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yuellii · 5 months

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“ ooo, you wanna kiss me so bad! ” — furina / gn reader

There was something about the way this was easily the happiest she’s felt since she left the Palais.

It was mostly endearing, really (at least, she hoped it was), that you brought her mouthfuls of macarons and cake to stuff into her face like a woman starved of such a delicacy; though, she can’t help but plead a tad of gracelessness from the way she lived her life nowadays, barren of luxury in this small apartment.

She squealed happily, even so. “Oh, how I miss the Palais’ cooking!” she reveled in delight.

“Well, when you’ve been consuming nothing but macaroni these days, Lady Furina…”

“What?” she almost snarls defensively. Her cheeks flare red in embarrassment. Perhaps you didn’t fancy the bare basic, messy life she was showing you now… “Macaroni is good!”

You moved carefully, her eyes following your hands as they poured her more tea. “It is, my lady,” you didn’t deny. “But I can’t imagine you going a day, much less weeks, without something sweet for dessert.”

She almost crumbles from humiliation from that. Though you ( probably, she once again hopes ) did not mean your words in any insulting magnitude, there was no denying the shame she felt prickling at the corners of her eyes, nor the sharpness welling at the back of her throat. It was purely mortifying to have someone as special you think of her that way—her, as some spoiled, immature, strictly-sweet dieted bratty archon.

“Well…” she stutters out. She notices as your movements suddenly hesitate—perhaps there was something in her voice you’ve never heard before.

( And there was, truthfully so. There was a inkling of disappointment stemmed from a certain sadness you’d never imagine to hear from the all-magnificent, all-showcasing Furina de Fontaine. )

“Well, what you’re imagining is the archon you once knew,” she simply concluded, albeit quietly so. “Not me.”

There is a silence that ensues for just a moment; and curse her tendency to overthink, for now she was sweating over the way you thought of her. Perhaps it will finally hit that you pretty much knew nothing of her at all, and maybe then, you’d leave her alone. But she prayed that didn’t happen—once she’s gotten a taste of your company, she couldn’t quite let that feeling of companionship go. And… whatever other feelings came alongside it. But she could ignore that part of it, for now.

“That’s…” you started, and she tensed visibly, “true.” You pick up a red colored macaroon. It’s raspberry flavored. “I don’t know you, but I’d like to think that Furina also has a liking for sweets, if that is correct?”

She almost shivers when you say her name. No title, no formalities, just… her name. It sounds sweeter than the treat in your hand.

What more when you lift up the macaroon so delicately between your fingertips, and when your body leaned in. Her breath is practically caught in her throat when you press the edge of the macaroon gently between her lips, and it takes all of her brainpower just to open her mouth to bite it. Oh Archons, you just fed her… so improperly, too, like as a friend rather than a servant. She can feel her heart hammering painfully at her chest as her mind is screaming when her lips accidentally brush against your thumb—why is the surface area of this macaroon so small?!

Feeling embarrassed once more, she quickly snatches the rest of the bitten macaroon out of your hands so she can take the second and final bite on her own.

“Just Furina who still likes sweets…” she pondered aloud after chewing. “That’s… That’s right!” She brightly smiles to herself, “As I am a common civilian of society now, I know not to waste food on the table!” She talks quickly to attempt at quelling the redness on her face, though she does not know how well that is working. Her eyes frantically scan the table for any hopes of a conversation diversion, and they land on the plated cookies right in front of you. “And in any case, you look like you aren’t interested in eating, anyways—can I have your cookies?”

“All yours,” you wave off, and she visibly grows excited as her hand darts out in front of you. “Just don’t take the shortbread— Furina!”

She grabs the only shortbread cookie left on the platter with a force so strong it almost breaks it in half. And all the while, there is a sparkling mischief in her eyes. She knew this brand of shortbread cookies were your favorite—and she watched as they were the only thing you’ve been eating this whole time. And to make matters more infuriating? You knew she didn’t even like them!

Now, Furina definitely did not expect you to be so passionate about your shortbread to the point where you would dive forward to collide with her body, and reach your hand to grab the cookie before she put it in her mouth. Even as she sat up, there was a certain childish silliness in your expression that you’d never shown her before—one that made her heart throb so painfully hard she… accidentally comepletely ate the cookie she was supposed to only tease you with.

Oops.

“Furina!” you whined, visibly pouting as you leaned back. “I was saving that one!”

And here she was, sitting completely flustered ( and maybe a little lovestruck ) at your exchange. So, she does the only thing she knows how to: she talks.

“First you feed me,” she begins to blabber. “Then you try to steal a cookie that was already in my mouth—” Where was she going with this again? She thinks she might be staring at your lips a little too long right now; she lost her train of thought. “Your fixation on my lips means you want to kiss me, oh my Archons!”

She looks away once your expression changes, not wanting to deal with that just yet.

“You want to kiss me sooo bad, you look stupid trying to—”

…

“If you could just shut. Up.”

…You just kissed her. The words you just said, so deeply mean and informal, did not even register; because before you even said them, you just kissed her. Mouth agape, she feels sick—Did that really just happen? Did you really just—?

“Furina?” you called, shaking her shoulder from the side. “Furina, are you okay?”

“You idiot!” she yelled, turning and grabbing both your hands in hers. The color red was washed all over her face, coating her entire expression in flushed embarrassment as she stuffed the warmth of her face in your balled hands. “That was my first kiss, you’re so mean!”

She couldn’t even think right now, heart pounding wildly against her lungs as her mind searched—searched to remember the feeling of your lips against hers. Oh good Gods, she felt sick. Sick, and starved, and desperate, and delusional, and downright drowned in her own doom. This was so humiliating. She kind of just wanted to die in front of your hands right now.

“You’re the one who stole my cookie, and then kept teasing me!” you exclaimed back, freeing your hands to gently grab her face between them. She pouted into your hold, eyes closed before they could brim with tears from embarrassment. “If kissing you made you stop—?!”

Two could play at that game when Furina herself leaned in now to kiss you, leaving your hands hanging in the air behind her as her own hands moved to secure your face against hers, not letting you move.

A muffled ��Furina—!” draws from your lips before she dives back in to her kiss, shutting you up completely just as how you did to her.

It’s pretty effective. She thinks she likes this way of getting you to be quiet.

this is my girlfriend she loves mac and cheese 👍 i’m really not the best with silly funny stuff like this but i tried </3 in the future, i really want to write furina in my style ! // not proofread

🕰️ // @definitelynotaneulasimp @ryuryuryuyurboat @naraven <3

#furina x reader #furina x you #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin women x reader #furina x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin x gender neutral reader #furina

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doudouneverte · 9 months

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Secret Wife?

a/n: let's start this world cup with a little thing...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Fridolina Rolfo x NORWNT!Reader: NORWNT + SWEWNT x Reader

Summary: You have a secret realtionship with a certain Swedish player and you come out public after her final against Wolfsburg

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 2154

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Opposites attract each other; that is what a lot of people say. In your case, it was totally true. You married a woman who was your opposite in every aspect, even the professional one, Fridolina Rolfö. You both play football, but since you first met at a professional level, you have never played together.

You faced her for the first time in your first season in the Swedish league; she played for Linköping and you for Rosengråd. It was surprising how quickly you became friends after your first match and more a few months later. Except for some teammates, nobody knew about you two; they just assumed you were good friends because you didn't show too much in public, but that didn't mean you weren't there for her. To be honest, you were her number-one fan. Always here when she played, not so far from Malmö, and always cheered for her.

Then 2017 came, and you both received an offer to play for a different championship, the Frauen Bundesliga. It was a great opportunity, but you were a little sad when you learned that Fridolina wouldn't play with you again because she chose Bayern München, where you chose to play for Frankfurt. Even if you were always enemies on the pitch, when you were off, nothing could be better than when you asked her to be your wife one season after she moved to Wolfsburg.

After three years in Germany, you left the country to join one of your favorite clubs when you were younger, Real Madrid. Your first season, even if it had been interrupted, was very great, and you were ready for the next part of history until your wife joined your rivals, FC Barcelona.

Two wives playing for two rival clubs but also playing for two different countries, and that leads us to this day. A friendly game opposing Sweden and Norway—honestly, you loved this type of match; you always found her very attractive when you played against her, but it was on another level when she wore her national colors.

You were in the locked room, preparing yourself for the match in a few minutes, when your phone buzzed next to you. It was a text from Frido. A few moments later, you were so focused on your conversation with your blonde girl that you didn't notice that everyone was waiting for you for a captain's speech. Maren Mjelde cleared her throat, but you just giggled, visibly whatever the Swedish said was more interesting than this.

"You giggle like a schoolgirl," Ada Hegerberg commented, and you finally looked at your teammates.

"Oh, shut up, Hegerberg," you replied, rolling your eyes. "So, are you finally ready?" you dared to ask.

"Are we....?" Guro Reiten repeated a little offended "I swear I'll..." She didn't have time to finish before she got interrupted by Maren.

"We were actually waiting for you." the defender said, and you looked at everyone.

"Oh sorry. So let's go," you said, standing up and extending your arm, waiting for them to form a circle to start your usual speech.

In the other locker room, the Swedish team was impatient to play—a certain player more than others. "You looked excited." Magda commented, and Frido looked at her, confused.

"Yes, I mean, aren’t you?" Your wife asked.

"Yes, of course I am; I like to play against Guro even if I prefer to play with her." the captain replied.

"I totally understand you; it’s really cool to play with Ingrid, but I don't like to play against her, even if it’s fun," the forward said.

"Oh, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you were talking to Y/n." Kosovare commented.

"What do you mean?"

"We saw you glued to your phone when Magda was doing her usual captain's speech. Great speech, by the way." Zećira said this time getting a little ‘thank you’ from her Chelsea teammate.

"I think it’s Y/n!" Kosse said across the changing room, gaining the attention of everyone. "What? It’s true," she added when she felt every gaze on her.

"Yes it’s true, but—" The forward tried to defend herself but was cut off by Sofia Jakobsson.

"Why don’t you ever think about playing together? We wouldn’t have to support you missing each other."

"You’ve got a point." Zećira said.

"It’s not that easy. It’s not like she can play with us suddenly." Your wife said.

