#if I had to choose one it would probably be CLS

[kainebell]

who is your Nia face claim 👄

tbh ive never found a Nia faceclaim that I really love 😭 one that I’ve seen floating around is Nyane (top) but I don’t see it. I’ve done some ~extensive research~ during my lunch break and two others that might work are Maya Michelle (middle) and Carmen Lee Solomons (bottom). They don’t look exactly like Nia either but I do get more of a Nia vibe from them than Nyane. Sometimes you gotta go based on vibes and not an actual resemblance 😔 sorry I don’t have a better answer but hope these are helpful!! 🫶

[chosok-amo]

. . . KAWAI, HENTAI, BOOBIESSS!

ME AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PLAYING DRESS-UP IN HOUSE, I GIVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND CUNNILINGUS IN MY COUCH!

shoko ieiri. it just happened that the girl hated satoru gojo so much that day, so she decided to give his girlfriend— you, a little fun, on her couch.

warning. cunnilingus, cheating, fingering, overstimulated, gxg, squirts, name-calling, pet names.

wc. 3,8k

𝜗𝜚. please don't judge me, it is my first time writing gxg and i'm trying my best to picturing it without overdoing it because i never experienced it. 🥹

in shoko’s cozy apartment, you and shoko were rummaging through her impressive wardrobe, trying to put together the perfect outfit for your date with satoru gojo, your lovely boyfriend. shoko’s playful mood had shifted into one of frustration as the conversation turned to satoru’s recent behavior.

“i just don’t get it,” shoko huffed, sorting through a pile of accessories with a frown. “why does he always have to be so late? It’s like he thinks time is a suggestion, not a rule.” you laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. “you know how he is. he’s probably just caught up in something.”

shoko’s irritation didn’t fade. “caught up in something or not, it’s still rude. you deserve someone who respects your time.” before you could respond, shoko’s phone buzzed. she glanced at the screen and rolled her eyes, “speak of the devil.”

you peered over her shoulder at the message from satoru, apologizing for being late and asking if he could still meet up. shoko’s face darkened with annoyance, “seriously?” she muttered, her voice laced with irritation, “he’s been late three times in a row now. i’m about ready to give him a piece of my mind.”

you placed a comforting hand on shoko’s shoulder, “he does mean well. maybe something came up unexpectedly. let’s give him the benefit of the doubt.”

shoko sighed, her anger slightly diffused by your support, “i guess. but if this happens again, i’m going to have to set him straight. it’s not just about being punctual; it’s about showing you that he values your time.”

you nodded in agreement, understanding where shoko was coming from. “i appreciate you looking out for me. let’s focus on getting me ready for the date.”

shoko’s demeanor softened as she focused on helping you choose the right outfit. her frustration didn’t fully disappear, but she channeled it into finding the perfect look that would impress satoru and show him that you were worth his time or she might steal you from him.

as you tried on various outfits, shoko offered advice with a mix of seriousness and subtle jabs aimed at satoru. “this outfit is great—perfect for making an impression. let’s just hope satoru shows up on time to see it.”

shoko eyes focusing on your cleavage— seems like she can't stop her eyes from looking at the peak of your breast. with a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, shoko quickly looks away from your chest, pretending to be interested in the clothes hanging in front of her. “umm... i think this one might work,” she says, holding up a dress with a deep v-neck that accentuates your curves nicely.

her gaze flickers back towards your chest, unable to resist another glance despite herself. “it really brings out your... figure,” she murmurs under her breath before quickly clearing her throat and attempting to refocus on the task at hand.

blushing even more intensely now, shoko stammers out an apology while avoiding eye contact. “i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare...” she busies herself with folding the rejected outfits neatly, hoping that by keeping her hands occupied she can distract herself from her wandering eyes.

but even as she tries to regain control of the situation, there's a noticeable shift in her demeanor— one that suggests she might not entirely regret looking at you like that. after all, what harm could come from admiring such beautiful curves?

