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icarusbetide · 10 days

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wtf was hamilton actually like

yet another long rant about how little i really know about hamilton! this is in regards to his personality because i can't get him down. i can't figure out what he would've been like in everyday life.

for any historical figure, we take explicitly documented traits and build off of them. even if it's clumsy, i'd be confident "predicting" how washington & jefferson usually act, etc. but for some reason, ham's characterization is all over the place. his recorded personality traits, also mixed with his political attitudes, often conflict and authors end up leaning into certain parts. for instance: there's flirty & flamboyant ham. there's prideful, arrogant, standoffish ham. there's bumbling politics ham, obtuse and belligerent 24/7 - aka musical ham, but that was an intentional choice. there's even kind and warm ham, which definitely seems accurate for his family and close friends least.

was he loud and intense 24/7? or was that just him during work, since we also know that he had a habit of mumbling to himself and looking like a daydreamer to spectators?

some people said that his general countenance was serious and austere, but we also know that he could be a charmer in social spaces. he was described as feminine but also as "martial". some have written that there's an "simplicity" in his manners, and a clear openness, but we also speculate that he closed off some part of his emotions after laurens' death. he was constantly worried about his loved ones' health, like him tucking in judge ford, but we also know that he could ghost people mercilessly. was he guarded or was he not?

i guess i can pinpoint how he might have interacted with select people, like eliza, his children, washington. but i don't know which side of him was shown in the majority of his interactions - what the "real" him, or at least common him, would've been.

one of my fav descriptions of him notes how even his speech fluctuated:

“His language is not always equal; sometimes didactic like Bolingbroke’s; at other times light and tripping, like Sterne’s. His eloquence is not so defusive as to trifle with the senses, but he rambles just enough to strike and keep up the attention...His manners are tinctured with stiffness and sometimes with a degree of vanity that is highly disagreeable. “

and i recall another anecdote about how he was serious and made intelligent conversation at dinner, but became more of the flirty charming persona afterwards while socializing.

like all human beings he was multifaceted, but damn. i really can't confidently say "oh if you ran into hamilton in the street he would be really polite/reserved/kind/charming."

i guess all of this goes to say that this guy was insanely complex and i'm not sure if anyone, let alone himself, really figured it out. that's definitely why i'm interested in him as a figure, but ugh. frustrating when i'm writing and can feel myself slipping into a common ham archetype that i don't think is 100% accurate. and we didn't even get into how much of that is "real" or - adams' version.

#alexander hamilton #historical hamilton #amrev #maybe experienced writers or people who have researched a lot about him can help me out here #amrev fandom #historical alexander hamilton

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cosmal · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐭 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

day three of my christmas drabbles advent calendar

summary — you bring remus home to visit your family for the holidays. he grows to love spending christmas in summer.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, reader goes swimming, reader has hair long enough to be tied back

note!! — this is a totally self-indulgent fic. and for all my aussie/kiwi marauders fans!!

“This is weird,” Remus murmurs, handing you a tray of prawns. Along with the water dish.

“They’re gross, I know,” you giggle. “My dad loves them.”

Remus shifts in his seat, “No, not that,” he’s smiling, “It’s hot. It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas and I’m in a t-shirt.”

"You can take it off if you want," you giggle over the top of your bottle, sitting back in your chair.

"I will not," he gasps.

You love this look on him. He's been here for a week and he's all sunkissed and glowy. If you weren't spending the holidays at your parent's house, you'd have already jumped his bones.

"You'll go swimming with me, though?"

The backyard is full of your family members. Cousins running around with sticky, red iceblocks in their hands - your aunty's chasing them in turn, with wet paper towels. They're loud. Really loud and they really love Remus.

You're not surprised, he's perfect. You think they might love him more than you do. Impossible, obviously. But your dad had sat down with him in the lounge room and seemed genuinely interested in whatever Remus was telling him about his work. Your father has never read a book in his life, but for your boyfriend, he'll listen to him ramble about writing processes and workshops. In turn, your dad will force him to watch the boxing day cricket match tomorrow because Australia's playing England, so Remus must know a thing or two about cricket test matches.

"I told your mum I'd help her with the desserts," he leans over to kiss you on the cheek. His lips a burning heat over your already warm skin. It feels nice.

