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[Cursed gifts AU]
Agústin: Alright, so if we run really fast....
Luisa: I'm using a walking stick to move around, how do you expect me to run?
Agústin:
Agústin: Oh...
#more au incorrect quotes to applease the gods of au and incorrect quotes#encanto#incorrect quotes#encanto au#agustin madrigal#luisa madrigal#cursed gifts au
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ACE BUTLER AU ACE BUTLER AU–
Red
Butler Ace x reader
“Yooo! Miss me already, Master?”
He leans onto the doorframe, arms crossed. A mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes. His lips slip upwards, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
A shake of your head, before you beckon him closer. He was always like this. A flippant attitude, impish grin stretched across his face. Ace treats you more like a friend then a master.
You wouldn’t prefer it any other way.
Pointing at the bed, you order him to to sit. He shrugs, plopping onto your bed with a huff. Leaning back, he regards you with a quizzical look.
“What do ya need, boss?”
Fingers trailing down cloth, you pull at the curtains, forming a partition of sorts. Slipping within, you toss your gloves at Ace’s face.
Hand shooting up, he manages to catch one. Unfortunately, the other glove finds its way onto his cheek, slapping him lightly. Stifling a laugh, you disappear within the curtains.
“Hold on to those for me, dear.”
You drawl, extra emphasis on the last word. You could see a vague dark shadow casted on the curtains, Ace sitting at attention. Gloves clutched tightly in his hands. A slight tilt of his head, urging you to hurry up.
Don’t keep him waiting.
How very imprudent. Who exactly was the master here?
The rustle of fabric, as you slip on your garments. Something new. You’ve been gifted this, from another prominent family. Perhaps an attempt to woo you. You do know there are a few eligible suitors from that family.
You never expected one to make a move so soon. The silk wrapped around your body, casting a rather flattering figure against the ground. Yanking at the threads, you hiss as the corset tightened. The pains people go through to look appleasing.
An audible groan could be heard outside. Ace’s voice ringing out:
“Are you done yet? I don’t have all day, Y’know!”
You bite back a retort, before shoving the curtains aside, arms akimbo. Revealing your new outfit to your butler. Raising both of your hands, you give him a half-hearted twirl, laughing sheepishly.
“How does it look?”
Ace froze, sitting there like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide open, blinking slowly in shock. A faint pink dusted on his cheeks, growing more and more intense by the second. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something. He apparently decided against it, firmly slamming his jaw shut.
Springing to his feet, Ace strides towards you, grabbing your sleeve. Bringing it up, he frowns at the embroidery. Golden thread, sewn into your suitor’s family crest. It shimmered on your sleeves, clear as day.
“It’s rather well made, is it not?”
Ace snorts, before dropping your sleeve.
“Shoddy work, if you ask me.”
Your finger reaches for his cheek, pressing into it playfully. You seize his cheek within your fingers, before you tug.
“Now, don’t be rude. They gifted me this to wear at the next ball. It’s rather well made, too.”
His eyes flicker up, scarlet red pupils staring into yours, panic apparent in his gaze. His hands find themselves on your shoulder, shaking lightly. You hardly had time to blink, before Ace stepped closer, his face barely a breath’s length apart from you.
“You’ll seriously wear this? They’ve literally branded you as their property! Look at the colours! The crest! ”
He paws roughly at the fabric. Gesturing wildly, he runs a hand through his hair, tousling his ginger locks. They fall back over his eyes, freshly ruffled. You fight the urge to run your fingers through those soft strands.
Taking a step forward, Ace’s arm snake around your waist, his foot squeezing in between your legs. With a heave, he has you leaning backwards, falling into his arm. You clutch at his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
A crooked smile, beaming with smug satisfaction. Sweeping you off your feet, he swings you around. A light hearted little dance, Ace’s arms around yours. You struggle to keep up, the clothes pinching you at every movement. Ace doesn’t let that stop you though, carefully twisting around your body , aiding you.
Once both of you are winded, he grabs your waist, before collapsing onto the bed, laughing away. You fall on top of his chest, ear pressed against his collarbone. His heartbeat, a rapid salsa. It beat against you, whispering secrets of love into your very skin.
You could listen to it all day.
“See? You can’t dance in that outfit. Better pick out that fancy red one you got awhile back.”
Shrugging, you jab a finger into his chest.
“Sure, but why red, Acey Wuecy?”
You coo.
A moment of silence, before Ace lifts a hand to his face. Shielding half of his face from view. Although it wasn’t too effective, not when his very ears were tinged pink.
“You… you look great in red, Master. Plus, it’s my colour!”
Nudging your jaw with his knuckles, he shoots you a sheepish grin, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips once more.
“Come on!
Do it for me, master.”
