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three-penguins-in-a-trench-coat · 4 months

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Memory in Stardew Valley is kinda fucked

So, memory in Stardew Valley is almost like a tangible thing, and I wanna talk about it. I mean technically speaking, you can sell it, trade it, swap it, bop it, twist it and so on and so forth. Why do I wanna talk about it? Because I have no social life and the only thing I can feel is the rage of my ancestors as I harvest yet another batch of ancient fruit wine.

Most people know about the Dark Shrine of Memory, the fun statue that wipes your ex's memories for a quick buck. Now that's pretty neat and all, but I think this leads to further interpretation I'm sure Concerned Ape wouldn't think is relevant but I'm gonna push it.

Someone had to put that statue there. I don't think it's the witch, because she has to shell up 30 big ones every time another thirsty wizard comes along. Also, Rasmodius still has his memories of them, and if I were her I wouldn't want a guy like Razzle-Dazzle thinking about her. And it's probably vice-versa, as the witch still curses the town from time to time to spite the purple-haired goblin.

Mr Qi would be a reasonable guess, especially since you have to pay to use it, and he is known to have several marketing schemes around the place, but this one doesn't feel like him. I think there's another powerful creature out and about, they've stumbled across a way to erase memories and are using it for profit. The witch is just a tool behind the mastermind.

On top of the memory shrine, the Dark Shrine of Selfishness also contains a portion of memory magic. No one remembers the children that disappeared. No one except the farmer. Perhaps some immunity comes with being a fallen god, or perhaps it's simply because they're the ones that paid, so they are cursed to forever remember their sin. Either way, considering the fact that two of the statues directly erase memories, there's something interesting going on.

Another aspect of memories that people don't often think about is resetting days. Now this does reach a fair bit into undertale, but I think it applies pretty well here too. Days can loop over and over again, and no one will remember any of them, except for the Farmer. With the knowledge and foresight of what's happening, the Farmer can escape danger and the villagers know no better. There is perhaps only two other people in Stardew who might have an idea of what's going on. The Witch, and Mr Qi.

The witch is obvious, she has the shrines in her house, but from Mr Qi's dialogue, we can gleam an idea of what he may know.

I got to where I am through the force of pure willpower, kid. You see... The mind is a very powerful tool. In fact, it's the most powerful tool in all of reality... and beyond

“Some things transcend time and space, kid. It's a unique feeling in the heart... a whisper of things beyond.”

Now it could be pretty easy to interpret this a hundred different ways, but I want to link it to memory right now. The specific wording states that Mr Qi might be aware of resetting save files and that memories can be erased. I don't think he can alter other people's memories (though we don't know enough about him to be sure), but he may have found a way to keep his own memories safe.

Perhaps it's even how he found the Farmer. One day, he wakes up again, and he knows it's the same day. This happens sometimes, and he's forced to live the same day twice, three times or even more sometimes. He seeks out the source of the issue and stumbles across the farmer. On the surface, they seem like a regular person, until one day, the day resets again and the Farmer acts like they've done it a thousand times, taking every right move in the mines and getting everything they failed to do in the last attempt.

I think Mr Qi would want to keep an eye on someone like that.

From all of this, I have come to a conclusion. The statues present the idea of memory, but they also show that memory magic can be used to accomplish very specific tasks. We've only seen a few examples, but it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say that memory could be distorted a thousand different ways in Stardew. Perhaps none of the memories you have of your neighbour are real, and they never existed before yesterday. Or your parents actually died when you were three and you were raised by the spirits of hell. You actually have the memories of your best friend who died last week. Who knows?

Nothing is real, reality is an illusion.

#there is the possibility I'm overthinking this #but ive never listened to the rational part of my brain before #im not starting now #stardew valley #stardew #sdv #stardew farmer #sdv mr qi #mr qi #stardew theories #stardew theory

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that-basic-simp · 8 months

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Down By The River PT. II

Karlach X Fem! Reader Continuation of Down By The River CW: Mature language, graphic descriptions. WC: 1.9k+

A/N: I apologize for the font change. Tumblr was being a pain in my ass when trying to use the "chat" font. Not to mention it hates when I use that font and try to space things out. So yeah. Thanks for nothing Tumblr. Might just be posting links from now on.

Also thank you @reetriestbr for requesting a Part 2! Sorry if it's shorter than the first one.

Stirring ever so slightly, I blinked my eyes open to find I was resting up against a tree while Karlach's head was resting on my abdomen, her arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled as I ran my hands through her hair, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. Her tail moved back and forth slightly before it curled upwards, the pointed end of her tail almost reaching her back. Blinking her eyes open, I was met with those fire-esque orbs. Leaning up, she placed a quick kiss to my lips.

"Morning, Karlach," I smiled.

"Morning, Y/N."

I leaned back against the tree and she nuzzled her head into my abdomen once more, holding me tightly. I let out a sigh as I continued to run my hand through her hair, feeling how rough it was due to her fire. Not to mention the buzzed part of it. Reaching down, I ran my one hand along her intact horn while the other tapped on the broken one.

"How did you lose your horn?"

"When I was fighting in Avernus," she said, her tail flicking back and forth.

"What was it like? Fighting down there?"

She let out a sigh, hiding her face in my clothing.

"Fucking terrible," she growled.

"I could imagine," I said, my fingers running lightly over the intact horn.

"The worst part about it was fighting for someone who only used me for my strength. I was betrayed by someone who I thought I could trust and what do you know? They sell me off to a bitch who took out my heart."

"You may not have a heart and just an engine now, but that doesn't mean you don't have a heart."

"I think you're a bit confused, Y/N," Karlach chuckled.

"Hear me out, Karlach. You may not physically have a heart, but you have more of a heart than these people who are after you. They want you dead, meaning they're heartless when it comes to other beings of life. While as you, you only want to live while you still can."

Picking her head up, she smiled at me. I leaned down and pecked her lips, feeling the warmth of her internal temperature being raised to where her red flames turned blue. I smiled down at her as she pulled away. I ran my hand across the base of her horn and she let out a soft growl, not quiet like a purr. It certainly wasn't a fierce growl she emitted when talking about Zariel and her time in Avernus. I rubbed the base of her horns and a small whimper came from the base of her throat as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Y-Y/N," she breathed out.

"S-Sorry," I said, pulling my hands away.

Her eyes opened up and she looked into mine, a pleading look appearing.

"P-Please," she said, reaching up to grab my hand.

"Y/N!" I heard someone yell.

Karlach immediately got up and grabbed her axe that was nearby.

"You need to run, Karlach," I said.

"What about you?" she whispered.

"Don't worry about me. Just run."

She pecked my lips real quick before darting off into a different direction as I walked in. Heading to where the voice was calling me, my father was standing there with Wyll and the group of people that were hunting down Karlach.

"There you are, Y/N," my father said.

"H-Hi, dad."

"You remember Wyll, don't you?"

"Y-Yes."

"Pleasure," he smiled. "I'd like to ask you a couple questions."

"O-Of course."

"You seem to be coming in these woods a lot and these are the woods that Tiefling got away in."

"Yes, I do come in here a lot, but it's also the woods behind my house. I tend to come here to clear my head."

"Have you seen any mysterious activity while you come down here?"

"No," I said.

"I see. And when you do come down here, are you this far up the river?"

"Yes. I tend to find myself wandering."

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Head home," my father said.

I nodded and walked past them as they walked further into the woods. What I didn't notice was that they had dogs with them. No. They were going to get her scent. The one sniffed at my pants I was wearing and snarled.

"Hey, down!" one of the men said. "Sorry about that."

"I-It's alright."

I walked back towards the outskirts of the woods, but then I quietly turned around and followed him. One thing my father taught me briefly when we were hunting together, before he found a group to hunt with, was to be quiet on my feet while also being quick. Following the sounds my father and Wyll were making, I heard a dog bark followed by a scream.

"We got her!" Wyll yelled, running.

"Get her! Don't let her get away!" my father ran after Wyll.

I ran after them now, since they were focused on catching Karlach. Running past bushes and dodging low hanging branches, I skidded to a stop as they had her surrounded. There was a large hill that was too steep for her to climb up. And where they were was the area I had saved her. Right by the river. Holding her axe, she bared her fangs at Wyll, my father, and the men who were hunting her down. The dogs were snarling and barking at her, trying to bite her.

"Come on you fuckers!" she yelled. "If you're going to fight me, fight me!"

One of the guys pulled out some rope and spun it around. I acted upon instinct and got out of where I was hiding.

"Karlach!"

"Y/N?" she lowered her guard.

The guy threw the rope towards her and it wrapped around her intact horn. He yanked the rope and she was pulled in that direction, stumbling on her feet as the dogs were getting in the way. She fell onto her knees and swung her axe, getting the dogs to back up. Getting up, another person swung more rope at her, it wrapping around her wrists. The person yanked it in the opposite direction of the first guy, causing the axe to be thrown from her grasp.

"Get the legs now!" my father yelled.

The dogs ran in and started to bite at her legs and even her tail. She let out shouts of pain as she stumbled to the ground, the dogs after her now.

"GET HER!" another guy yelled.

I jumped into the fray and started to beat the dogs off with a large branch. I didn't want to harm them, but hopefully they got the message. They cleared a path as they avoided my hapharzard swings, allowing me to get closer to Karlach.

"Are you ok, Karlach?" I asked, standing above her.

"I've been through worse," she sighed.

"What is the meaning of this, Y/N?" Wyll asked.

"Y/N," my father marched over to me, removing the branch from my hands. "What the hells are you doing?"

"Don't hurt her."

"What? Don't hurt her? Do you even know who she is?"

"Her name is Karlach. Karlach Cliffgate. She has just as much of a right to live, just like all of you standing here."

"She fought in the Blood Wars in Avernus. She is a killer," Wyll said.

"She is not a killer," I said, turning over my shoulder to find her soft eyes looking up at me.

"She is much more than that."

"What are you saying, Y/N?" my father asked.

"Karlach wouldn't hurt a soul unless it was the last thing she had to do. Unless she is forced to hurt another soul. Or unless that soul is heartless and wants to kill her."

"Y/N," my father began.

"Karlach is not the Tiefling you believe her to be. Or had led others to believe her to be. She is just trying to live because who knows how long she has. Her infernal engine, it's the reason she was burning hotter than a furnace. Now she is able to finally touch things without burning them. And you're going to rob her of experiencing that?"

"I was tasked with hunting down and killing Karlach," Wyll began. "I heard reports of her being in this area. That is why I extended the offer to your father, since he is an excellent hunter. Y/N, she must be killed."

"Over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged," someone said, whistling to the dogs.

They all jumped on me and started to attack. I let out yells as their fangs and teeth sunk deep into my skin. I looked up as my father did nothing to help me. I gritted my teeth and fell onto the ground, letting the dogs have easier access to me. I tucked my head close to my chest and covered the back of my head with my hands, trying to protect my neck. I heard a primal growl and some of the guys yelling at one another. The dogs were ripped off of me and thrown towards the men. Karlach stood over me and grabbed her axe from the ground.

"Alright you fuckers!" she yelled. "You take one step closer towards her and you're going to get it!"

