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katyspersonal · 1 year

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Small crisis regarding my former mariadeline impression

This post is basically just:

But I kinda need to put my thoughts here

I've been thinking recently back on my days when I still saw Gehrman as a ‘creep’, and it was a point in Maria’s story that she hated herself for feeling attracted to Adeline who WAS below in a status. In that version, she was deeply concerned of taking advantage of her authority - because she subconsciously projected, and sort of saw Gehrman in herself. Been long ago, but after I revisited the lore bit that triggered it, I was hit back with just how many layers have to be undone to get to mariadeline ship being fulfilling and happy. We have the fact that Adeline still addresses Maria as superior ('lady' in localisation, '-sama' in original, sama is used to politely, formally address ones of higher rank). The subordination was probably never broken in canon!

Also, Maria didn't want Adeline to become a Blood Saint but Adeline wasn't convinced, most likely out of her pursuit to be someone meaningful - "grooming" of Blood Saints isn't canon, in Japanese original it says that they merely were prepared physically, to produce unique blood within their body, so that certainly allows there to be willing, conscious ones. I feel like Maria would have a huge weight of guilt for failing to convince her that she didn't need to put herself through this.

But things also get soooo much worse around Research Hall, because Maria is associated with the reason why these experiments are a thing to BEGIN with! Yes, evolution is nice and all, but patients are writhing in pain and beg for it to end. That meant Adeline too - not only she mutated horribly and Maria was no longer able to see her beautiful face, but also Adeline is restrained with more belts than any of the other patients, and then additionally restrained to the chair. She must have had it extremely hard if they had to put extra effort in holding her still... My guess is that Adeline was going too rabid when devoid of brain fluid for too long. And Maria had to watch her go through this, mutating physically and forgetting her worth psychologically. But who knows, what if none of that had happened if Maria didn't "help" with Fishing Hamlet? Someone who took her own life over a collective crime strikes me as someone more prone to blame herself, ALL herself, rather than sharing guilt. She did not come after throats of Willem and Gehrman for initiating Fishing Hamlet massacre, despite the fact that the leaders are probably more guilty than the followers, you know...?

I wonder if the real reason Maria went nonverbal with Adeline (Adeline being accustomed to her walking in without a word, Maria giving her the balcony key without explanation since Adeline still thinks it is "a charm" when we meet her) was not shyness but anxiety. Maybe she felt like she didn't even dare to touch her, maybe she was not able to start talking to her without crying - and she needed to hold it back. She wanted to stay strong and worthy of Adeline’s respect, even if she probably didn’t deserve it.... But Adeline deserved someone to admire, rather than the gods that only make people feel small.

I mean, the status imbalance itself is already a very fat hint that they never got official and whatever was there from one or both of them probably lingered in the status of unresolved romantic tension until the end. The fact that Adeline still sees Maria as her superior even as a patient effectively hints that it was still the case back then - so as a Blood Saint, and before that. Basically, the only time in canon they COULD have been in true relationship is during Research Hall events, but I think the setting full of pain, misery, fear, insanity, body horror and death was uhhh... not very favourable for happy fluffy love to bloom. Adeline was going way too caught up into Eldrich truth to care about something as human - an requiring her humanity - as normal relationship, and Maria, the one who would care enough to pull her back, failed to do so at least two times by now.

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So yeah, all in all I briefly addressed that mariadeline probably never came to fruition in canon, then I forgot all about it and got sold on happy portrayal of the ship within fandom, but now I am thinking back on it and considering even more nuances. I’ve just grown so used to take this ship as a given that it does feel like a slight crisis to realise that they probably never dated? There is a possibility though; Nightmare features a hunter version of Maria, that she forsaken in “reality”, ie Nightmare dials back into troubled and painful past. So maybe it dialed Adeline back TOO - to her more desperate, tormented state as a patient, when she still wasn’t Maria’s girlfriend too; when in “reality” she DID, in fact, feel better about herself and the women got to be happy witch each other for just brief time... Again, past Adeline already being a mutant. Like, odds are, all stuff depicting mariadeline happy and established when Adeline was a Blood Saint, or before so, or a patient that still looked human is an AU? Because it is not filling blank spaces, but contradicting canon? It is just that... I was not THINKING about it this way much? That so many things we just assume and take without questioning in fiction actually are rather different in reality?