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#ace trappola#ace x reader#ace trappola x reader#twst ace#butler au#lucky potion 🔷#ACE CONTENT??? FROM ME????#who could have ever guessed
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My innocent heart how innocent you are
For whats the point of things in the end
Happiness Sadness Love Despair it is a thread of the same line
How I wonder why I walk this path Hurt and hurt time and time again yet I still want to applease this want
Doubts in my head appearing everywhere growing harder and harder to fight day by day
Without my sunlight giving me warmth and energy how long will I last
A decade, a year, a month i do not know For now atleast ill keep walking on
not only for me but for those hopes and dreams that will haunt and consume me one day
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My name is Park Seonghwa. When I was 6 years old I was to be sacrifice to applease a demon that lurks on my family property. For centuries, my family has appleased these demons and in reward my family was blessed with good fortune and most of all money. However, on the day of the final ritual, I ran with the help of my nurse maid and a darkness swallowed up the property like tsunami of, cursed my family and mostly myself.
I cannot sleep, when I do I am taken home where I am hunted by a troubled soul, an ancestor who wants to drag me back to complete the ritual. Blue and red ink snake deep in my skin, like her claws digging into my body. I hear them, I see them but most of all I feel them. I am haunted. They are all around me.
Park Seonghwa is the only survivor of a entire massacre of his family, found stumbling through a nearby town within the pouring rain and taken to Seoul. He was adopted by a kind family and the disaster of his family fell into a cold case. Today he attends Seoul University in a major of Photography. His family land vacant and covered in fog. Some venture there but never return. Moans, crying and screams sometimes can be heard from inside. Ghost hunters have described the condition as a loop. Constantly reliving the day the darkness came, but the spirits seem to be searching for someone, someone who is missing
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Light Observations as an Art Student in Quar
It’s strange being interested in art right now. With a great deal of the world (rightfully) panicked that they will be getting a potentially-deadly disease, it feels selfish to be wondering, “but what will happen to Art?” However, as it has it I’m an art student who was removed from her studio due to school closings, who wants to work in the field upon graduation, and I can’t help but be curious.
While art schools were closing and galleries were postponing events, there was speculation that corona would be great for creation. Quarantine was supposed to stimulate artists, with no shortage of uncertainty fueling creation.
Since quarantine has started, I have had little to do besides observe what has happened to the art world, and think on what all of this means for the status quo.
Observation 1: No one was ready for this, and inconsequentially so, especially not my college.
Back in March when higher education began to close, art students were deeply concerned about rounding out their semesters. There was a hesitation in the air, with students and faculty being left in the dark over plans for studio and equipment access.
Sub-observation 1: Art professors are notoriously bad with technology, and hate answering emails (Deeply challenging in an online course).
While online classes are a valiant effort by professors trying to salvage their curriculum, there is little to be said for the value of online art learning. Students were left without the equipment they are promised when enrolling in an art program.
Sub-observation 2: I am tired of people telling me it is exciting for me to be making work in this way, right now. Art is not making me feel excited, it is making me feel useless.
Imagine you’re a carpenter. You have all your necessary tools in front of you, and you are told to build a box. Suddenly, someone comes in and tells you it is not safe to stay in your woodshop. You may not re-enter the shop until we can guarantee it is safe, and we have absolutely no clue as to when that will be. You have some tools, but one of them breaks. You cannot go to the store, and the Amazon employees are striking. You do not cross the picket line. You decide not to search for tools.
Now, everyone is very excited for the carpenter. “Aren’t you so excited to make the box? No one has ever made a box under these conditions! We are in completely unprecedented times, you should be excited to make this box.”
The carpenter is not excited, they do not learn to make a box in these new circumstances, the carpenter instead spends the next two months learning to make sourdough.
Observation 2: Cancelling everything and creating a world where I have no schedule doesn’t make me want to fill my time with making art, it makes me want to binge Saw movies.
The halting of opportunity surrounding corona is not exactly the inspiration we were all waiting for. This void of creation is not as freeing to the artist as we hoped. In fact, according to some galleries, artists are having trouble making art at all.
With the world being separated by circumstance, there is a disconnect that has formed in the arts community. In the contemporary, collaboration between artists is huge. Artists inspire each other to make art, and become invigorated by each other to make new work.
Quarantine is the antithesis of community. With no one to tangibly share work with, there is little motivation to create. Art is inherently developed to be shared, and this sharing has been completely stunted.
Observation 3: I have no idea how bad anything is, still.
At times during quarantine it is hard to figure out exactly how dire things. Turns out, mass isolation is a big deal, life-altering really,and we are having a much harder time recovering from it than certain other emergencies of yore.
In an Art Basel panel discussion, Lisa Spellman, founder of 303 gallery in New York, describes the difference between how COVID-19 is affecting art versus previous tragedies. She describes the aftermath of 9/11, and how art communities responded in its wake. She described how public officials were begging galleries to continue to host events, to retain some sense of normalcy in the city. The thing that healed New York was the sense of togetherness which brought communities back together.
