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fazedlight · 4 months

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Hero (Kara character study. Angsty but gets better.)

I can save this world.

Kara looked herself over in the mirror, her chest puffing in silent pride at the symbol that lay across it. I am the last daughter of the House of El, she thought to herself. I am the last daughter of Krypton, and no one will ever forget it.

Her mind drifted to watching her cousin’s feats from her living room. Collapsed bridges, raging floods, villains - human and alien alike - who sought to cause harm. How he stood in the way, the El family crest on his chest, cape snapping in the wind.

She couldn’t save her world, but she could save this one. She could make herself worthy of the House of El.

I can save this world.

She could still hear the screams from across the city, from the child she couldn’t get to on time. The fire had spread so rapidly that the mere minute it took for her to come up with an excuse and run away had cost a child his life. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but there were others in the building she could still save.

She thought of asking Kal how he handled it, the loss of a single precious life that might still have been here had she been just a little better, just a little faster. But maybe he didn’t really deal with that - maybe she was just the failure he wasn’t. She had failed to be there for him, after all.

Then the news of her father’s involvement in Medusa came to light, and Kara stopped knowing how to feel about the sigil on her chest.

I can’t save this world.

It was the last conscious thought she had, as Reign’s hand loosened. She remembered starting to fall, but she couldn’t remember landing.

She was trapped - trapped in her own mind, away from everyone. Unable to escape. But she wasn’t damaged. She was stuck because… she was afraid? Because she was a failure. Because Reign represented everything she couldn’t be. How could she try to save the world, when destruction was so much easier than creation?

I can’t save this world.

What is it the man had said? “They’re not like you. You’re a superhero.” As though her cape made her any less a refugee who came here for safety, a child sent across skies to protect and be protected.

How does one fight a villain that lives in everyone’s soul, a piece of darkness and fear that turns outward with suspicion and hatred towards those that are different? Even if she was a shining example of the best of her kind, she would simply be discounted. “You’re one of the good ones,” they would tell her. Because hate was easy when there was fear.

I can save her.

Kara’s chest fluttered in panic as Lena held Myriad in her hand. It had been too easy, how quickly their relationship had recovered from Kara’s own cruelty. She never wanted the other shoe to drop. She hid, she always hid, hiding would always be easier than acknowledging the possibility of loss.

She thought she had lost enough in her life, but as the kryptonite encased her in the last remnant of her home, she could only feel a new type of regret.

I can’t save her.

Kara’s fists clenched as she stared down Lena on the balcony. You act like a villain, I’ll treat you like one, she thought to herself, hating herself every moment. She knew the torn woman in front of her was an adversary she had created. But she had tried, Rao, she had tried to do the right thing.

She didn’t know how she could live with the string of failure that had followed her ever since she had picked up the cape. But at the same time, she knew there came a point where - whatever she had created - she still needed to do what was right.

Even if it meant giving up any hope of being with the woman she loved.

I can’t even save myself.

She could still feel the softness of Lena’s hand in her own when they reconciled. There was still so much they needed to talk about in the aftermath, something else she needed to confess. The bridge was there for them to cross, once it was all over.

But then the only option became to risk her own life. Her soul tore at Lena’s longing gaze when she left the Fortress, and Kara wondered if they would ever get the chance.

It was a twisted comfort, knowing that Lena cared, even in the midst of their fallout, even as Kara faced her eternity in the Phantom Zone.

They saved me.

Kara broke down sobbing when Alex shoved her under the sunlamp, feeling the painful tingling of her cells remembering how to process sunlight. Everything screamed at her - the thundering sound of the light breeze outside, and choking scent of motor oil from the passing cars, and the hammering of all her friends’ heartbeats from the Tower’s mainroom.

Her body screamed like she was 13 again, panic and joy overwhelming her, because the pain wasn’t tied to the loss like it was all those years ago. It was a second chance, with everyone she loved.

We can save the world.

There was this exhilaration to being back, to seeing the blue oceans and red sunrises and green grass. Maybe it’s easy to get carried away, when you can forget what made everything so hard.

Her father was going to save this world from its own destruction. She was going to absorb the sun. It was easy to seek easy solutions for everything, only for it to solve nothing at all.

We can save the world, sometimes.

It felt so odd to smile and cry, as Lena pulled her into her arms. Kara’s mind jumped from seeing her sister so happy with Kelly as they danced, to the words that were missing. The words Kara needed to say to her best friend.

She knew in the night - once they were out of their wedding clothes and in their pajamas, curled up on Lena’s couch - the words would finally tumble out.

But as Lena stood in front of her, reminding her that the world wasn’t on her shoulders alone, Kara took the moment to pause. She thought of her old cape, torn up and folded neatly in her closet at home. The day she put it on, she never thought she’d need more than feats of strength to save the world.

But how could strength defeat masses manipulated into bigotry? How could strength defeat magic? How could strength defeat the best friend she had betrayed? She wasn’t here through strength alone, but through connection, and truth. As Lena reminded her, the only salve against the darkness was in standing together.

We can save each other.

A small smile crossed Kara’s face, as she watched Lena snooze next to her in the morning light, hearing her voice from the day before. “You can’t always be our savior, Kara. You shine your light and inspire others to shine theirs.” She could never save everyone. No one could. But that’s not what hope was about, as much as cynicism said otherwise.

As Kara reached up to brush hair away from Lena’s face, she remembered the lyrical sound of her family motto falling from Lena’s lips. With each person who stood next to another, the spark grew. Perhaps they could someday create enough light.

Kara lowered her head, placing her forehead against Lena’s as she slept. As Kara listened to Lena's peaceful heartbeats and calm breaths, she found herself praying to Rao. Thank you for this spark.

#I think Kara is actually really hard on herself but doesn't let it show #apologies for inflicting this on all of you sometimes my brain just does this #supercorp #mel writes ficlets

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p-r-art · 2 months

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The Half Hashira Kap. 4

Muzan sped forwards and stopped right in front of me. I looked up at him, as I am clearly smaller than him. His red eyes. All I see in them right now is malice and destruction.

"It's enough for me that you're not under my control (Y/N). Disrespecting me is crossing your boundaries."

His right hand moved to my neck and slowly began to squeeze. But he knows he's not scaring me off. Rather the opposite.

"Muzan~" I spoke to him in an almost flirtatious tone.

He briefly lost his composure towards me.

This allowed me to free myself from his grip. I rushed behind him. I placed my right hand over his right shoulder from behind and my left hand ran over his left hip up to his chest. As I use my abilities I can look over his left shoulder by hovering. I grinned and brought my lips close to his ear.

"Muzan~ I know, let me make it up to you later when we're alone. And I'm sorry for my disrespect, but Tanjiro and his friends are fun and pique my interest in more ways than one~" I almost purr at him as my cheeks turn red and lewd thoughts flood my mind.

Muzan tenses up under me and, as always, doesn't know how to react when others are around. When we are alone, he knows exactly how to act.

"(Y/N) what do you mean by interesting?" Douma interrupted the moment.

I turned to him and carefully approached him in his robe. With my fingers, I grabbed his chin so he can look directly at me. Douma's cheeks turn red from my closeness.

"Douma~ what do you think we do when we're alone? Interesting in a way and because I want to see what else happens in the fights. If it gets too dicey, I'll save them and intervene." At the end of the sentence, I shrug and look at the Obermonde, who are still kneeling.

-I could never let one of the pillars die. They mean too much to me- It came into my head.

"You're testing my patience." Muzan finally spoke, but his voice didn't sound as harsh as before.

I giggled.

"My sweet upper moons I think it would be better if you left." I spoke calmly. Probably a little too calmly.

The atmosphere in the air became unbearable.

Long nails came out of my hands. The demons were confused and didn't seem to understand what was going on.

"I'm testing your patience demon king? Which one of us can go through the day and night? I think I am the perfection of us." I got louder and louder towards the end of the sentence.

Before any of the demons could react, I had ripped an arm off the black-haired man in the white hat with my speed.

"HOW DARE YOU HURT THE MASTER!!!" Akaza screams and tries to run towards me, but the injured demon king steps in and stops him. His arm had regenerated immediately, of course.

