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[nebbyy]

hello could you do headcanons smut of baldwin and his chubby wife

King Baldwin x reader - Nsfw headcanons

A/N: Wow these is the first explicit stuff I write for Baldwin!! Thank you so much for this prompt, thinking of a chubby medieval woman makes me think of all the portraits of beautiful women with the most harmonious curves I've ever seen😩😩

As always painting name is Romeo and Juliet by Frank Bernard Dicksee for my art enthusiasts :))

Warning: SMUT, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Unlike modern times, a fuller body has always been sign of beauty and fertility through western history

Although during medieval times anything related to attractiveness and sensuality was deemed as "bad", that still meant that a chubby woman would've been judged not for being against the beauty standard, but to be actually too tempting for the public!

So it comes without saying that young king Baldwin thought he might pass out the first time he saw you, knowing you were his betrothed

You'd awakened something in him, this burning desire to have you, to know how your soft curves would feel in his hands, how your silky skin would brush against his own

I see him having a long series of consecutive days where he woke up drenched in sweat, body slightly trembling as he'd come out of yet another wet dream about you, lying beneath him as he had his sweet way with you

He felt himself getting more and more impatient for the wedding night day to come, to finally be able to call you his

He'd also be quite insecure at first, and scared too. What if the sight of his body repulsed you? What if you wouldn't want to go near him to avoid the risk of getting the disease as well?

He wouldn't blame you for it, it'd be the wiser decision for the both of you

But still, he prays and hopes and dreams that you'd return the attraction he felt from you from the very start. He longs for the feeling of your touch against his numb body

He's a bundle of nerves during the whole ceremony, but he's good at hiding it (well the veil covering his head is); he seems to all calm down only once you're both sitting next to each other at the banquet, and you tentatively lay your soft hand over his laying on the table, shy touches blessing his skin

That night your marriage is consumed in no time, he's basically as gentle as humanly possible while he holds you in his arms, as he's slowly penetrating you

There was no really developed knowledge of foreplay or female anatomy in the middle ages, but it just felt natural for Baldwin to keep his focus on your every reactions while the two of you are making love

He doesn't know what he's doing, and neither do you considering that at that time you probably haven't even seen a naked man other than Baldwin himself, but that doesn't stop the two of you from exploring each other, taking your time to get to know what you like, what makes your eyes roll back and your back arch

I'm not sure if he'd be down for oral, I kind of see him as being a bit self conscious of the level of decay his mouth and face has reached, and I'm not too sure his cum would actually taste good with leprosy and all

Nevertheless, his fingers and cock are more than enough to bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine

Don't expect any public stuff, Baldwin is still an extremely religious man whose values are not to be messed with: these things are meant for the privacy of your quarters alone, there's no need for him to bring this sacred thing you two have out where all eyes could possibly see

He'd probably be more on the vanilla side, being mostly against anything related to giving pain (he'd be indifferent to receiving it since his body is mainly numb, but he wouldn't enjoy it either)

Although he would probably enjoy being the more dominant one in the bedroom, the power dynamic would still remain on a pretty balanced level: you're still his beloved wife, his only equal in his eyes. That's why I could confidently say that Baldwin is the perfect example of soft dom

His favorite position would probably be missionary, just so that he could be able to see your pretty face while he pounds into you

Also because he could get to hold your plush thighs and see the delightful rolls that form on your belly

Your body screams femininity and fertility to him, an alluring combination that gets him going for as much time as you two have

His numbness also grants him a reduced sensibility, so he can afford to go more rounds at a time without having too many problems from it

But as the years pass, his mobility becomes more restricted by his declining health, and along with his agility and stamina in battle his sickness gets the best of him even in the bedroom

And through it all, his burning desire for you was what got him going, what made him spare just a little more energies to later spend with you

The two of you would have to adapt, though, probably changing positions and frequency at which you guys have sex

You might start trying to be the one on top, and he'd guide your every movement while also trying not to lose his mind over just how perfect you look riding him, your every curve bouncing as you move up and down over his cock

He dreams of giving you a baby in those moments, filling you up to the brim, seeing your body get even fuller with your conjoint love. It really saddens him to think that it might never happen

But hope is the last one to die, and he gets his hopes up every time that he comes into your welcoming body, emptying his seed into you, hoping that one day this union will give life to a creature as beautiful as its mother

[dayoldtea]

INSTAGRAM BLURB

GRAMMYs BOY

pairing: harry styles x brazilian!famous!reader

fc: bruna marquezine

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harryflorals HARRY OUT AND ABOUT IN LA TODAY!

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user111 HIS HAIR???!?!?!! IM FUCKING DEAD

user165 excuse me sir, where is your girlfriend?

user241 ok but yn was wearing this same hoodie a few weeks ago during a live on instagram

⤷ user268 i thought i was the only one who noticed! this hoodie is definitely hers

user344 this is giving frat boy harry in the best way

user358 GIRL WHAT IS IN THAT POOR PLEASING BAG 😭

user417 the way he and yn are always wearing each other's clothes—

user450 THIS IS YN'S HOODIE

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yndaily YN WITH SOME FRIENDS TONIGHT IN LA

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user06 she and harry always find the camera

user51 she's so pretty, bye

user76 WHERE IS HARRY????

⤷ user105 that's a good question

user83 the most beautiful woman in the world

user99 @yourinstagram girl, you better be at the grammy tomorrow

user108 i love her so much

user417 MY WIFE

user420 literally everyone's favorite person

user590 why hasn't harry put a ring on her finger yet?

user622 if she really goes to the grammy with harry i will lose my mind 😃

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harry_updatemedia Harry on the 65th #GRAMMYs red carpet tonight! February 5

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user89 THIS OUTFIT. HIS HAIR. HIS SMILE

user92 HIS TATTOOS🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

user187 the real proof that harry looks hot in anything he proposes to wear

user203 SOMEONE HELP ME

user236 harry lambert u had one job...

user248 i can only imagine what yn thought of this outfit

user301 IM NOT OKAY

user412 HE LOOKS SO FUCKING PRETTY IM GONNA BE SICK

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yourinstagram see you soon grammys

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billieeilish i chocked

⤷ user761 literally me

user818 SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING

user891 i would also write two whole albums about her

user912 i just don't know what to say

zendaya excuse me, are you single?

⤷ user1021 lmfao half of the internet is asking the same question right now

user1066 wishing i was harry tonight

harrystyles holy shit

⤷ user2811 LMFAOOOOOO

⤷ user2918 EXACTLY WHAT I SAID

⤷ user3612 LOL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

user3181 MOMMY?? SORRY

jacobelordi wow 🔥🔥🔥

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harryflorals HARRY ON THE GRAMMY STAGE PERFORMING AS IT WAS!

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user80 HARRY STYLES WORLD DOMINATION

user86 im so fucking proud of him 😭

user112 Y/N AND TAYLOR DANCING TOGETHER WAS THE REASON FOR MY BREAKDOWN

user265 i'll never shut up about him

user295 this is art

user300 THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC I CANT

user387 OUR MIRRORBALL

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ynandharryupdates "I want to take a moment to give a special thanks to my beautiful, brilliant and talented girlfriend. Y/N, absolutely none of this would be possible without your constant presence and support in my life. Thank you for being here tonight, and thank you for inspiring me every day to write songs that surely wouldn't exist if it weren't for you. I love you. I love you and I hope to keep showing you that every day as long as you allow me to." Harry Styles during his speech as the winner of the album of the year award at the #GRAMMYs

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user91 sleeping on the highway tonight... 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

user104 "beautiful, brilliant and talented girlfriend" i'm biting my pillow

user117 YN CRYING DURING THE SPEECH KILLED ME

user131 lizzo recording yn's reaction was the cutest thing ever

user145 so many tears

user230 the way yn held harry's hand when they announced the names in the category, the way he immediately turned to her when his name was called, the way they clearly said "i love you" to each other before they embraced and he came on stage to accept the award, the way his voice wavered a little as he dedicated the award to her… im dead

user265 how can i not be single when harry styles is my ideal male pattern?

user341 I'M SO HAPPY FOR THEM 🥺

user410 crying, screaming, shaking, throwing up, pulling out my hair

user437 HE IS SO WHIPPED BY HER OMG

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yourinstagram meu amor (my babe) is a grammy winner

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harrystyles the real winners of the grammy for album of the year

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[mrs-snape5984]

“I think, I know just what you’re longing for…”

“I may be undone, but nothing seems to undo you…” (“My Thieving Heart” by Sivert Høyem feat. Marie Munroe)

Wow…I’m crawling back to the surface of tumblr, coming from hell. My last crash has been one of the worst so far…I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t get myself something to drink, I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t even capable of thinking in a proper way. Since I couldn’t even type anymore, I had to ask my sweet friend @vulnus-sanare to help me out by sending messages to some of my friends. I didn’t mean to make anyone feel worried about me, so please forgive me for my long silence.

This beautiful artwork, which I’ve requested from my lovely friend @opalchalice, is based on a dream, which I’ve had some weeks ago. Lia, I’m sorry for the delay, but I wanted to transform my dream into a short one-shot fiction to honour your fabulous work the way, it deserves to be seen. You know, that I’m a fan of your art, my dear….but this one…damn, Lia! You overwhelmed me with this stunning piece of art! Thank you so much for your understanding of my ideas. I’m beyond grateful for our verbal exchanges and I’m proud to call you my friend. You’re so talented and kind, Lia. Please…never change!

Now…back to my dream. Since I’m struggling immensely with brain fog, due to my disease ME/CFS, I noticed that my ability to write seems to fade away. This isn’t my best work and I’m very aware of this fact…so please keep in mind, that I’ve written this under the torture of my sickness and be gentle with me.