"Yes but you can always play for the same club. And I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I heard that a Londonian club wouldn’t mind having a new power couple in her team." The goalkeeper commented.

"I need to stop you right now; if they need to play for the same team in London, they will definitely play for Arsenal." Stina protested.

"And why?" Magda asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Because we all know that Y/n considers Frida like her little sister, and according to that, she’d choose Arsenal." Unfortunately, the conversation couldn’t go further because it was already time to enter the pitch.

The match went pretty well; well, it ended in a draw, but 3-3 is a pretty draw. After the game, you thanked the supporters and made your way to the Sweden team. Even if your relationship wasn’t public, it was not uncommon for the fans to catch you being touchy with the Swedish player; honestly, they loved it. That's one of the reasons they loved when you faced her, of course there was also the sportive part, but they couldn't help themselves every time you interacted together, and it didn’t take a lot of time before some edits shipping you two appeared online.

After a little session of sweaty hugs with Ingrid, much to her dismay, you finally made your way to the third Barcelona player in this match. Some cameras were still recording, and they didn't miss the goofy smile the tall forward gave you—definitely good content for the fans later. "Hey pretty girl," you said, and the captain of Chelsea next to you two rolled her eyes.

"Good game, girls. You played very well." Ingrid said, giving her club teammate a little side hug.

"You too, even if I'm better." Fridolina replied, and you playfully hit her arm. "What? It's true."

"Your only goal was when I didn't defend on you." You reminded her.

"Yeah, I know, but it's still a goal," she said while she opened her arms, and you fulfilled the gap. "You played very well." she whispered before landing a quick kiss on your head.

"Even when you try to be sneaky, you are still so obvious." Frida said.

"Are you jealous?" You joked, "You can come here." You opened your arms, and even if the midfielder tried to resist, she knew she could never deny your hugs. You looked like a little family, and you obviously knew that the fans would edit it, but you were too comfy between your wife and your claimed little sister.

When you broke the hug, you made your way to the changing room with Ingrid and Rolfö, not too far from Frida and Stina. You were talking about anything and everything when the Arsenal forward called you. "Y/n do you ever think about playing with Frido on the same team?"

"Uh uh, don't start that." Zećira said, coming out of nowhere.

You looked at the Sweden players confused. "Don't listen to them; they're just arguing about which is the best team between Arsenal and Chelsea." Fridolina said.

"It's more than that." the keeper protested.

"Let me guess, you just want us to join Arsenal or Chelsea?" you asked.

"Yes." Magda and Sofia said rolling their eyes.

"No!" Stina and Zećira countered, "It's more than that; imagine being with your wife 24/7, training with her, playing with her, and just wearing the same jersey."

"Okay let's not talk about it right now because I'm exhausted, but we'll think about it." you said before heading to your locker room.

The next few weeks you came back to Spain, and you managed to spend a lot of time with Frido after the end of the season before her final at Eindhoven. You tried to not attract attention in the stadium, but it was almost impossible. You couldn’t enter the stadium before some fans of both teams recognized you. And there you took some pictures with them, some of them questioning you about who you were supporting. You were wearing a light jacket, so they couldn’t see your Rolfö’s national jersey. Of course you were there to support your wife, but as a Real Madrid player and fan, you couldn’t say it loudly.

"I’m just here to see some teammates play." You replied with a little smile. Thankfully for you, they let you leave rather quickly. In your seat, you were mentally preparing for the next ninety minutes.

After those ninety minutes, FC Barcelona were sacred European champions for the second time, and Frida scored a goal. You were ecstatic in your seat during the game, acting like a groupie when your blondie touched the ball. When a member of the security came to escort you on the pitch, you were a little shocked because you didn’t really think the Swedish forward would spot you in the crowd, but she definitely did.

On the pitch, you came to congratulate your national teammates, and Ingrid gave you a sweaty hug, making you quickly pull away with a grimace. "You look good in yellow," the midfielder commented.

"But something tells me she would look better in blue and red." Caro Hansen added, and you rolled your eyes.

"Let’s not start it now." You didn't have time to say anything else until you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. you didn't have to turn to know who they belonged to.

"Oh no, the lovebirds are reunited again," Caro said, faking annoyance.

"Hey, don’t you have some Spanish girlfriends you want to see?" You said making them leave, but not before they mimicked how the Swedish player was clinched to you.

"Why do you wear my national jersey?" Your wife asked while her head found her space in the crook of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked, a little offended.

"I’m rather on the girl’s side this time."

"Oh no, we’ll not start that, not today." You groaned and turned around to finally face her.

"But I really think about what the girls said the last time, and, well, it’s been like, what, six or seven years since we started to play against each other. I know you would rather die than wear a Barcelona kit, but if one day I leave, would you come with me?" She asked with a pout.

"Honey, one day I asked you if you wanted to marry, and you made the mistake of saying ‘yes’ so unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me wherever you go." You joked.

"Even if I receive a proposition from Chelsea?" she tried.

"Okay don’t push your luck, Mrs.Rolfö." You replied dramatically, pushing away from her grip. The tall woman obviously didn’t give up and wrapped you close to her again.

The two of you were so much in your little bubble that you forgot that her team was celebrating and that the stadium was not totally empty when you pushed your toe to land a passionate kiss on her lips. When you heard some wolf whistles from Catalan players and the public cheering loudly, that's when you came back from your trance and remembered that you were not alone.

"Oh my..." you mumbled, hiding your face in your wife’s chest, who was laughing at your action.

"Don’t be shy, I think most of them already knew; it’s not like we’re good at hiding our behavior every time we’re together." Frido joked, "And at least now, everybody would know that you’re off the market, Mrs. Rolfö."

This night, like you assumed, you broke the internet, and a photo of you and Fridolina kissing was on almost every Woso fan’s Instagram stories and some of your teammates’ too. You received a lot of support from some teammates and even other celebrities. Magda and Pernille shared a cute picture of the four of you on a double date just after the Euro, and things went more crazy when Z posted almost all the cute pictures she took of you when you didn’t notice.

"I think that after today, if someone decides to sign one of us, they will definitely have to sign the other." The Swedish player said while she came to lay beside you.

"I still think we could have announced it in a better way." you said after you left your phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, maybe, but right now it’s just the two of us." she said, pressing a shy kiss on your head.

"I love you, Frido."

"And I love you more."

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #fridolina rolfö #fridolina rolfö x reader #norwnt x reader #swewnt x reader #barcelona femeni x reader

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sailortongue · 6 months

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As YOU Wish

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: 1.1k

summary: on the search for a particular book, you have a brief encounter with the owner of a local bookstore. But perhaps the ex-FBI agent also finds himself in search of something more after meeting you

cw: based on the netflix show You so Spencer is a red flag here

an: my cousin wrote the summary and it sounds so cute i had half a mind to rewrite this to just be an innocent meet cute

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The bell above the door chimed, signaling to Spencer that a customer had arrived—the first of the day, actually. He glanced up from the register to see a young woman about his age enter. Beautiful, he thought. He was taking in every aspect of your appearance as quickly as he could. The way you styled your hair, the color of your eyes, the worn-out pair of Converse that rivaled his own pair. He shook his head once to clear his thoughts, not wanting to embarrass himself before he even had the chance to ask for your name.

He plastered a smile on his face and greeted you with a “good morning”.

“Good morning,” you said, returning the smile.

Spencer watched you roam around the store, seemingly browsing more than looking for anything in particular. He noticed the way you gently ran your fingers over the spines of some of the books before pulling them from the shelves to read their summaries. Definitely cherishes her books. But no matter what book you pulled, it was always returned to its place. Spencer began taking notice of the way your eyes roved the many titles available, a small frown becoming more and more prominent the more you looked. Maybe you are looking for something. He voiced his thoughts aloud and called out, “Can I help you find anything?”

You turned to face the admittedly very handsome employee. The smile you gave him this time was one of embarrassment, feeling unreasonably foolish that he’d noticed you struggling to find what you were looking for. From Spencer’s point of view though, that embarrassment looked an awful lot like shyness, which was easily interpreted as interest. Hopefully as much as he had in you.

“Yes, please. I’m trying to find The Princess Bride,” you answered.

Spencer thought about it for a moment, trying to remember if it was in the fantasy, adventure, or romance section. “It is . . .” he started, dragging out the last syllable as he walked farther into the shelves with you following close behind. “right here,” he finished, gesturing to the book in question.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed excitedly. Just before you were going to reach for it, an idea struck you. You hoped and prayed that he’d understand, otherwise you’d just be embarrassing yourself again. Should that happen, you'd simply never come back to this store and would probably dwell on it for the rest of your life. You decided to take the chance anyway. “Fetch me that book?” you asked him.

Spencer looked at you incredulously. Is she serious? The shelf is barely above her head, she could reach it with no pro—

He chuckled as he realized what you were referencing. He grinned down at you as he pulled the book from the shelf. “As you wish.”

You giggled as he handed it to you. “So happy you understood that. I think I would have died of shame if you didn’t.”

That got a true laugh out of the handsome man. “I’ll admit it took me a second to get it, but that was perfect. Have you read it before or just watched the movie?”

“I’ve read it before, but my copy has up and vanished. It’s one of my favorites, so it was imperative that I get another one.”

He nods as if in understanding but his expression is one of confusion. “If it’s one of your favorites, then how did you lose it?”

“I just moved here recently. Went through all of my boxes but still can’t find it, so I’ve chalked it up to it getting lost in the move.”

“Well then, I’m glad to have been of assistance. Is that all you were looking for today?”

“For today, yes, but I’ll definitely be back. I don't think I’ve ever been in a bookstore as cozy as this one.”

Spencer beamed at you, pleased with your praise of the shop he’d worked so hard to establish. “Thank you. I worked very hard to make it that way.”

You looked at him quizzically. “You designed the shop?”

“No, I own it,” he said humorously. “Spencer Reid, owner of Reid’s Reads. It’s nice to meet you,” he introduced himself, even going as far as to offer you his hand, which ordinarily he’d never do. But the thought of initiating any kind of skin-to-skin contact was too thrilling to pass up.

“I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you, too,” you said, shaking the hand he’d offered.

“If that’s all you need then I can go ahead and get you checked out?” His eyes were wide and expressive as he looked to you for confirmation.

