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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Loving the Zach stuff so far!!!

Could you maybe do something where yn hates his guts, but he is like in love with her and all her sass?? Then they're forced to go on some school trip together or something, and she realizes she likes him and a cute angry love confession, perhaps???

Danke 🫶🏼💐

Thank You, History Class

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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Y/N and Zach have been running in the same friend group since Freshman year, but it doesn’t mean they necessarily get along. Well, it doesn’t mean that she likes him. His sarcasm and puppy dog vibe annoys her cool and distant personality. He’s always asking her how her day is going and trying to make her laugh with his stupid jokes. Zach, on the other hand, fell for her grumpy soul the moment he set eyes on her. Unlike most people, who don’t bother looking deeper into her personality, Zach could see the soft side that she held within and never let anyone see. He would always catch how she would stand up from her bus seat when she saw an elderly person. She wouldn’t let people around her know it was the reason, but she always did. He saw the little bowl of milk she left outside her house for a cat mother and her kittens. Finally, he saw how sweet she was to children whenever they were around her.

Zach didn’t want to take a history class and he certainly didn’t feel like going on a field trip to a museum. It all felt very high school to him. The only upside about it: Y/N is also taking the same class. When he saw that he needed a history credit to graduate, he definitely didn’t go looking for what classes she was taking this semester to try and be in the same one. The cost was giving Jason access to his bathroom whenever he wanted, but it was worth it. He knows the field trip isn’t mandatory for any marks, yet he knows Y/N is going to be there. As he heads toward the Victorian house, he finds Y/N out front waiting for the professor to show up. Her clothing consists of black and brown colours as usual. Her hair was held back by a shiny black claw clip.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he grins, coming to stand beside her. She gives him a side eye, “Could you be more cliche? Try something more original, would ya? I still can’t believe you are taking this class.” He doesn’t let her sour mood dampen his energy. “Come on, you know you like having me with you in this class. The only other people in this class are girls who have a romanticized view of the era, or guys, who have a history stick so far up their ass that they think a history degree will take them far in life,” he notes, turning to look at her. She looks him dead in the eyes, “I’m a history major. And I am neither of those things.” “I know, that’s because you are so much better than them. You are far too smart for them,” he flatters. She shakes her head, turning her attention to the professor who has just arrived, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” The professor leads them into the museum and begins his lecture. After ten minutes of listening to the man speak, both Y/N and Zach realized that coming was a big waste of time. He doesn’t know what he is talking about and Zach can hear Y/N constantly correcting the older man under her breath.

He leans toward her, making sure his lips are close to her ear. “Wanna go on our own little tour? This man is getting half of this stuff wrong.” She thinks she has lost her mind because this must be the first thing Zach has said that she thought was a good idea. “That actually sounds kind of fun. They have a Victorian fashion exhibit I want to see, but I don’t think Professor Robo over there is going to take us to,” she whispers back. Her hand finds his and she hates to admit she likes the warmth of his in hers. They round the stairs to the exhibit. She looks delighted when she spots the first mannequin with clothes. Her feet find their way beside a girl about six years old, already looking at the dress. The child’s eyes find Y/N’s face and they smile at each other. “You know, this is an 1843 Evening dress. The bodice, the thing around the chest, is low off the shoulders. And they have lots of other skirts underneath to make it poofy,” Y/N softly explains to the little girl.

They spent around thirty minutes in the small room. Y/N walks around with Willow and Zach, explaining each outfit to them. She is surprised that Zach seemed honestly engaged with what she was saying and would ask thoughtful questions. Eventually, Willow’s mother, an employee, came looking for her and took the girl to lunch. “Do you want to head to lunch?” she asks. He shakes his head, “Actually, I was hoping we could look at the Victorian sports exhibit. I brought some snacks, so if you are hungry, we can share.” He pulls out a bag of cucumbers shaped like hearts. She has to giggle at the sight because big jock Zach MacLaren likes to have his vegetable cut into shapes.

“What?” he questions in fake offence, holding out the Ziploc to her. She shakes her head with a chuckle, “Nothing, just surprised your cucumbers look like an inaccurate depiction of a human organ.” “They make them taste better. Try,” he says with a shrug. He hands her a slice and listens to the sweet crunch of her biting into the vegetable. “Okay… I must admit it is more fun to eat it like a heart. I can pretend I’m a witch eating people’s hearts,” she agrees. He doesn’t look disturbed by her macabre comments, instead, he pretends to be ripping out his heart as he hands her another slice. She enjoys him playing with her deadly thoughts.