“um... maybe we should try this one?” she asks tentatively, pulling out another dress that reveals even more of your cleavage than the previous one. “it's okay,” you smile at her kindly. you take off the dress without turning your back on her, now fully showing her your naked breasts. her eyes widen in shock as you suddenly strip down completely, exposing your bare breasts to her gaze. for a moment, she freezes, unsure of how to react.

then, almost against her will, her gaze drops to your nipples, which hardens slightly in the cool air of the room. a soft gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the sight of your pink, erect buds. slowly, shoko raises her eyes back up to meet yours, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even arousal flickering in their depths. she swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“i... um... wow,” she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. “you're so beautiful...” without thinking, she reaches out a trembling hand, hesitating only briefly before gently cupping one of your breasts. as her fingers make contact with your soft flesh, a shiver runs down shoko's spine. she squeezes your breast gently, marveling at its weight and suppleness.

“you feel amazing,” she whispers, her thumb brushing lightly over your nipple. the sensitive bud stiffens further under her touch, sending tingles throughout your body. unable to resist, shoko leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. slowly, teasingly, she darts out her tongue and gives your nipple a quick lick.

a moan slips past your lips at the sensation, encouraging shoko to continue her exploration. she kisses along the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened peak. meanwhile, her other hand drifts downwards, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before settling on your ass.

shoko brings her feet to slowly move behind you until your back touching her chest— one hand still not leaving your breast before her other hand joining. she squeeze your breast lightly, fingers flicking your nipples from time to time.

shoko wraps her arms around your torso, pressing her soft body firmly against your back. her ample bosom squishes against your shoulders, making you acutely aware of her every movement. feeling bold, shoko's hands roam freely over your exposed skin, occasionally dipping lower to caress your sides or hips. her fingers continue to tease and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

murmuring softly against your ear, shoko's hot breath sends shivers down your spine, “you have such a beautiful body... i want to explore every inch of it.” her words are punctuated by gentle bites along your neck and shoulder, each nip causing your heart to race faster.

shoko's hands begin to wander lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt to stroke the smooth skin of your thighs. her fingers dance closer to your pussy, teasing the edges of your underwear. “mmm, you're so wet already,” she purrs, her nose nuzzling the side of your neck as she inhales your scent deeply, “i can smell how much you want me.”

with a deft motion, shoko tugs your panties aside, exposing your slick folds to her eager touch. two fingers delve between them, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “let me make you feel good,” she coos, her voice dripping with desire, “i want to hear you moan my name."

encouraged by your moans, shoko intensifies her movements, rubbing your clit harder and faster. her fingers slip easily through your slick folds, exploring every nook and cranny of your heated pussy. “ohh, you're so tight,” she groans, thrusting two fingers inside you. the stretch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.

her other hand leaves your breast momentarily to join in the fun, sliding down to fondle your clit directly. the dual stimulation has you writhing against her, desperate for more, “please don't stop,” you beg breathlessly, “i need it.”

you throw your head back to her shoulder. hands gripping tightly on her arms as if your pleasure depends on it. your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure hugging your body. “oh, fuck. .” you moan into the air.

hearing your moans of pleasure, shoko becomes even more insatiable. her fingers pump in and out of you rhythmically, hitting spots that send shocks of delight surging through your entire being. her free hand snakes down to join the first, doubling the pleasure as both thumbs work relentlessly on your swollen clit. the dual assault has you bucking wildly against her, seeking friction where you can get it.

“that's it baby, let go,” she encourages, leaning down to whisper hotly in your ear, “come for me.” driven by your pleas and the intoxicating scent of your arousal, shoko redoubles her efforts. with each thrust of her fingers and rub of her thumbs, she brings you closer to the edge. with your raw moans, shoko's excitement grows exponentially. her fingers work you relentlessly, curling within you to hit that sweet spot deep inside.

“fuck yeah, just like that,” she growls, biting down gently on your earlobe, “let go for me.” the intensity of her touches drives you wild; her firm grasp on your arms is the perfect anchor amidst the storm of sensations coursing through your body.

suddenly, she adds a third finger, stretching you wider as she pumps them in and out rhythmically. simultaneously, she rubs your swollen clit mercilessly. “you're going to cum soon,” she predicts confidently, “and i want to be here when it happens.” the combination of her dirty talk and expert touches proves too much to bear. your inner walls clamp down around her invading fingers as an intense orgasm rips through you.

“yes! yes!” you cry out, shaking uncontrollably in her embrace. “don't stop!” shoko continues pumping her fingers vigorously, drawing out your climax until you collapse limply against her, spent and satisfied.

