#glamourless

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[impossiblesuitcase]

Levana has two core tenets that drive her entire personal philosophy, both actively damaging and sustaining her: her need to be beautiful and her need to be loved. They are irrevocably intertwined and are ultimately her undoing.

Two people in her life dictate these notions--Channary and Evret. Channary implanted the desire to be loved and the necessity to be beautiful once Levana is disfigured. Without any willing participation from Evret, Levana carries over these insecurities, needing to be loved by him when Channary fails her and needing to keep up her glamour to feel beautiful. If Solstice is the only woman he can see as beautiful, that's what Levana must become. She sabotages her relationship with him after she shows him her true appearance; she refuses to be loved for her true self, and once he sees it, he must be disposed of. Evret lives on in Winter, who reinforces that Levana cannot ever control them as she wears her three uniform scars with pride.

With the death of these two motivators, she feels free of the burden of needing them. But the demand to be beautiful and loved is indefatigable, so she replaces them with an unearthly, ethereal glamour in her quest for vanity, and the contrived love from her citizens to feel wanted. These are both fundamentally artificial and never satisfy her, so she must always strive for more. Her body, face, voice 'improve' countless times over decades, as she is never sure that they are perfect enough. Her armies become fiercer, her inventory larger, and she sets her sights on the largest territory to conquer--Earth--all in the name of supplying her people to buy their love. Levana could have at any point abandoned her course of tyranny and used her circumstances to reform herself and her country's systemic disparity. She chooses every day to reject these opportunities and each action deepens her need to maintain the façade of love and looks. She is to be pitied, but not to be pardoned.

In order for Levana to be defeated as a villain, she must not only die, but must have her philosophy completely overturned. Kai takes the place of Evret and she replays her manipulation in the same way on their wedding day. But when she marries Kai, glamouring as his lover as she did to Evret, he dismantles her beauty, stating that she will never be as beautiful as the glamourless Linh Cinder. This directly mirrors Evret's loyalty to Solstice and it hurts Levana--not because she loves Kai in any way like she loved Evret--but because the message lives on in him. She is always inadequate.

Her glamour and her loyalties fall in one fell swoop. Her people come to her door to kill her, and her true face is blown up in the sky, permanently tainting her image. With her vanity blighted, all that's left is the fundamental nucleus of her problems: her relationship with Channary. It is the chief relationship in her life, even posthumously, and is the very cause of her perverted worldview. Levana never killed Channary and that is her greatest regret.

When Cinder arrives--Channary's near reincarnation in appearance--Levana has her second chance. It is particularly imperative to her to eliminate Selene because Levana was never loved by Channary, while Selene was. Her existence is a mockery of Levana's pain because it clarifies that Channary was capable of love and actively withheld it from Levana. However when Levana burnt Cinder alive, she levelled the playing field. She assigned Cinder a life of enduring the same prejudice and inadequacy that she faced. Therefore in their final battle, Levana likens Cinder to herself and her need to be desired. By killing Selene, she will finally prove that she has killed her need to be loved by Channary.

To do this, she sets up the perfect replica for this prophetic revenge. Cinder's friend will betray her as Channary did Levana, and Cinder will retaliate as Levana herself wished to do. It is particularly powerful that it is not Kai in the room at this final battle. Romantic love is irrelevant now. Instead it is Thorne, whom Cinder loves as family. Their almost sibling-like dynamic is now reflective of Channary and Levana. Levana asserts that this kind of love is false. But Cinder and Thorne demonstrate their loyalty to one another--even when Thorne is manipulated to hurt her, Cinder attacks Levana, not him. He proves his love in his sobs and apologies as his body rebels. Levana's final desire, to prove that love is merely a conquest and a war, is dashed.

In the end, Levana stabs Cinder, but it doesn't matter. Her worldview is shattered, her tenuous beliefs severed. That is where Levana is defeated. The final shot that kills her is simply to finalise the matter. Her tenets die with her and can be replaced with the true forms of beauty and love. Cinder and Winter, disfigured and scarred and unashamed. Kai, who loves Cinder and loves her appearance because she gave him good reason to, and never through manipulation. Cinder, who attains loyalty from the citizens of Luna and Earth alike through her action and compassion.