I am probably becoming very old like I said before, but it is even strange how we as fans can look at two characters caring about each other and instantly jump into fluffiest, most shippy interpretation, forgetting the nuances. Like... dear god, this ship has so many underwater rocks (no pun intended).

#bloodborne #mariadeline #saint adeline #lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne observation #*cries a waterfall and squeezes my clothes soaking wet with my own tears into a bucket*#every single time i analyse this ship it gets more and more sad #again i know recently i sound like an old lady #there are like 0 happy things about these two characters #why their lives have to suck so much...? god #but yeah... similar crisis as when i realised that valtomura actually crashes and burns as far as canon goes #like..... wait this whole time we were dwelling in an AU?#again there is a difference between 'canon never stated it' and 'canon contradicts it'#i am having one crisis after another recently #maria's clothes aren't actually masculine but just practical? micolash fails to deliver spirit of mensis????#and now 'mariadeline didn't happen in canon'????#i will soon make an iceberg of this sort of realizations #bloodborne is a fun journey lol #by fun i mean all my blorbos are depressed and there is nothing to smile about in their lives

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proshippersstimming · 2 years

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Dr Iceberg for anon!

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mcblingbrat · 2 years

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Iceberg graphic jeans

#iceberg #jeans #clothing #fashion #designer #high end #luxury #vintage

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holmesoldfellow · 7 months

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Leather Jacket from the Iceberg x Sherlock Holmes collection by Jean-Charles de Castelbajac

#i want this so bad #sherlock holmes #merchandise #sherlock holmes merchandise #jacket #leather jacket #flight jacket #bomber jacket #embroidered jacket #vintage clothing #iceberg clothing #iceberg #Jean-Charles de Castelbajac

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dippedanddripped · 3 months

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Creativity & innovation: the secret behind Gilmar group’s success

#youtube #Gilmar #iceberg history #streetwear blogger #Italian clothing brands

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ugh-yoongi · 5 months

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hii! thanks for answering my ask about your favorite namjoon fics 🥰 could you recommend your favorite yoongi fics if you haven't done it yet? thank you soo much! 💗

you got it 🫡

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten, so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won’t be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

yoongi x reader

love language by @gukslut

please be naked and first and last and always by @floralseokjin

the dinner party by @anotherbtswriter

straight shooter by @snackhobi

winter: you're the one that bloomed me by @hot-soop

moonlit throne by @hobidreams

miss dial by @versigny

a love that endures by @cinnaminsvga

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

cyberslut by @kimnjss

tip of the iceberg by @fortunexkookie

greedy by @xjoonchildx

boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin

vogue by @gukyi

tell me what you want by @wwilloww

wine & budapest by @junghelioseok

the second time & stop thinking about me by @yoongiphoria

drip by @here2bbtstrash

cybersex by @gimmethatagustd

vows (and all the associated drabbles) by @hamsterclaw

darksided by @eoieopda

the pink pill by @dollfaceksj

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as always, mxm recs under the cut!

member x member

namgi: see namjoon recs here

sope: see hoseok recs here

yoonjin: see seokjin recs here

yoonkook: see jk recs here + fang fucker by @sailoryooons

atoms and empty space (yoonmin)

love maze (yoonmin)

there's a piece of you in how i dress (yoonmin)

cute, baby (yoonmin)

inevitabilities (yoonmin)

our beginnings never know our ends (yoonmin)

since feeling is first (yoonmin)

it's bad enough we get along so well (yoonmin)

he's what you want (i'm what you need) [yoonmin]

maybe i hate you can be our always (yoonmin)

smooth strip (yoonmin)

map of the sounds (taegi)

the romance of old clothes (taegi)

inside and out (taegi)

siren of the interstate (taegi)

espresso marmalade (taegi)

after all, all this time (taegi)

what happens in uni series (taegi)

return to baseline (taegi)

vanilla sweetheart (taegi)

nothing lasts forever (taegi)

wassily kandinsky improvisation 31 sea battle (taegi)

shots fired (taegi)

yachtgi series (taegi)

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts imagines #myg #fic rec

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ghostboneswrites2 · 3 months

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Arrowhead Jr ||One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl has baby fever

This was a request on my old blog: "ever since i saw daryl holding baby judith ive dreamt about him having absolute baby fever w reader and after babysitting him pestering reader about one?"

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Profanity, birth, babies, mostly fluffy

"Check this out." Daryl said excitedly, holding up a camo onesie he found. You were on a small run with a few others in search of some new clothes for little Judith, since she had outgrown most of the ones she had.