“Oh. Right.” Heat rose to your cheeks unbidden and you tried your best to keep your emotions in check. But unbeknownst to you, Spencer was a former FBI agent that specialized in such things, not to mention a certified genius. How cute. She’s blushing again. He also took note of the poorly hidden upturn of your lips. Why so shy? Just smile at me, sweetheart.

He gestured for you to walk ahead of him. “Ladies first.”

He followed behind you to the register, glad for the opportunity to check you out in more ways than one.

You placed the book on the counter, and Spencer resumed his position behind the register. He scanned the book and read out the price to you. Pay with a card. Pay with a card. Pay with a card. he chanted mentally.

Bingo. You pulled the piece of plastic from your wallet and handed it to him. He read the name as subtly as he could. You’d given him your first name, but a first name wouldn't be enough to find you online. He swiped your card and bagged your book, making sure to let his hand brush against yours as he handed the items to you.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/n. Do come again.”

“Oh, I will. Have a good day!” you said as you were leaving, giving him a small wave. The bell chimed as the door was opened again, and his eyes remained on your figure as he watched you through the large windows at the front of the store until you were out of sight.

With your full name now committed to memory, he planned on finding every trace of you online that he could as soon as he was home from work. He was no Penelope Garcia, but this wasn't something he particularly wanted the FBI involved in.

And so, for the rest of the day, his thoughts were consumed with only one thing: you.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

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aleksanderscult · 1 month

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What kind of "Alina" did Aleksander want?

I've seen so many different people in this fandom give their own opinion about how did the Darkling wanted Alina to be.

Did he wanted her meek, weak and obedient?

Did he wanted her strong and powerful?

So I took the liberty of creating this post to analyze this issue through his own words, thoughts and actions.

I know how popular the "Aleksander wanted her submissive by the way he put that collar around her" theory it but it doesn't really stand because:

A) we will never know how things would turn out if Baghra didn't approach Alina that particular night but it actually seems that he wanted to take her with him to the north.

“The key to the Shadow Fold is finally within our grasp, and right now, I should be in the war room, hearing their report. I should be planning our trip north. But I’m not, am I?”

He couldn't keep the truth from her forever so at some point of that journey he would definitely spill the beans to her.

B) he forcefully put the collar around her throat because she showed resistance at the worst possible moment. The Darkling had already set the wheels in motion: the King was slowly getting sick and the whole country (and most importantly, their enemies) would know it (so he had to work fast before anybody got any ideas of siege, rebellion or war) and he himself would have to show his true colors and plans. By having Alina slip away and act all dramatically with Mal was a blow to his plan and stomach since not only he had Alina as an enemy now but he fell for her so her rejection hurt him on a personal level.

(that weekend MUST have been the worst of his life)

He didn't want her to take that power unwillingly:

Or steal her powers in a violent manner:

He had little time and little patience. He worked his ass off for centuries and tolerated so much bullshit from the monarchs. He wouldn't allow her to foil his schemes. But it's also interesting how his feelings got in the way too and, therefore, acted impulsively.

But! How did he want her?

Well, the very fact that he grew up around a very strong, powerful and stubborn woman is an answer by itself. Baghra's influence definitely played its part if you look at this from a psychological point of view.

“It seems that most men are after a significant other that will essentially replace their mum.

A recent study by eHarmony has found that 64 percent of men are in a relationship with someone who shares significant personality traits with their mother. Fortunately, it’s totally normal from an evolutionary, psychological standpoint.”

Many studies have shown that plenty of men and women search a partner that resembles their mother and father respectively.

It wouldn't be surprising if Aleksander was the same given how many centuries he spent with his own mother and how much of an influence the latter was to her son in his childhood.

There is an abundant amount of proof in the books that Aleksander wanted Alina to be strong, powerful, to embrace her true self and believed that there was more to her.

He thought of her as someone like him and could see himself in her, no matter how much Alina denied it.

Baghra raised him to value power, so seeing Alina shy away from it is strange and peculiar to him. She has the chance to change everything and she seeks things that are beneath her. Aleksander can't fathom that because he doesn't believe that she's meant for something as simple and pathetic as this.

He chastises her for the choices she makes and the wishes she has. She was destined to shine and be seen and here we are watching a girl trying to hide her potential.

If Aleksander wanted her submissive he would be glad to see her state in the beginning of S&S. She's weak, right? So a perfect victim to have that can't fight him back. But, in fact, he's furious, disappointed and unsurprised with her state.

Aleksander never wanted her meek or weak. He even admired her stubborness:

(there is a sense of admiration and annoyance here)

BUT he never wanted that stubborness and ferocity to be directed against him:

He even thought of her better than the men that surrounded her and believed that they couldn't measure up to her power:

The aftermath of their battle in the chapel is extremely interesting because we see the Darkling showing a genuine admiration for her powers and how quickly she (sort of) mastered them:

It also seemed that he showed understanding for the fact that she wanted to keep her freedom. Now that was a very good reason to fight him in his eyes. Since the Darkling himself believed in freedom and fought for it.

And, of course, he offered her a throne at his side. He didn't mind sharing power as long as she wasn't an obstacle to his plans.

He strongly believed in equality between them and according to the author he envisioned a future with her:

In order to have someone to keep your power under control then that person needs to be as powerful as you.

And then we have him at his most vulnerable state confess that he didn't lie about equality after all:

He talked about equality again and again. His disgust and anger every time he saw her weak from not using her powers was prevalent as well as his admiration every time she used her powers to their fullest.

The only thing in which he found her inferior to him was her knowledge of power. Which is understandable since Aleksander had much more time to understand it, study it and use it.

In RoW, his anger and disappointment for her state continues.

So:

1) He believed that she could rule as Queen and her life in hiding is not right for her.

2) He believed that she was meant to be powerful and strong and stood by that statement many times.

3) Didn't consider her life a worthy life at all.

The only character in the Grishaverse, the one that people keep saying that she wanted her weak, was the only one that wanted the opposite for her and considered her fate disgusting, wrong and tragic.

His plan of having Alina on an equal stand beside him continued in this book as well:

Which means that he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't intend to make a slave of her.

And of course her stubborness was a trait that he found annoying and admiring at the same time. It showcased how strong-willed she really was:

So according to his own thoughts and words, I would say that Aleksander actually admired her fierceness and determination. It showed strength and he found it attractive. In fact, it probably even enhanced his conviction that she was the right partner for him.

But he didn't want that hostility to be directed against him and his plans. Which is not weird at all because what kind of person would like someone to screw up his goals.

In conclusion: Aleksander was actually the biggest fan of "powerful Alina".

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Chapter one : Unmasking love

let me warn you, as usual, that I'm just a basic french girl who can make mistakes in her english and spanish :( i apologize in advance, and please don't hesitate to correct me if needed~

After collaborating for several weeks, Luis and (y/n) had become familiar with each other, and a robust professional relationship had blossomed between them. However, he desired something more intimate with this "senorita," as he fondly called her, yet the head of the security team had never shown any interest in his advances. Nevertheless, our handsome searcher remained true to himself and did not give up on trying to charm her.

Fortunately for him, (y/n) was assigned to guard duty every time his search team had an important trip planned, which allowed them to meet frequently. Despite this, after weeks of working together, Luis had yet to catch a glimpse of (y/n)'s face without her helmet, which intrigued him immensely. He had imagined her in countless ways, from a cute blonde with pretty hazel eyes to a charming curly-haired brunette, and he had never seen her skin to guess its color... this mystery was driving him crazier every day.

One day, like any other day, while (y/n) was on guard duty in front of Luis's laboratory, he approached her and asked her once again to show him her face. Using his charming smile and voice as usual, he started « So, querida, I was wondering, as you know, once again... what do you look like under all this gear?" Although (y/n) had heard this many times before, she still replied calmly, "Sorry, Luis, but this information is classified as top secret, and besides, you're in the middle of work. Please stay focused." Despite this negative answer, the young man persisted, he approached her face even closer and started to whisper close to her ear, "Come on, cariña... just take it off for like.. 10 seconds, just for me? Not more."

Shivers ran through her entire body.

(y/n) took a deep breath, trying to hide whatever she was starting to feel at that moment, shook her head, and put a hand on his torso to move him back away from her. "Ask as much as you want, the answer will never change," she said.

Luis pouted. "Por favor? You're not very funny, you know that." (y/n) laughed under her mask and responded, "Oh, I'm very funny, but we're at work, and it seems like you have plenty of work to do, so get to it please, ah-hum sorry, por favor?"

Most of their workdays were spent like this, with Luis flirting with (y/n), showering her with compliments and Spanish nicknames. Although (y/n) appeared indifferent, his persistence made her smile inwardly. She had noticed that the man loved women, perhaps a little too much for her; She sometimes caught him in corridors talking flirtatiously to other female researchers, and (y/n) knew that she needed to stay cautious, besides the fact that she was at work and needed to stay professional.

girl, she was very far from knowing that that boy liked her in a way that was different from any other woman he had met before.

See, on his days off, Luis was always trying to find out more about the military girl but could not find anything interesting. However, he was not just curious about her appearance; he was also attracted to her personality. (y/n) was incredibly strong both physically and emotionally, from what he had seen, and that was something he admired very much. But the thing he liked the most was when she let her guard down, Luis could sometimes see glimpses of humor and sarcasm in their conversations, which surprised him in a good way. It was very rare for her, but it was still good to take, you know.

