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dashedwithromance · 3 years

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Secret Moments In A Crowded Room - Princewitch

okay so DISCLAIMER im scared to post this because we’ve never really seen romantic wrath before so idk if people might think this is OOC but i wanted princewitch fluff desperately and cant wait til october. inspired by the teaser quote she released yesterday and ‘dress’ by taylor swift

The ball raged on around her, dancers swirling around impossibly fast, flashes of fabric catching the light of the serpent scones. On and on, all without her. Her husband sat to her right on his larger throne, staring into nothing. They had exchanged all of five words that evening.

She did not blame her husband for his coldness, not truly. If their positions were switched, and she had been forced to marry a random demon while still loving and grieving her murdered spouse, she doubted whether she would even manage civility. Pride continued his business, barely taking notice of his young wife, and she was glad, of that, at least. If he’d wanted her... a shudder snaked down her spine, curling in her gut. Her mind still echoed with the unnatural violation of Lust’s magic, and the thought of another demon prince perusing her like that was foul. There was only one prince she wanted, and his sin was wrath.

Dancing in Hell was nothing like she’d seen on the streets of Palermo. Nothing like the carefree dancing of Vittoria, so full of light and life and love that nothing seemed to touch her. Here, movements entwined with danger, every dance a flirtation with living death. People danced with weapons, exchanging daggers and rondels and rapiers like secret lovers. Jewelled garrottes hung around every neck, poisonous pearls glittering in various ornate hairstyles. An unholy masquerade indeed.

Her own mask was a fine decoration of gold and jewels. Metallic serpents entwined across the mosaic-like surface, darker cracks embedded across it. The mask had arrived one evening at her rooms, wrapped in luscious velvet. No letter accompanied it, the only sign of the sender being a golden snake that slithered up her arm before dissolving into sparks. The decoration matched her dress, a similar mosaic of black silk, lace, and golden serpents. Truly befitting a queen.

Fury burned through her as she watched the revellers pass her by. They danced without a care, members of the seven houses intermingling freely. She wanted to scream and shatter the very throne she sat on. How dare they dance as if mere months ago, one of their own had not been taking the hearts of witches? As if she did not sit on a dead witch’s throne? A witch who still had not found justice, who’s body had been ripped to shreds in the cruellest way imaginable?

“Careful, little queen.” Pride’s voice rumbled in her ear. He still did not look at her, but leaned closer to whisper, “Lest the people learn your ungrateful thoughts.”

Closing her eyes to avoid murdering the demon she’d married, she took a deep breath. The air smelt like fire and spirits and the sweat of colliding bodies. Suddenly, the sight of it all disgusted her. The dancing, the drinking, the living, all of it. Selfish, she knew – others were allowed to live despite Vittoria being denied the very same. But she couldn’t help it. She longed for nothing more than her sister to live, even if it meant sacrificing her life to the demon beside her. There was nothing to be done, however. Her sister was lost forever.

The night dwindled on, interrupted by the occasional violent thought towards her situation. Though, as contrary as it sounded, not all was dark about her time in Hell. She had one bright spot, one flame in the dark. Something she kept locked against her chest for fear of discovery.

Casting her eye across the room, she caught the gaze of the hidden secret. Prince Wrath leaned against the wall from across the room, his eyes flickering as they locked with hers. He was dressed in a sinfully beautiful suit, a pattern of golden serpents slithering up the fabric from the floor. The snakes seemed alive in the firelight. Perhaps they were. A smug sense of satisfaction ebbed through her when she realised they matched. No one else would notice – serpents weren’t exactly an uncommon motif in Hell – but they knew, and it was comfort enough. With a movement, so small she nearly missed it, he tilted his head towards the exit.

A thrill raced through her, paired with genuine, loving excitement. They had not been alone in much too long.

Things had not always been so relaxed between her and the prince of Wrath. Her first few weeks in Hell had been spent furiously glaring in his direction. He’d given her the ultimate cold shoulder until she’d nearly burned from it. She’d been full of fury at his leaving her – at the humiliation she felt from having the human audacity to trust a demon. One day, when they crossed each other in a hallway heading to court, her temper had bubbled to boiling.

She remembered yanking him into a nearby room – he let her, she realised now – and yelled at him for the cruelty of leaving her alone. Of giving her hope and wrenching it away, like a child suddenly filled with jealously over a shared toy.

The sheer incredulity on his face was the first indication she was mistaken. He laughed, a sardonic sound coated in disbelief.

“I left you?” His voice was low. The walls around them seemed to thrum in response to his deadly power.

“I left you?” He repeated, “I gave you all the tools to summon me, witch, and you refused. Too good for my help, perhaps. I have no more responsibilities to you. Our deal is done.”

Wrath turned to leave, but by some miracle, she managed to dart in front of him. Her body was pressed against the door, the cold stone mixing with the heat she felt roaring off him. Emilia should’ve been afraid, should’ve been trembling in her gifted boots at the sight of him, but she wasn’t. Why, she couldn’t quite tell.

His gaze burned into hers, but her own was just as powerful.

“I tried everything to summon you after what Envy did, and you didn’t come.” She hissed. The wrath of a prince was one thing, but hell hath no fury like a witch scorned. “You left me. I was foolish enough to believe you would ca- that you would come for me once, but I will not be fooled twice.”

The look he gave her was indiscernible. Equal parts rage mixed with... something lighter. If anyone else looked at her like that, she would’ve described it as hopeful. But demons did not hope, no more than they loved.