Rushing towards her was Wyll, bringing out a sword. Swinging her axe, the blade came into contact with his flesh and tore both of his hands off. They fell onto the ground with a thud and Wyll's scream rang through the once peaceful woods. The men, now seeing Karlach for who she truly was, a warrior, got up and ran off. The dogs followed suit and it was just my father and Wyll. Bending down, she helped me stand up despite the numerous injuries I had sustained. We walked past Wyll and towards my father.

"You don't belong here," my father growled.

"Neither do you," Karlach sneered as we walked towards the house.

As we were getting closer, I was getting weaker and weaker to where Karlach had to carry me back to the house. I took in her warmth as I tucked my face into the crook of her neck. She smiled and nuzzled her cheek against my forehead.

"My hero," she whispered.

"I should be calling you that," I said.

"You were the one who saved me first."

"Then you saved me."

"We saved each other."

I smiled and kissed her jaw before she opened the door to my house. My mother turned and found me bleeding.

"On her bed, dear," my mother said to Karlach.

Karlach walked into my bedroom and set me down. Rushing in, my mother started to tend to my wounds as Karlach slowly backed up towards the door.

"You, don't go anywhere," my mother pointed at her, not even looking in her direction.

"It's ok, Karlach," I said.

"So you're the Tiefling that was giving Y/N's father trouble?" my mother chuckled. "I like it."

"Umm, thank you?" she said.

"There, get your rest, Y/N," my mother kissed my forehead.

Turning she faced Karlach and smiled, "Don't worry. With the two of us here, we won't let her father get close to you. You're safe with us, Karlach."

"Thank you," she said, bowing her head slightly.

My mother walked out of my bedroom and closed the door. Karlach walked over to the small bed and knelt on the ground, taking my bandaged hand in hers.

"I'm not going to go anywhere, Y/N," Karlach said and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Karlach," I leaned over and pressed a long kiss against her lips. I could get used to this.

#karlach x reader #karlach #baldur's gate 3

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dearmailman · 1 year

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Yay! Thank you for responding :)

I would really like to request a writing piece about a Regressor Howdy? It may seem silly but I like to picture him on the Younger/Baby side of regression!

I don't mind fanfic or headcanons, nor who would be a caretaker in this scenario (if anyone at all!), just whatever's easiest on you!

Thank you again Eddie! Seeing your blog on my dash is always enjoyable! :D <3

I might do a fanfic with this too, but here’s some ideas and headcanons for now! Enjoy neighbor!

Howdy is often very stressed out - understandable as he’s the only neighbor with a business to run. He has a lot of trouble slowing himself down, he even talks at 50 mph! Wally, being the most helpful neighbor, noticed this early on. What started as making sure he gets to bed and feeds himself and stops to have fun eventually became caregiving for him.

Howdy nor Wally realized what was happening at first. Just that Howdy would quiet drown and get very sleepy and wide-eyed when Wally took on responsibility instead. Eddie was the one who recognized regression as regression! Wally loved the idea right off the bat - what a perfect way to get his neighbor to take time off!

Wally and Eddie looked at a catalog for baby toys in secret and ordered anything they thought Howdy would love. Howdy was certainly surprised when five entire boxes were delivered to him the next day. He opened them and was quite confused - until Eddie suggested asking Wally what they were for. There were six entire pacifiers, a whole box worth of building blocks, three cuddly blankets, and more - honestly more than Howdy would ever have gotten for himself!

Howdy called Wally, and Wally came to the shop very smug. He was swaying his hips in a “can you blame me?” way the entire time Howdy interrogated him. Wally convinced him to close up early and they went up stairs to his apartment. Wally wrapped him in a blanket (barely big enough for him) and convinced him to try one of the pacifiers. Howdy was very nervous and unsure at first, it was a little embarrassing to let himself be so relaxed and vulnerable. Being in a baby-like mindstate is so comforting, though....

Howdy did relax as the night fell, with Wally chatting at him softly as the sun set, wrapped in blankets and just settling down for a bit. He felt that same mindstate come to him, feeling safe and quiet, not needing to impress anyone or worry about selling things. Just relaxing with someone who cares for him, no responsibility or pressure over his head.

Wally doesn’t talk about memories often, but that night he reminisced about finding a baby caterpillar in an apple outside while the other little neighbors were playing. He laughed and ran his hand over Howdy’s hair, and told him that it’s his favorite memory of the few he has. He reminds Wally of that memory when he lets himself be taken care of.

Howdy was very tired and felt pleasantly foggy and warm. He doesn’t actually remember that, but that’s okay. It’s comforting to know he and Wally have a long history.

Howdy ends up really enjoying pacifiers, they’re soothing and help him relax. Building blocks are great too! It gives all four of his hands something to play with, sometimes building three towers at once.

Even if Wally isn't over that day, Howdy always sleeps with one of the baby blankets - a light blue one with fruits patterned on it. He indulges and lets himself regress every night before bed. Regression is his tool for relaxing and decompressing!

Eddie and Frank also caretake for him sometimes. They’re involved less often since it makes Wally jealous sometimes, but Wally also trusts them as babysitters! Frank reads books about butterflies to him - sometimes asking suspicious questions about caterpillar biology, which makes Howdy laugh. Eddie always does crafts or bakes with him!

Poppy also babysits! She doesn’t understand as much about regression, but she would always care for her neighbors when they need it. Howdy loves her snacks and they’re the perfect size to cuddle each other!

#agere #special delivery #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #age regression #welcome home #fandom agere #agere headcanons #sfw agereg #howdy #welcome home agere

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moriartyluver · 10 months

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XI

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, Lord Moriarty. I have no more regrets. I give this life, to you.."

It had been nearly two years since William and (name) had been married and officially become husband and wife. After their honeymoon in (home country), which wasn't much of a honeymoon due to (name) constantly working to help her parents even though they didn't need her help, they had returned to England and (name) had moved in with William and his brothers, taking Josephine with her.

Currently though, (name) was in (home country). She had been for the past five months now. Alone. Well not entirely alone considering she had her closest aide with her, who was now 18 years of age, (oh how time flies. (Name) felt like a proud mother, and certainly related to her father when he had seen her for the first time in a while when she got engaged) and was there to keep her company. She was quite vague when she described what she would be doing before she left but William had deduced it would have something to do with the diplomatic relations of (home country).

The household had recently felt a lot quieter and silent following (name)'s departure. The sound of (name) and William childishly bickering over ridiculous things — although it was a lot more (name) than william — and Josephine giggling at her lady's behaviour. The nights were also lonely. Although William and (name) had agreed upon separate rooms being used, the two stayed up together frequently until they fell asleep on desks covered in papers and plans beneath the comforting warm candle light.

It wasn't just William who missed their presence though. Albert had missed going to parties full of nobles with (name), which were usually almost obligatory for the nobles with titles or their heirs, as they silently judged everyone. Louis had missed cooking and doing housework with Josephine as they both worried over their brother and mistress respectively and teaching (name), who had no experience in housework, to cook or clean.

"I'm glad I've given you hope. Would you like to try living a little longer?" William asked Michelle who looked slightly confused at his question. "Well to tell you the truth, I received a similar request from Mr baton, saying that if it was to save you, he would gladly lay down his life." He confessed.

The dark haired woman looked at her husband, warmth and comfort enveloping her as she finally realised how much her husband truly cared for her.

"Please remember you have someone dear to you."

Albert and Louis glanced at each other with a knowing look, they had both been thinking the same thing.

"Don't you want some sort of reward..?" Mrs Baton asked, feeling guilty about not having anything to give William in return if she did keep living.

"The country is full of rotten people. I want to create an ideal world for everyone. As per the contract, you may keep your lives." William smiled "Until that day I create that world, you must hold onto your lives dearly. That's an order."

The tears Michelle had been holding back had finally started spill as she gave William a melancholic smile."You stole my reason to die, and gave me a reason to live. For that I am forever grateful. I'll stay with you until my life runs out."

The couple smiled at each other, the slowly fading embers of their marriage suddenly catching flame once more.

"I see you've both made up..." the elderly woman from the market said "young professor, I would like to ask you for your advice..." William nodded for the woman to continue

"Mr baton's grapefruits dont sell well. They're too sour. What should I do?"

William gave the woman a polite smile as he granted her some advice "Let them rest for a while. The sourness should calm down."

As the three brothers left to return to their manor while the sun began to set, Albert spoke up.

"I believe that couple cherish each other dearly..it's certainly a wonder in such a disgusting world that we currently reside in." He said, although his words seemed to be implying a double meaning

A few weeks later, a letter had come in the mail addressed to William from none other than his currently absent wife. He had been receiving letters from her multiple times a week, usually consisting of (name) giving William advice on his crime consultant work or William giving (name) advice on how to deal with certain difficulties she had faced in (home country).

Each morning since she had left, the first thing William would do would be to read his wife's letters and reply almost immediately. It had become routine to him.

William took the letter from Louis with a 'thank you', rather eagerly, but Louis had grown used to his brother's newfound habit now. He opened it quickly and read through it carefully, admiring the little quirks he would see in (name)'s handwriting.

Dear William,

How did the dinner with the Baron go? I'm glad I was able to be of use to you in researching Dublin's heart medication. My father had been on a similar one recently, ( a useful coincidence) which brings me to my next point.

Before you begin writing, I must let you know that you need not reply to another one of my letters. Once this letter arrives, I shall likely be boarding the train to Durham or perhaps I'm already home with you now. Hopefully the ship arrives as soon as possible. Josephine and I are due back in England for, I believe, the 23rd of may, so expect me by Tuesday afternoon.

I apologise once again for missing your birthday, even if you do not feel particularly attached to it. I'm glad the postal services were competent enough to send you my gifts. The cane I had crafted by a sword-smith from (home country) should hopefully be a better alternative to your previous one and a lot more discreet at that. I hope that, along with the rest of the gifts and the money I had sent, are to your taste.

I look forward to seeing you once more,

Yours faithfully,

(Name)

P.s I hope when you say I plague your dreams, you aren't having nightmares of me. I'm not that scary...I think..

William hadn't known the exact date (name) would return from (home country), in fact he feared she wouldn't return at all. Coincidentally, this day in particular was the Tuesday that (name) would return to England. Thankfully he had cancelled his lecture for the day so he would be able to greet his wife at the train station in the afternoon. (Name)'s room was already set out for her, beside William's and above Josephine's room downstairs, so the preparations for her to return were already complete despite her visit to her place of birth being indefinite. If he were to use the excuse that he hadn't had his lunch yet, he could probably convince (name) to dine with him after settling into Durham.

"Brother? Are you alright? You've been staring at the letter for the past five minutes..did something happen to Lady (name)?" Louis asked with concern. He had grown to like his sister-in-law ,despite her multiple attempted murders against William, and would hate for anything negative to happen to her.

William turned to Louis and smiled "(name)'s perfectly fine. She's returned to England and is currently taking the train to London along with Miss Evans."

Louis returned the smile and nodded "I'm glad."

"William!"

(Name) waved and ran towards her husband at the train station, with Josephine following behind, repeatedly telling her to calm down. Of course, she didn't listen and continued until she tripped over her own undone shoelace.

William caught her in his arms and helped her regain her composure, allowing her to stand up straight whilst a breathless Josephine caught up.

"I..Hah..told you..my lady..you shouldn't ru..run.." she put her hands on her knees as she tried to steady her breath.

"My apologies, you're alright, aren't you, William?" (Name) asked her smiling husband who chuckled.