In this new type of tragedy, the arts are in the fourth and final phase of New York’s reopening plan. This choice makes sense, with art being low on the list of priorities for keeping anyone healthy. However, it does mean much longer of a wait time for our communities to be able to experience that same sense of togetherness.
Observation 4: I don’t like quarantine art.
Two months into the nationwide calls for self-quarantine, there have been a slew of works being made about staying at home. Some artists are photographing themselves bored in their living rooms; some are documenting empty streets, and storefronts with signs that say “closed due to COVID-19”. Honestly? I think it’s mostly boring.
Back in 2016, when Donald Trump was first elected to office, there was a light consensus that Trump would spur a quality increase in political satire. In a matter of months, there were men painting themselves orange and adorning blonde wigs on television screens across the world. A few months after that, seeing even the bonafide Trump face on television felt like a tired, cruel joke.
In a similar way to the Trump comedians of 2017, COVID-19 art has the potential to quickly grow stale. The work is simply too surface level to be sustainable. Though potentially therapeutic to view for a moment, the audience quickly moves on as they are unable to dig deeper into work that is only observational, with no punchline.
Plus, we all know what is going on, and a dozen photographs of empty streets aren’t going to make us feel any better about it.
Observation 5: I like Instagram more than I thought I did.
It has been a delight to watch everyone try to figure out how to transform their physical presence into shareable online content. Some have done great, others are struggling a bit, but I have enjoyed the growing pains. Something is nice about seeing formal institutions being forced to figure out Instagram live.
In order to not be left behind, online programs and workshops have been developed en masse by galleries across the US. Due to this, programs that used to be sheltered in galleries are now on view through Instagram stories. In a strange way, galleries are now creating more accessible content than ever.
This forced accessibility is the most groundbreaking thing the art sphere has managed in quarantine. One thing art spaces have always failed to grasp at is how to get the everyday person into their galleries. Art has simply never been commonplace in the mind of the working class, and is dismissed as high society nonsense. Which, honestly, holds true in the old way of doing things.
Suddenly, since no one can access anything, everyone can. Anyone is able to click through a digital gallery, with institutions as big as the MOMA putting their exhibitions online for free. It makes art attainable, with no cost or intense time investment, and no need to leave the house. Maybe now it is about putting it in front of the right (new) people, but it is certainly an improvement.
This shift in attainability is game changing, and should cause museums to think long and hard about returning to their old practices. Just because quarantine is lifting, does not mean everyone has the same ability to participate in art spaces. Accessibility to a general public is something artists and galleries have been striving for for years. We are now, in a bizarre way, the closest we have ever been to that goal, and it would be a shame to see galleries reopening be the thing that shuts people out.
Closing Observation: I am not sure if the novel coronavirus will be good or bad for art but I am not even certain if that matters if we all perish.
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all things said, if kaz and inej do anything other than hold hands im busting down to the writer’s room and drop kicking whoever disregarded their trauma and relationship development
#shadow and bone#the grisha trilogy#the grishaverse#six of crows#kanej#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#look i want them ‘together’ as much as the next guy#but they’re the slowest slow burn in history for a reason#and they dont NEED to touch to be a good couple/ship#im just praying they dont push them through it quickly just to applease new fans#or tv fans#or just people expecting sex scenes#that aint what this is about chief#go home
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Venus through the houses (what they find sensual) Pt:2
Venus-“it rules over our sense of touch, and smell, and taste and the; who, what, and how we like to be touch or what makes or stimulates us sensually. In a Man’s chart it also describes the type of Partner he want to commit to, or finds Beautiful, and in a woman’s chart it describes where she likes to be touch, her erotic zones or “Hot Spots” or “Pleasure Points”. Venus in a bad aspect will illuminate the challenges to one’s sensuality and desires.” “It describes the types of energy, circumstance or situation as well as persons an individual finds attractive, beautiful or attracts.” Venus rules ears, eustachian tubes, cheeks, chin, lips, gums, tongue, taste buds, neck, throat, esophagus, vocal cords, alimentary system, thyroid gland, thymus gland, kidneys, fat tissue, skin, pores, hair follicles, senses, female anatomy. Venus also rules the bodily fuilds.
