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Winnie!! the bassist for the werewolf band shockcollar. you wouldn't know she's a red talon (she can hardly believe it either) because she's the sweetest person ever.

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Reblogging because of how true this is

Female Fanservice is different from Male Fanservice.

I saw a tiktok reacting on HSR's newest characters (Mydei) and Genshin's newest characters (Veresa), and people in the comments are saying:

"Isn't Mydei also a fanservice? The hypocrisy"

But the thing about it is it's different. I hate when hoyo players try to dumb down arguments saying "It's not that deep" BUT IT IS.

Fiction is ALWAYS related with reality.

Women had always been sexualized, objectified, reduced as a damsel or an extension of a man throughout history and these cases had led to real life violence, discrimination, and expectations against women by men. Which is STILL an occuring problem to this date.

So when female characters are created as a "fanservice", it IS bad. Because there's history, there's weight on the intention on why the developers created her, for deprived male players to "goon" and spend money for their waifus.

There's literally a meme when it comes to game models, how diverse male characters are but the females are all the same with curvy hips, big boobs that jiggle as fuck when she moves a milimeter difference, and humane figures... Like ZZZ.

WHY do you think that is?

It's the same with lolicons isn't it? We hate them because even if they're fiction they still look, act, and sound like literal children irl.

That's why there's many complains from the community on how the recent genshin characters look.

In Mydei's case, he acts like any other grown male characters in game the only difference is that he's shirtless. BUT the thing about it is who TF normalized men being shirtless in public media? Who TF created the image of a shirtless muscular men symbolizes strength, determination, and being a warrior? Who TF set that system up?

If he's TRULY a fanservice, he would've been the one touring us throughout the Amphoreus quest, he should've been the one that had the most noticeable interactions towards the MC, his BOOBS should've also jiggle as fuck whenever he moves a milimeter difference because that's what women wants!

But he doesn't!

He gets locked away fighting offscreen and never to be seen for a while.

Veresa has a great character concept, a competitive eater AND does wrestling moves when fighting enemies. Her design is... a little bit out there but with Natlan's standards its okay. But God fuck she shouldn't have been doing ALLAT. I could literally feel my back crack when I saw the leaks.

USE YOUR HORNS! SMASH THEM WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT! DON'T GO "u-uwu oh silly I'm so clumsy I tripped over fighting the enemies 🥺" u gonna die with one rock from the hilichurl because she acting LIKE A CHILD!

This issue is literally LnD vs male twt gooners fighting "oh but when its the females getting fanservice it's suddenly okay?"

Buddy, you're a grown ass you KNOW there's a difference.

So no! It's not complain impact because the complain is reasonable yet it doesn't really impact on what direction the game is taking.

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they match mem now (somewhat)

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The Witcher Masterpost

Main Masterpost

The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.

one shots

Sticks and Stones (Geralt x reader) - After Renfri’s death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a witcher.

Heart of Geralt (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt and Jaskier’s first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew the White Wolf liked raspberries?

The White Wolf and His Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he can’t quite let her go.

Fragile (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a sick baby.

An Accidental Purpose (Geralt x witchers x OC) - Geralt brings the baby he found in the woods to Kaer Morhen to meet Vesemir and his brothers.

Like Father, Like Daughter (Geralt x OC) - Geralt should have expected his child’s first word to be ‘fuck’.

Raising a Wild Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. That’s his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.

Eleven (Geralt x reader) - For a five-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.

Fire (Geralt x reader) - It’s your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.

Book (Geralt x reader) - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.

Eye of the Beholder (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into view—as any father does—but this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.

Sex and Apologies (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - After the djinn causes the building to fall around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and you’re far from happy.

First (Geralt x reader) - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.

Little Traveller (Geralt x reader) - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.

You Make Me Smile (Geralt x reader) - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a witcher.

Each Other (Geralt x reader) - Geralt would never have believed that he’d one day find himself braiding a teenage girl’s hair, never mind her braiding his… But here he is. And he isn’t complaining.