"Then you'll come for a swim?" you ask hopefully, lips pouting. You know he will, he'll do pretty much anything to make you happy. Sometimes you despise him for it in a totally loving girlfriend type of way. He's already in his swimming trunks. His legs looking fucking lovely.

He gets up from his seat at your outdoor table and it scrapes along your deck, "I'll be 20 minutes," he says with one more kiss. Quicker than the last but still as fond. You think maybe, even more, when he presses his fingers into your scorched skin.

You let him and your mum dish up trifles and a pavlova that always seems to be bigger than the year before. Remus says something really stupid and it makes your mum laugh. A full-on, hearty chuckle that is usually only produced at the cost of your own father. You smile all the way to your room.

Once in your swimmers, a set that you know Remus loves, modest enough in your own backyard, surrounded by your own family, but enough that you'll expect to be stuck to your boyfriend's side for the rest of the day. You walk back out to your backyard to find him in the middle of your lawn.

A cousin wrapped around his leg, another climbing their way up his torso. He's laughing, you're not sure how, because they both keep kneeing him in bruisable areas as they climb him like a jungle gym. Eventually, they pull him to the soft grass and it ends up in a sort of tickle-fight. It's more giggling than anything.

Your chest fills with as much warmth as you think it can allow without you feeling the urge to cry. Watching him get along with your family so well is more than you'd ever expected. He keeps surprising you and then he doesn't because he's Remus. Your boyfriend Remus, and he treats you with so much love and respect that you know that's just him. It's second nature to him and you'd expect nothing less for the people he knows you love also.

You know you're staring, you can't help it. Your cheeks ache with how wide you're smiling. Remus walks up to you once he's toddler free and pokes you in the cheek. You snap out of the little lovesick bubble you'd found yourself in.

"He's strong for four years old," Remus laughs, kissing you on the cheek again like he can't help it. You know he can't because you kiss him just as often.

"My aunty thinks he'll be good at rugby," you giggle.

"Or wrestling."

You lean in to wrap your arms around his waist, he doesn't let you. You startle, confused.

"I've never seen this before," Remus can be smug when he wants to be, sliding a finger under the strap of your swimmers, snapping the tight material against your skin.

"Yes, you have." You go too shy under his loving gaze. His eyes droopy but still full of mirth. You can feel a heat eat its way up your chest. If he makes fun of you for it, you'll be sure to blame it on the sun.

"Right," he runs the material between his fingers, distracted.

"Remus, stop it," you mumble. Completely melted.

"Stop what?" Still smug.

"Just take your shirt off, please. I wanna go for a swim."

Remus doesn't have to be asked twice. He takes his white button-up off, a gift from your family, and you try to ignore the feeling you suddenly have to stare more than would be acceptable in your setting. You also ignore the wolf whistle your uncle let's out.

Remus genuinely blushes.

"I think my family really likes you," you tell him, tracing a scar in the hinge of his elbow.

"I'm really happy they do," Remus pulls the hair tie from your wrist, moving to tie your back from your face. His fingers tickle your neck and you shiver despite the temperature. Remus grins. "I didn't just spend fifteen minutes decorating a Pavlov for no reason."

You snort. "Pavlova."

"Hmm?"

"It's a pavlova."

"Right..." he chuckles.

"Pavlov was the guy with the dog theory."

It's Remus's turn to snort. "Dog theory."

"Yeah."

He traces a knuckle down your cheek, "You're adorable."

"Stop it."

"Really."

"Remus..."

"That's why I'm really sorry." He says. Suddenly serious.

"For what?" you ask. Also suddenly just as confused as he is stern.

He doesn't respond.

"For what, Remus?"

The squeal you let out when Remus throws you over his shoulder is loud and pretty, in his own opinion. That's why he has no problems when you tug at his hair to stable yourself. You're suddenly dizzy, blood rushing to your head. Remus feels worse when you giggle in his ear.

"Remus!" Your protests are broken up by peels of laughter.

"I said I'm sorry!" he laughs.

"Don't! I'm serious."

He jumps in the pool, pulling you under with him and you both come up, smiling like idiots. Your family roars with adored laughter and your smile widens.

You swim towards him where he's standing just before the deep end. His laughter dies down as you pull him down so the water's up to his neck.

"I hate you."

Remus lets you wrap your legs around his waist. Content with holding you up. "No, you don't."