So despite all his curiosity about her appearance, Luis knew that the real attraction was the whole woman herself. He admired her strength, wit, and intelligence, and he was determined to win over her.

end of the chapter hope you LIKED IT. the rest will be out very soon. feel free to let me know if there’s anything wrong with the storyline or more. have a great day ~

#luis sera #luis sera x reader #re4 remake #re4 #resident evil remake #resident evil #luis serra navarro #luis serra

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gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat · 4 months

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Group H, Round 5

Propaganda under the cut

Medea

Her husband divorced her so to get back at him she burned his new bride alive, murdered her own children and casually escaped justice in a chariot pulled by dragons and *made from the sun.* She is iconic and I love her.

propaganda from @apollosgiftofprophecy

Princess with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, granddaughter of the Titan of the Sun, Helios, and Priestess of Hecate, the literal Goddess of MagicStarts out a classic fairy tale (with a few murders in the mix for flavor)Jason (the man/husband she sacrificed EVERYTHING for) thought it would be totally alright to cheat on his sorceress wife with some princess and - double whammy - he planned to keep Medea as his mistress after he married this random princess!When she confronts him, he shows his true colors as a world-class bastard and she reminds him that he's only still alive, and only completed his quest for the Golden Fleece, because of her. (WHICH IS TRUE)To get back at him, Medea orchestrates the death of said princess (and indirectly the king's too, whoopsies :) ) by sending a beautiful dress for her that was laced with poison that caused the princess to catch on fire, and also killed whoever touched her (the king)She then murders her and Jason's two kids (after some emotional dilemma because she actually cares about them while Jason Does Not) and exits the kingdom In Style - how? Like this:Rises into the air on a golden chariot pulled by dragons given to her by Helios When Jason says the gods with avenge him, she tells him "lol, good luck with that oathbreaker!" and flies off into the night Like A Bossa little more context here: Jason's godly patron was Hera, the literal goddess of family and marriage. And he was going to abandon his children and break his vows to Medea.Also, she never is punished for any of this stuff, meaning her actions have the (reluctant :) always good to be morally gray) approval of the gods. She's one of the only nuanced female characters in Greek Mythology, and by god is she interestingThis, my friends, is why Medea is the ultimate Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist: @marceline2174 (instagram)

#round 5 #group h #Medea #Greek Mythology #Euripedes #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #cw ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the first

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In 2015, I played Life is Strange; I was 17 years old, and hadn't quite realized I was a trans woman yet. For me back then, LiS was a fantasy more than anything; not because I wished I had Max's powers, but because I got to play as a young woman falling in love with her best friend. Even before I could articulate why, I felt this deep ache of longing for what could have been. By the end of that year, I had come out to myself and my friends, and I still credit LiS for helping me figure things out that way.

When I first played LiS, I felt like the "Bay" ending was the most appropriate for Max's story. If LiS is a game about growing up, then sacrificing Chloe is a hard but necessary choice to make, and I believed it was the right one. I never questioned the idea that good people will sacrifice their own happiness for the good of society, or for the people they love. So, when I began adulthood, I did so with purpose, but without passion. I did all the things I needed to do to survive and make it out into the world on my own, and I was miserable for most of the time.

When I came back to the LiS fandom in the past couple of years, I got a chance to re-examine my favorite game with a new perspective. I immersed myself in fanfic, I indulged my nostalgia, and I began to reinterpret this work that shaped me years before. I looked at the "Bae" ending especially with fresh eyes; I started seeing it not as a selfish decision, but an unselfish one, a choice made out of love for a girl who was let down by everyone who was supposed to care for her before. How cruel it was to imagine Chloe's story ending with her bleeding out in a bathroom, still thinking that nobody cared for her.

Now, I'm 25. I'm an adult in every sense of the word, and despite everything, it seems like my life is...kind of working out. I'm almost a year into HRT, I have a job that lets me live a reasonably nice life, and I'm planning on moving in with my girlfriend. When I started True Colors, I tried to temper my expectations, and hoped that my nostalgia for the past wouldn't inhibit my enjoyment of a new entry in the series. So, 6 years after the first, I played a Life is Strange game; and, for the second time, it showed me exactly what I needed to see.

If Life is Stange is a game about growing up, True Colors is a game about what happens after. It's a game about starting over, about finding a place to call home and people to call family. Where Max's powers let her find the perfect way to get what she wanted or say the right thing, Alex's powers ask her to understand the people around her. Where LiS holds the threat of the Storm over Max's head, Gabe's death in True Colors is just a tragedy that Alex has to process. LiS' central mystery comes down to an evil man doing evil things; True Colors' is the result of an entrenched capitalist machine that operates not out of malice, but out of sheer self-interest.

When I finished True Colors, I was confronted with a choice that felt like the polar opposite of LiS' ending. After all the excitement and emotion, the question posed to Alex first felt almost incidental. Nobody's life hung in the balance, neither choice carried any real emotional consequences, and there was no way of knowing what the ultimate results might be. But as I considered Gabe's vision for Alex, I was struck by how real it felt. How it felt like the choices I was already making in life, and the choices I know are yet to come in my future. I think 17-year-old me would have jumped at the idea of a life of adventure, traveling the country with the girl I love. But now, I can't help but think of how many chances we really get to find a home. I doubt it's a high number. So I chose to stay. And I can only hope that, whenever I'm given that choice in my life, I am brave enough to take a chance on whatever place I've found for myself.

#Life is Strange #True Colors #Shoutout to The Wrecking Collective #also yes this is my yearly text post #also nobody will be surprised that i romanced steph so i didn't even mention it LOL

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I mean some people clearly do not pay any attention to the show they are watching because what the heck??

1. Lucy is not the villain. She’s not trying to get in the way of Hawk and Tim, ever.

Gosh the sheer amount of hate towards her the past two weeks is insane. How come women in every gay show always receive the hate? Well, maybe some writers were actually lazy and the fastest way the could think of was to villanize women so they could have less a problem to think about. But this is not the case for FT where every character shows their own color, and they have reasons for every action they take.

Yes, she married Hawk. But it was bc everybody expected them to do that since, idk, the very beginning? Bc she adored him and trusted him enough? And not to mention Hawk asked her to marry him? Remind y’all, she’s also the victim of the era.

Yes, she burnt Tim’s letter. It was crazy enough to hear your own mother lecturing you to shut up about your husband’s outside behaviours as long as he comes back home at the end of the day. But actually receiving a letter from his ex-lover, whom is a man, saying that he was still in love with your man, was on another level! Lucy had every right to confront Hawk and made a fuss about everything. Yet she was so calm and reasoned, knowing that if she threw a tantrum then everybody’d know her husband was gay and they’d all suffer. Lucy knew for a fact that even if Hawk did receive the letter, he wouldn’t have done anything at all, so nothing changed.

And I love that she told Tim about it. She did not regret anything, nor felt any shame, just a plain announcement that she knew everything from the start of this marriage already. She did what had to be done. She could’ve been upset with Tim for bringing danger and misery to her family, but she just simply told him about the letter and let the man go. Splendid writing!

2. Hawk is gay. Hawk is not bisexual.

Never know I have to clarify this obvious fact. Him being married to a woman and having sex with her does not mean he’s bisexual. That’s just what gay men do to hide their true nature and to live peacefully in this world. Maybe not the US, but many countries nowadays still do not approve same-sex marriage, and queer people still have to marry someone they don’t love just to have “a shield” to cover for themselves. Has Hawk ever shown any interests in women? No. Has Hawk ever had sex with another woman besides his wife? No. Was it true that all of his sex partners now and then were men? Yes. So, that’s your answer. He’s gay as fuck.

3. Hawk is not the only person to blame. Tim is also at fault.

Roast me later, hear me out.

Hawk is a shitty person, I agree. He has done so many cruel things to his lover, his wife, and his child, and he continues to do so bc he’s a shitty person.

But, after all the shitty things Hawk did, Tim came back to him. Hawk warned Tim about their relationship very early. “But Skippy, that’s all it was, that’s all it can be. I’m sorry.”. Tim was soft for Hawk, so he accepted that easily. He’d love to love, rather than not having love at all. Hawk broke up with Tim on the day before Christmas, he was prepared to end it all so that Tim wouldn’t rely his emotions too much on him. For some reasons they got back to each other again, only to be separated one more time 6-7 months later. Tim made Hawk promise not to write, yet he was the one to break the promise. 14 years later, Tim couldn’t help himself but seeing Hawk again, sneaking outside his house just to witness his “happy” family. He was aware of the pain and guilt, but he was so lost in love, his “consuming love”, he gave in every time.

I know Tim did not deserve any of this, he had a pure heart and he gave it all to Hawk. That’s why we love him, and we feel pity for him too. But he had choices he was not willing to make, so it’s on him too yk.

4. There’s more to Tim’s guilt.

After jerking off with Hawk, Tim immediately forced Hawk to leave him. But why people only mentioned that it was bc he felt guilty with God? I believe he had 2 things to be sorry for. 1 is the reason everybody was talking about, God. The 2nd one, I’m pretty sure he felt guilty towards Lucy too. He couldn’t hold himself, he missed his man so damn much, and he let his heart took over for a sec. Tim knew he shouldn’t bc that was so wrong, and he did something really really awful to someone who’s having a wife and two children at home. He hated himself for it.

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If you hate Lucy or Hawk, please block me I’m begging you bc I can’t stand another person interpret them wrongly like that. For the sake of my mental health, please block me with your every power!

#fellow travelers #linhstfu #sometimes I think to myself am I watching the same show as them #bc clearly how the hell they could think of that?

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witchy woman | eddie munson

fleetwood mac! / witch! fem! reader x eddie munson

summary : the five interaction eddie had with the local light witch, they are both outcasts in similar, yet much different ways

warnings : drug use (weed + mushrooms), cursing, divination mentions and use

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ note from oph : this is a repost off my old account, but it is one of my favorites.

the first time eddie had met the light witch, she was barefoot in the woods where he usually sold. she wore a flowy cream colored skirt and a small cropped top, looking like the epitome of the 60s. he was awestruck, she sat atop of the picnic table, a deck of tarot cards spread in front of her. her eyes were peacefully shut as she hovered her hands to pick the next card.

a branch beneath his foot breaking altered her of his presence, he blushed lightly throwing an embarrassed smile her way. “eddieboy!” she greeted, a large smile beaming at him. she always had called him that, neither were sure of why. it always made him feel nice, finally a nickname that wasn't derogatory.

he sat on one of the benches, watching as she did her ritualistic practices. totally enamoured in the complete way she carried herself. a flower crown laid upon her head, slightly crooked from the way she tilted when she got confused.

