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cindyslesbian · 11 months

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the way Dorothy’s first instinct was to run to Ya-Ya & to stick by her the entire sequence because both versions of Harriet meant to world to Ya-Ya & Harriet’s death affected all of them & Harriet II was like an extension of Harriet herself so seeing her get torn apart was like watching Harriet d!3 all over again— 😭

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mysticeyeliner · 2 years

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Experimental Art p5 and p6: LIHN, Anastasia, 36Q

Also: Red Queen and Princess and the Frog

[ID: Two pages of doodles, followed by closeups. Each shows a character standing alone surrounded by monochromatic swatches of color is marker and paint.

P1: Susannah Son and Sheila Nail from Love In Hate Nation. They sit on sinks (from The Other One) and blend colors. Sheila’s side is blue-green and crosses with Susannah’s yellow. Cross hatching suroounds them as well as hearts.

P2: Anastasia in her blue dress. She is surrounded by ombre red, purple, and blue, as well as sparkly blue crowns. She holds a music box, and her hair is also colored dark blue.

p3: Yah-Yah and Kitty Minx from Love In Hate Nation. They blend clouds- Kitty’s is red, Yah-Yah’s is green. Also in the mix is gray and yellow cross=hatching. Yah-Yah pours a test tube, and Kitty has a hand on her hip.

p4: Tatiana, a sister from Anastasia. She is in her pink, white, and gold princess outfit. She spins with her hands over her head. She is surrounded by light pink, and gold and dark pink bows.

p5: Jase and Judith from 36 Questions. They share colors, although they stand apart from each other. Both have their arms crossed. Jase is in orange and wears a sweater and beanie. Judith is in dark blue and wears a blazer and blouse with a side ponytail. Around them are question marks.

p6: Tiana in her light green Princess and the Frog wedding dress. She is surrounded by slightly deeper greens and sparkly lily pads.

p7: Cal Calore and Mare Barrow from Red Queen, sharing colors. Both have their arms crossed. Cal is in red and wears a t shirt and pants, with one hand holding a fireball. The top of his color cloud is shaped like flames. Mare is in purple, wearing a violet top and pants, with half her hair over her shoulder. She has one hand up, creating lightning. A dark purple web of lightning with white highlights surrounds her side. Fuschia hearts are shared between her and Cal.

A close-up of Tatiana is included, showing sparkle and detail. End ID.]

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boylookatyoulookingatme · 11 months

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Dead poets characters as things my classmates said:

Charlie: i wasn't mean to Cameron for ten minutes!

Chris: i'm proud of you...?

Tina: i have new an idea for book!

Gloria: did you finish the last one?

Tina: no... But i'm working on it!

Neil, to Todd: you are my little monkey<3

Meeks: i wasn't here for an hour and Charlie is drinking water with cinnamon, salt, sugar and pepper. Neil is playing with plastic bottle and Ginny is violent to Chet, bcs he drinked her cola. Cool.

Tina, to Knox: do you wanna die?

Knox: no...?

Tina: oh, i wanted kill that character :(

Charlie: i would let him fuck me to death and *something very spicy but i don't remember what*

Todd: there's things you can't say aloud

Ginny: he's fucker, it's good you broke up with him. *Very aloud*

Chris: don't you wanna scream that?

Neil: Withman or Neruda?

Todd: ... Neruda

Pitts: oh, shit, i need pee

Meeks: again?

Pitts: i have weak urethra!

#charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps fandom #knox overstreet #neil perry #todd anderson #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #i love that hc that Tina is writer #hc that Pitts have weak urethra #walt withman #jan neruda #tina dps #gloria dps #ginny danburry #chris noel #chet danburry

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inahallucination · 10 months

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For the 'controversial dps headcanons': I ship Ginny with Tina and Meeks with Gloria. I feel like Chis and Ginny are genuinely just friends. Tina, a wlw with an obsession with literature, was totally making fun of Charlie in her head during the 'made up poetry' scene and went to the cave just to keep Gloria company. Also, Gloria did date Charlie for a while, but just enough to get to know Meeks. More about tinny: they attend the same school and they became friends because of the theater club: Tina is working backstage and Ginny, of course, as an actress. It's a bit messy, but that's it, probably not even that controversial? I don't know really.

idk if its controversial but its one hell of a fic concept

i do like tina knowing about literature tho

#im leaving u to the ginny/chris and meeks/pitts wolves #jk #dead poets society #deadpoets #dps fandom #anon ask #meeks #gloria and tina #ginny danburry #chris noel

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wutbju · 7 months

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Many WutBJU readers are asking me about Benjamin Garlick and Shantaal Garlick and these recent charges.

An evangelist is facing a slew of child rape and sexual abuse charges in Murfreesboro, according to court records. Murfreesboro Police said 32-year-old Benjamin Garlick has been charged with five counts of aggravated rape of a child, five counts of aggravated sexual battery, sexual exploitation of a child and continuous sexual abuse of a child. The rapes stem from actions that were alleged to have occurred in February 2021. Garlick is being held on a $750,000 bond. His wife, 29-year-old Shaantal Garlick, is also facing charges, according to police. She is charged with the facilitation of aggravated rape of a child and aggravated child abuse, neglect and endangerment. Shaantal has been released after posting a $75,000 bond. The Garlicks will be arraigned on Sep. 26 at 9 a.m. MPD said.

Benjamin is on SermonAudio which is often a clue that he's a BJU grad.

But as far as I can tell, he is not a BJU grad.

His dad, David Garlick, is a member of the BJU Class of 1980, however. And he was even a "Personality"!

And his grandfather Roland was a member of the Class of 1958.