Love is not conquered, love is not a war; it is earned.

[l8tof1]

It doesn’t take something big but there’s been plenty of things from Merc, especially since 2021 that would cause him to consider elsewhere. They’ve also not treated him as he deserves. That adds up. Lewis wanting to win with them is true, but how they want to win with him matters too. Merc hasn’t shown the “how” in car development and they also haven’t in team support. There’s only so much time.

yeah for sure. merc have been terrible but as far as f1 teams go (and i know the bar is in hell), they were overall not the worst by comparison. it felt like there was a genuine effort to engage with causes lewis wanted to push and to be more open to other brands and industries, for example.

there is just SO MUCH about ferrari that gives me the ick and that makes me worried. they feel so boring and glamourless and cheap and backward in every way (though ig maybe merc will be the same once lewis leaves? 🤭) and also just. unprepared for him and more racist than merc which is… yikes.

but he obv has a plan and i cannot wait to see what he does there!! he loves a challenge and he loves to prove people wrong, so i can also see that the fact no one believed he would ever leave merc and “start over” lights a fire in him, you know?

[thatonechaoticbeing]

Pains and Aches

(word count: 1,560)

Since y'all liked the last one here's another

It was a typical afternoon. Wukong was lazing around with the little ones, while Monkey King: the animated series acted as background noise to the little ones attending to their business.

The king couldn't help but smile softly as he looked on at his subjects. He leaned back against the sofa, hearing a soft creek from his weight, closing his eyes he let out a relaxed sigh. He listened while the small monkeys ran a muck. When he heard a pained grunt. Wukong quickly shot up, eyes wide frantically looking around for the source. Only to see none of the monkeys were hurt. He listened closely for the noise to see if maybe he had just imagined it. Then, he heard it again a little louder this time, closer and more clear he could actually pinpoint which direction it was coming from. He immediately looked in that direction using gold vision, he saw someone lurking outside. He quickly ran outside and spotted the figure hunched over, letting out more pained noises. Wukong made his way over so he could assist or at the very least get a better look at the stranger…

The sage froze as the figure turned his head startled by the noise from the sudden movement and was now facing him. Wukong's breath hitched as he locked eyes with the "stranger." For this was his old friend, currently glamourless, worn out, bloody, and overall worse for wear, The Six-eared Macaque. The six-eared monkey opened his mouth to speak only to remain silent as he passed out.

On reflex Wukong caught the shadow warrior before he could hit the ground. Snapping out of his surprised daze in the process. He quickly shifted the other in his arms earning him a soft whimper of discomfort. The king took the unconscious monkey inside earning confused looks from the others before they realized what was in his arms. Once they saw the bloodied figure in his hold they quickly jumped into action. A few ran off to get the first aid kit, while others cleared a space for their king to put the unconscious demon.

Placing macaque on the sofa Wukong began to examine him for any and all wounds. Wukong removed macaque's shirt and accessories allowing better access to the many cuts and scratches that littered his body. The little ones passed their king supplies as he got to work cleaning and bandaging the injuries that had caused the other such pain that he started shaking uncontrollably. After what felt like hours passed, he finally finished. He gently and slowly moved, so as to not irritate the newly bandaged wounds, macaque as he laid him down so he could get some proper rest. As he cleaned up the blood and supplies he periodically checked on the still unconscious monkey. Once he was done he sat on the floor next to the sofa to keep an eye on him. Hours passed before the warrior awoke. Once he had he took a moment to register his changed surroundings. It didn't take long before his attention turned to the monkey king, who currently had his eyes trained on him. Macaque felt his breath catch throat as golden eyes met his. Quickly recovering he ripped his eyes away from the King's looking away. Although he could still feel Wukong's gaze boring into him, he didn't speak.