Like Him (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.

Dad (Geralt x reader) - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him ‘Dad’.

A Mother’s Touch (Yennefer x reader) - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a mother’s arms to wrap around you and hold you close.

To Annoy a Witcher (Geralt x reader) - Five times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.

Wild Rabbit (Geralt x reader) - You meet your mother—the mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but it’s safe to say you’re not happy to see this woman… and neither is Geralt.

Mud Monster (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.

To Love and Be Loved (Geralt x Yennefer x reader) - Geralt and Yennefer aren’t exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.

Fishy Business (Geralt x OC) - Geralt teaches you how to catch fish.

Until the End (Geralt x reader) - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, you’re there to assure him that he’s not alone.

Constant (Geralt x reader) - You’re worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, he’ll stop caring for you. Geralt’s quick to put your mind at ease.

Jealousy (Geralt x Ciri x reader) - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.

Name Game (Geralt x reader) - Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldn’t have.

The Pup and the Cub (Ciri x reader) - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.

The Bard and the Barber (Geralt x Jaskier x Ciri x reader) - Though you’re all too happy to see Jaskier again, there’s one thing that must go: his hair.

Luna Wolf (Geralt x reader) - Geralt finds you on the bleak path of revenge as you hunt the leshy that killed Eskel.

For Eskel (Ciri x reader) - In the Temple of Melitele, you grieve Eskel.  

drabbles

Geralt x Jaskier - (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Lambert x Eskel x Vesemir - (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Witchers (“You know this means war.”)

Geralt x reader - (“I’m bleeding!”)

Geralt x reader - (“Are you mad at me?”)

Geralt x reader - (“What the hell are you holding and why is it…wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader - (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x Lambert x reader - (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader - (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to throw my life in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader - (“I’ll be here when you wake up.”)

Geralt x reader - (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader - (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader - (“You know I love you.”)

Jaskier x reader - (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader - (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader - (“You can join them, you know.”)

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Hey, just wondering if the tag worked and you got a notification or did you just see that I had posted chapter 2?

It definitely worked was just reading that!

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Honestly tho it adheres with the Indian legends , all of the male gods are the ones who invented simping

Confession:

"Ram is literally so funny man, he acts like “its okay ik your so into me” while actively chasing devi down and dressing up to go see her 💀 you expect nothing less from someone under ratans guidance tbh"

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Vicky would too

rip evthys you would've slayed at the met gala

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@ratanslily oh it looks so much better now

fixed it :)

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If you'd choose one of these two to wrestle Kairas who would you pick :v?

Joseph , he won't go too hard on me

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Eris Vanserra Fic Rec Library 🍁❤️‍🔥

these fics are a mix of Eris x reader, Eris x OC, and a few general Eris fics with no pairing. if you've never read an Eris fic before, I highly recommend starting with the first rec below (gust & flame) because that fic made me fall in love with him. enjoy ✨

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

gust & flame (series) 🥀💞🌼

by @theostrophywife

here in your arms. 💞

like you wanna be loved 💞

by @acourtofmenandthirst

The Fox & The Hound 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Destiny's Battleground (series) 🥀💞🔥

In Spite of Our Differences (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

Great Rite 🔥

The Prince of Blood

by @profound-imagination

Finding Home 💞

Rose Gardens

by @munsons-hellfire

Happiness in the Heart 🥀💞

by @sweetcarolina-24

Scorched Shadows

by @azrielbrainrot

Fire on Fire

Mind Over Matter 🥀

by @danikamariewrites

Rescue 💞🥀

Fake Sleeper 💞

Peace 💞

Seekers 💞🌼

Did You Just Say No?