He was scanning her face with the focus of a battle-hardened warrior. Whatever it was he found made him take a step back.

“What did you do wrong?” He muttered, almost to himself.

“I did nothing wrong,” She couldn’t help but fire back, “I did everything correctly – even used the ring you left for me in the drawer.”

At that, he stilled. Stilled and stopped breathing entirely.

Then, as if talking to someone who’d sustained a head injury, he said, “I didn’t leave you a ring. I left you my house seal, solid gold, of course, but no ring.” He went on to describe where he’d left it – the top drawer beside her bed – but she already knew.

The conclusion settled in her stomach like a stone. Another feeling, one she didn’t let herself scrutinise, unfurled within her.

“Someone didn’t want me to summon you.”

“Close. Someone wanted you to think I wouldn’t come.”

A question hung in the air, so loud neither could bring themselves to give it voice.

Would you have come, Prince Wrath? Would you have come to my aid when I needed you most? When I needed to know you were alright?

Keeping those treacherous thoughts under lock and key, she focused on another facet of the curious mystery.

“Who would it benefit? And who would’ve known what to switch – the house was warded, was it not?”

Silence from her princely counterpart.

“Would the wards collapse with your ‘death’?”

The look on his face told her all she needed to know. Someone had stolen into the house and replaced the seal with a ring to deliberately throw off their efforts. Which meant-

He hadn’t abandoned her at all. Given her the cold shoulder, yes, when he believed she’d forgotten all about him.

What a hellish mess this all was.

From that moment on, the demon and the witch had become begrudging allies once more. Wrath had been furious one of his brothers would dare interfere with his affairs, and she needed an ally, desperately. While it rubbed against her pride to accept help, she knew it would’ve been foolish to refuse. She would be a vengeful queen, but even queens needed council.

Their alliance had turned to friendship, then burst into royal flames as they look the leap to lovers. In the candlelight of a stolen moment, Wrath had held her with more care than she’d known possible. Still Wrath, still echoing that immense power of his, but softer, somehow. Not gentle, not truly, but tender. It was not love, but it was fire and anger and care all pieced together in a ball of desire.

Which led her to that moment, as she stole away from her husband’s masquerade ball. She had stayed long enough, and the party celebrated nothing of importance. Rather a show of unity between her and Pride, a display of wealth and power.

As she left the throne room she realised she had no idea where her prince had gone. Back to his rooms? No, they avoided meeting there. Being caught together in casual rooms could be explained away as strategic briefings, but being caught in the bedroom of her husband’s brother... did not leave for much escape room.

Just as she was about to curse his name, a snake slithered around her ankle, causing her to start. Was that Wrath’s laugh, she heard? Looking to her feet, the snake stared back up at her, its golden eyes winking in the candlelight of the hallway.

Of course. Wrath and his dramatics.

The snake made its way down the hallway, keeping close to the wall to be inconspicuous. It led her to an offshoot of the main hallway, then came to a halt at the final door. The serpent dissolved into golden sparks as they reached their destination. She knocked quietly before letting herself in.

Wrath lay stretched out across a dark velvet lounge, watching her entrance. His mask dangled lazily from his fingers, the ribbon used to tie it brushing across the floor. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, a toned chest peeking out from the fabric.

Deadly, dangerously beautiful.

And hers.

“You look exquisite,” He strode across the room before taking her in his arms. His hands quickly untied her mask before tossing it to the floor with haste. He took in her form for a moment, then tilted his face down to capture her lips with his own.

No matter how many moments they stole, it was never enough.

His kiss was liquid fire igniting the flame of her desire. One hand rested against her back, with the other cupping her face. She gasped against his mouth, revelling in how desperately hard his body felt against hers. Greedy hands slipped up his chest to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Pulling the material away, Emilia broke the kiss for a single second to gaze at her lover.

Smooth, tanned skin met her eyes, followed by a swift appreciation of the hard strength that lay beneath his trousers. He laughed as he caught her gaze, knowing exactly what she was admiring.

He kissed her again, this time grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The taste of him- Taste was her speciality, but there were no words to describe how perfectly Wrath kissed her.

After too long and never long enough, the lovers parted for breath. He still held her against his chest. In this position, she was the perfect height to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Their breathing echoed through the room in perfect harmony.

She could feel every rise and fall of his powerful, tattooed chest. Such lethal power contained within his body, yet he held her with all the tenderness the world could offer.

“You know,” He mused, “We never got to dance.”

“Are you asking?” A sly smile in his direction.

“Yes. Witch, will you dance with me.” He said witch the way men said love. She looked down at him, grinning.

“No. I can’t dance.”

He laughed. Such a bright sound for one bathed in darkness.

“Liar.”

“Fine. I don’t dance, because I’m awful at it.”

A teasing hand ran down her back.

“I’ll teach you.” At her raised brows, he continued with, “A queen must use every skill in her arsenal.”

Lowering her to the ground, he held out his hands for her to grasp.

“Place your right hand in mine, and left against my shoulder.” Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat roaring off him. When she did as he instructed, he pulled their bodies together until not even an inch separated them. Emilia was fairly certain this wasn’t part of the dance, but she wasn’t going to interrupt. She quite liked this position, pressed against the prince of Wrath, his breath rustling her hair. His hand settled against her spine.

“This next bit is the most important, do you hear? It is crucial even that beginners like yourself get this right.” He teased, and she scowled back at him, though they both knew it was merely in jest.