“that was incredible,” she praises, peppering your neck with soft kisses. “your pussy felt amazing squeezing my fingers like that.” gently withdrawing her hand, shoko brings her glistening digits to her mouth, sucking your juices off with a contented hum, “delicious.”

as your breathing slows, shoko tenderly strokes your flushed cheeks and neck, soothing away the remnants of your orgasmic high. her own arousal is palpable— evident in the way she presses herself against you, seeking friction where there wasn't any before.

“i want you,” she confesses quietly but urgently, “will you let me taste you?”

without waiting for a reply, shoko pushes you to the couch, gently landing your body on the soft material before dropping down onto her knees between your legs. her hands grip your hips firmly as she pulls you towards her awaiting mouth. once you're positioned to her liking, shoko leans in, dragging her tongue up the center of your slit in a long, slow lick. she savors the taste of your arousal, humming in approval at the flavor.

“mmm, even better than i imagined,” she murmurs against your sensitive flesh before diving back in for another lap, this time focusing on your throbbing clit. her tongue swirls around the bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. as she works you over, shoko's hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

“please let me make you cum again,” she pleads between licks, “i need to feel you lose control for me.” driven by her desperation to please you, shoko redoubles her efforts, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit while plunging two fingers deep inside your still-quivering pussy.

“oh god, you taste so fucking good,” she gasps, her own arousal leaking down her thigh as she loses herself in the act of worshipping your body, “i could do this all day.”

picking up speed, shoko fucks you with her fingers, curling them to hit that magic spot that makes your toes curl and back arch. at the same time, she increases the suction on your clit, sending you hurtling towards another explosive climax. “cum for me, baby,” she urges, her voice strained with lust, “fill my mouth with your juice.”

she doesn't seems willing to stop, still can't get enough of your taste on her tongue and heart. she looks up to you, seeing your fucked-face, eyes drop low and chest moving rigid, trying to catch your breath.

“do you ever squirt?” she ask, giving your clit a kitten lick. you didn't even get a chance to answer when you feel you leg shaking, “fuck!—” sometimes catch you breath as you arch your back and took a fistful of shoko's long brown hair. the action make the girl moan and groan on your clit.

at the sudden tangle of your fingers in her hair, shoko lets out a needy whimper, her own desire spiking at the dominant display. she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, panting softly as she continues to lap at your oversensitive clit.

“i've never seen you come undone like this,” she breathes, nuzzling her face into your heat, “it's so hot.” emboldened by your reaction, shoko begins to suckle more insistently on your clit, her tongue darting out to flick the hypersensitive bud. the sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core, making your already quivering thighs clench.

“squirt for me,” she urges, her voice a husky purr, “drench my face with your cum.” with each thrust of her fingers and lap of her tongue, shoko coaxes more and more moans from your lips until they merge into one long, drawn-out sigh. the sensation builds quickly, making your thighs quiver and your pussy clench tighter around her fingers.

“i think you might be close,” she whispers against your slick folds, “are you gonna give it to me?” feeling your impending orgasm approaching, shoko intensifies her efforts, doubling down on her relentless assault. her tongue darts and flicks mercilessly against your swollen clit, while her fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting every sweet spot.

“come on, baby,” she encourages, her voice muffled by your pussy. “let go. show me how much you love this.” with a final, desperate suck, shoko draws you over the edge. a loud moan tears itself from your throat as your entire body convulses in pleasure. “s-so good, mmh-mmm, fucking goo-oh!” your pussy squeezes tight around her fingers, pulsating rhythmically as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you.

caught in the throes of ecstasy, you barely register shoko's triumphant cry as she laps up every last drop of your sweet release. eager to savor every last drop, shoko laps up your juices with gusto, not stopping until your spasms subside. she then slowly rises, standing between your spread legs with a satisfied smirk on her lips.

“that was amazing,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that.” despite the mess, shoko makes no move to clean herself up. instead, she leans down and gives your thigh a gentle kiss, marking you as hers— more likely stealing you from gojo satoru.

“but i'm not done yet,” she teases, sliding her fingers out from within you and bringing them to her lips. “taste so fucking good, can't get enough of you baby,” with a sly grin, shoko brings her glistening fingers to your lips, holding them there expectantly. as you part your mouth to accept the intimate offering, she pushes them past your lips, letting you taste the essence of your own arousal mixed with her saliva.