TW: smut and a slight mention of lactation kink…well…I leave it like that. 😅

🔞 🚫mdni 🔥💦 (1012 words)

More to love

It was midnight. From afar Julia could hear the faint tintinnabulation of the church tower bells…ringing once…and her bare feet touched the cold grass beneath herself. Twice…and she felt a cold breeze caressing her blushing cheeks. Tilting her head back, Julia closed her eyes and listened to the remaining ten strikes of the clock tower. Her nightdress was billowing in the wind, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly Julia sensed some arms coming from behind, tightly wrapped around her waist, when she was pulled back against a tall presence. A surprised gasp left her lips, but the familiar personal scent of her husband soothed her nerves immediately. “What are you doing here alone in the middle of the night, Jules?” Even after so many years, the deep voice of Julia’s husband caused a certain weakness to her knees. Severus‘ hot breath tickled the soft spot behind her ear, leaving goosebumps all over her alabaster skin. „You‘ll catch a cold, darling,” he murmured lovingly, burying his face in Julia’s wild curls. “Mmmh…so divine…,” she heard him whispering hoarsely, his voice was dripping with desire.

Severus’ hands roamed over her tummy, clenching the satiny fabrics of her nightdress in his lustful grasp. “Severus…,” she breathed, pressing her back against his chest. “…this isn’t the right pl…,” but one of his hands silenced her resolutely, whilst his other hand passed the plunging neckline of her nightdress, massaging her voluptuous bosom with a firm grip. “Shhh…stand still and be quiet, Jules,” Severus urged her, playfully pinching her erected nipples, causing a muffled whimper from his wife.

Suddenly, Julia felt two more hands grazing over her bare legs and her eyes widened in disbelief when she perceived another man kneeling beside her, shoving her nightgown up to her waist. But this wasn’t just any man, who touched her so intimately! The silky raven hair…the adorably crooked nose…and oh, those mesmerising obsidian eyes! She didn’t understand how this was even possible, but the man on his knees was no one other than a second version of her very own husband…observing her reactions with a seductive smile on his lips.

Julia couldn’t suppress a guttural moan escaping her lips…smothered by Severus’ hand on her mouth, when bold fingertips brushed against the edge of her panties…pulling them aside in a swift move. Another groan found its way up her throat as soon as a finger dipped into her moist depths. “Gods, you’re already so wet for us, Julia,” the deep voice of her husband cut the silence of the night, a subtle hint of mockery seemed to be layered underneath the lecherous tone of his words.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for us, Jules,” Severus murmured close to her ear, still holding her in place from behind her back. His hand released her mouth…only to be replaced by his arm, tightly wrapped around her neck. The tickling sensation of Severus’ breath on her delicate skin sent goosebumps all over her body, which didn’t stay unnoticed by him. His amused chuckle echoed through the air, only to be followed by a strict demand: “Wider, Julia! We know, you could never get enough of us…”

Severus’ commanding tone and the mysterious situation left her speechless and aroused. The wetness between her thighs glistened in the moonlight, causing a never known neediness to creep up inside herself.

“Damn…you’re dripping already,” Severus teased her from his kneeling position, before his thumb started to draw circles on her throbbing clit, causing her to moan in delight. “Just give in and enjoy the magic, Jules…,” his dark voice growled and Julia couldn’t make out, who of them said that. The confusion mixed with her growing excitement made her feel slightly light-headed. Two fingers entered her moist entrance, adding a new layer of greediness to her already tense body. While her husband held her in place, his magical likeness drove the redhead crazy with the gentle and yet determined play of his digits….fingering her deliberately slowly…teasing her clit with his thumb until she begged for more. “Oh, gosh….yes! Please, Severus….fuck me! I’m begging you,” Julia whimpered desperately, almost crying from this lustful torture.

Suddenly a third Severus joined the scene. Julia noticed how good he looked with his man bun, a cheeky strand of hair falling over his eye, just like she had seen it countless times before, when her husband was focused on brewing his potions. His voice sounded so mockingly when he approached her, pinching her hardened nipples through the silky fabrics of her nightgown. “Well, well…what do we have here?,” he groaned huskily before he licked over the delicate skin on Julia’s neck. “Damn, you’re truly insatiable, Jules…but so am I!” Ripping off her dress, Severus revealed Julia’s soft, full breasts and bit his bottom lip in anticipation. “Fuck, Jules…you know, what I want…,” he murmured under his breath before his mouth found its destination…embracing her stiffened nipple with hungry eager. “Let me be your good boy, Jules…,” Severus mumbled before he started to suckle greedily until a small trace of milk drooled from the corner of his mouth…causing her legs to tremble.

“Aah! Severus…yes…do with me whatever you want…,” she whimpered needily, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“Oh no, Jules…open your eyes, my darling,” her husband growled from behind her back. “You will watch us, sweetheart…we want you to see everything, what we’re doing with you…and you will enjoy the view until you’re coming undone.” Julia couldn’t do anything else than nodding obediently, when Severus held her in place for his companions…pressing his hard cock against her back….

Suddenly Julia woke up from her naughty dream, with a loud gasp escaping from her mouth. Blinking rapidly, she looked at her familiar surroundings, feeling the soft surface of the bedsheets beneath her bare skin. Her gaze fell on her peacefully sleeping husband on the other side of the bed. Tenderly Julia bent over to place a little kiss on Severus’ adorably crooked nose…before she slipped underneath the covers to worship him the way, he deserved to be treated…..

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[niuniente]

Black female dogs related to deities appearing in my dreams seem to be my dream trope now.

I had recently a dream of a female Xolo puppy called Lia. Except her breed in the dream was Xolotl, who is a dog headed God of Death (like Anubis) of Aztecs

Last night, in my dream I was walking with an older couple. I saw an animal crossing a road up ahead. At first, I thought it was a wolverine, then it looked like a wolf until I saw it clearly. It was a dog, kind of like Belgian Shepherd dog with a long fur but with a sharper face (like Anubis). The dog came to us and was friendly. We wondered if it was lost, but unfortunately it had no collar.

I noticed another dog, this time black, crossing the road. I beckoned it to come to me. It came to us and it was so happy to see me. She looked like this other dog and we thought they must be from the same owner. She had a collar which said her name was Malini. I wanted to keep Malini, just like I wanted to keep Lia in that other dream.

I checked what Malini means and wow, it's one name for the Hindu Goddess Durga. Durga is one of my favorite Goddesses. She's another form of Parvati, who is Shiva's wife, and I love Shiva and Parvati so much. In Hinduism, the goddess Durga is the protective mother of the universe. She is one of the principal forms of Shakti, the divine female energy in the Hindu religion. Durga is the warrior goddess. As such, she is willing to unleash her vengeance in order to combat evil and demonic forces that threaten peace and prosperity

Apparently, The Hindu Goddess Saraswati can also be called Malini. Saraswati herself is like the Empress in tarot: she rules abundance and wealth, art, speech, wisdom, music and learning.

It's interesting that there are a God of Death and Chaos and a Goddess Warrior (with touch of Empress) both sending me female dogs to look after me now. I feel like I'm in very good hands.

Also, I head a name Kreston in my dream. Turns out Kreston is a global accounting firm. Their main office is in Bahamas (another accounting firm name I have heard in a dream lately! Should I apply for an accounting firm??).

[juceynightmare]

pink carnations part 1 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, slight (?) austin theory x reader

warnings: vomiting, swearing

genre(s): angst, fluff if you squint

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hanahaki - a curable disease which grows flowers inside the victim’s lungs and usually born of unrequited love. in order to cure a person with hanahaki, the love must be returned by the outside party or the victim must undergo surgery which leaves the victim with no feelings towards the outside party. if hanahaki is not cured, the victim will perish.

he looked different now, and that’s not just the blonde hair that she’s talking about. cody rhodes had grown to be a beautiful man. his shirt had filled up nicely with the muscles that he had worked hard to grow and maintain. his face still looked as soft as it was back when they were in ohio valley wrestling together, but his eyes held a depth in them that let her know that he had grown wise in his art. his hands, once soft, had become calloused over the years of being used to punch, slap, and grab his coworkers, ring ropes, and other various objects that were used as weapons. those same hands were waving in front of her face now, as she phased out of her own thoughts.

“hey. earth to y/n. are you going to finish that or can i?” he asked her. without a second thought, she lightly pushed her tupperware of salad over to the overgrown manchild that sat across the table from her. she stayed silent, watching him as he finished the rest of her food and text his wife as he did so. his voice hasn’t changed from what she could tell. it may have some more rasp in it then it used to, but the lisp is still there and it is so undeniably cody’s voice that she didn’t think it changed.

“slow down, codes. how will you text my wife if you choke on the food? actually, go ahead so i can finally snatch her from you.” y/n joked, reaching over the table with her fork in hand to grab one more bite of her salad before cody could finish it all.

brandi. y/n remembered when she first heard about cody and brandi and how much her heart hurt, and how much it still clenches in her chest whenever she sees the two together. she remembered how hard she had tried to hate her when all she knew about them was through a screen. she remembered when cody had returned to the wwe and how brandi was there. she remembered when she ran into them backstage and thought to herself “wow” when she saw them. she remembered how nice brandi had been to her when cody introduced her as an “old friend” to his wife, and how she let cody go and catch up with his “old friend”. she remembered when brandi would always say hi to her before greeting her husband whenever she was backstage. she remembers all the laughs and good times she has had with brandi whenever they hang out for a “girl’s night” or even over a text conversation.

and yet brandi will never know about cody and y/n. the late nights after training that were filled of cody and y/n going to a random taco truck, sitting down and cheating on their diets “for tonight only”. those random wednesdays when cody would teach y/n how to drive as y/n was a late bloomer to a lot of those “normal” things people would do. that day that y/n had hit a parked car while trying to park and cody was laughing at the girl’s panic before calming her down and holding her. the way cody would guide y/n through the backstage area with a hand resting on the small of her back. the way y/n would turn down the brightness of her laptop screen whenever cody had fallen asleep beside her and she stayed up to game or watch videos. those stolen kisses backstage before either one of them would go out for their match for the night. the late night movies in bed turning into the two of them getting tangled into the sheets. brandi will never find out about all those times that happened all those years ago, and cody had made sure of that.

so, to everyone else in the locker room, their bosses, and brandi: cody and y/n have always been good friends and that’s all they ever will be.