They spent about an hour looking at the different displays, eating his snacks and taking turns reading the display’s blurbs to each other. As they stand on the steps of the museum, Y/N towers over him from the step above. He looks up at her like she hangs the stars in the sky. “I hate to admit that you made this day pretty fun,” she confides. Her hands find their way behind her back, biting her lip as she looks into his eyes. His mouth turns into a crescent moon, “I’m really glad I did. I like spending time with you.” She takes a moment to think and moves her head away in frustration. Not at him, but at the turmoil inside her mind. Why is his charming smile suddenly getting to her? Why does she want to step into his warmth and let his arms bring her in? “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m falling for you, MacLaren. So… would you want to go to dinner? Like on a date,” she confesses with a hint of annoyance in her tone that is just normally there. She is disgusted by the excitement that crosses his face. He gets off the steps, running around the green grass in front of the building. He jumps every so often with a little whoop let out as he does so.

He rushes back to her, grabbing her around her waist and spinning her around. She finds the sound of her giggles odd but enjoys it nonetheless. “Way to keep a poker face,” she sasses, looking down at him. He doesn’t care though all he wants is a chance to be with her.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

#the other zoey #zach maclaren #zach maclaren x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey fanfiction

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qsmpcryptid · 3 months

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Etoiles really is like those posts of cats who were just fed but talk like they're starving victorian children

You NERF Etoiles??? You do not want him to be happy?? You want him to stay sad and miserable?? Its fine!! I will take all of my OP items and die!!

#qsmp #qsmp etoiles

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iconic-post-bracket · 1 year

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Cats talk like disparaged Victorian children/Miette

None pizza with left beef

#round one #group a #poll

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ylidelle · 5 months

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Ominis Gaunt Head Canons

These are my personal head canons for my fancy blonde mole-specked heathen. 💚

Background

Birthday: July 25, 1875

Blood status: Pure-blood

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

Family members: One of the seven children of the House of Gaunt — four girls and three boys; Ominis is the second youngest (it’s normal in the Victorian era to have a large family); his family are pure-blood supremacists

Patronus: A large serpent

Animagus: Large cow reticulated python (because of his beauty marks all over his face and body)

Height: 5’10 to 6’

Body type: Lithe and toned

Favourite snack: Chocolate Frogs

Favourite drink: Earl grey tea

Future Career: Healer

What you’ll smell from Amortentia when you like him: Violet flowers, tea, chocolate

Personality

Cold at first and has difficulty trusting people

His fondness for cats reveals this soft side

Introvert — not actually shy, but is always reserved; likes being alone most of the time; loves the silence

Emphatic to people he’s close to

Has “mother hen” tendencies — always concerned with the well-being of people close to him and is very protective

Scolds you whenever you get into trouble but still tolerates you — says you’re insufferable but loves you anyway

Always calm and collected unless his friends get into trouble; he always gets exasperated whenever that happens

A true-blue gentleman

When you’re close to him, he’s very mischievous — jokes around, pranks you, teases you, etc.

Witty, sarcastic, snarky, and mildly arrogant — will banter and have verbal sparring with you when you’re already close to him

He is very kind and soft-spoken when not in his “mischievous mood” or when he hasn’t discovered the trouble you got yourself into yet

Despite being good-looking, people tend to avoid him due to his Gaunt lineage and family background; people think he’s into the Dark Arts when it’s the other way around (we already know that he despises the Dark Arts in-game)

Enjoys fashion despite not being able to see. He likes to dress up like a fine gentleman and keeps himself always prim and proper

Always the most well-groomed person

Talents and Hobbies

His hobby is sleeping anywhere (already seen in-game) — during free times on the floors and benches, and even during classes, causing him to get less than stellar grades sometimes, but when he does pay attention, he’s pretty intelligent

He can play the piano by ear. He uses his wand to detect the keys, but his muscle memory already knows where they are and can play without it (90% of piano players can play with their eyes closed)

Loves reading — uses his wand to read the books; enchants the books so he can hear the words in his head like an audio book if there aren’t any braille versions

Friendship with Sebastian

He still considers Sebastian his oldest friend, but they aren’t as close as they were before the events in the catacombs with the relic and Solomon dying because of Sebastian’s recklessness

They are civil and only hangs out with Sebastian if MC is with them

Very snarky with Sebastian and is always quiet when with him; only speaks when he needs to when he’s with Sebastian

Doesn’t talk about what happened in their fifth year because it’s still a sore topic for him and he doesn’t want to get into a fight with Sebastian; only gets resolved when MC helps them out and talk it out with the both of them

What’s he like when crushing on you

Gets shy and awkward when he starts to realise he likes you more than a friend

Similar to a stray cat that’s wary but wants to be loved so badly and yet doesn't understand how to get there

He acts nonchalant, but deep down, he is screaming when you are being affectionate either friendly or romantically

Likes your friendly hugs, arms hooked around each other, and any skinship you offer when in private as friends (usually in the Undercroft); doesn’t like PDAs even during friendship

Sends you letters through owls just to check up on you and asks about how your day or weekend had been if he hasn’t seen you for a day or more

He will vehemently deny having any feelings for you, often becoming flustered or defensive when the topic is brought up

Resorts to teasing or mocking you as a way to hide his true feelings, which can come across as mean-spirited or sarcastic, then feels guilty about it internally and suddenly tries to make up for it by being extra kind (like offering to hold things for you, do something for you, etc.)