“don't you agree it tastes divine?“ she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. “now open wide for me,” demanding that you taste what she had been enjoying moments ago. the tangy sweetness of your cum coats her fingertips, leaving a salty residue on your tongue.

once you comply, shoko slides her fingers into your mouth, gently probing your tongue with them. the dual stimulation sends a thrill through your body, leaving you weak and pliant beneath her. her other hand ventures downwards, tracing teasing circles along your inner thigh before dipping lower. this time, instead of plunging her fingers inside you, she focuses on your clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of her thumb. “you're so responsive,” she murmurs, watching your reactions closely. “do you want more?”

nodding your head like obedient dog, your eyes watering, “please. . . want more,” you beg her. shoko chuckle, “look at you acting like a little slut,” her lazy eyes never leaver yours. at the same times, her phone ringing and your boyfriend name pop up. gladly she accepted the call before putting her phone aside, purposely letting your boyfriend hear what a slut his girlfriend is and doesn't have any attention to let you know that your boyfriend is listening.

“you ask for it,” shoko sweetly said before pushing your tight upward, “now open your leg wider, baby,” she command and you happily follow. she land your thigh on her shoulder. lean down to spitting on your pussy and a soft moan left your glisten lips. you don't realize how your boyfriend listening on the other side.

a sound of shoko's hand slapping your overstimulated pussy echoes follow by your moan. “oh fuck!” gojo hear your whimpering voice. as soon as you utter those words, shoko's eyes light up with mischief. she grins wickedly, clearly relishing the power she holds over you in this moment.

“look at you, begging like a bitch in heat,” she taunts playfully, her fingers trailing along your slit. “i bet you'd let anyone touch this greedy little cunt, wouldn't you?” shoko punctuates her question with a sharp slap to your sensitive mound, eliciting a yelp from your lips. before you can recover, she pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you nearly in half and exposing your dripping hole completely. her voice dripping with lust, “i'm going to feast on this pretty pussy until you scream.”

as shoko's palm connects with your sensitive flesh, another sharp slap resounds through the room, followed by your high-pitched whine. her eyes light up with sadistic glee at the thought of gojo listening in on their depraved activities. shoko dives in, burying her face between your thighs. her tongue delves deep into your folds, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon. she sucked hard on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.

“oh fuck, fuck— ahh!” gojo hears your muffled cries as shoko devours you whole, “yes, just like that!” the sounds of shoko's slurping and your moans fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that gojo cannot tear himself away from. he listens intently, his cock twitching in anticipation as he imagines shoko's skilled mouth on him next.

shoko pulls back momentarily, her lips shiny with your juices. she looks up at you with a hungry gaze, her eyes dark with lust, “i want to make you cum again.”

“please— fuck, please don't stop,” you begging.

shoko smirks at your desperate pleas, knowing full well the power she wields over you at this moment. she returns to feasting on your pussy with renewed vigor, her tongue darting in and out of your clenching folds. “such a good little slut for me,” she purrs, the vibrations of her words sending tremors through your core, “i'm going to milk this cunt dry.”

with that promise, shoko redoubles her efforts, sucking harder on your throbbing clit while thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep into your slick channel. she curls them just right, stroking that magic spot inside you that makes your vision blur and toes curl. “fuck, yes! right there! faster. . .” gojo hears you scream, your voice hoarse from pleasure. “i-i— don't stop, please!” shoko continues to ravage your pussy with unrelenting intensity, her fingers pumping in and out of you as her tongue working overtime on your clit. she can feel your walls starting to flutter around her digits, signaling your impending orgasm.

“that's it, cum for me,” she growls against your soaked flesh, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. with a final, brutal suck on your clit, shoko sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses, a high-pitched wail escaping your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

“oh my god, oh fuck— yes, yes. . .” gojo hears your voice rise to a fever pitch, your words barely coherent as your orgasm rips through you. shoko laps up your release greedily, milking you for every last drop. as your climax subsides, shoko slowly withdraws her fingers from your spent channel, bringing them to her lips to clean off the evidence of your pleasure. she savors the taste of your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“you are even sweeter after i make you cum three times,” she murmurs, her eyes glinting with mischief, “so fucking good.” shoko rises to her feet, towering over you in a dominant pose. she reachdown to help you sit up, her touch gentle but firm. “now, let's get you cleaned up and presentable,” she says, her tone taking on a playful edge, “we can't have you looking like a mess when gojo gets here, now can we?”

with that, shoko grabs a washcloth and begins wiping away the remnants of your passion, her touch both soothing and intimate. she took her phone that lying flat on the floor before pressing the electronic against her ear, smiling as she looks down at you.