"We're breaking up."

Remus gasps, "Don't tell your dad."

"I think he'd die," you giggle.

"I think I would too."

You press your face into his wet chest, "Don't die."

"Never," he sighs. He has zero problems with kissing you over chlorine-soaked hair.

Christmas in the summer is better, Remus thinks. But only if he gets to spend it with you.

#remus lupin #resmus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fan fic #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfiction #marauders #the marauders #marauderx reader #marauder fanfiction

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starlightt8 · 9 months

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COMPANY

⟡Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

⟡Characters: Chuuya Nakahara x Dazai Osamu.

⟡ Genre: Smut. Protective Dazai Osamu.

⟡About: Post-Corruption usage,Chuuya fight an enemy and ended up bad. Dazai saves him and bought him to the hospital. Smut and also bonding moment.

⟡Words: 2k

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Yokohama was safe.

That’s all Chuuya could think after using corruption against one of the strongest ability user,he has ever fought with. Several Port mafia men were sent to deal with the threat and aniquiliate it, but all of them ended up losing their lives.

Mori told Chuuya that he didn't have to worry about such matters, he had executive business to attend to. That was what subordinates were for after all. However, Chuuya could not stand idly by while his men lost their lives. He was not in the habit of ignoring his people when they needed his help. And he wasn’t going to start now.

He ended up fighting a huge beast that could have destroyed the entire city in one hit. And he won. Unfortunately, the threat was bigger than he thought and he had to use corruption. The problem was that Dazai was far away from him. And Chuuya was too self-sufficient to seek that bastard's help.

He knew that no one was going to save him,no one could,but Chuuya didn't stop, something more important than himself was at stake. Yokohama's and everyone's life was in danger,so he couldn't afford to worry about trifles. As long as everyone was alive and well,whatever happened after wasn't important.

So he gritted his teeth, recited the words to activate corruption, and annihilated the enemy.

After the euphoria of battle had passed, the chronic pain that comes with corruption began to affect him unbearably, and his mind was no longer under his control.

Then suddenly something happened. Soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks, and all the pain, the rage, was then gone. Chuuya's body couldn't take it anymore and fell, but the same person who put an end to his suffering , was the one who caught him. It was the person who always caught him at the end.

That person was Dazai.

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Chuuya ended up waking up in a hospital. It was the first time he had been taken to the hospital after using corruption, since the port mafia doctors are always the ones who put him back together.

It wasn't important though, the person who did the job mattered little as long as they fixed him.

Chuuya got up and made himself comfortable, his body was sore but it was nothing he couldn’t bear. He looked down at his arms; one was injected with serum and his hands were bandaged. Chuuya thought that all these precautions were tedious. It’s not like it was the first time he ended up in this kind of state. With a sigh he removed the IV bag and ran his hands through his red curls.

Noises emanated from the door as Chuuya struggled to regain control and prepare to attack. Before he could, the person entered the room. It was Dazai.

Beautiful brown hair that was as unmanageable as its owner; and mysterious eyes as dark as dusk, looked like they carried both; secrets and the torment of carrying them. If eyes were the portal to the soul, Dazai’s soul was something unattainable and untouchable. It made him even more alluring.

Chuuya tried to keep himself from showing any reactions but he wasn’t able to stop the way his breath was caught the second his eyes laid on Dazai. He didn’t want to deal with Dazai mockery so he faked an angry expression and started rambling.

“What the hell am I doing here? Why did you take me to a hospital? You should have taken me to the extraction point,bastard.” He said.

Dazai gave him an unimpressed stare as he made his way into the room.

“Oh, hi chibi! we're doing a silent exchange of telepathic greetings now? I like it!“ Dazai said,with a painfully fake voice. To anyone hearing it would sound like a funny throwback,but Chuuya wasn’t having it,the undertone of his rage was loud and clear to him. After all, he knew Dazai better than anyone.

The ability user he fought was a telepathic one;he used his ability to inflict mortal pain to his opponent's minds,and destroy their body with his anormal strength. Chuuya was forced to see things in his head that he never wanted to face again. He was forced to do things like a damn puppet,deprived of his own anatomy. He hated being controlled. It made him feel sick,like he wasn’t a human being. So he activated corruption to make it stop. Losing control of his mind to one or another. At the end it was his faith. So he chose to lose himself to corruption.