"I'm fine, dear. How was your journey?" He asked before noticing her undone shoelace. He sat (name) down nearby on a bench and kneeled down to tie his wife's shoelace, despite her protests before standing up and holding out his arm for her to take while they walked home.

As the couple walked back, William had filled (name) in on the case in the paper he had read of and what he had planned to do regarding it, along with informing her of the return of Moran and Fred. He had also thanked her for the birthday gifts (which were a large variety of things. William had to turn down having (name) buy him a brand new estate along with many other extravagant gifts.) she had sent him in her absence.

William had learnt, in his year of knowing (name), that she expressed her affection mainly through gift giving, so he would find it difficult to reject any extravagant gifts she would send, but the had advised her not to do instead, her main gift this year had been a little cane with a sword hidden inside. It was specially crafted and designed which he had appreciated very much and it was possibly his favourite birthday gift he had ever received. (Name)'s gifts usually held that title.

Once they had returned home and been guided to their designated rooms, William had asked (name) out to eat.

(Name) normally would have refused anything remotely romantic, but she was tired and hungry and she had promised William she would go to eat at a café or restaurant with him in exchange for missing his birthday, and besides, he was tired and he hadn't had his lunch yet. She couldn't turn him down after being gone for five months.

"I've only been here for a couple of hours but I already like Durham.." (name) said as the waiter brought them their meal "Considering we're the only noble family, it means we have more opportunities to interact with the commoners, who are a lot more down to earth than even the kindest nobles."

William nodded with a smile as he cut his fried egg "We've made some good allies in this town.." he said "All the more reason to continue making this world a better place."

"Indeed..Colonel Moran and Fred are to arrive by the evening, correct?" She asked before she sipped on her tea

"The plan has already been set in motion..everything should go according to plan.." William said "How staying with your parents, pleasant, I assume?"

"It was..father was ill for a while, although I already wrote about that in my letters," (name) said as she moved the food around on her plate "I suppose it was rather stressful though..my father works as an advisor for the royals of (home country) and so does my mother, but because he wasn't able to attend any meetings, I had to go in his stead.."

"I'm sure you did wonderfully," her husband glanced at her player and then back at his. Hers was still full of the meal she had ordered whereas his was nearly empty. "Are you feeling alright, love? You haven't eaten much.."

(Name) sighed and nodded "I'm fine..just don't have much of an appetite right now..I ate a lot on the train anyways and the journey was rather tiring"

Of course, William easily saw through this lie, but didn't directly address it and instead took her fork, picked up some of her food and flew it to her mouth, as if he were feeding a child.

"What the.." (name) muttered, leaning away. "I'm not an infant, I can feed myself."

William gave a teasing smirk "Oh, but my darling (name), you seem so tired, I, as your ever so loving husband, should help you."

The fork was still hovering against (name)'s mouth. She rolled her eyes "Not even half a day back with you and you still find a way to irritate me beyond measure" she opened her mouth, allowing William to feed her.

While she was chewing, she watched as an old lady approached them while they sat outside with a smile.

"Ah, young professor, who's this lovely lady?" She asked. It seemed she already knew him, although not enough to recognise (name) as his wife.

William held (name)'s hand in his own and smiled politely "This is my wife, I've already mentioned her previously."

The old woman's eyes widened as she looked over to the grumpy woman, who had instantly put on a facade of an elegant and loving wife and smiled. "So this is her? The famous Lady (name) Moriarty?"

(Name) smiled and looked confused "Huh- I mean, pardon?"

Ms Suzanne looked at the woman and bowed with a mischievous smile "Your husband has mentioned you a few times, he seems to very fond of you.."

(Eye colour) eyes widened then quickly returned to their previous state, flickering over to William who was avoiding eye contact. "Is that so?" She hummed with smile, masking her true intentions which were to tease William all the way home as revenge for feeding her.

Once their little date was over (with (name) pestering William regarding what he had been saying about her to the villager, yet he refused to answer, clearly flustered. Now she understood why William would tease her often, (name) realised, it was incredibly entertaining to see the reaction of the other party.

After having killed Dudley Bale, the Durham University treasurer and landowner for the sake of avenging Frida, William returned home late that night, along with Moran and Fred who had now both been taken in under the guise of being servants.

Thankfully, he had thought, there wasn't any blood on his clothes, so returning didn't cause any issues in terms of being discreet. The door to William's office was open, a slim crack between the door and the door flame, allowing the candlelight to shine through. A pale hand reached over to push the door open slowly, only to see a sleeping (name) at his desk. There was a copy of Twelfth Night that had fallen onto the floor, clearly dropped by his wife when she drifted off to sleep. He kneeled down beside her and nudged her slightly, hoping to wake her up so he could take her to bed and ask why she was there.

(Name)'s eyelashes fluttered open to reveal her (eye colour) eyes. She looked over at William and yawned tiredly "You're finally back.." she muttered

"Were you waiting for me?" He asked as (name) stretched and took her book that William was handing to her.

(Name) glared at him and returned his smile with an irritated frown "of course not..I was just reading and looking at some of the stuff you have planned for the next few weeks.."

"Ah you were just sitting in my office for no particular reason?" William chuckled and helped her up "we can discuss plans another time. You must be tired from travelling so much recently.."

" 'm not tired.." (name) was saying before being interrupted by another yawn.

"Do you want me to carry you to bed?" The blond teased "Or would you rather have me hold you in my arms whilst you sleep?"

"Hey remember what Ms Suzanne said earlier today?" The noble lady retorted, referring to the incident earlier that day "What is it you were saying, dear professor? You seem to be quite fond of your wife, sir."

"Enough of that..." Came William's stern reply, his grin now turning into a straight and annoyed face, as if their dynamic had completely swapped.

"Oh but professor, how could you say such a thing to your darling wife!"

BONUS:

The amount of servants in the Moriarty manor was slowly increasing... but..

"Hey Louis! The booze's already empty here!" Called a gruff voice. Louis turned to moran, trying to hold back his annoyance

"Mr Moran, are you feeling like a guest here..?" Louis asked the man who was lounging around on the sofa, drinking beer.

Moran smirked "What? Isn't it obvious"

Louis looked down at him "in this house, those who don't work aren't regarded as human by us." He said bluntly. A snort could be heard from a certain brunette who was cleaning a glass cabinet with a duster.

"What?!"

The blond sighed "Brother Albert is working in the military , Brother William's teaching at the university, Josephine is already good at housework and sister..I mean Lady (name) does her fair share of chores despite not being used to it while she waits for a job from Durham." Louis said "and even Fred is tending to the garden."

Moran looked out of the door to see Fred crouched besides a rose bush.

"He even picked up bullets at the bridge last night.."

"Wait I didn't come here to work as a servant!! Moran looked surprised and went to the patio where (name) and William sat together with a cup of tea. "(Name)! You're the mistress of the house! Say something...!"

"I could care less." She said, not even batting an eye as she elegantly rose her teacup to her lips. Another (louder) snort was heard.

Moran turned to her husband "William! We swore it in front of the tomb, right?!"

William smiled "Of course Moran, I'm going to hire you."

"Huuuuuh?!" Cue an even louder laugh.

"We'll take everything step by step, right?" William reasoned "so please help Louis until the next job comes"

"In the end that's still the same!!"

Louis guided the semi-drunk man away "Now come on, Mr Moran."

A/N: finally moving onto the main plot hehe. Fl seems to have warmed up to liam over the nearly two years they’ve been married aww. Of course nothing is ever easy when I’m the author so I wonder what fate may befall fl in the next few chapters 👀 😈

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader

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Wicked Game

Wrote this because the sad from losing my cat had to be turned into something else. It's a lead-in to my Post-Sun-Ending fic I'll be posting once it's complete. I'll also be posting this to ao3 at some point but figured I'd let y'all read it first.

Kerry didn't even want to go to the party at Bess' place. A strange thing, considering Kerry's profession and his normal need to be social, to mingle. Or maybe that was his 'old normal'. These days, Kerry was more content with staying at home, either writing more music or laying down new tracks for the album. Or just sitting on the couch watching some shitty sitcom, wishing the empty spot next to him wasn't so damn empty.

Kerry put on his favorite vest, then checked himself out in the mirror. His eyeliner was on point, his hair flawlessly styled as usual. He sighed and shook his head though.

"Why am I doing this again?" He asked himself out loud.

He could almost hear Vince's reply.

Because you know as well as I do that moping here ain't gonna do you any good, Vince would have told him, if he were there and not somewhere in space.

"But going to a party and getting loaded is gonna do me good?"

He once again could imagine how Vince would reply to such a question. The two of them so close, so in-tune with one another.

You know you ain't gonna get loaded. You probably won't even stay that long. But you need a distraction. So go, enjoy yourself. Don't shut yourself off from people again, Ker. Don't need you regressing back to the state of mind I found you in. You've come so far. I'll be home before you miss me.

Kerry sighed and rolled his eyes, smirking at himself in the mirror. "Fine. I'll go. For you. K?"

The party was pretty low-key. A bunch of Bess' journalist friends, but Denny was there too, as were some other musicians. Kerry found himself mingling among his fellow music makers, as he found most journalists to be boring and he was suspicious of their intentions when talking to him. The musicians hung out in the living room, on the leather couch. Kerry talked shop with them and gave a little insight into his latest album, but mostly he listened. Or at least tried to. Found his mind wandering here and there. And it always wandered to the same place. The same man, the one who was billions of miles away, up in orbit about to do something for some shady guy who may not even be trustworthy, to begin with. Fuck.

An elbow in his rib from Denny brought Kerry away from his thoughts and back to the party. She motioned him to look ahead with her neck. He saw Bess standing there with a guitar in her hands. It was an acoustic guitar and one that Kerry remembered all too well. One of his old ones from back in Samurai's earlier days. He never played with it on the stage, but he used it for writing songs here and there. He recalled selling it to some collector a few years after they got bigger. Bess handed it off to him. "Look familiar?" Bess mused with a smirk.

Kerry was wearing a grin as he looked the instrument over, turning it about in his hands. He looked up at Bess. "Where'd you find this relic?" He asked.

Bess shrugged. "Some collector died and it was among his things at an estate sale. Figured I'd bring it back to its original owner."

Kerry raised an eyebrow. "For real?"

She nodded. "This relic helped you get to where you are today. Deserves to be displayed with your other axes, don't you think?"

Kerry positioned the guitar on his lap. He gave it a strum, frowned, and then tuned the strings individually, his hearing cyberware helping tremendously. The guitar was now perfectly tuned. Kerry looked around at the musicians with a smirk. "Any requests?"

"Still remember Wicked Game?" Bess piped up.

Kerry chuckled and rolled his eyes. He learned how to play that song for Bess back when she went by Nance, after she hounded him for a whole month to do it. She tried to get Johnny to do it, but he was far more stubborn than Kerry and she knew it. Why she loved that song so much, Kerry would never know, but Bess had some very odd taste in music. He thought for a moment, then reached over to the coffee table and picked up the drink he'd been nursing, finishing it off with a big gulp, wincing as the whiskey warmed his throat up good. He put his fingers on the frets, then started strumming, the intro to Chris Isaak's song echoing off the walls, causing lingering conversations to pause. And Kerry now realized that he had an audience, and he smiled and started to croon the lyrics.

World was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do….

