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[knifvd]

a mother to one is a mother to all ...

[sunlightpeach]

[vagevurig]

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[peachesofteal]

dr. riley has me in a chokehold

(anon is talking about this and my previous ramblings about Simon as a shrink but they were too long ago so now they're lost to the ether, thanks Tumblr search)

He's in the pub.

The bar is a safe space. A spot where you can slink into the darkness and allow alcohol to nurse your wounds, the scars scratched into your mind so deep they'll never fade.

You can't do it yourself, so you let the drinks do it instead.

You've had enough tonight that you can't read the screen on your phone without going cross eyed, and the edges of your vision blur a bit.

You should stop.

But you won't.

The raw saw of the blades have finally stopped ringing between your ears. The buzzing hums at a low, tolerable whine.

You're ordering another one, when you spot him. Turned on your barstool, you catch a glimpse of his shoulders, the ones so wide, so thick he's more sequoia than man, his profile complete with the crooked nose, glasses resting on the bridge. He's shaking his head at another man, but when he shifts, you see her.

There's a beautiful woman at his side. Her hip rests against his thigh, beer cradled in her hand as she leans into him. All smiles. Beaming smiles, radiant like the sun.

Not broken, like yours. Scarred and misshapen, like yours.

You came back. But you came back wrong.

You're not stupid enough to see you're falling victim to the Florence Nightingale effect. Dr. Riley is kind, and patient, and he knows what you've been through. It almost feels like he understands you, knows you. He doesn't get angry when you struggle or fail, he lets you try again. He encourages you.

It's been a really long time since you've felt like anyone understands you.

And, the way he touches you has to be professional, but to you, it's starting to turn to something else. Something dark. Craven. His wide palm resting between your shoulder blades, a firm squeeze of your hand when he holds it, a soft rub of your shoulders. Practiced, therapeutic reassurance on one end, and the other: fire roaring through your body until you're slick with flames.

You're too distracted by your wandering thoughts, zoned out staring at the trio across the bar that the other man sees you, and cocks his head. Fuck. Like a slow motion car crash, you watch the man say something to Dr. Riley, the bulk of his body turning, searching through a sea of faces until his gaze lands on yours.

Double fuck.

Black tar wraps around your heart in vines, and your vision melts to double. You throw notes, too many, onto the bar top and nearly sprint for the exit, heavy wooden door squeaking on its hinges as you plunge into the cool air.

The world is spinning. The alley is dark, the asphalt is firm beneath your feet and still, everything turns on its side.

"Clover?" You turn, exerting too much energy to keep yourself upright, stable.

"Hi, Dr. Riley." He traces you from head to toe. Slowly. No doubt tabulating the state you're in, the way your eyes have trouble focusing, how your balance is blatantly askew.

"It's... good to see you, out and about."

"Oh. Yeah, well, I'm just here for the alcohol, ya know." It escapes from your mouth before you can shove it back down, and he frowns.

You've seen that frown before. It's the 'I'm worried about you, clover" frown, or the "I need to see more progress clover, you know that" or, your personal favorite, the "I understand you're upset, but I'm not going to compromise on making sure you have the care you need."

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah. I'm grand." You hold your arms out, palms up, babbling still, "I'm great, Dr. Riley, just peachy," and then try to spin for added effect. See? I'm fine. Totally fine. Normal, even.

It's embarrassing how fast you lose control and careen towards the pavement, your forearms coming up just in time to shield your face, alcohol burning in the back of your throat, warring with your control, attempting to come back up.

He lunges, heavy arm catching you around your middle. He's warm, scorching even, and you grip his forearm to try to get your legs beneath you. Once you're right side up, one of his hands settles at your shoulder and the other... your waist.

"S-sorry."

"It's okay." He's looking down at you, the glow from the street light catching in the umber flicker of his eyes, and you think you see something different in them, something deeper, something more. Your mouth is dry, and you lick your lips, his gaze dropping. You shudder, skin crawling with goosebumps and electric shock, confusing thoughts and feeling cycling through you like a storm. A storm destined to destroy everything in its path.

Stupidity blooms in your blood. You're close enough to smell the peat and sting of bourbon on his tongue, track the back and forth of his eyes as you rise to your toes.

A bold swell rises, a tide so strong it sweeps you to see, drags your toes across the sand like small weightless anchors, until you can no longer touch, until you can no longer see the horizon past the curve of the waves.

You let it drag you under. Fill your lungs. You let it push you further, faster, harder, and before you're even aware of it, your lips are pressed to his.

There's a beat. A single heartbeat, where you're fused as one and then-

He jerks backward, eyes wide. His hands envelope your shoulders and create as much distance between your body and his. He looks... surprised. Shocked even.

Not at all what you wanted.

What did you want?

He's still holding you by the shoulders. At first, it's confusing, because why would he do that? But when you listlessly tilt to the side, you understand. He's just keeping you upright.

The full scale veil of shame comes quickly. Horror coats your tongue. You fucking fool. You bleeding idiot. What have you done? He's inside with a woman, for fucks sake. The shock at yourself, at the loss of control, makes your chest tight, eyes darting around wildly, in a panic.

"Clover." You've never heard this tone before. It's serious, and very heavy. There's a hint of lecture in it, a shade of disappointment. "You're very drunk. Let me get you an uber so you can get h-"

"No." You jerk away, marveling at your ability to stay steady. "No, no. I... I'm sorry. I'm actually already waiting on one." Lie. How will you get out of that? "It'll be here... be here soon, 'round the corner." You pull every piece of your still functioning brain forward to get it all out without slurring too much, and melting into the ground from embarrassment. He gives you a stern look. It's awful.

"I'm jus' gonna go inside and grab my phone, okay? Stay put." He's still using that voice, the serious one without a hint of softness, the one that sounds nothing like the one you hear in therapy, when you're on his couch with your eyes closed, slowly walking through your thoughts with your eyes closed.

"Okay, sure." You try a reassuring smile, but he only scrutinizes you closer, before heading inside. He's moving fast, faster than you expected, but it won't matter. The block is short. You'll be a few away by the time he reappears.

You swallow your nausea, shake your limbs loose, and then...

you run.