“Tilt your chin up so you can gaze adoringly into my eyes.” He grinned down her scowl. “I want you to focus on how handsome I am, how talented, and forget everything else. Except how much you want to kiss me.”

She couldn’t help herself, she laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned low and seductive as his hand slid down her spine, drawing her a little closer. “But you’re waltzing like a goddess now.” As he spoke, they started to move. Slowly, he stepped back and followed. To the side, and she followed again. On and on, their little box pattern continued, until Wrath picked up the paced and spun her around.

A gasp left her lips at the movement, but before she could overthink and stumble, he caught her once more with a smile.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the moodiest prince of Hell?”

He shook his head at her words, huffing a laugh as he did. She felt the truth bloom in his chest, he didn’t have to say it. These borrowed moments, these secret trysts... it was happiness, rare as it was, that fluttered between them. They both knew it couldn’t last, but for now, it was real. In that moment, it was all that mattered.

“Teasing witch,” He murmured, and kissed her. Kissed her as if they were not members of two rival houses, as if she was not an unwilling wife to his bastardly brother, as if there were not a chasm of reasons to keep them apart. Tomorrow would bring hellfire, and perhaps regret, but tonight was theirs.

They kissed until night dwindled away into day, and their secret was no longer safe. With the promise of “soon” and an unspoken “I miss you”, Wrath kissed her once more before exiting her side.

The queen of Hell picked up her mask from where it had been tossed across the floor, and stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath. The moment had passed, and she was no longer just Emilia, a powerhouse in her own right, and friend and lover of Wrath’s.

She was the Wicked Kingdom’s vengeful queen, and she would find her happiness once more, or burn the world trying.

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aroyalpaininthecass · 3 years

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Ok don't kill me bc I like Otto and Subaru's friendship SO MUCH but that part where Otto has that adorable slip, where he's trying to drag Subaru by saying he's mean for being rude to someone who cares about him, stuck in my mind...the moment right after that, where he looks embarrassed like he didn't mean to say it is huge tbh. If he hadn't reacted like that, I might not have thought twice about it...

...I know Otto told Subaru he doesn't like him that way (Subaru's vibe when he asked was A+ though, you know he would still have been so stoked if he had said he did, probably would have gone something like "Oh man, you do??! Hell yeah!!! I mean I don't swing that way but, you’re awesome man, etc") but...this dude Otto does not have much experience with having friends, much less any kind of partner.

That puts a lot of questions in my mind like...does he really know what he feels? Would he able to recognize the difference in his feelings between a friend and a partner, if he's not too familiar with either? I noted that he quickly dismissed the idea of a potential romantic feeling toward Subaru as "gross" before he even knew what Subaru's reaction would be...which also could have been a way to save face since every single person in Lugunica knows Subaru's feelings for Emilia. It does kind of add a different vibe/possible additional reasoning for his intensity in episode 38/39, possibly trying to work through something he doesn’t completely understand yet

This is a long ass post but...the more I thought about it the more ambiguous it seemed. It can still go completely either way but, to me it adds an extra layer of depth to this character I thought others may enjoy considering...

Plus, I think it would go great with Subaru’s Envy plot line, like...you don’t get to having everyone like you without confusing AT LEAST a few dudes along the way

#Otto Suwen #look man I just saw some familiar shit there ok idk #Otto loves Subaru for sure...it's just how is the question #and the answer isn't really all that important

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liminal-storage · 3 years

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#28: Pulpy Short Story

FFXIVWrite 2021 challenge. Day 28: Bow

Another entry featuring Okuni's 'writing.' Because I can and because it's fun.

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Never go into the woods after dark, Emilia’s grandmother always said. The Dark gives birth to monsters, to wolves and skin-thieves. All evils in the world are spawned from the wood when the autumn moon rises over the bare, spidery trees.

Including him.

Rodyn, the huntsman, the man Emilia had called “best friend” since they were both too short to climb over the fences, had been taken by something deep in the heart of the forest. He returned the next night, coat torn and blood on his face. She was beyond grateful that her friend was still among the living, but the rest of the villagers were not as keen on his return.

Before Emilia could even think to cross the distance to embrace him in her joy, her uncle tugged her back by the arm and insisted that something was wrong. Of course she protested. This was Rodyn; Rodyn who was her best friend and a provider for the village. Of course the others would not listen.

“Wolfish,” they’d always called him. “Scoundrel. Rake.”

He was all of these things and more indeed. Something of a libertine, the man had been blessed with wicked good looks and charm and cursed with poor judgment. Women and men both fell over themselves to bed him, while others watched him with furious, hateful gazes. Some questioned the nature of their friendship, thinking Emilia had deluded herself into thinking herself in love with him, or that he was in love with her.

The subject of envy, she was always the one to tend to his bruises after a brawl, or to soothe the ache of his broken heart whenever the townsfolk had their fun with him and left him in the dust for “more realistic” long-time pursuits.

Libertine, yes, he enjoyed his exploits. Scoundrel indeed, for he could be rowdy and reckless. Rake, absolutely, for he never had any shame. Yet for all his vices, Rodyn remained honest and brave. Boisterous and robust. What callous young man should not enjoy his youth? Never once had she lost faith in him. Even when he ventured too deep into the woods and returned with the mark of the hungry beast....

Okuni sat up straight, tearing her eyes away from her writing. Soon enough, however, she found herself curled back over the desk like a cooked shrimp, back bowed as she let loose with a groan over the cheesy writing.