“satoru..” she sang happily, “i hope you don't mind me having a little fun with your girlfriend,” her voice dripping with mocking even though soft smile kissing her as she looks at you, “that's what you get for fucking pissing me off.” satoru's angry voice comes through the speaker, causing shoko to giggle softly. she runs a hand through your hair, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she continues the call.

“satoru, darling, don't be so dramatic,” she coos, her tone sugary sweet despite the mischievous glint in her eye. “i was just giving your precious girlfriend a little attention. after all, you've been neglecting her lately,” shoko leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “besides, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. maybe you should take some pointers from me on how to satisfy a woman properly.”

satoru growls in response, but shoko merely laughs, unconcerned by his anger. “oh, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't,” shoko ends the call, tossing her phone aside with a nonchalant flick of her wrist. she turns her attention back to you, a devilish grin spreading across her features.

“well, that was entertaining,” she muses aloud, running her fingers down your side in a teasing manner. “but enough about satoru. let's focus on making sure you're ready for him.” shoko helps you to your feet, steadying you as your legs wobble beneath you. she leads you to the bathroom, where she begins running a warm bath.

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: daemon targaryen x royce!reader

summary: after an unexpected invitation to a wedding on the north, y/n royce teams up with her unbearable ex-husband, prince daemon targaryen, on a journey that leads us to Winterfell, where they plan to stop their daughter from marrying cregan stark.

author's note: this short series (it will probably be a trilogy) is based off the movie "ticket to paradise" (yes the one with george clooney and julia roberts)

warnings: enemies to lovers, short haired daemon, y/n and daemon hate each other and will probably remind you of your divorced parents. daenys is 18 and i don't remember how old is cregan sorry :)

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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You thought that years after your daughter became a woman, parenting wouldn't be a problem in your life anymore. You were wrong. As your eyes read the letter in your hand, over and over again, your mind screamed: This is all his fault!!! And of course you knew it wasn't directly his fault, after all, your ex-husband resided at King's Landing, and probably by now he'd be reading the letter, same as you, after receiving this dreadful news. Your sweet young daughter has just got engaged to Cregan Stark.

Daemon's nostrils dilated in anger. Two weeks ago, Viserys had asked him to visit Winterfell and make presence at Cregan's takeover ceremony, as he just became the new Lord of Winterfell. The Prince was ready to do so, but his precious Daenys asked him to go on her father and uncle's behalf. Now, Daemon would take the blame as he knew it was, in fact, his fault.

As the The Rogue Prince went over the words written on the paper, he could already feel your future judgmental gaze burning him alive. He had thrown his daughter to the wolves, and she thought she was prepared to lead the pack. She asked to go and he let her. Now, he was invited to a wedding at The North.

This wouldn't be happening if she lived in The Vale with you. But no, she had to choose daddy. She would always choose daddy. The Vale didn't had a dragonpit, The Vale didn't had her silver-haired family, The Vale didn't had anything but cows and sheeps and grass. But The Vale had you, and sometimes Daenys would stay for a few weeks with you, even if that meant that her dragon would be flying around Runestone and scaring the villagers.

You had received a raven from Daemon, inviting you to King's Landing so he could escort you to Winterfell on dragonback. Though you preferred the more traditional method of traveling on horseback, you accepted.

The capitol greeted you with its usual oppressive heat and unpleasant smells. It was as you remembered it: hot, congested, and overwhelmingly unpleasant. The last time you had been here was for Rhaenyra's engagement, which had turned into a wedding—and a funeral. The bitterness of that memory lingered.

The court's reception of you was as cold as the city was warm. You were an outsider—no Targaryen lineage, no purple eyes, and no place in the intricate web of court politics. Queen Alicent, though not a Targaryen herself, had embraced the court's customs, which had twisted her children into incestuous little monsters. And as for the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's disdain for you was palpable, perhaps fueled by her own obsession with Daemon. The rest of the court's members paid little heed to your presence.