“whatcha doin?” he asked as he looked at the collection of rocks nearby. “tarot! I could give you a reading if you'd like?” anything to spend more time with you, he thought but just nodded, afraid to say anything revealing. she spread the cards in front of him. “pick as many cards as you want.” she instructed. he just picked up a random card, one that called him to it. he didn't believe in all this witchy stuff but he trusted and believed in her. the ace of cups stared back at the two of them, “means new relationships, emotions and love. seems like you have love coming your way.” she smiled at him, he took note of the meaning, but thinking too good to be true.

the second time that the two interacted was when she showed up to his trailer, her bike leaning against his van. a soft knock rasped at his door. he opened it to see her distractedly looking at the stars, he cleared his throat to get her attention. without looking away from the night sky, she commented “big dipper is bigger than normal. hm.” she then turned to him, enveloping him into a hug. the sweet action taking him by surprise, he hugged back instantly, not knowing when this would happen again. “you looked like you need a hug, also i got a surprise for you.” curiosity piqued his interest at the statement. she was always the type to physically affectionate, even with people she didn't necessarily know that well. worry spiked eddie's emotions, if anyone ever took advantage of her…

he thought to himself, before stepping aside to let the girl into his messy trailer, he'd feel ashamed of the mess but he knew she didn't mind one bit. they'd gone to school together as long as the two could remember, her always one grade below him. she lived farther back in the trailer park, so they had seen each other on occasion. she sat cross-legged in front of the couch, pulling out a bag from her bra. “mushrooms!” she excitedly spoke, pouring some of the dried edible into his hand. “i know you like to get high, so I thought I'd share. you don't mind, do you?” worry clouded her features as he sat down next to her on the floor. “not at all, sunshine.” sunshine, what was supposed to be a negative nickname about her optimistic behavior, was something she would never take as an insult. she loved the idea of being the epitome of sunshine, of warmth, able to provide a little light to the darkest days. it was something eddie loved about her, did he love her? he thought to himself, well, how could anyone not? she was sweet, beautiful and the most caring individual anyone had ever met. the way her eyes glistened in the sun, those (y/e/c) orbs making him feel truly seen.

he couldn't think about it much longer or he'd be confessing every emotion he held for the spiritual soul. the two took the mushroom, watching some old cartoon on the television and giggling to each other.

she leaned her head on his shoulder as time passes.it was late when she showed up, the late morning arriving faster than either noticed. they feel asleep on the couch, limbs tangled together, it wasn't supposed to happen, but happy accidents can be celebrated too. when eddie woke, as he never was good at staying asleep. her hair spread all over his chest, soft snores coming from her lips all he could do was admire her. a little bit of drool seeped into the cotton of his shirt, I could get used to this.

pain tugged at his heart strings as he watched her from across the cafeteria, she was laughing at something one of her friends said. i want her to laugh at my jokes. jealous pulled at him, and distracted him for the campaign talk, his party was talking about. he watched as she gave some crystals to some friends, buttercup flowers tucked into the bun sported by her. he thought what it would be like to help her brush and braid her hair. what is wrong with me? why am I so hung up on this girl? he felt like if the pair didn't start dating soon, he might implode.

and that's how he ended back in the girl's usual spot of the forest, he found her sat in the center of fairy circle, humming ‘leather and lace’ by stevie nicks. he thought it fit the two of you perfectly, your soft voice singly lightly, “give to me your leather, and take from me, my lace.”

once again, a branch breaking under his boots alerted the fairy-tale like princess in front of him, turning quickly she saw the boy of your dreams. “hey sunshine, I got a question to ask you?” he said it as a question, nerves obviously getting the best of him. she gave him her undivided attention, “yes, eds?” it wasn't often that people used that version of his name, it left him feeling like he was in a movie, something that he couldn't find the words to describe.

“can I be your boyfriend?” the question blurted out before he could find a better way to word it. a soft smile lit up sunshine's features, as if he'd just told her he got tickets to fleetwood mac. i have to take her to one of their concerts, he mentally noted. he needed to see her completely in her element. “i’d love that, to be honest, I've been crushing on you awhile, but anxieties can get the best of anyone.” she giggled lightly at the end, and he swore that's what heaven sounded like. his heaven. his girlfriend. never in a million years, did he think he'd find the love of his life at hawkins high. especially not one so nice.

their first kiss gave eddie the same emotions as when he listened to black sabbath for the first time. something about it was so sweet, and full of love, and he swore he'd never be able to find a love like this again. this was a once in a lifetime spark and eddie would do anything under the sun to keep her. he was the moon to her sun, the leather to her lace.

they sat in eddie's van, on their way to lovers lake. sunshine vowed that it had the best view of the stars, she wants to point out all the constellations, all she wanted was to share everything with him. that's what relationships were all about, finding that person that you could spill your darkest secrets to.

they sat upon the big rock, their backs slightly aching from the points digging into their soft flesh. she stared at the sky, and he stared at her. the way she got absolutely ecstatic when there was another constellation that she recognized, telling eddie every fact and fable she knew about the balls of light.

she had finally stopped rambling, turning to look at the man next to her. she could see stars in his eyes, everything about their dynamic was picture perfect to her. “you’re so pretty.” she commented to him, dragging a couple fingers through his tangled locks. “babe, I'm absolutely positive you're the pretty one in our relationship.” he pushed forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, which she easily reciprocated. their lips fitting together like molds made for one another. she sighed dreamily into the kiss, barely believing that this was her reality, and not just another daydream she had come up with.

the two laid on eddie's bed, softly singing to the mixtape eddie had made with a combination of both of their tastes. dreams played lowly in the background, while eddie told her about all of his dreams, how he wanted to someday be one of the most popular rock musicians ever. she talked about how she wants to do art for the rest of her life, hundreds of portraits of eddie living in her sketchbook.

her nails raked softly against his scalp, soft approving hums coming from his throat, his eyes closed. he finally felt safe. he never thought this would be a feeling, he'd get the pleasure of experiencing. with her right by his side, he knew no matter what happened it would all be okay. his guardian angel here to give him the optimism, he often forgot. she admiringly stared at the boy on her chest. the way soft breathes left his mouth, how his thumb softly grazed circles on her, how he was always so gentle with her. as he couldn't believe she was his, she couldn't believe he was hers. her protector.

“i love you, eds.” she poke so calmly, as if it wasn't the first time either of them had said the big word. she was ever eager to display her emotions, they basically were painted on her face. or maybe he could just read her like a book. he looked at her in shock, he had deemed himself unlovable a long time ago. hell, his parents weren't even around, the only person to ever be there for him was his uncle. so they fact that an angel I'm human skin would love him so unabashedly amazed him. “i love you, sunshine.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #wrennie.fic #eddie munson x witch!reader

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Days 11-12

I was so sick last night, I couldn't write. I'll have to put my work on Act V aside to catch up on yesterday and today.

Yesterday was such a crazy ass fucking day. I must emphasize that I have been having some very strange and crazy days lately, and this was the most insane day yet.

Let's start with first thing yesterday morning. I can't say I didn't see this coming with all the flirting we've been doing. Astarion propositioned me for sex. He's not at all interested in a real relationship. I reminded him our relationship isn't transactional and he didn't need to repay the favor of my blood for sex. He talked about how I 'obviously' wanted him because I was quivering when he bit me. More like he's been the obvious one, and I shook because it hurt like hell and it was taking everything I had not to cry out, but I let him protect his ego to cushion the rejection. When I turned him down, he told me I was no fun, but he doesn't seem to have any hard feelings about it. I can't just have sex with whoever, whenever. I've never had the luxury of being able to just 'let go' and have sex only for the fun of it with anyone who I felt attracted to. That has always felt unsafe to me, and probably always will. Truthfully, if I could I would have said yes to him. I had no other reason to say no.

We got Karlach an engine upgrade today. I'm glad we met the blacksmith Dammon and he's able and willing to help. Also, those two have some real chemistry. I wonder if either or both of them realize it.

Gale needed another magical item today. This time he said it wasn't working to quell his hunger like before. He seemed frightened.

We made it to the goblin camp. I really try not to be racist but goblins are fucking stupid, disgusting, and barbaric.

It looks like the mother owlbear in the cave didn't make it. I found her cub taken captive at the camp and bargained with a goblin woman to set him free. I hope he can find our camp.

Volothamp Geddarm, of all people, was imprisoned by a goblin woman who called him her 'pigeon'. I watched him floundering to come up with a verse in front of an audience of drunk goblins. I spoke with him in camp tonight, and he had 0 interesting things to say and kept constantly talking over me. A classic mansplainer. Never meet your heroes. Not that he is really my hero. His music really isn't my style, and I don't tend to read fairy tales either. He's more like someone I'm obligated to know about in my profession. Still, color me unimpressed.

We found Halsin at the goblin camp, alive and imprisoned. We helped free him and kill his captors. He knew immediately that I was infected, and that my infection was atypical. He's just as good of a healer as the druids claimed. But he can't cure us either. He does, however, know where to find our cure. Moonrise Towers. He asked us to kill the leaders of the goblin camp to protect his grove. Of course we're doing it. Also, why does every ally I make have to be so hot? IT'S VERY DISTRACTING. If I could find allies that are just average looking or even ugly, or like geriatric, or married, that would be fantastic. I hope Halsin is married. Or who knows, maybe we'll hit it off and I can forget about the dude I really like who I've definitely been hitting on that just fucking ignores me anyway.

Shadowheart has been carrying around a strange artifact this whole time. True to form she was very rude when I asked about it a tenday ago, so I ignored it. Until today. It made its way to me somehow while we were in the goblin camp. I finally heard the voice of this Absolute. It showed me a vision of its chosen, said I should aid in their search for a weapon. The power it wields to make us obey is unlike anything I've ever felt or experienced. The artifact protected us somehow.

I met the three leaders of the goblin camp. These 'True Soul' leaders all had parasites. They think I'm their ally because I'm infected. Minthara referred to me as 'grotesque'. She seems highly intelligent and tough as nails. Priestess Gut is a sadist branding everyone she can get her hands on, but not nearly as powerful as she claims to be. Dror Ragzlin is ambitious, and like all ambitious people, his ambition makes him a narrow-minded moron.

So that was yesterday up until being very sick last night in camp. Late last night Lae'zel snuck up behind me while I was sitting on the ground and put a dagger to my throat. She thought we were transforming, and she was ready to kill me, the others, and then herself. I felt her fear and her doubt, and it didn't take much to convince her to stand down. I wasn't positive we weren't transforming, but I also wasn't ready to die or let anyone else be killed over an assumption. We went to sleep after that.