"This is for newborns." You told him, taking the tiny outfit out of his hands.

"I know.." He shrugged, taking it back and setting it down.

"Oh, god. Don't start." You begged. "Not again."

You had been with him since the prison, after Woodbury fell. You were one of the many refugees Rick had taken in after the town fell apart, and the archer took a liking to you from the beginning. You guessed it was partially due to your friendship with his morally-gray brother before his unfortunate passing, but it was mostly just because you were you. He loved you for it. However, recently, with the safety of Alexandria's walls, he somehow caught one of the scariest diseases; Baby Fever. Especially after the two of you spent a day watching her so Rick could work and Carl could go do normal teenager things for a change.

"Not startin' nothin." He mumbled.

"No, but you're doing that thing again!" You argued.

"What?" He shrugged.

"That! The sad face and the--"

"That place is perfect." He explained. "The--"

"I know, I know. The big walls and the pretty houses and the people and the--"

"I see you with Judith. I see how you look at her, how you rub her nose to get her to fall asleep and all them lil songs ya sing when she cries."

"So what are you saying?"

"Just that we could." He admitted.

"Just 'cause we could doesn't mean we should." You sighed

"I know that, it's just... I wanna."

"Well that's easy to say when you don't have to carry and birth a child to get one."

"Forget it." He huffed.

The rest of the trip was in silence, and not the comfortable kind you so often shared. You were both frustrated. Him, because ever since he held Judith for the first time, when he fed her that first meal she ever had and felt the rush of nurturing a crying, sweet little baby, a hole formed inside him and it grew bigger every day. He never could have seen himself as a family man before that moment, but ever since, it was a primal urge he couldn't resist. To love a woman, to father a child, to protect and provide for his own family. He had already achieved finding a woman worth his affections, which was you, of course, but he still didn't have his own family and it ate him up.

Your frustrations were sourced elsewhere, though. For one, giving birth sounded absolutely terrifying, especially in a world lacking in hospitals, epidurals, prenatal and postpartum care. You could handle a fair amount of pain, but birth was an entirely different playing field. Not to mention the risks. You had heard what happened to Judith's mom. How could you risk that? How could he expect you to? And that was just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of world would this be for a child? What kind of life would it have? Alexandria was always too good to be true, and sooner or later something would happen, and you'd all be running for your lives again. It was only a matter of time, to you. To be pregnant would mean no more runs, no more fighting, none of the things that made you useful. You'd just be a big burden with swollen ankles.

You didn't speak when you all arrived back home, or during dinner, or after. It wasn't until you went to take a shower, until you had already stripped down and stepped into the steamy stream of water. He had silently snuck into the bathroom, undressed, and surprised you by pulling the curtain aside and joined you. You had your back turned to him, allowing the water to rush over you and wash away your racing thoughts. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until he was satisfied, then he began to wash you. You loved when he did that, it was one of your favorite affections he'd show. He always started by massaging your neck and shoulders, then your back, then your arms, and he'd turn you around and work on the front. With little explanation needed, that was his favorite part.

"Can we at least think about it?" He finally asked, eyes and hands stationed on your bare skin as you watched his face.

"We can think about it all we want but it doesn't change anything."

"But this place is safe. And there's a doctor here. And-- Hell, this house alone is more than either of us could've given a kid before the world turned to shit." He argued. You sighed.

"I just can't shake the feeling that none of this is permanent." You confessed. He stopped washing you for a moment, considering your concerns.

"What else?" He asked.

"What else what?"

"The other reasons. What else?"

"This place could fall."

"Don't mean it will."

"The doctor could die."

"I'll make sure he don't."

"There could be complications."

"That's what the doctor's for."

"I can't help on runs or fight or--"

"Got plenty of people that can do that."

You took a breath. Was he gonna have a rebuttal to each argument you made?

"Well," you said, "pregnancy makes us crazy."

"You're already crazy." He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

"What about medicine? Epidural? You need and anesthesiologist for that and we don't have that which means I'll feel everything and it's gonna hurt!" You rambled. His smirk grew into an amused grin. "What?" You scoffed.

"You're scared." He said.

"So what if I am? I should be. You should be. I could die. The baby could die. It could die down the line when we can't protect it--"

"Now you just insult me. I'd never let a damn thing happen to you or that kid." He snapped. You gritted your teeth together.