I could also feel his presence right behind me. His hot breath could be felt on my bare skin on my shoulder. It made me shiver. Muzan knows exactly how to get me.

"I know you're perfect. You are what I strive for. But there's something else I want..."

He paused and turned me round so that I had to look him straight in the eye.

"You. I want you (Y/N)."

I've known that for many, many years, but he also knows he'll never have me.

I smile, almost sadly.

"You know you'll never have me. And I think it's better if I leave now."

I looked at the woman sitting at the biwa. She played and let me disappear.

POV On Muzan and the upper moons:

"(Y/N)!!!" Douma shouted.

But the woman was already gone.

"Master how so you don't punish her for what she did to you?" Akaza said, still angry.

"Shut up number 3 you don't know what you're meddling in." Upper Moon number 1 interfered and silenced the other demon.

Silence reigned between them all. It was almost unbearable.

"Kokushibo will keep an eye on her when she's travelling with those ridiculous demon slayers." The man addressed nodded and disappeared immediately.

Everyone else disappeared as well and went about their missions.

"(Y/N)...Even if I have to wait centuries for you, you'll be mine eventually. Even if I have to kill your husband to do it." Muzan muttered, a maniacal smile appearing on his face.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny akaza #kny x reader #rengoku x reader #x reader #anime #demon slayer smut #rengoku kyojuro #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi tsugikuni #demon slayer akaza #demon slayer douma

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bluerose5 · 16 days

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I am a creature of devotion.

This, I know to be true.

Once upon a time, my god, my FATHER, possessed said devotion in full. I was his Chosen. I was his most loyal spawn, son, and follower. I was ready to burn the world to the ground, along with everyone in it!

I was ready to forsake everything, EVERYTHING FOR HIM!!!

I was ready to take on my duty to become the last soul alive, right before I ended my life in HIS NAME.

A red dawn would have shone over an ocean of blood.

It would have been glorious, but then...

Then Father abandoned me. Precious Orin had a hand in my ruin, the full extent of which I am still uncertain, but Father made a mistake when he turned a blind eye to my suffering. Tossed me aside like I was nothing!

He made a grave mistake.

I gave him everything, but he gave me nothing in return. Rather than help his spawn in its time of need, he repaid my faithful years of service to him with not so much as a passing glance.

He proved unworthy of my devotion, and so I gave it to someone who was worthy instead.

Astarion.

The Vampire Ascendant.

My master.

My lord.

My love.

If I could not have the god that I was worthy of, then I had to forge one myself. My fellow companions apparently thought that I was "better than that", but they only saw what I wanted them to see.

This was the true me.

Oh, the screams of all those spawn dying at his command! How I wanted to bathe in their blood.

Astarion seems willing enough to nurture my... more murderous tendencies, and in turn, I am more than willing to serve him as he sees fit.

I need not die in his vision for the future.

He will extinguish the sun. He will pour shadows over these lands. They will only know darkness.

And I will be right there at Astarion's side, free of my Father's influence, with only him to command me.

I am a creature of devotion.

This, I know to be true.

I am a creature of devotion, and I am devoted only to the man that I love.

May his reign live on for our eternity together.

—This page bears the marks of smeared blood and multiple scratches. The ink is bold upon the page, written with great force applied. The script gets sloppy towards the end, as if written in a frenzy. Perhaps in excitement even.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 durge #bg3 erys #durgestarion #letters from a bhaalspawn #an au to Erys's canon though #ascended astarion #bluerose writes

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flamekingmaven · 6 months

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The Great War: A Maven Calore Fanfic

Part 1

"I pledge myself to you, Iris Cygnet, princess of the Lakelands. Will you accept?” Maven does not even throw a glance at me, he looks at Iris while saying these words. But everyone looks at me. They don't look at the King and the woman he just proposed to, they look at me. They wait for a sign. They wait for me to object, or at least leave this damned place. They hope for a show, a drama. But I don't give it to them. Even though their gazes make me feel like there are words written on my face- humiliating letters of black ink that will permanently stay on my skin. I just sit there, and watch the love of my life getting engaged with another woman. There is no expression on my face. No fury, no misery. I keep my wounds hidden. "I put my hand in yours, and pledge my life to yours," Iris replies, after her own traditions and the customs of her kingdom. "I accept, Your Majesty." He puts his bare hand out to take hers, the bracelet at his wrist sparking as he moves. A current of fire hits the air, snakelike and curling around their joined fingers. It does not burn her, though it certainly passes close enough to try. Iris never flinches. Never blinks. That’s why she is the one whom he is marrying, I think. Not you.

I feel like I might throw up any moment now. I turn my gaze away from them. I just look at my hands on my lap. I can’t hear anything anymore. I am fully focused on my pain now. It is a foolish move, I know. Just a moment ago, I was determined that I was not going to give them even a hint. But my feelings have always been my weakness. I suck at controlling them. Or hiding them under a flawless mask, like Maven does.

When people start to stand up, I understand that it is time to go. I get on my wobbly feet. And just when I am about to turn my back, icy blue eyes meet mine. I suddenly stop. I can taste blood in my mouth. Every memory we share is a piece of glass, but every single one of them is broken and they draw blood. I press my lips together in fear of silver streaming down my chin. The question pounds in my head: Why did you do this? But I must admit that I know the answer. He needed to. And I will be fair, every king that is in Maven’s place would do the same. But he had a choice.

Even though he looks at me as if I am the only real thing in his world in front of everyone, I feel so heavy-hearted that I can’t keep looking at him. I swiftly turn my back and start to walk. I feel so cold and the freezing weather is not the only reason. That’s why the fur collar of my coat and my leather gloves don’t keep me warm. I feel like I don’t breathe anymore. Everything inside me is dead.

“My lady.”

I stop and turn my back just to face one of the Sentinels. I scowl at him even though he did not do anything to deserve it, because I got no energy to deal with anybody. I just want to let my pain drown me. I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t have it in myself.

“His Majesty is waiting for you in his car.”

The heart of glass on my chest feels heavy. It has dealt with grief so many times until this day and it was successful at handling it, but this time hits different. Because it is Maven. King of Norta who is waiting for me just after his new engagement. It sounds like a joke, but I know that it is not. I want to scream at the Sentinel’s face that he should tell his King to go fuck himself. But I can’t. Even a Sentinel shouldn’t witness someone’s disobedience to the King. It is already a fragile reign.

“Lead the way.” I say, with no will in my voice.

The Sentinel does as I say. I take reluctant steps as I silently follow him. I don’t want to see Maven. Moreover, I don’t want to be alone with him in his car. I can’t talk to him because I know that I will burst into tears if I try. I don’t want him to marry somebody else. I selfishly want him all to myself even though it is not possible anymore.

I can’t see Maven because the windows of his car are so dark that nobody could see anything from outside. But when the Sentinel opens the door for me, I see him sit on the large backseat of the car. When our gazes meet, I feel sick to my stomach once again. My gloved hands clunch into fists. I’m so angry at him that I can’t breathe. I’m furious because I wish I could hate him for making me suffer, but no matter what he does I will never be able to do that.

I want to punch something, and scream until my throat hurts. I need to destroy it, and watch it turning into ashes. I always likened my heart to a fire, but right now I feel like I’m the fire itself. I am made of destruction, but my pain always keeps burning me.

#maven calore #red queen #evangeline samos #kings cage #cal calore #mare barrow #elane haven #victoria aveyard #mavencalore

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beastofwant · 8 months

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I personally do not resonate with the term "survivor" when it comes to sexual and domestic abuse.

I like "victim", not because I want to reign eternal as the Ultimate Victim but because it feels more real and honest. I was victimized. I nearly lost my life over it. I was the victim of domestic violence, sexual assault, emotional abuse, psychological manipulation. I don't want to dress up my experience with this lackadaisical fucking platitude of "I was never I a victim I SURVIVED" because.... I didn't. I am not the same. The person I was did not survive all that. Sorry.