And his grandmother was a member of the Class of 1959:

#BOb Jones University #SermonAudio #ProofIsInTheProduct #Gloria Meek Garlick #Benjamin Garlick #Shantaal Garlick #Roland Garlick #David Garlick

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emzchaos · 1 year

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Ryan invited the girlies over for some wedding planning, while Silas vacuumed upstairs.

Emma and Aya were flirting the entire time

#ts4 #Meeks Legacy #Ryan Meeks #Silas Mahoney #Sadie Woods #Aya Salone #Gloria Hilton #Emma Dawson #Wedding planning has started

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ash5monster01 · 6 days

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Dead Poets Society and if they’d smoke weed

including my reasons for why :)

Neil: yes (and hear me out), Neil still drinks the liquor from Tina/Gloria, whoever, even after seeing majority of the boys heads shake no. He’s desperate to try new things, even if it’s once. Also I think being high would be a very freeing feeling for him.

Todd: Yes, but only to mellow out. It would never be for recreational use only to calm down his anxiety.

Charlie: God yes, he’d be the one providing it to each and every one of them.

Knox: No, as much as he’s okay with drinking I don’t see Knox as the type to enjoy the effects of weed especially when he hasn’t had the best of times under the influence of any drugs.

Cameron: Absolutely not. He’d freak out if you even pulled out a joint in front of him. Probably tell on you too.

Meeks: Yes and no. I think he would for Charlie and to save face but he’s not particularly fond of it and never would if it wasn’t for the boys.

Pitts: Yes, and if not for the weed but for the snacks. He loves snacks and having the munchies means more appetite for more food :))

#dead poets society #dps #dead poets #dead poets society headcanons #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts

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rrcenic · 7 months

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dead poets society as things my friends/family have said

huge trigger warning for discussion of suicide

neil: fuck fuck fuck

todd: what’s wrong?

neil: my workload was too much so i switched from honors algebra 2 to regular algebra 2 and i don’t know how to tell my dad

todd: you’re still two years ahead in math though

neil: yeah but my dad gets so mad when i don’t take every academic opportunity i can

todd: dude you just got out of the psych ward. i think he’ll understand!

neil: hhhhngg

neil: bro i didn’t even realize i had daddy issues til i became unnaturally infatuated with my english teacher

cameron: greetings fellow fraternity males. i am not working for your landlord and i simply want to hang out with fellow “dudes.” on an unrelated note are any of you in possession of illegal drugs and/or alcohol?

knox: yeah check under the chair

cameron: alright “broski” i will be simply taking photos of this not for reporting reasons and for personal reasons

pitts: do you have like a fetish or something

cameron: yes um a fetish i am not working for your landlord

todd: oh he’s so pretty! it’s so sad that he killed himself

todd: i mean obviously because like. killing yourself is never the answer

todd: but mainly because he was so pretty!!

charlie: i call this poem “every day i wake up and dream of olive garden”

meeks: this is literally the most autistic group i’ve ever been in and i love it

neil: oh i’m neurodivergent in many ways but the ‘tisim is surprisingly not one of them

charlie: shakespeare sucks ass

neil: i will stab you

neil: i can’t hang out today, i have therapy

pitts: you? therapy? but you’re so happy!

neil: …

neil: i’ve tried to kill myself like 5 times

pitts: WHAT

neil: did. did you not know that?!?!

knox: hey dyou wanna watch a tv show with me

neil: what’s it about?

knox: there’s lots of pretty women

neil: …

knox: …

neil: …

knox: and pretty men

neil: i’m in

charlie: america is fucked. our society is literally being ripped apart by capitalism. trans people are being criminalized more every day

knox: it’s not that bad

charlie: name one good thing that has happened to the trans community in the past year. i’ll wait

knox: …

knox: well um some politicians support trans people

charlie: THATS NOT ENOUGH

keating: *texting to the group chat* so technically since most of you are my former students i’m not allowed to be friends with you

keating: but you all rock so my excuse is we work on creative projects as a group outside of school

keating: however i can’t just chat with you when you’re bored

*that night*

todd: hey i’m really sorry for contacting you about non creative stuff but i just had a panic attack and don’t know what to do

keating: oh that bullshit? nah man you’re fine text whenever

cameron: charlie just gave me this plastic spoon and ran away does anyone know what it means

gloria: lucky i wish nuwanda had given ME the spoon

cameron: WHAT DOES IT MEAN

neil: i know what we’re gonna do after group therapy. we’re gonna have a poetry contest. we’ll call it psych ward poetry. i’m going to beat all of you with my mad poetry skills

meeks: oh and pooh represents… hm, i actually can’t remember

charlie: google it

meeks: yeah but we can’t have our phones

knox: hey mr mcallister? could you use your phone to google what mental illness the winnie the pooh characters represent?

mcallister: what the actual hell are you talking about

#tw self harm #tw suicide #tw sui joke #nics stuff #dps #dead poets society #incorrect dps #incorrect dead poets society #dps incorrect quotes #dead poets society incorrect quotes #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #cameron #richard cameron #john keating

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aemondslefteyeball · 10 months

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Gore, death, animal attacks, masturbation, creepin']

[Summary: They best pop some broken shot bottles between their fingers]

(Love y'all hoping I'll get two out next week have a good weekend drink water)

Word Count: 4.9k

Chapter 7

Three months after the disappearance, life was back to normal for most. Aemond found himself growing ever more restless as the summer cast a sweltering heat over King’s Landing. Despite how awful he felt, he was starting to handle it better. Helaena wasn’t the I-told-you-so type, but he still couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he continued going after the promised five sessions. He wondered if other people could see the difference in him. Earlier this week he had responded to his secretary when she asked him how his day was instead of grunting. But the torment of not knowing where you are was eating him alive. The scans in Moat Cailin were apparently going slower than expected due to issues with interference or something along those lines. Days blended into each other but that morning he had walked into his Grandfather’s office and requested a long weekend; it was the closest thing to a vacation he had taken after graduating. Otto once again shot him that empathetic glance, and nodded. “Aemond.” His hand had been resting on the doorknob when his Grandfather called out. He turned, half expecting to be lectured. “I would have done the same for your Grandmother.” Otto Hightower was not a man anybody could accuse of being emotional, but there was a deep sorrow in his voice Aemond had never been privy to. He had never really heard much about her, but supposed this was why. Aemond nodded at his Grandfather once more before leaving the room.