Maybe it was meant to be a bit cheesy and cliché. It was an entry for a short story contest, after all, the theme being 'supernatural romance.' She had no idea why she'd chosen a werewolf of all things, but she found herself quite stuck with it now. How did Latika'a manage this? How did he bring himself to write these kinds of words with a straight face? How much purple prose could be crammed into a single chapter? How many euphemisms for different body parts existed in the universe? How had she been talked into entering the contest in the first place?

Okuni uncurled herself, stood up, and moved towards the little side table where the coffee pot lived. She would certainly need to take a break before this particular piece reached a point she considered passable for submission.

#ffxivwrite 2021 #{sea serpent}#{Old smudged articles}

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umbrousmind · 3 years

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Here are my thoughts regarding Re Zero.

(Care!! I spoil)

The first couple Episodes I was really confused but surprisingly entertained. It seemed colorful and Joyful and his „Ability“ or „Quirk“ was like the solution to his problems. What a mistake that was. Everytime you hear a specific sound, your heart drops in to your pants and it slowly develops a fear and anxiety.

The First season went right into my guts. Creating some sort of claustrophobia. You really feel with him and want see how things may play out. Him trying over and over again. Falling in Love with Emilia. But having to meet her again and again without her noticing him. Familiar Eyes but just for him. Even tho he saved a lot of them so many times. Sacrificing his own live. Not able to tell them cause of the Curse. Think about it. All the people you got used to know, can’t remember you but you have all the memories. Yet still they hate/kill you. Don’t trust you...

After seeing them Die so many times. Learning their writing and trying to figure out how his Energie works. He still gets killed purposely and unpurposely. Without even knowing why.

Here we go again. He survives for a longer period of time. Becoming more useful, because he really couldn’t do a lot ahaha. Comforting Emilia, Helping Ram and REM. Getting to know them. But let me tell you.

Rem is the real thing here. REM did and does so many things for Subaru. Even tho he had seen her die so many times. She always did it for him. He even committed suicide just to to be able to Safe her. But it’s not love for him. It friendship. It’s the kind of friendship that sounds too cruel to be true but the Anime still makes it valid.

Season 2 is where claustrophobic traits turned into Terror. Romanie Conti. „Todsünden“ they made him suffer over and over again. Seeing everyone die infront of him. Brutally /Sadly and his mind went crazy. The way he deals with his mental breakdown after living throu all of this is what I would call a Katharsis.

Subaru came to a point where he could only see the problems from his POV. Blaming others because they didn’t know how many times he really died for them.

He woke up to reality. Because nothing goes as planned in this Cursed world. The longer he lived the more he realisied that many things in this Colorful world were full of bitterness and solitude. But REM GODDAMN. Somehow with little words she broke the barrier. Because somehow she knew. She knew that Subaru indeed did became hero and wasn’t egoistic. The way the anime portrayed his growth through failur, acceptance, friendship and THOUGHTS is probably some of the best I have ever seen. It’s where you heart gets torned into pieces.

Emilia... where do I start. First I really liked her. She seemed kinda lost. Full of hidden anger and fear. But still joyful and full of happiness when close to Subaru. She met him for the first time (MANY TIMES) but still she always starts to like him. Not because of his skills, because of his kind heart. He works really hard. And quickly fell in Love with her. Later on she became Blanc. The similarities to the witch of envy are to big to Be not seen ( toooo great.) He can’t die because of her love towards him. Even when she couldn’t fall asleep he sit by her side but still knew what to do a left. Because he knew what needs to be done to set her free. She is the main reason Subaru keeps pushing forward.

This thaughts can’t even comprehend all the Things I love about the Anime. The Visualls, animations and voice acting is really great.

I didn’t talk about many side characters that made this World feel so alive, because that would be too much.

ALL IN ALL go watch it and prepare yourself for the feelings and sheer Impact of this Anime.

#quotes #anime #curators #poetry #couple #RE #ZERO #RE ZERO #SUBARU #EMILIA #REM #RAM #Death #Resurrection

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queerchoicesblog · 4 years

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The Florentine Lady

Folks, the wlw story set in the Italian Renaissance suggested by @scottishqueer for the wlw writing project continues. Time to introduce the mysterious Florentine lady, wife of a brilliant architect.

If you do happen to like this miniseries, please consider spreading the word!

Previous chapter: After The Storm

Previous series: Ancient Greece

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A few days later, I pay a visit to my most wondrous tailor and commission him a series of accessories for both my costume and Riccardo's: we have to be impeccable! He winks at me and assures me he will do everything within his power to turn them into wonders that will catch the eye of the Duke himself. I love masquerade balls so much and I count the hours until when I will finally put my Flora costume on.

I'm smiling on my way back to the castle for my card match with my dear mother-in-law. I'm basking in my carefree happiness and in the gorgeous sun shining bright today that it takes me a moment to notice a blonde figure admiring the castle from the edge of the bridge. She doesn't take a step in? Is she scared off by the guards? What a missed chance!

"You chose the best angle to admire the Duke's castle, ma'am" I say as I approach, hoping to give her the little push she needs.

Oh, I startle her, poor thing! She looks behind her and notices me. I smile at her and she turns back towards the castle.

"So this is the best angle..."

To my surprise, she sounds skeptical. What she says next irritates me even more.

"Is this all your castle has to offer?"

A sudden realisation hits me. I laugh. But of course!

"Ah, you must be the new Florentine lady"

She turns back towards me as if I stang her with a needle.

"My fame precedes me, I see"

"Indeed it does, milady" I confirm, mocking a curtesy.

She rolls her eyes and laughs bitterly.