It stayed like this for a while. Wukong, staring as macaque, avoided eye contact. An awkward silence between the two as neither spoke. Finally, Wukong broke the silence. "What happened?" Macaque's head shot towards Wukong "what?" The question was soft as his voice slowly died in his throat. "What happened?" The king repeated, a serious tone filling his voice. "I got in a little fight, that's all." Macaque responded, almost dismissive."Little?" A soft chuckle escaped the king as he cocked an eyebrow at the response. "Okay maybe not 'little' but-" Macaque stopped. Why was he explaining himself? Let alone to Wukong of all people. "But?" "Doesn't matter." "I think it does." Macaque knew this would be a losing battle. "Why do you care anyway?" "You're changing the subject." "You're avoiding the question." They locked eyes. A soft annoyed groan left the king's lips. He would get nowhere if this continued. "Is it that hard to believe that I can be worried about you?" "Yes" "even when you pass out in front of me?" Macaque didn't know what to say to that. "I couldn't just leave you like that…" macaque looked down at the bandages wrapped around his torso. "You could have, you just knew the kid would kill you if you did." He retorted.

A frustrated sigh left Wukong as he stood. Macaque watched his movements until he found himself cornered trapped with Wukong's hands at the sides of his head pinning him. Knowing he was in no condition to fight, let alone fight Wukong macaque sank back into the sofa. "If I really only helped you for the kid I would have taken you to him." The way wukong said it left no doubt in macaque's mind. He was telling the truth. "Now, I won't ask again. What happened?" "I already-" "The truth this time macaque." His voice was stern, as if challenging macaque to even think of disobeying. A sigh escaped macaque "fine." Wukong backed off leaning against the coffee table as macaque told him the story of what happened.

"So, a demon who wished to court you attacked after you rejected their advances?" Wukong could feel anger bubble inside him as he spoke through gritted teeth. "That's what I said. Luckily I was able to escape before any more harm could be done." Macaque finished as Wukong pushed himself upright. "Why do I have a feeling this is not the first time you've had to deal with something like this?" Wukong pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing down his anger. "Because it's not." Macaque said matter of factly. Wukong's eyes shot wide as he looked at macaque in disbelief, no trace of deceit in his features. "That's it you're staying here."

Now it was macaque's turn to look for a joke that wasn't there. "Are you serious?" Disbelief blatant in his voice. "Yes. At least until you fully recover from-" Wukong gestures to the bandages "this. Speaking of which need changing. Stay here, I'll be right back." Wukong left to fetch the first aid kit leaving no room for argument. Leaving macaque with only the mountain monkeys and his thoughts as company only. Wukong returned to see a very annoyed macaque. He moved to kneel in front of macaque and placed the first aid down beside him. "Alright, arms up." "Wha-?" "I'm changing your bandages dummy. Now, arms-" a look of confusion crossed macaque's face as Wukong moved quickly, gently grabbing macaque's wrists and moving his arms above his head. "up." 

Macaque couldn't help the faint blush that dusted his cheeks at the gentleness and care Wukong was taking with him. Handling him as if he were made of glass. "Perfect, now keep your arms up for me, okay?" Macaque nodded, unable to speak, dazed due to the softness in Wukong's voice and the sight of a side of Wukong he hadn't seen in a very long time. His eyes followed almost in a trance while Wukong made swift work of his bandages.

Some time passed as Wukong worked, instructing macaque as he went. Before long he was finished. He leaned back on the balls of his feet as he wiped the sweat from his brow using the back of his hand. "There, that should do it for now." He looked up at macaque. "Thank you." Wukong's eyes widened slightly at the sincerity in macaque's voice. Not even a hint of sarcasm or sass. Wukong gave a soft smile. "Don't mention it." Wukong rose to his feet. Wukong leaves to put up the first aid. As quick as he had gone he returned now holding a glass of water. Handing it to macaque "Here, this should help." Macaque took the glass and drained the contents.

He patted the sofa, inviting Wukong to join him on the sofa. After placing the now empty glass on the coffee table. Wukong accepted the invitation and sat down, leaning back into the cushions just as he had been before. Draping his arm across the back of the sofa behind macaque. Macaque felt a jolt of pain flow through him. He doubled over a whimper of pain escaping him. Wukong was quick to react by taking the suffering monkey in his arms and carefully pulling him into his lap. More gasps and whimpers escape macaque as he clutches onto Wukong like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to the mortal plane. Wukong gently pressed macaque's head to his chest and began lightly running his fingers through the injured monkey's hair trying to comfort him. The pain made macaque's head spin. All macaque could focus on was the faint smell of peaches in the air, the warmth radiating off of Wukong, Wukong's heart beat, and the feeling of Wukong's fingers in his hair.