Venus in the 7th house
Venus in the 7th house or Libra natives may be charming, magnetic, and agreeable may like someone who is as well. Liking a partner who is charming, affectionate, witty, friendly, charismatic. You could live for relationships or connecting with others. Harmony could be important to you, so it may be unlikely you will attempt to dominate a lover. You are a peacemaker, sometimes going to great lengths to achieve a balanced, harmonious relationship. Having a atmosphere that is set in the right mood. Sensual scents, cuddles, candles, good music. Could find pleasure in spooning and being spooned. Liking someone who can talk about anything and everything. May like someone who is loyal, sincere, funny, and witty. As well as caring, kind, and adventurous. Someone who makes them feel safe. May enjoy pleasing their partner, but the key is balance and like for the pleasing to be returned. The hips and lower back may be erogenous zones for you, or they may be appleasing areas to you. Being aesthetically inclined could like lingerie. May enjoy getting kisses or kissing on the lower back, lumbar region sensitive, the buttocks as well. Pillow talk. Experimenting. Back scratches and massages on lower back.
Venus in the 8th house
Venus in the 8th house or Scorpio natives may want intensity and passionate; in a real genuine commitment. Growing, in-depth conversations, and being introspective. Letting go and feeling free. Giving and receiving in life. Watching movies, in particular maybe the psychological, thrillers, drama/romance, and documentaries. Physical expressions of love and passion have a restorative influence for your spirit. Exploring the occult, mysterious, astrology, and taboo. Probably like some loyal, devoted, introspective, and charmastic. Could attract intense and passionate partners or people. May prefer intensity and and depth in a relationship. Erotic desires. Eye contact. Variety that can spice things up. Fallacio or cunnilingus may be enjoyable. Stroking of the skin and neck kissess. Could be attracted to taboo, hidden, forbidden.
Venus in the 9th house
Venus in the 9th house or Sagittarius may like laughing and having short and deep conversations with others; partners, etc. Having a carefree, easygoing, and fun time. Taking long trips and having new experiences. Traveling and learning different languages. Attracted to exclusive experiences. Expanding their mind and opportunities. May like someone who is funny, honest, courageous, optimistic, sweet, and adventurous. Might like someone who makes the first move or just upfront. You could be attracted to, or tend to attract, people from a different cultural, country, or background. Probably value freedom and adventure in partnerships. Someone with a refreshing childlike frankness. Liking a partner who is fun, humorous, and intelligent. The hip and thighs can be pleasure zones. Kisses on the thighs and hips. May like v-lines. Fallacio and cunnilngus. Buttocks may be a sensual area as well. Could enjoy being sensual, spontaneous, free, and open with partner. Flirting.
Venus in the 10th house
Venus in the 10th house or Capricorn natives could enjoy getting work done and achieving their goals. Straightforwardness, spontaneity, consistency, and security. Probably like someone intelligent, spontanous, consistant, sensual, and witty. They also enjoy secrecy and discretion and are normally private. Being successful. Often attracted to strong and powerful lovers who show authority on some level. May like someone who takes time to take care of themselves, loyal, patient, humorous, and honest. Love getting touched; a relaxing massage. May have power plays or control in relationships. Could be power play friendly. May enjoy dom and sub. Eroctism. Being catered to and catering. Tenderness and tenaciousness. Receptive to all kinds of physical contact. Running hands up and down legs. Could enjoy role play. Finds games of control and authority in sexual encounters sensual.
Venus in the 11th house
Venus in the 11th house or Aquarius natives may value having a friendship before relationship. Likling mental stimualtion, sharing interest and ideas with others. Conversating and enjoying self with like minded people. Making new connections and freedom. You have unique and unconventional qualities may like a partner who does as well or who is different. Could like someone with a strong personality or the exact opposite; ex: sporty and extroverted or chill and introverted. Probably like someone whose talkative and understanding. A mental and spiritual connection. May like someone humorous, respectful, sarcastic, unique, and intelligent. Could enjoy dirty talk/pillow talk. Calves and ankles can be the erogenous zones for you, or look appeasing to you. Enthusictic about trying new things. Experimental.
Venus in the 12th house
Venus in the 12 house or Pisces may like having deep conversations with others. Romanticism and passion. Being affectionate, open, and loving. Enjoying music, dancing, and spirituality, can enhance experiences. Luxuries, desires, and delights. Emotional vulnerability and being open with people they feel comfortable with. Things mysterious or hidden. May like visiting museums or just admiring art specifically sculptures and paintings. Intimacy is big here. Liking someone adventurous and intelligent. May like a partner who is quirky, creative, sensitive, humorous, romantic, and sensual. Solitude and private time to get away and enjoy self. Having deeper connections with others. Normally willing to please. They’re highly romantic and emotional, but also a bit shy and withdrawn. Could like feeling wanted or chased. May like someone quirky, intelligent, compassionate, supportive, and caring. Could enjoy Tantra and yoga. Erotic desires. Fallacio and cunnilngus. Being adaptable to others desires. The feet or hands may be a pleasure zones. Massages and touching. Being touched not just physically but within the mind.
