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i just needed an excuse to draw the fox girls so...
(cropped versions under for those in need)
#my art#touhou#ran yakumo#tsukasa kudamaki#junko#choose carefuly#one will protect you the other two will try to kill you
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Posted this on twitter but going to post it here too! Thinking through episode 5.
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I watched episode 5 AGAIN and I am not going to take anyone's side because all three of them had a big part in the shitshow that went down. BUT watching it really carefuly, scene by scene,using up every single thing I learnt in psychology class. I can understand why Lestat flipped so badly.
Claudia had her own problems, true, but she completely ignored Lestat and Louis even though Louis wanted to help her ever since Charlie's death. Of course she refused the help as all teenagers do because they don't believe their parents mean good.
BUT!
Because of her refusing help the relationship between Lestat and Louis gets strained.
Lestat is the parent who is like "tough love would work" which is understandable because he never got help as a child either, he has no idea what a helping father would be like. While Louis is the parent who puts his child to the center of his world, he would do anything to make Claudia feel better. Here starts the problem with L/L.
Lestat is the one who is neglected by his lover.
It's like when a baby is born and the husband gets jealous of the baby. We all know that he is insecure and he needs the affection he didn't get when he was a kid or when he was turned. That is why he goes back to Antoinette. It doesn't matter that she is just a singer who gets in anybody's bed, she gives him what he needs. And when Claudia exposes him it creates an even bigger rift between L/L.
Louis is understandably hurt because he thought they are a happy family and then Claudia leaves too. Two HUGE punches to the face in one night. He loses his footing completely. He wears pj's most of the time, turns towards different worlds (books) just to be free of his thoughts for a while, doesn't leave the house for who knows how long, ignores and irritates Lestat on purpose. And we all know Lestat is not fine with any of that.
Still,at first he tries to get Louis outside of the house(Armstrong concert). And later, when he is giving up, we get the scene where he clearly gives a last chance to Louis (when Antoinette is outside) but Louis just continues to read.
When Claudia comes back, Louis is relieved, as any parent would be, of course, so he hugs her. On the other side what Lestat sees is an ungrateful little girl who would be dead without them, especially Louis, since he was the one who got her out of the fire. He doesn't understand why Louis would choose Claudia over him after the suffering she caused Louis.
We shouldn't forget that he was the one who was next to Louis all those months witnessing what he was reduced to during her absence. We can see Lestat become angrier as the scene continues but what really breaks his control is when Claudia says "Let's be vampires worthy of your love."
She basicaly says that Lestat is not worthy of Louis.
And that is it, he is gone. Of course he would snap. Everything we see is Louis' POV or Claudia's diaries but we haven't seen depressed, tired, starved Louis with Lestat's eyes before. We don't know how he felt like when he looked at his lover and saw him suffer. But we do know that he DID DO THINGS in order to make Louis happy, he even said "Anything for you." before he dropped him. He lost control because of all the things that have been building up inside him and, sadly, when he attacked Claudia he didn't think that Louis would get between them. When that happens things starts to escalate even more. Now both of their locked away feelings are coming out. At one point Lestat is trying to make the fighting stop, says he is trying to restrain himself, still, the fight continues. Now Louis is either driven by his feelings like anger, sadness, or he is trying to protect Claudia because he knows that an angry Lestat would go after her again.
What is weird is that then comes a relatively calm moment when the noises of the fight stop and Louis is trying to calm Claudia down. He says they are done, they had enough.
What is happening? We don't know because they aren't showing it to us but something must have happened because all of a sudden they crash through the wall and Lestat is growling like a feral animal. It's like he is having a complete breakdown.
And those final moments, before and during the flying, are so important!
He tells Claudia he never wanted her, he only wanted Louis and his love. He told Louis to say "Lestat, I am never going to love you." He would be ready to let Louis go, even if it hurt him, if Louis would say those words. But Louis couldn't and his lips were quivering.
Lips do not quiver for nothing!
If he said those words he would be lying and we know that, too. He loves Lestat. And Lestat loves him strongly too.
Their love is harmful, very, VERY TOXIC, and Lestat's unleashing his power against Louis is extremely NOT OKAY.