[cera-writes]

Omg, I love your blog! 👁️👁️✨ I really love how you write for X-MEN characters. Today, I’m requesting a song fic for either Remy or Kurt. I think they would both fit Too Sweet (By Hozier). I’ve been obsessed with this song ever since it came out. Thank you! ✨

A/N: THANK YOU <333 I too, am obsessed with this song lol Pairing: Gambit x F!Reader Tags: songfic, Hozier, fluff, mutual pining

Too Sweet - A Hozier Song-Fic

The insistent chirping of birds filtered through the blinds, a jarring intrusion into Remy LeBeau's slumber. Ten o'clock. Ten o'clock before Remy would ever say a word and none earlier. Unlike him, you were a symphony of pre-dawn energy. Your voice, a melodic counterpoint to the morning symphony, cut through his haze.

"Remy! Rise and shine, sleepyhead! I've already been out on my mile run this morning before the sun rose."

He peeked from beneath the covers, your silhouette bathed in the golden morning light. Even in your active wear, you possessed an ethereal quality. It couldn't be said I'm an early bird, Remy thought, a wry smile playing on his lips. You were the quintessential early riser, a stark contrast to his nocturnal rhythm.

"Don' you jus' wanna wake up, dark as a lake, cher? Smellin' like a bonfire, lost in a haze?" he mumbled, the words tumbling out unbidden. You paused mid-stretch, concern clouding your bright eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Your worry was a balm to his soul, a secret he wouldn't readily admit. You cared about him, the man who thrived in the shadows, a stark contrast to your rose colored glasses. You were too sweet for him, a melody in his whiskey-soaked symphony of existence.

"Peachy, cher," he lied with a lazy drawl, forcing himself upright. You were right. The allure of being the thief in the night seemed to pale in comparison to experiencing a sunrise with you. He joined you on the cool floor, his movements stiff compared to your effortless grace.

"You know you don't gotta pretend," he propped up softly, voice laced with amusement. A heat crawled up your neck. He saw through you, your carefully constructed facade. Perhaps, it was this very quality that drew you to him like a moth to a flame.

As the day unfolded, the contrast between you became even more apparent. Your afternoon was spent enveloped in the warm aroma of chocolate and sugar, your hands weaving magic with the ingredients. Remy, however, sharpened his fighting skills with his staff, the rhythmic clang a stark counterpoint to your gentle symphony.

You offered him a hot cup of joe, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I remembered you liked your coffee black. Oh, and I just made cookies. Help yourself to a few."

He chuckled, taking a tentative bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, a stark contrast to the life he led. "You're too sweet for de likes of Gambit, cher," he teased, a pull in his chest that wasn't from the charged cards strapped to his thigh.

"What does that make you then?" you countered, a playful comeback escaping your lips. But beneath the surface, Remy saw a flicker – a spark of attraction mirrored in his own gaze.

Later that night, when the moon replaced the sun, casting familiar, cool shadows, he found you on the balcony, gazing at the starlit canvas above. This was his domain, the time he craved.

"Couldn't sleep, cher?" he drawled, leaning against the railing, whiskey in hand as he took a sip from the glass.

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Just thinking."

He joined you, a comfortable silence settling between them. "Maybe," he started, feeling uncharacteristically hesitant, "maybe we don' have to pretend or play dis lil' game anymore. Maybe we can share de sky for a while."

You turned to him, your eyes twinkling like distant stars. "Maybe we can, Remy."

He leaned closer, the scent of tobacco mingling with the cool night air. In that twilight space between light and dark, he found himself lost in the sweetness of your kiss, a perfect counterpoint to his world of shadows.

[cleapallea]

Finding your Aesthetic (makeup) based on your charts.

Master list

Which signs are giving me light feminine energy?

First of all, light doesn't mean you should have doe eyes or something. I reject those ideas. Light describes us when people look at u, they get easily attached to u. There's something in your self-image, face, and whole"you" that shines on them. (Not just in the way you act.) I am also giving my recommended makeup for all my girls there. 

Light Feminine Edition

✨Find your asc, and it's ruler and also ask how you appear to others/public :)✨

📍𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩📍

✎ Planets

This is for most evident appearance position of:

A. Sun, Mars, Jupiter (making it bigger, expand, emphasize the specific parts,,,)

B. Venus, Moon, Saturn (making it smaller, thinner, soft, dainty, etc)

C. Neptune and Uranus (Helping the retrograde, or planets on it by highlighting.

MC? What is the sign?

Pluto (stellium) What are they?

✎𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗦

Take a look if the signs are correlated with your big three or big 6, rulerships and degrees. Also the influence/transits!

Taurus, Capricorn, Leo, (masc type of beauty, but looks like an angel)

╰┈➤ Matured, hint of playfulness, and resting bitch face

Pisces, Virgo, Cancer = (Feminine look)

╰┈➤ child-like, angelic beauty, innocent, confused-look, ethereal, and alien (unconventional, sometimes pretty sometimes not)

Libra (balance, can shift) & Aquarius (can shift)

╰┈➤Aristocractic beauty + Book pretty

Gemini (debatable, but can be)

╰┈➤ Fox/cat look

Example: Anya Taylor -Venus in Virgo but her sun is Gemini

another example:

Sun in Gemini Trine Pluto (Libra) =balance

Moon ( Libra) trine MC (Gemini) = ability to change appearance thru makeup and styles.

Mars (Gemini) sextile North Node Leo

Jupiter (Libra) conj Saturn (Libra)

✎ : Dewy, indian makeup, peachy makeup, no makeup-makeup, cinnamon girl makeup, soft makeup, douyin makeup, ethereal makeup, y2k makeup, doll eye makeup, warm-tone makeup, ethereal makeup, natural makeup, asian baddie makeup, Abgx, igari, etc

For more analysis

+ more +extra read + Dark female fatale

—𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗔 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲—

[mrhyde-mrseek]

Hellenic Polytheism UPG: Appearances

This is how the gods I work with/worship appear to me, divined either from dreams, meditation, or images that pop into my mind that I inexplicably associate with a deity!