Your carriage delivered you to the Dragonpit, where Daemon was preoccupied with Caraxes, his dragon. The beast’s excitement was evident in its whistling and the way it eagerly twisted its neck to catch sight of you.

Daemon's scowl was familiar as he wrestled with Caraxes. “I wondered if you’d actually come,” he grumbled, his voice a mix of irritation and begrudging relief.

“You knew I had no choice, someone had to come fix up your mess." You shrugged, getting closer to pet the animal.

"My mess!? I don't remember telling Daenys to marry Cregan fucking Stark!" The Rogue Prince scoffed, his voice sounding a little high pitched, "I gave her a task, It's not my fault she has done something completely different."

You hissed at his audacious condescension, "You gave her your task, your responsibility. It's your fault Daemon, as everything is always your fault."

The Rogue Prince frowned as he hopped on his dragon's back, "What's that supposed to mean?"

You chose to ignore him, but accepted his help to get on top of Caraxes' back.

It took eight agonizing hours upon the skies on way to Winterfell, and you could only imagine how many Stark babies your daughter had made by now. It was quite silent upon the clouds, and you could feel the cold air of The North starting to freeze your bones. You wondered if Daenys had adapted herself to the cold already. As always, all your thoughts were on your daughter.

A soft, almost comical tune drifted over as Daemon hummed in High Valyrian while steering the dragon. You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"What’s so amusing now?" Daemon asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Just thinking about how we're going to stop her from marrying the North’s icy prince," you replied with a sigh.

Daemon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "We should act like we're totally onboard with this. I'll get Cregan to admit he's marrying her just to get his hands on political power, and you, with your talent for manipulation, can work your magic on her."

You shot him a sharp look. "Oh, right. Because your idea of ‘support’ is turning into a two-faced schemer, and my ‘magic’ is just being a professional puppet master. Perfect."

Daemon chuckled at your response, his gaze fixed on the icy expanse below. "It’s not a matter of ‘manipulating’ her, it’s about protecting her. If this marriage goes south, it’s not just her future at risk—it’s the stability of my entire line."

“Stability? You’ve always cared more about your pride and dragons than anything else,” you retorted, shivering slightly as the cold air intensified.

“Pride and dragons have their place, but you underestimate my concern for Daenys,” Daemon said, his voice softening. “She’s my daughter too. If this marriage is a political maneuver or a trap, I need to know. And unfortunately I need your help to do that.”

The snow-covered landscape of Winterfell was becoming clearer as Caraxes descended. You glanced at Daemon, seeing a flicker of genuine worry in his eyes. For a moment, the old animosity between you seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared concern for your daughter.

As Caraxes touched down in the snow-covered grounds of Winterfell, the stark chill of the North bit through your layers. Daemon’s expression was a mix of determination and frustration, and you couldn’t help but notice how the grandeur of Winterfell seemed to dwarf the fiery presence of his dragon.

You and Daemon dismounted swiftly, the crunch of snow beneath your boots echoing in the silent, frigid air. The imposing structure of Winterfell loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the warmth and opulence of King's Landing.

“The Starks will be expecting us,” Daemon said tersely, his gaze scanning the frosty landscape. “We need to play our parts carefully.”

You nodded, still bristling from the cold and the tension between you two. “I’ll do my best. But if this whole affair is some kind of power grab or an elaborate ploy against us, I want to make sure Daenys is safe.”

Daemon’s expression softened again, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. “We’ll find out soon enough. For now, let’s just hope this is a union built on more than just politics.”

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, the grandeur of the ancient castle was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The guards let you pass with minimal fuss, their cold eyes assessing you and Daemon with practiced neutrality. The hallways of Winterfell were lined with Stark banners, and the warmth from the hearths provided a small relief from the biting cold outside.

You were soon ushered into a grand hall where Cregan Stark awaited. His presence was as formidable as his reputation, with an aura of quiet strength that seemed to fill the room. Beside him was Daenys, looking regal but noticeably tense, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of relief and apprehension.

“Mother, Father,” Daenys greeted, her voice steady despite the situation. “I’m glad you’ve arrived safely.”

You offered her a warm but concerned smile, taking in her attire and the unmistakable signs of stress on her face. "Daenys, dear. You look… well. But we need to talk."

Cregan stepped forward, his expression courteous but his eyes sharp. "Welcome to Winterfell. I trust the journey was not too arduous?"