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After the night at the tree, you refused to go back there. It made no matter, Barba wouldn’t push you to do it. Whatever poison had seeped into you had only metastasized, it seemed. The days blurred together and your nights were riddled with serpents twisting in the burrows of the Earth. Finding little comfort in rest, you found yourself at your clearing more often. Tonight you were joined by Barba, who was looking at you excitedly before pulling out her black iPhone. You looked at her questioningly, what could have been months ago all of you agreed to limit phone usage to ten minutes a month unless absolutely necessary.

“Is it okay if I play something?” Her voice was as soft as always, but you braced yourself for religious music.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah go ahead.” Giving her the ‘all go’ gesture, she turned the device on and pulled up her Spotify library.

Barba gave you a meek look for a second, her icy eyes gauging your expression. “So, Uhm, I have a kinda unconventional music taste?”

You smiled, figuring that you could stand to listen to music about the Old Gods as long as she was happy. “Oh, I’m fine with anything.” You shrugged, secretly hoping that she wouldn’t play any country music.

“Are you sure?” Barba raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head towards you. “Like it’s not super common.” Suddenly curious at whatever tree music she was hiding, you just shot her two thumbs up.

You thanked R’hllor above that it was not country music. It was not Old Gods gospel either. So far it seemed to be some folksy song that had the occasional sound effect. You nodded approvingly, folk music wasn’t your favorite genre but it was pretty good. It also made sense for Barba, though you wondered why she thought folk was so unconventional. As soon as you started to close your eyes and enjoy the singing a scream pulled you out of your thoughts and had you staring between the phone and Barba. She just offered a small smile before the tempo of the song picked up and the growl started again. “Barba what the fuck?” was the only thing that you could even think to say. She just shrugged at you as she turned the volume up and tilted it so you could hear better. You hadn’t heard a lot of metal before, but the song actually sounded pretty nice. You still couldn’t stop staring at Barba in shock though. Who would’ve thought that the quietest, sweetest girl in all her classes listened to this? “Honestly I kinda fuck with it.” You started dancing as best you could to the insanely fast tempo. What the fuck are this guitarist’s fingers made out of? “Heavy metal Barba.”

“Oh, this is black metal actually.” She corrected, a gleam in her eyes as the two of you clumsily danced to the undanceable song. Barba tilted her head back to scream with the song, you miming guitar. She started laughing then, and the two of you continued until the song was winding down. When Barba stopped giggling, she handed the phone over to you expectantly.

“This is your ten minutes, listen to what you want.” You moved to hand the phone back to her before she pushed it so it remained in your hand.

“Seriously I just threw you in the deep end, pick a song.” You scrolled through her library hopefully, searching for the song you had been hoping to find.

When you clicked on it, Barba’s face lit up in recognition. “Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave, ‘I sold my soul, must be saved.’” Both of your voices rang through the clearing. “Gonna take a walk down to Union Square.” When the timer sounded the two of you groaned in unison. Barba shut the phone off and put it into her back pocket.

“What do you think of Aly’s expedition?” Barba sat on the log, you following on the one across the fire from her.

“It’s dangerous.” You sighed, dangerous didn’t really even begin to cover it. The only mercy at your disposal was the heat. “Sara seems pretty on board with the idea. Floris too. Sabitha won’t let Aly go without her…” You paused for a moment, glancing into the fire. “I think I want to go.”

Barba stared at you hard for a second before pulling her lips into a hard line. “The Cessna is too dangerous, but this is fine?”

“There’s safety in numbers, and we know our feet work. Can’t say the same for the ‘ol shitbird.” You weren’t sure if you were ready to tell her about your dream the night prior. Ivestragī se sȳndror mazilībagon ao dāez. A crimson river swept through the valley, white driftwood caught in pink rapids. Se riñar, ñuha riña. A cloud of red smoke was the last thing you remembered before Baela shook you awake that morning. Barba would no doubt tell you how the terror you felt while sleeping was a gift. She snapped you out of your thoughts with a dry laugh.

“Fine. But if it doesn’t work I’m taking the plane south.”

“I understand.”

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Aemond had bid entirely too much money on the pink monstrosity that sat before him. Regardless, you couldn’t come home to a torn duvet cover without having immediate questions. He inhaled again before he stepped into the bedroom. Vhagar thankfully wasn’t napping in her usual spot, and taking that as a sign Aemond tossed the new one on the bed as best he could. He could just have the maid straighten it later. His task in the room was completed, but he couldn’t wrench himself away from the closest substitute he had to you. He walked across to the other side of the room, looking at your desk. A few textbooks were stacked off to the right, and Aemond flipped through them before moving into an iPad, stapler, and tape. He opened the top drawer, rummaging through it to find basic office supplies. Following that he moved on to the bottom drawer. This too yielded nothing. A few folders were neatly labeled with subjects and an unmarked manila envelope. He flipped through the folders and didn’t find anything of interest. He undid the string on the envelope next, pulling out a few pieces of sketch paper. Aemond lightly brushed his fingertip across the drawing’s lower lip, a rising hunger growing in him. The next one was decidedly more risque. You were playing the piano but with a robe draped around you. Draped was a loose word for it, as the robe seemed to be a formality. Plum silk looked as if it had been poured around your hips, your naked back exposed to him. Aemond took in a sharp breath as he dragged his eye over the soft curve of your waist. From the angle you had been drawn at, he could see the curve of your breast, infuriatingly too little of it however. His eye lingered on the image for a second longer before he took in the next one with a widened eye. Aemond felt a predatory grin slip across his face as a burning jealousy took hold of him.