May become jealous when he sees you with someone else but will deny it and pretend not to care

Displays protective instincts, looking out for you without admitting it, such as helping you out discreetly or defending you from others

Acts aloof and disinterested when interacting with you, maintaining a tough exterior to conceal his affection

Tries to come up with excuses to spend more time with you (even when you’re in a different House)

Is very generous with time and gifts even as a friend; will always buy you your favourite snack, pay for your meal at the Three Broomsticks from time to time, and give you gifts on your birthday

How he lets you know he likes you and how he confesses to you

He will give you subtle hints first like endearing compliments, passing comments, subtle flirtatious jokes, surprise gifts, and subtle invitations to “friendly dates” during your normal conversation (e.g. “Of course, anything for my favorite person,” “And love you for it,” “Great job on passing your NEWTs. Here’s a Chocolate Frog as a reward,” “We worked hard taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement. Don’t you think we deserve some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? My treat.”)

He will confess face-to-face at a private place and when you’re both comfortable, like when tending to your plants or taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement, having a friendly date at the secluded park at the back of Ceridwen's Cauldrons in Hogsmeade, strolling around the Black Lake, etc.

He blushes like mad when he confesses and tells you that he has developed feelings for you for so long and wouldn’t want to graduate without telling you about it

He is straightforward when speaking to you about his feelings, holds your hand when telling you he loves you romantically for the first time, then hugs you tightly when you reciprocate, nuzzling his face in your shoulder

What’s he like in the relationship

Always thinks of new places and activities to take you on a date every week

If he’s generous as a best friend/crush, he’s even more of a giver when you’re together

Doesn’t let an argument last for more than a day; always wants to talk it out and resolve the issue

Doesn’t easily get jealous, but tends to get anxious when another guy gets your attention

Very loyal — doesn’t engage in another girl’s advances because he doesn’t want to cheat on you even when inebriated

Loves holding hands, playing with your fingers and palm, as well as caressing and kissing them

He’s always sleepy and always has nap dates with you in the Room of Requirement; he’s always cuddled up with you, his head buried in your neck or chest

He doesn’t let anyone see his hair getting messy unless it’s you and he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp

He doesn’t like public display of affection but loves skinship and loves to feel your warmth against him when you two are alone; he’s touchy-feely when in private

Although he doesn’t like PDA, due his love for skinship, he would still hold your hand every now and then, and there will be lingering touches on your arm or he would sometimes play with the ends of your hair (if your hair is long)

He would play the piano for you whilst you spend time alone with him in the Room of Requirement

He will help you with homework, assist you in your errands, and go with you when you roam around the Scottish Highlands

Very communicative, transparent, empathetic and considerate

Treats you as his bestest friend and confidant as much as you are his lover

What’s he like in the bedroom

He is reserved and a little shy, but usually only the first few times since he’s a virgin before your relationship

Cuddling is one of his favourite forms of skinship, so this is almost always how it all starts for the both of you in the bedroom

He basically turns into a giant cuddle bug with zero personal space

Likes to be the big spoon

He likes to intertwine your legs and his arms around you — feeling your soft skin, playing with your hair, kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck until it goes to every inch of your skin

He likes to be affectionate when behind closed doors, but needs an emotional and strong connection first

Listens to your requests, follows them, and always checks in with you to make sure you are enjoying what he is doing

Also makes sure that you are happy with what you do — be it taking the lead or following his guidance

He always lets you finish first and considers your pleasure before his

Usually is very gentle, but when you ask for it, he can be rough with you; he can also be very rough when you kept on teasing him and denying him any pleasure at first

Aftercare has him cleaning you before himself and making sure you're well taken care of before cuddling with you again; he likes to talk for hours after your session, talking about feelings, about the experience, what you both would like to do better next time and would like to try out, and so on until you both fall asleep

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy screenshots #ominis x oc #ominis headcanon

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tag-that-oc · 22 days

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A side character from my story who I want to talk about:

His name is Louis and he is a talking cat who lives in a library. He talks like a Victorian gentleman but still still behaves like a normal cat and orders humans around like a to bring him food and pet him, treating them like his servants

Louis loves to "help" people who are visiting the library and misleads them on purpose. Someone wants to know where the horror books are? Louis will lead them to the children's section. Searching for fantasy novels? Louis leads you to the autobiography section which is at the other end of the (huge) building. As soon as the person realizes that they've been tricked Louis is "gone" (he actually sits on a nearby bookshelf and enjoys the humans confusion)

Staff has repeatedly tried putting up signs that say something among the lines of "Don't listen to the cat" to warn people but to no avail because Louis always finds a way to remove the signs when no one's looking.