If he was going to die,at least it would’ve been for Yokohama. It was worth it.

However, Dazai didn’t allow it. Like always he saved Chuuya. Not from the enemy,but more importantly; from himself.

And now he was angry and Chuuya couldn’t think of a way to defend himself,before he could speak again,Dazai was already crossing the room and reaching him within a couple of seconds.

“What were you thinking? Or,were you thinking at all?” He said.

“I was thinking about Yokohama. About everyone who lives here. And if you haven’t noticed,your precious “Detective agency” is in this “everyone” as well. I risked my life and I won. So what?”

“Dying to win and risking death to win are completely different things,Chuuya. Your stubbornness may be your strength,but it’s also your weakness. If you don’t find a way to understand this,you are going to die.”

Chuuya didn't say anything, but Dazai's words reached a dark and hidden place in his mind that he didn't know existed. They burrowed deep into his soul and many more years after that,as it often happens, Dazai's prediction would’ve come true.

“You could have died.” Dazai said,his voice hidden a rage that only him could manage to contain underneath,and not burn at the sight.

“ I could. I didn’t. “

“That’s because-“

“You came.”

Chuuya swallowed hard and shut his eyes,searching for enough strength to say the crucial words. It was difficult to admit that someone else had saved him,because if he needed to be saved it means that he was hurt,being hurt means that there’s a weakness that can be exploited.

Chuuya couldn’t afford to be weak or vulnerable,not even if he wanted to. He was the port mafia asset,the strength part of the invencible Double blacks. Everyone counted on him; His subordinates,who respected and admired him to the grave. His friends, Koyou and even Mori,expected a lot from him. He couldn’t afford to disappoint them,no matter what.

However, there are two humble and worthy phrases in one's life that must be said; otherwise, one will end up saying them in tears.

“Thank you.” He said. “And I'm sorry.”

Dazai's eyes widened in surprise,it was the first time in all the years they knew each other,that Chuuya had said those words to him. Dazai seemed to be wondering if this had something to do with the telepathic monster that he fought,but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t mention it,partner.”

“Ex,partners.” Chuuya corrected,with a smirky smile.

Dazai ignored the lie and laid down on the bed. Since the hospital bed was really small,they were pressed against each other,to the point Chuuya could see the barely noticeable handful of freckles,that decorated the tip of dazai's nose. He didn’t have them when they were younger,he was too pale and sick to have them.

That was another sign of how much Dazai had changed by being in the ADA.

Chuuya would never say it aloud,and he would never admit it to himself,but he was glad that Dazai had found them,they were the family he always needed and deserved.

A soft sigh escaped Chuuya's mouth,shaky and low,mixing with the brown haired one. He watched the way Dazai’s eyelashes shake,as he traced his pale face. The nose,where the little freckles were laying down,like sleeping stars, looked like a beautiful constellation. Then he slowly lowered his finger,caressing the cupid bow,before his fingers could reach Dazai’s lips,a kiss was being bestowed upon him,it was delicate,like the gentle touch of a butterfly wing. It felt ethereal.

Then the intensity of the kiss increased,to the point it felt like a soul consuming flame. Chuuya skin was burning all over,not even the cold hospital air was enough to appease the heat.

"Dazai". Chuuya said, with a trembling voice. He felt his whole body screaming for more, thinking was difficult and speaking even more. He just wanted Dazai to touch him. God, why wasn't he touching him more?

A small smile appeared on Dazai's lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to Chuuya's sanity. And he was enjoying it, the cruel bastard.

"What a desperate,greedy little slug.” He said innocently, as if he wasn’t purposefully turning Chuuya into a mad man. “It seems like you really want something. Right, Chuuya?”

"Yeah." Chuuya somehow managed to stutter.” “And you want it too, so stop playing around and do it.”

After hearing him, Dazai smiled for a moment and then in a fast paced movement,he got on top of Chuuya,looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. His expression was serious, he looked straight into Chuuya's eyes and spoke.

“I will do my best to restrain myself. However,you’re still in a vulnerable condition,therefore it won’t be entirely painless. The choice is yours,Chuuya.“

Chuuya's mind was too far gone to care about the possibility,so he shut his eyes and nodded.

He could feel the fond smile that emerged on Dazai’s lips,as he started taking off the hospital robe out of Chuuya.