"You can't control everything. What about childbirth? Women died during birth when there were teams of doctors and surgeons. What about now?"

"You wont." He shook his head.

"Why would you want a baby with me anyways?" You groaned. "I don't even like kids!"

"Now that's just lyin' to yourself, darlin'."

"Is not!"

"Might've been able to convince me if you never let me see you with Lil Ass Kicker, but you're a natural."

"Jesus. Are you gonna give our baby weird nicknames too?" You asked as the two of you switched sides in the shower so you could was him too.

"Our baby?" He repeated. You eyes widened.

"Hypothetically." You corrected. "Our maybe, hypothetical, improbable baby."

"Nah, I was thinkin' Arrowhead Jr for ours."

You couldn't help it, you laughed.

"You're insane." You shook your head, massaging his shoulder with the suds.

"Look," he sighed. "I'm not gettin' any younger and I want a family. I already got the girl, now I need the girl to have my babies."

"Babies?!" You gawked. "How many do you expect me to have? I'm not a damn fetus factory I can't just spread my legs and pop them out on a fucking conveyor belt."

"I was thinkin' two."

"Two." You repeated, hoping that hearing the word from someone else would wake him up, maybe make him understand how ludicrous he sounded.

"Mhm."

Guess not.

"Two!" You said again. "Two babies that you want me to grow and birth."

"Yep."

"Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

"Yeah." He said, turning around to face you. "I'm askin' you to be the mother of my kids and spend the rest of your life with me."

"Um, the rest of your life. Women live longer than men, statistically speaking."

"Then think about it. Make the rest of my life mean somethin'."

"Ugh." You growled. You really weren't going to win this one, no matter how hard you fought. "If you wanted kids so bad why didn't you find someone who had the same goal?"

"Don't want no one else. Just you."

"And a kid."

"Two kids."

"Let's start with one." You relented.

He grabbed your face as soon as you spoke the words and kissed you excitedly.

"Better start workin' on it then." He said, lifting you off the ground and pressing your back to the wall. Things only got steamier from there, and not because of the hot shower.

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"Shit!" You whispered, staring down at the third test you'd taken. "Shit shit shit shit!"

To say it was panic would be an understatement. It was sheer terror. You guessed you knew this was coming but you weren't ready for it yet. The only solace you found was the fact that Daryl would be home soon, and you'd get to see his face light up when you handed him not one, not two, but three positive pregnancy tests.

He came home shortly after you wiped your tears and pulled yourself together. You were in the kitchen making him a pot of coffee, one that you'd usually share. Yet another thing you wouldn't be able to do for the next nine months.

You heard the door open, you heard him kick his boots off and set them by the door, and you heard him greet you as he entered the kitchen.

"Hey." He said casually as you turned to hand him a steamy mug of black coffee, just how he liked it.

"Hey." You replied, sitting down at the table across from where he took his usual seat. He gave you a weird look when he sat down. He could read you like an open book, and there was very obviously something going on with you that day.

"No coffee?" He asked, taking a sip of his own. You shook your head. "You okay?" You shrugged. "Talk to me." He said.

You decided to let him see for himself as you failed to form the words. You were terrified for a lot of reasons, but most of all your pride wouldn't let you say the words, because as much as you hated to admit it, you were also happy. You were happy to make him happy, and you were excited to have someone else to love.

You reached in your pocket and set the first test on the table. He stopped blowing on his coffee and stared at it for a moment before looking back to you. Then, you set the second one down. He pushed his eyebrows together, either out of confusion or shock, you weren't sure. Then you slapped the third test down beside the first two. He set his coffee down and stood, leaning over them to examine them. You realized he probably didn't know what a single line versus a double line meant, so you gave him a second to read the tests before he reacted.

The second it hit him it showed. His head snapped up at you, eyes wide.

"F'real?" He asked quietly. You nodded once and he rushed over to your side, gripping your cheeks between his hands and kissing you over and over and over. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to push him back.

"Oxygen, Daryl!" You giggled. "The baby needs to breathe!"

"C'mon. We gotta go tell Carol. And Rick. And Glenn. And Maggie." He rambled on and on, adding names as they popped in his head while he pulled you to your feet and ushered you to the door.

"Daryl!" You protested. "Wait I need shoes!"

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You could barely hear Carol as she coached you through pushing with each contraction. The pain was insane and Daryl's hand was probably broken after you had been squeezing it so hard. Denise, the new doctor after Rick may or may not have killed the last one, was also talking you through, sending encouraging words as the baby's head made an entrance.