"It doesn't sound like good news by the way you talk to me"

"Well, it's surprisingly easy for ladies with an attitude to get a reputation" I observe with pretended nonchalance.

"Do you think I have an attitude?" she asks and she looks genuinely confused, only slightly annoyed by the implication.

"You? And who would ever say that? You've just arrived, we'll have to wait and see. Fare ye well, fair lady of Florence" I answer, walking past her to enter the castle, my home.

I'm pretty proud of my witticism: I put her in her place, I'm quite sure of that. God knows, maybe for once Maria is right: the new lady is no fun. And no fun is not the right attitude to have in Ferrara.

The day after I entertain my friends with my accidental encounter with the Florentine and we laugh of it. She certainly has guts: we're not Rome the Great nor her Florence but our Duchy is the peak of modernity. She should know: isn't her husband working with Biagio Rossetti, the genius moulding our lively city into something new, unprecedented? The most talented artists decorate our palaces and our gatherings are blessed with the finest music. We're second to no one. Not even Florence, superb arrogant Florence.

But it's getting late, time to attend the evening mass. As we head to the Cathedral, I spot Riccardo standing in the main square. I wave at him and beckon him to join us. He obliges after pressing a kiss on my lips. On our way back to the castle, we walk arm in arm a few steps ahead of my friends. He confides me that when I saw him, he had just taken his leave from the architect and his wife.

"A remarkable man, if you ask him: I'm glad Duke Alfonso didn't turn a merchant's ear to Biagio's request and invited him to join the enterprise. He's a true artist, a man already thinking in future terms, so to speak. Excellent addition to our court"

"And what about her?" I inquiry. "What do you think of the lady?"

"His wife?" he says, furrowing his brows before shrugging. "She doesn't talk much but she seems a fine lady"

"If you say so..." I giggle as we set foot on the castle's bridge.

I couldn't possibly foresee that a few days later he would ask me to show the Florentine around. The city, the churches...or invite her to join the sewing circle or "whatever gathering you women do". My first question is "why?", the second "why me?". But he's already heading to his meeting with the Duke. He just says something about being a good neighbour and introducing her to court. Before I can protest, he's out of the door.

I sigh in resignation. The idea of spending time with the architect's wife is the opposite of thrilling but I know my husband. He's as stubborn as a mule: if I refuse, he will keep asking until I eventually surrender out of exasperation. So, I grab a quibble and write a note.

The next day she's waiting for me in the garden. She picked a crimson dress that certainly was in vague in Florence but not here. It suits her, though. I put on my best practised smile and greet here. We chat a little but soon an uncomfortable silence falls so I suggest we go on our walk, lady...

"Your friends didn't even tell you my name? Nor your husband?" she asks, amused and bitter.

I'm forced to recognise that this is exactly what happened. I refrain from admitting it though.

"I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I forgot it but they must have surely-" I start but she cuts me short.

"No reason in lying to me. I just thought..." she sighs in defeat. "I just thought they did"

Then she looks at me.

"It's Cristina. My name's Cristina"

I refrain from saying it's a lovely name, fearing she would take my words as forced kindness.

"Emilia" I only say, smiling apologetically and offering her my hand to shake.

I suddenly feel uncomfortable: it's not going well and we haven't even started our walk. Thank God, the feeling eases as we wander through the streets of Ferrara. I share stories and facts, even if I'm sure Riccardo would have been a better guide. I ask her about her parentage: she tells me her mother is French, from Alsace. She's never been to France but she can speak the language properly. She has two sisters and a two brother, the oldest one lives in Spain.

"He's a diplomat, just like your husband" she explains.

As we talk, we reach the area where her husband works: I ask her if she would like to have a look even if there's still little to see. The new boulevards are shaping though. She agrees and I start a passionate speech about the exciting times we live in.

"Do you ever feel lucky to live in a time like now? I do. I mean, look at this city, at these streets: they're changing and we can't yet foresee the final result but you can tell a new...world is rising. It's here, underneath the surface and enterprises like the Addizione are bringing it to life. Enough with those narrow filthy alleys, let's have light and space and fresh air instead. Let's expand the borders of our gaze. Your husband is lucky to work firsthand in this enterprise" I note with proud excitement.

She keeps quiet though, so I continue. I don't get why she doesn't sound thrilled too.

"Even our world is broadening. You were speaking of France, Spain...what about the West Indies? Oh, lucky those who can set sails towards them! We hosted an explorer at court once, he brought back the most curious objects and even a bird with extravagant colours! He shared stories of those lands, he said it's like a terrestrial Eden, can you believe that?"

I sigh contently.

"It's exciting how so many things are changing all at once..."

"And we don't get to take part to any of it"

Her voice is somber just like the look on her face.

"Well, we can always enjoy the view and breathe in these winds of change. I'll tell you what? We'll take a walk down these new boulevards when they're done and we'll keep walking until we reach the fields outside the city. We'll pick flowers and make flower jewels out of them! God, I hope I still remember how, I haven't braided flower crowns since I was a child" I suggest, hoping my enthusiasm may be infectious.

"Sure, we can...watch all of it from afar"

Alas, it's not. Cristina doesn't look comforted nor cheered up by my words. She wanders forward and rests her hand on a raw stone at the top of a pile. The builders are working down the road and left them here. Her slender fingers gently grazed the stone as if it was a dear friend. When she speaks again, her voice is filled with such melancholy my chest tightens.