The reasons why he's allowed to stay despite his shenanigans are:

1. He actually does help people sometimes. Mostly new staff who doesn't know everything yet (he mostly does so in hopes of gaining their sympathy so they'll give him pats and snacks)

2. They can't get rid of him. He will always find a way to sneak in

3. They people working at the library all like cats so they can't bring themselves to bring him to a shelter (Someone even got him small glasses and a bow tie which he loves to wear)

I LOVE HIM

he's so funny i support his mischief <3

#mangos-draws #oc show and tell #fishe answers

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vital-information · 7 months

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"What I really realized about some of my ideas of freedom is that they were like neoliberal fantasies. It's like, 'let me choose everything,' 'leave me alone all the time,' 'don't put any demands on me--only I will make demands.' It's a dark vision, and it really took me a long time to understand that the things that I'd been taught by the capitalist 80s to believe were unfreedom are freedom. Having people who mean something to you, who you have duties towards, is not unfreedom; it's freedom. It's actual existence...To be free of meaning is not freedom. Now my life is full of meanings, sometimes they're difficult, sometimes they're painful, but it's absolutely full. I don't think children are the only root to that kind of meaning, but I absolutely think you have to find something other than yourself to focus on.

...

When I meet a lot of other lady writers, I know, when we first had children we spent our whole time talking about how we were somehow trapped or imprisoned, but that's the most superficial idea of what a relation with other people is like. Now I consider all my relations--my friends, my dog, my husband, my family--as things that liberate me from myself. They are absolute freedom to me, and without them I would just be completely lost. A dog can do this for you, a cat can do this for you, going down to the larder and volunteering can do this for you. You just need to be among other people at some point, because otherwise it's hard to find in yourself (or for me anyway) a reason to go on.

...

It's a question of what does that freedom involve. I notice with the 'children thing' is that, at least in my own case, you spend so long battling to try and retain your own space. Then, when you look at what you've battled for, it isn't very much. These children are about to grow and disappear so quickly that you're going to get what you want sooner than you can imagine. All of these things are so out of sync with our capitalist discourse which is about 'you do you,' 'get what you want.' When it comes into conflict with this other thing, I guess we have in our heads, 'Am I become some kind of Victorian or old-fashioned person who is domesticated and a traditional woman.' We fight against that as if there's no liberating version of being connected to other people. That is the triumph of capitalism: it convinces you that it's just you and the shops, it's just you and the phone, and that's all that there is. Where there is an older vision of solidarity between people, within families, between children, between men and men, women and women, men and women--a community that is freeing. It's not a trap. It's like the only thing that brings joy.

...

I also think that's one of the tricks of the patriarchy: it makes you feel that all the traditional, supposedly feminine arts are humiliating. But why are they humiliating? In my house, it was the other way around. My dad was the cook. My dad was the cleaner. My mom was working a lot. My dad did a lot of those things. They're not humiliating when a man does them, apparently--[Interviewer Annie Macmanus: They're noble.]--He's been dead a long time, and sometimes, I can think of a meal he used to cook me, and it will bring me to tears. It was an art. And it was nourishing. And it was beautiful. And I'm so grateful. It was an act of love. I can't cook like that. My children will never have those memories of me. But, it's not nothing. It's the art of living. If it was a supposedly traditionally male art, you'd be getting awards for it...So I really resent the idea that these things are humiliating, even when I am picking up pants off the stairs, I think, 'I'm doing something for somebody else.' There is something noble in that, I hope.

Of course, the frustration is real. I think men suffer it just as much as women. I think to the credit of many contemporary men, they are doing absolutely the same amount of work...So the frustration is no longer purely female, which might be one of the triumphs of feminism. It's now something that lots of people have to experience, men and women. It's not that it's not real, but I have come to realize that [the frustration]'s not entirely debilitating. When it comes to art making, frustration can be really useful. Not being able to write, having your hands tied for part of every day, when I get down to my desk, I can't wait. Whereas when I was twenty-seven, I do remember embarrassingly moping around saying, 'Oh, I've got writer's block,' 'Oh, I've got ennui.' That to me now is like a comic thing, a ridiculous person who can't be taken seriously."

Zadie Smith, interviewed on Changes with Annie Macmanus

#zadie smith #annie macmanus #domesticity #housekeeping #hestia #to build a home

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amypihcs · 7 months

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And today my favourite scene!! Well, let's see what our dear victorian husbands are up to.