“you keep yapping about stealing my wife, but if my memory serves me right: i do believe you are going through a horrible dry spell right now.” cody teased his friend, shoveling the last bite of the salad into his mouth after he spoke. he was smiling as he chewed, reaching over to pick up the lid of the tupperware and y/n’s fork. y/n wished he didn’t put her fork into the tupperware and close up the box before handing it back to her: it’d make it easier to find someone who would treat her half as good as he does.

“and you’re acting like i actually want to end my dry spell.”  she lied, knowing that the man she’d want to end her dry spell with was sitting across the table from her and happily married. “look codes, hypothetically, and i mean hypothetically, if i wanted to end my dry spell it would have been over long a long time ago.”

cody shook his head with an amused chuckle in an endearing manner. he got up from his chair, pulling it over so it was beside y/n’s own and sitting back down beside her. she tried to ignore how good his cologne smelled when he slung his arm over her shoulders. she tried to stop her heart from breaking out of her chest from how hard it was beating.

”hey, there’s something i’ve been meaning to show you. but try not to make a scene, okay? i don’t want anyone else to find out yet.” he leaned in to whisper in her ear, only pulling back to take out his phone. he kept his arm around the woman, who was now simply staring at him with a bewildered look.

try not to make a scene? she couldn’t believe what she heard him say. it was as if the man had forgotten how dramatic she really was. but nothing could have prepared for the heartbreak she was about to experience.

she looked down at her lap, where the man had rested his hand face up to show her his phone screen. she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder to pull her closer to his chest at the same time she could hear her heart slow down.

brandi’s pregnant.

it was just an image of brandi holding up a positive pregnancy test, and yet it hurt oh so much.

y/n turned in cody’s arms so she could face him, flashing him a large smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on top of his shoulder. “holy shit codes, no way! and you expect me to not make a scene you motherfucker. holy fuck! you’re going to be a dad! i’m going to be an auntie!” she whisper-yelled to her friend as he laughed and hugged her back.

he couldn’t see how fast her face fell as soon as she hugged him. he couldn’t see the sadness that had now pooled in her eyes or the way she was trying not to let the tears fall. and he couldn’t tell how hard it had suddenly became for y/n to breathe.

“we found out last month. it also might be a little early but, we’d love for you to be a godmother to the baby. which also implies there being a godfather so you better find yourself a man soon, little one.” he had laughed in her ear, squeezing the woman in his arms. he let go after hearing her yelp from the sudden squeeze.

“you won’t be calling me ‘little one’ when my godchild comes along, codes. and if you want there to be a godfather than by all means, go find one. i am completely fine on my own” she lied through her teeth, pulling back from the embrace and staring into his eyes with a wide smile on her face.

his smile reflected her own, before he stood up and brought the chair back around the other side of the table where he got it from. he walked back over to y/n, leaning down slightly to kiss the woman on her forehead. “alright, i’m off to get ready for tonight. i have to cut a promo with roman as soon as the show starts. i’ll text you later, and let me know if anyone causes you any trouble!” he said his goodbyes to her before walking off to the guys’ locker room.

and although it should be easier to breathe with one less person in the large catering area, y/n could only feel her heart and lungs tighten in her chest as she watched him leave. the kiss he had laid atop her head stung as if he had set her on fire. y/n was not aware she wasn’t breathing until she tried to gasp for air. she shot up from her seat, forgetting her tupperware and bag on the table as she walked to the bathroom.

and for once, the dramatic y/n did not want to cause a scene. her sudden motions had caused her to grow nauseous, and at some point she had taken in a large intake of air. she stumbled into the nearest bathroom - not knowing if it was the women’s or men’s room - and nearly fell into an open stall. she didn’t get a chance to close the door, nor did she care about the loud shrill of “y/n? are you okay?”

all she should hear was the sounds of her own dry heaving and hacking. all she could smell was something like flowers. her vision was full of stars. it came all at once and ripped through her chest and throat like someone cutting her open with a dull knife. and suddenly a single pink carnation flower fell into the toilet bowl.

she couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared down at the petal. a pink carnation. the same flower he had bought when he asked her to officially be his girl. the same flower that cody had given her before he had flown off to join the wwe main roster. the same flower that she would forever associate with him.

the pain flooded away, although y/n was still left breathless. she continued gasping for air as the stars cleared from her version. she could feel a hand rubbing circles on her back, and she hadn’t even noticed that her hair had been pulled back and away from her face in a makeshift ponytail.

“thank you” she whispered out after finally calming her breathing, sitting up from being bent over the toilet bowl. she felt her hair fall back down against her shoulders and watched as the person flushed the toilet for her.

“you’ll be okay, y/n. i got you” she heard him say behind her.

austin theory. an asshole to the wwe universe, but arguably one of the nicest guys backstage. the young man helped her sit with her back against the stall wall, and he crouched down in front of her.

she stared into his eyes, feeling tears pour in her eyes before she let herself fall forward and cry into his chest. she could tell austin didn’t know what to do. after all, the two were more acquaintances than friends and have only changed a few greetings here and there whenever they’d cross paths.

“don’t tell him, please. it’s pathetic.” she whispered, which austin acknowledged by wrapping his arms around the woman, knowing that all y/n needed right now was someone to be there for her.

hanahaki was not a common disease, but it was common enough that people knew about it. what was once believed to be a fictional disease turned out to be very much real. any doubt that y/n had about flowers being able to grow in one’s lungs simply because the person they loved didn’t love them back had disappeared in her mind. after all, she was living proof of the disease now.

“but why? why now? i’m over him. i’ve been over him. he’s married. he has a kid on the way. and i’ve been by his side for months now as just his friend. so why now?” she cried into his chest, feeling herself cough as she did so.

and if other people walked into the bathroom and heard her crying or saw the multitude of flowers that began to fall to the ground, no one said a word.

and if cody, who happened to ask around where y/n was after finding her things left out on the table in catering, had passed by the bathroom on the way to find her only to hear her crying from inside following by what he thinks to have been austin theory comforting his girl, he didn’t say a word.

and if he waited off to the side of the bathroom, waiting for you to walk out preferably without austin behind you so he himself could find out why you were crying and comfort you, he didn’t say a word.

but cody did wonder if you felt him staring into your back as he watched austin carry you out of the bathroom.

he knew austin definitely did. austin had acknowledged him with a nod the second that he had stepped out of the bathroom. and cody could tell from the way austin carried you away from cody and eventually out of cody’s line of sight, that austin did not want him anywhere near you.

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[salmonpiffy]

Hi!

I just want to express how I appreciate your arts with Lysandra and Faye(tos).

In fanfiction I sometimes stumble upon opinions that Kratos took Lysandra and their marriage like something for granted. And didn't appreciate her as much as he did to Faye. It hurts to see such points 💦

Specific of the old games is the reason why we haven't seen Lysandra that much and have no a lot of cutscenes. But, well, when Kratos says to Faye that part of him will die with her, he mean it, because he already has dead parts in his heart. Loosing his wives still traumatize him as hell over the years.

Anyway, thank you very much for your art. You are a steady pillar of Fayetos fandom 💞 especially I love your hurt/comfort art, where Faye helps Kratos with his injured arms.

Maaaaaybe one day you will draw Kratos with Lysandra too? 👉👈 (Lysantos? We don't even have a name for his greek marriage, what a shame 💦)

Wow this is the longest ask that I've ever receive XDDDDDD

I believe Kratos loves Lysandra very deeply too. We just don't get to see much of his grief for her since he was blind with rage or focus on taking revenges. But in God of War Ascension, we at least get to see him with Lysandra (even that's not the real Lysandra tho...)

When I was young, seeing Kratos being soft with his wife and daughters (or others that he cares) in the old games feels so good and heartwarming. Losing all of them in the end was very sudden and tragic af :(

This is why I'm in love with Kratos and Faye so much since God of War 2018. It's feels like the good old days again, they are SOOO good for hurt/comfort trope. I'm very happy to finally see Faye in Ragnarok. The dream sequences are my most favorite! (Santa Monica Studio, please give us more Fayetos content in the future)

Thank you so much for appreciating my arts. Although I don't know when will I move on from them, but I'll continue draw them as much as I can.

#1 Fayetos stan!! :D

Bonus : There you go Kratos and Lysandra!

[jahayla-parker]

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Descr: SMAUs of Freddy Carter’s girlfriend/wife (unspecified) singer!reader and the Shadow and Bone cast supporting each other on their latest releases!

Warnings: few curse words, minor flirting, that’s all I think!

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[farlynthordens]

SKB Short Story 2 - Mushroom Keeper Caravan

summary of a short story published in Dengeki Bunko, vol 62. takes place between v1 and 2.

this is the only short story that had original art with it (above), and I love it so much🥺 anyway...

Milo is taking a bath alone under a cold waterfall. as you do. it’s transitioning into winter, so bathing in the tepid waters isn’t really appealing to most people, but milo seems to be glad that he’s clean.

He gets out of the water and dresses himself. he wonders if bisco is still busy, since he hasn’t shown up yet to take his own bath.

He finds bisco by their camp, helping actagawa finish pulling off the shell layer he’s shedding. once free and feeling better, actagawa goes to play in the river.