According to a being that came to me in my dreams, I was sick last night because I really was transforming into a mindflayer. Lae'zel was right, but luckily she didn't kill me or anyone else. This guardian guy, a big, strange-looking, half elf male in fancy armor, says he made me better. Told me I needed to wield the power the parasite has granted me, that I had potential and could 'save us all'. Claimed to be my protector, and that he was fighting 'the enemy'. So purposely vague. Another day, another sales pitch. I don't know if I buy it. Perhaps some of it is true. I remain extremely skeptical.

Gale spoke to me this morning about the visitor in his dream, a supposed 'vision of unparalleled beauty and power'. I am truly annoyed that I felt so jealous upon hearing him say so. He confirmed what I'd suspected about mine. It wasn't a real person.

Everyone had the same dream, with a different guardian. Just when I thought shit could not get any weirder.

Today we attacked the goblin camp.

We went after Minthara first, as she is clearly the most dangerous and capable of the three. She was also closest to where Halsin was imprisoned and there was a scrying eye that would have made subterfuge impossible. When I struck what I'm sure everyone thought was the final blow I deliberately knocked her unconscious rather than killing her. I spared her without telling anyone. I thought about how if I did not have this weird entity or that weird box protecting me from the Absolute, I could be just like she is. I could not bring myself to kill her. I made an emotional decision, and I could definitely come to regret it later. Halsin could hate me for what I did. Minthara would likely kill me for what I did. She is Lolth-sworn drow. This would be utterly humiliating for her if she knew. Maybe she won't know though. The others didn't realize what I'd done. We stripped her while she was unconscious like we would have a corpse. I had a parasite in my bag that I nicked off Nettie's table when no one was looking, and I said it came from Minthara. Maybe her being alive can just be a 'miraculous survival'. I'm hoping the Absolute lost its influence there because of all the followers we murdered, and she can get a chance to be free. And this is yet another reason why I feel like I did something truly dumb: I'm not even sure that's how this works. I could have just condemned her to be a mindflayer and doomed many, or failed to make any change at all to her situation (which means she most certainly could get killed outright for her failure as a leader). I can only really hope for the best and live with the consequences of what I've done, whatever they may be.

I'm getting really tired of having to make all these crucial decisions that not only direct my fate, but also the fates of so many others.

When we pulled the tadpoles from Priestess Gut and Dror Ragzlin, the guardian spoke to me in my mind, encouraged me to absorb their potential. I hesitated, but he promised to protect me, so I consumed it. I don't even know where to start in describing the feeling. To put it simply: weird, cold, uncomfortable, but also good. I feel more powerful, and I'm still myself.

Astarion immediately wanted one for himself, put on a cute pouty face and everything. He's so funny. He could have just asked without the theatrics. However, of course I love the theatrics. We made a deal not long after we met that for any locks he picks on chests he can claim the contents for himself. Anything he keeps or gives away is fully at his discretion, and no one gets a say in that. I give him all the tools and kits to pick locks and disarm traps, and he takes care of that for us. That was the deal. When it comes to picking locks and spotting and disarming traps, he's the best I've ever seen. He makes it look easy. Anyway, I'm bringing this up because I noticed the last few chests he's picked locks to open, he's asked the rest of us if we can make use of some of the things he finds. Today he opened a chest with infernal iron and willingly handed it to Karlach. He could have easily stashed it away and not a one of us would have been the wiser. That metal is worth a lot of coin. He's actually becoming a team player. I'm honestly impressed, he continues to surprise me. I thought at first he would be our biggest liability, but the opposite is true. He's proven himself to be our biggest asset. Naturally, I won't tell him that.

We found the way into the heart of the Selûnite temple the goblins were using for their camp. There's a ladder leading down into a chasm, and it's impossible to see the bottom. It's safe to say we found one way into the Underdark. I think I want to keep looking, because that ladder looks so fucking shady. Could just be my thing with heights though. I fucking hate heights.

Halsin suggested we celebrate tonight, rather than get an early start tomorrow. He reassured me our infection would be unlikely to progress spontaneously. He also doesn't know all of us nearly turned just last night. I hope he's right. I thought it could be really fun to let loose a little, and celebrate what turned out to be quite a victory. Saved the grove, saved the tieflings, freed Halsin, dispersed the Absolutists from this region, AND found another potential path for our cure.

When the party began, I wanted to talk to Gale right away if I'm being honest. But I thought, “Let's make him wait until I've spoken with literally everyone else but him. Let's see if he even notices, approaches me, or says anything about it at all when I speak to him”. Decided to test him. So I've barreled right past coping with his constant subtle rejection of me to being conniving to force him to actually reject me directly. You will never hear me proclaim to be mature or graceful, especially in matters of the heart. If he paid any attention at all, he got to watch nearly every single person I talked to either flirt with me or proposition me. I honestly lost count of how many people propositioned me... someone must have put something in the damn wine. I think Halsin and I were the only people not drinking it. I took a swig of Astarion's and spit it out immediately because it was so gross. Anyway... I made Gale think I was coming towards him halfway through making my way around the party, only to let Volo take me by the arm and whisk me right past him. I caught his eye and sent him the sultriest look I could manage without it being campy. Then I made an ass of myself flirting with Halsin. I don't know if Gale even noticed any of it. He probably didn't. The stupid shit I have pulled to try to get this man to acknowledge me...

When I spoke to him, he finally, finally, fucking finally opened up to me some. He talked about how he'd been living with his condition. Until he was kidnapped, he'd been in isolation for a year, maybe more. I was the first person he'd spent any significant amount of time with. He made some self-deprecating remark about leaving his wits and sensitivity behind in his tower. It took every bit of self-control I had not to just pounce on him. Instead I blurted out an 'I like you' sort of confession. But you know, snazzier than that in the moment because hi, it's me. Gave up on the whole 'done being obvious' thing once again and went right back to being obvious.

He paused before saying, 'Wait, are you...' and then he interrupted himself. Said something about how he'd clearly had too much wine and I not enough... and then proceeded to tell me that getting excited is a bad idea for him because of his condition. 'A conversation best held back for now.'

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGH.

Boy I will prepare a fucking dragon's hoard of magical items for you to consume continuously while we lie together if that's what it takes. I am so frustrated. I want to have this explained to me in a way that actually makes sense. He's fucking hiding something. Something huge. And until now, I was too much of a lovesick puppy to see it. I had to have it thrown in my face for me to notice.

I'm starting to feel like I'm being played. I'm pissed.

So naturally I spend the night with someone else I like. Karlach. And then I friend-zoned her. I said yes to her earlier tonight because I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I was going to do. Worse yet, she wasn't the only person I strung along last night. And why would I do that to someone who would hang the moon for me, who has only ever been kind to me, who is probably the coolest person I've ever met and will ever meet? After all, aren't I the hero goody-two-shoes people pleasing sweet lovely little doll-faced creature everyone thinks I am? I'll tell you exactly why. Because deep down, I'm a fucking asshole, and now I'm getting exactly what I deserve for it. I feel like absolute shit about tonight, and I will for a long time. Probably forever. My guilt and shame are endless.

These are the exact reasons why I always end up alone.

I know I've been emotionally circling the drain for an entire page of writing now. I need to go to bed.

<<< Day 10 | Index | Day 13 >>>

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #bg3 halsin #tav #baldurs gate #bg3 minthara #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 shadowheart

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katsotherworld · 1 year

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Book 3 Chosen House of Night

My ramblings throughout the book.

Shawnee is described as caramel colored.

"Man purse" as opposed to just a purse or a bag?

I totally agree that birthday gifts that are holiday themed just because its the day of or right before/after is stupid, unless the birthday person is obviously and overjoyously a fan of said holiday.

Like you don't give Christmas themed gifts on Christmas, so why would you if they're born in December?

Heath coming in to save/ruin the day by revealing Zoe's birthday hatred lol.

Ok, 16/17 is old enough to realize that 50 something isn't that old.

Of course The People of Faith have their own edition of the Bible.

I hate that Linda was manipulated and abused into cutting off her daughter and mother. And when she wanted to free it was at one of the worst moments.

Also, does Zoey never miss her siblings? She doesn't seem to care about them at this point in the series.

I'm definitely remembering why I hated Eric, like I remembered but now I'm really remembering.

Also, Zoey's slut shaming is fucking annoying, like honey, it's normal to be sexually interested if you're interested in sex.

I want Stark, not Eric, like I just want my archer baby not the asshole actor who has a lesson to learn thst isn't learned for a few more books.

"Kinky Freak Boy" that's just so gross Zoey.

And Eric is right about Loren looking at Zoey not like a student and he's her teacher.

Teenagers should be taught what Grooming is, I wish they'd have called it that in these books because its Grooming and teens are so unaware about things that they don't realize an adult shouldn't be interested in them.

"Shawnee's chocolate colored eyes"

"He called me a woman." "He always mademe feel so grown, so womanly" statements made from a teen girl about a adult man grooming her.

"I've always been drawn to confident woman. You don't any idea how how special you are, do you Zoey? You're unique, not like any of those other fledglings. You're a goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods."

"I thought adult vampires weren't supposed to have relationships with fledglings.

"We're not supposed to, its highly improper. But sometimes there's an attraction between two people that transcends the vampire fledgling boundary, as well as age and impropriety. Do you believe in that kind of attraction, Zoey?"

"I didn't like seeing his [the age appropriate boyfriend] hands all over you?" Loren Blake

"I dont have any right to be angry at you for being eith Eric, it's not even my business." Loren Blake

"Do you want it to be you're business?" Zoey Redbird.

"More than I can tell you. I belive its my turn for a birthday kiss." Loren Blake

"No one can know about us" kisses her then proceeds to give her diamond earrings.

After being invited back to the teacher's room for sex she then panics because she doesn't want to have sex yet, but wants an excuse that isn't "juvenile"

I'll be waiting for you to come put me out of my misery.

"As I said, You're not like the rest of those fledgling children. And I happen to adhere to the belief that some rules are meant to be broken." -groomer Loren Blake again.

Also, if Nyx gives Zoe all these gut feelings why wouldn't she stop her from getting raped by Loren.

Nyx waits till after Zoe is imprinted with an adult vampire to let her know not to trust him with knowing Negerete's dark deeds.

Why didn't Nyx stop this shit.