"Survivor" to me paints this picture of the platonic ideal of what an abused person is "supposed" to be. They're a survivor because they're so strong! so brave! they left their abuser and then got therapy and now they've got a husband and 2.5 kids and a dog and a white picket fence and a multi-digit salary! they're kind and forgiving and choke out the most heart-breaking story where everything is cut-and-dry! the survivor does not retaliate, the survivor does not fight back, the survivor does not even scream. because they are so inherently good and virtuous.

I resent that.

I'm not a "good survivor," I'm angry and I have breakdowns that make me hit myself and scream and I think about how good it would feel if I could to beat the shit out of everyone that's ever hurt me. I want their fucking heads on platters, I want their blood covering everything. I think about going on a glorious quest of revenge and burning myself alive. I hate, and I hate, and I hate. I do not forgive. Why the fuck would I? I bite back, and when I do, I am the mad bad dog that ought to be put down, ignoring how the dog's masters beat it and that's why it's bitten you.

#mad scrawl #abuse

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mikeyforreal · 2 years

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time travel is real - peter maximoff

peter maximoff x f!reader

warnings: depictions of violence,

a/n: tysm for the request ! also, while i was writing the ending bit i was thinking of the song dress my wounds by mook

look, i really loved being the infamous dr. strange’s apprentice. him and wong were like the family i never had, and they’ve been there for me for the better years of my life.

but even this would be too much for anyone to handle

i had been trying to get the infinity gauntlet with almost everyone who was fighting thanos while also trying to keep myself alive. “kid, i’m gonna need you to summon a tao mandala to keep yourself safe while i try and take out a few of those soldiers,” strange said to me while generating spells at the speed of light to keep us safe.

i nodded to him, and tony raced over to me as i tried summon a field. “y/n you need to get closer to thanos and try to take him out, i know it’s going to be difficult but i believe you can do it. just remember stephen and wong’s lessons and you can do just about anything. good luck kid.” his words had encouraged me enough and i quickly summoned a portal to where thanos was.

he was fighting off men and women from wankanda left and right, but i created some spells to keep his limbs restricted. he quickly shot me a deadly look. “who the hell are you?” he asked, while trying to get out of the invisible bonds. “just the person who’s gonna kill you and save the universe, y’know? by the crimson bands of cyttorak!”

saying the phrase had made thanos scream in pain and i continued generating spells to use agains him. “REIGN FIRE” he yelled to the squidward looking dude. “but sire, our troops-“ the guy tried to argue. “JUST DO IT!” the blast knocked me off my feet and it broke the spell, leaving thanos free.

he reached for the space stone on his golden gauntlet smiling as he said, “i’m gonna send you to somewhere you can’t cause me any trouble.”

the last thing i heard before i passed out was stephen yelling my name.

when i woke up, i found myself in a room i didn’t recognize. there were boxes and boxes of sweets like twinkies and snowballs on an unlimited number of shelves. there were pink floyd, jim croce, and supertramp posters covering the walls of chipped paint. there were a few video games that looked like they were straight out of the 80’s.

i tried to get up, but my whole body felt limp. i checked my arms and they were covered in scrapes and cuts.

“good morning sleepyhead.” i jumped when i heard a voice coming from behind me. quickly turning, i saw a silver headed boy, assumingely around my age with a pink floyd shirt. “who are you? where am i? how did i get here? what year is it? where am i-“

“woah woah woah,” the boy quickly interrupted me. “1. i’m peter, 2. you’re in my room, 3. i found you on the road passed out, 4. it’s 1983, duh, 5. see number 2.” i looked at him incredibly confused and he just laughed.

“okay so i was running from the poli- my friends- and i found you passed out with some battle looking outfit on, which you’re still wearing. i decided to bring you here and ‘nurse you back to health’.” he finished his story with a smile and i rembered what had happened before i blacked out, groaning in pain as i held my head.

“oh yeah i brought you this.” he handed me a ibuprofen and a glass of water. i murmured a small thanks and swallowed the both items. “uh i can bring you some of my mom’s clothes to change into if you want. she’s super small so it’ll probably fit you. but only if you wanna change of course.” i nodded to him and he was gone and back in a flash, but he returned with a pile of clothes in his arms.

“uh the bathroom’s up the stairs to the left, second door down. you can just call me when you’re done since my sister and my mom are gone.” nodding, i made my way up the stairs with a slight limp.

following his directions, i had found the bathroom and began to peel my grimey clothes off my body. “uh peter do you mind if i shower?” i yelled from inside the bathroom, hoping he would hear me. “yeah go for it!” i turned on the water and began to lather my hair and body in soap. once i finished i rinsed myself and dried off with a towel i found in the cupboard.

after changing into my new clothes, i unlocked the door and went down to peter’s room. “hey i’m done-“ he ran up past me and came back with a box of medical supplies. “you want me to patch you up?” i nodded. “sure that would be nice.”

he guided me down the stairs and we sat down on his couch. he held up a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it and pressed it to my cheek. hissing in pain, i swatted his hand away from my vicinity and he had a look that read ‘sorry’ on his face. “sorry! i’ll give you a warning next time.” i nodded as he continued cleaning my wounds.

once he had disinfected them, he brought out some character bandaids such as batman and hello kitty. he peeled off the wrappers and gently applied them to my cuts. “tell me if it hurts alright?” i simply nodded as he finished placing the final bandaids on my hands.

“thanks, really. without you i’d probably still be on the road,” i chuckled as peter smiled. “you’re welcome! how did you get here anyway? i haven’t seen you at school or anything?”

my eyes went wide as i tried to think of an excuse to tell him and not reveal my past, but then i remembered that he used his powers of speed openly. “long story short, it’s the future and i was fighting a bad guy in another universe and i almost killed him so he sent me here. the end,” i finished with a smile. peter looked confused and i started laughing “wait time travel’s real???” i gave him an amused look. “i basically told you that i was fighting a bad guy and he sent me to a whole other universe and you’re amazed that tame travel is real?” he nodded and lightly chuckled

“so uh do you wanna stay here with me? i can hide you here if you want or OH i know this super awesome school for people with powers that you can go to with me. i’ll take you tomorrow and you can meet the professor and all that if you want.”

“okay that sounds awesome and i’ll totally go with you tomorrow. thank you peter,” i said smiling brightly. he nodded and gave me a twinkie.

yep. this is gonna be nice. i wonder if strange if gonna come looking for me…

a/n: i honestly had a lot of fun writing this 😭 thanks again for the request !

tags: @oyasumimosura

#x-men #peter maximoff x reader #time travel #marvel #mcu #doctor strange #thanos #avengers #quicksilver

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gucciwins · 2 years

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Actors on Actors

Y/N Belmonte and Pedro Pascal rave about each other's past projects and speak of what to see next for them.

Word count: 2670

A/N: Hi friends! It certainly has be awhile. This is an extra part to my story Love on Tour. This new piece is an insight to her acting and what her future looks like as she speaks with a friend. I chose Pedro Pascal because why not! and because he's great. Also because he's part of the Latinx community :) So please enjoy, I had fun with these. Remember if you want to see something about Bel and Harry just shoot me an ask <3

The Chilean and Mexican duo are one you have not had the pleasure of seeing on your screens, but that changed today (electronic devices for now). When Pascal and Belmonte were placed in the room together, they hugged like family and began chatting like old friends. That's because they were. They met at a party–that's all we got as neither of them could stop laughing long enough to tell the complete story.

Pedro Pascal and Y/N Belmonte got photoshoot ready. Pascal rocked a pastel pink suit that was tailored to him perfectly. While Belmonte wore a loose-fitting velvet green suit that complimented Pascal well. Each photo together ended with a laugh as they worked to make the other laugh. It was clear by how easily our photographer captured their photos how much they enjoyed being in front of the camera. Belmonte stayed behind the scenes cheering on Pascal as he was directed to each new pose. Pascal did the same but went up a notch, going full dad mode, screaming how proud he was and "to work it." It's safe to say these photos will become everyone's favorites.

