"She's entering her villain era," they say…
So many girls out there finally learning boundaries, how to say no, choosing to invest in themselves instead of people pleasing - and be calling it their "villain era". I think it says a lot about the current state of society that we have to romanticize being seen as the villain in order to in some way embrace or validate ourselves in not being a doormat anymore. Because there's still a remnants of such behaviour being considered mean or taboo, when it is actually the healthiest to have.
Yes, there may be people that will antagonize you because you having standards means they can no longer take advantage or play games anymore. But that does not make you a villain for the world, it only makes you an antagonist in their story.
Your role in someone else's story does not define you.
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istg one more beautiful piece of writing inspired by my self indulgent doodling and im gonna explode into one million pieces on fire <3
Round 3 fired and away! For your latest art, I'm sure we will have a perfectly normal conversation about this (and secret life tomorrow once I've watched it). Not sure if I need to put warnings on this, somewhat heavy on the selfwhump in the first bit
When Scarlet Pearl rose from the crater of Scott's sacrifice, she was untouched by the violence, as though the carnage of the previous day had not occured. Mindlessly she set about collecting the detrius of the casualties, a half-remembered habit of tidying up. A battered diamond chestplate, a bloody sword, a splintered bow. All with no body to bury. Nonetheless, she piled it into individual chests and heaped a mound of dirt over each. Sticking a sign over these graves, she left an epitaph for their ending.
"Scott, the star that went off with a bang"
"Martyn & Cleo, divided in life and death"
"Impulse & Bdubs, something wicked their way came"
"Etho & Joel, the boat burned, everything burned"
At last, with Jimmy and Tango's death already marked, she made her way back to her tower, a single leftover sign tucked away. One with her name on it. One last ending.
The lonely perches of her tower loomed out of her exhausted reach. It didn't seem worth the effort, to climb all the way up, to where pain had made its home in her heart. Scarlet Pearl wondered aloud, to no one but Tilly, if she should just dig her own grave and wait for death to claim her.
A reply unexpected came from the rustling in the brush.
"Who's there?" Scarlet Pearl called out, gripping her axe, then thought better of it. She did after all, call for the end. And Tilly didn't seem to mind whoever was out there, tail wagging and head tilted in confusion. A state of mind shared by Scarlet Pearl, for she was sure of being alone. She was cursed to be; victory had ensured it. She fell to her knees, letting the happy, silly look on Tilly fill the imminent void.
"You", whispered a voice that was at once familiar and foreign to her ears.
"That's not an answer mate", her head turned to the source of the voice.
Stepping out was an impossible figure. A worn blue hoodie, flowing brown hair and piercing grey eyes. Scarlet Pearl had to look away, she could not meet her mirror's gaze. Was it one of pity? Was it contempt? She could barely guess from a glimpse; would Death be so cruel to use herself in its image?
The question of who was an instinctive one, but the thought made her shudder, jumbling her words "who- why are you here?"
"You. I'm here for you."
"Get away from me!"
Shaking her head reflexively in denial, Scarlet Pearl fumbled for a weapon, finding the sign with her name on it and raised it in one shaking hand. In the depths of despair, her instincts found she would not let Death take her without a fight yet. She was Scarlet Pearl, undefeated and unscarred, survivor of the death games-
The apparition, as she was fully revealed in the moonlight, was no perfect replica of her. Patched up scrapes, bandaged wounds littering her unarmored skin. They looked to be in a real rough state, Scarlet Pearl could easily take on this version of her. But there was something about how her mirror carried themself, the gentleness in their voice, that paralyzed Scarlet Pearl. Not from fear or resignation. But an ugly, painful envy of the affection in her mirror's eyes.
How could she love or be loved ever again?
This Pearl sank to her knees in front of Scarlet Pearl, interlocking one of their hands. Scarlet Pearl was torn, her touch starved self cried out for the first human contact in days? Weeks-, wait human? That hand fit in hers so smoothly, they were undeniably her own.
"You're not Death" Scarlet Pearl said, feeling exceptionally foolish for being unable to recognise herself. Tilly clearly did, nuzzling between the two happily.
"I am no more Death than you are," the other Pearl agreed, gently prising the sign from her other hand, leaning it against the base of the tower then capturing her limp fingers with their own warm ones.
"I'm just the you, who you'd let lead you home."
The last gasp of adrenaline faded; oh Void she was so tired, so bone-deep tired of being alone. All Scarlet Pearl could do is clutch those hands, as though they'd fade away if she didn't.
But they were already were, the Pearl-that-was-her slowly becoming less substantial as their warmth lingered and spread.
"Don't leave me! How will I get home? Where even is a home for me?" she cried plaintively, the numbness wearing off, the pain sweeping in.
"Hold me in your heart. Hold your hurts; and hold closer the hope of their healing."