And Kerry began to see flames dancing all around them and he was back in Kovachek's yacht. Vince was in front of him, legs spread as he sat up on the top of one of the couches. Kerry standing on top of the couch, fucking him, his hand on the back of Vince's neck. The other man's expression that of elation, desire before a playful slap stung Kerry's face.

And I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you, and I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you…

Seeing Vince for the first time, in control of his body. Kerry recalled the kid's eyes. When Johnny had been in control, Vince's eyes were dull and darker. When he woke up after collapsing on the floor, his eyes were bright and young, the emerald green emitting a friendlier aura within them. Those emerald eyes showing confidence but a little sadness when Kerry looked into them before Vince got into the Del cab and went off to do what he needed to do.

And I don't wanna fall in love….And I don't wanna fall in love….with you…

Too fucking late for that, Kerry thought as he played. He was in love. And he was worried about Vince, even though he knew Vince was resourceful and smart and tough as all hell. He kept strumming and then went into the next verse.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you…

His drive home from the Samurai concert, thinking about Vince and how he might have done the wrong thing just leaving him there like that. Their first official coffee date, where they talked until closing at Caliente's. Kerry realizing that these feelings were not going away anytime soon. Going for the kiss at his place after breaking the kid's nose. An emotional mess began to stir within Kerry. He was feeling everything. Happiness at being able to move on from Johnny, but the bitterness of knowing Vince was still sick, and he wasn't within reach, and the fear of him not coming back at all due to some unforseen circumstances. His throat felt like it was getting smaller, but his hands never faltered on the instrument and he didn't miss a note. As he sang, his voice became louder, more full of emotion.

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you…

Sitting with Vince after their first time together, after Vince's first time with anyone. Hands interlaced, Vince's head on his shoulder. Then and there, Kerry knew he had found someone worth staying around for and someone who was different, someone who just made him want to do better and be better. Kerry's voice got a little softer as he sang the chorus. He could feel so many eyes on him and as much as he loved performing, he almost wished they would stop paying attention to him. And yet, the show must go on and so it did. He repeated the first verse again, feeling his throat becoming more restricted but that only made him sing with more ferocity. He needed to finish the song, to conclude the performance, even if his heart was feeling heavier by the second. All he wanted was for Vince to be home again, back in his arms again. Safe and unharmed. His fingers were aching from pressing on the strings so hard, but he kept playing. Then he felt the tingling sensation before tears start to form in your eyes. He was at the end of the song.

Nobody. Loves No one.

The journalists and the musicians all clapped as the final notes of the guitar echoed through the living room. Kerry nodded, feeling the tears begin to climb into his eyes. He handed the guitar off to Denny and excused himself from the couch. He walked quickly and found the sliding door that led to the balcony, pulled it open, and stepped outside. The air outdoors was no better than the air inside, but it was less constricting. He took a breath and approached the railing, leaning against his elbows as he looked up at the stars, his eyesight briefly blurred by tears that he blinked away and freed. They slithered down his cheeks. His heart felt like it was about to drop from his body, feeling heavier than the densest material known to man. He was really missing Vince this evening. He lowered his head and heard the sliding door open and then close, a pair of soft footsteps coming towards him. Bess settled next to him. She looked up at the stars.

"You miss him don't you," Bess asked, then looked over at Kerry. "That merc of yours?"

Kerry nodded, fresh tears falling down his face. He sniffled. "He ain't been gone that long and yet it feels like it's been a month. Pretty fucking pathetic, right? An old man like me pining for his younger mainline like this?"

Bess lit up a cigarette and blew out a plume of smoke. "Well, at least you're no longer holding a candle for some gonk who was never going to return your feelings. Thought you would never get over Johnny. I'm glad you have, and I'm glad you found someone who's just as crazy about you as you are about him."

Kerry sighed as he wiped his face on his forearm. "Just want him back home. Been trying to keep busy, but during those times when there's a lul…sucks. Badly."

Bess sighed and nodded as she rubbed her shoulder against Kerry's. "V will be fine. He's one of the best mercs in all of Night City. At least that's what I've been told by countless people as of late."

"He's Night City's bad boy," Kerry mused with a smirk. "And he's all mine."

"Come on back to the party."

Kerry yawned and shook his head. "Actually, think I'll delta. Kind of feeling wiped out."

Bess smirked. "You really have gotten old, haven't ya?"

"Fuck off Bess," Kerry growled, but then laughed. "Can still keep up with the twenty-somethings in this city."

Bess shook her head, but gave Kerry a hug and a kiss on his cheek before returning to the party. Kerry lingered for a moment longer on the balcony. He took another glance up at the sky and smiled. Vince always told him that star-gazing was something they ought to do more often together. Perhaps once he gets home, they will. The stars were more visible at Kerry's villa, which would mean weekend trips back there. And maybe, just maybe, Kerry would endure the badlands for a whole weekend. Fuck, he definitely would if Vince asked.

Kerry left the party quietly grabbing his re-acquired guitar, and drove home. He got into the big and quiet penthouse and placed his acoustic guitar in the studio, then stripped down and got into the shower. He just stood there, under the hot steamy water, letting his mind wander. He really despised showering alone, especially now. He sighed with annoyance at his predicament and washed, then turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack, drying himself off and getting into bed naked, the blanket on top of his lower body. He closed his eyes, but sleep did not claim him. He rolled onto his side and tried again with diminishing results. The other side was less successful. Kerry balled his hands into fists and slammed them on the mattress, growling in frustration. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, checking the time. Three in the morning. Fuck. He sadly grinned at the lock screen on his phone. Vince, giving him a smirk and laying on his stomach on their bed, very much naked. One of the many sexy pics Kerry had of him that he rotated for his lock screen every couple of weeks. He unlocked his phone and pressed the icon for Vince's phone and waited. It rang. And rang. And rang again. Kerry's heart lurched as it went to voicemail. But he decided he needed to get things off his chest, so he started talking.

"Hey Vince," He said, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's three in the goddamn morning and I can't sleep so thought I'd…thought I'd give you a call, even if I have to ramble to your fuckin voicemail."

Kerry could feel the emotional lump in his throat begining to rise. He sighed and tried to swallow it down. "I know you said you'd be home before I could miss you," Kerry uttered a weak chuckle. "Well, I think you failed in your mission cuz…Fuck…Babe, this is hard as shit right now…I can't--"

He stopped himself for a moment as his voice began to tremble and large tears fell down his face. He wiped them away and cleared his throat.

"Just…just get back here in one piece..please," Kerry begged as a few sobs slipped out of his throat. "I…I love you…Never forget that…fuck…I'm gonna hang up now. I love you Vince."

With a shaking hand, Kerry ended the call. And wept.

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Bracket F Round 1

Poll 30

Vix (@awakeindeath) vs. Ophelia Rowan (@apolemiasiphonophore)

379. Vix (@awakeindeath)

She/her

They may be relatively new to my mind, but they are a resilient thief in a sci fantasy adventure story I'm publishing over in Kindle vella (the Dark Heart by j peterson). She's smart, funny, and definitely in over her head with space pirates and robot gangsters around every corner.

She may also be dating her new gnoll gf and hasn't really come to terms with a relationship based on adrenaline yet.

She's short, with blue hair and bright eyes. She dresses in old clothes, all that she could afford. Everything on her is old and worn, except her blaster, which everyone thinks is too big for her. She disagrees, of course. She's thin from growing up on the streets, strong from climbing into buildings she doesn't belong in, and moves in darting motions like a mouse.

380. Ophelia Rowan (@apolemiasiphonophore)

he/she

i'm not good at trying to talk about my characters like this so i've mostly written her backstory, which got kinda long. whoops!! here's some quick points of interest though, if you don't wanna read all that:

-HUBRIS -he's an astronaut! -experiences....ominous visions.... -most of his writing takes place when he's 31 and older -gay divorced. maybe not legally, but emotionally. who likes divorce here raise your hand please -where's your rage??? where's your fucking rage???? -SEINFELD CHARACTER I MOST ASSOCIATE WITH HIM: george costanza. they are actually very very different in personality, but often i find when i see lines from him posted out of context on tumblr, it becomes very easy to insert ophelia. sorry. -TMA FEAR IDEAS FOR HIM, IF YOU'RE INTO THAT SORT OF THING: the stranger? the spiral?? the vast??? there's lots of options! you could probably even argue the hunt at a certain point, if you want! -i like him :)

ophelia has a LOT to prove, especially to herself. her story begins in the distant, futuristic year of 1994. ophelia was left alone for over a year on a failing space station orbiting a dying star, fighting for her life to live to see a rescue party. she saved the lives of her crewmates, who had all entered cryosleep to conserve resources--but ophelia herself didn't technically survive. the rescue party found her dead near the destroyed life support system.

but after freezing her and taking her back to earth, ophelia is revived! yippeee!!! when she's asked about the life support system, all she remembers is having a near-death hallucination about the sun speaking to her, telling her they can both make it out of this alive. weird... :/ oh well that probably doesn't mean anything it's fine. life is far from simple for her back on earth, though. she discovers she's become a sort of celebrity--when the news broke that a rescue party was needed, all eyes on earth turned to her plight.

now that she's recovering on earth, ophelia has to face the strange perceptions that developed of her. her traumatic experience has been turned into a point of debate about space travel, conspiracies about the company she works for, picking apart the "political" aspects of who she is over what she's accomplished--even a movie for entertainment purposes, with a shocking, tragic ending depicting her death. ophelia doesn't like these perceptions of her, not one bit. who is this ultra-feminine woman, sobbing over the cryosleep pod of some random man they made up for movie plot purposes? is this supposed to make her more relatable, easier to SELL as an image? what's this fascination with seeing her weakened, traumatized, and desperate for human contact??

ten years fly by as ophelia reconnects to life on earth. her image has largely been forgotten and discarded; sometimes, she might talk about safety at space camps for kids or at space tech companies, but usually, she's left to her own devices. that is, until she's approached by celebrity billionaire preston young, ceo of a tech company with a shaky reputation. she has no respect for him and might ordinarily walk away, but her interest is piqued when he tells her he can offer her EXACTLY what she's wanted all these years: a second chance to prove herself. legality be damned, she can go on a real, genuine solo mission into space--but at what cost? what does preston want to accomplish, and how much will ophelia let slide for her own interests? well you can't find out because i'm not done writing yet. i hope you like her though! :)

ophelia is a white...woman-ish...person, and is relatively short and fat. under ideal circumstances, he'll normally be pretty muscular, too, and prefers to keep his hair very short--sometimes he buzzes it all off completely, but other times, he'll grow it out just a tad and shave one side. his hair is a relatively light brown with a wavy texture. he can grow a very light and patchy amount of facial hair, too, and very easily forgets to shave.

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket f #379 vix #380 ophelia rowan

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TOYAH IN RITZ NEWSPAPER MAGAZINE MAY 1985

By Antonia Willis Toyah's video for her new single "Don'T Fall In Love (I Said)" shows a raunchy, aggressive side on a woman who enjoys and encourages a reputation for walking a bit on the wild side. She also likes to project an image of quiet domesticity and is happy to talk about evenings at home doing sewing whilst her boyfriend of five years standing watches TV. This is a false image - as indeed is the other. She is, above all, a dedicated woman. I suspect there is little life for Toyah outside her work. Her appearance is as much as publicity requirement as a personal expression, and despite the mane of red hair and the purple eye-shadow the first adjective that springs to mind is not outrageous or striking, but simply pretty. She is self-effacing, and eager to be taken seriously. The old days of Toyah as a hell-raiser and well and truly over. I expect that she was probably much more fun to know then but a certain amount of "fun" has to be sacrificed in the pursuit of success.