Soon macaque was able to calm down, the pain becoming more bearable. Exhausted he soon fell asleep leaning against Wukong's chest. Wukong soon after joined him falling asleep with the other in his arms.

[jessadamsdraws]

Glamourless Macaque Shadowpeach?

[summer-grass]

Hi, I'm back again!

School has been intense recently, but I've (mostly) caught up with everything, so it should be smooth sailing for a few weeks now!

Speaking of sailing, and boats, and books, of course, I've started annotating my copy of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness for school. Hopefully rereading it won't be so confusing as the initial reading was.

The other photo above are of my notes on William Blake's poem The Little Black Boy, or rather notes on the essay Liberatory Christianity and the Perception of Race in "TLBB".

What I got done today:

Literature notes.

Literature annotating.

Biology revision.

Also, I apologise for my rather bad quality photos. Whenever I write these posts (or think about writing them) I always wish my camera was a little more sharp, or my skills a little more intuitive. It always quietly amazes me how study bloggers can manage to capture such beautiful shots.

But I suppose my own stumbling efforts do have their own unique flair; a sense of personal authenticity to them, that reflects the imperfect and the mundane, mirroring back the glamourless way life (and studying) so often plays out.

Well.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're productive this week!

[winterfollows]

@kxllerblond this is your fault

One half fucked up little meow meow (glamourless), one half sad YA fantasy love interest (glamoured)

picrew can be found here

[rollswraith]

independent & selective 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 "𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄" 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐗 𝐈𝐈𝐈 from 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝟒𝐀𝟐. written as an 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 with influences specifically from the novel and from the show. however, for the most part, the television adaptation doesn't exist in my world. You do not need to have any knowledge of either to write with me as relevant information is provided.

I write predominately post canon for the convenience of everyone and have facilitated Charlie's survival by my own OC, Veronica Moore ( @vacanpathy ) which may or may not become highly relevant as time goes on so it doesn't hurt to at least skim her docs for more context. Charlie is a villain, at best given his relatively good intentions, an anti-villain. He is extremely affable but he is not necessarily kind or good. My focus with him right now is to force him to look at himself without his self-delusion and escapism and ideally improve as a person but this likely will not make him any less evil, just a little less misogynistic. 

This character originates from horror so there will naturally be triggering and uncomfortable themes and topics on this blog, especially of note is likely csa and misogyny as they're relevant to his history, so please be aware of this. I try to be good on tagging things but I'm also not responsible for your choices on what you do/see. 

follows back from @mosiaks written by TRAIN ( they / them, 30s, est ).

𝐀 𝐒���𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: innocence lost, papa wolves, finding wonder, hate so deep it can never leave, good intentions are not enough, a different kind of vampire, what kind of father are you?, wish fulfilment, self delusion, loving so much you can't breathe, escapism, what keeps you alive makes you a monster, the cost of a dream, glamourless immortality, cruel to be kind, self-sabatoge, from nothing to nightmare, blood knights, saving the innocent from the world, forced adaptation, being the hero you wished you had, seeing yourself live long enough to become the villain

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[letras2wi]

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[eightducksinatrenchcoat]

On considering the benefits of bulimia:

I’m drunk at a wedding, but wouldn’t it be cleansing? So nice to release the tension, the abstract extra that overwhelms, the too much. The glamourless weight that prevents flight

[inopinion]

Shade Barrow has a sexual history the envy of most ill informed men. All his flash-in-the-pan encounters masked a deep yearning for more than a party girl. And yet, all the pretty things that flounced into and out of his bedroom we're looking for his time, his money, or both. Shade had money, though most he diligently saved, but he didn't have the kind of time women like them wanted, not until the off-season. But the two month girlfriend was a pattern that broke his heart again and again. He wanted a real girlfriend, but no one had been able to handle his nine months of intense commitment to other people.