Song of Death

Starfall Revelations 🥀💞

Guilt 🥀💞

Kisses 💞

by @redbleedingrose

Till the End of Time 💞🥀

Pretty? 🥀💞

by @b0xerdancer-writes

It Wasn't Supposed to Happen Like This 🥀💞

by @thisblogisaboutabook

Bad Idea, Right? 🥀🔥

by @azsazz

Cherries, Juniper, and Orange Slices 💞

Fire & Water 🥀🔥

by @honeybeefae

Cauldron Fated 💞🥀🔥🌼

Forgotten Ties 🥀

Valentine's Mini Fic 💞

A Court of Wings & Fire (series) 🥀

Past and Present 🥀💞

Coronation Day 💞

Potions 🔥🌼

by @we-were-beautiful

The Fox and the Hounds 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

My little flame 💞

Her 🌼

My tears ricochet 🥀

by @2thestars-andbeyond

The Fire That Burns Within (series) 💞🥀🔥

by @simkaswriting

What if…Eris had danced with y/n instead?

by @jeannineee

Daylight 🥀💞

Breeding 🔥

by @jdeclerc

a brother's intervention 🥀

by @azrielsdove

Playing With Fire 🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected 💞🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @fieldofdaisiies

Late Again 🥀

Brother 🥀💞 no pairing

Falling 💞🌼

by @azrielsoulmate

Covered in you 💞

by @cupidojenphrodite

Morning After 🔥

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Loose Lips 🥀🔥

by @thelov3lybookworm

Remember me? (series) 💞🥀 from Rhysand x Reader to Eris x Reader

Bloodshed 🥀💞

Not what I expected 🥀💞🌼

by @fineghkst

How Eris acts around his mate 💞

by @ladyescapism

fractured bonds 🥀

by @clairebear08

Woven 🥀

Use Me 🔥

by @historiaxvanserra

If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power 🥀🌼

I Am Not a Martyr, I'm a Problem

by @shadowdaddies

Autumn's Eden 💞

Bramble 💞

by @azrielslightintheshadows

Fake love. 🥀

by @crypticandmachiavellianaugustine

Sweet Nothings 💞🌼

by @readychilledwine

Death of Peace of Mind 🥀🔥🌼

Safe Haven 💞

Relief

Unconditional 💞

Leap 💞🌼

Kissed By Fire

Lapcat 🔥

Pack Mentality 💞

Tainted Love 🥀

by @throneofsmut

Bound In Flames (series) 🥀💞🔥

by @parkerslatte

Overlooked 🥀🌼

Warm Me Up 💞🔥

by @prythianpages

Like An Angel 💞

Cruel, Wicked Thing

by @saphirered

Frozen lake 🔥💞

by @thehighladywrites

Professor Eris 🥀💞🔥

by @thevanserrras

Breaking Point 🥀

Den of Foxes 🥀💞

Happy Equinox at Last 💞

Wake Up 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

Petty 🥀💞

by @secret-third-thing

Never An Honest Word 🥀 no pairing

by @nocasdatsgay

From the Ashes, the Wildflowers Grow (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

by @lucienforhighking

Hounds of Love 💞

Dancing 💞🔥

by @callmeblaire

when fire and ice dance

by @moonlightazriel

Symphonies 💞

When no one hears your calls 🥀💞

by @sellyoursoulforagoodfic

Monstrous Secrets 🥀💞

by @florencemtrash

Flame, Shadow, Beast 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @serpentandlily

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny (series) 🌼

Last Solstice 🥀💞🌼

by @fever-fluff

Unconditional

by @yearning-for-autumn

Would That I

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Honestly so real let's sail in the same boat🫱🏽‍🫲🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼

crazy how I can one shot and deal more damage to enemies in love & deepspace than genshin or hsr 😭

to be fair i understand nothing about levelling and like the pretty characters and scenery <3333

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Okay but here's an Idea rowaelin daughter who has Rowan's powers x Eris

💥She has the best of both Aelin and Rowan

💥loves to dance

💥inhales chocolate cakes(much to the headache of her dad)

💥knows how to rule because she has been sitting in the meetings ever since she was a baby (by her own choice)

💥also these are the same kind of things Eris loves and so does Aelin therefore mom and son in law get along great and while they are brewing a diabolical plan Rowan and his little bird are drinking their 10 cup of coffee in the last hour

💥PS even tho she has wind powers she has some how managed to burn down the kitchen atleast a few times

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lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

masterlist / ao3

CHAPTER IX: HELIOTROPE

Reverie wondered if Ophiuchus could feel her anxiety.