Slowly he spread Chuuya's shorts legs apart, his hands were firm but his breath was shaky. Chuuya knew how much he was trying to control himself, and the fact that he was doing all of this to not hurt him, even though Chuuya was in no position to stop him in his actual conditions, made the moment even more intimate.

There was also something special about someone like Chuuya,who was stronger than most,being vulnerable in the hands of the person he trusted the most. It felt liberating.

At this thought,a primal instinct possessed Chuuya and he suddenly arched his back, opening his legs even wider,to the point it seemed vulgar. But no matter how far he spread them, Dazai's larger body didn't fit. It was pathetic how hard Chuuya got at that. However,no matter how hot it was,it was also exasperating. He wanted Dazai inside him. Fast. But his body wasn't cooperating.

"Why are you that fucking big? You damn waste of good bandage.''Chuuya complained,but it sounded more like a plea than a real protest.

Dazai let out a small laugh. While still holding Chuuya's waist,he lifted him up to accommodate himself. Then he lowered his body onto Chuuya's. Now they were perfectly aligned, as if their bodies had been made to fit together.

Dazai kissed Chuuya with a firm but soft grip,like he was scared Chuuya would disappear under him. The thought was laughable, considering how harshly tangled they were. Then they kissed until they couldn't even breathe. Slowly,Dazai separated them,but before Chuuya could catch some air, Dazai's mouth was already searching for more.

"I'm going in". He said, with a serious but calm tone,nonetheless he didn’t make any move. He was giving Chuuya an option. But Chuuya didn't need one, he already knew the answer to Dazai’s silent request since he appeared at the door minutes ago. He knew the answer before he even knew it was a question.

“Yes.” He whispered.

In his partner company,being vulnerable didn’t feel like a disappointment or a weakness,it felt like a simple option. A yes or no question. And even at that time,Chuuya knew that as long as the option was being held by Dazai,the answer would always be yes.

#chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazai x chūya #dazai x chuuya #soukoku #fanfic #bsd skk #bsd smut #chuuyabsd #post-corruptionfanfic #bungou gay dogs #protectivedazai #smutshot #bsd chuuya #bsd oneshot #oneshot #bungo stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs #skk fanfic

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spotsandsocks · 27 days

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hi spotty 💖 thinking about the evan with a b fic. feel free to ramble about it!

Hello 🥰

Well it’s @loserdiaz who started it all and then my brain started to have thoughts.

Don’t know I’d you’ve seen the 80s mini series which I loved and will be blending with the Netflix series

Eddie is going to be a Diana/Gil combo or they won’t have any time together so a bit of enemies to friends to lovers im going to age hen chim down a bit and probably age buck Eddie up from Anne and Gil.

Plan to have orphan/unwanted buck angst

A dead mouse scene

A mystery teacher

A boat rescue

A fall from a rooftop

Ruby’s house fire

Eddie leaving and coming back with a child maybe??? With Chim as his friend

Teacher buck and doctor Eddie end game

Some star gazing thanks to a tag by @daffi-990 (thank you love)

And I’m open to any ideas or suggestions if your brain is thinking thoughts. Lmk what you think 🩷

I’m very happy that you’ve been thinking about it thanks for coming to say hi 🩷🩷🩷 a little bit under cut

Lucy’s face gets a trifle smuger and he can feel the urge to prove her wrong bubbling up inside him. He could do it. It’s not that high. It’s not that far from one end of the roof to the other. How hard can it be? He’s strong and he’s got excellent balance.

“Buck.”

Eddie Diaz’s voice is serious, dripping with a message he’s not actually voicing but is in his eyes when Buck sneaks a look at him.

“It’s not a good idea.”

“Eddie’s right, it’s far too high. You could never manage it. Don’t worry, we understand.”

Her eyes are alight with challenge.

“Buck, don’t”

He ignores that, again from Eddie Diaz. Who is he to tell Buck not to do something. Just because he scored highest in last week's maths test doesn’t mean he knows what Buck can and can’t do. Doesn’t mean he’s better than Buck just because he’s smarter and taller and more handsome.