His glamourless life was a weekend here, a jet to there, a PR day three countries over, and then searching for a gym everyday, sometime twice to trim off the bad snacks and occasional booze. And anyone that made it past the after party soon realized it was his one cheat a week. He couldn't even eat out. His meals arrived packaged and weighed and customized to where his team wanted him to be.

If only he could land a woman who knew racing, who understood his diet and exercise were just as much part of his job as the jets and the parties. If only he could meet one that wasn't his boss's gorgeous daughter, Diana Farley, lead tactician.

[antisocial-af]

Title: The Dangers of Petting a Cat

Chapter: 2/3

Square Filled: Traveling (For @shadowhunterbingo​)

Raiting: T

Wordcount: 844

No Major Archive Warnings

SFW, Attempt at Humor, Married Magnus & Alec Lightwood-Bane, Vacation, Grumpy Alec.

Summary:

The Lightwood-Bane's travels are disturbed by a cat collar alert.

Read on Ao3

Story:

Magnus admired the view as his still wet husband made his way to the small stand on the beach. He could’ve easily summoned them something to drink, but no one could fault Magnus for wanting to see Alec strutting around in only swimming trunks. 

They both had been planning this getaway for months now. Their positions had made it hard to travel nowadays. Still, Alexander had promised him that this whole week would just be the two of them, and he delivered. Magnus had been beyond thrilled when he had found out Alexander had enlisted Catarina’s and Ragnor’s help in locating a secluded beach.

Alexander had told him Catarina was the one who suggested the small beach they were. It looked like a loading dock filled with large shipping containers to anyone passing by or tourists without the sight. In reality, the beach was filled with glamourless Downworlders enjoying the weather, all hidden behind a strong combination of wards. 

“Here, they were out of the little umbrellas, though,” Alexander stated as he handed Magnus a tall glass. 

“No need to worry, darling,” Magnus winked and snapped his fingers, producing a small toothpick umbrella for his drink. “Join me?” 

Magnus was rewarded with a bright smile as his husband reclaimed his spot on the oversized beach chair. Magnus rested his head on Alec’s shoulder as he felt the other’s arms wrap around him. A noise escaped his lips as the Shadowhunter hungrily nipped at his neck. He praised his past self for putting up the extra privacy wards around them. They didn’t need to fuel the gossip around them more.

Just as the heat between the two began to build, Magnus felt a particular pull on his magic, drawing a part of his focus away. His delicately painted nails uncurled from where they had dug into the archer’s back, leaving fading crescents behind.  

“Sayang,” Magnus gently muttered, placing a hand between the two. 

“Is something wrong?” Alec questioned, releasing his grip slightly.

Magnus caressed the Shadowhunter’s cheek softly, placing a small kiss on Alec’s forehead. “Everything is fine with us, but I believe something has just set off the ward I’ve placed on Chairman Meow’s Collar.”  

“Isn’t Raphael watching him?” Alec reasoned with a pout. 

“Now, none of that, darling,” Magnus smiled, placing another kiss on Alec’s forehead. “I’m sure it was probably a false alarm, and a phone call will clear it all up.”

Magnus softly chuckled at his archer’s antics. He knew it was hard to get Alec to take a day off, but Magnus was also aware that his husband got even more grumpy if someone attempted to pull Magnus away from him on a day he was promised all of Magnus’ attention. He made a show of summoning his phone for Alec’s entertainment and awe. Magnus was confident that he could resolve the matter in minutes. 

At least he was till his phone calls kept getting sent to voicemail. The ward hadn’t pinged strong enough for it to warrant any panic, but Raphael’s neglect wasn’t helping Magnus believe that.

With each failed call, the dreams of returning to their well-earned vacation were slipping. Magnus knew Alec was not going to like the disturbance, but he would have to do a check-in.

“I don’t like that look,” Alec commented as he tried to burrow back into Magnus’ side. “It’s the I have to tell Alec something bad look.” 

“I can’t get anything past you, can I, darling?” Magnus complimented and kissed Alec’s cheek, hoping he could appease his husband enough to gain forgiveness. “I do have to go check on our son, though. Our oldest isn’t answering, and I’m afraid he roped Chairmain into something.” 