B: “I’m beat. He hadn’t shed in a while, so I thought he was done growin’... but looks like he’s still got a lot left to do.” M: “Come on, you should go take a bath! I’ll make lunch in the meantime.” B: “Can’t, still got one more thing to do. Actagawa’s markings came off ‘cause he shed, so I gotta paint those back on before--”

Bisco picks up on a faint noise, then gives a look to milo. they draw their knives just as steel arrows come flying at them. the arrows are knocked into nearby trees, and explode into mushroom clusters.

Actagawa comes to help. he makes a beeline for the waterfall and bashes the cliff with his claws, causing a person who was at the top of the cliff to fall into the pool in front of them.

Milo saves the person from drowning. he and bisco realize it’s a male mushroom keeper. bisco angrily asks if he had come after them for the bounty money, and wants to know which tribe he’s from.

The guy explains that because actagawa had no markings, he thought they were part of some enemy group. he then looks up at bisco... and seems to recognize him?

??: “It’s me, Chaba! Y’know, grandson of Gana from the Tottori tribe. Wow, this takes me back. I used to read to you all the time!” M: (“Do you know him?”) B: (”Uh... maybe... but I don’t remember him at all...”)

Chaba says that his caravan, the entire Tottori tribe, was about 30 minutes behind him while he scouted the path. gana, who is the tribe’s elder, decided that they should all move to Imihama now that it’s become a mushroom keeper refuge.

He’s about to go bring the caravan to their location, but then looks bisco over again and gets teary-eyed. C: “...Man, you really became a right mushroom keeper, didn’t you Bisco? I bet gran will be happy to know that. And I’m sure Jabi is happy too, from up in heaven...” B: “Uh? Wait, Jabi isn’t....!” Chaba runs off without listening.

Slight skip ahead to when they meet up with the caravan. bisco and milo talk with gana as she skillfully paints the mark of the god enbi onto actagawa’s shell. after she finishes painting, she starts smoking from a pipe.

Gana asks how “akemi” is, and bisco tells her that he is not only alive but doing well after having his rusting cured. G: “Monster with the devil’s luck, he always has been. I was lookin’ forward to defacin’ his funeral portrait, but s’pose that won’t be happenin’.” M: (”Who’s Akemi?”) B: (”That’a Jabi - Hebikawa Akemi. If you read ‘hebikawa’ different, it’s ‘jabi.’“ M: (“What, it was just a nickname...?!”) G: “And his little brat, too, just narrowly avoided leavin’ this mortal realm and grew up strong. Guess I should give praise where it’s due. ... You even managed to nab a pretty girl. Well, it don’t matter how strong ya get if ya can’t pass it on to the next generation.” B: “Wait, by ‘pretty girl’, you mean him?”

Milo is uncomfortable under their stares. M: “Um, hello. I’m Milo, Bisco’s--” G: “My, yer even cuter up close. Lemme see yer hands. Do ya know how to use a bow?” M: “Y-yes! Bisco taught me...” G: “Well ain’t that great! At least this kid did somethin’ right finding such a nice wife. But yer just all muscle... ya don’t look well suited to breastfeedin’.” M: “Wife?? Huh? Wait- what...! GYAHHHHH!!”

Gana pinches milo’s chest with incredible strength and milo starts yelling in pain. he doubles over and bisco just stares at him, not knowing what to do or say. he then gets slapped on the head.

G: “Damn fool! Do I gotta hold yer hand to bring ya to yer wife? Don’t ya know we’re havin’ less mushroom keeper kids these days?!” B: “I never fuckin’ said that I got a wife, you old bitch! Jabi retired and this is my new PARTNER! I gotta spell it out?” G: “Oh, is that right? With a face like that, I thought he was a lady! Hehehe... ahaha!”

She bursts into a fit of laughter. everyone seems happy seeing their leader in a good mood. they crowd around bisco and milo, asking them for favors like if bisco can fire a shot for them or if milo can read books to the kids. gana then calls on the tribe to bring out their best alcohol and meat, and of course good food for actagawa too.

Bisco turns red in embarrassment and tries to tell Gana something. B: “Uh... ma’am. Sorry, but I don’t really--” G: “Oh I know, ya think ya won’t like what we got. Don’t worry, I like to drink so I have lots of good stuff. Ya won’t be bored here, I tell ya.” Milo was the only one who knew that Bisco didn’t drink alcohol, and he snickered as he whispered into Bisco’s ear. M: (“It’s okay, I’ll take your drink if you take some of my food. If they bring out centipede karaage, make sure you eat it for me.”) B: (“O... okay. Let’s do that.”) G: “Would yer panda friend like his own tattoo? I’m good at ‘em, unlike the other elders. How about one that gives divine protection from a real strong god?” M: “No way! Really?! Okay, then I also want mine under my right eye here...” B: “Hell no, stop! Calm down, old hag! And stop listenin’ to her, Milo!”

They spend the entire night partying with the caravan, getting strung around teaching people archery and medicine and other things. off to the side, actagawa just quietly ate his food and played in the river.

THE END

Other notes:

Chaba means tea leaf, and Gana (her name written in the story as ガナ) might be a reference to Ghana (ガーナ) chocolates?

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

John Dory and Sable ❤️

Short Story - One Shot

CONTEXT

The night before the Met Gala John Dory visits Sable after one of her shows. He basically wanted to confront his childhood bully. He wanted to be an adult about it and get some stuff off his chest. He ends up blowing up at her. Sable is of course hurt, but lets him yell. John realizes he is basically yelling at her for every mistake that HE has made. He is suddenly embarrassed for directing his rage at her, clumsily apologizes and leaves.

The next night at the Met Gala, Sable has just finished performing for all the guests and John Dory has retreated to a huge, empty wing of the museum, filled with nature themed paintings.

***

John absentmindedly stared at a huge painting. His mind is somewhere else.

Sable appeared at a corner doorway “I didn't know you were a connoisseur of the arts, John Dory. I'm impressed.”

“I’ll have you know, I'm a regular one of those art ugh…consumers.”

They both look towards the huge abstract painting.

“‘East Meets West.” Sable begins to explain the painting in front of them “A portrayal of the end to a timeless conflict. Merging of cultures. Both to grow greater than ever seen before.”

Okay, he was a little impressed that she knew that off the top of her head “Wow, really?”

Sable snorts “I have no idea, it sounded pretty real though, didn't it?”

JD smiles a little before sighing “Sable. About last night. I was acting like a moron. I was taking things out on you. I shouldn'ta done that and I’m sorry.”

“You’re right, you are a moron.”

John deadpans.

“However, I think it needed to happen. It seemed like you had been holding that in for a while?”

“Does twenty years count as a while?”

“One would think so.” she shook her head.

They both stare at the painting again.

“I forgive you for your outburst. However, some of your anger wasn't misdirected, John Dory. I am aware that I wasn't kind in my youth. Try as I might, I can't change who I was then, but I'm trying to be a better Troll now. You don't have to forgive me, but I do sincerely apologize for the way I have treated you in the past.”

“Did you practice that?” he frowned.

“Unfortunately, due to my behavior I have had to make this apology to quite a few Trolls.” she sighed sadly.

John Dory considered her words carefully.

And he stuck out his hand.

“Truce?”

Sable offered him a grateful smile and accepted his hand.

“Truce” They firmly shake hands.

“I would very much still like to make it up to you, John Dory. I would love for you and your wife to be my dinner guests.”

“Nah, you do have to make…hold on, me and my what?”

“You… your wife?”

“I don't have a wife” he laughed awkwardly.

“Then… who's Rhonda?”

John Dory suddenly understands the confusion and chuckles.

*cuts to outside, where all the critters are ‘parked’ Unfortunately the water from the Techno Trolls critters had turned the ground into a thick mud which Rhonda had evidently been rolling around in.*

JD whistles and a muddy Rhonda comes bouncing over to the edge of the pen.

John opens the pen gate before realizing his fancy gala cape will drag in the mud. He unties it, not quite sure where to put it. Without thinking he drapes it over Sable’s shoulders.

Sable is startled at first but quickly takes hold of the cape before it falls off.

“Look how muddy you are! Just couldn't resist, could you girl! No, you couldn't. Had to pay back Daddy for making you have a bath today huh?! Yes you did!” JD cooed to Rhonda as he scratched under her chin. It causes her back leg to twitch.

Sable smiled at the sweet sight.

John gestures between them.“Rhonda, Sable. Sable, Rhonda.”

“Good evening Rhonda, that is a lovely pink bow. Very elegant.”

Rhonda frowned, looking Sable up and down. She hadn't decided yet whether she liked Sable or if she should eat Sable.

“Sable invited us to dinner, Rhonda. Isn't that nice of her?” JD leaned his ear in. Rhonda did not make any kind of noise in response. “Rhonda says thanks for the invite, but gosh darn, wouldn’t ya know, she’s got plans.” John shrugged.

Rhonda frowned at JD. What in the world was he talking about?

“Oh Rhonda, what poor timing I have.” Sable reached out to stroke Rhonda’s face but Rhonda quickly leaned away from her touch and shifted closer to JD.

“Yah, regular party animal, she is.” he chuckled.

Rhonda side-eyed JD.

“Well, Rhonda with your permission, I request to borrow John Dory tomorrow night as my dinner guest.”

Rhonda frowned at her.

“In return, perhaps when your schedule opens up, you and I can schedule a mud bath together.”

Rhonda huffed.

“Rhonda, what has gotten into you?” John Dory raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

Rhonda raised an eyebrow at him as if to say “Me?”

“She's quite territorial of you.”

“Yah, she's a good one. Aren't ya Rhonda? Who's my best girl? Always looking out for meeeeee!” He cooed as he scratched her cheek.

Rhonda accepted the scratches but still kept one eye on Sable.

Rhonda pulled away from John Dory and stretched out her legs.

Oh no.

“Rhonda, don’t!” he warned.

Shake shake shake shake shake

Mud goes flying and lands on JD and Sable.

JD was horrified “Rhonda! We don't cover nice Trolls with mud! Bad Rhonda!”