She wondered how far reaching was the bond even if they hadn’t accepted it yet and part of her reprimanded herself once again for not ever asking her sisters more about mating bonds.

Surely she had read countless books, some on High Fae Culture and Customs and all kind of those things, as to not thread blindly into a new word, into this new society that she now belonged. But she barely had really come across anything relating to mating bonds. And she absolutely hated that it had never crossed her mind to look for it or even ask (And then was the whole tangent of Dusk Court being a mystery and not know off until a few hours ago and her having no idea of how it’s culture and customs worked).

She knew basics of what her sisters had commented and sprinkled in conversation. And yet nothing, nothing her sisters had said, nothing she had heard could encompass what she was feeling, nor tell her what he could be possibly tracking of those feelings.

It was warm. A warmth that very much the feeling of late dusk. Of when the daylight begins to give out into the darkness, when the world is held into a limbo. The warmth when the temperature begins to drop. Of walking barefoot on marble floors. Of reading a book while bundled up in wool blankets. That cozy warm feeling.

It was Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood, all mixed up.

It was a soft song, a melody that soothed her bones and her mind, all the same.

It was the male that sat beside her, nothing but polite, sweet and kind to her. Who’s patient to listen to her and mindful enough to ask.

Still, all that didn’t change the fact that she could feel her heart hammering away. As her mind rushed around overthinking, as it often did.

Thoughts of the customs she didn’t know and would have to learn as to not offend him or his court.

Of what expectations and rules would be placed upon her.

Of what he would expect from her

Of what dusk probably looked like.

Of if was to leave with him to dusk now.

Of wondering if he would be kind like he’s being now or if he would change. if they’d have a companionship and friendship like her sisters had with their mates or if she would be fated for a relationship like mother and father.

“Reverie?” She hears her voice and blinks turning her head and finding silver eyes looking at her. Eyes that are definitely worried.

“Forgive me… I got lost in my head.” Reverie says, her cheeks flushing.

Damn it, Reverie. First impressions matter and you’re making a fool of yourself.

“No one will blame you if you’re overwhelmed.” Ophiuchus says, and his eyes seem to be tracing her face, searching.

Reverie merely nods her head, her hands moving back to her lap, clasping them together. “I-…” she trails off before breathing in, gathering her thoughts, “I assume you wish for me to accompany you back to Dusk.”

“Yes…” Ophiuchus says, nodding slightly, and Reverie can hear the caution on his tone, even though her eyes focus on the way a stray curl of midnight black hair, moves falling on his forehead, “yet even though I do wish that. It is your choice.”

Choice.

That’s not something she’s that used to having, to yielding. Her life has been more of a series of things falling into place and her getting comfortable with the circumstances, her adapting herself to wherever she was and what she felt it was needed.

“Oh…” she can’t help but letting out, in fact she doesn’t even notices she does so until she is hearing herself verbally reacting.

And her mind… her treacherous mind, and the thoughts of doubt and wariness that her old hag of a mother instilled in her of course make an appearance.

He probably finds you a nuisance and doesn’t want you. He thinks you silly and childish. He’s a lord and you’re just someone who was made and-.

She forces herself to tune it all out.

“You are more then welcome at Dusk. Whenever you wish to be there.” Ophiuchus adds, probably somehow having an inkling of what possible thoughts are on her mind.

*You don’t want me, you have no idea how broken I am.*

“I believe you’d like the court,” he says quietly, “if the thing with the so called Death God weren’t here. I wouldn’t think twice before offering you for us to go from city to city.”

