Hey Tenness I was wondering what are your favourite a/b/o tropes? For me some fics I was read that were playing with different a/b/o elements, these are some that stuck out to me. If omega are near their heat and don't feel safe then instead of wanting affection from an alpha their instinct for protection would be in an all time high. Either they would establish a safe spot for themselves and a loved one if the omega is also feels like their being threatened.
Also dom omega and sub Alpha just hits differently for me sjsj oh yeah and destination being both alpha and omega are interesting. Oh I also have been wondering about mechanic Anakin fixing Obi Wan stove that he keeps breaking, when Anakin said he brough all his pretty things he was referring to the equipment he was using wasn't he and not that he was wearing something pretty underneath his clothes.
I've just gotten cult of the lamb game on steam and ah... Cultist Anakin and follower Obi Wan. You know I'm going to create Obi Wan as a bunny follower and marry him.
this is such a great question!!
i suppose because i read both (a!obi-wan and a!anakin & vice versa), i have different tropes i like most for each take--i like it when anakin is an unexpected omega. i also like when he's very stubborn and demanding and bratty, as i tend to not write a lot of completely submissive anakins (though i think people who write that take are doing so great and they're really amazing reads!); i also like a stupidly possessive alpha anakin, even if he doesn't exactly understand why he's doing what he's doing. i like an anakin, both omega and alpha, that needs to do something instinctual, like scenting or biting, even if he doesn't understand why.
for obi-wan, i really enjoy a prim and proper obi-wan brought base by his own dynamic and his reaction to anakin--either omega obi-wanor alpha. i love the trope that omega obi-wan would accidentally accept traditional courting gifts from anakin without realizing what they mean, and i love the trope of alpha obi-wan guiding anakin through really realizing his omega identity
i honestly get the best of both worlds like switch
the only thing i never really like about a/b/o fics is the pregnancy ngl; if it's a long fic, i can ghost over it. if it's a short fic, i may pass it up because in-depth mpreg is not my thing (precisely why "what's mine is yours is ours" and the roadtrip au mostly take place in a setting where there is pregnancy, but it's the first or so trimester)
but i also really like these takes you've mentioned!! i think it's wildly interesting whenever anyone plays with a/b/o dynamics in fics!
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Behind the mask
MLB fanfic. LadyNoir
Part 5/7 Confession
“All clear on the north, My Lady,” Chat Noir landed next to her on the Efel tower. “So, about the last time...” He started.
“We don’t have to do it, Kitty. I’m fine.” Ladybug replied before he could finish.
“No. You are not. And it infects US. You are far too important to endanger yourself like you did on the last week.”
“For the people of Paris?” she sight.
“For me.” He said turning to look her in the eyes.
Ladybug moved her eyes away. She could’t resist him watching at her like that. His eyes full of trust and care. How hard was it for her, to hear those words. How much she blamed herself for rejecting him for so long. How could she even think of telling him about her feelings now, when he’d finally moved on? She doesn’t deserve him.
Adrien was right about something, Chat deserves to know, but he was mistaking in one small, but very important detail: she WAS Ladybug. She had all the responsibility on her shoulders. Her every word could break their team apart, making them wanorable for HawkMoth.
What if he’ll be uncomfortable knowing she has feelings, while he doesn’t? What if she’ll become so embarrassed of herself — she won’t be able to concentrate anymore? What if...
“Please talk to me, LB,” Chat Noir asked. “We can’t go on like this. We are a team, remember? When you are hurt — I’m bleeding.” He turned her toward himself, holding her shoulders carefully, but tight. “When did you stop trusting me, Bagaboo? Why? Was it that interview? I’ll ask Alya to remove it! Please. Just tell me, what is wrong?”
“I.. I...” Tears were already falling from her eyes. All her body was shaking from the pressure, doubts, fears, responsibility. “I can’t... I... I can’t...”
He pulled her closer onto his chest and covered her with his arms, like a parent protects a child from a cold wind.
“It’s ok, little bug, we’ll fix everything. We always do. It’s gonna be alright, trust me, I’ll protect you. I...”
“I love you,” she whispered to his chest.
Ladybug felt his body froze around her. He didn’t move, she couldn’t even hear him breathing.
**
His body froze.
Chat Noir was prepared for anything, anything at all... except for this to happen.
He had lost his hope a long time ago. He made a long way with a lot of efforts to calm his heart down. For her. For them. For the greater good.
Of course he went on with playful jokes and silly flirting to save this special mode they had between then, that seemed to help them being relaxed during the fights and kept everything light, easy, bearable.
But nothing could prepared him for this.
It was like this piece of information, that he’d just received, couldn’t pass through. The reality he was building inside for a long time was not shaped for it to fit in.
“Is this some sort of a joke?” He asked, still no sign of movements.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispered.
So, it was a joke. But why? How could she do that to him? Doesn’t she really understand how cruel it is? Doesn’t she have any respect for his feelings? One thing — is to reject him, another...
“Why?” He asked.