Rhonda rolled her eyes and wanders off.

“What the… where is this attitude coming from, young lady?”

Sable giggled as she looked down at the mud covering her.

“I am so sorry about Rhonda, Sable” he pulled the cape off of her shoulders. “I do not know what her problem is but she will be getting a stern, talking to when we get home.”

Fancy cape be darned, he used it to wipe the mud off of Sable.

“No harm done. Rhonda is just protecting you. It's sweet really.”

“If you wanna cancel dinner, I totally get it.” he sighed almost sadly.

“A little mud won't scare me off but if you don't wanna have dinner with me you could have just said so. You didn't have to send your attack armadillo after me.”

He hesitated with the cape but then wiped the mud off her face “One look from a pretty Troll and she's immediately jealous.”

“Careful John Dory. You just called me pretty.” she smirked.

Oh sugar.

“What? No I didn't…I…I said that you think that you're pretty.” he blushed just a little bit.

She raised an eyebrow at him but let it slide.

He flicked out the mud from the cape the best he could and threw it over his shoulder “Ya sure you wanna be seen in public with me? Gossip magazines will be all over it.”

“I am fully prepared to risk such a scandal, John Dory.”

“Ya sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“But are ya sure?”

“Jonathan Dorian!”

“Alright alright, you don't have to beg. I'll go to dinner with you.” he smirked. He offered her a hand to help her down from the stone they were standing on.

“Very well, it's a date then. However, I'll have to let you know the details later. They should be serving the entrees right about now.” She turned to make her way back to the Gala.

He smirked at the thought of food but suddenly stopped in his tracks, falling behind as she continued on.

Hold on, it's a what?

[chicken-delight]

speech to text. God remember my speech to text erathat was fucking crazy. I need to start doing that again. Ever since I discovered Pamela des barres freshman year of high school, or actually really, it goes as far back to like being in the One Direction and being fascinated, by whoever it was the normal girl that Louis Tomlinson was dating that Eleanor girl. And like Louis was my guy but I wasn’t jealous of Eleanor. I was like fascinated with her because I guess a little bit of it was like wow she got my man, but I also was fascinated with how she dressed, and was really bummed out that like she didn’t have a strong social media presence. Anyways. But when I discovered Pamela des barres, it really cemented the fact that I love the presence of “the woman“ in my favorite forms of art. And this entire thought was queued by that picture that has a Jane in the background the picture of Richard and Robbie and is it Elliott? I can’t remember, even though I just looked at it. but I don’t know. The woman behind the man is always just been more fascinating and more alluring to me. Because it takes a lot to be in a relationship with a man in general, but it takes a lot to be in a relationship with a man who is a creative. Because OK I already know this isn’t gonna come out the way I want it to come out but I’m just hoping that you guys are understanding where I’m coming from. Because there is something about a creative man, and I’ve only really had experience with musicians and writers where they are like children who just got done eating a lot of candy and just have all that energy. Except the energy is creative energy. And they have so much of it that they don’t know what to do with it and a lot of the time it’s you know the tale is old this time that there is the number one love and everything comes after that. I think Anita Pallenberg has a quote about that. Is like you can be in a relationship with a musician, but you must always know that the music is going to come first. And it’s not the way it should be, but it is the way that it is. and there’s not a very clear line between if it’s just how creative people are in general or if it’s the person. But they have all this energy. They just need to focus on getting it out or else they���re gonna explode. So it takes a lot of patience. It really is like raising a child. Willy is my child. He is my father. It’s like your nurturing it but you’re also in awe and it moves you. One of my favorite things about Pamela des barres. is she can describe the feeling you get when you listen to something that really moves you and how that makes you wanna be connected with the people who make it and make you feel so good. And it’s beyond good it’s very spiritual. It’s like the closest thing to ecstasy that I can imagine. Is when you listen to a song that really speaks to you. so there’s a weird dynamic in between whoever is making it and their partner who loves them but must also love the art. it obviously doesn’t have to be a woman it’s whoever is on the receiving end of that. And it’s even cooler when we find out that the partners of these Rockstars are creatives themselves because then that makes the relationship i think a little bit different. It’s a mutual muse. Anyways, I’m just rambling. Don’t read this. But read it. So just makes me happy especially because the band is heavy on my mind to see pictures of Jane of Dominique and ricks wife. I forget what her name is. because the partner of any creative. And I don’t just mean art. Teachers are creative. Lawyers are creative journalist are creative being a stay at home parent is creative. But there’s a certain role of the partner that is very sacrificial. And in the most healthy of relationships understand that whatever their partner is doing whatever they are creating is bigger than them. The energy is so wild and so big that it is almost beyond them and when it’s bursting it’s bursting and it needs to get out. And I think what the band we’re doing out, Woodstock is the prime one of the prime examples of that that I know of where

[sshireens]

2, 6, 8, 12 👉👈?

THANK YOU YINNIE 💓💓💓

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

this requires me to narrow down my favs, which is so much more difficult than i ever could have expected. yin if i don’t answer the ask quickly this was why. catelyn tully would never top because ned lays pipe and she’s a freak like that. saw a ss of a reddit post that was like ‘my wife likes to get blitzed and then come home and have me fuck her brains out’ and thats her. brienne is never bottoming and jaime is never topping because jaime has some kind of reversed gender thing going on that makes him want to be a girl but not to another man. and brienne lives to serve. she literally is a sword. and thats a penis metaphor as we all know. margaery is never topping men because despite being the first ally in westeros she thinks thats weird. these are compelling arguments to me! daenerys stormborn is NEVER. NEVER NEVER NEVER. never bottoming because A). thats the prince that was promised B). jon likes to get dicked down C). i personally believe that being sold and traded will lees her to discover (amidst her several trysts with irri jhiqui and doreah (bc u cant tell me otherwise. irri is canon first of all)) that she, as the breaker of chains and mother of dragons and khaleesi of the great grass sea, is not inclined to experience things at the whim of others but rather the opposite. is that appropriate to say.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

oh god. SORRY PLEASE DONT SHOOT ME EVERYONE! daemyra (this might be biased bc i just dont like daemyra) some sansan ppl really get under my skin…. LUCEMOND JESUS CHRIST. almost forgot about them (was almost free). wow sorry lucemond shippers first place for annoying. its not that im an omegaverse toxic incest yaoi anti its just. Its the people it truly is i cannot even enter that circle. there is a blog on here though i can’t remember the url of that makes cute sfw art that doesnt frighten me and ive been known to browse, even hit like once or twice. lucemond still stay away from me please

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

daenerys is not going to be queen of the seven kingdoms NOR SHOULD SHE BE. if daenerys takes the iron throne the whole series is pointless

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

what qualifies as unpopular. also what do we consider like. because i consider like as in ‘this is a fun character to see interact with the world’ and NOT!!!!!!!!! ‘i support this guy’. just to clarify for any other viewers at home. a character ive seen a lot of people Dislike but i think deserves to be heard out is criston because he’s funny and thats it thats why everyone should like him. but i dont consider him unpopular? hmm tough tough …… will i get flayed if i say larys like i mean he’s just sick i love wondering what is going on in that head. in regards to characters i think are not given enough attention: jaehaera targaryen. ‘she’s a little girl shes a non-character’ SHUT UP. she’s a little girl exactly. she didn’t get the chance to be her own person she is alicent’s pain helaena’s pain and her own. GOD MY BABY GIRL….. she names her dragon death…… AUGH DONT EVEN TALK TO ME DOONNTTT EVEN. um also rhaella, daughter of rhaena the lesbian AND! mother of daenerys. bc first of all rhaella and aerea switches thats true. so like. rhaella septa rhaella wondering if that was meant to be her. wondering if maybe it would have never happened if she hadn’t traded places. is it kinder to force her twin into the faith or to let her die? Augh. also daenerys’ mommy just… why dont we know about her i need more people on here like me willing to band together to make up canon. i guess thats not really a reason why people should like them. ALSO SHIREEN BARATHEON I DONT KNOW IF YOU CAN TELL BUT IM THE BIGGEST SHOOTER FOR SHIREEN THATS BABY THATS MOTHER THATS THE PRINCESS THATS MY DAUGHTER THATS ME I LOVE HER SO BAD OH NY GOD SHIREEN PEASE COME HOME THE PEOPLE MISS YOU. and i know everyone dgaf about baby boy bowl cut brown boba eyed broken bran. but i gave birth to him. and thats why you should like him.

i don’t consider myself a targ girlie and then it comes to questions abt asoiaf and i can only answer in reference to them 😔 tried to be diverse 🤞

[exoticalmonde]

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part IV)

Wow, relishing the Logos art while also staying tuned to what happens in the chapters for REAL this time? Well, all I can say before we continue is a reminder:

WARNING: This post is going to contain a lot of yapping from me about Hoederer and how much I love him and will also have a LOT of spoilers.

This kind of reminds me of 'The Lion's Song' because there was a person there, I think, who wanted to commemorate all the soldiers' lives in paintings I think. Those who passed away in the war he'd send to their families. But I don't remember how that ended honestly...

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Sometimes I forget their dynamic and because I don't usually use W and don't pay attention to her that much (considering she is Pinkie's crazy wife to deal with), she ends up saying something so out of the left field I get vertigo.

"GOOD NEWS THOUGH-" **Insert explosion**

W: [Hard to say. There's an old hag kind of keeping me at arm's length from their beloved 'Doctor'.]

Yes, and boy do I feel safe with her.

W.

I will learn to use the word lollapalooza unironically.

HAVE ANY OF YOU HEARD OF A WAY TO KILL A LITCH?

YEAH? IS IT BECOMING PROBLEMATIC NOW?

This is terrible to say and at the meantime gosh has it been since chapter 9 that we have been crying and suffering from litches.

13-2 Before: The Injury At Hand

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Oh... Oh god what is that?