Daemon gave a curt nod, his eyes fixed on Cregan. “It was long, but we’ve managed. I hope the arrangements for the wedding are proceeding as planned?”

Cregan’s expression remained neutral. “Indeed. We’ve made all necessary preparations. I’m eager to discuss the future and the alliance this marriage represents.”

As the conversation continued, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a complex and possibly perilous chapter. You knew you’d have to navigate not only the intricacies of court politics but also the fraught emotions of a father who was clearly worried about his daughter’s well-being.

The banquet that followed was a display of Northern hospitality, but your mind was elsewhere, focusing on how to ensure Daenys’s future was secure. As the evening wore on, you planned your next steps carefully, knowing that every word and action would impact the delicate balance of relationships that had already been strained.

As you finally retired to your quarters for the night, you and Daemon shared a moment of silence. The weight of the situation was palpable, and while the old arguments and grievances were still there, a shared purpose had emerged. Protecting Daenys was now the priority, and perhaps, in this endeavor, you and Daemon could find some common ground, if only for a little while.

In the stillness of the night, you lay in the unfamiliar bed of Winterfell, the grandeur of the castle doing little to soothe your growing unease. The banquet had been a parade of forced smiles and veiled threats, and the cold seemed to seep through your bones with each passing moment.

A knock at your door broke the silence, and you opened it to find Daemon, his face lit by the flickering torchlight. His usually stern demeanor was tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Thought I'd find you awake," Daemon said, stepping inside, uninvited "We need to be extra cautious. Cregan Stark is shrewd, and there’s more to this marriage than meets the eye."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Is that so? Because it sounds like you’re just now realizing what kind of game the Starks are playing. Should I prepare myself for a lecture on how wolves hunt in packs?"

Daemon scowled, clearly irritated. "I don't need you to remind me. What I need is to figure out if this alliance is a genuine union or a clever trap."

You snorted, leaning against the wall. "And you think I’m here for the fun of it? We need to be careful, Daemon. You can’t just stomp around like a bull in a wolf’s den and expect to come out unscathed."

Daemon’s eyes flashed with irritation. "I’m not planning on stomping around. I’m suggesting we handle this with some subtlety. Unlike some people who seem to think they can charm their way through every situation."

You gave him a sharp look. "Oh, don’t start with the high-handed approach. We both know you’re just as likely to spark a conflict as you are to prevent one. If you want to be useful, maybe try blending in with the Northerners instead of prancing around like a dragon amongst wolves."

He narrowed his eyes. "And maybe you could stop pretending you have all the answers and start cooperating for once. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you pushed away from the wall. "Fine. Let’s agree to not kill each other while we’re here. But remember, Daemon, while you’re plotting your next move, I’ll be the one trying to keep the peace and avoid any unnecessary skirmishes."

Daemon’s expression softened just a fraction. "Agreed. I’ll focus on not antagonizing everyone, if you focus on not making me look like a fool."

As he turned to leave, you caught his arm, a smile playing on your lips. "If this goes south, I expect a full report on how you are to blame."

He shot you a sardonic smile. "I’ll make sure to include a chapter on your unmatched ability to defuse a crisis."

With that, he left, and you returned to the window, staring out at the snow-covered grounds. The chill of Winterfell seemed to amplify the tensions between you, but perhaps, with a bit of wit and a lot of careful maneuvering, you could unravel the true nature of this alliance and ensure Daenys's future wasn't just a pawn in a Stark game.

chapter two: icy flames

[eversincevenus]

THE PROPOSAL- CL¹⁶

Summary: Headcanons about Charles asking reader to marry him.

Warnings: I mention starting a family once. Gif and divider are not mine.

Masterlist

▪︎ Since Charles meet you he knew that he wanted to marry you.

▪︎ It was so hard for him to wait until a acceptable time to ask you.

▪︎ he would probably ask you to marry him 2-3 years into dating you (even tougth i don't think he could wait as long as 3 years)

▪︎ Would definitely bring his mom with him so she can help with the design.

▪︎ He would choose, I mean, work closely with a jewler designer to create the perfect ring for you.

▪︎ He would probably ask when you two are traveling to some beautiful place and you two are alone.

▪︎ He planed every little detail and during the travel the nerves were eating him alive.