Hades: switches between(?) a black cloak that covers his whole body and melts into the shadows and a black suit with dark grey pinstripes, very pale skin, very tall (taller than Persephone), long black hair, wears a three-point black/darkened silver crown with black jewels in each point

Persephone: tan, olive-toned skin, long curly brown hair, golden-brown eyes(?) a long berry colored dress (darker pinkish-red) with red flowers on the shoulders, significantly taller than a human (this is what I’m guessing is her spring outfit, I don’t know what her winter one looks like yet since it’s still summer)

Dionysus: long, curly black hair, dark skin with red undertones, fat, either wine red or black eyes, warm-toned dark purple peplos dress, ivy crown

Athena: Big barn owl wings, nose (/face?) looks like a barn owl beak (/face?), has its helm, has gray eyes, wears a long, flowing white dress with dark gold or bronze buckles/pins/belt, gold sandals(?), long brown hair

Hermes: blonde hair, classic white chiton (exomis maybe?) with gold clasps, gold winged sandles, looks closer to my height from what i can tell

Artemis: young woman, thick, flowy/wavy black hair, sparkling eyes, pale skin, maybe a silver crown/band(??) white/silvery peplos dress, barefoot (I think), human height “so the women she guards/hunts with won’t be afraid of her” (paraphrased explanation from my first meditation with her)

Apollo: long, light golden hair, tan skin, golden(?) eyes, athletic, elegant, white exomis(?), very tall, has supportive camp counselor energy

Aphrodite/Aphroditos: very soothing voice, soft, pale, peachy skin, LONG-ASS flowing dark reddish hair, naked (couldn’t pick out any specific clothes), much taller than most humans, very much seashell vibes; as Aphroditos he looks like red-haired Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle and has the same ethereal, magical pretty boy vibes

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Little Sunshine - A John Shelby/Reader Short Story.

Something a little different to my usual offerings, besties. Enjoy :)

Words - 627

Warnings - Bittersweet story, suitable for all ages but without giving too much away, it's a sad read.

It’s the most heartwarming of sights. In fact, there isn’t much that warms those cockles like witnessing the sight of a father bonding with his newborn. You always knew he’d take to it well, despite him quietly admitting before she was born that he was terrified. Anyone viewing him now, though, they’d see he looks the furthest thing from it. 

“You don’t half look like your mom, you know,” he tells her tenderly, the late afternoon sun catching the spun gold of his eyelashes, John sitting upon the windowsill of your bedroom, cradling your daughter to his chest. “Thought you was gonna come out redheaded like your old man here, but nah. Got her hair, ain’t ya?”  

She gurgles, and he smiles. Smiles through the tired violet shadows creeping over his eyelids, smiles through the exhaustion, smiles through every ounce of weight he carries. Parenthood will do that to anyone, though. Luckily, there is plenty of help on hand. Looking up, he beams wearily at seeing Polly enter the room, holding a bottle in her grasp. 

“Here, just tested it, it’s fine,” she proffers it forth, her hand lovingly moving to your daughter’s head, stroking her peachy skin. “Hello, my little sunshine, hello.” The bond there is strong, Polly being the woman who brought her into the world, who placed her upon your chest, who tried her absolute best all the way through and still remains the pillar of inimitable strength. “Look at her eyes, our John. She’s a beaut.”  

He nods, feeling his chest swelling thickly, placing the teat to her lips, your baby latching and beginning to drink. “Ar, she ain’t half a beaut.” He shakes his head, crumbling a little with the emotion of it all, Polly quick to wrap her arm around him and kiss his head. “Dunno how any of this is real.”  

“It’s life, love,” she sighs, her maternal hands stroking his hair lovingly. “And she’ll be just fine.” 

“Will she?” 

She nods sagely. “Of course, she bloody will. She’s a Shelby girl. God made us tough for good reason.” Polly leaves, casting a last glace at the heartwarming scene, the tension in her shoulders still meaning she’s carrying herself a little stiff, looking somehwat out of place from her usual busy bustle.  

“Hear that, little’un? You’ll be just fine. If your great aunt Pol says it, then it’s gotta be true. We’re all fine ‘cos of her, and so will you be an’ all. You’ve got her, your uncles, your auntie, and most importantly, your daddy right here.” His eyes then flit across the room, finding you, a tear slipping down his cheek as he cradles your baby a little tighter. “Just wish you still had her, too.” 

The image of you he found was your wedding photograph. The sepia images dotted around in frames are all that remains of your visage, because you aren’t there anymore. You exist as ethereal mist, a love lost, but by no means felt any less profoundly by those whom you sadly had to leave behind. It was the greatest joy and the biggest loss, that on the fateful night when the cries of a new baby entered the homestead, a brand-new Shelby arriving, another had to leave.  

You’re still there with them all, but hidden, the veil of death swathing you in a blanket of invisible stars, watching from the other side, from a place one day all of them must go. You float through the ether, stroking his cheek, kissing your baby on the head. He pauses for a moment, looking around, and you know he felt you there, the very last glimmer of your essence. 

“Wish you were still here, sweetheart.” 

You smile, wishing he could see it. “I never left.” 

[amhrosina]

If you don't mind me being a little nasty. *clears throat*

I feel in the deepest parts of my vagina that Namor would be that type of man that would grind his cock into you.

Like he would bearly leave your pussy while he fucks you. He would grind sinfully and roughly hold you down so you can do nothing but take his deep penetration.

And last but not least he would do it in the missionary position so he can watch as your eyes roll back as he drags his cock against your walls

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BESTIE!!!!! YES!!!!!!! (*for the record, i don't mind anyone being a little nasty in my asks when it comes to things like this lol*)

So like, we all know Namor has likely had a string of lowkey lovers over the years, right???

And being absolutely astronomically for real, the rumors about him being SO good in bed are absolutely true ANYWAYS

I feel like Namor has always insisted on taking his various lovers from behind?? Like it subtly puts some emotional distance between him and whoever he has in his bed.

And he has a strict 'no kissing' rule. He has centuries of mistrust, walls, and rage built up - these boundaries are a way for him to stay in control of this situation!

And then he met you and that all flew right out the window.

The first time he takes you to bed, he doesn't even realize he has you panting and moaning on your BACK until you arch into his touch and it almost sends him over the edge.

He decides he doesn't care about following his rules anymore when you look that stunning cumming around him.

And shit, when he finally ruts into you so deeply that his entire world shifts, it's like having a taste of the forbidden fruit.