The paper was promptly set down on the desk before the blonde reached to undo his belt, cock painfully throbbing against his slacks. Upon being freed, it slapped against his buttoned shirt and he let out a groan. Aemond spread the precum down onto the rest of his length, holding a breath in before releasing it with a soft moan as he stroked down to the base. His eye locked down intently on the drawing of you, back arched and face twisted in pleasure while presumably, Emerson was bringing you to your peak. His pace grew more fervent, angrier at the thought of it. You looked blissful, but he knew he could break you down to the point of deliriousness. Aemond would find you when you were playing piano, and you would be as oblivious to his presence as always. He decided he would stand behind you then as he pumped his cock with one hand now, eye tightly shut. He would brush your hair to one side, letting his breath draw goosebumps from you. He would insist you keep playing, while one hand tossed that little skirt aside and snaked into your panties. If you stopped, so would he. The thought drove him wild, and he was bound to escalate it. His breath came out in pants, pace quickening. Aemond would kneel between your legs next, spreading one while taking care to leave the other so your foot could still rest on the pedal. From there he would plant gentle kisses along the tops of your thighs, wondering what your moans would sound like. Finally, he would tear off your panties, relishing in either your submission or annoyance. Aemond knew you would be so good for him after he dragged his tongue up your slit, swirling his tongue around your bud before pressing on it hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue lowered to the hole, pushing his tongue into it while pressing his aquiline nose on your clit. If you behaved he would reward you greatly, though truth be told either path would end in the same result. You would still end up spread on the piano, your skirt tossed up around your hips as he relished the sweet moan on your lips when he finally entered you. When you met his gaze he would start rolling his hips into you. He wondered if you would buck your hips as you approach your peak. He would be unrelenting. Unyielding. He would move his thumb to assault your bud until you started to shake. Aemond needed to feel you clench around him, head tossed back in abandon as you unraveled on his cock. The pace at which he stroked himself increased as he gritted his teeth. Aemond was a jealous man, and he wouldn’t stop until you were unable to remember your own name, let alone your ex’s. A primal groan was released from Aemond’s lips as he finally came, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you were looking him dead in the eye when he came in you. Aemond reached out a hand to lean against the desk, catching his breath before he put his cock away.

Fuck.

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“Why didn’t you tell them about your dream?”

You paused for a moment, wondering if it was a rhetorical question. You continued to examine the charred body of the deer with a detached eye. When you met Barba’s icy blue eyes you sighed. “Aly is a brick wall with hair.” Barba leaned back on her heels, nodding for a second. Your gaze flickered back to the stag, curiosity took hold of you. Reaching down, you wrenched a vertebra out of the corpse, holding it up to the light for a moment like a gemstone. “This bone didn’t burn at all.” You examined it for a moment before smiling at Barba and getting up.

You met Sabitha, Aly, Nettles, and Myrielle at the clearing in front of the cabin. Shooting Aly a small smile, you tugged at the straps of your backpack. “When do we leave?”

Aly smiled back at you “In an hour.”

You nodded, taking a knee and unzipping your rucksack, pulling the bone out of it. You had fashioned a piece of twine through it, and approached Sabitha while she was putting her water bottle in her bag. “This is kinda weird, but will you take this?”

Sab’s eyebrows knit together, running her fingertips across the bone before she looked back up at you. “Sure, but why am I going to be wearing a vertebra on my neck?”

“Just do it, please. I think it’ll keep you safe.”

“Like a lucky rabbit's foot?”

“I had a dream last night.” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. Thankfully Sabitha smiled at you, gesturing at you to continue. “There was, I don’t know. Red smoke and a river of blood. Just please keep it on you, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Y/N.” She pulled you in for a quick hug before you two turned back to the group.

The group was exchanging hugs, hope on their faces as they saw you guys off. Yelling suddenly rang out as Rhaena bustled out of the cabin. “Wait! Wait for me. I’m coming.” Rhaena panted before she looked at Ser Criston with doe eyes. “Criston, I mean Ser Cole. Please don’t try to talk me out of this, okay?” Her eyes were pleading, Cole looked as if he were a shell of a man. “I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I just feel like my friends really need me.” Baela’s lips pulled into a tight line across her face and you sucked your breath in through your teeth as quietly as possible.

“Oh, wow. Well, that’s uh…” Ser Criston looked away for a second, his face suddenly twisted in false disappointment. “You know what? That’s really brave of you, Rhaena.” They both giggled for a moment before he met her gaze again. “I’ll do the best I can without you.”

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.” Baela physically cringed, and you shrugged at her. She’s your sister.

“Okay.” Rhaena went in for a hug immediately after, and Criston’s mask dropped. He stared at all of you with a long-suffering look. He tentatively patted her on the back, his face scrunched as he did so. Everybody else in the group tried to distract themselves as Rhaena leaned in for a moment longer, sighing dreamily.