#venus in the houses#venus in libra#venus in the 12th house#venus in the 8th house#astrology#astrolgy#astro observations#7th house#8th house#9th house#10th house#11th house#12th house#venus signs#venus in scorpio#venus in sagittarius#venus in aquarius#venus in capricorn#venus in pisces#astro#astrological signs
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I feel like we're watching different shows. the only episode I felt like it wasn't sam centric was the 3rd one and that I can comprehend because at the end of the day there are two people in the title but the other 3 have definitely been sam centric. he's the one who's gotten more screen time, I agree that we need to see him showing other emotions but also in the last episode we saw him getting angry. I must say I dont agree with the last paragraph,almost everyone of us loved that talk with karli
Let me explain what I mean by good character development. As of now, we have not gotten good character development from Sam. I’ll do that by comparing him to Bucky and Walker.
Bucky is a man who is in the midst of healing from his traumatic past as the Winter Soldier. He does so by doing both healthy(therapy) and potentially unhealthy methods( befriending the father of the son he killed to applease his guilt). He decides to go with Sam on his mission and while doing so, he has to confront more of his demons in the form of Zemo. In order to fool the crowd, Bucky had to pretend to be the Winter Soldier and while doing so, potentially ruining some of the progress he has made over the years. As the mission goes on, Bucky completely abandons the list of rules he must abey by, and he ends up seriously harming and possibly killing some of the people he is fighting.
Walker is introduced as an experience soldier who has been given the title of Captain America, something he takes seriously and wants to live up to in any way he can. While following Sam and Bucky, he becomes exposed to people he has never dealt with before, which are people with super human abilities. His weakness against these super soldiers becomes a sore spot for Walker because as much as he wants to be the hero, he can not go toe to toe with these super soldiers. This new insecurity and the former avengers disregard of him, causes him to become more quick to anger and act more irrationally. Walker gets hold of a serum and sees the potential to become someone like the original Captain America, someone who is capable. He chooses to take the serum after fighting against the superior but still fully human, Dora Milaje. Walker physical weakness, to him, goes against what a Captain America should be. To Walker, Captain America is the kind of hero who can face any challenge and save lives, and he cant save lives if he cant go against the best human fighters. After taking the serum and being confronted with the death of his best friend, Walker allows his insecurities and anger to overtake him and kill a pleading man in broad daylight..
Sam Wilson choses to give up the shield up due to his own conflicting feelings on America and what the shield represents. He is sent out on another dangerous mission and during this mission, he teams up with Bucky. Sam fights the bad guys who are super soldiers. Bucky decides to help break out Zemo, which Sam begrudgingly goes along with it. Sam is there as support, keeps Bucky under control, and tries to solve the conflict without violence. Now what the difference with Sam and Bucky and Walker? Sam, as of now, hasn’t had any development. He hasn’t had any development because he has not had to face anything that actually challenges him. Yes, Sam is put on another dangerous mission, but that isn’t anything new for Sam. Even if you just watch TFAWT and not the pervious movies, in the beginning it shows Sam on a dangerous mission as he tries to rescue some men from terrorists. There isn’t anything about this new mission that is made to specifically challenge Sam. It difficult as any of his past missions, but it not personally difficult. We see the same Sam that we saw on episode one and guys, that is REALLY problematic.
Note how Bucky not only had to confront Zemo, but he also had to pretend to be the winter soldier, confront the traumas of his past, and anger the very people who helped him out of this state by releasing Zemo, and potentially severing ties with the people who had his back. Note how these were all very personally challenging for Bucky and see how as the story progresses, Bucky evolves with it. Walker is faced with becoming the new captain america, fighting an enemy that is far beyond normal human capabilities for the first time, and dealing with the insecurities that come with his unfamiliar helplessness in this situation. What exactly has Sam been challenge with? Sam has been able to skirt any development because everything is familiar to him already. Dangerous gunfights and battles, yep, Sam been involve in it. Sam uses his skills as a veteran therapist to calm down Bucky and hopefully lead Karli to a more humane way to voice her grievances. What has specifically challenge Sam throughout this storyline? Nothing has, as of yet. This is why Sam is falling flat to me( and a lot of other people too if you pay attention to who people are actually talking about when it comes to this series). This shouldn’t be for the titled character. This is how you get a boring character.
Bucky actions have reactions. He deals with the consequences and he is growing as a result. He is moving the story along and progressing along with it. Bucky is the main character. He has progressed well in all four episodes. Sam has only had 2 good episodes, than he been stagnant for the rest. It was Bucky who decided to break out Zemo on episode 3. it is Bucky who had to confront his demons on episode 3. Sam used his awesome social skills to calm Bucky down and made a promised to Sharon, but nothing happened in episode 3 that actually challenged his character. In episode 4, Sam does what he usually does. He talks to Karli. Yeah, that's good and all, but it still not a challenge for his character. It is more of the same. If Sam doesn't face anything that actually challenges him personally, than he will continue to remain a one note side kick character like in the previous movies.