He will literally leave important meetings just to find you and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.

He's never been so ravenous for someone before. And he always fucks you in missionary because he loves to watch you squirm underneath him.

The easy access to your sinful lips is also a perk.

When he's feeling particularly mischievous, he'll tease you by nipping at your jaw, pressing kisses to your collarbones, and whispering the dirtiest things he can come up with into your ear, all while fucking you hard into the mattress.

Watching you uncomfortably shift in your seat after he spent half the night fucking you on every surface imaginable is his favorite way to spend breakfast, though he's been known to lay you down on the literal breakfast table and take you right then and there if he thinks you didn't find enough pleasure the night before.

Namor is a self indulgent lover, but he never fails to make you cum multiple times before letting himself climax.

Don't even get me started on how feral he gets when you ask him to taste you!!!!! That man is 500 years old!!!! He knows how to eat pussy!!!!!!

This was so much longer than I was expecting??? Anyways, Namor makes me absolutely feral (as do most of the men I write about), so everyone can feel free to send me more of these lol

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[fleetinginfinities]

first ever of these but … the bachelors and my random headcanons/quotes/song lyrics/slices of whatever that fit them 🫶 apologies it doesn’t include everyone, these guys are my favorites and I’m having trouble channeling the others lmao

Sam

- drums his fingers/knuckles on tables, his legs, any surface when he’s anxious or impatient or excited or anticipating something. which, he’s always feeling at least one of the above…so

- his fingers. that’s all

- plays footsie under the table but not in a weird way, in more of a “I literally need to be touching you at all times to ground myself to this present moment and be happy” way

- loves full body contact — huuuge tight hugs, rolling on top of you in bed, pulling you into his chest from behind

- mumbles in his sleep and tosses and turns, constantly reaching for you and pulling you close

- blushes a lot. his cheeks turn the most beautiful peachy color

- talks at the speed of light as his default setting

- speeds when he drives, speeds when he walks, just Does Everything Quickly and with much energy

- is somehow both a morning person and a night owl most of the time

- but when he’s lazy or tired, there’s never been anyone lazier or sleepier

- always answers phone calls on speaker mode

- is unaware of his strength when showing affection sometimes, like an oversized dog

- prominent arm veins. enough said.

- makes you feel so alive. present. his energy is contagious

- there’s not a soul he can’t make friends with

- would absolutely love early/mid 2000s pop punk

- blindingly sunny smile

- beautiful, soft golden hair that he wears messy and literally sticks out every direction but in the hottest way ever

- he’s like the summer solstice. an everlasting day that’s sweet and warm and full of life but also peace. Sam, in all of his chaos, is your peace

- “i’m so in love that I might stop breathing”

- doesn’t ever hold a grudge

- smells like lavender and lemon. no I won’t be taking any feedback with this one

- big fan of flowers

- like, it’s not uncommon for him to show up with a hand-picked bouquet for you he collected on the way over

- could’ve worked in a bakery instead of joja mart and would’ve been much happier. sweet cinnamon roll boy

- is actually the heartthrob of the town

- as sweet and pure as he is, he also has a rebellious side and is often trying to sneak you in his room and toe the line of authority whenever he can

- is quite adventurous and doesn’t really have an ego if he’s bad at things or much fear in general. the results are constant entertainment and occasional catastrophes.

Elliott

- “I dream about you every night now. It’s really quite beautiful”

- is actually strong and built and muscular (totally looks like a red headed Thor in my brain)

- but touches and holds you so gently that it makes you want to cry

- extremely strong jawline

- gives that aloof kind of mysteriousness and quiet confidence that is magnetizing to literally everyone

- doesn’t have a toxically masculine bone in his body

- will talk to you for hours about philosophy, literature, films, art, the meaning of life, etc etc etc

- traces his fingers on your bare skin, lost in thought

- has the most mesmerizing, starry eyes

- being around him makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. everything feels ethereal and hazy

- if Sam is the summer solstice, Elliott is like the peak of autumn, when all of the leaves are at their most colorful and bright just before they fall, and you feel like he’s both the beginning and the ending of something all at once

- as a matter of fact: “is this the end of all the endings?”

- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else. you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

- loving him is the most intense, passionate experience of your life

- he would a b s o l u t e l y be the one that got away if you split up

- big fan of candles and crackling log fireplaces

- really enjoys a good row in his boat in the cool, dewy mornings and his back muscles show it

- his emotional intelligence is unmatched. you’ll never meet a more well-adjusted man

- romanticizes life in only the way a writer can

- isn’t just all depth and somber. also isn’t all pizazz and flamboyance. actually has a great sense of humor as a secret third thing

Sebastian

- despite how much he closes himself off at first, you feel an instant connection with him. you just understand him innately. and you feel like he gets you, too

- downplays how smart he really is

- genuinely loves to let everyone else shine. loves that Sam commands all the attention in the room. loves watching others praise you.

- is never competitive with anyone else and absolutely loves when the people around him win. the most supportive person ever

- really has a soft spot for animals

- incredibly intuitive. can read your mind like a book and anticipate your needs

- if he loves you, there is not another person on earth that would ever catch his attention or temptation. 1000% the most loyal boy

- “he looks up grinning like a devil”

- motorcycle rides in the city late at night when it’s raining

- sometimes doing something reckless is the only way that makes him feel alive

- in other words, he’s a closet adrenaline junkie

- can absolutely rival Elliott in terms of being the most romantic with his words sometimes — though it’s few and far between, he will never stop telling you that you’re the first person that he ever did, well, basically *anything* with and how special you are to him and how you’re his one and only

Alex

- it takes a special person to command his attention, he has always had fleeting attractions but he has never felt for anyone what he feels for you

- is absolutely a great person to go to with any problem. he has a clear and straightforward answer or solution

- is the number one person you want to be around if you just want someone genuinely uplifting to spend time with

- *always* notices physical changes and gives fantastic compliments

- is absolutely the dude who keeps his friend group together well into adulthood and middle age and beyond. he’s the one planning beach days, weekend recreational sports and activities, cooking out or tailgating on game days, inviting you for a bite to eat at the saloon if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, etc.