Last hugs were exchanged as the group of you set off into the brush. The mood was cheerful, and the breeze was a relief. You hummed quietly to yourself as you took in your surroundings. Marguerita Passion had to get her fix. She wasn’t well, she was getting sick. Went to sell her soul, she wasn’t high. Didn’t know, thinks she could buy. Dappled sunlight shone through the leaves, and Nettles joked about girl scouts. In the afternoon you found yourself actually starting to bond with Rhaena. She still seemed a little off, but she was interesting. The group of you hung back a little while Aly and Sabitha picked up their pace. Eventually, Aly’s gaze turned back to you, before she turned and gave Sabitha a look. Subtle. You didn’t hear the conversation, but Aly looked grave. Not that anything was new, really. When darkness fell camp was quickly established. “So get this.” Sabitha was animated as she spoke, her face lighting up. “After Bill Pullman falls in love with Sandra, his fucking brother wakes up! It’s a whole ass mess. I mean, this dude actually thinks that Sandy is his fiancee.” She gestured wildly, locking eye contact with everybody. “So just…” Howling rang out in the distance, and all of you froze. You looked in the direction it came from and swallowed. Your heels dug into the dirt.

Aly rocked back for a moment, looking at the fire. “We’ll be fine. Wolves are scared of humans. Besides, it doesn’t sound like they’re very close.” The nagging feeling still didn’t sit right with you, and you stared at Sabitha for a second, who was rubbing the vertebra. “We can take turns keeping watch, just to be extra safe but I really don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

“You know who does need to worry?” Sabitha wiggled her eyebrows. “Our girl, Sandy. Because she does not know this man and he’s never seen her before he’s like, ‘Who is this girl?’ And his doctor is like, ‘Well, you must have amnesia because you don’t remember your wife-to-be.” As Sabitha rambled on, the group relaxed. Eventually, your eyes grew heavy, and you last remembered Sabitha moaning about how unfair it is that Natasha Lyonne is straight.

Morning found the group anxious, but ready to carry on. Birds sang and insects chirped as you continued. Later in the morning, Aly heard the sound of rushing water, and the group of you rushed to it excitedly, undoing the lids on your bottles. To your horror, the water was a deep, muddy red. “I don’t think we should drink it,” Rhaena announced, letting the handful of water she had cupped drain back into the river.

“No shit.” Myrielle sniped. “It smells weird.” The scent of rust hung heavily in the air, with no signs of life in the stream.

“Y/N, what did you tell Sab about your dream?” Your arms crossed over your chest as you took a step back, gaze flitting away. “A river of blood?” Nettles continued. Your eyes were locked onto the water. “And a cloud of smoke.”

Aly scoffed after Myri had finished, her eyes rolling. “Yeah, and last night I dreamed I went water-skiing with Jaenara Belaerys, so.” Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you found your friendship with Aly growing ever-thinner. It was okay if she didn’t believe in things, but you were getting sick of her constantly shitting on everybody else. She was out eating dirt last night but you were crazy for what happened at the seance.

“Mineral deposits can change the color of the water,” Rhaena spoke out. “Like iron, maybe?”

Sabitha nodded, looking at it again. Aly smiled at her. “I’m sure that’s what it is then. Come on, this has been a fun pit stop but we need to keep moving.” She turned on her heels, clodding away.

“Um, guys.” Myrielle held the compass up. The dial was spinning all over, never landing in one spot.

Sabitha stared at it for a second before looking away. “The iron in the water could be messing with it. Especially this much of it. It’ll probably work again when we’re away from the water.” Her tone was hesitant as Sabitha gripped the vertebra that hung from her neck.

“Seriously?” Aly shot the group a hard stare.

“I don’t know, maybe we should think about going back?” Myri looked at Nettles hesitantly.

“We just need to get away from here.” Aly grabbed one strap and shifted her weight to her left leg.

“Wait, let's think about this.” Sabitha blurted out.

Aly stepped forward, her gaze flat. “Think about what?”

“I don’t know, this stream? It is a pretty big coincidence that Y/N dreamed about it… we heard wolves last night…” You decided to stay out of it, suddenly regretting your admission to Sabitha. All you wanted to do was try to keep her safe, not start infighting.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m just saying tha-”

“What? What are you saying? That the fucking woods are speaking through Y/N? That they don’t want us to leave? Do you know how insane that sounds? The woods don’t give a shit and all this nonsense.” She gestured towards you suddenly as you met her gaze, your nerves being grated ever thinner. “And dreams and omens and whatever the fuck.” Aly gestured to the bone on Sabitha’s neck. “That is. We can survive without a compass. We’ll use the sun to travel south and we can place cairn stones or something under trees. There is a solution for everything.” Aly was going to make an amazing engineer. Absolute disregard for human feelings and a stubborn resolve to fix anything. “An explanation for everything. Now, that said, nobody forced you to come with me. Anybody that wants to go back, by all means.” She spat. “But I’m losing daylight.” You shared wary looks with each other before you looked at the river one last time. Doc Martens rustled leaves as you followed Aly.