"I envy my husband, you know. There are days he hates his job but he doesn't understand how lucky he is. He has a purpose and a place in the world, this fascinating, changing world, as you say. He sits at his desk and knows he will leave a mark, his signature in the world to come. He touches this stone and knows it will be positioned right there, near that tree. He will be an actor of this modernity not a...paying spectator sitting quietly in the dark of a theatre"

She takes a pause before adding grimly:

"I have no purpose nor a place in the world. My days are empty, filled by mindless occupations that are supposed to make the passage of time more bearable. But I feel so lonely and worthless. When I die, I will walk away from this world like a...shadow. Nothing more. A shadow vanishing into the void"

"Oh, Cristina, what are you saying? What brought such sad thoughts on?" I smile weakly, walking closer.

She turns towards me and searches my eyes. I don't know what she hopes to find on my face.

"Don't you envy your husband, Emilia? He's among the advisors of the Duke, he guides him into taking decisions that shape the future of the city and the whole Duchy. He's a diplomat, he's in touch with the most prominent members of society all over the world, royalties, the Pope, nobles...he can influence history. Don't you envy him?"

I take her hands into mine and give them a squeeze.

"You are not lonely. Not as you think...I-I can be your friend. We started off on the wrong foot but let's leave it behind us, huh? It's never too late to start a friendship"

I give her an encouraging smile as she ponders my words. Then she winces, slowly retrieving her hands.

"But you don't understand me"

We walk back to the castle in complete silence. When we arrive there, I offer to have someone escorting her to her place but she shakes her head and refuses. She thanks me for showing her around and walks away before I can formulate an answer. Soon she disappears into the crowd gathering around the market nearby. I shake my head too and walk inside, but her melancholy affected me.

#wlw writing #wlw writing project #wlw miniseries #original work #lgbtqa+#italian renaissance

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cassianandfenrysaremyboyos · 2 years

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I am so here for an Emilia and Envy friendship/brotp. I mean Wrath is her partner and her love, but her and Envy being besties who gossip and banter and provide an understanding shoulder to lean on (even if Envy isn't exactly one to open up, just knowing he could with Emilia means a lot) is SUCH a vibe!

#i just think it would be such a fun friendship BUT with hints of softness just hints but that's a big deal for envy #prince envy #emilia di carlo #kotf #kingdom of the feared #kingdom of the cursed #lisa reads kotf #kotf spoilers

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Which got me thinking, it's interesting how Greed is 'good' in FMA bc he likes everything, but arguably the worst in Re0, and Envy is the worst of the Homnchuli but Subaru has envy as a big character trait and it's not even shown as a flaw most of the time, it encourages him to improve himself.

ok ok so like i totally have thoughts on this too anon and i would so love to talk about it. as far as fma goes i wouldnt say any of the sins themselves are presented as inherently worse, even hohenheim just calls them the "7 desires" theyre neutral by default, but it depends on how you act on them that makes them bad.

i think the reason greed himself turned out well is just because of the people around him- the whole point of fma was how human connection makes us complete, and greed was the only one who actually connected with people in a way that mattered. pride also kind of got a second chance to do the same thing, even though selim 2.0 is baby hes STILL a manifestation of pride and you can even make the argument that he was the worst of all beforehand. and envy? what did they envy? human's ability to connect! i mean, still murder and all, but that came down to their actions in response to the sin.

and on the re:zero end, i agree with you on subaru having envy, but subaru SUPER has greed too! in general hes sort of meant to represent most sins in some capacity (thats the whole point of the what:if stories) and emilia kind of foils him by not being any of them but still being a super flawed character in her own right. you can argue that envy is the worst in re:zero because of satella being the Big Bad Witch, but you could also argue that its sloth because of petelgeuse, lust because of capella, or like you said greed because of echidna. like you said its debatable, its somewhat subjective.

but in the same way that subaru ended up harnessing his envy into a positive trait, he also did the same thing with greed! his "greed" was his immense desire to keep everyone alive, in arc 4 he was presented with a trolley problem and he wouldnt chose because he wanted to save everyone. we also see this represented when he told ram the story about the ogres and ram asks him who hed befriend, and he grabs both fingers. hes greedy for friendship, for connection. so (light novel spoilers) when he obtains the greed witch factor, it manifests in a way that allows him to share his friends burdens with himself, and each other but only if they're willing.

still the sins ARENT always presented as good with subaru. i mean, yeah theres the aforementioned what:if routes, but also his incredible entitlement that shined through a lot in arc 3, his possessiveness and his feelings of jealousy towards julius for just like.. talking to emilia politely. (and having read the light novel i think emilia should be the one more worried abt that lmao). sure he was able to take his envy and make it something that he could use to get better but only after he was at his worst, it was an arc!

and return by death is likely the envy witch factor too, which reminds me of a fan theory that, since its envy, return by death is "fueled" by his low image of himself and his self-hatred. so he will only be allowed to die for real once he starts valuing his life. how ironic would that be? writing-wise i support it but also. can we give this guy a break already? i knoowwww it probably wont have a happy ending but. come on. please.