Nu! Poor Holmes, a sprain! Well, at least there's an inn nearby! Better to ask for a carriage or... or a bike?

MAN! Watson must be FUMING. Beware, Mr Hayes. That kind-looking, distinguished doctor can ABSOLUTELY end you.

That is not courteous of you, man!

Also i'm sure Watson is confused and already suspecting something... What are you planning Holmes?

In LIVERPOOL, you say? Ah, sure. Oh, well, the horses will do. Now first some dinner.

Watson, is that a little dart to Holmes? The one on the ankle. And the one on eating. As if someone hadn't thought to the lunch! Well, at least you're eating something now... Holmes? What? GOT IT??

Aaaand here the explanation!

And some bit of theatre before, OF COURSE

IS all of this necessary? What's your conclusion DEAR BEETLE?

You mean they used cow-shaped horses- AND IT'S LIKE THIS! A little of snaking around... And there they are! (i could've done well without the classism too)

Well, landlord catches them and they decide to 'walk to the hall'

SURE.

Also Holmes' been picking up his irregulars' slang. Bet Watson finds that adorable, lol

DOWN!

Holmes threw them both on the ground and! the secretary! the super suspicious guy!

And if the walk of the morning hadn't been enough, now a pretty run...

They're having a lot of exercise today. Well, let's see a bit closer what happens.

(Is Holmes holding Watson's hand again?) Well, regardless he just climbed on his shoulders. Watson just held on very well. Bet he didn't feel much weight. Very strong Watson in this story!

Back to the school... and Holmes isn't speaking

Ah, back you are from talking to the headmaster, dear, come to bed! Holmes proceeds to kiss Watson, hug him and promise him that the following day all will be okay. Then they lie down <3

Following day, Holmes maybe made his Watson some spoilers and they are at the duke's!

And Holmes' playing with the duke like a cat with a mouse

And both Holmes and Watson are having fun in it!

Thin hand mention, there! Perfect, daily Holmes' hand appreciation satisfied. And Holmes why do you have the Pound sign in your eyes? Oh no, Watson, he's thinking to the children and to your future cottage.

Look, the duke is startled!

And this is a proper coup de théatre. And Watson leaves us with a cliffhanger again, but we can't grudge him for that!

#letters from watson #victorian husbands #sherlock holmes #dr watson #john watson #acd johnlock #Strong Watson moments #Holmes and Watson playing with the duke like cats with a mouse

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tenebrius-excellium · 10 months

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Y'all I'm writing a term paper about Tumblr (affectionate) *facepalm* more specifically about "collaborative narration on social media" which means I get to academically ramble about Goncharov, Cats Talking Like Disparaged Victorian Children, and so forth XDDD

#wherethekiteflies #update on reddie's life #oh to be a lit major I love what I'm doing #university #life #daily life #tumblr #tumblr lore is mine to command

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celestial-naiad · 1 month

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

1) My sword loving husband

2) my victorian children cats

3) crafting

4) believe it or not my job cus I get to work with peoples pets and talk about a subject that is really important to me

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bugtoast · 1 year

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My mom said that if cats talk like starving victorian children, then dogs should talk like 1920s mobsters. I will not elaborate

#sillies #textpost #shitpost

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smolhoneybat · 3 months

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hi! i've been a fan for quite a while. i really admire how you seem to articulate, i found myself becoming more introspective with every video. also it's really nice to see someone talking about games and series i really love. aside from that, i wanted to ask if you had any recommendations like games, books, shows, movies?

hi hi!! thank you so much, pinning the words down is hard but worth it haha 💛

Ooh I have so many... obviously there's the games and shows I've talked about on my channel but standouts would have to be Darkwood, Nier Automata and Arcane but ALSO

Games: -A Space for the Unbound: chill fetch quests in a small town in rural Indonesia, finish your summer bucket list with your gf, pet cats, dive into the subconsciousnesses of your neighbours!

-Ender Lilies: metroidvania platformer with some tight controls like Hollow Knight, gorgeous artwork and music, you play as Lily, a young amnesiac priestess trying to purify the spirits of the dead and stop the plague ridden rain that won't stop falling, you're small and weak but you recruit different spirits to fight with you but it never feels overwhelming or bloated, really enjoyed it

-Signalis: survival horror as an android looking for her gf, she made a promise and she's going. to. fulfil. it. Dystopian future in space with lots of good old rusty machine body horror, strange senses of time and memory and there's some puzzles in there too.