Still, what I am trying to say, this was due to happen, if not in this episode then in the next. With Lestat's past traumas, with all the locked up feelings, it is a surprise he didn't lose control sooner. We did get glimpses of his quickly changing behaviours but he always got them under control. This, though, was the point when his brain shut down and just let his body do the work. We actually get to see him all calmed down when he finally lands and I think that by then his brain realised how badly he f*cked up. His eyes looked like he cried and his breathing is still heavy.
I believe he still feels hope that one day Louis will love him back because of Louis not being able to repeat his words but right now I have no idea how he thinks they could go from this to that.
This is what I think and I am not ashamed to say that during watching it for the second time I cried because of what I just wrote down. Anyone can judge me but I think they did a great job with this episode too.
#interview with the vampire#the vampire chronicles#tv show#amc interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#iwtv#anne rice#amc iwtv spoilers#iwtv spoilers#episode 5
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Hi. I have been struggling if I should let my romanced Asterion ascended or not, which has been a huge dilemma that many of us so stressed about. But after 2 days of serious consideration, I decide to let him ascended, because I know how much Asterion loves to be in sunlight.
See how he enjoyed bathed under the sun after he shared a night with my Tav after the goblin camp victory. The scene is too beautiful. All I want is that he can walk in sunlight freely and without the eternal hunger as a spawn after the tadpole removed. So, even thought of the “personality change” after ascension, I still want to support him ascend.
So my point of view is, even thought after his ascension, he has the absolute power (he claims) to take everything, do whatever he pleases and has nothing to fear about now.
But hey, deep down he is still the little boy who is so scared of not being loved or wanted. So scared that he is willing to enforce himself to join the disgusting, degrading sex, just to make Tav happy. Or by his word, to make his prime consort happy.
Sounds so familiar? It's the same scenario in the Moonrise Tower. He could not help be enforced himself to something he doesn't want to if Tav, the one he loves so much asks of it
His interior doesn't change. He is still that vulnerable and loving Asterion who is so reliant to Tav.
Just that he is now ascended, well…. a lord has to act like a lord.
And from my point of view, he is just like a boy who is firstly given a huge piles of money and allowed to buy whatever he wants in mall. His head spins in happiness that his childish cockiness spilled out. "Muahahahaha I am the Lord of the World!!! Kneel to me!!! Bow to me!!! YEAH!!!!" And… well… it makes me happy to see that he can finally has some childish happiness. Too long he has been denied that. So my Tav will play along to let him has his joy. "If just kneeling before you can makes you happy, then why not?" :)
And in concern of whether he will truly turn Tav into a true Vampire, my guess is very optimistic.
And OK, maybe~ he will let Tav stay a spawn so "he can manipulate her" "become Cazardor himself" but hey whats good for him to makes Tav unhappy? If he only wants spawns and power, he can create as much as he wants
I am still so far away from reaching the ending. But i have already taste the sweetness in this route. Ascended Asterion romance has to be chewed carefully to taste the little sweetness hidden within. And it's also a trial of faith for Tav.
Does she believe Asterion's love and confession before his ascension be true and valid?
Does she always thinks that Asterion will love power over her despite all the soul talk and times spent together?
Does she has no faith in their relationship or the one she loves and choose to be with?
There's so much for Tav to answer too. If the faith is strong, from my point of view, there should be no fear to take the leap.
On the surface it seems that Tav is the weak and manipulated party. But well…. my point of view is, the one truly holds the power is the one who goes deeper into another's heart. And from this case, it's Tav who holds more power.
Nonnie, I've been thinking about how to answer that. You're not even asking anything, you're explaining something I did not judge you for. Anyway, I disagree. Larian explained that we shouldn't do whatever our love interest wants - this is exactly it. If Tav loves him, they should be the voice of reason when Astarion was not able to think clearly. Now he's forever defined by his trauma.
I suppose you didn't hear what he had to say when you break up with him for good? He doesn't love Tav, he's playing a game and admits he would ruin them. He thus had no intention to make them his equal. He likes Tav as a cherished property but even those are replacable and he gets over it quickly. You can't stay with him unless you're his spawn - he doesn't take no for an answer. It was carefuly crafted to mimic the worst case IRL scenario where the abused becomes the abuser in a new relationship.
I'm going to let him ascend when he's not my character's romance to see for myself what it's like. But as a romance, I cannot stand his evil self, he's like in Act 1 except now he became the mask. I even hated how he acted in a video where Tav cheated on him with Mizora - "how delightful, more depravity, wanna join next time".