#fma #anyway feel free to talk to me more abt this anon i ended up typing a whooole lot sorry if i sound like im just being pretentious lol #i just genuinely like to talk

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rileyjackscn-a · 4 years

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🍲 💒 🍆

🍲 - share food with, steal food when they’re not looking, don’t share food and make them watch with envy instead // 💒 - fuck, marry, kill // 🍆 - have sex for the rest of the life with, friends with benefits, one night stand

Okay well... I think that one pretty lady Emilia could really use a lil extra love and friendship, so I would happily share my food with her. That one guy that looks like a Ken doll? I’d steal food from him for the free pizza. As for not sharing and making them watch, oh.... I don’t know. Jesse. Fuck? No rules just sex? Marcus Turner and Aubrey Bram, but wouldn’t we all? Marrying Phillip Wolff, of course. If there are soulmates, mine is him. I don’t know how else someone could put up with me for this long. I wouldn’t kill anyone, but I would kill Warren’s ego. Boy needs it. Wait.... can I add Arya and Sutton to my fuck list? Okay, well back on track, I would have sex for the rest of my life with Layla because she’s one of the coolest people I know and is so beautiful it hurts, which now that I say it.... is gross. Moving on... Friends with benefits with Robbie as long as she promises to let me be big spoon after, and one night stand with Carolina. Just to you know.... remind her how much she fucked up. I’m not bitter though. I promise. I just won’t say no to good sex.

@emclias, @alextcte, @jesserusso, @marcusturncr, @aubrey-bram, @philwolff, @whereiswarrenwolff, @arya-grey, @sutton-day, @layla-broderick, @robmurdoch, @carolina-romero

#✧┆meme monday ( all ).#✧┆meme monday ( ask ).#//#Anonymous #a whole ass mess

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kittensartswriting · 4 years

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OC Shipping Tag

Thank you for tagging me @el-norawrites and @dotr-rose-love!! Every ship in farocm:

Valgrippa (Valeri x Agrippa from)

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbt+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were room mates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing world views / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / token dummies / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / age gap / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers* / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letter

*Enemies to Friends to Lovers XD

Jussia (Cassia x Julie)

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbt+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were room mates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing world views / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / token dummies / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / age gap / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letter

Emilithos (Faerathos x Emilia)

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbt+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were room mates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing world views / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / token dummies / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / age gap / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letter

Faérich ((Conan cor) Faelin x Aerich)

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbt+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were room mates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing world views / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / token dummies / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / age gap / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letter

Tagging: @dczwrites @writingonesdreams @re-writing-h @stories-by-rie

#tagged #tag game #airinna #aisha #corinna #tkw

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thornbolts · 5 years

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Bonedaddy Tropes

Art by Florencia Emilia Atria Álamos

Tagged by: @glitchphil

Bold what applies to your muse!

Just a few of tropes from tvtropes. They are (hopefully) linked correctly if you want to read up on them. Feel free to add more!

Asskicking Equals Authority / Deadpan Snarker / Bifauxnen / Mama Bear / Respected by the Respected / Cut a Slice, Take the Rest / Half-Human Hybrid/ Achilles’ Heel / Nigh-Invulnerability (Except blunt force) / Soul Jar / Kryptonite Factor / Involuntary Shapeshifter / Voluntary Shapeshifting / Living Lie Detector / Kaleidoscope Eyes/ Asshole Victim / Anti-Hero / Ideal Hero / Kill All Humans / Familiar / Stronger than they look / Organic Technology / Ridiculously Human Robots / Become a Real Boy / Ambiguous Robots / Weakened by the Light / Magical Eye(s) / Tall, Dark, and Snarky / Magic Music / Lady of War / Expressive Hair / Walking Wasteland / The Heart / Spoiled Sweet / Archnemesis Dad / Battle Ballgown / Shonen Hair / Cute Bruiser / Cheerful Child / Rapunzel Hair / Dark Action Girl / Mind Virus / Theme Music Power-Up / Training from Hell / Epiphany Therapy/ Self-Made Orphan / Rich Bitch / Aloof Big Brother / Stalker with a Crush / Power Tattoo / Driven by Envy / Always Second Best / I Lied / Big Brother Instinct / Fake Memories / Shell-Shocked Veteran / Survivor Guilt / Jerk with a Heart of Gold / Noble Demon / Alcohol-Induced Idiocy / The Power of Love / The Love Slap of Epiphany / Fantastic Racism / The Power of Friendship / Good Thing You Can Heal / I Just Want To Be Normal / The Power of Hate / Remember That You Trust Me / Dark Is Not Evil / Lovable Alpha Bitch / Split Personality Takeover / Dying Alone / Cursed / Heroic Sacrifice / Loners Are Freaks / Go Mad from the Isolation / NEET / Do Not Taunt Cthulhu / Curb-Stomp Battle / Cry for the Devil / Cradle of Loneliness / Desperately Craves Affection / Hates Being Touched / Because You Were Nice to Me / No Sense of Personal Space / Et Tu, Brute? / Go Out with a Smile / Artificial Limbs / Super Senses / Apocalypse Maiden / Enemy Within / Badass / Freakiness Shame / Abusive Parents / Defied Trope / Fluffy Tamer / Nightmare Fetishist / Bad Dreams / Talking in Your Sleep / Death Seeker / The Dreaded / All of the Other Reindeer / Heroes Prefer Swords / One-Man Army / Lightning Bruiser / Sanity Slippage / Roaring Rampage of Revenge / White Hair, Black Heart / Light Is Not Good / Unstoppable Rage / Too Clever by Half / Younger Than They Look / Older Than They Look / Well-Intentioned Extremist / Smug Super / When She Smiles/ Bad Powers, Good People / Big Brother (Sister) Worship / Emotionless Girl / 100% Adoration Rating / 0% Approval Rating / Magical Girl / Laughing Mad / My God, What Have I Done? / Sickeningly Sweethearts / Ill Girl / Contralto of Danger / Bandage Babe / Too Good for This Sinful Earth / Brilliant, but Lazy / Motor Mouth /Beauty Mark / Psychopathic Manchild / Voice of the Legion / Mad Scientist / Our Zombies Are Different / Glowing Eyelights of Undeath / A-Cup Angst / The Hedonist / Big Breast Pride / Absolute Cleavage / Blue Blood / Cold-Blooded Torture / Cosmic Plaything / Jerkass Woobie/ Anime Hair / Good Scars, Evil Scars / Unscrupulous Hero / The Snark Knight / Pragmatic Hero / Token Evil Teammate / Evil is Deathly Cold / The Necromancer / Magic Knight / The Kingslayer / Badass Longcoat / Casting a Shadow / Troubled, But Cute / Used to be a Sweet Kid / From Nobody to Nightmare / Consummate Liar / Bastard Angst / Functional Addict / Jack-of-All-Trades / Combat Pragmatist / Lovable Rogue / Fragile Speedster / Wild Man / He Who Must Not Be Heard / Gentle Giant / Nature Hero / Big Eater / Magic Staff / Angels, Devils, and Squid / Crisis of Faith / Action Dad / Good Parent / Papa Wolf