Just because a character has a personality, does not make them a developed character. Imagine the Lord of the Rings, but Frodo doesn’t go through anything challenging at all and he stays the same person from the start of the series, to the end. Imagine a Harry Potter where it just Harry going to Hogwarts with nothing happening at all, and Harry is the exact same person from the start of the year to the last. That is Sam right now. That is so many fictional black characters actually. They can make a black character with personality but when it comes to good character development, all of sudden they don’t know how to do it.
As far as his talk with Karlie, I’m just going to agree to disagree. The girl is a terrorist who blew up a building full of people. Why try to negotiate when the only future for her legally would be behind a jail cell? I would agree with you if she hadn’t of killed people, but she did. What, was Sam going to let her go if she chose to go a different path? It doesn’t make sense narratively speaking. Karlie has already reached the point of no return by killing people, so why would she be open to talking it out?
#sam wilson#sambucky#tfawts#the falcon and the winter solider spoilers#Bucky Barnes#stackie#marvel#captain america#the falcon and the winter soldier
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heylo! love your work! for the ask game, if you feel so inclined: 😈👨👩👦💭
Hiii ♥
😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?
I'd say that my writing attracts readers who enjoy the same things I do (which is amazeballs :D There were a few cries of "How dare you smack me with such sudden angst!" in 45 Decibels but that's about it.
👨👧👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?
It's not a conversation opener but if I see the person isn't going to react negatively I might mention it. I willingly told my cousins who are avid fanfic readers, and a girl in my mineralogy class who saw me banging out Regulus Didn't Die For This during the lecture and asked (she was a Snape-lover).
I told my mom because of a sort-of-kind-of argument last year. She was unhappy with how much time I spent on my phone/laptop (a common occurrence), so to applease her I started writing in one of my many notebooks instead (I'll add pics below later) which only made her curious about what I'm scribbling about all day long. I ended up just throwing Catgulus!AU at her and storming out to pet the ponies because the anxiety was unbearable. My English is "too advanced" for her so she didn't read it whole. Then she asked me why I don't write original fiction, and if I don't want to write and publish a book because having hobbies is not allowed unless you monetise them *eyeroll*
💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
Regulus wearing Sirius' heir ring around his neck happened in both I Pledge My Loyalty and To Reach A Port We Must Set Sail, so that would be one I guess... You can also always assume Regulus is besties with House Elves. And that Evan Rosier is a sweetheart and a foodie.
Thank you for the questions anon! ♥
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I'll watch you burn down these vows that we made
Jewelry was pretty popular. Who doesn't love shiny rings or bracletes? So when an unwnown trader stood upon Encanto, selling them, some Madrigals couldn't miss the chance. Especially considering how cheap it was
Visitors in Encanto were something unusual, the village was locked for years, not letting anyone in. So even when the mountains had cracked, seeing anyone new was an extremely huge event.
Dolores heard enough noise to know that something interesting was going on. And she loved to be nearly the center of things. As she focused a bit more, she found out that some people were discussing a new piece of jewelry.
As she finally reached the outskirts, she found a bustling crowd gathering around the new selling stands. Most likely some traders passed nearby and got inside of Encanto.
Mirabel was already here, along with Isabela who was busy being her usual mess, the younger girl had probably gone to meet these people earlier. Or, as Dolores realized a couple of minutes later, just one man.
"What's happening?" Dolores whispered, getting just behind Mirabel. Her cousin winced in surprise, turning her head around.
"Oh, just some new goods!" Mirabel waved at the table filled with jewelry. The gold plate was shining in the bright sunlight.
Isabela laughed loudly and as Dolores looked at her older cousin, she noticed new round earrings that she wore wore. Probably made out of emerald or something like that. "Hey, Dolly, look at these. It's cacti colored."
Dolores chuckled, covering her face as she shook her head. How did Isa manage to involve a cactus in anything at all?
It seemed like expensive stuff. All golden, decorated with carved gemstones. Dolores couldn't get her eyes off such a beautiful decoration at this moment.
She had some money. Encanto was usually using gold and it turned out to be a huge money beyond the mountains. So maybe she could afford something simple.
Her gaze traveled against the stand, examining what she could get. Painted rings and earrings, shiny bracelets, pendants on silver chains. Dolores' eyes stopped at one of these. A golden heart with a dark gomed placed inside. And, how wonderfully, just her color! She bit her lip unsurely, taking the bijouterie. Also ignoring Luisa's loud steps directed right here
"I think it really fits you, señora," Trader nodded to her politely, but it was most likely just an attempt to make her buy it. A classic technique. "Just so you know, I'm here just for today." Okay, it worsened the choice. If anything, she thought to go by a few days later and have some time to think about this
However, it actually seemed to be really nice. So maybe Dolores should try this out. She briefly ignored her cousins' talk where Mirabel explained the whole situation to Luisa.