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He swore he wouldn’t do this again. Aemond cursed Emerson, but he knew that was a deflection and cursed himself afterward. Once he regained full control of himself he put the sketches back into the manila envelope and placed it back in the desk. He let out an audible sigh at the empty room, his gaze landing on the bed again. Some giant moth… thing of yours stared back at him from atop the bed where he had haphazardly thrown it after putting the new duvet on. Closing the bottom drawer to the desk Aemond walked back to the closet door. Pushing it further open, he took a deep breath before rummaging through the hamper once more. He would have the maid wash your clothes, but not all of them. And after three months in the wilderness, you wouldn’t miss a few pairs of panties. This was a turning point, he promised himself. What had been done was already in motion, but he wouldn’t deny it to himself any longer. He was attracted to you and missed your presence in the house. Aemond would talk about it with Dr. Greenwood and make it right. The expiration date on your marriage was a little under a year and a half away, but maybe until then the two of you could come to an understanding with each other. Besides, it wasn’t like Emerson would be here for you when you returned. After Taenys had morphed from emotional support to a vine growing on Emerson she attended fewer briefings before she had stopped coming altogether the past month. The last he had checked, she made her relationship with her public on social media. You deserved better, but in the meantime, he could fuck you hard enough that you would forget about her. He made one last move to the drawer of your nightstand, opening it before grabbing one more item and making his way out of the room. He spent the rest of the day alone. Helaena was at some summer camp with the twins, and the solitude had been weighing heavily on him. He did ask the maid to do your laundry, and he was grateful that she wouldn’t ask questions about the stains on it. Every day felt like a repeat. He was the first person who would be contacted when you were found, but he couldn’t help the compulsion to continue checking Twitter for continued updates. Aemond had always prided himself on his restraint but found that his need for you was becoming an addiction. He reminded himself that he would sort it out with Dr. Greenwood, not that she needed to know everything. Aemond would fix it as he had done his entire life, and things would be better when you returned. At some point he locked himself into his office, diving back into his work for a few hours respite from the storm in his head. When his eyes grew too bleary to continue, he returned to his room. Every step of his routine was just another meaningless thing he did to occupy his time. When he finally finished, he stood at the edge of his king-sized bed observing his bounty. Three pairs of panties, and the journal that had been almost entirely filled. He needed to get to know you if he was going to be of any use when you returned, after all.

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You fluffed the blanket before placing it on the ground. Your feet ached from all the walking on shitty terrain, with your mind weighed down by exhaustion. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but we’re one step closer to home. I promise this will all be over soon.” You shook your head as Aly spoke, just wanting to sleep and get fucking help.

Silence hung in the air for a brief second. “We don’t need another speech, Alysanne. We need to sleep.” Sabitha’s face hardened as she glanced back into the fire. “I’ll take first watch tonight.”

Aly shook her head, sitting by the tree. “Let me do it. You should all rest. Aly leaned against the trunk of the tree, and your eyes grew bleary as the flickering of the fire faded from your vision.

Silver hair flashed through the dense brush. You ducked under vines as you followed after the man. The silver hair evoked some feeling of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Jungle grew over pillars of stone, with the man flickering between them. The further he walked, the more intricate the stone became. The jungle seemed to either respect or fear it, as the plant line abruptly ended after you stepped into a clearing. Your boots padded over black cobblestone as you pursued the man, pace quickening. “Wait!” You ran after him, but he always seemed to elude you. He was only walking, but with a strange sort of glide to it. The man finally entered an ominous building. You stopped to stare at it for a second before taking a deep breath and entering. To your surprise– and horror– the man was waiting for you inside. He stood casually across the room, clad in strange, sunset-colored robes. Long silver hair cascaded down part of his ruined face. Flesh melted and sloughed off. The closer you looked at the man, the less human he started to appear. Ēdi naejot gaomagon ziry syt se dārion. His voice was half-gurgled, and you stepped back suddenly. You picked up maybe three words of what he said, but what you did know didn’t sound great. Then it dawned on you. That voice. His eyes were swollen sickeningly far from the socket, and you could see his jaw hanging loose where the sinew melted away. Charred bone crept into a Cheshire grin as the demeanor of the man changed. Kessa sagon. Se riñar emagon vēttan ziry sīr. The melted man continued forward with a predatory grin. Weeping, blackened skin hung off his body like a glove, slowly dripping down his body. You stepped too far back and stumbled back onto the stone. The man was upon you in an instant, doughy fingers digging in as he whispered in Valyrian. You were unsure of exactly what he was doing, but fingers wrenched into your right thigh, muscles tensing as you cried out. His swollen eyes opened briefly, purple and blazing. Suddenly the whispers turned to growls before his eyes closed one last time. Īlē ivestretan

You woke up to the shaking of the wolf’s head. Sabitha yelled as she was pulled away from your side. A scream wrenched from your lips as the canine bit into your leg. You panicked suddenly, bringing your boot to kick at its head before angling your foot so the steel toe collided with the wolf’s temple. It let out a pained whimper and you didn’t give it a moment to recover. You were on it in a second with a rock you had grabbed and promptly bashed it into the creature's head. Grunts of exertion left you as you slammed the rock back into the ruined mess of skull and brains, unable to see from the tears blurring your vision. A hand was suddenly placed on your shoulder, and you choked out a sob as Nettles pulled you back from atop the body. A buzzing sounded in your ears, and your vision started to blur. Your thigh looked like ground beef when you could see it clearly, and Nettles moved to wrap a makeshift tourniquet around it. When it was done, she helped lift you to stand. Left arm wrapped around Nettles’s shoulder, the pair of you walked towards where the rest of the group was gathered. Your gait grew unsteadier, and you were unprepared for the sight of Sabitha on the ground. The lower right half of her face had been torn apart by the wolves, her teeth visible through the holes in her cheeks. Aly kneeled beside her, wailing while holding the vertebra. Streams of blood oozed from Sabitha’s face as you collapsed against Nettles.

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Sabitha :(

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vamp-orwave · 3 months

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Her Favourite Worst Nightmare

Chapter VII - Variation

...

Click. The music stopped abruptly.

Judith whirled around. Hidden in the shadows cast across the room, she saw a figure hunched over the stereo, its finger still on the pause button.

A meek, feminine voice with a cultivated accent arose from the stranger.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Doulton, but I'd rather not intrude on anything too personal."

With fangs bared, Judith leapt to her feet, putting herself between Gloria and the invader. She could sense no other Beast, but had no doubt they were Kindred.

Her first thought was that she had been found by the London court. Predator's Taint or no, her insides riled with a primal fear, but she wrangled the Frenzy down as recognition quickly dawned. The long skirt; the cardigan; the stained bandages obscuring large swathes of their face. She'd seen them her first night at Elysium.