-Sunless Sea: Victorian London was moved underground by bats. Don't worry about it. Go sail the seas and try and turn a profit without losing your mind from the Horrors ^.^ (deceptively a lot of reading in this, plays like a management sim meets VN)

-Omori: 4 years ago Something happened. Omori dreams his days away in his room, carefully not thinking about that Something. Some of the game is in his colourful dream worlds and some out in the real world. Fights are always tinged with emotional rock paper scissors as how you, your friends and enemies feel will affect the fight! He's about to move house and an old friend comes knocking on the door...

(-alsoPathologicisgoodyesI'moneofthoseyoutubers)

Books: -Va11-Hall-A: I...don't know whether to put a VN under games or books so I'm putting it between the two. You're a barista in a cyberpunk kinda world, you listen to patrons while making them drinks and chat. (It's chill but sometimes gets pretty heavy and has a lot of mature topics in it for the record.) -Deathless by Cathrynne M. Valente: an alternate history book that has one foot in the Russian Revolution and the other in fairytale. Marya Morevna marries Koschei the Deathless, and goes back to his kingdom. She makes friends with various folklore creatures, checks in on her sisters who all married birds and her old and new lives begin to collide.

-The Locked Tomb trilogy by Tamsyn Muir: sci-fi necromancers vie to become the next right bony hand of God, first book is a murder mystery, second is a grim tale by a survivor of the first but something is Wrong and you know it is, third is an oddly domestic political tragedy and I loved them all so much, cannot recommend the audiobooks in particular enough (as the first is a murder mystery, all the voices the narrator does are both incredibly well done but let me pinpoint exactly who was speaking even when I couldn't remember their names, also she voiced Daniella in Haunting Ground!)

-The Gentleman Bastards series by Scott Lynch: small orphan becomes a conman in fantasy Italy. Ends up being drawn into some political intrigue and fucks around finds out, frequently!

-Children of Time: Spiders! Once upon a time an arrogant scientist decided to infect monkey with a virus that would encourage rapid evolution within cooperative species but...it reaches jumping spiders. They have their own form of sign language with vibrational tappy patterns against the ground and wiggling their palps! Scientist's consciousness has melded with an AI and is waiting for her monkeys to become intelligent enough to contact her

Misc: -Dungeon Meshi: do you want to learn about the ecosystem of a dungeon while also figuring out how to cook the creatures inside and watch a guy with a monster special interest live his absolute best life? Yeah you do! (I'm really enjoying this rn so ye)

-Mabel: podcast about a home health carer for an old lady who's only living relative, Mabel, is missing. Anna, the nurse, starts leaving her voicemails like a diary and slowly gets drawn into family secrets, fairy logic and goes exploring places she shouldn't (this one does not shy away from heavy topics including serious child abuse and its effects so if that's not for you then leave this one be)

#sorry this took a while to respond to I was chewing on what to recommend!#I'm sure I like some cheerful things too but I cannot for the life of me think of any #I mean A Space for the Unbound is pretty nice for MOST of it but the last section made me cry a lot

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artsyco3xist · 2 years

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TWST OC intro: Professor Yzmin

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Yzmin is a new professor at NRC who specializes in potionology, alchemy, and biology. He was a former NRC student with Crewel as his upperclassman. He is incredibly vain, self obsessed, and refuses to compromise his sense of style, even in the classroom. His attentiveness to his looks also manifests in his teaching style, being rather strict and will not hesitate to correct his students’ mishaps. They also have a huge temper that's almost as explosive as Ace's lab accidents.

Miscellaneous facts:

He's not good with animals. He had to take supplementary classes for animal languages

In addition to supplementary classes, he once had a friend who tutored him in it as well as attend to him while he was housewarden of Pomefiore

Still sees Crewel as his senpai but likes to have some friendly competition over who's best dressed

Ace: you didn't hear this from me but he still likes playing double dutch! Isn't he like 30 or something???

Got traumatized at a birthday party when he got accidentally hit by a stick when the kid meant to hit the piñata. Don't ask how the first years figured this out

Hobby: paragliding and skin care

Keeps a hidden dagger somewhere on him. Jack swore he saw a knife holster on his leg

“Its like im talking to a monkey. A really really big stupid monkey named ACE!!”

Misc artist's notes

Guys, I spent so much time drawing this guy because I would just STARE at him and let him seduce me/j truly I hold too much power

And the funny part was that he was gonna be fairly modest, but my mom really pushed his design to be closer to Yzma's actual design (which I tried to skip around because I thought it wouldn't work having a lab teacher be in such revealing clothing) so the more I took her input, the more slutty he became... Like... What I'm saying is you can thank my mom for this hot science professor. She too is far more powerful than any mortal and so I had to reign in her ideas lest he be too sexy for children to see.

But I still love this design. I incorporated several design elements from Yzma's various outfits throughout the movie except for the puffy sleeves. That was carried over from a previous draft of Yzmin that leaned more into a generic victorian teacher aesthetic.