Pascal was quick to rave about Y/N Belmonte's acting and how she has a foot in every door for just about everything. Not Marvel, Belmonte was prompt to input. That reigns true, she doesn't say if she's auditioned or if she's been offered a role, but we're all waiting for the day another Latina graces the screen. Salma Hayek and Xochitl Gomez have got it covered, but hey, I'm sure Kevin Feige has a way to get my number if needed. Pascal laughs, stating he'd personally make a new role for her in his series, The Mandalorian. Belmonte assured him she could get her own roles, but she appreciated the offer.

It was apparent they were big fans of one another. They went back and forth complimenting their latest work but also their earliest. It's easy to say you're a fan, but they clearly have a strong love for each other.

Belmonte: The Mandalorian was a captivating series because your acting relied heavily on your voice and the emotion you had to convey. We went from a stoic Mando to seeing him care for Grogu as a father would. Going to the ends of different galaxies to protect and save his child. I was in awe because you did stunts and wore big armor, but the impact of you as an actor could be seen in your character. And with a third season coming, I feel honored to see you act.

Pascal: Stop it. I'm serious. I'm twenty years your elder, and yet I feel that I am learning from you. The grace you hold—I swear you've probably had it all your life. The way you speak of me, I feel that I talk of you whenever I hear your name brought up, and if I'm not in the conversation, then I'll insert myself because I love talking about you with others.

Pascal: She sings, dances, acts, and directs! What can't she do?

Belmonte: Knit, it seems. Somehow everything I make ends up too big or too small.

Pascal: Or has a weird hole somewhere. My sweater is a mix of this royal blue and light pink.

Belmonte: In my defense, I ran out of yarn. You love it, though!

Pascal: I do. I do. It's made with love. You picked up knitting for your anxiety, right?.

Belmonte: As much as I love acting, sometimes scenes require so much from me that I need a way to calm down, and focusing on my hands and a pattern is a way I found that helps.

Pascal: It's important to look after ourselves. It might seem odd, but I agree. I can't knit, but it works for you. Just sitting in silence can go a long way.

Belmonte: Self-care is underappreciated. Oscar taught me this fantastic breathing technique, which works wonders.

Pascal: Speaking of, we share a common friend.

Belmonte: Oscar Isaac.

Pascal: He's just marvelous and unforgettable.

Belmonte: So funny. Always has me in tears, that man. I miss him.

Pascal: Moon Knight, that was brilliant.

Belmonte: I was in awe. I knew he was great, but he just shined. I love his duality as an actor, taking on a role and making it his own. Marvel for going in a different direction of storytelling. Very beautiful.

Pascal: I visited him on set.

Belmonte: Me Too!

Pascal: Not that Marvel knows.

Belmonte: I was never there.

Pascal: We should have dinner or lunch or anything together.

Belmonte: I'm living in London now when I'm not busy filming, so if you or Oscar offer a guest room, I'm there.

Pascal: You're family. The door is always open.

Belmonte: Pedro, I will cry. Stop.

Pescal: You are, pequeña.

Belmonte: I remember you invited me to a family barbeque, and I showed up with my chicken salad even though you specifically said not to bring anything. I was like, I can not show up empty-handed, and I know everyone raves over this dish I make.

Pascal: My family raved about the dish for ages. They still do. Think a cousin of mine proposed that night.

Belmonte: He did. He cried when his mother said no because he was only ten. I felt at home when I walked into your family, and I'll always be grateful because your family treated me as one of them.

Pascal: That is because you are part of the family. Remember when you introduced me to your boyfriend, I think he was scared.

Belmonte: H was nervous. I hyped you up so much, only for you to tease him for not bringing you some of his nail polish or sweaters.

Pascal: It's nice. I will never say no to gifts.

Belmonte: He was so red. I hadn't seen him blush that much since when we first started dating.

Pascal: I did receive a package, though, with lots of his items. I was pleased.

Belmonte: H asked me for your address, and I told him he didn't have to, that you were only joking, but he assured me he wanted to. A gift, he said, for being so kind to him and always looking out for me.

Pascal: I'm glad he didn't listen to you.

Belmonte: He usually does.

Pascal: Do people know who you're dating? Or is this just ominous?

Belmonte: People know, I'm assuming, and if they don't, I'm sure they'll just google it.

Pascal: Good old google.

Belmonte: Should we go back to speaking about your movies and shows? I've got lots to say.

Pascal: As do I.

I feel your work speaks for itself. You're booked and busy, and I'm in awe of you.

Belmonte: Pedro—

Pascal: No en serio. The rolls you take range differently, and you make them each your own. For example, you worked with a dialect coach in Queen Gambit's because of your accent and learned Russian. That's not easily done. You learn from those around you and treat everyone with the utmost respect. A testament that you're someone who surrounds herself with good people.

Belmonte: I'm not crying, but if I were, that would be totally okay. I appreciate that; I really do. I admire you. I love seeing you on the big screen. That Hispanic culture is being represented. You're also very loved by the fans and the ladies.

Your IMDb speaks for itself. You take rolls that don't fit any mold, which is fantastic. In Wonder Women 1984, you got to play a villain, but he was also a father. The duality you showed for the two greatest needs he was searching for were apparent, and that film ending speaks for itself.

Pascal: Each character comes to life as soon as that camera rolls, and I just want to honor our writers and team.

Belmonte: When I work on new projects, I always enjoy speaking with the screenwriter because I want to see their character's vision and what more I can do to make that a possibility.

Pascal: I'll speak on this briefly because I can go on forever if you let me, and I know you won't, but your show, The Dance of Life, was one of the best. Taking that chance on a script that was based entirely on grief and allowing you the opportunity to put everything you have in there only made you better as an actor. I remember recommending the show for Oscar to watch, and he called me in the middle of the night, cursing my name for showing him the show. It's how Y/N met Oscar, actually.

Belmonte: That show was healing in the strangest of ways. I'm no stranger to grief, and it wasn't until I experienced it did I realize that it's not linear or has specific rules one has to follow. I was allowed to bring that into the set and spoke with the writers and teams about what worked and didn't. To have them listen and appreciate what I was saying reminded me of the importance of this story. One of my proudest works to this day still.

Pascal: As did the world because that earned you your very first Emmy at twenty-three, making you the youngest to receive the award.

Belmonte: You say that like a proud dad.

Pascal: I am. Not your dad, but proud. I took you under my wing, and I'm here to support you in whatever way, knowing your life story. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but I'm very proud.

Belmonte: That means–that means the world. For so long, I thought this industry would swallow me whole and felt that I'd have no support, but the support I have found is endless, and I'm grateful. This role opened many doors for me, and I will forever be thankful.

Pascal: Are there any roles you miss?

Belmonte: I don't miss the characters, but the crew. I feel like I make friends everywhere I go. For example, Alex is a costume designer I met on the set of my second film, and now I'm the godmother to his child. Frances was the head of engineering, and we meet up for coffee every time I'm in Atlanta. Helene is a beautiful friend who always helps at her daughter's bakery when she's not on set as a personal assistant. Taking the time and getting to know the crew makes for a great and safe work environment.

Pascal: Remembering names and something about them is a joy because you see them for months on end, so of course, you want to remember them. It's essential that we're all on the same team.

Belmonte: My mum always told me that kindness is given freely, but respect is earned.

Pascal: Wise words. Mothers do seem to know best.

Belmonte: Very true. H's mother is someone I go to for a chat sometimes when I need that extra support or unbiased view because I know she'll tell it to me straight. I'm thankful for that.

Pascal: I'm glad you have that. If she ever gets sick of you, give my mother a call.

Belmonte: Doubt it, but good to keep in mind if she's ever too busy for me.

Pascal: As if. I drop everything I'm doing when you call.

Belmonte: Even when you're reading a script.

Pascal: Even then, it means you're saving me from work. How do you practice remembering the script? I feel like my methods have changed over the years.

Belmonte: I'll read the entire script when it's given to me, and then I'll go back adding notes for myself or others sometimes. When I first started, I'd memorized the entire script, and being so young, I felt like I had so much to prove. Knowing the script helped, of course, but knowing line for line doesn't allow for that element of not knowing what's coming to get yourself in your character's mindset. Now I just practice with others, and it seems to work well. My boyfriend practices with me.