“Maybe when he’s gone we can do that,” Reverie offers, something warming in her chest at the prospect.

“Anything you wish, My Lady.” Ophiuchus says.

“And…” she exhales, “if I wished to accompany you back to Dusk?”

“Then you can do so,” Ophiuchus says, a small grin blooming on his lips.

“And the catch?” She can’t help but asking, as trepidation fills her.

“Catch?” Ophiuchus frowns slightly, and it takes everything in Reverie not to move and smooth it with her fingers. 

“What do you wish from me?”

“I-“ Ophiuchus blinks, and a thousand and one emotions seem to flicker in his face. “There’s no catch, My Sweet-Eyed girl. You’re my mate and I’m yours. Simple as that. As I said, I just wish to know you.”

“I’m sorry for assuming.” Reverie replies quietly, he probably feels offended by such assumptions.

Repeating his previous actions, Ophiuchus delicately takes her hands — both of them, now — and brings them to his lips, softly kissing her knuckles. “You’re allowed to feel wary, to be overwhelmed, to make assumptions. Just also know that you can ask me whatever you wish, alright? Whatever troubles you, if I can bring you some sort of ease I will do such. I don’t mind answering questions, even though you assume are silly.”

Reverie nods, giving him a smile, a more carefree one than those she previously had given him, and her hands clutch his that are still holding hers.

“Okay.”

And apparently maybe, just maybe, the Mother decided to be kind to her.

….

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lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: This chapter initially revealed one of the secrets that has been kept in the shadows but while editing it well… it has better moments to be revealed.

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER VII: GOLD & SILVER

Reverie’s mind was never quiet.

She always had been an overthinker, for the better or worse. It certainly didn’t stop after the Calderon.

The first month or so, her mind was almost completely shut down — she didn’t go nearly catatonic like Elain, no. But everything was certainly robotic.

It was like she was there but was somewhere else. Someone else.

She barely remembered that time. All she knew was of what Feyre and Nesta told her.

The part she had a brief recollection was on a particularly bad day grasping her older sister arms fiercely and telling her to shut down her mind. To use her Daemati magic and make things quiet.

And to Feyre’s credit, she did. Her mind went into some kind of stasis, feeling like her own mind again.

But it was fleeting in a few hours, it was like her mind was scrambled into a mess.

Feyre mentioned that her mind was complex and she didn’t really knew how to keep that stasis. So later in the same day, Reverie remembered sitting on her brother-in-law’s office. His violet eyes trained on her, but hers avoiding looking directly at him.

“How long has that happened?” Rhysand’s voice was more kind than curious.

Maybe because if she was a child to her sisters’ eyes he probably had looked at her and seen a baby.

She had been only fifteen when thrown into the Calderon.

“Always.”

Because that was the unspoken truth she hadn’t allowed herself to ever speak out loud. Maybe for fear of being different, maybe because she thought something had been wired differently in her mind.

She did have moments all through her life, before the Calderon were she would feel things, know things that she had no way of knowing or no reason to feel.

She remembers explaining that to Rhysand, his apparent confusion at whatever it was. And the mind shielding, daemati-esque training she went through with her sister and him.

It helped. It surely did.

But right now?

It was like everything had melted into nothing.

There’s a warmth surrounding her, like a soft blanket has been placed on her shoulders and she’s soon hit with the scent of Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood.

She only needs a glance towards Feyre to know that the meeting is over and they’re probably coming her.

Her mate is coming here.

His scent reaching her before he even makes it into the room. Half of her wanting to stand up and move towards him.

Like a moth to a flame.

But what suddenly hit her line of thought was that despite the feeling that her so called shield had vanished, her mind was calm. It was calm for the first time in probably ever.

“Ria?” Nesta’s voice, broke her away from her thoughts.

“Yes?” Reverie said, turning towards her older sister.

Nesta placed a kiss on her forehead, “you say the word and we kick him out, High Lord or not.”

Gwyn smiles amusedly at her words but nods.