I asked her is she felt she had become more professional in the part year ... TOYAH: Yes, definitely. Until recently I was aiming for a kind of superficial fame than for a standard of work. Then I sat down and thought about what I wanted out of life. I wanted to be remembered as a singer and as an actress. I wanted privacy. I wanted health - I've given up meat and alcohol - and I wanted lasting success. What attracted you most: fame or money? TOYAH: Oh, fame. No doubt about that. When the band first made it we didn't know what had hit us. We didn't even collect our cheques. We were so poor that we walked to the BBC, for Top Of The Pops ... I've got myself organised now. I've got plenty of money, but not much time to spend it. When you do have time to relax and enjoy your millions, how would you like to live? TOYAH: I'd like a great big country mansion with helicopter pad and a swimming pool and every room decorated as a different style. There would be an Art Deco room, a Georgian Room, an Elizabethan room ... I rewind slightly before this nightmare vision. What period would you actually like to live in? TOYAH: Oh, 2400 AD. By then we'll have sorted all our problems out. I think we'll all live away from cities. There won't be any wars, technology will be so advanced as to hidden and there will be no prejudice. What makes you think this will happen? TOYAH: For a start, people will travel more and more, and get to know what each other are like. They won't care so much about their own political systems.

Do you have any political instincts to change the world? TOYAH: No, I'm very politically naive. I read all the papers - from the Guardian to the Mail - but I just can't make up my mind. I think you change people by giving them a sense of pleasure; by entertaining them. You are obviously irrepressibly optimistic. Why? TOYAH: Partly because I'm not worried about what happens to us all when we die. You see, I know that there is some kind of parallel world that we just drift into. I realised this when I once heard my Dad say that he was frightened of dying and I just couldn't see why. Are you still close to your family? TOYAH: Yes. They always laugh about things. When I first dyed my hair, my Mum got a bit uptight and clocked me - I had dyed it white at the back and she thought it had all been shaved off. But when I let it grow back to its normal colour last year, she told me to dye it back. "You'll never sell your records looking like that" - she said. Did you have a wild time in Birmingham? TOYAH: Oh, indeed I did. I was in punch-ups all the time. It's much more normal up there. I got a big shock once, though, when I was twenty. I went out drinking with my first boyfriend, and there was this fight in the pub. I lashed out all over the place, and then went home and passed out. The next day I went round to see my boyfriend; his nose was broken and there was blood all over the sheets. "Oh My God!" I said. "Who did that to you?" "You did", he answered. So I've been a bit careful ever since. I've learnt to keep my mouth shut, for a start.

Is that a quality your find yourself in need of? TOYAH: It is. People bother me all the time. For instance, after I came back from France after filming "The Ebony Tower", the press kept wanting to get me to tell them bits of unpleasant gossip about Laurence Olivier (above with Toyah, Greta Scacchi and Roger Rees) But here simply isn't any, you know - he is truly one of the most kind and remarkable people I've met. Did you become very close to him while you were living together on the set? TOYAH: I saw him a lot, because I used to stay behind at the chateau while Greta and everybody else went off to the town; it was incredibly provencial, and my red hair attracted a certain amount of hostile attention. So I couldn't go out much, and Laurence Olivier used to stay behind to keep me company. He was like that; truly considerate. Did you feel at tall tempted to identify with the part of "Freak" in "The Ebony Tower"? TOYAH: No, not at all. It was just apart. The chateau had an incredibly seductive atmosphere, though. I almost cried when I left. What's your next big project? TOYAH: I'm going to tour again. I want to get back to the music world; it's important for me to juggle the two careers. I'm going to tour America, where I've never been. We're going to do both coasts, but I'm not sure about middle America. I wonder how you'd go down there. Last time I was in Texas the best selling song was "Drop-kick Me Jesus Through The Goalposts Of Life" TOYAH: Yes, that sort of thing's really pagan. I'm looking forward to the west coast, though. Won't you find it exhausting?

TOYAH: I expect I will. I always lose the upper range of my voice during the last few days of a tour, and that really scares me. It's like asking a guitarist to go on stage with only two strings.

How do you like to relax when it's all over? TOYAH: I paint, or just sit in the garden thinking. And sometimes - not often - I like a good night out on the town. The other day I went to the White Elephant Club, then on to Tramp, and I loved it.

There were a lot of press people, though, and that makes me a bit nervous. The media operates under its own rules, and they are very tough.

Did you ever feel you've been misrepresented?

TOYAH: There are times when I can't even recognise myself in the things that have been written ... but I don't particularly mind. Life's so busy and if you need publicity, you take the knocks. I enjoy myself. We all have a certain amount to put up with and I have a lot less of that than most.

I could believe it; there was something quite disarming about her which probably stemmed from the fact that she was so obviously enjoying life.

"We all thrive on pleasure", she said. "But you have to work at knowing what gives you the greatest enjoyment. It's not drugs, or sex, or parties for me. It's my acting and singing and when I'm too old to do either of those, I'll paint. It's a good life."

#toyah #toyahwillcox #toyahinterview #thetoyahwillcoxinterviewarchive #the toyah willcox interview archive #toyah1985 #toyahmagazine

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You say people can tell you about hyperfixations so be prepared to hear about 1964-1966 Addams Family tv show >:3

First: common misconceptions about the Addams Family-

“They like murder” they don’t! They do not condone violence, or anything non-consensual in their house. They may enjoy certain torture devices to relax, and the kids can chase each other around, but if someone doesn’t like it, it has to stop, and they don’t condone violence against monsters being presented as heroic, as seen in episode one

“They hate normal people!” Incorrect, they simply believe that they, as Addamses, are the epitome of normalcy, and that they seem to have a habit of running into “odd” people, like Mr Hilliard (a reoccurring character who is terrified of the Addams’). In fact, they happen to try their best with every “normal” person they meet, though it often fails comedically

“Gomez and Fester are brothers” no!!! That became cannon in the 90s! In the 60s Fester was Morticia’s uncle, and the twin brother of her mother, Hester Frump. Of course this makes Fester not an Addams, but his actual surname is unknown

“Wednesday is an outcast in her family and out” I genuinely have no clue how this came to be. Wednesday was the most Addams of the kids. While Pugsly was still very distinctly Addamsy, he had tendencies that lent more to the normal side. He was the blond haired, bright eyed kid of the Addams, and even in one episode went through a “normal” phase (joining the Boy Scouts, adopting a puppy, calling his parents mom and dad instead of mother and father, etc). Wednesday, however, is extremely Addams

Now, onto fun factssssssss

The actor for Lurch (Ted Cassidy) also was the primary actor for Thing! He only let someone else do it if Thing and Lurch were in a scene together.

Cassidy actually switched from left to right for Thing, to see if anyone would notice, so now there’s inconsistency between episodes.

Morticia and Gomez met when they were in their twenties, as their mothers were arranging a marriage between Gomez and Morticia’s older sister, Ophelia. Gomez was a sickly, cowardly man at this point, and Morticia wasn’t exactly taking the lead role we see her in for the rest of the show. They brought out the best in each other :3

Morticia’s iconic dress is her wedding dress!

Wednesday has a black widow that she named Homer, for its tendency to roam and explore

Pugsly has an octopus named Aristotle (though, in 2019 the animated movie renamed it Socrates for unknown reasons)

Unlike more recent adaptations, Wednesday was the youngest, at 6 years old, and Pugsly’s age was very inconsistent, but fluctuated between 8 and 10.

Their eccentric house decor was based of off the apartment of Addams family creator, Charles Addams

That is all for now :3 thank you ^-^

How did you know I love the Addams Family? This is delightful 😍😍😍

I remember watching the TV show with my dad when I was younger and just being in love with it. Even now, when I run tours at the store I work at, I have a couple of Addams Family themed jokes. (It's this place called Jungle Jim's, it's a massive eccentric international grocery store. We have a case for "exotic meats" and occasionally we do actually sell Yak burgers. I have not tried one though, because I don't like the texture of ground meat...)

I knew a few of these, but I have to say I'm really surprised that people thought Wednesday was an outcast?? I would never assume that???

Have you seen the Addams Family musical? 😍😍 That is sort of about Wednesday *feeling* like an outcast because she's fallen in love with a very "normal" boy from a "normal" family. Now the info about that misconception makes me wonder how the script writers came up with the show 👀👀

Also having twins named Hester and Fester had to be terrible if someone in the house had a cold and couldn't hear right 🤣 I'm already terrible with names, I'd never keep them straight.

Thank you for all the info 😍😍😍 I love it all!

#warcats answers #new friend #infodump #infodump to me #warcats happy tag

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F, G, and T for the fic asks?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Hmm. For this question I'm going to go back a decade to a 2012 fic of mine, Timorous Dreams (Richard III/Anne Neville). Warning for canon-typical ableism in the below excerpt:

“You were glad enough,” he replied, quick as a viper, “to come to the bed of your husband’s murderer, dear wife. Curious that your conscience should trouble you now.”

Fury made her tremble. “I have not forgiven you, Richard, and you are a fool if you think I have. You remember my curses; I did not feign when I pronounced them.”

“What are you then, too weak to dare your own revenge? Oh, you may be sure that I believe in your hatred, when you moaned my name so prettily the other night -”

“Do you ever listen? I did not say that I hate you, but only that I have not forgiven what you did. I meant my curses and still do, but I shall not be the agent of their fulfillment. It is not for me to decide your punishment. I married you for love, but now -”

“But now? I am the same man you married, Anne. If I am a murderer now, then I was so then.”

“There is a difference between killing grown men who can defend themselves and slaughtering children. To kill a child is monstrous -”

“Monstrous deeds,” he told her, his voice suddenly cold and hard as stone, “are fitting to a monster such as I.”

Anne tried to gentle her voice, in fear and in compassion. “I have never thought you a monster, my lord. Ask yourself whether I ever have held your deformity against you.”

He stepped close to her then, his heel of his bad leg thudding dully on the floor, grabbing her hair in his hands. “It was my skill that made you forget my ugliness, lady. I remember how I slowly dripped my honeyed words onto your revulsion until it melted into desire. Do you think I have forgotten your insults then? Foul toad, you called me, diffused infection of a man. You thought me a monster ere ever I ever made you think you loved me.”

His breath was hot upon her face, and, for the first time in their marriage, Anne feared that Richard might hit her. But she kept her voice even.

“Yet still, I chose to marry you. You may argue that your flattery addled my wits or blinded my eyes, but there was nothing to prevent my refusal of your suit. The opinion of all the world would have been with me. I chose you, husband.”

There are a number of reasons why I am proud of this scene. Writing dialogue in Shakespeare fic is always difficult because I don't want to try to outright match his language, which would be a hubristic and foolish task, but I do want to give some light echoes of it in a modern idiom, enough that there's some feeling of continuity (this is my method for writing in any historical canon, actually); I think I got that pretty effectively here.