#fic evan with a b #asks

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ghoultrifle · 5 months

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7 minutes in heaven with phantom where he just talks about gruesome theme park deaths while you suck him off

"fun fact- ahhh- no one's acutally ev- hngnhgn- ever officially died on disney- oh fuck i'm cumming shit sorry- uh property"

#trifle rambles #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul hcs #shitghosting #phantom ghoul

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everybodyshusband · 2 months

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hi hello what if aeon and aether could 'extract' good memories (not extract but like copy them) from the ghouls and then pile them into a piece of jewellery, a ring or a necklace. then whenever a ghoul is feeling down, they can wear the jewellery and touch it to feel those lovely memories once again. it doesn't fix them but it helps <3

you already know how much i ADORE this trifle but the world needs to see the work of your brilliantly clever brain too !!!

happy memory jewellery is just so AAAAAHHHHHHHH and i bet aeon and aether feel so warm and fuzzy inside whenever they see their packmates wearing the jewellery pieces they've made <33

#ask box #trifle <3 #husband rambles #nameless ghoul headcanons #THIS IS JUST SOOOOO #AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #<3 #<- yes i know this is my own post but it's trifle's headcanon so i'm allowed to heart it sdjbfksdf

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kassandras-one-braincell · 1 year

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ugh when is it my turn to have an irl kassandra i would do anything for her .

anyways what kinds of clothing styles, jobs, or just general day-to-day life (like their houses) do you think modern!kassie/eivor/soma would have?

Pssh, it's not like I've given this any extensive thought in the past or anything... That would be weird... Who would do that haha

I would let's go

Kassandra dresses like a dad who lost his passport in Tenerife on holiday and has been stuck cycling between the same 4 hawaiian shirts since three Tuesdays ago, but owns a few casual suits for work.

She's a historian and museum curator. Specialises in the history of weaponry, occasionally giving guest lectures on ancient swords at universities. Mention any type of weapon and she will not be able to stop herself from rambling about its evolution over the centuries.

Has a pottery wheel. You know that scene from Ghost (1990)? Yeah. Very reliable with the ladies.

Ikaros is her pet eagle, do not ask her how she manages to get him pet insurance because she may have lied about his species.

She has a vegetable garden (her pride and joy, this might as well be her child with how well she takes care of it) and a briki to make coffee with. Kassie always starts her day off with freshly brewed coffee the traditional Greek way, some bread and some fruit, which she always plates too much of because Ikaros likes to steal it.

She's a great cook.

Dozens of books on old weapons are dotted about her home and some (so many. so fucking many holy shit) model replicas because she's a fucking nerd.

You cannot turn a corner inside her home without seeing at least three family photos. Family includes Myrrine, Alexios, Barnabas, Herodotos, Markos, Alkibiades and Phoibe. Nikolaos is in prison for trying to yeet his stepchildren off a cliff.

Phoibe is her goddaughter who calls her "auntie" and Auntie Kass absolutely gives her the world.

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Eivor serves lumberjack realness. Flannels, cargo pants, work jeans, yes she has a tool belt, yes she looks a damn treat in it. All she's missing is the hard hat and the protective visor. The axe is in her workshop.

She wears glasses. This isn't up for debate.

Tattoo artist by trade and has a degree in literature. Her love for poetry knows no bounds. She specialises in black and grey realism and her pieces are breathtaking.

Speaking of poetry, her colleagues bully her mercilessly for being a "big old sap". She has fancy paper to write her poems up on, and a wax sealing kit for handwritten letters. She's old fashioned like that.

Technology is a demon she would rather not trifle with. 100% complains about the need for there to be an app for everything, but she does appreciate video calls so she can see her people.

As a hobby, she pursues woodworking and blacksmithing, sometimes selling her creations. She'd make the engagement ring she proposes to you with herself

Dwolfg (or Chewy, or Mouse) Nali and Dandelion Puff are all beloved members of her household. The neighbours' kids named them all; sometimes she babysits Knud and Sylvi, and of course Eira has to tag along.

Her fridge is full of boring meal prep (you better wife her up and cook for her) but her pantry? Brimming with baking supplies. Ma'am loves to bake. Sure, she eats a lot of grrr protein big strong macro gym buzzword meals, but she loves bread and cake. Big muscles but she likes to eat, so she isn't lean, I'm gonna stop before this gets unreasonably gay

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Soma, look, this is gonna be specific, but there's foundations for this in game (her metric fuck ton of rugs in the longhouse). She evidently likes fancy things. Her modern!AU occupation: owner and ceo of a sustainable luxury jewellery brand. Recycled metals, gemstones that are sourced/synthesised sustainably, everything is ethically manufactured and her employees are paid well.