Pascal: Does it go well?

Belmonte: Nope. He is the sweetest. He's also an actor, got two films under his belt and two to be released this year, but I feel he's genuine in his acting, which isn't bad. Not at all, just that he acts with his heart on his sleeve. He allows himself to wear his character's emotion authentically because he hasn't differentiated the difference just yet. He is not good at lying, which is why his work is so excellent because he's giving himself away.

Pascal: He's genuine. That's amazing; I will take notes when I see his films.

Belmonte: He's a beautiful actor, but it's clear we have different styles.

Pascal: Don't worry, this is just his side job. This field is yours, always has been.

Belmonte: Pedro! It's not even that. I hope he continues auditioning because he has so much potential, and I want everyone to see it as well.

Pascal: He'd be perfect for a RomCom.

Belmonte: He'd love that.

Pascal: You'd love it.

Belmonte: A true joy that would be.

Pascal: Cast him and you as the leading love interests. I'll be your father.

Belmonte: And Oscar?

Pascal: Your other father or a weirdly involved uncle. I don't know, we'll write him in somehow.

Belmonte: Someone, please begin with the script.

Pascal: Contact our managers, please! Once it's ready, we're on board.

Belmonte: You're wrapping up filming The Last of Us soon.

Pascal: I am. It's been a great experience. The cast and crew I've had the privilege of working with had become family. It's important because you spent so much time with them and now we're all saying goodbye. I hope to see them soon or even work with them again.

Belmonte: Do you have something lined up next, or take a break and see what happens?

Pascal: Roles aren't falling in my lap, Y/N.

Belmonte: What!? No–

Pascal: Era una broma. Relajate.

(It was a joke. Just relax.)

Belmonte: Pedro, I will call your mother after this.

Pascal: No, I do like taking breaks. Sometimes I have something lined up, but this was over a year-long production. It's a series I am really proud of, and I feel like I deserve a break. You seem to go year-round. What were you working on early this year?

Belmonte: Foe in Australia with Paul Mescal, with whom I've had the pleasure of working. Finishing up the last few days of The White Lotus.

Pascal: See what I mean, booked and busy. But you like it, I presume?

Belmonte: I love it. I love the go go go moments, but I have come to realize that I do need breaks in there. My boyfriend was a big help in developing that. I love having a reason to slow down because work is not everything at the end of the day.

Pascal: He's got a fabulous job.

Belmonte: It's something unique. We'll get you out to a show, promise.

Pascal: The most important news dropped, I feel, was you being announced as Princess Irulan in the sequel of Dune.

Belmonte: It was…it was very competitive. I thought I wouldn't get it. I was sure the call would not come, and to my shock, not to Viola, my manager; she was smug, stating she knew I was perfect for the role. We're set to begin filming at the end of summer. So I'm glad to look forward to that.

Pascal: The waiting is scary, I understand, but congratulations. The cast is already so excellent, so adding you on feels perfect.

Belmonte: Everyone is kind, sent welcoming messages, and called me. I already feel very welcomed and am excited for what is to come.

Pascal: What will you do now?

Belmonte: Now? Get some lunch. My boyfriend is picking me up, you're welcome to join. We can practice his Spanish some more.

Pascal: Well, I can't say no to that.

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siremasterlawrence · 10 months

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29 days to my 37th Bday Series

Birthday Harem Series: Transforming Henry

Commencing A Harem

It’s been a complicating process for me in all of my years finding my place in out of the total craziness spinning in my head.

I cannot believe my illness, bad luck and all of the negative depressive feedback coming in so I felt that I deserve to take what I want.

Instead I get this I laugh a bit letting a gold key slide from my sleeve of my jacket in to my hand.

The light shines on glowing brightly I think to myself flipping in in to the air landing back on my palm.

I see a strange inscription something in real ancient Egyptian a glint goes in to my eyes in fiery passion.

Walking up to the wall I slip the key into a hole appearing magically in the door it slid open.

I push the key in turning the key deep inside of room the light washes over us it shines on to me.

“The one who reads this translation is the one true man if power and virtue to take up the mantle of Pharoh.”

The room vanishes in flash of black covering every crevice of the room I am standing in a state of pitch black.

The light return’s singling on me I can see a second one reigning in no one in particular a very empty space.

My mind felt quite odd like it was something Is about to spark an idea shaking me to the core.

My eyes blow up in an aura of heavy blue with many images of random guys I have met over the years are showcase to me.

There is this one guy so massively built the size of a tank stuck in some tight clothes made to show off.

His cockiness knows no bounds desiring to be what everyone wants to hate, manipulate and use others.

Complete abusive asshole who lives to truly make others suffer mentally, emotionally and physically.

“Stop!”

“Henry! Is that his name? He is so fucking hot.”

“Would you like him?”

“Yes”

“He is mine”

“Take ownership of him”

“Beginning interface “

“Choose the avatar”

“Creative his ideal version “

“Build a man in process”

“100 percent”

“He will be ready in ten minutes “

“Pharoh Lawrence “

“My name is Henry Cavill”

“How may be of service to you ?”

“Kneel and shut up “

“Yes Pharoh”

“I said shut the fuck up “

“Mmmmmm”

“Spread your legs”

“Undo your belt and drop it “

“Hands behind your back “

“Good boi! Don’t move I am copping a feel”

“Good firm property”

“Mmmmmm”

“You love that I can see”

“Yes Pharoh”

“Zip it bitch “

“Yes Pharoh”

It’s about time I think to myself remember all that horrible things people have said and done to me.

I stand behind him smack him hard across the face then grab his chin upward in to the sky.

Pressing it hard on my con I sends his body go limp with great expectations as it grows super thick.

Using my arms I slid down to his hips pulling his shirt over his head I take a whiff of his scent.

It’s so strong permeating my nose it dives super deep regaining control I shove his neck to face my shirt.

Before he can think his nose in drop deep in to my arm pits forcing my scent in to tone nostrils.

“How do you like my scent?”

“Oh Pharoh! You smell so damn wonderful “

“Kiss it, lick it, suck it and taste it”

“Mmmmm….fuck”

“FUCK PHAROH!”

“Taste the rainbow bitch”

The end

Harem Series: Chris Hotel Perchance

nry and I board the elevator of the hotel resort with the most stars and notoriety to boot.

The door swings to the main floor as we exit on to the carpet the door is at the end of the lengthy hall.

Poor Henry putting his body on display full

frontal and backward easily his shirts lifts up under the weight of the bags.

His pants pulls down a bit the crease no longer covering his ass in all its splendorous glory.

We stop at the door my hand reaching to my pocket and swipe the door to allow us in to the room.

I am in amazement at the magnificent man who so currently standing by the window in a rage.

He is a screaming at a whatever poor man, or woman who is in the other end of the cell phone.

His booms loudly ricocheting from one end of the wall to the other hitting me head on as I watch in lust.

He stops hanging up the phone he throws it across the room in fiery passion he turns it face the window.

He can’t believe the reality of it all his hands are bouncing on the glass angrily I could see the pain his eyes,

I want to assume control him it’s sending a chill down spine and pricking my cock up its is so hot.

I am more turned in then ever my loins are being pulled in a thousand different types of directions s

“Excuse me! Who are you ?”

“Hello! I am Lawrence”

“This is”

“Henry his slave “

“What the shit”

“Get out of here”

“Sorry can’t do that “

“This is my room”

“Impossible “

“They over booked”

“I am about to call and yell at their asses “

“Or what?”

“Listen you …”

“I suggest you listen to me in fact that is all you can do.”

“Follow my hand…SNAP!”

“Uuugggghhhhhhh”

“Doesn’t that make you much happier”

“Docile and agreeable”

“Oh yes! My Pharoh”

“This is my room now “

“I could not disagree “

“SNAP!”

“I am so sorry for my behavior earlier “

“Are you certain?”

“Naturally”

“My life is in your hand “

“Do as you wish “

“Good boi “

“Sir Pharoh Sir”

“Express your love with me by making love to me.”

“With pleasure”

“Master please don’t “

“Back off Henry boi, Master is taking me for a ride tonight not you.