Of course you can headcanon there's still something to be fixed in him but the game doesn't exactly support it.
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this fungus was just playing phantom hourglass, and the fact that link can just.... give up on saving tetra, if not for the game repeating the dialogue to force him to choose another option, and yes, i did a full five minutes of saying that no, i wouldn't save tetra, and this got me thinking. wind and the others would probably just give up on a certain point, especially if he was at the reincarnation or tethered au, since... well, player is there beside them, they already lived through it once and they honestly don't care if hyrule is destroyed at this point. and yeah, while there's hylia's threat, let's consider there wasn't, or maybe that reader was adamant on them resting for at least a little while, to act more self indulgent and, idk, be selfish for once.
oh boy, i think they break. I'll talk about time and wind, since oot, mm and ww were the ones i played the most. but then, reader already knowing full well what kind of hell time went through at oot, and somehow finding him after mm tutorial section, he just looks so.... done. tired, almost as if it's a lost hope. listen, I'd cry, i already cried playing the game, so if i really saw him like that. I'd go full on sobbing for him not to do this to himself, it's not fair that he has to go through all this shit.
and wind, poor boy was just living his laid back life, easy peasy until that fricking bird took his sister because of a random pirate he didn't even have anything to do with. and fact is, if he retained his memory, as long as he made sure that his sister wasn't taken, he would have nothing to do with tetra and her pirates, he wasn't even acknowledged as the retainer of the triforce of courage before that, so hylia shouldn't be able to hold that against him. besides, it was zelda who just threw herself into that trouble, why should he care? it may not look like that, but tetra is one of my favorite zelda, she's at least able to hold her weight in battle.
also, i can't accept nobody that talks bad about toon link, i think it's cute. heartwarming even.
— the fungus are growing in the courtyard, be careful. 🍄
NO BECAUSE FUNGI WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS?!?!?! MAN I WANT TO SOB
The idea of Player carefuly holding the face of Wind (because our boy deserves recognition) and just "You didn't deserve any of this, Link. Not a single thing- I am so sorry." And baby boy just sobs into their arms- I've upset myself
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Been looking at the two flowcharts that were posted in the Echocord that detail all of the possible tarot card combinations that Sam can get in Nikolai's route depending on his choices (Flowchart 1 and Flowchart 2).
The biggest thing I'm taking away from the tarot readings is that I think that a lot of the choices and a lot of the characters that said choices pertain aren't gonna be as relevant and impactful as the cards make it seem. Choosing to sell the names of any of the secondary miner boys (Dimitri, Felipe, Paul, even Ben), remembering the locker combination, escaping 8883 first try or not, etc. All that probably won't matter that much in the grand scheme of things and honestly, I don't think they should.
Not saying this cause I believe a lot of choice based interactive media that tries to determine how the story goes based on players choosing how the story goes tend to ultimately stifle their story due to getting caught up in trying to account for every little alterable detail (cough mass effect cough) but that's just me.
Even Nikolai doesn't seem to hold much sway in how the cards shape out as the only path where Nik based choices hold influence is if you give his name to Porter during which the final card you get in the spread (and the one that determines Sam's future) is Judgment rather than Tower which you get by naming literally anyone else.
But Feng Yaolin, holy shit, Feng Yaolin. He has so much power in the card readings that it's terrifying. It isn't surprising considering that the initial choice that starts the tarot chain and necessitated the making of two tarot flowcharts was a Yao choice. But every time I look at the flowcharts more carefuly I find another Yao related ripple effect that catches me off guard.
Considering how the cards are meant to give Sam insight into his past actions, his present situation, and how all that might impact his future, I feel that his relationship with Yao is the ultimate crux of what the tarot readings are getting at.
Trust Yao or Don't Trust Yao. That's a question that Sam is gonna have to ask himself repeatedly. But there's also a flipside question to it that Sam also needs to ask.
Should Yao trust Sam or not?
I feel that the upcoming choices in the upcoming latter half of Nik's route will affect not just Sam's trust in Yao, but Yao's trust in Sam. Learning to trust again is one of Sam's biggest arcs in TSR. But that also means that Sam has to prove himself to be someone worthy of trust.
Cause trust is a two way street.