She's from humble beginnings, so she does loads for charity and really enjoys quiet domesticated tasks.

Waistcoats and tie when she's attending businessy things, simple t-shirt or jumper and joggers when working from home. Outside, she wears a few rings that she designed.

Not a particularly great cook, but she's a mean pastry chef. She has a massive sweet tooth. Loves to start her mornings with a homemade croissant and a cappuccino.

There is a post-it note above her desk to reminder her to straighten her posture because she tends to sit like a fucking goblin.

Her home is pretty eclectic, which takes people by surprise given her organised manner. Lots of blankets strewn over the couch, lots of knickknacks she collected over the years, some sentimental ones from Lif and some ruder ones from Birna. A few sketchbooks are scattered about with designs for work.

She has a record player and an ungodly collection of country vinyls. It's okay. Nobody's perfect. It's what makes her human.

Also needs to wear glasses, but wears contacts usually because she insists the specs make her look "old", oblivious to the distant sounds of feral lesbian screaming whenever she puts them on.

#i love them i love them i love them i love them #it isn't healthy at this point #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor #soma jarlskona #ac soma #kassandra #kassandra of sparta #modern au shenanigans #❀ sugar and spice ❀

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bittersweetresilience · 6 months

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i got another of those fic author self rec asks a month or two ago and i didn't know what to do with it at the time so now i'm using it as an excuse to share fic meta about soulmate au.

lose it in the morning

i love having a recurring item come up in the beginning and the end of a story with a different meaning or light. in orbital departure, it's the dress. in dead air, it's the books. in lose it in the morning, it's the shoes.

so we start with adrien tripping over his untied laces. he's a bit ditzy. he's the carefree older runaway from home type twin in the graham de vanily lineage. he has his shoes on because he wants to be active and moving and free but he isn't fully prepared for what that means. laces not done up.

but émilie wants to protect him and keep him in the bubble of her love. that's her whole thing. that's what most of the fic is about. so by the time she's worked her magic, we return to the shoes, set neatly by the bed. émilie took them off him because he's safe at home and she doesn't want him running around, and she was careful doing it, too. but she knows there will be a time when he puts the shoes on again because that's just the way he is. so she ties his laces for him. insulating him from the possibility of the fall. and speaking of...

dead air

what do you know, félix is reading a book in this one and its name is the fall. brief interlude where i talk about félix and camus. there's something that grips me so much with félix and absurdity and meaning in meaninglessness and antifascism, of course. l'étranger, la peste, le mythe de sisyphe... yes. all of this.

la chute specifically is a series of monologues by someone who calls himself a judge-penitent and spends his time talking to strangers about how his life went downhill. it's a confessional but also a reflection on society post wwii, in parallel with the fall from grace in the garden of eden, and it explores themes of justice, social class, existence, and suffering. circles of amsterdam and he's in the seediest ring. the main character contrasts his fascination for feeling above other people with his trifling present reality. félix moment.

back to dead air. the two main literary references are this book and metamorphosis, which moonie could write entire essays about, it's so on the nose. monstrousness and alienation and miscommunication and all that. but with the fall, what i meant to implicate was that by making the realization of monstrousness, adrien would be on the precipice of something life altering, as félix once was. so we start with the fall as the set up, and then clarify what the precipice is: metamorphosis. monsterhood.

by the end of the story, félix has recontextualized his relationship with adrien, and they're joking about adding adrien's antics to félix's essay on metamorphosis. but what we end the story on, what félix focuses on at the close, is the fall again... because even though adrien is adding to the depths of his struggle, which félix already finished last week, what félix is thinking about is what this means for adrien's precipice and his impending fall.

orbital departure

i've already rambled a bit about émilie as a manipulator in this post but i could go on about her as a foil to félix for days. as i told autumn, both she and félix want to protect adrien and go about it in misguided ways. for émilie, it's a ring. for félix, it's a secret.

their conversation in orbital departure is theoretically about félix's abuse, but really, it's all about adrien. and félix is fine with this, because he loves adrien, and émilie is thinking of adrien, and félix trusts his aunt. but right from the beginning he subconsciously wishes émilie would be thinking of and wanting to protect him too. and part of it is mixed up with how she and his mother have the same face. so that's what brings us to our central image, the dress.