This scene is also one in which I have to take a stand, from a characterization standpoint, on some of the most notorious ambiguities in these characters' relationship. RIII is a gloriously porous and malleable text, and in some ways any certain answer on what the hell is going on for Anne is always going to be a let down; but I like the version of her that I wrote here, and I think this scene does a lot to sell that. I love love love getting to write scenes where characters who have tangled and fraught emotional entanglements with each other get to outright name tensions between them, and this was a very gratifying example of that to write.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

From start to finish, almost always.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

In a different by related vein to my objection to guilty pleasure as a category, I also don't love complaining publicly about fandom tropes at this stage of my life. I don't know, I just want people to write whatever they want to write, even if I don't myself like it? There's certainly stuff that gets on my nerves, and there's a lot that I'm not particularly interested in reading and a ton more that I would never write myself (as people who read my fic may have noticed, I have a pretty limited range of things I write myself). I mean, I reserve the right to go right back to complaining later, but that's just not where I am right now.

Wait, maybe I'll say that I can't stand those content warnings that go out of their way to apologize for engaging with problematic content, or that give some kind of sickly sweet assurance to potential readers who have experience trauma that they are strong or whatever? That's a weird thing I've been noticing recently, and I'm sure it comes from a place of anxiety that I am sympathetic to, but also I find it extraordinarily off-putting.

#sorry if this is incoherent I've had another long day #charmerionwrites #my writing #meme #fan fiction

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boricuacherry-blog · 4 months

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The 28-year-old embraces her Afro-Latinidad with her culture, her style, her music and her name.

But for the six years she was on the show, Amara says she was the only dark-skinned child in the cast and that producers would always place her either way in the back of the stage or smack in the middle "like a bug in the middle of a cup of milk."

The comments from people working on the show were constant. Amara's mother, Ana Maria, encouraged her daughter to embrace her natural beauty. As a native of the Dominican Republic, Amara's mother came to the U.S. and raised the singer on her own in Miami, working multiple jobs - cleaning houses, cooking, selling flowers on street corners - to pay for Amara's dance classes and singing lessons.

"I may have big dreams, but her dreams for me are even bigger," Amara says on Love & Hip Hop: Miami.

And despite early stardom, growing up in South Florida came with challenges, she said.

"I was homeless in Homestead. I used to live in this community called Waterstead by Speedway, and I would park in front of the McDonald's or the Walmart close to Florida City," she said. "I would bathe with wipes in the bathrooms."

She was born Diana Danelys de los Santos but it's the meaning behind the stage name she gave herself that explains her rise and platform.

"Originally, it was because nobody would remember my name," she said. "And then years after, you know, everyone kept telling me, 'Oh take La Negra off, it sounds racist.' It sounds this and I was like 'It doesn't sound racist to me at all.' I love to be called Black. I enjoy when people say that my melanin and my blackness is beautiful."

"I just grew up with my mother. I think that also that isolation made me become even more focused and more driven with my goals and my visions in life," she said.

Amara also explains that racism and colorism run rampant in the music business, and not just from white Americans, but from other Latinos, too. Amara proves this point early on the Love & Hip Hop show when she meets with a Puerto Rican producer known as Young Hollywood.

"Instead of asking me about my music...he was too concerned about my hair," she says. He told her to look "a little bit more Beyoncé, a little less Macy Gray."

The Young Hollywood debacle sparked a conversation about colorism and the racist notion of mejorando la raza within the Latino community.

"I know that nobody wants to talk about it, but we suffer a lot of racism, we suffer a lot of colorism, amongst ourselves. You know, I get it all the time: 'Oh whenever you get married, don't get married to no black man because you want to better the race," she says. "Somebody needs to say something!"

Amara thinks more positive media representation can help the Afro-Latino community. Growing up, she remembers that Afro-Cuban salsa singer Celia Cruz was the only famous Afro-Latina who looked like her that she had to look up to.

#amara la negra #article #2020 #dominican #afro latina #colorism

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I liked Spider-Gwen at first, but then actually read the comics and they weren't. That Good. She is a good character in ITSV/ATSV, but idk I still feel indifferent about her. And she's been, once again, relegated to just The Love Interest by the majority of fans. Regular Gwen is Peter's love interest and Spider-Gwen is Miles' love interest. Nothing else. It wouldn't bug me if people weren't so obsessive about her, most fans are like "Gwen HAS to be there she HAS to we NEED Gwen!!!!" and it's very annoying. It especially annoyed me that people were drooling about the fact that Insomniac might (or might not) include her and make her Miles' age, so they can be together. Completely disregarding the fact that Hailey exists.

I like her design and all, but she's very meh to me, speaking as a woman myself. Beside the things I've mentioned, my biggest gripe with her that she feels like a completely different character and not a variation of Gwen Stacy. With alternate versions of Peter, while they feel slightly different, they still have the character's essence. The only thing she shares with the OG Gwen is the blonde hair and name, she might as well could've been an OC.

Yeah, this actually is p much how I feel about Spider-Gwen as well tbh! I actually do remember when she debuted and it was coming off hot from the massive spike in mainstream popularity she got after the first TASM film came out in 2012, and I think a major selling point was that her comics would explore what if Gwen lived and got spider superpowers - so I was surprised when I read the comic and aside from having blonde hair, a strong personality, and a cop father, she was basically a new character, rather than if 616!Gwen had a different life; I know a big Spider-Man fan on here wrote a really good meta post examining why Spider-Gwen fell flat for her that I don't have the link for on hand right now, but I remember it discussed the odd choice of taking away Gwen's science skills from 616 when that was a trait that set her apart back in the 1960s and would have been interesting to explore if she had spider powers.

But yeah, like, I would consider myself on the flexible side with adaptations instead of being a strict textual purist, but I agree that you do have to keep a core spirit to a character or else they may as well be a new character with a superficial resemblance, and that's what Spider-Gwen felt like to me - if she had been branded as Spider-Liz Allen or just a new Spider-Woman, I wouldn't have thought of her as actually being a Gwen with someone else's name.

And yeah, you're right that Gwen in general often gets reduced to a love interest who doesn't exist independently of Peter or Miles. (My controversial TASM opinion is that she's not really written as an independent character so much as the perfect girlfriend for nerds.) In Miles' case, it also happens in reverse where the non-Black fandom struggles to think of him as a character separate from Gwen, in stark contrast to how Peter is not treated that way by fandom unless they're hardcore shippers who only ship - and then yeah, you get misogynoir like people screaming, 'Where is Miles' girlfriend??', re: Insomniac Spider-Man 2 while posting a picture of Spider-Gwen and erasing Hailey.

Anyway, yeah, I agree she does not and should not be in everything, and it honestly bugs me when people try to point at Miles by comparison and act like she's on par with his importance when she's not - Miles was groundbreaking and still important to this day on a meta level bc he was an Afro-Latino Spider-Man who became THE Spider-Man in his universe and took Peter's place originally amidst a lot of racist backlash to that change in the (Ultimate comics) status quo, whereas Gwen is far from the first white woman Spider-Woman, nevermind the only one, like, no, she is not the Miles Morales of (white) women.

#asks #xan's spidey meta

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you're correct about ozai. i only loosely remember the comics, but the additional context there is pretty much that ursa was the grandchild of roku (whose family went into hiding precisely to avoid being roped into fire nation politics), that she already had a lover when ozai's father found her and set her up to be married to ozai (presumed to be zuko's actual father), and that ozai treated ursa as basically a trophy wife, going as far as to tell her that their wedding was the last time she would see her own family because she's "his." the man has a very solid background to be a misogynist, and they just didn't touch on it at all in the show, except to imply he was a bad husband (which...no shit).

i kind of respect the attempts to make more rounded female characters, including a female long-term villain, but i think they dropped the ball when considering misogyny and female oppression as topics (even though the writers clearly had it in mind at some points, they could never seem to commit or go all the way; it was better than a lot of other media, but it was FAR from perfect). i'm not necessarily against fully evil female characters, though i'm not very into wholly evil characters in general, and i'm mostly bothered by the fact that the younger girl sibling was irredeemably evil when the older male sibling was fully redeemable. also, i lowkey think that azulas traits play into some misogynistic tropes (as a little sister who was always accused of being a liar who faked her emotions to "get her way" (but was also "overly emotional," as well??) and was seemingly assumed not to care about anyone or anything else other than herself and her own self-satisfaction, her depiction stung to see quite a bit).

even though the writers clearly had it in mind at some points, they could never seem to commit or go all the way

YES

They wanted the credit of having these themes but were unwilling to give them the full depth that makes people truly appreciate them. While I think Azula's slip of mind was horrifying in a good way, I think it was rushed entirely too much. I think the earliest we see this "slip" is Boiling Rock when she's "betrayed" by Ty Lee and Mai. There's definitely a shock in her expression when Mai basically tells her "you haven't been controlling me with fear the way you think you've been".

But we should have see more. You can't provide to me this calculated queen of battle and then three episodes before the finale be like "oh but naw, she's losing it". Like, why would she be losing it over some bullshit like her hair was fucked up or she JUST started thinking about her mother? She just got everything she's been hounding for!

If you want me to think she's losing it over her new position as firelord (by the way, I love the genderless title of the throne. Kind of like Pharaoh), have her flashback to the betrayal of Ty Lee and Mai. Show me how she's looking around and putting on unnecessary acts of force to keep intact this method of control she's used her whole life. Show me an example of her thinking she's got everyone in the palace under her control of fear but its somehow revealed that they only really follow her because they're more afraid of Ozai.

That is a problem with this franchise in general. If you're gonna do it? DO IT.

I LOVE the ending of Amon's season. There was no redemption! And his brother knew that so he KILLED THEM BOTH. And we don't know what that tear was! Was he crying because he was happy to be reunited with his brother? Was he crying because he, the master blood bender, could sense what his brother was doing? I personally love that ending because they followed through. This guy was indoctrinated by his father but rebelled too far and overall, was just too far gone.

I do not think at any point Azula was too far gone. Yet, that's what they kept trying to sell to me.

Azula wouldn't be some compulsive liar. She would be so brazened in her fear tactics that there would be no need to lie. She'd say "I only lie when I'm afraid, and what do I have to be afraid of?"

They have a better show of female rep, but like you said, I hope people don't hail it as perfect.

#ask

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Do you have a particular outfit you would like to see Neon wear? I like drawing and wanted to draw Neon but not sure what clothes I should draw on her.

This is a very interesting question!

I don't have a particular outfit that immediately comes to mind, but I do have several outfit/fashion ideas that I would love to see her in.

Iconic Movie Outfits (particularly pink!)

"On Wednesdays, we wear pink!"

I like to watch movies and sometimes I'd look at their outfits. I definitely think she looks good in pink if you are drawing her with blue hair.

Mean Girls

The quote was from Mean Girls. Neon was first introduced in the late 90s, so it makes sense for her to be a late 90s or early 2000s teenager.

Legally Blonde

This movie gave so much pink outfits, it's so cute! Here's my favourite:

Material Girl by Madonna

Not a movie, but this pink outfit was inspired by Marilyn Monroe's pink dress in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

I think the song "Material Girl" fits Neon a lot.

You may view the music video here.

But if you'd like to draw her in pink hair, then blue dress!

Scarface

It's not pink, but Elvira reminds me a bit of Neon. She's also the wife of a mafia boss.

This teal dress may clash with her blue hair, but I think she'll look good in it if you decide to draw her with her 1999 pink hair.