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Okay so I have got an idea to do a blog about Croatia NT as animals! I hope this will be accurate because I'm still new to this fandom! So this is probably part one I just need time to think about more. These will be my personal opinions which will be extremely simple and why I choose these animals!
Luka Modric - Lion
Why did I choose lion for Luka? Simply because he acts like a true snd prideful leader to his temmates. He encourages them, especially Livi during FIFA WC 2018 in Russia.
Josko Gvardiol - Croatian Sheepherd
Josko seriously impressed me. He gives me off a Croatian Sheepherd vibe due to him guarding the ball carefuly from the goal and gives Livakovic a break (yes IK I'm mentioning him again) and we can always count on him.
Finally we have my favourite guy
Dominik Livakovic - Pine marten
Livi is one very shy guy and I tought Pine Marten would fit him the best due to him being shy. Pine Martens usually ARE shy and often hide from humans. Livi also jumps high and so do Martens from tree to tree.
Mario Pasalic - Caracal
Idk I just simply wanted to make him a caracal because he can jump very high and no wonder why he also gives me Super Mario vibes from these classic video games by Nintendo.
Least but not last
Dejan Lovren - Coyote
Dejan often finds fun ways to mess with his teammates and I tought Coyote would suit him the best due to him constantly messing with them and his lives with Vrsaljko on IG always made me laugh.
Okay that's enough for part one! If you want more don't be afraid to comment bellow! If you disagree with some of my opinions, that's okay! We all don't have to agree on everything after all
#croatia national team#croatia nt#luka modric#josko gvardiol#dominik livakovic#mario pasalic#dejan lovren
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Sometimes we have to carefuly choose the right word to tell the truth because not everyone deserves it.
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And considering how the majority of whatever this is has taken place at a distance and on-line, what would you even choose as the event to celebrate? Your first dm? Your first zoom? Your first sexting session?// OK I chocked HAHAH maybe they celebrated the day he sent her that D pick.
I used to really believe what he said about being a romantic, and the family and kids, etc. And to one point I think he really wants it just not in the way he says. This whole thing, at least to me, is making him look fake. And not just because of the relationship but because how he has been acting around it, the trolling, the insta story, the picture, all of it. It just screams immature 41 year old, especially against the image he has been carefuly curating all this years.
I will have to say those coordinated Broadway stories made me really want to stare into space with this look:
I do believe that on some level he believes what he says about wanting that domestic life. He simply makes no changes in the way he lives his life to become the person who will have that. Let's be brutally honest: this man has never had a true long-term relationship. With Jessica, they were so on/off during their time that we don't know the true length of it. Minka in 2012-13 was 14 months. Jenny round one was 8 1/2 months if you're going by the "official" timeline (13-14 months unofficial). He has yet to figure out how to settle down and make it work.
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"Noone in Dalaran cares that I'm a royal... And that's so- perfect for what I came here to do."
"Oh? And what's that, Kael?" Rommath smiled a little with his eyebrows raised as far up as they could go.
"Party! Obviously..." He chuckled. "No, studying the arcane to become a better version of myself by the time I get back to Quel'thalas." He said, with every words pronunciation carefuly crafted and his voice higher pitched.
"What else would I be expecting from my lovely little prince, huh?"
"It's so lovely when you call me a prince, Rom... even if you're the only one who does."
"It's interesting how easy it was for you to just go by your chosen name over here. It truly is as if noone cared..."
"Well, after all, Dalaran should be open to everyone who has the desire to learn, no? And if that someone is a prince, who might have been known as a princess until now, what does it really change for them, right?"
"You always were a prince, it's just that it took time for you to realize."
"And it's going to take even longer for father to realize... And even longer than that to accept it..."
"Ah, stop worrying, you're going to be here for atleast a couple more years... You don't have to come back to Quel'thalas that often and if you so choose, you can just wear your old robes when meeting your father."
"I know, Rom. But word is going to get to him. Even if the Streets of Dalaran don't care, someone is definitelly going to tell him... maybe accidentally. But he will find out at some point."
"And he is going to accept it. At some point. There's no reason for you not to enjoy your time here or to hide."
"Maybe he won't accept it, Rommath... Maybe he won't- do you know why? Because he doesn't have other children. He doesn't have a son he could rely on- I failed him."