- genuinely loves a good romance or romcom as much as he loves the newest action movie

- fantastic with kids

- is very committed to you from the start

- will go to great lengths to maintain a happy and healthy and successful relationship. it’s the athlete determination in him

- has quite good taste in aesthetics. definitely has an opinion about fashion, home decor, etc

- has perfect teeth and a beautiful complexion in my mind

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

(I'm certain) I Know What You'd Say

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: Pavitr taking you to the tallest building in Mumbattan and feeding you vada paav + "is this a date?" + angst..?  Warnings: Unrequited Love, Pining, Platonic Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending (but not that ambiguous), Hopeful Ending, Low Self-Esteem, Reader POV, Negative Thoughts, Past bad Relationship, Italics indicate thoughts

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🎶🎵I'd never ask you cause deep down I'm certain I know what you'd say You'd say I'm sorry believe me I love you but not in that way🎶🎵 Not In That Way by Sam Smith As usual, all Hindi words are Google Translated (pls don't 🔪 me) *Can also be read as Pavitr Prabhakar x lithro!reader

"Pavs!" 

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swings smoothly from a lamp post and dives with a twril to land before you. A smile pulls at your lips. Show off.

"Ready, N/n?"

You nod, circling your arms around his neck. He secures one arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest, and aims his web at a tall building. 

"Hold on tight. 3.. 2..1! WhooOHOOO!" 

You squeal excitedly as he swings from building to building, navigating effortlessly through the traffic. It's like riding a roller coaster except you're swinging. You heart pumps faster from the adrenaline rush and you wind yourself tighter around him, almost crushing him in fear as he swings higher and higher. 

"Hey", he says gently removing unwinding your arm, "You can open your eyes now." 

What feels like forever has been only a few minutes when you find yourself on the rooftop of a skyscraper in the middle of the city. 

The view is picturesque but you don't get to appreciate it for long, busy throwing up in the corner. Pavitr winces and turns his face away, peeling off his mask as he sits on the edge of the terrace. 

"Sssssorry..." 

Luckily you've brought water and you rinse your mouth, coming to sit beside Pavitr cautiously. 

"See? I told you it'd be fun!" 

"It is thrilling, but.. you sure we won't accidentally fall off? I mean..", your breathing picks up as you look below, "it's soooo high.." 

"Don't look down!"

Too late. The world around begins to spin as gravity calls for you. Oh no.. 

Pavitr pulls you back into safety and rubs your back in soothing motions. "Relax. I got'chu, N/n." 

"How do you do this everyday without getting your insides twisted!?" 

He shrugs as it's obvious. "I'm Spider-Man." 

"Yeah, because that explains everything", you sass, shooting him an unamused look. "Poor Gayatri, though." 

Pavitr flushes, eyes flitting everywhere but at you as he rubs his neck. "Uh, you're actually the first... she doesn't know yet.."

Oh, of course! You were the only one to know his secret identity. And not because he told you; you'd accidentally caught him crawl into his bedroom wall wearing the suit and you put two and two together. 

You set the street food you bought for this 'picnic' down. Seven vada pavs and two cardamom teas. 

"Did you just say I'm special?", you tease. 

"Nah, you're just lucky to catch me that night." 

You surprise him water to his face in playful retaliation, giggling. He reaches to grab your bottle but you keep it out of his reach, attacking him when he tries to shoot his webs. 

"Hey!" 

He laughs, trying to sheild himself, and, Gods, it's a beautiful sound. You stare entranced, the beautiful pink sunset painting a romantic backdrop as the last rays catch his wet hair, making it shine. The peachy colour falls on his tan skin and Pavitr looks ethereal. He wears that flirty smile that helps him charm his way out of chores, eyes sparkling and -wow, are you in a Bollywood movie? Surely, this must be a dream. 

Mmmm... &lt;;3 

"I know, right!" 

His voice snaps you out of your reverie. What the hell, you were supposed to be in control of your emotions, not practically drool on your crush! 

"What?", you ask, hoping you didn't blurt out anything embarrassing. You have GOT to stop zoning out when he's right there.

His gloves are off and he holds a vada paav in each hand, stuffing both into his mouth. 

When did he-?

"The vada pav -Mmmm!", he moans with a full mouth, "this is The best food to ever exist! It's amrutha!" 

"All street foods are ambrosia for you." 

"No, no, this really is divine! Here, have a taste-" 

You let him feed you, enjoying it while it lasts with the painful knowledge that this won't mean as much to him the way it means to you. 

Your relationship was doomed to ever remain platonic but you will cherish these little moments of your unrequited love till the day you die, alone and still pining. 

Yeah... Pavitr has a girlfriend, who's none other than your mutual bestie, Gayatri Singh. Neither of them have told you yet, but it's obvious. The way they look at each other, always a twinkle in their orbs as they speak eye to eye -the love language of love. Little smiles, sneaky looks, inside jokes.. you feel left out, but maybe it is for the best. It's like, if you acknowledged it, then there will be no denying it and this love-castle you've built in your head will collapse. 

One-sided love is like the thorns in a rose: it hurts, but letting go means you can't admire the flower anymore. And, you've gripped the stupid thing with your whole palm and now you're bleeding. 

'It's not like anyone likes me, anyway', negative thoughts begin to plague you. 'I'm the odd one out, the outsider, the one that doesn't fit in. Invisible, unless they have a use of me.' 

Self-loathing was a dangerous wormhole and you only spiralled more into it as you recalled your ex. You had briefly dated another guy to take Pavitr off your mind but it ended poorly. Pavitr had been there for you then too but it did no good. What little self-esteem you had never increased after that. 

Realizing your eyes had moistened, you inhale sharply and look out into the city that never sleeps to distract yourself. 

You loved the night sky. Grandma always said that when people die, they become stars. Perhaps, one day, you'll be one too. Watch another poor soul like you pine over someone they can never have. 

A stray tear slips down your cheek and you're quick to wipe it away, hoping Pavitr didn't notice it. The last thing you want is for him to ask, because you know you'll blurt out your feelings and it'll be the end. 

You shake yourself out of it, pushing those thoughts away. Now isn't the time. You are here with Pavitr right now and that's all what's important.

"So cold up here." You shiver, rubbing your arms for warmth. He opens his mouth to retort when you cut him off. "If you say 'I can't control the weather Y/n', I WILL push you off." 