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In the following story, we're in the POV of Guard who we know from a couple chapters before, but I forgot about him as a whole. Which I am sorry for, because he's turning out pretty cool. He took part in saving the Doctor from Ursus initially, but after staying behind and being a little affected by the situation and the worsening of the situation leads to the death of Ace and Scout.

Now we are reminded that he's part of Nine's gang - Reunion, or what was left of it, being picked up again after Talula... Who didn't even stay at Rhodes for long enough, she got kidnapped again and is basically being used as some type of glue for the group even though she is falling apart herself, not willing to off herself but not wanting to continue the same path she was forced to take.

We met him in chapter 7 again before Lungmen and Chernobog were about to crash.

I've also forgotten what is reunion doing here out of all places. They are putting themselves between a rock and a hard place while also saving lives... Since, apparently, Victorians are very openly against the infected and the presence of Litches, Sarkaz and originium in general is going to lead to many, many infected.

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Not to mention having to leave their homes. I know I will lose my soul if I actually have to abandon my house for any reason. They just get what they can use, not just something they find precious that should be carried, and they have to leave. Marauders could be in any corner, you can't really take valuables, so you just have your life, some clothes, perhaps enough food until you HOPE you find somebody who can help.

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I love the hair gel detail, why is everybody talking about this now? What does it matter if your hair looks good or not, you are half-dead 63% of the time! We all have depression and look after each other only because it's easier than to allow yourself to affect the mentality of someone else by being allowed to slack off.

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Oh no, he has a headache. You have been assigned the Ebenholz disease.

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Also, imagine having rock cancer and suddenly the place where you work is like 'No, you don't actually get insurance for *checks list* dying, so it would be best if you get fired and maybe go home to see your kids for like 2 days before perishing because we have NOTHING to help with.'

That's the type of health-ism we are talking about.

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Unfortunately, Guard decided that just searching for medicine, meddling in politics, meeting people, going on operations, saving people, treating people for free most of the time, hiring operators and ALL WE ARE TRYING TO DO. Is not enough. Infected need the aggression, to put themselves out there and...

We see how different the Sarkaz and general Infected are, and both sides take different approaches with the same outcome. It's tragic and useless, and it creates even more problems that are hard to mend in the hearts of people who are afraid.

[hausofmamadas]

MURDER HUSBANDS | Wind them up and watch them go (love letter to NBC’s Hannibal)

♫ To the tune of Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead (with overture by Bruno Battisti D’Amario) ♫

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Wow

So I feel like I say this every time. But Mary mother of god, this was a behemoth. By a mile the hardest vid I’ve ever made joke’s on me bc I’m the fucking crackerjack who decided to tack on an whole ass other song as an overture bc why in the name of all cocks would I decide to make anything easy like it’s funny bc I always have an impression of how easy a vid is going to come together when I get the idea, right. And this duo with this song just pbj. So ngl I thought the shit was gonna edit itself. But guess what yall? Radiohead like … makes some intricate, complex-sounding shit stunning revelation, almost as if that’s what they’re fuckinfjsbs known for

HOWMEVER, the day has come, it’s arrived and I’ve looked at this thing for so long now, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, cannot tell if it’s good anymore. My last vid, I took a long break so by the end, I had enough time away from it to remember it was at least good. This? This could be visual gobbledygook, mush for your eyes, the equivalent of that shit brown shade you get when you mix too many water colors together.

But likehopefully it’s not and you can pls enjoy this love letter to one of the greatestqueer romances in modern media, which is a bold statement whatever fight me but I can’t think of a queer ship before this in tv/movies where the romance unfolds like any other hetero relationship and queer identity isn’t the focus, which even though I think is important, lbr there’s more to gays than being gay. Like it’s kinda visionary, despite the fact that neither character is explicitly queer, when it becomes clear that they’re in love with each other, no one, in-universe, is pearl-clutching all: EGAD! But Will’s never been with 😱a man😱 before?? How in THE DICKENS could he be in love with Hannibal when I don’t have definitive proof he’s even touched tips with another man let alone been balls deep!!!!!!!! How dare he not have this big, gay awakening for us all to gawk at applaud for!!!!” ?

No, literally every character: Jack, Alana, Bedelia, Margot, Mason, even Will’s wife god bless I cannot remember her name but she deserved better *shakes fist at Will* etc., all acknowledge the transcendent romantic bond btwn them and no one questions it. Well, no one questions it thru the lens of performed queerness. Tbf ppl had a lotta questions about the like probable impending multiple murders which validsisjwh

These are just 2 ppl who’re in love with each other to the point of being uncontrollably homicidal Which like … goals? Like I’ve really wracked my brain and can’t think of another queership that unfolds like every other hetero ass love story. That is to say, where fluidity is more the default, at least to the extent that no one talks about the orientation of either players within the show’s universe. Regardless of whether Bryan Fuller intended that from the start which tbh I don’t think he did but I also don’t think it’s fair to call it queerbaiting. I think he let the story unfold and realized kinda with the rest of us that this was a magical!realism romance and not a crime procedural and by S3 leaned tf into it doesn’t really matter bc the universe in which these two exist to truss each other up like Christmas turkeys aka foreplay symbolizes so much more to me than whatever it was initially invented to be. And if it’s not art, folks, idk what is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ofc I mean the show is art, not the vid. Vid=potential gobbledygook

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taglist: @tofuwildcard @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc

[babycharmander]

On Edgar’s Problems

I love the inmates in Psychonauts 1, but I have to admit, I hadn't thought all that deeply about Edgar until lately. On a surface level, he seems the least remarkable of the inmates--any mental issues he has don't feel as extreme as the others (he's not bipolar like Gloria or paranoid like Boyd and he's not possessed by the spirit of his ancestor like Fred or ... uh, anything like Loboto), and his past doesn't feel as traumatic as the others' (he wasn't abused as a child like Loboto or Gloria and he didn't have a traumatic death in the family like Gloria, as far as we know, anyway). He just has some anger issues and an inability to paint anything but bullfights, and the big bad moment from his past was... highschool drama. When it came to Edgar, my thought was "okay yeah, I can understand bad memories from highschool but that seems like a lot to get worked up over."

There's really not much to him... right?

At a surface level, that really feels like that’s all there is to it. But then I thought about it more.

(more under the cut)

(Before I go on though, a few quick notes: 1) I don't know if what I'm about to state is Super Obvious to everyone else--I just thought I'd write it out because it hit me very hard. Or maybe it’s just kindof ridiculous? I dunno--I apologize either way. 2) I know some people interpret Edgar as having OCD, but I don't know if this is canon and I don't know enough about OCD to make that argument, so I'm interpreting his issues from a different lens. 3) I AM NOT SAYING THIS INTERPRETATION IS CORRECT--this is just my take on it!)

Edgar's "hangups" from his past really feel like just that, the way they're presented--petty things he struggles to get over. His problems seem to hinge entirely on pathetic highschool drama... and I think that's by design. Not because it's true, but because Edgar feels like it is.

Let's back up a bit. Before we learn about what really happened to Edgar, we're presented with this grand story of Edgar being a famous painter and the husband of Lampita, who was stolen away from him by the legendary bullfighter Dingo Inflagrante. The story is presented as what really happened to him, and Raz runs with the assumption that it's true, having no reason to believe otherwise... until he encounters the Dalmatian, who tells him what really happened.

The Dalmatian explains that Edgar isn't a famous painter--he just liked to eat lunch in the art room to hide from his wrestling team after failing them. Which, he'd failed them because his girlfriend, Lana, left him for Dean, the head of her cheerleading squad, during the wrestling state semifinals. He lost his focus after that and failed the match. His whole wrestling team hated him after that, as did the rest of the school, and the squad "tossed him around the rest of the day like a half sack of pork rinds." The Dalmatian relays this all in a somewhat snarky way, as though Edgar was at fault, as though he deserved what happened, and as though Edgar was kinda pathetic for being upset about it. And then when Raz feels sympathetic for Edgar and points out that "it all happened to him again with Dingo and Lampita," the Dalmatian goes on, "Oooooh, riiiight, yeah, they exist. Not made up at all, those two. Sheesh!" and then mocks Raz for being gullible.

On one hand, this serves as a way for the game to show the player what really happened to Edgar. But on a deeper level... the Dalmatian is not an outsider looking at Edgar and thinking "haha wow this guy's pathetic, what a loser." The Dalmatian is Edgar--or a part of him, anyway, just like all the other mental figures in his level. He's a reflection of how Edgar feels about himself. While outwardly Edgar is (literally) painting some grand picture of a bullfighter who stole his wife, inwardly, he knows that it's just some petty highschool drama he's been hung up over for years on end. He's an adult. He's got gray hair for goodness' sake. And he can't get over some crap that happened when he was a teenager?

But then... is what happened to him really some petty highschool crap? Let's look a bit further.

I'll admit, as someone who's aromantic, I can't relate much to his past with Lana and getting dumped. Plus, on its own, it's not a remarkable experience--this sort of thing happens all the time. It hurts, I imagine, but it's generally not a life-ruining event. If it were just that on its own, then yeah that would be a bit ridiculous for Edgar to be hung up over it... but this event wasn't on its own. This was paired with Edgar losing the state semifinals--the cause of it, in fact. Which, again, on its own, losing a match like that is not that big a deal. Yes, it sucks, but again, this is the sort of thing that happens all the time. There's always someone who's going to lose a big match or competition or contest or whatever, and in general the experience tends to not be life-ruining. But once again, that's not all that happened.

While getting dumped isn't the worst thing ever in the grand scheme of things, in the moment, it's awful. It can feel life-ruining, especially to a teenager whose emotions are out of control and who has very little life experience. It would, then, be very understandable that it would cause Edgar to lose his spirit and lose his concentration, and, subsequently, lose the wrestling match. And once again, in that moment, it would feel awful, after coming all that way to get that far. But even then, if that were all that had happened, it still wouldn't be The Worst Thing Ever. It would definitely be cemented as a memory of The Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day, but nothing more than that. But again, it didn't end there.