The bottom wrap was a combo of Yzma's lab coat and her iconic black dress with a slit down the side. The goggles and gloves were also from the lab coat. The top and the connecting black collar were adapted from her original black dress while the curly bang was taken from her one of her puffy hats she wore right after she successfully took over the empire.

I forget if there was a specific look I took for the earrings, but I'm sure they're from Yzma's "flapper" outfit when she and kronk were at the restaurant looking for Kuzco. And to top it off, cat eye makeup look for her transformation into a cat!

I hope this was interesting to y'all. I want to share more of my art here on Tumblr since it's been trending towards TWST. I do other stuff as well as original pieces, but for now, enjoy what I have to offer!

#artists on tumblr #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst original character #disney twisted wonderland #original character #disney yzma #emperor's new groove #yzma

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iconic-post-bracket · 11 months

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Dicked down again

Cats talk like disparaged Victorian children

#round three #poll

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voicesinthedarkness · 7 months

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dreams

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

“Tasha…”

“What is it, Clint?”

He leans forward, his woodsmoke scent comforting and warm, and rests a hand on her cheek. Natasha closes her eyes, leaning into his familiar touch.

Then his lips are pressed to hers.

~ ~ ~

Natasha shoots up from her pillow, gasping. What the fuck was that? she wonders, pushing the blankets off and getting out of bed. Usually she has nightmares, the kind where she screams her way through the night—which is why she lives out in the country, so that no one can hear her—but that had actually been a good dream.

Never mind the fact that she’d been kissing Clint.

As Natasha heads out to the chicken coop for eggs, though, she starts to remember things: stuff Clint had said (“I don’t know what I’d do if you ended up in the hospital during a mission.”), stuff she had said (“I didn’t give you permission to die!!”)… the time Clint got drunk and had to sleep over at her house, and then she woke up and he’d gotten into her bed and was spooning her. She’d felt safe then, at least until she realized she was sleeping in the same bed as her drunk best friend. And it was the first night in a long time when she hadn’t had nightmares. It was… weird.

After breakfast, Natasha decides to put it aside for now. Fury said he’d have a mission soon, and she doesn’t need to be dealing with romance angst during that.

9:26AM

Clint: https://www.reddit.com/r/Catmemes/comments/iyug0e/trust_me/

Did he just—

You: did you just send me a cat meme

Clint: yeah

Clint: you got any?

You: …

You: apparently there’s a whole tumblr thread about cats talking like they’re neglected victorian children?

Clint: lol sounds like cats

10:01AM

Clint: thanks for the meme by the way

Clint: didn’t think you’d actually send one

You: I didn’t know you liked cat memes

You: and you asked for one, so I found one

You: you’re welcome

Clint: :)

You: thanks for sending me one

Clint: of course nat

~ ~ ~

Sure enough, Fury calls her a week later while she’s reading with a cup of tea. “Mission in Brazil,” he says, brusque as always. “Urgent.” Click. “Bastard,” Natasha grumbles, quickly finishing her tea and grabbing her mission bag.

Natasha knows he doesn’t boss her around because he’s a man and she’s a “lady”. It’s just Fury, and she likes that he treats her the same way he does Clint.

2:47PM

You: Clit

Clint: ??

You: CLINT

You: we’ve got a mission

Clint: ah ok

Christ. Romance angst and now she’s texting slang for female body parts. On accident, sure, but it’s still embarrassing.

Natasha arrives at the Triskelion soon after and heads up to Fury’s office. Clint gets there a few minutes later and they head in.

“There are Russians in Brazil, calling themselves the Красные ангелы—the Red Angels,” Fury says. “It might be the Red Room, it might not be. Be as cautious as if it were.” Clint and Natasha nod, Clint’s hand brushing hers. She jumps, yanking her hand away and trying to disguise it by running the hand through her red-gold curls. “Here’s the dossier,” Fury continues, handing Natasha a folder. “Be careful.”

~ ~ ~

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Clint watches Nat in the QuinJet’s pilot seat, brow slightly furrowed.

“Nat,” he says finally. “Are you okay?” She nods tightly. “You’ve… never reacted like that. To me touching your hand.” He rests a hand on her shoulder, feeling the bunched-up muscles. “I’m fine, Clint,” she gets out, but she only relaxes after he rubs her shoulders.

In a small clearing, Natasha lands the jet, skillful as always, and they step out into the humid rainforest around Manaus, Brazil. “Yuck,” Natasha mutters, waving away a mosquito. Clint chuckles, watching her pull out a map and compass and examine them, then point to the left. “Okay, it’s that way.”

Five minutes later, they’re peeking through the trees at their destination.