émilie's dress is impressionistic and painting-like and light and free and happy. it's a visual representation of who and where she is in her life and his. it distinguishes her from amélie. noticing that is, in a way, comforting. moreso the more uncomfortable félix feels.

félix is touch starved, and émilie touches him the same way amélie cradles his face.

this is my favorite line from this fic and it gives me feelings i can't put into words. just kidding. i will. félix is a child who was forced to grow up too quickly, so what he means here is that he's a scientist because he's advanced enough in his education to be one. but to the reader, he just sounds like a kid with an idea of a dream job. he doesn't have any context for what émilie is trying to say. he hasn't yet been shaped into the person he is in the show, someone who claws for knowledge and power and control. he's at a disadvantage and doesn't even register this because he's a child who implicitly believes in émilie. a scientist is the best hypothesis he can come up with for what she means. and émilie agrees with him, but turns it around and describes him as the project instead of the person, as if that's what he said in the first place. a joke that only she's in on, that she's telling to herself.

i have thoughts about félix being called clever all his life. it's the gifted child complex. it's the manipulation. and émilie saying he's a gift. well. in more ways than one, he sure is.

when émilie takes félix's arm at the end of the fic, she is literally and metaphorically allowing him to share her burdens. but it's phrased as though she is letting him do it, rather than leading him to. throughout the fic, she fashions herself for the conclusions she wants to see.

makes you think about her silly, untimely dizzy spell.

follow up meta.

#miraculous ladybug #🌃#sentitwin soulmate au #emilie agreste #adrien agreste #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #I WROTE SO MANY WORDS. AND FOR WHOM #the answer is for me and when watership down and swear to the earth that i will keep it are published there will be even more #ml fanfic #ml meta #ML FANFIC META

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rainpudding · 2 years

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SCARA WITH S/O WHO SPOILS HIM

Life with Scara was sometimes difficult, may it be for his mean personality and corpulent ego he carried with himself everywhere he went. Or his connections to the fatui.

There was something that made your life together even harder though. That was his deep-rooted need to seem cold, and isolate himself from any affection or acts of service.He was extremely childish about things, for example, you would give him the slightest reassurance," good luck!" Or a small "good morning" he would almost immediately roll his eyes upon hearing your sweet voice as he would try to disappear from your confused gaze.

Maybe you would try to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek before he headed out for work, just for him to let an annoyed sigh out and turn his head to the opposite side.One day you would buy him flowers from Mondstadt, just for the next day to find your whole apartment covered in the most expensive Inazuma flowers. The other day he would lay his head in his lap as you played with his hair listening to his angry degrading rambling. Suddenly he would start speaking about his clothes that became too tight. And so you would buy him a new pair of shoes and a few outfits to go with it. Just for him to make a scene as his face turned red, yelling that he is the man of the house who is supposed to spend money on you, not you on him (and other misogynistic bs)

The next day you would be woken up with expensive clothes all around you.Yes regarding spoiling, Scara turned everything into a competition. Idk, maybe it was because of his past abandonment issues, maybe he was scared you would leave him if he wouldn't show you how much money he has. This is just kind of who Scara is, he reminds me of chiwava. In public, he acts aggressive but in private he doesn't bite, he just angrily barks at every little trifle that throws him off.Of course, these little competitions between you two of "who can satisfy/spoil their s/o better" is just a little insecurity Scara has.

Somehow he feels like because of his job he can't spend as much time with you, and do what normal couples do. Hinting at the fear of being alone again, he really just wants you to spoil you rotten, even if it means spending all his money on you and becoming a beggar for the rest of his life.

Scara can, however, in his weak moments appreciate it. And maybe even whisper small affirmations such as "thank you s/o" maybe when you're asleep he will kiss your forehead and ramble about how much he is grateful for you being by his side, but that will only happen when he is 100% sure you're asleep.

- so uhm I'm back, sorry for being inactive, but my display broke, i ended middle school and i found out this really ugly history teacher dates chemistry teacher, crazy right?:?? anyway see youz soon bye!

#genshin impact #Genshin #genshinedit #genshin x you #genshin icons #genshin fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #genshin scara x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x y/n

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