"What in Belore's name are you talking about? Are you crazy? He has a son he can rely on! YOU! And you never failed him, how can I get that through to that thick skull of yours?"
"Ugh- You can't talk to me like that! You're supposed to nod and leave me to my sulking and whining!"
"Well if you wanted someone to do that while you're in Dalaran, you should've gotten a different person to come with you! When did I last do that? Just nodding while seeing you cry and shake in the corner? Wait? Uh? NEVER. And I am not planning on starting doing that, understood?"
"You're such a pain in the ass, Rommath."
"You're very pleasant to be around as well, Kael'thas. You need to stop thinking about what could go wrong and live! Loosen up!"
"You're the one to talk, you're never the one getting drunk."
"That's not because I don't live, but because my responsibility is keeping you safe, prince. And keeping you mentally healthy is as important as keeping you from physical harm."
"Then do your job and make me feel better!"
"Gods you're insufferable!" He slowly sits down next to him and hugs him. "My lovely little prince..."
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"WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE, AGAIN?" Lilea questions, lifting herself up on to the counter behind me.
Blonde hair, blue eyes and a killer smile.
"I've told you atleast a dozen times already," I answer, attaching the red lead to Judes collar.
Lilea sips at her hot chocolate, fingers wrapping around the steaming mug, "Tell me again,"
I sigh, she sure knows how to get me talking.
But, there isn't a lot more to say without repeating myself. He is just a stranger who just so happened to be around the corner holding a boiling cup of coffee. They do say, your miracle could be just around the corner though.
Jude jumps up, paws landing on my leg, which she scratches at desperately, trying to hurry me up.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes and... did I mention, he dumped coffee down me?"
Lilea sat the mug down, beside her, "Hey, if he dumped coffee over me, I'd thank him,"
"Even if he ruined your favourite jumper?" I ask, standing up.
She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head, "Only if its the green one,"
Course
From the dish, I hook out my keys, "I hate to cut this short, Lilea but if we want those marshmallows..."
At this, she perks up. Jumping down from the counter, she gives Jude a quick pat on the head, "Pink marshmallows - the giant ones," She grins.
Judes quick to take off towards the door, her lead tugging me in that direction too.
"How giant is giant?" I tease, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
She sighs, shooing Jude and I off, "Bye, Eden,"
Lilea shuts the door behind us and Jude scratches at the floor as she tugs me down the stairs. A small corridor follows, past the flower shop where the lights have been flipped off.
I slot another key into the lock, unlocking the door then step outside. I then have to lock back up... again.
Jude jumps up, yapping and enthusiasticly scratching my legs.
"Calm it kermit," I mutter, tucking the keys into my bag.
The streets are now for the most part quiet. Or as quiet as small town streets can get. Its dark and so the street lamps and fairy lights have been turned on. Autumnal decorations wind along fences, signs and light up windowsills.
The odd few pumpkins sit on the doorsteps of those sort of peoples houses who leave their Christmas decorations up all year. Theres still a while to go until October 31st but everyone in this godforsaken town act as if its not only tomorrow, but the next bestthing after Christmas.
It's not like im Scrooging on Halloween or anything, after all, its the only time that I can dress up as an axe murderer and it appears somewhat okay. But this town and the majority of its inhabitants are ever so slightly insane. Just a tiny bit. I don't include myself on this list. Lilea, however...
The recognisable ringtone of my phone echoes loudly through the empty streets.
Wonder who it could be...
I'll give you three guesses.
"Hey, Mum," I answer, bringing my phone up to my ear but regretting it almost instantly.
"Eden! You are coming for dinner next Sunday, aren't you?" She questions, voice catching on every. single. nerve in my head.
I think all Mothers should come with a warning. °Cannot understand technology and believes that yelling through a phone solves world hunger°
"Eden? You can hear me can't you?"
I sigh, "That depends, try shouting a little louder,"
She huffs, "Well, are you coming or not?"
I have to choose my next words carefuly.
"I should be able to, I'll have to check with Mauve though,"
"Surely, you can get the day off they work you ever so hard it would've been ever so different if you'd have stayed up here,"
I find myself mouthing her word for word.
"Yes well, I happen to like my job," I mumble.
"Coralie supposes you don't, she often tells me abou-"
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Bryony, the towns resident crazy lady. If anyone was crazy enough to be out, dressed up to the nines whilst walking a cat, it was her. Jude notices too.