It was Kostya's Childe.

Judith did her best to resume her cool. This didn't have to get violent, so long as she had her wits about her. Reluctantly, she focused inward; the unique power of her Bloodline roused to consume what drugs still lingered in her blood, and sharpened her back into total sobriety.

Like always, it sucked.

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#alison writes vampires #vampire the requiem #chronicles of darkness #new world of darkness #fuck it lol im also tagging #vampire the masquerade

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kelbunny · 3 months

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Cordelia Glenbrook and Avlora for the character ask game!

:0 the most female characters of all time

Anyways...

Cordelia Glenbrook

First impression

I was fairly neutral about her, really just thinking of her as your stereotypical princess character. Pretty much she was only "Roland's sister" to me.

Impression now

3rd favorite Tristrat Character, and second favorite female character in media in general, second only to Avlora. Cordelia I am so sorry for doubting you.

I lover her character arc so hecking much, going from meek little princess to having a sharp wit and tongue. I really enjoy how instead of making her work to undamsel herself with physical strength, she does so using wit and alliances. Reminds me of why I like Paper Mario (at least the first two games) Peach so much, but instead of just using her damsel status to act as a spy like PM Peach does, she's also turning enemies to her side to eventually undamsel herself and take back her kingdom.

Also as a side note, bc of how good of a character she is for me, she subsequently ruined Gloria from BDii for me. I go from the best princess character I've seen to one that barely feels more than a cardboard cutout and the difference is real.

Favorite moment

I really like her turning point in her character arc after she learns of Roland's "death". She showed signs before, but it's really when she feels she starts using her wits, because as far as she knows at that point, no one will be coming to save her anymore, so she better start trying to do so as well, with this eventually culminating in turning Avlora to her side.

Another more minor one, but her mid battle conversation with Gustadolph during the golden route. Both the voice acting and the interaction itself, mwuah. Shows just how freaking much she had grown.

Idea for a story

I want to write, either as a fic or a comic, a post Golden interaction between her and Roland where they both come to terms of just how much they went through and how it affected them, and the relief that they hopefully wont have to go through it again.

Unpopular opinion

I've mentioned it before, but the fact I don't like Avlora/Cordelia as a ship.

As for another one, I personally prefer her over Geela as a healer. Yes her spells might be more expensive, but she heals tp faster, and her weapon skill feels more useful in the fact it can stack unlike Geela.

Favorite relationship

Look, just because I don't ship them, doesn't mean I still don't hecking love the dynamic between her and Avlora. Like I cannot words it right now but like *motions* them! The Duo! Do not separate!

Also the sibling relationship of her and Roland, but that is bc I am weak for sibling relationships in media.

Favorite headcanon

I made a post about this before, but the idea that Post-Golden Avlora starts teaching Cordelia swordfighting, specifically at Cordelia's request.

Avlora

First impression

I thought she was cool. I was pretty excided and hoping that she would eventually be playable bc who doesn't want the cool Knight Lady with a giant sword?

Impression now

Even cooler than originally thought! Even if she weren't playable she'd still be my favorite female character of all time. Like her dynamic with Cordelia, her characterization, how terrifying she is! It's all so good!

I remember learning she was the secret character for the golden route and being really excited and eager to get through the non golden endings so I could finally get her.

I remember telling my much younger siblings who were watching me on and off that there was a secret character for the Golden route, and they immediately guessed Avlora, and when I finally got to that part, got extremely excited they were correct.

Also, I love how Avlora is one of the few cases in video games where a boss joins you and still feels like a boss. I need to redo it at some point, but like a year ago I attempted a challenge where I try and beat every mock battle with only Avlora (with a few exceptions), and like, yeah I felt like the boss.

Favorite moment

I really like the Avlora battles, most notably the one in Wolffort and the one in the Gardens. Like that is how you make a boss terrifying.

As for story, the scene where she recognizes Cordelia's strength and pledges allegiance towards her, and how she sees that strength can be more than physical.

Idea for a story

I can't say I have one at the moment, at least not one I haven't written cough cough self promotion cough cough

Unpopular opinion

Other than not liking Cordelia x Avlora, I don't think I have one. I guess liking Avwell would maybe count haha.

Favorite relationship

I mentiond this in Cordelia's but the dynamic between her and Cordelia is so good I will mention it again.

Favorite headcanon

Same as the one listed in Cordelia's section. I want Avlora to teach Cordelia to stab.

#triangle strategy #triangle strategy spoilers #cordelia glenbrook #general avlora #I really like these two a lot and I need to draw them more.#Goal for this year #draw this knight and princess more #Kelbunn answers

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emxisms · 10 months

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

What I will write:

✧ Fluff

✧ Headcanons

✧ Oneshots

✧ Multi-Chapter Stories

✧ Angst

What I will not write:

✧ Smut

✧ Any triggering topics.

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝕲𝖑𝖊𝖊 ⬎

✧ Sam Evans

✧ Quinn Fabray

✧ Finn Hudson

𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 ⬎

✧ Bo Sinclair

✧ Lester Sinclair

✧ Vincent Sinclair

✧ Carly Jones

✧ Nick Jones

✧ Wade

✧ Paige Edwards

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 ⬎

✧ Rick Grimes

✧ Daryl Dixon

✧ Carl Grimes (Seasons 8+)