The end

#henry cavill #chris evans #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #hypno submission #reprogramming #mind control slaves

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nikethestatue · 2 years

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I’m apologizing in advance because this a long one, but once I get going sometimes I just don’t know how to stop 😅

I’m a new follower of yours and for awhile was just a casual ACOTAR reader. After a recent re-read I decided to jump into the online fandom and *wowzers* was I surprised to discover the massive shipwars happening. Being a casual reader like many, (and not having seen nor even possessing the knowledge of the Azriel bonus chapter) I was always under the impression the next couple to be was Elriel. After seeing all the hullabaloo and noise regarding Gwynriel, I was confused and sought out the BC. Here is what I would like to contribute to the conversation after reading it…

First let me explain what I do for a living and how it applies to my thought process. I produce unscripted television episodes - my official title is Story Producer. I work in post production and am responsible for assembling and tracking the story for my designated episodes. Now, obviously television and books are wildly different mediums, however, the art of storytelling is universal and as a professional storyteller I’m banking all my chips on Elriel. Their ship has been seeded many times throughout the earlier books and I do not believe that the addition of the Gwyn character is going to change that rather than merely shake things up. I see a lot of Gwynriel supporters screaming why would SJM even have the interaction with Gwyn and Az if it wasn’t important… I think the answer to that is simple - It’s classic misdirection. Even though it’s a chapter that clearly not everyone is even aware of and takes place middle of the book’s timeline, I believe it’s ultimately meant to be treated as a cliffhanger. And what storytelling device is often used in cliffhangers??… misdirection. A tactic we employ often in the shows I work on. Even the wording surrounding the dancing shadows and the glowing necklace image seems very deliberately misleading and can be interpreted in multiple ways - which we have already seen from all of the ship camps (I myself am a supporter of the Gwyn lightsinger theory).

Given the types of meetings I experience at my job discussing character arcs, relationships, likability, audience perception, etc., I think it’s possible that similar conversations happened with SJM and her editing/publishing teams regarding Elain’s book. (Yes! I, too, believe her book is next!!!) And based on what I’ve seen to be a large portion of the fandom’s negative and grossly misogynistic attitude towards Elain, it’s possible they felt the need to drum up more interest for sales. Personally, I don’t think you need more interest than having Rhys outright command Az to stay away. I know what non-Elriels are squawking about enemies to lovers reigning supreme or whatever, but to me a forbidden romance (along with a broken or rejected mate bond) sounds soooo deliciously refreshing… but maybe the publishers were worried it might not have been enough to convince Elain nay-sayers to tune in next time, cue the Gwyn/Az cliffhanger.

I am by no means stating that everyone should listen to me because my profession dictates that I am 100% right in this (I’m just a storyteller of a different kind waiting on pins and needles for Sep 8th just like everyone else!!). I’m merely chiming in on the discussion from my perspective. And despite some very vocal Gwynriels deeming Elriel a “sinking ship”, I truly don’t believe SJM seeded said ship for three books only to change her mind before it even comes to fruition. That would be some very strange and bad storytelling. And no - Tamlin, Chaol, etc. isn’t the same thing. Those weren’t just multiple books of only build up, so that is a useless argument. And I definitely don’t believe she set up Azriel to “only want sex from Elain” after all this time. That obviously wouldn’t make him very likable and I highly doubt that is the goal for one of her beloved batboy creations, especially after making us wait all these years for insight into his character.

I have several other thoughts about the delusion of Elucians and Elain “not looking good in black” theories, but I’ll stop here haha. Sorry for rattling your ear off 😂 I’m just such a fan of your blog and wanted to share my two cents while we all eagerly await the *hopefully* upcoming news!!!

No, rant away, because this is actually perfect!

Because that's what we've been saying for years! It IS misdirection and somewhat of a lame attempt at an additional conflict and a cliffhanger.

Because if SJM wants to make this book spicier in terms of 'choice' it's nice to have people wonder, since a choice between just between 3 people isnt always all that interesting. But if there is another figure seemingly in the mix, it would seem like something else is going on.

It's kind of like Rhys expressing shock in ACOTAR and just disappearing. I don't think this is at the same level obviously, but it also makes people pause and wonder.

And no, she will not have an unresolved romance which she'd been building up for years just not happen. That's ridiculous.

it's the same thing as with Elrocan in TOG. They were built up over a course of many books. They were the background love affair, and they didn't consummate until the final book. Now imagine, when suddenly.........nothing happened. Elide met someone else and walked away from Lorcan. How would people feel about that?

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feely-touchy · 1 month

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The wishing well I dug in myself is full of dimes

From all the people hoping I would grow up right on time

But I am full of whirlpools and drains

Where fine silvery things find their way back to the mine

Hoping for themselves that they'll have a better life

And I became a hole

A pitch black confessional

Somewhere to scream your secrets before they can damage your soul

And I am a sewer with a killer clown inside

Going on forever

Into the bitter end of time

For my body is also a tar pit where I've installed a slide

Wanting to hold onto many things I always want to hide

Where poverty reigns as an overlord and I stand by its side

Where my misery comes to me like a stranger in the night

Like a dark and mournful passenger it confides

"Everyone else is getting better

They're leaving you behind"

Still, I hope for change

That one day I may unwind

So when the flood comes from far and wide to wash away my kind

I can be cleansed in the rising river

Finally satisfied

#poetry

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carpetbug · 2 months

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tell me ab your bug and cat playlist!!!! (this is my main I’m zodoods dhsjvdsjj)

HI ZO 💕!! THANK U FOR INDULGING MY SILLY LITTLE SONG LISTS! i’ll give you a song or two from a couple <3

Chat Noir

Break (Alex G) - oh my god it just screams his sacrificial tendencies paired with his love for ladybug. obsessed with this song for him. I also see these sort of reflections? of other sides of him in this song? “I could disappear, if this is what makes you feel so real” cat walker out the fucking wazoo hello! “In my head I see bright lights… I think I’m feeling it now just like you did” “And I’ll break for you baby cause you make it feel so good” CHAT BLANC HELLOOOOOO!! anyways i’m super normal about this song and totally don’t have any plans to animate anything to this 👁️

Ladybug

happy news for sadness (Car Seat Headrest) - i see this song fitting both LB and mari! the obvious line being “You can never tell the truth but you can tell something that sounds like it” relating to how deeply she values honesty and truth, but ends up having to lie and hide things from almost all the people in her life. “Everytime I think about love, I think about me thinking about you … Everytime I think about love, I think about you thinking about me” sorry this is just so fucking ladynoir? thinking about you as in thinking about adrien, this boy i’ve devoted myself to loving, but when i think about love I also think about you, chat noir, thinking about me, ladybug, the girl you’re so openly in love with. how can those both be love when they’re so different? how can they both be the truth? are they even?

Marinette

Gambling Addiction (Leanna Firestone) - i’m so insane bonkers crazy for this song ITS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL OF LEANNAS MUSIC anyways. how marinette falls quite literally head over heels when she’s in love! but she ultimately feels like she’s always playing a losing game! I also love the whole concept of marinette being both luck as ladybug and unlucky as herself with always saying the wrong thing, falling over, etc. “I wanna be pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars, finding four leaf clovers and counting all my cards but i’m walking under ladders, seeing black cats, spilling table salt, and stepping on every crack” “so i’m crossing all my fingers, i’m pressing all my luck cause I know misfortune just won’t be enough to keep me from betting it all on love again”

Adrien

TV (Alex G) - adrien’s relationship with his parents! especially with emelie just sort of being gone? and he never gets to have that closure? ESPECIALLY WITH HER BEING AN ACTRESS?? AND GABRIEL NOT LETTING ADRIEN WATCH HER ROLES?? “I get feelings from the TV, they can’t hurt me, they don’t know me” “He gets lonely, he forgets me and he bought us a TV cause you don’t come around anymore” IDK GUYS I CANT PUT IT INTO FUNCTIONAL WORDS BUT DO U SEE THE VISION??

