit for meaningful relationships with Christians. Also, more importantly, they had the worrisome ability to challenge and threaten the faith of a believer. As a Christian, I was often told to never consider an unbeliever an equal partner, in marriage or in deep friendship.
It may not surprise you that I grew up lonely. I was open only to a love that came at a cost -- acceptance that came with conditions -- and I avoided anything else.
However, my upbringing wasn't all bad. I learned to care for others and to be an honest person. I had people in my life who showed me love the best way they knew how, and I felt cared for by them. To this day, I cherish the relationships that molded me -- the people who made themselves available to me, welcomed me into their homes, and continued to think of me after I left. They weren't evil; they simply had a worldview that was too narrow for me -- one I grew out of.
When I left the church, I carried a lot of guilt and shame. I didn't feel bitter. I felt embarrassed for having become the person they had previously warned me about: an educated liberal open to new ideas. Though, each step also offered relief and freedom. I could breathe finally. And my world felt so much bigger.
Loved ones of mine still have hope I'll convert back. I see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices. In rare times of vulnerability, they blatantly state it. It tells me they don't trust my judgment, as though I'm incapable of discovering truth on my own. I understand. They don't put their trust in people but in their belief system, which they believe is irrefutable.
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I no longer see the world as being separated by believers and non-believers, or by good and bad people. While I definitely play with labels and social constructs, like my gender, sexuality, personality type, and political party, I respect labels for what they are: loose tools for communication and understanding. Not for truth. Not for facts. Not for demonizing the people around me.
I am devoted now to (1) seeking to understand what I do not, (2) learning to accept people as they are, and (3) questioning my beliefs. I seek both enlightenment and connection to others, and when those two goals conflict, I reevaluate my perspective.
That being said, I've considered myself a liberal for a while now, and sometime in the last couple of years, I've noticed the same intolerance I experienced in church flourishing within our members fighting for liberty and justice for all.
Celebrities have been publicly shamed and attacked on social media. Professors have been fired from tenured positions. Books containing the reality of people's thoughts and ideas are being banned. Family and friends have been unfriended, ignored, and blocked, as though they hadn't ever been loved ones.
I expected more from people claiming to want to protect human rights.
When people believe they are being threatened, they are more likely to see the world in black and white, through a small, pin-hole sized lens. They are more likely to use aggressive language, make rash decisions, and hurt those they love in the name of self-preservation and self-empowerment.
While I support their fight for justice, I do not support intolerance of diverse perspectives -- the canceling, erasure, and punishment of ideas and beliefs. More specifically, I despise demonizing and dehumanizing people, even those I argue against, even those who spout words I deem ignorant and distasteful.
Why? Because I promised myself I would not be the person I once was, with the capacity to judge someone as less than myself, and I have every intention of keeping that promise. I didn't solely leave the church. I left narrow-mindedness, rigidity of thought, and the need for certainty.
I am a Hispanic, female, gender-queer, bi-romantic, demisexual, educated, geeky, middle-class, indebted millennial living in a state where racism, sexism, and phobias run rampant. I deeply understand the importance of fighting for freedom, safety, and equality. However, I am also logical enough to compute that if I'm advocating for tolerance, it makes no sense to be intolerant of my opposition. I've learned the importance of practicing what I preach. (For I could be the only bible one comes across.) And I know not to make acceptable a weapon I wouldn't want in the hands of my enemy. Simply put, I have figured intolerance will not breed tolerance. And I will most likely reap what I sow.
As Sirius Black said, "The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.”
Drop the labels for a minute. Look at your actions. You might find that your behavior is not so dissimilar from those you oppose. Didn’t a wise person once say that actions speak louder than words? Perhaps actions speak louder than labels as well.
My hope is that we start to see each other as people first, humans who are often doing our best and who often have good reasons for believing what we believe, not as enemies deserving public humiliation, silencing, life spent in Azkaban, or eternity spent in hell.