"Should I give Michelle a call and ask her then?"
I am entirely lost in the conversation.
"Give Michelle a call about what?"
Jude begins to growl, tugging at her lead as she watches Bryony and her cat prance down the other side of the street.
"Weren't you listening? About Louis accompanying you to Dinner on Sunday," She states.
Louis Cabot
Lileas older brother who I had a short lived Summer romance with years ago. My Mother remains to this day thoroughly convinced that there is some spark between us. However the last time I spoke to him must have been a year or so ago and the two of us had decided to remain friends long ago. To top it off, he is engaged.
"Mum, I'm quite sure Louis is happy accompanying his fiancée to Dinner,"
"Fiancée? Michelle hasn't told me, who told you?" She demands clearly getting into a fluster.
Jude begins yapping at the old woman and her cat.
"What are you doing, have you got that tv on or is it the dog?"
Byrony and her cat pass, turning the corner.
"Just gone for a walk thats all," I reply,
My bag slips from my shoulder, which I reach to adjust, I lean my phone on my shoulder and against my ear adnd go to pull my bag up.
Jude has other ideas.
She yanks me foward and my phone falls to the path.
Smashed
In my horror, I lunge for my phone, gasping and hardly noticing how I loosen the grip on Judes lead.
And... there goes my dog.
I'm not usually one to be dramatic, that is unless the real houswives of Cheshire happens to come on.
Its chaos. Pure and utter chaos.
I scoop up the remains of my phone and push it into my pocket, before taking off after Jude as she boundes after Bryony and her cat.
For once in my life, I am glad I'm not wearing heels. My dignity is to be preserved.
I follow her through the dark streets, but she is so much faster than me.
Damn it, Jude
The barking stops and I round the corner.
There better be a miracle around this one too.
"You're a sweet thing aren't you," I recognise the voice.
Its him - the man from yesterday.
There he is, kneeling down and petting Jude who's body wiggles as her tail wags so happily.
He looks up.
"Its you!" We both exclaim in unison.
A smirk tugs at his lips, "Yours, I presume?"
I nod, slightly shocked at the scene before me.
"... Jude," He mumbles, turning over her little bone shaped name tag in his hand.
"Are you following me?" My question is abrupt and he looks up from her tag with a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"Y'think I'm following you?" He asks.
I nod, "You caught my dog,"
He shakes his head, blonde pieces falling into his eyes as he does so.
"Y'dog caught me actually,"
Caught him?
"I'm not followin' you, just went for a walk is all," He adds.
I bend down, picking up Judes red lead and land directly opposite him.
"Do I get a name now?" I ask, posing the question innocently.
"Y"wanna know the name of your savior?" He laughs, looking over at the lit up buildings opposite.
"Wouldn't go as far as saviour," I mumble.
He stands up, taking my hand and pulling me up with him, "Austin,"
He shakes my hand as our fingers are already touching.
Austin
"Now, I've been thinkin', it's not likely we'll run into eachother a third time," He begins, hand falling back down to his coat pocket as he lets go of mine.
"Maybe not,"
"And, as you're a very pretty girl, who for obvious reasons can only be a Princess,"
Princess?
Is he flirting?
He's flirting isn't he
"A Princess?" I ask, picking Jude up and wrapping her small body closer to mine.
"Y'got an animal sidekick - only makes sense," He shrugs.
"Mussolini had a pet lion as a sidekick, does that make him a Princess too?" I couldn't help it.
His smile drops quickly.
Stupid brain
"Moving on, don't suppose you could tell me when your free?" He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets.
"How about Tuesday?" I ask.
He nods, "Tuesday I can do, any specific time or place?"
"Meet me outside Thorns, you know where that is right?" I check.
Am I reallly doing this?
"I'll find it, how's four o'clock sound?"
I nod, "Sounds good, Austin," I give him my best smile.
"Alright then, Miss Eden, I'll be seein' you Tuesday," He laughs, "And Jude... keep y'Mama out of trouble,"
#austin butler#austin butler elvis#baz luhrmann elvis#elvis 2022#Austin butler x eden feyre#Forbidden fruit#Hey#JUDE#story#Love#England#Southern
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A flash a inspiration after a month of blank page. Also, I'm in a pro formation so little to no time to write. Enjoy!