He just laughs. "Which King of Mumbattan's Streets would you rather", he asks, holding up another vada paav, "Pav or Pavitr?" 

"Easy. Vada pav." 

You snerk when he holds his chest in faux pain and reach for the snack, but he insists on feeding you. 

"I'm not trusting you at 200 feet high. Also, this is the last one so, we're sharing", he says and shifts closer to you.

Fingers slightly brush against each other, making you tingle and stop protesting as he feeds you again. Control, idiot, control! 

Even if he'll never treated you as a lover, it's okay, because just being next to Pavitr makes your day better. 

You sip your elaichi chai and watch the city in comfortable silence, welcoming Pavitr move closer. You mind goes on a fieldtrip when your shoulders touch and you try not to blush. Maybe even lean in a little, hoping he won't notice.. 

Loud honkings corrupt the quiet air as traffic increases in the city below you. You wonder what time it is, glancing at your watch and -OH MY GOD! 

You jerk and shoot up but lose balance, though Pavitr is quick to catch you before you slip and fall off the rooftop. 

"You okay there?" 

"It's past my curfew! Ma will take the broomstick out on me if I am not home in a few!" 

"Please, N/n, aunty is so sweet. You're making her look like a villain." 

"You're not the one who's gonna be grounded!" 

"Stop fretting, we'll be there in ten seconds tops." Pavitr assures you, packing up everything in record time and washes his hands. "Ready?" 

He circles his arm around your waist once again, holding securely and swings you home, reaching quicker than before. You land on the balcony of your house, surprisingly not puking this time, as he releases you gently. 

Neither of you move and he doesn't seem to let go any soon. Veins thrum in excitement.  

"We're early", he says softly looking into your eyes. 

The full moon is reflected in his orbs, the moonrays highlighting his features. You want to cry; such a beautiful, good hearted guy can never be yours. 

"Huh?" 

"It only took nine seconds." 

You can't help but blush at how his hands are still around your waist, loosened but still there, blood pumping hot under your skin. 

God, he's so close. 

"N/n..." 

He leans in, and for a moment you forget about everything as his intoxicating scent fills your nose. You beg the Gods to prolong this moment a bit longer. 

The sound of your mom yelling from behind the door breaks you apart. Pavitr pulls on his mask and jumps onto the railing, shooting his web onto a nearby building. 

The chilly wind blows through his hair and he looks every bit hero as he stands deific under the moonlight. 

"Thanks for the date, by the way."

His words take you by surprise. Hope fills your chest and you perk up, but quickly shut it down. 

It's not what I'm thinking; he doesn't mean it that way, he's joking. 

"It... was it a date?", you ask, slow and hesitant. You need him to say 'yes' but you're not sure what you'll do if he says 'no'. 

He's just kidding. Why did you even ask!? Why are you so stubborn that he'll like you back!? 

Pavitr's silence makes you anxious. His mask prevents you from seeing his reaction and you grow antsy, unable to decipher his feelings. 

"Maybe." 

And then, Pavitr's gone, leaving you to ponder over his words in the dark chilly balcony, alone. The city below moves about full of life yet you're frozen in place with your breath taken away. 

Maybe. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! Kudos and comments feed my fic dragon <3

[junkdrawernoggin]

SPOILERS for CINDERELLA'S CASTLE

Wanted to put a warning because if you can see it you should, and for all the folks who are going to wait for the YouTube release. There are also critiques in here, so if you don't want to see that, pass on by and have a good day!

I really really enjoyed it! I have a couple issues with it so I'll get those out of the way first. I mean these with all respect and kindness to the cast and crew.

Main Issue: You can tell who is an old Starkid member

This distracted me a lot. In this production there are only 3 original members on stage (I'm counting anyone who did AVPMs). That's Jeff Blim, Lauren Lopez, and Joey Richter. They are obviously all very talented. However

My critique for Lauren is that she did the same voice for Rancilda that she did for Ruth, and I wasn't a fan when she did it then. I haven't loved any of her sniveling loser roles, finding them far too annoying to enjoy. Emma and Zazzalil were fantastic, as well as her Tin Can roles. Please let her do that instead.

Edit: The Rancilda voice is actually not Ruth's. There is another character she does that has this exact same shrill thing going on, but for the life of me I cannot recall who it is.

Jeff is a great song writer, but he consistently writes himself parts that are out of his comfortable range. That or his vocal health is in serious disrepair by performance time. The "Castle on a Hill" demo sounds great, but in the DT performance I can almost feel the strain. I miss his lower range.

Joey did amazing puppet work; I especially enjoyed the parts where he was the old dwarf. The problem comes with the singing. NPMD I enjoyed his singing, and he's been good in the Tin Can productions. But you can hear him straining in the background which I felt hindered some of the ensemble parts.

I LOVE the old cast. They all bring unique skills to the table. But I think they are very comfortable now, and also sometimes make choices they think are good but in actuality hinder themselves. I'd love if a different writer came on board to mix things up. They need to be unafraid of giving honest feedback.

Now to the good!

The "new" cast members are so incredible!

Bryce rocked it, and I'm glad to see her highlighted after how well she did in NPMD. She sold every emotion, and her mix of wit and despair was heartcrushing. I would watch a 10 hour version of this production just to see more of her.

James was great. I don't find overly sexual humor that funny, but he did very well keeping a straight face and being utterly sincere with it all.

I will fully admit I have a crush on Kim and Curt, which colors my perspective of them a bit. Kim is such an incredible singer, I could listen to her all day. She's only the Fairy Queen for like...10ish minutes but she absolutely and utterly steals the show. No one else could've sold me that hard on how ethereal she was. Curt impossibly has chemistry with literally every person he's paired with. From the previews I was hoping Tadius and Ella would be paired up, so I am peachy pleased it turned out that way!

Jon was great, his role was clearly inspired by Septimus from Labyrinth and I love how hard he leaned into that.

I also adore Mariah, and I really loved this for her. She has had a pretty wild amount of diversity in all of her roles for Starkid. I was happy to see her really lean into the comedy and shenanigans of it all.