✧ Michonne

✧ Maggie Greene

✧ Glenn Rhee

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 ⬎

✧ Sam Winchester

✧ Dean Winchester

✧ Castiel

✧ Rowena Macleod

✧ Charlie Bradbury

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 ⬎

✧ Tex Sawyer

✧ Bubba Sawyer

✧ Vilmer Slaughter

✧ Richter

✧ Thomas Hewitt

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 ⬎

✧ Brahms Heelshire

✧ Greta Evans

✧ Malcolm

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ⬎

✧ Eddie Munson

✧ Jonathan Byers

✧ Argyle

✧ Jim Hopper

✧ Joyce Byers

✧ Steve Harrington

✧ Nancy Wheeler

✧ Robin Buckley

✧ Chrissy Cunningham

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⬎

✧ Jasper Hale

✧ Edward Cullen

✧ Carlisle Cullen

✧ Alice Cullen

✧ Bella Swan (Vampire & Human)

✧ Rosalie Hale

✧ Emmett Cullen

✧ Esme Cullen

✧ Charlie Swan

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ⬎

✧ Stu Macher

✧ Billy Loomis

✧ Sidney Prescott

✧ Tatum Barber

✧ Randy Meeks

✧ Gale Weathers

✧ Tara Carpenter

✧ Sam Carpenter

✧ Ethan Landry

✧ Kirby Reed

✧ Chad Meeks

✧ Danny Brackett / 'Cute Guy'

✧ Quinn Bailey

✧ Wayne Bailey

𝕴𝕿 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔 ⬎

✧ Richie Tozier

✧ Beverly Marsh

✧ Eddie Kaspbrak

✧ Bill Denbrough

✧ Stanley Uris

✧ Mike Hanlon

��𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑�� ⬎

✧ Gloria Prichett

✧ Haley Dunphy (Adult)

✧ Phil Dunphy

✧ Claire Dunphy

✧ Dylan Marshall

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ⬎

✧ Fiona Gallagher

✧ Lip Gallagher

✧ Ian Gallagher

✧ Mickey Milkovich

✧ Carl Gallagher (Adult)

✧ Veronica Fisher

✧ Kevin Ball

✧ Jimmy / Steve Lishman

✧ Svetlana Yevgeni

✧ Sean Pierce

✧ Sierra Morton

𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 ⬎

✧ Spencer Reid

✧ Aaron Hotchner

✧ Derek Morgan

✧ Jennifer Jareau

✧ Emily Prentiss

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☑️ : On

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gorgeys · 8 months

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Who I Write For

FEMALE CHARACTER X FEM!READER ONLY

TV/Movies

Euphoria

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Lexi Howard

Rue Bennett

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

Scream 5-6

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Jennifer’s Body

Jennifer Check

D.C. Universe

Harley Quinn

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Lena Luthor

Elite

Carla Roson

Nadia Shanaa

Rebeka Parrilla

Lucrecia Montesinos

Cayetana Grajera

La Casa de Papel/Money Heist

Tokyo

Nairobi

Wolf of Wall Street

Naomi Lapaglia

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

The Fall of the House of Usher

Camille L'espanye

Tamerlane Usher

Madeline Usher

Barbie

Basically all the Barbies

Gloria

Killing Eve

Villanelle

Eve Polastri

Glee

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Brittany S. Pierce

Mercedes Jones

Tina Cohen-Chang

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Olivia Hanan

Ruby Matthews

Aimee Gibbs

Rebelde

Emilia Alo

Andi Agosti

Jana Cohen

Dare Me

Addy Hanlon

Beth Cassidy

Collette French

Clueless

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

OBX

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Celebrities

Little Mix

Alexa Demie

Sydney Sweeney

Zendaya

Margot Robbie

Dua Lipa

SZA

Megan Thee Stallion

Beyonce

Megan Fox

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prpfs · 7 months

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Hey-hey, Peach again, still looking for some RP partners 👻 the usual stuff first. I am over 25, so will only write with others who are over 18, pref. over 21. I am based in the UK, I work full time and am currently just looking for Discord partners as that suits my work life. I write between 1 to 3 paragraphs in most responses. I like to get to know my partners and plot, so please only interact if you're willing to at least plot. Below are the pairings/ fandoms that I am looking for. I will bold and pop a * next to the muses that I will write. I may be open to doubling up but it all depends on the muses but feel free to ask. If I bold both muses in pairing, I am happy to write either.

TED LASSO - Rebecca Welton* x Ted Lasso, Keeley Jones* x Ted Lasso, Keeley Jones* x Roy Kent, Sassy* x Ted Lasso ( willing to double up in this fandom )

BETTER CALL SAUL - Kim Wexler* x Jimmy McGill, Kim Wexler* x Lalo Salamanca, Kim Wexler* x Howard Hamlin, my muses to be determined x Nacho Varga ( willing to double up in this fandom )

RIVERDALE - Betty Cooper* x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper* x Veronica Lodge*, Cheryl Blossom* x Betty Cooper*, Cheryl Blossom* x Veronica Lodge*, Cheryl Blossom* x Toni Topaz

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - Rhaenyra Targaryen* x Daemon Targaryen

MARVEL MCU - Wanda Maximoff* x Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff* x Vision, Captain Marvel* x Valkyrie*, Sylvie Laufeydottir* x Loki Laufeyson

BARBIE - Barbie* x Gloria*, Barbie* x Ken, Barbie* x Barbie (any kind)

SCREAM - Tara Carpenter* x Mindy Meeks-Martin, Tara Carpenter* x Chad Meeks-Martin

SAW - Amanda Young* x John Kramer, Amanda Young* x Jill Tuck*, Amanda Young* x Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young* x Gabriela* (saw x ), Jill Tuck* x John Kramer, Jill Tuck* x Mark Hoffman, Jill Tuck* x Lawrence Gordon

GLEE - Rachel Berry* x Santana Lopez*, Rachel Berry* x Quinn Fabray*, Quinn Fabray* x Santana Lopez*, Kitty Wilde* x Marley Rose*

Sorry this is such a long post ☠️ please interact with this post and I will come to you.

dm if you're interested