Elain shakes her head slightly, from her place beside Lucien, who looks far less tense now, “You don’t need to go all Lady Death, Nesta.”

“Hell if I don’t, she’s a baby.”

“I’m eighteen,” Reverie counters, “not a baby.”

“You’re eighteen?” Vivianne asks with wide eyes, “oh goodness you’re a baby.”

Lucien let’s out a laugh.

Reverie sighs, “Not helping, you two.”

“Let’s trust, Ria, yes?” Feyre says, “she has a better head on her shoulders than all of us did at her age.”

“Mother would disagree.” Reverie comments almost automatically, without even realizing she’s speaking until she does.

“Well Mother didn’t know pots from pans so we don’t care.” Elain replies, shaking her head.

Feyre, Nesta, Elain and Reverie all look at each other, amusement shining on their eyes as an old memory comes to mind, before busting into laugher.

“You know had I not know about it all I’d be worried,” Lucien comments quietly.

“Same here, but it’s nice to see them being more lighter when they insult her.” Gwyn says back.

“From what I know. I’m glad they are,” Vivianne comments.

“Glad they’re what?” Kallias’ voice comes from behind his mate, him having arrived as the Archeron sisters try to stop laughing.

“That was your best shenanigan, Nesta.” Feyre says breathing in as she tries not to burst into laugher again.

“Oh well thank you.” Nesta says with a playful smirk.

Meanwhile Reverie and Elain are leaning into one another. Trying to catch their breaths, but they second they look at each other they’re spluttering and laughing again.

“Do I even wanna know?”

“Oh Elain over there just reminded us of something we did was children.” Feyre says, “the hag deserved it.”

“Hag?” The question comes from Eris.

“Our so-called mother.” Feyre says, “now thinking about it she and your father would get along so well.”

“Now that’s a terrifying prospect if I ever heard one.” Nesta says.

“She was that awful?”

Four different snorts come as answer, but one of them makes the attention of the High Lord of Dusk move towards its source, to his mate.

“She tried to drown me once,” Reverie comments as if she’s talking about the weather.

“Oh yeah, that was after she threw that hammer on my back.” Nesta hums.

Meanwhile most of the people in the room is looking at them with wide eyes.

“Got it.” Eris says.

“Madja knows about that?” Cassian asks, approaching his mate.

“Madja considered the idea of finding olden necromancy rituals just she could find out mother and kill her herself.” Feyre comments.

Rhys hums, “I don’t put past her actually finding it and doing it.”

“If we are talking about finding a way to do necromancy please don’t waste it on her.” Elain says, “Reduse, Reuse, Reanimate someone else.”

“Never change, Lainey. Never change.” Nesta says with an amused look towards her sister.

“Yeah I like them,” Elia says in a whisper towards Ophiuchus, “very chaotic.”

But Ophiuchus is not listening to her. Not is Reverie listening to anything that has happened since she last spoke and her eyes found his.

His silver eyes are on golden ones.

Both their gazes locked into one another.

Oh hi, it’s you.

Their eyes seemed to say to one another.

….

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lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: the plan/outline regarding this chapter was completely different but I ended up liking this too much to scrape it. so ophi and ria haven’t met properly just yet. but we do get a small glimpse into something very important and ria does meet someone.

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CHAPTER IV: WARMTH

The first thing that came back to Reverie’s awareness was more of a sensation. Something singing inside of her chest, weaving itself around her heart.

Then the scent of Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood, invaded her senses.

Much like the scent that she would dream while walking on those now so familiar clearings. That would get stronger when she approached the canopy of orange trees.

She slowly felt more awareness coming to her, she was laying down in something soft. There were muffled noises, voices speaking close to her but it was like she had her head underwater. Everything was murky.

She felt a familiar hand clutching her own, she knew that was Nesta’s — whose fingers were tracing her knuckles, in a nervous manner.

A hand moving a strand of hair from her face, Elain.

And she could feel Feyre’s presence both physical and close to her mind.