The tallest girl had chosen one of the wide cuff bracelets, replacing her usual rag ones with strong steel. Dolores also put on a noticed coulomb. Well, it actually blended with her normal set so it wouldn't hurt to have a new one. She hadn't bought anything new in a while, so an idea of having something new was pretty appleasing.
Mirabel seemed to twirl in her hand one of those rings with a big tanzanite on it, unsure if she should buy this or not, before the older girls had collectively said that she definitely should. No one would mind if she spent her money on something to herself.
The rest of the day had been just as normal as any other day. The family had commented on them. Camilo scoffed, muttering that they were girls.
In the evening, Dolores was about to change. She pulled the shiny chain to get this off. But it didn't bulge, the chain seemed to be firmly stuck in place. The young woman pulled stronger, feeling slightly worried, this wasn't normal in any possible way, the cold metal suddenly started to feel as if it was glued to the gentle skin on her neck.
"What the heck?" She muttered under her breath, desperately trying to push her fingers through the gold and her bronze skin.
"Oh, I wouldn't waste my energy if I was you." Lores winced at the unknown deep voice, she had never heard anyone quite like that. As she looked up, her eyes widened in shock. Right upon her bed floated a giant one-eyed creature, it somehow resembled Dolores, looking alike. But at the same time, whatever it was, it didn't look human in the normal sense of this word. More like a drawing that had been smudged or washed out with water.
Whatever was going on, Dolores felt that she had just gotten into a huge trouble.
In hindsight, taking some strange jewelry from a stranger at an incredibly low price wasn't a good idea at all.
#encanto#ao3 author#fanfic#dolores madrigal#encanto au#what the hell is going on#i have no idea what i'm doing
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The wait for the train to return from Eleven was interminable, and during it, she seriously considered quitting her job, faking her death, and moving to the Wilds to start over. She could make it. She’d always been resourceful. And it might be better than facing her mother, someone who had been dead for all but a few days of her life, someone who she had never thought she’d see again.
Somehow, through it all, she had never imagined they would bring Apple back. Now it seemed like an oversight that she hadn’t considered the possibility. Apple was so loved, she was famous, of course they’d bring her back. Of course they’d trot her out again to die.
She had already mentally packed a bag and sent a ‘goodbye forever’ text to Arthur when the train from Eleven finally arrived. She received an alert on her phone; most of the tributes were here. Apple was here.
Her mother was 18 years old. When Colette was 18, she had been getting drunk, climbing fences, making mistakes, studying at university — that had been eleven years ago.
She grabbed a muffin from the coffee shop. She didn’t know why she was doing it or what kind of fucking peace offering it was. What did you get your mother who had been dead your whole life, who was now eleven years younger than you, and headed into an Arena you’d created? What was an appropriate gift, an appropriate greeting?
When the elevator doors opened on the Eleventh floor, she called out, “Is anyone here?” It wasn’t a good greeting, but then nothing would be. She felt caught in a hell she had created for someone else.
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It felt like there was nowhere he could go in the Tower to be completely free of everyone. On his breaks, he found himself spending more time walking around looking for a spot alone than he did actually sitting and being alone. He was getting more familiar with the Tower than ever before. On the opposite side of the large building from headquarters, he found himself walking down a half-lit hallway that seemed mostly quiet and let his curiosity get the better of him as he opened a closed door. It wasn’t until he stepped inside that the lights flicked on, revealing what looked like hundreds of old, outdated victor portraits leaning against walls or poking out of giant files. He’d barely taken a few steps when he saw a shadow start to blend with his. “What the fuck...” he muttered, music blasting so loud through his headphones he didn’t even realize the other person probably heard him.
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Amphora hadn’t slept very well. She was awoken by her own movements, her own thoughts, her own growling stomach, and more than anything, her own bright light. Maybe if everything else wasn’t so barren, it would’ve been easier to ignore the glow of her own suit. She kept twitching awake, quickly scanning the area for any sign of a flash of red. She feared she might see it too late, and her confidence in her ability to survive would vanish as quickly as her own life.
She was fully awake and hardly rested before the sun rose. With some light aside from her own clothes now, though, she felt more confident in moving away from the booth she’d been curled up behind. Unsure where else to go, she found herself walking in the direction of a mountain that was clearly breaking through the clouds in the distance. She was thirsty and she hoped that there might be at least a water source near it if she could reach it.
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“You know, I have always had a sweet tooth,” Calix said by way of introducing his next guest, “and it’s a good thing that the lovely Apple Ferris is here! Now, Apple, last time you were on this stage you were quite pregnant.” He held his hand about a foot in front of his own stomach. “Is your experience here different now that you’re not expecting?”