TW: reference to past self-harm
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How To Raise Ghost's Child
Chapter 2
The second satanic Papa was tapping with the tip of his pen on the reunion table. Those were strangely getting longer and longer since Satan gifted him his precious egg. He was supposed to focus on the presentation board filled with ideas of promotionnal merch about his little brother, but his mind couldn't help but return every second to his baby, loved in his warm crib and calmly gestionning his own birth.
Dante's work book had a huge number of scrumbled notes about the current subject Sister Imperator was talking about, but the margings were even more full with baby names. He was quite surprised to notice he listed double more girls' names than boys' ones, but brushed it aside. He would certainly know for sure the moment he would see the baby's face and, well, sex. He couldn't prononce their gender so soon, and certainly not for the few firsts years. Maybe he should go for a gender neutral name?
He scribbled a few ones he could think of. Did they sound too much "ghouly"? He liked the Churchs' ghouls, and respected them of course, but should a Papas' child be named in the same way a ghoul was named?
He shifted against the back of his chair; maybe he should let the public…? No, definitly no. His adepts were beloved by him, but his child was too personal to let them choose. And it was taking the risk to end up with a baby named "Tornado" or "Magma". It would not be suited.
He vaguely noticed that Imperator was glaring at him and he gestured to dismiss her gaze. What was she talking about again? Ah yes, Terzos' plushies. What a dumb idea. Who would buy something so ugly on purpose?
The reunion finaly ended and Dante rushed out of the room with as much distinction as he could summon. He really only wanted to join his room with a pack of work and watch his egg all day, and that's what he did. Who could stop him?
He entered his appartments, locked the door behind him and almost run to coddle the egg in it's crib. Dante brushed the very soft blanket he had pulled over the shell to keep it warm, humming a song under his breath as he did so. Who could have thought caring for a gestionning baby could be so exausting and calming at the same time? Well, not him. And here he was, checking the budget of the month next to the biggest egg he ever saw -the shit wouldn't stop growing, and he had no idea why and how an egg could grow. It just. Did. And it seemed fine, so he wasn't about to complain.
Dante was filing his brothers' allowance for the week when he heard a crack. He stopped writing for a second, alert. Nothing. He resumed back to his writing, cursing his expensive brother under his breath. A crack stopped him in his track. He carefuly placed his pen down on the deck and bended over the crib. A long and but fine crack scarred the pale and smooth shell. Very gently, Dante petted the egg, his heart beating so fast it could escape his body. Was it it? Was it…
He couldn't conjecture any longer because another crack, way much longer and larger, almost ripped the shell on all it's length.
Holding in his breath, the Second Papa took the risk to slice his fingers and took a hold of the two edges of this crack, pulling slowly and firmly. The shell resisted a few terrifying seconds, then broke in half.
Dante holded dumbly the pieces before setting them aside. His whole focus centered on the wiggling creature inside the remains of the egg.
It has two legs, two arms, a single head. It's skin was a delighful color, very smooth. It… well, it simply looked like a human baby.
Very suspicious, coming from the Lord of Hell. Dante sofly poked the creature, half expecting it to burst into flames. It didn't. Instead, it -not litteraly- exploded into giggles.
Perplex, Dante watched that small being. He had been waiting nine months for this moment, and he… he had nothing to feel. Or he was feeling too much to actually feel anything in particular. Maybe he was expecting something more… explicit? A firework, congratulations, even physical pain? But he had a truly wonderful baby in front of him, and he had absolutly no idea where to start.
What did the books about maternity said again? He couldn't remember for the life of him. He bended closer, his hands hovering over the baby before touching him like it could disappear. It was warm. Wet. A bit slimmy? Where was he supposed to put his hands. How could he… hold… wait, the head, he had to hold the head. Ok. And then? The body? Ok ok, here goes nothing…
The only time he acted so carefuly in his life was when he have had found his brother with a bunch a razor blades in the bathroom. It was the same sensation of panic to break someone, but a complete different context.
He slowly setted the baby against him in his arms, the warm little body wetting his shirt a little -who fucking cared- and his so special scent ascending to Dante's senses. It was a human being. It was his humain being. Wait, that was creepy. That was his… his…baby. His baby. Baby.
His mind was blank, really. It could only think one gutly thing: Baby. Baby. Baby.