Watch this video for Elvira’s introduction in this stunning teal dress.

1920s Fashion (The Roaring 20s)

The Great Gatsby

When it comes to visualizing Neon in another time period, I'd say the 1920s (Roaring 20s) suit her a lot. There's so much glamour in the outfits that I'd love to see her in those!

Ever since I watched the movie The Great Gatsby, I found the fashion in this time period particularly interesting. If you see my tumblr Kuraneon banner (see my profile), it is actually a scene from that movie and I commissioned an artist to draw her because I wanted to see Neon in that outfit.

You may view the comparison here.

I already commissioned someone to draw her in the middle outfit, but I think she'd look great on the other two.

I think the flapper dresses were particularly interesting. And also the feathered headpiece.

You know how Neon sometimes would wear hair up with a clothed hairband? I think the 1920s headpiece can replace the hairband that she normally wears.

Denim dungaree dress

This one is suggested from @anotherworldash

Denim dungaree dress seem quite common in my country too.

Black Dress with Gold Chains

I was shopping once at a store and found a black dress with chains. I like Kurapika and it reminded me of his chains so that caught my eye. Then I found a satin dress with gold chain pearl straps and I bought it.

I don’t really know if you like Kurapika and Neon together, but the idea of Neon wearing a black dress with gold chains is somewhat appealing to me. This dress in particular is what I’d like to see her in (minus the headpiece).

This dress is Chanel worn by Lily Rose in the Met Gala. It was inspired by one of the outfits worn in Sailor Moon.

Accessories: Questionable and High-end Fashion

High- End Designer bags

This one is less of outfits and more of the accessories she wear. Since she likes shopping, I think she's the type of girl that would wear designer handbags and accessories.

Brands could something be like Prada, Kate Spade, Louis Vuitton, Hermes etc. Not sure if we can draw branded goods though due to copyright or something... Perhaps a fictional spin-off? Sometimes I will make up a fictional designer brand in my fanfics.

Taxidermised jewellery

While writing Neon, I came across a taxidermy shop. The taxidermy shop sells taxidermised butterfly and cat bones earrings/necklaces (of course, within legal boundaries). If I remember correctly, they only source animals that are already dead (they cannot kill animals for the sake of taxidermising them).

This is an example of necklaces made from dead butterflies. There is also a canine bones earring here.

Since her hobby is collecting dead body parts, I think she'll like having to wear accessories that are made from dead animals or human parts.

This was already done in the HxH mobage cards where Neon is seen wearing the Scarlet Eye as a hair tie. See the pic here.

There was actually a drawing I saw once of her wearing the Scarlet Eye as a choker. I think for this one you can go really creative. I'm thinking of a combination of the 1920s headpiece with the Scarlet Eyes.

Questionable Fashion

I always believed Neon is the personification of the wealthy and materialistic people's lack of empathy towards dead people. It didn't matter to Neon how her dead body parts collection was obtained, she only wants to have them.

I've always thought about a celebrity AU where Neon is criticised for being wasteful and unsympathetic because she likes to buy multiple mink fur coats.

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That’s all I have for the question. I’m not 100% into fashion but I do appreciate outfits, particularly in pop culture and a bit history. I also love utilizing fashion to represent her personality and odd hobby.

I’d also like to thank you for this interesting question and I feel honoured of being asked. I hope you can let me see your drawing one day, very curious to see what you have come up with.

Good luck!

#neon nostrade #mean girls #legally blonde #elvira hancock #the great gatsby #hxh #madonna

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supercorpsbian · 2 years

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The pretty zookeeper (1/??)

content: AU, Zookeper Kara x Marine biologist (and veterinary) Lena, everything else is the same as in canon (kinda), Kara has her powers, love at first sight, kara is a disney fan, she also loves cats (no matter how big)

word count: 2,673

pair(s): Supercorp (Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor)

A/N: hiii! this is just a short thing i wrote yesterday because there was a power outage at my city and i was bored (and my best friend helped me out with the concept heheh), I'm still writing the next part of entropy but in the meantime have this! idk if I'll continue it though since it may end up like all my other unfinished fics in my notes app, if anything just consider this as a oneshot :)

That day started as usual for Kara Danvers: Waking up at 6:45 am, showering, brushing her teeth and getting dressed within minutes, taking her keys and her bag and exiting her apartment by 7 am.

She quickly waltzed into her favorite cafeteria and bought herself a pumpkin spice latte with extra foam and cinnamon, and a box of donuts that she'd probably finish before arriving at work. Yet today she felt like leaving a couple of them to have on her lunch break.

The blonde arrived at the National City Zoo, being greeted by some security guards and the people at the entrance barely opening up to start selling tickets and VIP bracelets for the day. She went through the staff only entrance and was received with even more smiles and some hugs here and there. Everyone loved Kara Danvers.

She quickly trotted to her locker, leaving her bag inside (the donut box as of now rested inside the lunchroom's fridge with a note) and quickly getting changed into her uniform, which was just a polo shirt and a visor cap with the logo of the place and the signature colors. Some had the choice to also wear leggings or khaki shorts to match the outfit but she preferred her usual jeans. After changing into her uniform she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail and closed her locker, shoving her phone inside her pocket. She was walking down towards her usual spot at the feline enclosures when she heard her own name on the speakers.

"Kara Danvers. Kara Danvers, please present yourself at the HR office. Kara Danvers, please-" She quickly tuned out the sound and she turned on her heels to the opposite direction from where she was walking. Why was she called so early in the morning? She was now intrigued.

Upon arriving at the offices that were the furthest away from almost any enclosure she saw a small group of people muttering something. She thought about eavesdropping with her enhanced hearing for a second but then felt it'd be rude. When she approached them she was greeted with smiles again.

"Any idea why I'm being called to the principal's office?" She joked, making the other three women chuckle.

"Nope, but we're theorizing. If you get fired I want your locker, it's further from the staff bathrooms than mine." One of them poked her rib and she laughed, rolling her eyes at the joke.

"I'll make sure of that." Kara stepped into the office and immediately got a smile from the secretary there, she was ushered to come in and she saw her manager along with an unknown woman and one of the most known members of the HR department of the Zoo, although she didn't remember his name.

"Hi, I heard you were calling me?" She knocked and peeked her head through the door as everyone looked at her.

"Kara!" Her manager, James, fully opened the door for her with a smile. "Before you think of anything, don't worry, it's not bad."

"Miss Danvers, this is Lena Luthor, our newest hire for marine biologist and veterinary." The other man in front of her was sitting behind a desk, and he simply wavered his hand in the woman's direction without taking his cold eyes off Kara. She turned her gaze to the woman and she was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair that barely had a few lighter streaks when being hit by the morning sun, every strand of it neatly enclosed into a high ponytail that let Kara admire her features even better. Her eyes with long beautiful lashes were a shade of green she didn't know the name of, her ivory skin pale and completely smooth with only two little birthmarks on the neck, her eyebrows were neatly plucked and her mouth was what took the most attention she had a gracious smile and her red tinted lips complimented everything about her. Kara was speechless until Lena approached her, the blonde on automatic mode accepted Lena's hand and stretched it, immediately putting on a customer service smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Lena." The name rolled so swiftly off her lips it felt like she was a witch casting a spell. "I mean-, Miss Luthor."

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Danvers." Lena's soft chuckle filled the room, making Kara weak at the knees, she could even sense Lena's perfume and it was heavenly. Why was she called in anyway? She didn't care, she just wished to stay this close to the woman as much as possible.

"So, Kara, Miss Luthor doesn't need any training, she has seen our schedules and she's one of the best in her fields." James' voice took her out of her thoughts, her hand still holding Lena's. "However she needs someone to show her around the place, even if she's only going to be at the vet office and the fish tanks. It's best if she familiarizes herself with the whole Zoo. I was suggested to do it myself but I just have too many things on my plate today, so I suggested that you do it. Can you?" Just a tour? Show Lena the place? She could do that, she definitely could do that. If only she wasn't so focused on the hand tightly gripping hers. She quickly nodded and both James and the office guy sent them on their way, she was silent and avoided looking at Lena until she spoke first.

"Are all handshakes this long in National City?" The brunette teased, quickly making Kara let go of her hand, both of them missed the warmth for a couple seconds until their minds went back to the reason why they were together.

"Uhm, sorry- I didn't mean to-..." Lena just smiled and Kara sighed, trying to compose herself by taking a deep breath. "So, let's get you a tour. We can start in my zone first."

"Sure. I would love that, and there's no hurry. If they try taking this off our work hours I'm a lawyer too." The blonde's eyes widened, what else could this woman do? Her mind was barely comprehending when she heard Lena's beautiful laughter, this wasn't like the chuckle she showed earlier, this was a full laugh that made Kara want to throw herself into the shark tank. How on Earth could she be so perfect? "Just kidding. I know laws, and I could be a lawyer. But law school is way too... Cruel."

"I agree. I- I didn't go to law school either, but it just seems like a dark place."

"Good to see we're on the same page about lawyers. Now I believe we have a tour ahead of us, don't we?"

The Kryptonian nodded, immediately setting the pace as she walked towards the feline enclosures she was heading to earlier, this time with a beautiful woman right by her side.

[...]

The tour was going smoothly, she had planned to start by the felines but she changed her mind last minute, starting by the ponds and showing the brunette the ducks, flamingoes, turtles and geese. Then she took her to see the monkeys, hippopotamuses, zebras, and elephants. The ostriches were Kara's least favorites and Lena noticed this, but the woman still greeted the animals with respect and a hint of fear upon being approached by the gigantic birds. They also met with some staff members and she introduced Lena to everyone, the young Luthor didn't fail to notice how some worker's stares would linger at Kara for just barely a bit more than what one would consider friendly, something that Danvers seemed to not notice at all. Or if she did she just didn't seem to care.

They were now more than halfway through their tour of the installations, this part of the Zoo kept the animals that thrived better in cold climates so it was an entire building that made her skin shiver upon entering. The air conditioner was up to the max and it was a really sudden change from the fresh warmth of National City's summer.

"And these are the penguins, we only have rescued three so far and they're all male. Their names are Huey, Dewey and Louie. You can tell them apart by the little bracelets on their ankles." Kara pointed at them through the glass, and Lena immediately saw them and she laughed at the names.

"Who baptized them? Can I have a word with that person? Because so far I've been impressed by the creativity of the names here. And how do you memorize the name of each one of the animals? That's impressive." The blonde felt herself blushing at Lena's words, she just let out an embarrassed chuckle when she noticed the questions were actually serious, and the brunette was waiting for a response to all of them.

"I... I usually pick the names. And since the animals respond to them everyone else calls them that too. You wouldn't believe how happy George the monkey was when we gave him his name." They kept walking as Kara kept telling stories of how many animals she had named during her time working there, all of this while walking in front of some of them. Once they stepped out of the cold building she noticed how Kara's warm blonde hair seemed to shine with the sun rays, it was almost magical.

It was like the blue eyed woman was a magnet for every soul in the Zoo because she was approached by any animal that could reach her. Lena felt like she was in front of a Disney princess, even more so when two flying squirrels jumped from a nearby tree and graciously landed on Kara's visor.