“She’s awaking.” Feyre’s voice was the first one she heard properly but it was the raw worry in it that made Reverie open her eyes. Eyes that met her sister blue ones but also the ceiling of the winter palace.

Not the time to pass out Reverie, she chides in her mind.

‘I’m afraid, that was a fitting situation,’ Rhysand’s coice comes in her mind, but he’s not on her line of view.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“No not that. Rhys said fitting situation.” Reverie says sitting up with Elain and Feyre’s help. “What did he mean?”

Feyre’s eyes moved towards Elain and Elain looked at Nesta.

“Guys, you three are freaking me out a bit.” Reverie says quietly, eyes darting between her sisters.

“Um… there’s a situation.” Nesta begins.

“A situation really?” Elain asks their eldest sister.

“How you you put it then Elain?”

“That it was her magic reacting.”

“Reacting to what?”

“A mating bond.” Feyre says quietly.

And the silence that follows is deafening. Reverie isn’t sure if she heard it right.

“What?”

“you’re apparently mated to the High Lord of Dusk.” Gwyn says when she realizes no one did elaborate.

Reverie blinks once, twice, thrice, “The what from where?”

“Apparently, besides the whole Kochei thing. Kallias was contacted by the High Lord of Dusk, who’s court had been trapped by magic for over a 700 years.” Feyre says, “you started going pale the second we could feel his magic.”

“oh.”

“Oh?” Nesta says, “that’s your reaction “oh”?”

“I didn’t think I would have a mate,” Reverie says quietly, “I mean yeah, there were the weird dreams in places I never saw but I thought it was my head trying to comfort me after everything, not a mating bond. And now?”

“Well the High Lords are meeting.” Elain says, and Rhys, Azriel and Cassian’s absences make sense. The other two were probably there to keep the united front and to watch over Rhys.

“Shouldn’t you be there Fey?”

“I am. In a way.” She says, tapping her temple. “They’re discussing the basics of what we know. Vassa is explaining what she knows and Jurian is being Jurian and glaring at everyone.”

“That tracks.” Lucien comments.

“Lainey?” Reverie calls turning to Elain.

“Yes?”

“Did you see anything regarding this or him?”

“No.” Elain shakes her head, “but his cousin had to drag him to the meeting when they decided it was for the best to give you some air.”

A knock on the door stops any comments anyone else might make, and Vivianne enters the room, letting out a relieved sigh when she sees Reverie awake.

“Oh good, thank the mother, you’re okay.” she then moves handing her a large mug. “Hot chocolate.” She says when Reverie frowns before accepting the mug, “obviously with added cinnamon.”

“Thank you, Viv.”

“No problem. A little pick me up after fainting is good. I wasn’t sure if you drank alcohol so sweet it is.”

“Good choice.” Elain says with a smile, brushing Reverie’s hair down.

“Now… Feyre, would you tell Rhysand to tell him about her being awake.” Vivianne says, “he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.”

“already done.”

“Territorial Males.” Vivianne says with a dramatic sigh, “they turn into such mother hens.”

Elain snorts while giving Lucien a pointed look.

“Anything you wanna say, Blossom?”

“No dearest, nothing.” Elain says with a playful smile.

Nesta rolled her eyes at the two but Reverie could see the happiness in her eyes at their sister happiness, as Nesta unconsciously kept tracing Reverie’s knuckles.

“Will any of you grace me with the knowledge of his name at least? Or will I be in the dark?”

“Ophiuchus.” Feyre says.

“Like the constellation?”

“Family tradition, I’m afraid.” A voice joins the conversation and a girl with curly jet black hair and silver eyes, makes herself know, with a quick dip of her head in green. “I’m Ayla Hesperus. Ophiuchus’ cousin, and his second.”

“I’m-“

“Reverie Archeron.” Ayla finished with a smile, “quite the myth all of you. Even with so little time with our court being able to contact the outside world again, the stories have already reached us.”