She could already feel her grasp slipping, her mauled mending mirror of a self, fading, no, melding into her. Gashes opened where swords have left their mark, bruises bloomed with a fresh vengeance and her heart felt like it was torn from her chest anew.
"Home is where they are waiting for you."
The last wisps of their fingers parted and Pearl collapsed, falling forwards-
Pearlescentmoon fell out of this world
Pearlescentmoon joined the game
Into loving arms.
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a creation for every month of 2022
post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).
i was tagged by @yenvengerberg and @ivashkovadrian, thank you darlings!! i love making lists and so i'm super excited to look back at all my sets and create this little wrap up of the year!
january:
🌸 favourite: merlin ot4 + lunar phases
🌼 most popular: the many names of geralt of rivia
february:
🌸 favourite: jaskier + heartbreak
🌼 most popular: #he has a type
march:
🌸 favourite: merlin ladies + king by florence and the machine
🌼 most popular: yenskier + the witcher book quote
april:
🌸 favourite: bbc merlin + zodiac signs
🌼 most popular: geraskier: go fuck yourself
may:
🌸🌼 (i only posted one set in may, so this goes both for my favourite and my most popular!): jaskier + best character traits
june:
🌸 favourite: merlin found family
🌼 most popular: geraskier + manhandling
july:
🥀 no sets in july
august:
🌸 favourite: merlin ot4 + love languages
🌼 most popular: the witcher: they’re 10s but...
september:
🌸 favourite: morgana’s witch of the woods aesthetic
🌼 most popular: merlin incorrect quotes #5
october:
🌸 favourite: yennefer + dream girl evil by florence and the machine
🌼 most popular: merlin incorrect quotes #6
november:
🌸 favourite: merthur + bigger than the whole sky by taylor swift
🌼 most popular: enola setting up sherlock and john
december:
🌸 favourite: bbc merlin + tumblr memes of the year
🌼 most popular: incorrect merlin quotes #7
tagging (with no pressure of course!): @arthurpendragonns, @seance, @lamberts, @harwinstrng, @aramblingjay, @something-more, @anyataylorjoy, @aryastaark
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Fun fact I went through a breakup recently that was really jarring and left me feeling super alone and one of the coping strategies I found was to pretend that the previous versions of myself were there to comfort me. So I'd literally imagine different younger versions of myself from like 6 months, 1 year, etc ago being there and being like "hey, the fact that you were around the see the breakup means that you survived the pain we were going through, right? So that's good. And you'll survive this one." Sometimes I imagine them all sitting around my room and having a council, or I imagine them walking behind me when I feel unsure of myself. I also imagine them embracing me or bandaging my wounds when I really need it. Anyways, I support the Nico x Nico fic you're talking about writing-- self-love can hit the hardest, especially when it's the only kind of love currently within your reach.
Oh my god... I'm so sorry you have to go through such a horrible thing, and your coping mechanism is making me tear up. 😭😔 I hope you would feel better soon, pal.
And I really, really appreciate your support for the Nico selfcest AU! 😭 Fun fact for you too! I'm also an enthusiastic resident of a selfcest-based (?) fandom, and ofc, selfcest is a whole thing in there. It's my sanctuary and I have been the priest for as long as I can.
And Selflove Nico has been my religion since the first day I set foot into this fandom.
So yeah, I know what I'm doing. 😘🤩 I can't guarantee that I'd articulate it into a fully written fanfic - just bc I don't have the patience nor the willpower to come up with a multi-chaptered plot - but I'll try my best to deliver it the best way I can!
I would be glad if my crazy ideas make you feel better somehow.🥰 Wish you all the best, and please, keep loving yourself like that. You're doing great, friend.
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what does lemonlovemeanslove mean? where does it come from?
I think Ive mentioned one of the reasons on here before, but this gives me the change to list both! Basically back in my first year of high school there was this queer romance comic that I really liked (i can not remember the name bc it was written in Korean and I guess they just didn’t bother to write and English title lol, doesn’t matter much, but Im pretty sure that it wasnt even good) where one of the characters who recently discovered that he was bi, gave a lemon candy to his crush. This was at the time that I had begun to realize that I too, was not straight, which was really hard for me given my circumstances. That lemon candy thing stuck with me. bc I love LOVE lemon candies, which my best friend since age 8 knows very well, so whenever there be a candy bag or something, shed pick out all the lemon candies and hand it to me. Id never asked her to. Even if we werent together, like shed sometimes just stop by, give me the lemon candies, than walk off, not a word exchanged lol. And then I was like wait....lemon candy means love yall......like lemon sweets are symbols of romantic and platonic love, kinda like a heart or a rose for me, it’s all interconnected...(i love making things interconnected) and then slowley, I stared calling sweet things and acts ''lemonlove'', so my username is an explanation what lemonlove is, its love! representing what love is, specifically when it comes to acceptance towards myself, and what I want love to be between friends.
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