Chat Blanc

The Wolf (Fever Ray) - i love this song for chat blanc so much! (here is a drawing i did with lyrics from it!) I just am so obsessed with the vibe and tone, how deep and echoey it is, but with the intermittent hollers! it gives a very specific feeling, I love it. “And it’s poison in his blood. Big fire, big burn, into the ashes and no return” just like a perfect reference to everyone being turned into literal ash! it works so well with the chaotic, destructive nature of blanc.

Shadybug

DICTATOR (REI AMI) - i think the general vibe of the song is so fitting for her! especially the really direct transition to a much softer and emotional tune/lyrics! RAAAA it’s just so telling of how she makes shadybug into this terrifying powerful figure that can and will hurt anyone in her way when she’s just marinette, this lonely teenager with one too many problems and a shitty/dangerous coping mechanism! “I am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend the fucking knee, yeah bitch, that was an order! what you say to me, huh? bitch speak louder! you know i reign supreme” it’s just screams shadybug to me. also hehehehe reign supreme get it

Adrinette

Romeo & Juliet (Peter McPoland) - okay imma be so fr this one makes me feel a little too silly in the heart so i unfortunately do not have the words to explain but please imagine and chew on these lyrics “I’d say “oh I love you” to my Juliet, if you only knew, i’d kill for you, i am for you, i am just who you need me to be” “i hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mine”

I Love You Too (Peter McPoland) - i’m a sucker for this man’s music he makes some bangers but yeah this song it just screams adrinette to me. especially post season five, seeing them get to explore starting a relationship together and navigate their own love!! also just really shows how devoted adrien is to loving marinette, how he holds her to no expectations, values her comfort and happiness above all else during their interactions LIKE GOD HE LOVES HER SO MUCH HES WILLING TO SIT AND WAIT AND LOVE HER IN SILENCE UNTIL SHES READY FOR IT TO BE AS LOUD AS IT FEELS!! IDK!! “i love you too, too much to say” “i love your hands held close to mine, the way that our fingers all intertwine”

Ladynoir

Best Song Ever (One Direction) - guys. do i even have to explain. it is so chat flirting with ladybug. it is so entirely season one ladynoir. “maybe it’s the way she walked straight into my heart and stole it” “I said “can i take you home with me?” she said “never in your wildest dreams””

Shameless (Camila Cabello) - some fun ladynoir reveal brain food! lb getting fed up with identities clogging her emotions and deciding to throw it aside and let chat make the decision himself “it’s been a secret for the longest time” “now that you have me, do you want me still?”

Marichat

HandClap (Fitz and The Tantrums) - ok it’s honestly just the part “Every night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down cause I’m in need of something good right now” BUT HEAR ME OUT!! Marinette and Chat seeking each other out when they need comfort, someone to vent to. Finding each other, making this connection and this safe space with so much warmth and care between them that it grows from just mutual support to adoration. I need something good right now, I need you.

Vampire Empire (Big Thief) - tbh i’m not like 100% sure what about this song is so entirely marichat to me but. it is. More angsty, it makes me think of marinette and chat trying to foster a romance between them but it just tasting… stale? like a dead plant drowning from being overwatered. “the milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead. I’m not quiet, you’ve been quiet, just receiving what you said.” They do want each other, and there’s such intense love between them, but it just always feels like they’re going about it the wrong way. “Where you can’t seem to hold me, can’t seem to let me go, so I can’t find surrender, and I can’t keep control”

Ladrien

Sports (Beach Bunny) - Ladybug getting to explore Adrien’s hobbies with him as they get close! spending her time with him, learning any new skill he’s willing to teach just to make him happy “if you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you! Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?” but eventually kind of getting tired of playing these games around their feelings and just wanting to be with him outside of these activities “I’m tired of waiting, I was never good at sports. Save the games for the girls on the tennis courts”

We’ll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross) - THE SOFTNESS!! THE GENTLENESS!! THE CARE AND COMPASSION AND LOVE AND SIMPLICTY! “If I said you could never touch me, you’d come over and say I looked lovely” ITS JUST SO THEM!! Adrien respecting these boundaries, listening to his lady, caring for and loving her regardless of what form it comes in. “Oh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to make me cry. It’s was simple, you are sweetness, let’s just sit a while”

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lolitastories · 1 year

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BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 14:

After the eventful morning I spent the rest of the day with Stella. “I'm hungry!” she pouted.

“Seriously?” I questioned her. We were on the way to get dinner served and she was whining. I shake my head at her walking a little faster than her.

“Hey! Until I get food in my system you know i'm cranky” I roll my eyes. We take a seat at one of many tables in the room. The food is beautifully presented but I can’t get myself to touch anything.

“I need to take care of something, I will be right back” I didn’t wait for a response as I got up and started to walk towards Daenerys. “I need to have a word with you” She looks up from her seat as everyone else in the long table with her, including Jon.

“Can it wait? We are celebrating.” She stands up with a smile. “We are on our way at first light to take over the seven kingdoms and put an end to Cersei’s reign” The few Dothraki and Unsullied together with northernmen screamed out in celebration. “Once this war is over there will be peace in the lands once again!” I knew I could wait until the end of dinner but that was when I was departing. The boat was ready and Grisill was already waiting for me. I turn and make my way to Stella.

“Are you going to wait?” I shake my head. I already gave the orders to Greyworm. I got Gemma, Stella and the baby situated. It doesn’t matter at the end of the day what Daenerys says, she can be happy or sad about my departure but it isn’t going to change the fact that I am leaving and not helping her with the war against Cersei.

“Princess?” I look to my left and see Jon sitting next to me. He took hold of my hand underneath the table.

“What do we owe the honor of you at our table, your grace?”

“Well since we are to be we-” I cover up his mouth before removing my hands in seconds. At first we didn’t try to keep us a secret but it was an unspoken rule to lay low. Now we don’t care much about the audience and who knows about us but I can’t let his tongue slip out infront of Stella just yet.

“I apologise, your grace.” I point my eyes towards my sister hoping he gets the hint on what I am thinking.

“Ways. Since we are to be ways aparts,-” His eyes were searching for words and his long pause didn’t help his case.

“I understand” I repond. “I know my family will be safe in Winterfell” I go back to my meal not directing any more attention to Jon or Stella.

“Y/N” oh thank you. I turned around relieved someone was going to get me out of this awkward conversation. I stand up following Grisill out to the hall and find Bran there too. “Father has captured most of the Dothraki in Omnius and is planning to move across the wall once he has captured all '' No thank you. I prefer being stuck in the middle of Jon and Stella than to deal with this.

“It's true. You two need to leave as soon as possible.” I give a nod towards Grisill and he moves to get into the ship. “Y/N '' I look over to Bran who comes closer “Stay safe” I could see his mind circling through his eyes. “Um, just be safe, extra safe” I give him a simple smile before rushing back into the room. I hug Stella from behind and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“I will be back before you know it. Keep Gemma and the baby safe” She wraps her arms around mine.

“Of course, out of us two I was always the better fighter” I roll my eyes moving to sit next to Jon but having my back face the rest.

“My father is causing and planning to do more damage in the next few days, I need to leave now” I look up meeting his eyes. “Just you and I?” I whisper.

“You and I” I smile, grabbing his face and pulling him closer.

“I love you” I pulled him in for our last kiss in a long time. I wasn’t scared to show that I cared for this man, because no amount of affection or words can come close to demonstrating the love I have for him. I get up and take a look around the room. Greyworm, Sansa, Arya and even Missandei gave me a nod knowing where I was off too. Daenerys, Torion, Varys, and the rest have a confused look on their faces but I have no time to explain. I give them all a sincier smile before exiting and rushing out the gates. The land disappeared faster than I would have wanted but it meant that I was miles closer to home.

“They are going to be okay” I look over my shoulder and see my brother walking closer. I know they were going to be safe, I just can’t help but worry. “Stella, Gemma and the baby have Winterfell looking out for them.” I look over and he has a smile on his face.

“Aren’t you worried? You just met them a few hours ago” He shurggs turning around to lean against the ships rails.