The more it reverbered in his mind, the happier he felt. It was like taking the first sip of coffee in the morning. It was like finishing all of his work before 9pm. It was so much more than that, but he couldn't express it. The feeling was deeply setling into him, leaving him with a growing euphoria. A deep humming escaped from his chest, finaly content. He rocked the baby in his arms, drowning himself in the -he could have said divine- vision. His baby. He was a father.
After an almost infinite moment of transe, he struggled to place the baby in his left arm only and threw the remnants of the shell on the floor. The crib cleaned, Dante lied the baby on the sheets, checking three times that it could not hurt itself, before rolling his sleeves up and rushing to the bathroom. He had to give the baby its first bath. Dante grabed the bassin he had prepared, filled it with warm water just at the right temperature, and placed it on a safe plane space he had left.
Jogging back into his livingroom, he lifted the baby with a bit less hesitation than before and took it to the improvised bath. Extremely careful, he bathed the then half-asleep child. Its skin was smoother than anything he ever had the chance to touch, he thought in wonder.
The slimy texture was washed away, leaving the baby neat and clean. Dante struggled intensly to dry it in a sponge towel, but when he succeded he coddled the tiny creature in its bed. Falling back on a nearby chair, he stared in marvel at the baby. His baby. Damn, he couldn't quite believe it yet.
Two thoughts strucked him at the same time: what was he going to name the child? And: how was he supposed to declare a satanic child to the State?
#chapter 2#the band ghost#ghost b.c#papa 2#papa secondo#papa emeritus ii#papa 2 is not used to children#but he'll learn#he'll fucking learn#How To Raise Ghost's Child
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@ichoric asked: every morning ( even before putting on her prosthetic arm ), asimina takes time to choose a necklace hades gave her ; currently holding a silver chain with obsidian stones at the base. ‘ can you put it on for me, sweet ? ‘ she smiles up at her husband.
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
Hades had his own morning routines that were rarely deviated from. Watching his wife pick out her necklace and helping her put it on was one of his favourite parts. Seeing the thoughtful expression on her face, the way her lips gained a soft smile as she thought of the memories with each one, he couldn’t help but just think about how beautiful she was. How much he loved her.
As she began to narrow her choice, Hades gets up from bed to pad over and be at her side - ready to help her with her choice. Seeing which one it was, he smiled and reached to take it from her.
“Of course, darling.” He says, and waits for her to lift her hair away before he moves the necklace around her neck and carefuly slips the clasps together. Hades remembered this necklace well, one of the first he had given her after she became his queen. Having ensured the chain wasn’t twisted, he leans down to press a kiss to her shoulder.
“I remember looking over the design for this necklace for days, wondering if it was perfected enough. If you would like it.”
#. | feared god of the lower world (hades)#. | giver of wealth and receiver of the dead (underworld)#. | the king of the dead and his queen (hades/persephone)#ichoric
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I prefer my sword as well, two-handed. Since you are the Not-Hero, do you also bear the antithesis of the Master Sword?
At least you have tenacity, despite the quality of your self-preservation.
Wonder how you'd do in a fight against me.
I do, though it is dammaged. I still carry it, as it holds value in my eyes. A gift shall not be tossed away, even if broken.
I do not know you, two-handed sword weilding stranger, but I can assure you two things :
I will not get into useless fights. I choose my battles carefuly. That is what life has taught me.
If you ever become an obstacle, you or anyone, I will fight back.
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Winter is familiar.
The cold feeling, feeling of house so called home.
White blanket covering how naked the trees really are, as white lies cover how many cracks and holes are in the foundation of house near the ice frozen pound.
Any fire seeming so warm and welcoming, doesn't matter if it's fireplace or wildfire as long as it's fire that's bright. In cold night any fire is better than none.
On the road ice masked with thin layer of snow makes drivers drive more carefuly than in summer, people who slip on the ice and get bruises or traumas are more careful on the ice next time or choose not to step on the ice ever again.
Winter is familiar, cause deep down snow is known, ice is experienced, cold is felt and fire has burned.
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Job interviews in english are so weird. It's not my first language so somehow I feel like I'm much less guarded and choose my words less carefuly, which. I'm not sure is a good thing. God. And this would be a dream job too.
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like its been said before: there comes a time it'll make sens.
V! but choose carefuly
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