~ ~ ~

It’s a pretty simple mission. Stealth it, grab the USB S.H.I.E.L.D. saw on a security camera, and scoot. Clint ducks through the front door after Nat disables the alarm, then checks for guards. Clear, he signs. She nods tensely, passing beside him. I’ll follow and stand guard, he offers. You get the USB and whatever else they might have? She nods again in acceptance. They dart through the halls together, finding the file room quickly. “Shit,” Clint whispers, glancing around the small space. “That’s too many files to take at once.” Nat makes a small noise, and he looks over to see her holding a file. He can see her name at the top, in big block Cyrillic letters. Making a decision, Clint takes out the whole file drawer, puts the one Nat found inside, and then grabs the USB. “Come on,” he says firmly, nudging her chin so that she’s looking at him. “We need to go.” She dips her head and they exit the small room, padding down the hallway.

Everything’s still quiet, so the mew is like thunder. Nat turns, tracking a second mew to a door. It creaks open and a small black kitten peers up at them.

“Mak?” a voice grunts from inside. The kitten rubs against Nat’s leg, purring, and she freezes, a small mountain of a man exiting the room. The kitten could fit in his palm. He stares at them, uncomprehending, until he sees the files and the USB, clutched in Clint’s hand. “Hey!” he yells, pulling out his gun. Clint grabs the kitten, which blinks at him calmly even as he swings her onto his shoulders. Then she understands and clings to his neck. Two gunshots boom through the hallway and Natasha cries out. “He hit my lower back—just keep going,” she gasps, firing a shot at the knob to the exit so that they only have to push through, instead of fumbling the knob. The mountain slows eventually, probably deciding it’d be better to stay behind and tell his friends.

They get to the jet within a few minutes. Clint bandages Natasha up, then holds her tightly.

“You didn’t say both hit.”

She buries her face in his chest.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’d worry anyway!”

The kitten meows, pressing against Natasha’s side, and she sighs, rubbing behind the kitten’s tiny black ear. “Thanks for grabbing the cat.” Clint sighs too, kissing the top of her head and getting in the pilot seat. “You’re welcome.”

~ ~ ~

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

What in the heck was that kiss on her head supposed to mean?!

Natasha sits on the bench in the jet, petting the kitten and staring at the wall, finally indulging in her angst. Those memories, the dream, sending cat memes… and now this. The way she felt when Clint hugged her.

Do I have a crush?

“What pizza do you want?” Clint asks, and Natasha jumps. He’s landing the jet on the roof of the Helicarrier. “Oh, uh—meat lover’s.” Clint nods and helps her down the ramp.

He orders after the debrief (and Fury taking the file drawer), when they’re off the Helicarrier, since it has terrible Wi-Fi. “Where do you want to eat? Your house?” Clint suggests, and Natasha makes a sound of agreement, senses entirely focused on her hand in his. Oh, god, she’s falling hard.

At the house, Clint gets the pizza from the door, then plates and napkins. They eat on the couch, not speaking, the kitten exploring the house. “Movie?” Clint says finally. Natasha shrugs, turning to hide her blush at the thought of being in the dark, right next to him. She can feel his stare.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks after a long moment. “You’ve been... off ever since I sent you the cat meme.” He shifts closer, his woodsmoke scent relaxing her. “I had a dream the night before,” she says quietly. “About, um, you kissing me.” Clint touches her arm gently. “I didn’t know you had those kinds of dreams.” She looks up at him nervously. “I don’t.” Her breath shudders, emerald eyes locked with his. She’d never noticed how pretty the color was before, a perfect shade of stormy blue-grey.

“Do you remember when you got drunk?” Natasha whispers. “Do I ever,” Clint snorts. She looks away, embarrassed. “I… I felt safe with you. And I didn’t understand. I was confused and a little scared, and I’m sorry.” Clint takes her hand, smiling a little. “Thanks, Nat.” And then they’re just sitting there, in silence, her smooth, cool hand in his, callused and warm.

Natasha knows he won’t make the first move. She can see his desire, and she knows he can see hers, but that’s not Clint. He’d never forgive himself if he kissed Natasha and she didn’t want it. So she slips her hand from his, pulls him even closer, and presses a kiss to his lips. Clint hums softly, happily, fingers playing with her curls. A tear slides down her cheek, the little traitor falling into their mouths. “Tasha,” he murmurs, pulling back but not away. “Tasha, why are you crying?” She stares at him, blinking fast. “I’ve—I’ve never—it’s always been fake. I don’t know how—”A broken sob rips from her mouth, and he pulls her to his chest. “It’s okay,” he whispers into her hair, holding her as she cries.

#image isn’t mine #clintasha fanfiction #black widow #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #clint barton #my stories #clint and natasha #clint x natasha #ignore the fact that i used a phrase from in his silence

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