“I didn’t know cat sitting could be this troublesome,” Alec grumbled. “How long is it gonna take?” 

“I promise to be back before you finish your beer,” Magnus promised as he started to untangle himself from Alec’s grip. “I can even summon you something to read if you want.” 

“No, I’m a bit tired after our swim earlier, and I want to be awake for you when you get back,” Alec answered as he shifted and made himself comfortable in the spacious chair. “I’ll be here waiting, but don’t take too long.”

Magnus smiled and stretched out before snapping on some casual clothes and opening the portal into Chairman’s location. As he was about to step in, he felt a pull on his hand. 

“You’ll call me if you need me,” Alec stated in a non-negotiable way. 

“Don’t worry, your pretty little head off,” Magnus assured him and kissed Alec’s hand before stepping towards the portal. “If it is bad enough, I will come and get you, darling. Though it will take a lot to convince me into letting anyone see you like this.”

“Go see what the kids are up to,” Alec smiled and leaned back into the chair, relaxing. 

Magnus gave his husband one last look over before stepping into the portal with a sigh. 

Raphael better have a good reason for pausing his vacation. 

[etresroyaux-a]

Semi - Glamourless Caillen

↳ art credit goes to @iridescentpsychoart

[mikaisabottom]

FOR THE ANGST PROMPTS... 36 guremika???

36.) “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.”

au of some sort, sorry it took longer to get this one out, anon!

Mika frowned down at the bleeding man, who despite the jagged gash across his abdomen, grinned up at him. 

“Ah, so you do care.” Guren said, wincing as he tried to get up from the ground, one hand over his wound. Mika resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn’t, however, stop the relief that flooded his chest when Guren sat up completely. The man had taken a direct hit, and as experienced as he was, he still was only human. The man’s ego often forgot that minor detail. Without hesitation, Mika had intercepted another attack from the creature and had pulled Guren away from the battle before the man died glamourless death, certain that Yuu and the others would be fine without him. 

 “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.” Mika said, looking away from the blood that ran through Guren’s fingers. “Or, that I want you dead, for that matter.”  

“A touching thing to say, really.” Guren chuckled. 

Mika stiffened when he heard the sound of others approaching their hideout, hand going immediately to the hilt of his sword. The voices mingled in with the sound of footsteps alerted him to the fact that it was just the rest of the squad looking for them. 

He turned back to Guren, ready to help him stand. He stopped short when Guren’s bloodied hand met his line of sight. The man had it extended out toward him. 

“Want a taste?” The man wiggled his fingers, and Mika felt his fangs swell in interest. 

“I take back what I said earlier.” Mika said between clenched teeth, pulling his sword out and leveling it under Guren’s chin, the steel tip right at the man’s throat.

“Shall I have the honor of sending you to the afterlife?” Guren’s grin only broadened. 

“The honor would be mine.” Guren’s eyes bore into his, the intensity in them leaving Mika confused and intrigued. It was clear the man had a death wish, but he only shared this morbid point of curiosity with Mika. Perhaps, it was one of the few things they had in common, maybe the only thing.

Yuu’s distant shout of both of their names had Mika breaking eye contact, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he withdrew his sword. Yuu was the first to find them, frazzled but unharmed. The others joined shortly after, nervous chatter surrounding Guren’s injuries. The man waved off their concern, but allowed himself to be bandaged up. 

Mika watched from a distance, arms crossed. During the entire ordeal, Guren’s eyes never strayed too far from his. 

[certainwoman]

I am convinced we are on the brink of early / mid 00s revival. Not only are we economically close to another recession, imo the upcoming pop stars such as slayyter notably are bringing back the mcbling. And yeah for now it seems only the egirls and the gays are embracing it but the pop world has been a glamourless snoozefest for years, and im just waiting for the new low rise, shiny crop top wearing pop stars to emerge. And eyebrows will be thin again and the trashy erotics penetrated by the absolute cultural and economic devastation will be in style. Just wait, i have rarely been wrong about upcoming trends.