"Okay. Breathe. Breathe. One more big push." Carol cooed to your right as Daryl encouraged you from the left.

"C'mon, (Y/N), you're kickin' ass." He said. Admittedly he spent most of the time it took you to get to this point silent, shock written all over his face. He had no idea how to help you through this, he realized, but he fed off Carol's energy and began to give small words of encouragement when he heard Denise say she could see the baby's head.

When the next contraction hit, you screamed in agony, pushing with all your might, just like Carol told you.

"It's just like doing a sit up."

You could feel when the baby was out, but you were so exhausted your head just fell back on the pillow as you caught your breath. It wasn't until you heard the baby cry that you looked down at Denise to see her wiping the baby clean and wrapping it in a blanket. She walked over and set the baby down on your chest. "Skin to skin contact is important." She told you, before looking over to Daryl. "For you too, if you want to take your shirt off."

Daryl was too stunned, just watching in awe as you stared down at your crying newborn baby with admiration. It took him a minute, and a little nudge from Carol who had walked over to his side, before he snapped out of it and leaned in close to you. He got a good look at the baby before he asked, "Boy or girl?"

"Boy." Denise smiled. She was ecstatic, having successfully aided in the birth of your child.

"We have a son." Daryl laughed, although it was more of a happy cry. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood up and removed his shirt, holding his arms out in hopes you'd let him hold his boy.

"Yeah, we do." You grinned, giving your baby a kiss on the head before you passed him over to his father. Daryl was breathless as he scooped the infant into his arms, bouncing him and whispering sweet nothings.

"Hey, little Arrowhead." He laughed. He had called him that for the entire pregnancy.

"I was thinking about naming him (name of your choice). What do you think?" You asked.

He nodded and kissed little (baby name).

"Hey, (baby name). I'm your daddy."

#daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl twd #daryl x female reader

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jukedy · 5 months

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gojo the type of guy who'd want to bridal carry you at all times

gojo the type of guy who'd kick his feet whenever you're texting him

gojo the type of guy to cling onto you whenever you have to leave for work

gojo the type of guy who'd imitate cheesy couples in public to embarrass you

gojo the type of guy to pull silly pranks on you and blame it on his students

gojo the type of guy to work out in front of you just to get you flushed

gojo the type of guy to wear your clothes sometimes just to piss you off (affectionately)

gojo the type of guy to only have serious talks with you whenever he's holding you close to him in bed

gojo the type of guy to get himself brown lenses to see your reaction

gojo also the type of guy who'd get OFFENDED when you didn't say you missed your iceberg king

gojo the type of guy who can't shut up about you to literally anyone

gojo the type of guy to complain about things while saying 'y/n would never do it like this'

gojo the type of guy to drastically hold you whenever you get a bit hurt (may it be stubbing your toe)

gojo the type of guy to fake wrestle with you whenever you're busy

gojo the type of guy to say 'draw me like one of your french girls' like the loser he is

gojo the type of guy to kiss each one of your knuckles to persuade you into doing something for him

gojo the type of guy to get himself into trouble often but is okay with it knowing you'll come to his rescue

gojo the type of guy to send you cat memes and say 'me and you'

gojo the type of guy to wear a suit when it comes to meeting your family

gojo the type of guy who'd flex having you as a partner

gojo the type of guy who'd text you during easy missions just to piss off the enemy

gojo the type of guy to gift you blue roses like a gentleman

gojo the type of guy to be a little selfish and secretly fill in your schedule with several dates with him

gojo the type of guy to kiss you on your nose the most

gojo the type of guy to teach you how to dance even though he has no idea how to either (he stepped on all your toes)

gojo the type of guy who'd get his students to put in a good word for him to you, like how he saved that cat the other day (there was no cat)

gojo the type of guy to pull your chair out for you while on date (hes on the verge of pulling it twice to make you fall on your butt)

gojo the type of guy to be a really soft kisser, even his touch feels like feathers

gojo the type of guy to have the ugliest pic of you as his wallpaper (they're all beautiful to him)

gojo the type of guy to ask you if you're single whenever he's drunk

gojo the type of guy to watch sappy romance series and takes notes for how he'll treat you

gojo is that guy

A/N: wowzers my first ever jjk post😲 feel free to request something

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk satoru #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo

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