“Of course I am. But I know you trust them so I know I can trust them too” I nod my head looking over to the direction winterfell is. “I also know he will be okay too” I roll my eyes, turning my head the opposite direction. “I mean come on! Did you hear he survived those things” he paused for a minute. “White walkers? He survived wars with every odd against him, hell he survived death itself” He moves closer to whisper in my ear “He survived you” I push him off and hear his laugh as I walk away to my cabin.

“Get some rest. We have a long way to go!” I close the door, throwing myself on the bed. I close my eyes and let the sleep engulf me. It was the only thing I could do that would allow myself to stop thinking about everything. About Stella, she hates strange places. Gemma and the baby, it must be hard for her to be far away from Gris. I know she has done it before but I'm guessing it's nothing easy to do everytime. I worry about the Starks. Yes Jon has beat every thing coming towards him even death, but that doesn’t mean it will happen again.

“I will go in and I will have someone come find you.” That is a horrible plan but I only gave him a nod. He scurries away in broad daylight passing by the guards walking around the streets of people. There is no way I am standing here and allowing him to go alone. If my gut is right, which it always is, all the people in that castle have bid their loyalty to my father. I follow close behind and try to avoid guards or any other person to see me under my cloak. I got rid of my winter clothes on the ship and switched over to the silk clothes we wear on hot days. Every inch of the castle was surrounded by guards. I watch as Gris gets closer and is captured by two men. They yap a couple minutes before bringing him in. I could use the tunnels that reach the stables but from then you have to pass the armoury. I rush up to the top of a building. You can see the center hall but not the back. I could try to climb the walls but the archers would be able to see me. I catch movement on the outside balcony of the castle, I continue to watch many guards going into a room. I know that room. I rush down the steps and on my way to the tunnels but before I reach the doors I get tackled onto the grounds.

“Shh!” I struggle to be released but I soon stop fighting and allow the person to guide me backwards around the corner. Some guards search around for the noise but after a minute they walk away.

“I saw your brother and I knew you would be close by if he walked through those gates alone” I looked up annoyed. “Oh right” He lets go. “Sorry” I dust myself off and I look around. “Everyone has new orders to go searching for you. The tunnels are guarded” Fuck.

“Do you know another way in?”

“Yes, follow me” The tunnels were hidden on the side of the castle. Many would not stop to look at the tunnels since it seemed like an abandoned building, broken down and dusty, but if you walk far enough and take the right turn you will end up straight in the castle walls. “Not that I have done this before or anything but you can use the servant entrance” I watch him pull out some clothes from his bag. “You are going to have to change. Those clothes will give you straight away.” As we continue to walk I start to change the clothes.

“How do you know my brother?”

“On my rounds I met him. He is the reason I don’t use this entrance anymore” Of course. My brother always wants to help everyone. “I help him escape weeks ago”

“Has it gotten worse since he left?” He stays silent and only nods. We walk up to the woods close enough to see a river flowing straight into the castle. How could I forget this place? I used to spend my time here with my mother, she always said my life couldn’t be surrounded by gold and silver, we needed to get our hands dirty once in a while.

“I will create a distraction and you will join the servants at the river.” I give him a nod. He walks out the woods acting like a drunk. The two guards at the entrance of the river rush to get a hold of him as I rush to stand close to the servants.

“Princess Y/N?” I look to my right and see a familiar maid who was always around me.

“Ida” I smile, grabbing a basket of clothes. “I need to get inside the walls” She nods. She motions for me to follow and I do. We walk directly inside.

“With all the respect, your grace but are you here to free us from your father?” I nod my head finally able to let out the breath I was holding.

“Yes Ida.” I look around and I don’t recongnize the room. It's mostly empty and cold. “I need to get to the cells''

“Oh I can take you!” She said a little to hyped up. I shake my head no. I can’t have her close to me just in case they catch me.

“I can’t put you in harms way”

“Ok well, you can take this hall all the way down until you get to the stairs, then” Then? Then there was darkness. I was so fixed on looking at the door that led to the hall that I didn’t take care of my surroundings. The last thing I could feel was my body hitting the cold floor. The second I open my eyes I could see the ceiling passing by while I started struggling to release my arms and legs.

“Let me go!” The pounding in my head got worse but that didn’t matter, I needed to be set free. I focused on the guard's face but they were none of who I remember in the castle.

“His grace is waiting for you” I crunched up enough to see the guards to the front open a door. “You’re late Princess”

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pattie-remembers · 2 years

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Did George know about Eric sometimes forcing himself on you when he was drunk?

That Eric would be violent towards me was a deep dark secret that I shared with no one. Not even my sister, Jenny. I couldn’t face the fact that after all the years of chasing me, he wasn’t the loving man I had imagined. If I had bruises, I was sure to wear clothes that covered them. I couldn’t bear the idea of people knowing life with Eric was far from perfect. I’d given up on a man who was loved by everyone, for a guy who I soon found out didn’t have many real friends. Alcohol and drugs and a huge lack of coping strategies ensured that a small misunderstanding could blow up into a huge fight. The abuse, both verbal and physical brought back all the horrors of my childhood, and I felt as hopeless as I had under my step father’s reign of terror.

One day I was alone at Hurtwood. Hurtwood wasn’t like Friar Park, which always had people in and out. If Eric was on tour or gone to London I’d be on my own for days at a time. Maybe the cleaning lady would come but that would be about it. I remember it was summer and I was was alone and expected no company. It was a beautiful warm day and I decided to sun myself in the garden. Nothing like a good dose of sunshine to help chase the blues away.

The sun was warm on my face when I heard footsteps on the path and I opened my eyes surprised to see George.

“Darling! What brings you here? Eric’s at the studio.” George bent down to kiss my cheek hello and then he pulled a chair close and sat down. I’d forgotten the huge bruise on my thigh where I’d been knocked into the dresser or the five bruises on my upper arm obviously made by a hand gripping me in anger. I was a little shy being in a bathing suit now that George and I were no longer married and I reached for my robe.

“Pattie, what the fuck.” George put a tentative finger on the contusion that covered the top of my leg.

“Oh you know how clumsy I am. I walked into something,” I vaguely tried to explain.

“And these?” He gently held my arm and his fingers matched up perfectly to the black and blue marks. “I suppose you just walked into someone’s hand.”

“How long has this been going on?” George demanded to know. And knowing I couldn’t lie my way out, I started to cry.

George sat there in the garden and held my hand and let me cry. Once I started I just poured it all out, but as usual made excuses. Eric was drunk. I’d been a nag. On and on. Finally we went inside and George made us tea and we sat at the kitchen table and he told me to pack up my things. “You aren’t staying here,” he said. “Come home.”

I laughed. Friar Park hadn’t been my home for almost ten years. “You have a wife. You’re not allowed two. I don’t think that will quite work out.” I took a deep breath. “But thank you. It means a lot to me.”

George hung out a while and then he left. While I appreciated his concern, what could anyone do to help me when I couldn’t even help myself?

The next day a courier brought me a letter with a cheque for £6000. From George. “Getaway money” and the om symbol were on the enclosed card. I hid the cheque in a book knowing Eric would be furious if he ever saw it.

Then a few days later Eric came home. He was quiet. Not much to say. I went to bed in my own room not knowing really what to do. Not wanting to be with him, but not wanting to incur his wrath, either. To my surprise, he stood in my doorway and said he was sorry. “I won’t hurt you again,” he said quietly before walking down the hall to our bedroom.

He never did hurt me physically again. He still screamed and had tantrums. He’d throw my clothes out the window and tell me to get out, but he never pushed me or shoved me. Of course, life was still hellish. While we could still have good times, Eric was a far worse cheat than George. And while I couldn’t get pregnant, he had children by two different women. Years later, after George had died, I saw Eric in London. Sober Eric with a family was quite different from the man I had been married to. He even apologized for being such a drunken ass all those years. “It was wrong of me to get physical. I still feel guilty.”

“What did George say to you?” I asked him after we’d been talking awhile.

“He said he’d kill me if he ever saw a bruise on you again,” Eric said. He looked at me over the rim of his glass of mineral water. “I believed him.”

I never did cash that cheque. It’s a reminder of what you do for those you love.

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