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In Defense of Zoom
I recently attended a virtual closing of It’s A Woman’s World, an exhibition at The Women’s Art Gallery, owned by the Cincinnati YWCA. The gallery had an exhibition set to open on March 13, 2020, consisting of selections by local and regional Cincinnati artists from the collection of Sara Vance Waddell.
Due to the world circumstances that we are all familiar with, the exhibition never opened. In order to circumvent the exhibition from never being seen, Sara Vance and the curator, Ena Nearon, teamed up to host the virtual closing. The event on Facebook was called “The Closing That Never Opened”.
On Friday, I joined a Zoom call with around fifteen people, consisting of the curators, the artists, and various patrons. First the curator and the collector spoke about the theme of the exhibition, then each of the present artists were able to discuss their work. Images of work were screen-shared so patrons could visualize the exhibition.
It was a lovely way to spend an evening, relaxing in my room getting to know artists and hearing them discuss their work. The true charm coming from the inherent strangeness of these virtual events. They’re awkward, and suffer under the brute hand of art historians who can’t differentiate a tweet from a remote controller. They show mistakes, and they show a human side to people who are typically well-organized and composed.
The question really becomes, “Is this strangeness a bad thing?” And honestly, no, it's a step in a positive direction.
I have written before about how online exhibitions and events increase accessibility. Artists and organizers are constantly pining for this, with an obsession with getting the “everyday person” into galleries.
I was able to attend this event sitting in bed while drinking a six pack. I did not have to walk or drive to a destination to see the exhibition. I did not have to socialize with anyone directly, or even get dressed. All I needed was a computer, and if I didn’t have one, I could’ve used my phone.
There are people who have interest in art that struggle to go out and see exhibitions, for anything from physical to mental health concerns. There are people who cannot enter buildings due to limited wheelchair or elevator access. There are those who are exhausted after a day of work who don’t have the time or energy to see an exhibition. There are those who feel anxiety walking into unfamiliar galleries alone, or those who have depression and may be unable to leave the house.
It’s hard to make time to see art, especially with smaller galleries. However, this form of exhibition viewing eliminates that. As long as you have internet access, you are able to see an exhibition while sitting in your home. I am aware it is not a solution for everyone, but it’s infinitely more accessible than the limitation of in-person exhibitions.
On a side note, during the summer it can be very hard for me to leave the house due to personal health issues. If this exhibition was not virtual, I simply wouldn’t have gone to see the work. I was able to attend from the comfort of my room, without anyone having to see me, which increased my attendance likelihood exponentially.
What is also palpable from these Zoom sessions is a sense of openness that I am unaccustomed to seeing from the art world. Opening and closing events tend to feel formal and well-planned, with art patrons that all seem overly accustomed to taking up space in a gallery. There is a haphazardness to technology that has brought out humanity in places where it is usually void.
Video-chatting at all is awkward in its nature, and it has been tickling to see my peers figure this out on the fly. Since it’s something usually done from home between friends, it denotes intimacy rather than professionalism. I listened to three of the artists from the exhibition discuss their work from the comfort of their own living room. It did not feel like artists talking to their patrons, but rather like chatting with a pal about something they made. It was close and cozy, and broke down a lot of barriers that are in place at a traditional event.
This personal aspect shifts focus to the art. Gallery openings tend to be over glorified parties and networking events, not necessarily a time to admire art. It’s a party, a place to drink free wine, not a place to admire the labor of the participating artists.
I cannot tell you how beautiful it is to see fifteen art patrons on a screen, three of them frozen due to connection issues. One of them is screaming, asking how Zoom works while the moderator scrambles to figure out how to mute their microphone. It’s awkward, it’s funny, and it puts everyone on an equal playing field. There are no special screens or podiums for organizers or artists, it is just fifteen people sitting in this strange unexplored virtual space that forces art historians to learn about computers. It makes these spaces feel more human and inviting, with all of us along for the ride to figuring out how to navigate the new normal.
In my opinion, we should consider this format long after galleries re-open.
Of course not everything has to be online after the pandemic ends. It will be exciting to see art patrons all in one place again. I don’t hate art openings, I love a good party, and I am so excited to get back to that.
However, if the cries from the art world about making spaces more accessible are true, then it would be a mistake to go back to form. The art world is inherently exclusionary, with art being a luxury little have ability to purchase let alone appreciate. We do not have to exclusively have online events, but there needs to be a balance. Galleries have the ability to stream artist talks for free, share images of their exhibitions online for the world to view, and stop upkeep stale and unnecessary barriers.
To not think of the everyday person when the world reopens is to admit that galleries were never interested in making these changes. We are at the most interconnected time in all of human history, and the fact that these inclusive options are only being explored now, when it affects the able-bodied, is ridiculous.
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