"You... Kara-"

"Yes?" The girl turned around, looking at Lena with innocent eyes. Until she noticed Lena was staring at the top of her head and she sighed with a tired smile. "Those are Chip and Dale. They're technically not part of the Zoo but they live here and we're not kicking them out. The guests like feeding them." Both squirrels went down to Kara's shoulders making her laugh, and Lena could've sworn she has never heard such a beautiful and harmonious laugh before, it was like music to everyone's ears.

"You love Disney don't you? The penguins, the squirrels, the ducks called Donald and Daisy. What's next? A lion named Simba?" She arched a brow when Kara's face went red.

"What-? Pffft, noooo-" Lena's accusatory stare made her melt, as if she was under a magnifying glass that was under the sun. "She's a lioness. But she liked the name!" And with that both women burst into laughter, which made the squirrels go away and back to the tree they came out from.

They kept walking calmly until Kara happened to take a quick glance at her watch. She felt like time flew by when she was around her new acquaintance, but she didn't expect for almost the entire morning to be gone so fast!

Lena noticed the fear in Kara's eyes, and before she was able to ask what was going on she felt the blonde taking her hand and tugging her the opposite direction from where they were heading to.

"Kara-?!" The blonde was running and she was being pulled behind, barely being able to keep up because of her confusion.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm the only one in my area today and I got carried away. I have to feed almost thirty animals before lunch which is in..." She checked her watch again. "Twenty-five minutes!" A gasp left Kara's throat when Lena matched her pace (while wearing high heels) with a smirk.

"I'll help you! How bad can it be?"

[...]

Lena expected apes, maybe the petting zoo, zebras, literally any other animal would fit the embodiment of sunshine in front of her. But she was shocked at the fact that Kara Danvers was the one in charge of the wild felines. Lions, tigers, panthers, wildcats, and more, all of them under the blonde woman's care. She thought a work like that would have someone on the spot all the time yet Kara seemed to relax when she took her visor cap off and started separating the food by each animal's prescribed diet. She didn't know how she could be of help until Kara gaver her a list, it contained all the ingredients and names of the animals that needed each food item, and with a quick glance she understood Kara needed her to oversee everything as she laid down the raw food and filled each bucket for each hungry cat waiting for her.

They worked quickly, she didn't even know how someone could be that fast after walking so much during the morning, yet Kara Danvers had everything ready and started with two buckets on each hand and a pair of tongs that she almost forgot until Lena reminded her.

Lena smiled pleased at Kara's efficiency, and as they walked to the first cage she froze with fear, was Kara just going inside the enclosure to feed a hungry tiger? She looked around and noticed there weren't any visitors outside to watch the tiger, the enclosures were all connected by smaller gates to let certain animals be with each other, but for now they were closed. And the tiger that she had on the list was alone with Kara, who quickly closed the door behind her and walked inside, the animal circling her and that's when Lena felt like this was Kara's end. She was about to run to ask for help when she noticed how her new colleague wasn't remotely scared of the giant feline that was walking around her as if she was its prey. Kara lifted the bucket over her head with one hand and quickly made a gesture with the other, her face stern yet loving. The feline quickly sat down like a trained dog, its body language signaling it feared and respected Kara more than Kara would ever fear him.

"Tony, what have I said about trying to chase me?" The cat roared softly, making her chuckle. "Sorry about the delay, here's your turkey. And I got you some salmon too! I hope you treated the night shift guards nicely." She then looked back at the bucket and lowered it, instead of reaching for her tongs (which were forgotten outside with Lena and another three buckets of raw meats) she took the entire raw turkey thigh with her hand and acted as if she was playing with a dog, she then threw it, making the tiger follow to catch it and she left the rest of the food on a concrete bowl that was built near the door. "See ya, Tony!" She walked out as swiftly as she walked in, then she locked the door with the master key around her neck. Kara didn't think much of the situation until she noticed Lena's panicked stare.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Lena grabbed her shoulders and tried to shake her which Kara let happen. "YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE SAFETY PROTOCOLS HERE OR SOMETHING?! THAT THING COULD'VE KILLED YOU!"

"What- Le- Miss Luthor! Don't worry! Yes we have safety protocols, but Tony has known me for years! I've taken care of him since he was barely a kitten. I'm not afraid of him or any other animal under my care." Lena seemed to relax a bit, still uneasy about the woman simply going into a hungry tiger's cage with a bucket filled with food on her hands.

"What about the ostriches?"

"They're not under my care-"

"So you're afraid of them?" The brunette's panic seemed to steer away and it turned into teasing.

"What-? No! I'm not..." There was that glare again, looking to dig deeper inside her mind, but this time she didn't cave in. "There's work to do, Miss Luthor, who's next?" Lena's eyes left Kara and focused on the list on her hands, then a smile crept up her red lips.

"Simba."

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anon asks ranting about 3h.opes / negative (but not mean toward me) also some spoilers

After being on an emotional tug of war since the demo dropped, I’ve made my peace with this game. It’s a non canon what if/retcon bad ending of Fodlan without Byleth. I going to enjoy it for what is and replay 3Hs to was the bad taste of my mouth. I never want to hear invalid complaints about Byleth again and what “personality” they show in Hopes was always in Houses because voice acting is the be all end all right?/s I do like their VAs though and glad they can show off how good Byleth is more.

YEAh exactly, i mean on one hand i'm glad it shows that the story without byleth as the hero just sucks lol it's like they're trying to confirm that 3houses was the better of the 2 situations. but also byleth always had this personality like you said.

Devs: we don’t want to replace Byleth. Devs: replaces Byleth with a worse version of them that reaps off Byleth’s benefits they never earn or deserve that still leads to bad ending anyway. WTF devs.

I KNOW RIGHT???? like i just played the paralogue where rhea gives doofus a freakin saint's relic????? and i'm like???? why do you trust this idiot????? byleth made sense. doofus does not

If anything it makes So//this truly a worst mom, as By//leth's worst moments are when she possess them. And Ar//val does that too in the "recruit demon" path. It feels sickening as that enables Egg//gord's 'gods sux' spiel.

sothis definitely got character assassinated in this game too. i'm wondering if it's something like, she remembers the past and that arval is an agarthan (just my speculation, but i mean come on. everything is pointing to arval being agarthan)

This game made me appreciate 3 Houses more than I already did. I need to rant a bit too; as a female Byleth fan I NEVER want to hear complaints about her design again when female Shez was welcome with her big boobs while having as much cleavage and skin showing. I already know it’s because she can talk because talking is the only way to have a personality/s. These past few months have made me so bitter.

i do feel like doofus got hypocritical praise from the byleth haters. it made me pretty bitter too. i still don't really like doofus but for additional reasons after playing the game

If you don’t recruit Byleth they disappear after killing Rodrigue/Randolph/Judith. No closure with Sothis hijacking their body. Even if you do recruit them, nothing but 2 Supports and a role so minor they may as well not even be there. Why the fuck are they even on the cover? The lords weren’t enough to sell this game?

I KNOW RIGHT??? putting byleth on the cover was such a money grab. even the first trailer made byleth look like a bigger character in the game

I hope you can handle this character assassination mess of a game. Now that no golden ending has been confirmed I might as buy it. I’m letting loose on SB villain route and everything burns.🔥 If I can’t have Byleth and their non-Edelgard relationships then fuck all of Fodlan.😈 I’m petty and don’t care anymore.

LOL i like how you think anon. not sure if i can handle SB yet but i might fly through it if i get bored some day. but on the topic of character assassination, i know claude probably got it the worst, but even dimitri and yuri have moments where i'm just like 'this isn't them :('

jumping on the "annoyed by shez" train, and this is just a personal opinion but shez is also just….. not as pretty as byleth hahaha i reeeally dislike the bright purple hair glued over one eye, and the color scheme just isn't as good…… it's the purple + orange combo for me ✌️😔 like if i have to have a central protagonist i at least want them to be aesthetically pleasing

yeah doofus really looks like they're from another game entirely.... they really don't fit in at all looks-wise

I read that interview that other anon was talking about and it’s so dumb. Byleth might as well not be in the game with how irrelevant they are. You kill them you a unit. You recruit them and they barely have any Supports. There’s an extra mission related to Arval for recruiting them that benefits Shez and that’s my problem, Shez. Whether they meant to or not Shez steals Byleth’s role and bonds; Arval too for Sothis. This game is telling me to forget Byleth and I don’t want to. It’s insulting.

it would have made more sense if they made byleth recruitable much sooner and have more supports. but it's almost like byleth was an afterthought. it's so strange and insulting like you said

I know you’re playing it for the laughs, but I’m watching playthroughs and all I can think is: Byleth got replaced, was hated on for months to prop up Shez, and becomes irrelevant to this shit story that goes nowhere while character assassinating everyone along the way? This game is false advertisement and glad I saved my money.

the cover of the game is REALLY REALLY false advertising. byleth barely plays much of a role at all, should not be on the cover that big. maybe in the background or something.

I’m watching all the AG cutscenes on YouTube. I fucking hate Shez. These should be Byleth moments. My Dimileth and Byleth/Lions friendship heart hurts.😭💔

doofus really does feel so out of place. like how did they become such friends with everyone when they spent like 2 weeks at the academy with everyone? as opposed to an entire year of protecting their lives and teaching them life skills like byleth did. it's feels so weird

artysgeekcassie-popping in one last time before my mental health break. 3 Hopes won’t erase 3 Houses, but I’ve seen enough leaks and can't pretend this doesn’t upset me. This games feels like an insult, especially to Byleth, Claude, and Rhea fans when IS/KT have made SO much fucking money for years off of 3 Houses. I just don’t know what they were thinking-THIS is really the best they can do? Fanfic is better. I know it’s a warriors game, but Persona5 Strikers didn’t leave me feeling like this.

i agree with everything you said, especially that fanfic is better LOL

It feels like they put Byleth and Sothis on the cover because Shez and Arval wouldn’t sell in their own. They straight up replaced them and assassinated their characters to make the other look 2 look good. That’s not even getting into the shit they pulled with Claude and Rhea.Only Edelgard and Shez fans can really enjoy this game. Dimitri fans might if they can accept him being a bit of pawn in bigger picture. The demo almost tricked me into getting the game. The leaks saved me money.

they wanted doofus to be so liked but like.... why?? why even make a new character?? they could have done better with doofus for sure. like not even just the marketing but as a character. they fall so flat it's almost funny

I REALLY WISHED FOR A FODLAN PREQUEL INSTEAD RN. I suggest you don't play the game at all, as Byleth ends up "killing" a teammate based on your route (hugs for recurringwriter). That's not even getting into Claude's blatant character assassination, why?! Byleth is playable, but is it worth it when they're in this dumpster fire??? This is just a bad parody fic at this point, I don't mind Shez but everything else like Mon//cia's "devotion", the Federation, Mik//lan working for Dimitri, can go…

i absolutely hate how monica turned into an ed;el simp. it's just so 🤮🤮🤮

a prequel of the hero's war would have been so much better

Same anon. I think what bothers me the most about people reaction to Shez is how everything they claim to hate Byleth for, Shez is the one who really does it. Being worshipped: everyone instantly accepts and praises Shez while Byleth was had skeptics and had to earn trust. Having the plot bend over for them: Alois doesn’t offer Shez to be a teacher despite their strength and no one questions their strange powers while Byleth had no choice and was dehumanized by some people. Again, frustrating.

EXACTLY

#long post #negative #few3h spoilers

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