Zoe deserved better than walking in on the Neferet and Loren situation.

God, Zoey's friends fucking suck. Like why the fuck are they so stupid. Like so fucking stupid. And if anyone would be aware of fucking GROOMING Damian would know that Loren was fucking in the wrong. I get the twins being a little awkward about it but Damien should know that he was Grooming her.

And so begins the Eric showing his true colors saga.

I just love Stevie Rae.

Zoe not knowing what the mysterious excruciating pain is sucks for her from a lack of knowledge stand point.

Darius is the absolute best. Like he is just the fucking best. I'm glad he gets to be a permanent character.

Welp, that ended on a note for sure.

#kats thinking things #chosen pc cast #chosen house of night #house of night series #house of night

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beevean · 7 months

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How to create an invincible character:

1) Jack up the level of melanin in their skin

That's it. You're done, now feel free to do whatever you want with that character, so long as nothing bad happens to them they are officially perfect

*sigh*

It's true that N!Annette had a tough uphill battle before the show began, and I can guess the same happened to N!Isaac once they revealed him. It's true and undeniable that there was backlash against her simply because of the raceswap alone, because they really wanted the show to keep her "original" DXC design (which isn't even original, which makes these people look more hypocritical). I can understand why fans would then grow defensive of Annette, why they'd think it makes sense for her to be an ex-slave in the context of Nocturne, why that would be more interesting than her original character. I get it. I am absolutely not saying "black bad", although I sure would prefer original characters of color, like Morana or Mizrak, and not hands down. And I can understand that a black character in that setting would have a history of slavery: it makes much more sense than with Isaac, who really should have come from the Iberian peninsula because the Transatlantic Slave Trade wasn't a thing yet in the 1460s when he was a child. In fact, back then, there were European slaves in the Arab world. It would have been more historically accurate for Isaac to own a Romanian slave than the other way around! But for Annette? No, that's fair.

My problem is that she's exactly the stereotype that makes most people so resistant against this practice, the reason it's considered "woke" and dishonest. She's just the badass woman of color who is super badass in battle, who talks down to the stupid privileged white people because she has Trauma and her Slave Trauma is more Traumatic than White Trauma, and she gets away with it because yeah she Suffered More. We get it. And to be blunt, I don't care. It's as subtle as a sledgehammer, and I don't watch or play Castlevania to hear for the umpteenth time that SLAVERY BAD (from a show that equated colonialists with vampires without a shred of thought, to boot).

In the tag, I found someone who pointed out that damsels in distress are never allowed to be black. Black women aren't worth saving: they have to be strong and cool, but only white women are worth compassion. And I'm not American so take what I say with a grain of salt, but I remember reading that black women gets masculinized IRL. So that was a wasted opportunity.

Black Annette is neutral. Slave Annette could have worked. But personally I resent how women in NFCV are only allowed to be stronk and mean, almost passing the message that there is something wrong with you if you're weak and need help, and how any sort of criticism is brushed off with "you're just a racist and sexist kys lol".

You want an actual badass woman of color that doesn't feel like she was put there for cookie points? Casca. Y'all want to recreate Casca so bad it's ridiculous. Casca is strong yet she has weaknesses, she's a valuable warrior yet she has to learn how to stop seeing herself as a weapon, she is traumatized from her repeated experiences with attempted rape, sometimes she's saved by others and sometimes she saves herself (one time when she was insane even!), she butts heads with Guts at first yet respects him when he breaks down in front of her. Learn from Berserk, instead of just wanting to recreate the aesthetic. For fuck's sake.

#anti netflixvania #i will piss off people with this #i really do not care about this discourse #i know i will be just called a racist and blocked #whatever

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mikokiara · 1 year

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Taco and mic have always been interesting to me i remember this certain post made by this person that atleast its name in discord is petra

And i respect it so much because the way it sees taco and mic relationship its just amazing and i have a huge admiration for it

So im just gonna start quoting this

"Do you ever think snakes regret being snakes?"

Absolutely

Obviously im not talking about literal snakes but more likely to taco

Do i think taco regrets being who she is right now? And my answer is yes, her regret is clear as the water itself

Taco had everything, an huge chance of winning, a 'friend' the viewers liking in her words she was made to win, for then everything crumble down making her show her true colors

And then. . .isolating herself in the forest for presumably two fucking years,two years without somebody, only herself alone in the woods,having to carry with regret and guilt of her own actions and then something happened

Maybe. . .a second chance?

-taco & mic's relationship and how important mic was for her

Now lets enter to their relationship and how mic had an slight impact to taco, let me explain

Taco and mic started not really good, taco saw mic as nothing more but a pawn somebody who had to be 'guided' but mic changes that vision of her rather quickly as she showed her manipulation skills thing that taco respected making her start to get more comfortable around taco, she didn't saw her as a pawn anymore she started to get along with her and even tried to cheer her up in her own strange way in short words she was slowly getting attached to her allowing herself to get comfortable around her and starting to slowly act more like actual partners

And then here comes, 'mine your own bussiness' now this episode was important for their relationship, 'why?' you may ask and its simple. This was the point where their relationship got stronger before the disaster

And its because mic's reaction to taco's past, she wasn't really concerned about her actual past or pickle situation, she was concerned for taco because she knows how much she regrets her actions, all thanks to the portal scene, she finally started to connect the dots, she started to understand the story and started being sympathetic with her she saw her as more, she didn't saw her only as some kind of greedy unredeemable person, she saw more in her she trusted her and taco

Taco saw that

And appreciated that because

No one did that to her in a long time, nobody standed up for her before in a long time, she for once after so long finally had somebody who apreciated her like mic did

Thing that makes mic leaving even sadder for her, because after so fricking long she had somebody by her side for then everything being thrown down the bride like nothing

Only one mistake

And that was what doomed everything

That clearly leave an impact on her

Mic leaving hurted her im pretty sure even more than pickle

Because mic got her, mic took the small time for understand her and her behavior and see through her rough shell (pun intended)

Somebody for first time after so long inside her life wasn't inmediatly pushed away by her real self

For then that person to go away leaving her alone isolated and hurt

-taco and her obsession with inanimate insanity + how the show fucked up her mental state

Now one of the parts i wanted to get in the most

for show how badly fucked up this woman mental health is

I had this thought for a long while that taco had this so called 'obsession' with the game, which is one of the reasons of her behavior

And i feel this obsession comes from the fact that she had and has nothing else, inanimate insanity became her entire life, inanimate insanity its the only thing she have left add that the fact that mic left

She has nothing to lose anymore, her only purpose is to win, that's the only way she feel she could get her happy ending, the ending that was never there for her, inanimate insanity now is her only chance, the only chance she got for fix her fucked up life and mental health, despite those ways clearly not being the solution

I might be overthinking this? Yes but if you think about it makes sense

After all, the show again is the only thing taco has left in her miserable life, she had been living in the woods for presumably 2 years

she already lost everything

She cant lost the only thing she has left

And if you think about it, the entire situation its really fucked up, inanimate insanity screwed up her mental health

Just like everybody, she suffered as much as any other contestants in this god forsaken show

This game has been ANYTHING but healthy for her

But there she is, still sticking to her plan hurting everybody including herself in the process for the only chance she probably has

And the situation becomes even worst if we consider the posibility that theres no prize

-possible 'retirement'

I really hope taco gets a redemption arc, this show hasn't been healthy for her and she really needs a rest from it but i feel this might also be hard

Taco is a pretty big sturborn and i dont think she'll be really wilding to listen to anyome at all EXCEPT for the only person that could possibly care about her

Dont get me wrong i would love see tacobulb interactions in ep 15 but it makes sense mic being the only one that taco will be wilding to listen to, because again, mic saw taco as more than some greedy unredeemable person, she thought she could change she gave her a chance

So it wouldn't be a surprise if she actually listens to the only one who gave her that chance, the one that didn't inmediatly pushed her away the one that means something for her the only one who listened to her

And that person is mic

Hopefully taco will finally leave the show for good because then again the show hasn't been good for her own mental healt, and she seriously needs to leave it if she really wants to become better

She needs to move on to the next stage, the stage she never could reach, she will have a chance for reach it

And even though im 99% she'll do one final mistake before finally move on, i hopr she can take that opportunity and finally have her happy ending because honestly she deserves a break

#ii microphone #inanimate insanity #tacophone #ii taco #taco inanimate insanity #ii lightbulb #inanimate insanity lightbulb #microphone inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity spoilers #inanimate insanity season 2 #taco ii #please ignore my horrible grammar

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achy-boo · 8 months

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The Sea Miracles

Summary: Opposites attract. It is the term used for people who are complete opposites meet and fall in love. Well the saying is true but what would two people from different dorms meet. Love is a unique thing indeed.

Shipping: Daniel x Tsukii

AN: Daniel belongs to @yuuniee

Words: 902 words

Warning: Fluff, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, Tsukii being her secretive self, doubt about themselves(Tsukii), Jeanne being a wingman, a bit of angst but mostly fluff :3

People find love in mysterious ways.

Not only is the saying true and it makes two different people fall in love. In more ways than one. Daniel Jett Sterling had fallen in love with Isolabella Duvessa Tsukii aka Tsukii, the first vice warden of NRC’s Sapphire Lake Dorm.

How they meet is interesting to say the least. Daniel and Tsukii met during after class hours, they both bump into each other and Tsukii was the one to apologize for not paying attention as she was reading a book. “Hey..I apologize for bumping into you. I really should put my book away more often.” The girl said with a nervous smile as she was embarrassed of her actions. The merfolk just look at her in awe. He was taken back by her beauty and her appearance. He never saw any woman who had those features but her. Her burgundy red hair with light purple shaded ends, light tan skin, her eyes are heterchomia but her eyes have crimson red and amethyst purple colors in them.

Daniel snapped out his trance when he noticed the girl was staring at him in worry. “Eh. It's no biggie. I’m Daniel. Daniel Jett Sterling.” Daniel introduces himself as the girl looks at him in curiosity before introducing herself back. “My name is Isolabella Duvessa Tsukii. It is a pleasure to meet you Daniel. Call me Isolabella or Tsukii.”