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Hanahaki
Chapter One, Part One
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Chapter One: Petals
How did it begin? Was it the day I met you on that hill? Or when we talked for the first time? Maybe it was way back when I could only see you through a screen, right? I am not so sure myself. About the day I began to like you. There is a brief answer that I think it was when you began to show me your love for the world. The days where I did not know you yet were dark. I remember those days being so dark and so lonely. I was distant from the world to a point I did not dare dream or hope for a light to guide me out of the dark. Yet there you were. My light. Coming into my life when I did not even think it possible. It was only because of you that I was able to see the beauty of the world again. What I once came to despise I learnt to love once more. You never knew it. I never told you. But I am grateful for that. Grateful for having you in my life. Sharing your passions allowed me to reclaim my own. How could I continue to hate them when you made them sound so lovely again? Music, books, films, hobbies. I was reborn, into a better person. You helped me reborn. I had admiration and respect for you always. Since the start. Although perhaps it was then that I began to develop feelings stronger than admiration for you. How could I have known that developing a small crush would later come to destroy me? I didn't. In the first year I got to know you as a person I was grateful to have a friend. Just two girls who shared so much similar interests. You were unlike anyone I had ever met. Nothing compared to the horrible people of my past. You were beyond their level. Better. I think to myself that perhaps the reason I became so attached to you was to continue having you by my side. To not lose the light I had finally gotten ahold of, afraid that if I did not hold on you would begin to disappear with the rest of the tiny stars in the sky. You stayed my moon. Shinning brighter and bigger. I cherished every moment together from the start. I noticed every small thing you did. How we both had no one to sit with on the first day of school and ended up sitting together for lunch. Only us two. I remember watching Jojo's Bizarre Adventure together at our lunch table because you introduced me to it. Your passion for this show and how it connected to your love for Rock music amazed me. I remember reading the funniest fan fiction we could find on the internet to each other. How we laughed so loud without a care what anyone around us thought. Since the start you always made me feel comfortable. I especially loved when you began to bring me snacks. The Madelline cookie you brought from home for me, just for me. Even when we began sitting with our group of friends, I knew I still had you. I liked to think that us meeting was destiny. How we were assigned to the same homeroom. I took it as a sign that we were something special. It is so stupid, I know. However, back then I really wanted to believe that we could become something. You made me believe we could have, right? When you wanted us to cosplay Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, knowing there were love interests. When I was not feeling okay mentally, and you kept calling me although it was so late at night, and you were supposed to be sleeping. Playing video games together and matching characters that were always shipped. Drawing hearts on my schoolwork. Letting me rest on your lap when I was tired. We even started giving each other nicknames. I liked when you acted this way with me. Even when you were only fake flirting. When I found out you did not do that with our other friends made me feel so special. Hell, we even watched adult content videos together. So tell me. How could I have not believed we were something? Also, the fact that you had been living 3 minutes away from me my whole life. Going to different middle schools but sharing the same campus. I did not know you yet and you did not know me, but we lived many of the same memories. So how could I have NOT believed we were something special? HOW?
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I've never been big on New Year's resolutions, mostly because they are always abandoned by mid-January. But this year, I have been doing alot of reflecting, and there is one area in particular that I will make a noticable difference. My sweet, precious father was diagnosed with Alzeheimer's over a year ago. Out of respect for his wishes, our family kept it quiet all this time. Due to noticeable impairment and increasing symptoms, he has decided that we needed to let friends in on his situation. Over the last year and a half - after I heard the doctor's words ringing in my ears while holding his hand -I have done more than my share of 'fit-throwing', questioning God, and whining and complaining. 'Why him' has come up in more convresations and prayers than I can count. If you know M.J. Carnes, then you know him to be the sweetest, most kind and loving person on earth. He loves God, and loves his family more than anything. He was born a 'problem solver' able to fix anything broken - from a car, appliance, piece of furniture - to a broken heart. When we got home from his diagnosis - (which he took in stride with a few jokes and smiles, of course) he went straight to his garage. A few minutes later I followed after him. I could tell he had been crying. I just hugged him and tried to be comforting even though I was dying inside. He pulled back and looked me in the eye and said, 'It isn't supposed to be like this'. Pointing back to the house, he said, 'I'm supposed to take care of her - not the other way around.' Tears welled up in both our eyes. 'It's okay, Daddy. You've got a lot of good years left, and none of us are promised tomorrow.' He held my hand and said, 'I know one thing: I know I'll never forget you.' I knew he meant that with all his heart. After all, I am his baby. I know I've let him down plenty, but of that fact - he is very proud. I've always been a Daddy's girl. I knew he meant it, but I responded with the only way I knew how: You can't make that promise to me, Daddy... but I can make it back to you. I'll never forget you............
I am drawing strength from a memory of him singing a song in church with his beautiful, clear - tenor voice. He is so overcome with emotion that his voice is broken, and big crocodile tears are bouncing off his nose....'Farther along, we'll understand why.....'
In 2012, I resolve to cherish every single minute with the greatest man I have ever known. My hero.... my dad.....
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The issue is I didn’t do anything wrong. I honestly don’t want to get back together with M at all. If nick would show up I’d be very happy with him but he’s not doing that. No one else is worth my time and I’d rather be alone. Every time I just try to hang out with someone it’s a whole outpouring.
I also realized especially over Xmas that he isn’t my friend. Friends call and care. He didn’t answer. I’ll stop calling and reach out to people who reciprocate. Word of the year. 2023. If you can’t reciprocate, if you think you are entitled, if for whatever reason I’m not getting what I need - I’m out immediately. I don’t have time this year to just like deal. And so I ask myself again. Is he helping you out? Paying your bills? Loving you? Cherishing you? (Nick, not mark)
When I look at my tattoo I think of Nick he has the matching one, not M even tho I have never told him otherwise. Still it’s like just admitting defeat. But I learned that if I don’t open myself up for new experiences then like I will stay stuck. So I do like on Tuesday…and that creeper was like wayyyyy too much. My neighbor is too much, Jon was like planning a wedding.
So when I’m looking at the behaviors of the people I dated in 2022 like I’m not letting that happen this year. I want respect. I will demand it. So the fact that she thinks I’d be some side bitch is hilarious. And she made him come. That I didn’t find out until he came back a second time…
But again I don’t want him. Now he will be a convicted felon. Like bye. But also we didn’t like hang out and do things. So like…I’m not sure what I am supposed to “stop doing” I didn’t call him, wasn’t asking him to do food or whatever like idk. But sure buddy that seems super healthy and good luck! I have more self respect than all that. At the end of the day it’s just embarrassing.
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