#tagged #gregory thornbolt #ooc #bone father #bone daddy

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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Re: Zero – 32 – All of It Was Written

When Beatrice grants Subaru access to her library and starts to heal him, he panics, just as I would if I realized I’d just overwritten a saved game at a crucial point. Considering all the crap things that happened in this loop, Subaru can’t let this point of time become a save point.

Beyond stopping Subaru from stabbing himself with a broken piece of her tea set, Beatrice either can’t or won’t help much, aside from telling Subaru that everything she’s said and done has been in accordance with the “Gospel” and for the sake of “mother”—presumably Satella the Witch of Envy.

While I’m skeptical Beako doesn’t care at all about Subie or anyone else, the two are unable to make any further progress as Elsa enters and disembowels Subie. He’s clearly hugely relieved to Return by Death back in the ruin, shaking off the last attempt and comforting Emilia.

Emilia’s beautiful dreamy piano leitmotif plays, as if to indicate the mood has re-lightened and there’s optimism in the atmosphere. Otto, who is unaware this is now Subie’s third time, finds his calm both concerning and comforting.

Before Subaru can meet with Roswaal (again) and this time try to get more about Beatrice out of him, he is brought to a quiet field by Garfiel so Ryuzu can speak to him. It’s productive in that he learns that because Frederica is Garfiel’s half-sister and was born to a human mother, she can pass back and forth through the sanctuary at will.

Meanwhile, Subaru is determined to find a way to liberate the Sanctuary without Emilia having to go through the trial. He considers it nothing more than his own selfish wish; Emilia may have to face her past one day, but it doesn’t have to be here and now.

To that end,Subie announces to Ryuzu and Garfiel his intention to undergo the trial in Emilia’s stead. Once he says this, Ryuzu has Garfiel restrain him and then knock him out. When he comes to, he’s tied up and gagged in a stone cell. Why, do you ask? Because as soon as he came out of the ruins he reeked of miasma—what he calls the “witch’s scent”—which means Ryuzu and Garfiel can’t trust him.

This is an interesting complication. The miasma could be an innocent by-product of Subaru’s respawning process to which Ryuzu and Garfiel are simply overreacting. But either we nor Subie himself can rule out the possibility he is an unwitting cog in a much more elaborate machine: doing things for the Witch while under the impression he’s doing them just for himself or others.

Could his will already be written, as Beatrice claims hers to be? Whatever the case, Ryuzu and Garfiel keep him under lock and key and he wallows in darkness and damp for three days. Garfiel, thinking Otto as a merchant first and foremost, dangles a valuable-looking glowing stone at him as payment in exchange for his silence (Otto was the last to see Subie with Garfiel).

Garfiel’s flaw in keeping Subaru restrained, as well as Subaru’s deliverance, lies in the many meaningful relationships great and small he’s built with others. In this case, he is served by Otto choosing his friendship with Subie over a trinket he’s not even sure Gar will give to him.

Otto reports what’s happened since Subie was captured: after a fruitless search for him, Roswaal instructs Emilia to keep attempting the trial, which she’s done the last two days without success. He then details how he’s been in hiding collecting information ever since Gar attempted to make a deal with him.

At first Subaru doesn’t realize why Otto rescued him—and even mishears the word “friend” as “Eugene”! For all the people stonewalling him and making his internal organs external, he still has friends like Otto to help him in his time of need. While not as deep or profound as Emilia or Rem, his bond with Otto, and the things they’ve gone through, are still significant.

It’s a good thing too, because were it not for Otto Subaru would still be rotting in that cell for as long as Ryuzu and Gar want him there—say, until the barrier falls (if that can even happen without Subie). Otto leads Subie out of the dungeon and to a “very reliable helper” he’s lined up: Ram, who is just wonderfully smug and cool as she declares even if she had to wait for them so long she’d become a old granny, she’d be a cute granny. Damn straight!

This episode ends with Subaru on an encouraging upswing, with ample time to reach the mansion and armed with a bit more intel. But many concerning looming questions remain. How exactly will he be able to keep everyone in the mansion from an Elsa-slashing? What exactly is Beako’s deal? Are all of Subie’s actions following a sinister predetermined path without him even knowing it? Is he just another Witch’s tool, kept in line by the mere illusion of free will?

By: magicalchurlsukui

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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