Something the Dalmatian snarkily breezes past (and that his tone seems to indicate Edgar deserved) that is suspiciously absent from Edgar's romanticized retelling of the story... is the team's reaction to Edgar's failure. Yes, the luchadores appear in Edgar's mental world, but they're not really part of the story.

In the memory vault, though, we see Edgar with his teammates, and initially, they all seem happy together. I don't think it's too much of a stretch to imagine that Edgar might have considered them friends (whether they thought of him the same way or not). But after Edgar failed the match, they're all glaring at him. He's disappointed them, which would suck in and of itself, but it's pretty clear that they turned against him after that. Losing friends is a horrible experience, and one that can still affect you years later... but again, that's not all of it. We know from the Dalmatian's account (and later, from the final luchador fight) that they beat the crap out of him, apparently for the rest of the day. We don't know what-all that entailed, but given the fact that they're all wrestlers and they made it pretty far in their sport, and that Edgar was the captain of their team AND he was terrified of them afterward, it was probably not pretty. Additionally, the "entire school" hated him after that. This part could just be the Dalmatian echoing how Edgar felt--I doubt everyone in the entire school cared about the wrestling team, after all--but the feelings were strong enough for it to feel real for him.

So now let's look at this again. Edgar is a teenager, and he's fallen deeply in love with Lana. Meanwhile, he's also working hard and doing well in his sport with his friends. Then, during an important match, Lana breaks his heart. In the moment, it's so, so awful, that it completely breaks him out of his game and causes him to lose the match, which makes things doubly worse. On top of that, he'd let down his friends. On top of that, said "friends" immediately turn against him. And on top of all that, they proceed to beat the everloving crap out of him for (what probably felt like) an extended period of time.

Edgar was not hung up over petty highschool drama.

He had experienced trauma.

Let's talk about some trauma responses for a moment--in particular, a few that Edgar exhibits.

One response to trauma is to pretend the thing Did Not Happen. We (arguably) see this in Edgar's attempted refusal to admit what his friends had done to him. This is evidenced in how the luchadores are completely disconnected from his romanticized story, and how only one of them as well as the Dalmatian only briefly touch on it. Part of him knows it happened, but he's not keen to accept it.

Another response to trauma is to think it was Deserved. This is, again, evident in the way the Dalmatian recounts Edgar's real story, how he explains that Edgar "choked" and was "worthless" and "cost the team the entire match." The language he uses pins the blame entirely on Edgar. And while we are indeed responsible for how we respond to things, remember that it was Lana who dumped him for superficial reasons, and his friends who turned against him and beat him up--those things are not his fault. And while he does outright acknowledge that Dean and Lana are to blame, there's clearly still a part of him that blames himself.

Two other responses to trauma are to think it Wasn't Actually That Bad, or to  Exaggerate it. And these are big ones that go hand in hand in Edgar's case. Judging by the way the real story is presented, we can assume that Edgar feels ashamed for experiencing trauma--for struggling to "get over" a thing that had happened in highschool. It was petty teenage drama. It wasn't THAT bad. But he can't just get over it, and he feels awful about it... so he has this whole grand story built up in his head about being a famous painter and having his wife stolen from him. It's Big, it's dramatic, and the characters involved are adults. It's NOT some petty thing like highschool drama! ...Which is, of course, just another way of burying his trauma.

In short, Edgar's problem isn't that he's hung up over some silly crap from highschool. It's that he went through genuine trauma and refused to acknowledge it as such.

There's another part of his problem though that isn't laid out so plainly. It's not something we see explicitly stated anywhere, but it's something that, I believe, is fair to assume. Edgar, as a man, and especially one involved in a Manly Sport like wrestling, probably dealt with a lot of toxic masculinity, internal and external. Being sad is not Manly. Getting beat up is not Manly. Experiencing trauma is not Manly. But... anger is Manly. Jealousy is Manly. And because those are the only negative emotions Edgar is "allowed" to experience, he channels all of his negative feelings into anger, which is one of the primary issues we see in his mind--his anger, constantly rampaging around in useless, destructive circles, in the form of a bull. This, of course, does nothing to really help him work through his trauma.

(I should also go into how his toxic masculinity results in his objectifying Lana/Lampita but I... don't really know what more to say with that other than... yeah, it's a thing, and it's not great. But, uh, one issue at a time.)

What does help him though is, of course, Raz stepping in.

Raz is able to see everything from an outsider's perspective. He's able to break through Edgar's false narrative and see what really happened... and to see that not only is Edgar really not at fault, but also that the people who are at fault aren't ones who deserve his obsessive thoughts to begin with. Edgar cared very deeply for Lana, but any affection she showed for him was purely superficial... yet years later he continued to idolize her in his mind.

Part of recovering from trauma is realizing that the person or people you cared about who hurt you in turn... wasn't/weren't that great. It can be hard to see it, especially immediately after the fact, but after being away from that person or those people after a while, you can manage to separate your feelings from reality enough to see that... wow. You'd been putting up with that? You really were better off without them.  

Raz doesn't put things in the most delicate way (he's ten, so we can forgive that), but he does point out that Lana and Dean (and, not outright indicated but arguably implied, Edgar's so-called teammate "friends") are "too pathetic to hurt [him] anymore." He doesn't deny that Edgar was hurt, and he doesn't call Edgar pathetic. He calls the people who hurt him pathetic.

It's after finally realizing this--that while what he went through was genuinely awful, the people who hurt him are not worth his time, energy, or even his thoughts--that Edgar is able to move on.

...I know this was a lot. Forgive me for rambling here, or for possibly stating the obvious.

I just wanted to get into this because as I thought about it, this really hit home for me and my own experience with trauma. I won't go into details, but for nearly a decade I had determined that Something that had happened to me Was Not That Bad, that it was Stupid for me to be upset over, and it was probably My Fault. Similar to Edgar, I had built up a different image of what had really happened in my head all to minimize my own trauma. The situations are not the same, but the way the trauma was dealt with is eerily similar, so it was... very surprising to me to suddenly see a bit of myself in Edgar.

This game, man.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Nine

I huddle behind the till with Petra on the last Friday before Christmas, watching as she tallies up the till for the final time before the new year. 

“Okay, so we sold five of these, three of those, and the last eight of those ones… and I’ll have to check the books again but I think I sent twelve to the post office today.” I glance over her shoulder at the long receipt that’s been spit out of the till to confirm. “So that’s almost all of them sold?”

She glances over to the card rack on the wall nearby. “Everything except for, I think, four?”

“Wow.” I say. “I can’t believe people actually wanted them.”

“Oh for goodness sake!” She grins. “Of course they did, you did a beautiful job on those cards. You should be very proud.”

I blush. “I actually am.”

Petra empties the last of the till coins into a plastic bag and locks it into the safe for the bank. “Well you can enjoy the money, my dear, and enjoy your christmas. Have you planned to do anything nice?”

“The usual. I’ll just go to my granny’s house and we’ll have dinner with my aunts and uncles and cousins. We just found out that my uncle’s wife is pregnant again, so that’s something to chat about at the dinner table.”

“Sounds lovely.” She muses, and I suppress a grimace as I zip up my coat. “Yeah, well, have a safe flight home to Spain. I hope you have better weather than we do here.”

“Me too.” She says. “Happy New Year, since I won’t see you before then.” I smile and let myself out onto the dark of the early evening street as the jaunty little bell jingles in the door behind me. 

Luke, who owns the coffee shop across the street, is closing his shutters too, and gives me a quick wave and a “merry Christmas, Evie.” as he covers up the window art I did for him a few weeks ago. He liked what I’d done for Mezzotint so much that he asked me to do one for him too. I went out on a limb and asked him for one hundred euros for it, and he paid it without batting an eyelid. All of that money has gone towards Christmas presents, as for the first time in years I’ve been able to afford them. I hop on the Luas and ride it towards the centre of town. It’s jammed with commuters in big coats, the windows fogged up and dripping with condensation. The lights outside blur together through the fog. 

I get off at Jervis Street onto pavement that’s still wet with the rain from earlier and wander up towards Henry street, where I buy a hot chocolate from the crepe and coffee kiosk that’s still open, just because I want one, and then head towards Arnotts where I walk around looking at fancy things that I cannot afford for half an hour, just for the sake of doing it. There are discounted Christmas decorations in one section, and I’m drawn to a pair of pink feathered ones with silver beads laced along the ribbons. On sale, they are ten euros each but I buy both of them anyway, because Claire would love them. 

On the way out I go to the perfume section and spray Tom Ford on myself. The shop assistant smiles at me like she thinks I might want to buy it, but I avoid eye contact. I will never own perfume like this. I bring my wrists to my nose and inhale the complicated aroma as I head back onto the maniacal December crowds, imagining for a moment how satisfying it must feel to smell like two hundred euro perfume every day, to know that you can throw money at something frivolous, just because you like the smell of it. 

When I arrive home, Claire is in her pyjamas and eating a bowl of plain pasta on the couch. She grins at me as I come in and asks me if I want to binge some Christmas films. It feels like a perfect way to spend our last night of the year together before we go back to Tullamore tomorrow. I go upstairs and put on something comfortable. I don’t really have pyjamas in the way that Claire does. Hers are always matching, satin with lace trims, flannel with pockets and buttons down the front, but I don’t have anything like that. Perhaps it says something about my personality. I grab an ancient vest and a pair of jersey shorts and head down to the couch, stashing the wrapped feathered baubles into my half-packed suitcase to give to her tomorrow. 