“Why?” She repeated. “I don’t know.” Ladybug moved her hands between their bodies, hugging herself. “Cause you are... amazing. Strong. Selfless. I...”
“So you decide to brake me?” He still couldn’t process, what was actually happening right now.
“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you to know.” She said in a weak voice.
“I’m really confused right now.” He said in a low voice. “You wanted me to know what?”
“What do you mean?” She asked, finally facing him with a puzzled look. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She broke eye contact again, moving her head from side to side in self disapproval. “I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid.”
“Why did you do that? Why did you... why did you tell me you love me?”
“I just couldn’t keep it anymore. It was burning me. It was affecting our team. I’m really sorry.” She looked at him.
“You... love me?” Like a cloud of fog finally vanished, leaving his mind clear.
“I know it’s too late. I was a fool. I know I’m just a friend to you.” She was speeding out word after word. “I just couldn’t keep it to myself, living this nightmare again. I’m sorry for te...”
“Wow, wow, wow, wait a second.” Chat Noir interrupted her, softly massaging her shoulders.
“Why do you think it’s too late? Why are you sorry?” Too many questions were buzzing in his head. “Why is it a nightmare?”
“It was hard enough to live for years not being able to say to someone I loved him. Being considered only a friend. And now...” She stoped, not being able to express her feelings properly.
“Do you still love him?” He asked before being able to stop himself. What was wrong with him?! The love of his life just confessed her feelings to him, HIM, and he was gonna discuss another guy with her?
But it was stronger then him. He loved her, no matter what, he could never stop loving her. But with years passing he’d grown up a lot. If Ladybug would except his feelings years ago, he wouldn’t have questioned it. He would be happy just to have his chance with her. A date. An opportunity for more. But it was all different now. He suffered from those feelings for too long. He burned himself out, he burned the opportunity of being happy with someone else. It was a big price to pay. So he really needed a clarity from her.
“It was a long time. Feelings like that don’t just disappeare.” He said.
“I don’t know. I... It happened so fast.. I...” Ladybug couldn’t find the right words.
“So, you are not sure. Is it just a meter of a moment? A short flash of emotions? Your feelings for me.” He knew he was digging a hole for himself. Why couldn’t he just except her love? But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even start to imagine that this girl doesn’t belong only to him, completely.
“No. I am sure.” She looked up at him, taking his face in her hands gently. “I love you, Chat Noir.” She was saying those words, those exact words he dreamed to hear from her for days, and weeks, and months, and years. And his heart was raising, bitting faster. Her words were breaking into his mind sweeping away his doubts. “You are everything to me,” she said, “You are the only real person in my life. All the others — they are just masks. Some look better, some worse. Some look perfect. It’s easy to be confused, until you realize, what is real behind the mask.”
[part 4/7] ... [part 6/7]
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Commisération
Lavoûte-Chilhac, Lundi 22 juillet 2019
Commisération
Sentiment de compassion, en présence des malheurs d'autrui : Élan de commisération.
Le peuple russe est courageux et patriote, mais aucune race n'est plus accessible à la commisération, et je sais de source sûre que la pensée des souffrances accumulées par cette guerre commence à émouvoir les masses.
Joffre, Mémoires, Tome 2, 1931
Expatrié volontaire tout au long de ma vie: en Algérie, aux deux Amériques, en Allemagne de l'Est et pour finir en Mandchourie ; j'éprouve beaucoup de commisération pour les réfugiés politiques ou autres qui trouvent refuge chez nous.
La visite hier de nos amis arméniens de Clermont-Ferrand dont j'ai enfin fait la connaissance, m'a réconforté ; ils sont arrivés tous quatre dans leur propre voiture bien plus moderne et récente que la notre, de Clermont où ils résident dans un vaste appartement, ils ont retrouvés là-bas leur frère et beau-frère professeur à la faculté.
Deux fois émigrés, une première fois d'Arménie vers Alep où ils ont admirablement réussi dans leur harmonieuse communauté, et voilà deux ans vers la France, chassés par le délabrement de la ville du fait des bourdes des occidentaux dans leur lutte contre les intégristes musulmans au Moyen-Orient où l'intégrité des pays où ils interviennent n'est pas respectée ; ils se sont sortis avec brio de cette situation et n'en garde aucune amertume.
Vahram et Asram, leurs enfants de 13 et 11 ans se sont aisément scolarisés à Clermont où à l'exemple de leur oncle ils vont faire de brillantes études, Ohans et Wanor leurs parents sont plus démunis ne parlant pas encore le français, mais Ohans s'est tout de même brillamment intégré comme tourneur dans un grande entreprise clermontoise de la sidérurgie où il fait posément son nid.
J'ai eu grand plaisir à faire leur connaissance et ils ont fait la conquête d'Oscar qu'ils ont longuement baladé.
Nous ne manquerons pas de nous revoir, Clermont n'est pas si loin et je me réserve de leur faire goûter au chevreau que j'ai commandé pour septembre.
L'amitié ça se nourrit.
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