After that day, Daniel and Tsukii usually see each other at random times with random people. But they share common interests, one of them is music. Daniel is a DJ while Tsukii is a DJ too but she plays a different type of music with Daniel but she never likes showing her face towards fans or in public outside of NRC. Daniel noticed that the bookworm only comes to Octavinelle for drinks and some food and nothing else. He also noticed that she always has a book with her, knowing why she is called the silent bookworm by everyone in NRC. Daniel was the first one to take her order and even delivered her food, making small conversations with the said girl. Tsukii was shocked when Daniel has misophonia but she understands and shares a bit of information. She has a fear of being taken advantage of because what happened to her when she was younger, she ended vowing to close her heart so she will be okay. Daniel ended up vowing to treat Tsukii like a queen she is. Tsukii and Daniel are both careful with their actions and words towards each other, making sure that they are both okay.

Tsukii was in denial about her feelings for Daniel as she worried about her heart breaking again. She was taken advantage of by so many people..that she had to close her heart away so she won’t be hurt again. But she knows that Daniel loves her but she knows that she never gets her hopes up. That is the lesson she learned years ago. As time passed, Daniel and Tsukii grew closer as everyone in NRC was confused and shocked when they saw Daniel and Tsukii together but the silent bookworm only gave vague answers which not only annoyed people but it made them want to know more. Daniel wanted to ask Tsukii out but he ended up overhearing Tsukii tell her close friends that her birthday is coming so she was excited for it. He later asks Jeanne when’s the girl’s birthday and he has the answer he needs. “January 23rd is her birthday. Why?” Jeanne asked Daniel with a sly smirk, making the male blush and confessed that he was planning to ask Tsukii out.

The mirror demon told Daniel a place in Sapphire Lake Dorm where Tsukii hangs out which is the gardens and told him where to find it. Daniel was excited but scared to be rejected by Tsukii but Jeanne reassures him that Tsukii may look cold but she is a sweetheart underneath the cold mask. She is positive that Tsukii will return his feelings. When Tsukii’s birthday comes, Daniel asks Tsukii to show the gardens which the girl happily shows him the way. Daniel loves the way Tsukii shows him Sapphire Lake Dorm and he will admit..Sapphire Lake Dorm is unique just like her. The two arrived at the garden and just relaxed there. Daniel decided to confess to Tsukii and closed his eyes in fear but..Tsukii spoke. “Silly. I love you too.” She smiles at him with her cheeks red and she is actually crying tears of joy. Daniel held her close to him and they both shared their first kiss.

In the background, Jeanne is watching the scene with a warm smile on her face. “I told you that you will find someone who loves you for who you are, Tsu-Tsu. You already found that person.” Jeanne leaves the scene with teary eyes, happy for Tsukii to find her love,proud of herself to tell Daniel about the garden and now wishes for the two to overcome anything together.

Love is agonizing but patient. That is Tsukii's new lesson. She found someone that sees her for herself and nothing else. This makes the silent bookworm drop her mask and smile warmly with tears of joy and happiness. ‘Finally..I can’t hide behind a mask anymore..I'm happy.’ Tsukii smiled at the thought. What a beautiful birthday gift.

#the archiver writes #oc x oc #the hidden mansion #writing masterlist #my writing #Isolabella Tsukii #Daniel Jett Sterling

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scarlet-ancunin · 1 year

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Picture this, Desire babysitting Jed, like one night Rose is absolutely desperate for a baby sitter so she summons her great grand parent then Desire calls reader for help. I'm picturing that tik tok sound

Desire: sooo you want a beer

Y/N : He's eight!

Desire: I don't know what am I supposed to do with him!

Lol kay, ngl i would like to dab more into you as readers trying to het Desire to be a "father" figure to their child but i would like to hear your Requests on that😊

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Babysitting Duties

To say the least Desire cannot babysit to save their life they wasn't really that much invested in it.

So you was surprised when Rose begged you to let their grandpa take care of them after all unity was their grandmother and well Desire told you their little scheme to annoy their older brother you found it amusing but was annoyed to.

"I'll see what i can do Rose i mean Jed is um well you both never met Desire and well They ARE the Personification of desire for a reason.

"Well maybe they played a part in me longing to find my brother." You was quiet wondering if that was possible but you sigh softly. "Okay I'll try to bring them okay" you smiled when Rose hugs you since they never met their other grandparents but knew Desire was an endless like the one named Morpheus.

You told Desire who with quick motion said "No" you pouted "come on you have to at least meet them once in you owe Rose that since you litterally use her to get to dream" you glared.

Desire shrugs before sighing "the plan failed and she is alive so there really was no harm.....fine I'll go but your staying with me"

You laughed and nod "very well love I'll stay with you and please behave"

Desire pulled you close and kissed you softly "i will for you"

Desire and Y/n was sitting with Jed and Rose. To say the least they was surprised to see this is who their late grandmother's lover was. Rose got a call and left to answer it.

Desire stared at Jed before asking "umm you want some wine or something?" Desire was cut off by you scolding them

"L-Love they are only twelve!?" Desire raised an hand in defense. "I don't know what to do with him" Desire said frowning.

Jed laughed "so your and Endless like the sandman" he asked and Desire nods "hmm i am just like my older brother just have more style then him." He smiles

"Well thats true i can tell, so what kind of powers do you have."

You glare at Desire since their powers can be rated 18+ so they shrugs. "I make people want things and even things want things I to have "Magic" to like my big brother. Among other things your to young to understand"

Jed was interested now and asked if Desire can show them "magic" so Desire made a simple candle flame change into different colors before it started shaping and soon spelling Jed's name.

"Whoa thats so cool" they complement and you smile lightly watching them still worried Desire may do something stupid.

You went to talk to Rose and Jed looks behind him watching you leave before turning to Desire. "Um what was grandma like?"

Desire was surprised he asked that question but they answered truthful minus the rated 18+ content and the fact that Rose was meant to sabotage Dream.

"She was a lovely creature, due to some....unfortunate events I stood with your grandmother for a long time and even fell in love."

Of course she started her own company made friends and had your mother" when Jed was about to ask Desire cuts him off "To young child, but your grandmother was a very brilliant woman a shame she had to leave you two so soon." They said sitting back.

Rose and you was by the door frame listening smiling as Desire continues with little stories until Jed asked a question.

"Do you ever Regret leaving or whatever happened?"

Desire looked away almost deep in thought. Rose looked worried Jed may have overstepped and you was worried about Desire since that never really happened often.

"Sometimes.." they would answer finally before standing up and walking over to the fireplace shrugging "but there is nothing i can do now whats in the past remains there."

Jed got up and followed Desire looking up at the tall endless.

"Will you leave us?" Jed ask already liking Desire.

"Hmm im an endless Jed I'll always be with you right here" a perfectly manicured red painted nail pressed against his chest. Jed smiles "great" they said happily and runs off to do something.

Rose walked up to Desire thanking them before running off to check on Jed you wrap your arms around Desire.

"That was sweet of you to share that with him love" you said kissing their cheek. They would smile at you lightly before before looking down at the fire. "I only state the truth.

"Mmm you seem to be good with kids with just a bit more refined appraches you could make a good parent love"

They chuckle lightly "i doubt it but i can certainly try....for you"

"I know my love"

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Blonde Movie Review: Marilyn Deserves More

In the 2022 film Blonde, Ana de Armas plays a fictionalized telling of Marilyn Monroe's life from birth to deathbed.

It is pretty obvious to many why a Marilyn Monroe biopic would be interesting. She’s arguably the most famous woman of all time, who was adored by many and critiqued by more, she had a whole different name before being famous, and she sadly died young which led many to speculate and ultimately left a lasting impact on the world. So there is many reasons why going into this film, one would be excited and have high hopes but it ends up making you feel indifferent in the end.

Within the first hour, you see a rape, an abortion, multiple suicide attempts and more relentless trauma unfold in Marilyn’s life. Due to all this trauma being unfolded, you cannot help but feel like it is an exploration of her and it doesn’t attempt to try to show her any respect. However, I cannot help but try to figure out why a biopic based on arguably the most famous woman of all time would be made this way? All of this to say this movie is based on the factionalized novel of the same name but still you would think that when someone wants to make a movie on a true icon in every sense of the word, they would do it out of admiration and maybe even love. The film did do a good job of making me consider why someone who do a film like this on a real person in the spotlight. Is it to show how horrible our media was to her and all the trauma we have to witness is to remind us all what we, the public, did to her? Or is it just an inconsiderate director who wanted to make a film but did not show any care to its subject? No one would ever doubt the amount of trauma Marilyn had to go through as Norma Jean and again as Marilyn but when it is made into a film, the audience can easily get drained and it is not enjoyable. I do believe that Ana de Armas came to this project with a lot of admiration for Marilyn and tried to give her a genuine dedication. Nonetheless, her performance comes up short because it does not feel very connected to Marilyn in my opinion and she did have some trouble with the accent. Since the film is using a fictionalized novel about a public real person as its back bone, it struggles harshly with accuracy and telling a true story. If you want to watch this movie to learn something about Marilyn, you most likely will not, even though it is a two hour and forty seven minute long film. Coming in at close to three hours, the only way I can see this film be appreciated is as an art piece. This film could have been a true success if it was about a real person. I would have honestly enjoyed this film much more if it wasn’t trying to depict a real persons life because it would just be another well made dramatic film. My favorite part of the movie and the only reason why I would recommend anyone to watch it is for the cinematography. The cinematography is done very artfully and unique which is great to see since many biopic films are usually one note. In Blonde, its cinematography is chameleon like because it changes aspect ratios often and goes from black white to color often. It’s pretty to look at definitely and some of the scenes of Ana as Marilyn do look beautiful. I admire the artistry of the creation of the film but it fails at what the big picture should be. It seems that we probably never will know the truth when it comes to the most known woman of all time, and maybe it should stay like that.

The film seems desperate in its attempt of her longing for a father figure and making men be the heroes of her story. Even though her life ended shortly, she got to the success she attained alone. The film makes me question a lot when it comes to how the story was told. I can’t help but think maybe if the film was directed by a woman instead of a man would it be better or different? Since this storytelling of Marilyn is done where she is exceptionally vulnerable, I can’t help to think a female director might be able to show the vulnerability in a more accurate way. It contradicts itself constantly and that’s my biggest problem with it.

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