“Ophi almost fainted when we crossed the threshold into the palace. You can ask Lady Vivianne, he all but froze.”

“Just Vivianne, Ayla.”

The jet-haired woman nods but continues to look at Reverie, who looks at her, her curiosity getting the best of her so she has to ask.

“Does your court holds a clearing, a large one by a cluster of mountains. That has a canopy of orange trees by a lake?”

Ayla’s eyes widen. “You saw Euryphaessa.” She says slowly, “it’s our capital.”

“Well, if my dreams are anything to go by it’s beautiful.” Reverie says shyly.

“It is.” Ayla says with a smile. “Well, I just came to check on by. Taran deal with Ophi. I come here and see you’re okay by myself and he stays and pays attention on the meeting. Males I tell you, sometimes… by the mother. I will see you soon.”

And with a dip of her head she leaves.

“Did she just confirm I dreamt about a place that I’ve never been in or even knew that existed?” Reverie asks after a beat of silence.

“She did.” Lucien nods.

“Did any of you have that?”

“Dreamt of the night sky but not something specific.” Feyre says, with a pensive look.

“That’s nowhere near as specific, though.” Elain comments.

“Yeah, fair point.” Feyre says, “everything will be fine, Ria.”

“We are in the middle of a war, Fey.”

“Don’t do that to yourself.” Gwyn says, with a serious tone.

“Do what?”

“Try to push the idea that you can be happy away from your mind.”

Reverie sighs but nods under the gaze of the red headed Valkyrie and of her older sisters.

“It will be alright, Reverie.” Vivianne says comfortingly, “if it gives you any piece of mind, he’s very much a respectable male. And very very handsome.”

Reverie just nods stressing her lower lip with her teeth, but her cheeks flush slightly, the first action results in her gaining a squeeze on her hand from Nesta.

“Are we to stay here or go to the meeting?”

“Staying here is better.” Feyre says, “at least for now.”

……..

Vivianne promptly brings a lot of finger foods and drinks for the other’s when it’s decided that they’re staying in the room.

Elain ends up settling on redoing Reverie’s hair as Nesta and Gwyn tell Vivianne about the Valkyrie training.

“Your mind is away.” Elain says quietly.

“I’m a tad bit overwhelmed.” Reverie says back in the same tone. “And a bit embarrassed.”

“Whatever for?”

“I fainted Lainey.”

“The amount of magic that swirled around the room? It would be weird if you hadn’t.” Elain says.

“Maybe… is it stupid that I’m also nervous?”

“No no it’s not,” Elain says with a shake of her head. “It’s normal I’d say. Me and Lucien met under different circumstances but I do believe that nervousness is about normal when it comes to a mating bond. People just react to the nervousness in different ways.”

“You mean you hiding from him, Feyre throwing a shoe at Rhys and Nesta aggravating Cassian.” Reverie teases.

“And you fainting.” Elain teases back.

Reverie gives her a tentative smile.

“What’s really on that head of yours?”

“You’re a Seer, Nesta is Lady Death and a Valkyrie, Feyre is the Cursebreaker. I’m just me. What if that’s not enough?”

“It will be. You’re enough Reverie, more than enough” Elain says, adamant tone in her voice, as she finishes her hair, “and you never know. Things change with time. We did so didn’t we?”

“Okay.” Reverie says, letting out a breath. “That’s a good point. More than a good point actually.”

“Oh I know I’m brilliant,” Elain jokes practically preening in delight making Reverie laugh.

…..

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OPPENHEIMER REVIEW

I think the movie was absolutely brilliant, the intertwined timelines way of storytelling and the use of the soundtracks is 💯

However there has been alot of disdain about the impact of the bomb dropping not be shown on the main character ie the Oppenheimer,

Let me tell you that the impact is there in many subtle ways they use the fact that he was Jewish and that is where the impact , the remorse and morality comes from, whenhe makes the speech of their success he is inflicted with the terrible reality that he has created and he works all his efforts towards stopping the h-bomb.