And the cherry on top, ANGELA!!!! I will admit, in Black Friday i wasn't her biggest fan. Mostly because I was so disappointed Mariah was unable to be in that production. However, she utterly shocked me in NPMD, that girl is MADE to play villains!!! I was a bit confused on why Angela was chosen for the stepmother and not Lauren, but oh boy when she came on stage I was HOOKED! She was fantastic. Is she a great singer? In my personal opinion, no not really. Do I really care? NOT AT ALL!! Highlight of the show 10/10

Also the set design was fucking incredible!! I like that they downsized (or at least it looked like they downsized) from the NPMD stage. It looked empty all the time. This time it felt so full and high budget. The lighting was phenomenal, the first time I've ever noticed lighting in a show and not for a bad reason.

The band was great, they always are!

The songs were...iffy. They didn't stick with me the way the NPMD ones did, certainly not like Black Friday or TGWDLM did. I'm a big music fan (I trained professionally to sing as well), so songs stick with me a lot even on a first listen. I know the opening "There's a castle on a hill as the story goes..." because I've watched the announcements so many times. Other than that, I really cannot tell you a single lyric from most of the songs in this show. Very odd for me.

Okay, going in for another watch. Maybe I'll have other opinions after.

[naturallyteal]

A dream fanfic by NaturallyTeal ~ Seventh Day

Summary:

The Secret Dream Diary of a Good Omens fan (anonymous, he) who contracted a severe case of the fandom-typical brain rot from watching S1 & S2 too often, reading too much fanfic on AO3, and spending altogether too much time engaging on tumblr, digesting gifs, fanart and meta.

He dreams about Good Omens every night.

Short dreams, daily.

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Seventh Day: Homy Trinity

I dreamt: I was a snake in the grass and I was as green as the grass and I was blissful. The sun was shining and warming me from above and all in the garden was peaceful. A red apple fell on my middle and hurt me, and scared me, and made me angry. Aziraphale appeared with the fragrance of ether, and stooped at my side, and touched me. I started to glow and warm with pink light, and he said: “Don’t fear, Crawley’s coming!”

I was the grass. They both were there. And all in the Garden was peachy.

[previous day] [next day]

I’m planning to post one _short_ dream daily, for 20 days. If you like, subscribe on AO3!

There’s also a “mailing list” (tagging in the replies) here on tumblr, let me know if you want on it! 😇😎

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 51: A Chat With Papa

Luigi was up late working on updating the Sims Forever mods he’d made after visiting most of his living family when he heard the ethereal rustle of a visit from “the other side”.

He looked up to see the ghost of his beloved Papa Jack standing beside him at last. Overjoyed Luigi sprang to his feet, his modding forgotten, and wrapped his Papa in a giant hug. He had so much to tell him, so many questions he’d been waiting to ask!

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The budding mixologist insisted they head downstairs and enjoy the bottle of his Papa’s favorite nectar he’d been saving for this visit.

As he poured them each a tall glass, Luigi had to ask his Papa why he hadn’t visited earlier. Jack explained that in the same way sims in his homeland rarely extended their natural lifespans they also rarely visited the mortal realm as ghosts. The few times he had stopped by, his son was either sleeping or busy “entertaining” another sim.

He’d wanted to catch up with his boy, but he wasn’t about to interrupt his much-needed rest, let alone the other thing…!

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With only a precious few hours before Jack returned to the nether, Luigi jumped right into the issue he thought his Papa would understand best.

He caught Jack up to speed on his frustratingly unsuccessful love life, from Noemi to Jade and even his brief experience with Ralla. He’d thought the watcher would make it easy to find “the one” and produce the next heir, but that special someone he was waiting for was taking forever to arrive.

It was the only way he really hadn’t wanted to turn out just like his Papa, but young love didn’t seem to be working out for him.

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While Jack had observed that this Watcher seemed to enjoy a good love story just as much as his previous one, he told his boy that there was never a guarantee that his special someone, or the next heir, would come easily or in an expected way.

He advised his son to take his time and spend the effort to find the right sim. If Jack had rushed to settle for any old relationship he might never have ended up with Peachy and he didn’t for a second regret the love they’d shared, even if it had taken him a long time to find it.

Where Jack thought Luigi should most consider breaking from his example was in life extension. The norms of his own nation and upbringing shouldn’t keep Luigi from extending his own life as needed to give him time to find the ideal spouse and enjoy raising that next generation with them.

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Luigi could hardly believe that his hardline Papa had softened his stance on extending one’s life! Once he got over the shock, he promised his Papa that he wouldn’t be rushing into or out of any relationships. He had enough to deal with now, between schoolwork and becoming a leader in e-sports.

He didn’t want a repeat of the Isra debacle with someone who wanted more attention than he could give, which raised the question of when to shift his focus from his own goals to his special child? Luigi wanted to be as good a dad as Jack, but he had so much he needed to accomplish professionally!

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At this Jack grew thoughtful. He said he’s always known he would like to be a dad, and by the time Luigi was born he’d been ready to shift his focus entirely to fatherhood. Peachy was the one that had struggled to juggle his professional and family responsibilities.

Jack’s best advice for Luigi on the matter of parenthood was to, once again, take his time. Ensuring that whomever he decided to have a child with understood how important his professional goals were to him would be essential. Once he had a family, they should be a top priority, but having the right partner would make it easy to raise a happy and successful heir while still having time to make his own dreams come true.

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Jack began to feel drawn back to the world beyond, and he could see that his son was tired, but he had one more thing to say before they parted.

He admired Luigi’s steadfast desire to stand up for what was right, but he didn’t need to “act tough”. He should not be shy about showing his joy and vulnerability to the world as well as his strength. It was his judgement and actions, not his clothing or hairstyle, that would make him a strong sim.

Luigi told his Papa once again how fantastic it had been to see him and about the late nights he would set aside for future visits. After one last goodbye hug the two Sims went their separate ways, both much happier for the chance to spend a little time together once again.

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[aww-alice]

"The Academy" Chapter 1 - [The Magician]

Within the entrance hall of the academy, [Y/N] was greeted by the headmaster. He was a tall man with piercing eyes, offering a welcoming smile as he extended his hand in greeting.

"Welcome to our academy, Miss [Y/N].”

His words echoed off the stone walls. 

"I trust your journey was pleasant?"

She answered with a polite smile. 