First we watch Miracle on 34th street, because we watch that every year, and then inevitably we put on Love Actually, just to scream about how much we hate every single character except for Sam, and we drink more hot chocolate and eat sweets from a tub until I feel sick. As the credits roll I glance over to her to see a glazed expression on the face. She’s gazing through the window at nothing. Blackness, the sky clouded over leaving no space for the stars to peek through them.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm. Yes.”

I shift in my seat. “I’ve been meaning to ask how things have been with Shane, you know, like, with his college work and the football and all that.”

“Oh, it’s fine. The usual. I don’t think we’ve made any progress, to be honest.”

“And his Christmas exams?”

“I don’t have a clue. He barely studied for them so he’s probably failed them, for all I know.”

“Oh.”

She looks at me then, brows furrowed and voice defensive. “I love him, you know. I still love him. I won’t like, break up with him or anything.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

“Things will get better. All couples go through this kind of thing. It’s what happens when you’ve been together for three years, things just feel a bit less perfect than they used to, and you have to make compromises. Really though, I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

I wonder if it’s only my projection that she sounds a bit like she’s trying to convince herself of those things, not me. “I’m sure the exams went fine.” I say, even though I’m not sure. On every run and every gym session I’ve been to with Shane in the last few months he hasn’t mentioned college once. His twenty-five-grams-of-protein yoghurts and his various friends who injured themselves in various ways from using the machines wrong (like me), he’s mentioned plenty of times, but unless I knew for a fact that he was in college, I’d assume he didn’t go. 

Claire is frustrated. “I wish he’d just get it together. That’s all. I’m sick of feeling like I’m nagging him, but it really just feels like common sense… oh!” her phone springs to life on the table in front of us, vibrating loudly against the wood. “I bet this is him now, speak of the devil.” She flips it over in her hand and her brows knit together with confusion. “Oh, it isn’t.”

“Who is it?”

“Um. It’s Jude.” She brings it slowly to her ear, as though it might bite her. “…hello?”

It’s quiet enough in the room to hear his side of the conversation. “Hey. Hey Claire. I’m so sorry to call you. Are you with Shane at the moment?”

Her face screws up. “No. I amn’t, I’m at home with Evie.”

“Ah, right. Do you know if he’s around? I tried to call him a few times and there was no answer.”

“He’s in Tullamore. He’s gone home for Christmas already, he had training at the pitch at seven, sorry.” She glances at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s also almost midnight. I imagine he’s asleep by now.”

“Right, okay. That’s fine… uh. Sorry to call you, I better-”

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing, I’m just home in Dublin for the next week. I misplaced my house keys, I was hoping to crash at his.” A pause. “And also like, maybe because he has a car I was thinking he might be able to drive me to A&E.”

“What?” I exclaim. Claire’s eyes are wide. She doesn’t know what to do. I take the phone. “Jude.” I say. “It’s Evie.”

“Hi Evie, how’s it going?”

“What happened?”

“No, no, no, nothing big, it’s not a big deal, I just might need a couple of stitches.”

“Stitches where?”

“My-” He breaks away and sucks air through his teeth, muttering “Jesus, fuck” under his breath. “- my eyebrow. It’s fine. It can wait, I can just get a taxi back to Clontarf and get my parents to let me in. Hopefully they’re still awake.” He sounds doubtful. “Sorry to disturb you, seriously. I’ll work it out.”

“For God’s sake.” Claire grabs the phone again. “Come here. We can’t drive you to the hospital but we can clean you up. I at least have a first aid kit. Where are you?”

“The docks.”

“You’re only a few minutes away. Can you walk to us?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” She gives him our address and they hang up, then she sits there in disbelief, shaking her head. “Bloody men.” She says. “I’m exhausted.” She gets up and heads towards the stairs. 

“Where are you going?” I ask her. 

“To put on a bra.”

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[willowistic22]

‼️these violent delights/our violent ends/foul lady fortune/last violent call spoilers‼️

I want to share some thoughts with yall after i just finished last violent call. Waiting for foul heart huntsman later in September is torture so i thought to talk now

There’s so many thoughts where do i start uhmm. I’m glad my friend introduced me to this series (hi parker!!! Immensely grateful btw). I haven’t been so captivated by a book/series in awhile so i truly loved this.

I think the small part of my denial part suspected that Roma and Juliette was alive since it was explicitly mentioned in the OVE epilogue that their bodies weren’t found after the explosion. I’m glad we get an addition of the novella’s in the series that serves as an epilogue for Roma and Juliette’s arc. It served their love story justice. Ofc if we knew all along that they’re alive se cld come up with our own conclusion that they’re living their peaceful lives far far away but with the novella’s we cld actually see how they live their domestic life.

And oml i’m so glad Chloe Gong added Benedikt and Marshall’s love story a novella epilogue. Like to finally get a conclusion that all that mutual pining was worth it is very *chef’s kiss*. I wish we get to see their everyday domestic life in their home however. But a murder mystery epilogue is so fun and fitting for them so i’m not complaining all that much. But wldn’t it be cool to see what they’re like at home like how we see Roma and Juliette? Like yeah they were determined to help a couple in need, but we get a glimpse on what they’re like at home. Again, i understand that even if it is an epilogue it can’t be all fluffy since it takes form of a novella and technically speaking it needs to add on to the plot since it’s not yet the actual epilogue of the series.

Ahhh but i loved all the details slipped in the novella’s. Marshall being the main cook is spot on and him hving monthly gossip sesh with Juliette is so fitting i love them. Roma being absolutely in love with his wife and spoiling her with his love till the ends of the earth? Perfection. Juliette still wanting to cause problems despite also being in the lovey-dovey state much like Roma? So in character and very girlboss of her i love it sm.

It took me by surprise ngl when it was mentioned that Benedikt’s a children’s art teacher. But honestly it’s quite fitting. I can see him being very good with kids of different ages and also channeling his passiom for the arts to those kids by teaching them. Imagine one of his students paints a stick figure portrait of Benedikt and the kid showing it to him and Benedikt just has to keep it in himself from tearing up. It looked like a stick man made with chicken scratches and his name spelt wrong, but to Benedikt it was EVERYTHING. Also not to mention Marshall so definitely falling in love with Benedikt all over again any time he sees him playing and having fun with the kids like hsnsganshmsgwnw. Roma and Juliette’s future children will definitely be spoiled by their dear uncles and omg the possibilities are endless. My fav possibility so far is the thought of Marshall and Benedikt teaching their future kids how to ultimately bully Roma and it being the funniest sight ever it sends Juliette rolling on the floor.

But now it brings me to the events of FLF and the potential foul heart huntsman events. Wow did the Orion being controlled by his mother plottwist at the end took me out and basically shattered my heart. Like????? Him and Rosalind had smth going on and now mommy issues came knocking on their front door to ruin it all. Now that i think abt it the mind control plottwist sounds like an allegory for toxic and controlling boy mom relationships uhmm… was what chloe gong was going for?? I mean it was good and i think it truly did the trick ngl. Like it was a whole damn whiplash. Both the concept being a plottwist and a (potential but idk if it was meant to be that so take this one with a grain of salt) allegory.

Also what I truly loved abt FLF how the whole plot is basically abt Rosalind’s guilt. For so long she felt guilty for nearly destroying Shanghai and became an agent just so she can repent from her wrongdoings. And isn’t that nearly identical to Orion?? I mean, he became an agent to make himself useful and to prove a point to his father so it’s not necessarily centered around guilt anyways but like… same vibes? You know? Look it just make sense to me. But anyways and then they found each other and like unravel each other slowly and like gsngsmshsms. So cute. Amazing. Orion Hong is very malewife energy especially when he was losing his shit swinging left and right in that last fight scene in the warehouse.

Also that does leave me to wonder how wld FHH wld play out. I was so hoping for Orion and Oliver to reconcile at the end of FLF ngl bcs yeah i love found family but i LOVE sibling bond tropes. Like for so long I adored Rosalind and Celia’s relationship throughout TVL and OVE. It’s still apparent in FLF so i’m glad and hopefully it’ll keep going till FHH. But pls give me fluffy Hong siblings. And like all of them. All three. Imagiem how funny it’d be when Pheobe and Silas inevitably get together (there’s no denying they’re going to get together eventually. If they aren’t then Chloe Gong has been playing with our feelings this whole time and led us all on) and the big brother instinct in Oliver and Orion will jump at the thought of Pheobe with a boyfriend. Ok well I’m sure it has happened before since FLF have mentioned that Orion has stolen Pheobe’s ex bf to like ‘test his loyalty’ or whatever but to i don’t think he’s ever been into Silas like that. Like ever. Even if he did he already definitely so whipped for Rosalind so he’s not even gonna want to at that point. But I’m sorry the thought of Oliver and Orion cornering Silas and giving him the shovel talk?? That’s amazing. I mean yeah Orion wld do it moreso bcs he finds it funny and only feeling the need to make sure Silas stays in line when it comes to his sister just a tiny bit. But Oliver? He’d be so serious with his threat.

But the main thing we’re all awaiting in FHH is definitely the story of Rosalind getting Orion back. But seeing that he’s basically a superhuman, Rosalind wld so definitely round up the whole gang. But does that gang also include Roma Juliette Benedikt and Marshall?? I’m hoping it wld. And like not just a quick appearance, which is smth i’m sure we’ve all suspected with what’s been told in the novella’s. But i truly wanna see thrm getting involved in the brutal fights and shit. Also i hv to see the Roma and Alisa reunion. I need to hv it bcs my life depends on it!!!!!

I cannot wait for FHH to come out and reveal more tiny details of all these character’s and reveal the last story to truly tie this series up to an end. I’m gonna get super fucking emotional ngl but i’m also excited nonetheless.

Ngl i still hv many thoughts abt this series but I’m not gonna share it now bcs my brain is spinning like 63826 miles an hour just by thinking abt it so this is as much as I can put it into words. Wld love to hear anyone else’s thoughts on this. My ask box is always open:)