"Yes, it was, Headmaster. I’m pleased to be here."

"Excellent. I’m afraid I have to attend to some urgent matters now, so allow me to introduce you to one of our senior students, who will show you to your dormitory. Enjoy your stay.”

After exchanging a handshake with [Y/N], he turned around and completely melted into the shadows of one of the dark corridors.

A moment later, breaking the darkness of the entrance hall, a light voice appeared from behind her.

"Hello there! You must be the new student."

Twirling around, [Y/N] was met with a young woman exuding grace and elegance. Her long dark hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, much like the branches of a blossoming wisteria tree…

"I'm Minji, one of the seniors here," she said, offering a handshake. "Allow me to show you to your dormitory."

The moment they established physical contact through the handshake, a memory appeared in [Y/N]’s mind. A memory entirely enveloped in white… 

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.

.

And it disappeared before she had the chance to grasp it.

“My name is [Y/N]. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

She answered with a classy tone.

“[Y/N]… You have a beautiful name.” Her voice resembling a ballad and her eyes twinkling like diamonds, Minji’s pleasant presence could light up the entire galaxy.

[Y/N] followed Minji down the winding corridors of the academy. Her steps echoed like Cinderella’s glass shoes on the staircase just before midnight. The sky outside had darkened - a deep shade of purple, embroidered with twinkling stars.

“Here we are!” She smiled after opening the door to her dormitory. “I hope you like the accommodation here. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.” 

At that moment, Minji got closer to [Y/N]. Her gorgeous peachy aroma stunned [Y/N].

“I’d be happy to assist you.”

At that moment, their eyes locked together…

“I’m grateful you took me here.” [Y/N]’s smile appeared. This smile could conquer the hearts of 10,000 men. “I will ask you if any questions arise.”

The smile Minji answered with was enough to cause an apocalypse.

“Good night, [Y/N].”

As she was leaving, her silky dark hair blended perfectly with the darkness of the corridor…

[Y/N]’s room at the academy was the perfect size for one person, adorned with a large window overlooking the academy grounds. 

That night’s moon casted a soft glow through the glass, allowing ethereal light to enter, blessing everything it touched.

[arisokit]

Character Name: Anoushka Melina Joshlyn (commonly known as "Anne")

Species: Human

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: Anne has undergone a striking transformation since her pact with the fey. Previously, she had dark brown hair that cascaded down her back, often adorned in intricate styles befitting her noble heritage. Her once peachy skin has transformed into a luminous pale white—a signature of her connection to the fey. Now, her hair is a vivid blood crimson, contrasting sharply with her ethereal bluish-teal eyes that sparkle with mischief and allure. Anne's makeup is bold and gothic; she regularly sports black eyeliner with glistening eyeshadow, accentuating her otherworldly beauty. Her attire has evolved from luxurious noble gowns to revealing jade and black torn robes, combined with ripped fishnets and heavy leather jewelry that swings like chains with her every movement. Each of her double-pierced ears glint with ornate earrings, echoing her rebellious spirit.

Personality Traits: Anne embodies a chaotic neutral alignment, making her unpredictable and whimsical. She possesses a sharp wit and a playful sense of humor, often finding joy in mischief and trickery. Although generally self-serving, Anne has a strange sense of loyalty towards her friends. Her curiosity drives her to explore different aspects of the world, often leading her to trouble or adventure. She is fiercely independent and disdainful of authority, a trait that stems from her noble upbringing. Despite her seemingly carefree demeanor, Anne harbors a deeper yearning for freedom and understanding, particularly regarding the Mindflayer species.

Background: Born into one of the most powerful noble families in Baldur's Gate, Anne's life was initially filled with luxury and privilege. However, the suffocating expectations of her family compelled her to escape at the young age of 15. Seeking her own identity, she ventured into the world and eventually found herself entangled with the fey. Her patron, Iggwilv, the Witch Queen of the Feywild, tasked her with uncovering the mystery of the Mindflayers—a mission that would lead to her capture by these creatures. The experience dramatically reshaped Anne, deepening her powers as a Warlock while also emphasizing her desire to explore the unknown. Despite her familial ties, Anne's heart beats for adventure, mischief, and ultimately, self-discovery.

Other Relevant Information:

Weapon of Choice: Anne wields a sharp glaive with elegance, a weapon that reflects both her noble roots and her new chaotic existence.

Hobbies: One of her favorite pastimes is playing the lyre, an instrument that she uses to charm and enthrall, often drawing in unsuspecting listeners with her haunting melodies.

Love Interest: Anne's heart is captured by Astarion, a charismatic vampire rogue who shares her love for the art of deception and manipulation. Their bond is intense, filled with flirtation and the thrill of danger.

Best Friend: Shadowheart, a devoted worshiper of the Lady Shar, acts as a sisterly figure to Anne. Their connection is grounded in mutual respect and trust, providing Anne with a sense of stability amidst her chaotic life.

Companion: Anne has a pet dusk unicorn named "Twilight," a mystical creature that symbolizes her ties to the fey and serves as both her steed and confidant. Together, they traverse realms, embodying the spirit of exploration and freedom.

Anne's journey is one of defiance and discovery, continually challenging the constraints of both her noble past and the enigmatic forces at play within her life. Each encounter adds another layer to her character, driving her towards an unforeseen destiny.

What Anne Approves:

Adventure and Exploration: Anne is driven by an insatiable curiosity to explore the unknown, reveling in the thrill of new experiences.

Mischief and Trickery: She delights in playful pranks, enjoying the laughter and chaos they provoke.

Fierce Loyalty: Although self-serving, she values and fiercely protects her friends, often putting their needs above her own in moments of crisis.

Personal Freedom: Above all, Anne values her independence and autonomy, opposing anything that seeks to constrain her spirit.

What Anne Disapproves:

Authority and Control: Anne has a deep-seated disdain for anyone who tries to impose rules or restrictions on her life.

Conformity: The expectations of her noble family made her rebellious; she shuns anything that feels forced or standardized.

Betrayal of Trust: Anne detests dishonesty among friends, valuing loyalty and open communication above all.

Ignorance: She has little patience for those unwilling to explore the mysteries of the world, especially when it comes to understanding creatures like the Mindflayers.