▪︎ You definitely realized that he was acting a little weird. (Wich made you nervous because it didn't crossed your mind that he was gonna ask you to marry him).

▪︎ So when you tougth that you were going only to just one more adventure, just like the others that you and him had done before, he comes and surprise you.

▪︎ When you are least waiting he drops in one knee.

▪︎ And he also got a speech, but it's not the one he prepared because he got too nervous and forgot everything that he spent months writing.

▪︎ You guys announced to the public a couple weeks later.

▪︎ Everyone goes crazy at that, even tougth they were already waiting because Charles couldn't hide how in love he was with you.

▪︎ He would mention at all the opportunities he got that he was crazy to marry and you and start a family.

[phroobin]

Yeah ya know a master post would be helpful if it wasn’t too much trouble for you sir. :3

Siffrin Cosplay Master Post

Before I start, here's a disclaimer: this is just what I did. I'm one singular cosplayer out of many and I am by no means an expert, nor are my methods the only way to cosplay Siffrin. I've seen so many other incredible interpretations, and they're all equally valid and cool, and you should seek advice from them, too!!! This master post is simply to help others if they need any advice, because I do get these questions a lot and people have asked for this master post!

✧ Hat and Cloak

I made both of these myself, so they're not bought from anywhere but I'm certain you can find someone who could make them on etsy! If you're wanting to attempt these yourself, I followed this tutorial for the hat and this tutorial for the cape and used a sewing machine to save myself from hand stitching everything.

I used this fabric in the colour ivory for both the hat and the cloak so that they match, and I chose it because it's a pretty heavy fabric so it hangs really nicely. If you're not based in the UK I've been told this link doesn't work so the fabric I used is 80% Polyester 18% Viscose 2% Elastane (though if you can't find this exact combination, something with similar makeup should do fine) and I believe it's called Softcoat Fabric. It does fray quite a lot so you probably want to get some fray check, or do a rolled hem to contain it! I went with the former option, as I didn't really fancy trying to do a rolled hem on a curve.

If you choose to use this fabric for a matching hat too, you'll need a decent amount of heavyweight iron on interfacing. The brim took 4 layers of it, and the cone shaped part took two so just be aware of that.

✧ The wig

My Siffrin wig is a combination of a couple of wigs that are sewn together to create his signature hairstyle.

I'm based in the UK and swear by a company called Coscraft, who are the company I bought my two wigs from. I chose their Super Maru wig (the curl patterns were what I was looking for for that messy look!) in both titanium blonde and natural black, and had to cut wefts out of the back parts of both wigs. Once that was done, then sewed the harvested black wig wefts into the back of white wig using a curved needle and a wig head. I then also glued, cut, and styled some longer wefts (one on each side) in the same titanium blonde colour into the front of my Sif wig to be their longer front pieces.

Essentially for something like Sif's hair where it's two toned, it's unlikely you'll be able to find a wig that's made with both colours so you sort of have to DIY the hell out of it! If you're looking for an easier method, you could always look at using synthetic dye on the under part of the white wig, or I believe I've seen some cosplayers in the past use sharpies to colour wig fibres.

Additionally, to style the bangs, I used this method to give texture and staying power before hairspraying everything into place with Got2B Glued Freezing Blast. At the very ends of the spikes, I used a little Uhu glue to keep the strands together.

✧ The eyepatch

Honestly folks, this one was just an amazon purchase. You just need to search for a black eyepatch, but my exact one was this one. At some point, I'll be sewing myself a new one because mine is slightly too big for my face and rides up a little bit but when I do that I'll link to a guide.

✧ Other clothing

I already owned the majority of this outfit, so no real recommendations. My black shirt is a long sleeved tee from Uniqlo. The exact one is actually a thermal shirt because it's the only one I own but I WILL be getting a light weight one so I don't sweat to death. My trousers are just black denim skinny jeans because I see Siffrin as having tiny little stick leggies and my boots (again, already owned - they're these shoes, in black) work best with them because they kinda blend together.

✧ The pins

I spent a LONG time looking for Siffrin's cloak pins. I was searching for oversized safety pins and realised quite quickly that the size wasn't right, and neither was the shape. I'm not going to tell you exactly which pins I bought because I spent a long, long time trying to find ones that looked like Siffrin's and I kinda like having this one thing that is maybe unique to my cosplay.

That said, I do have some advice!! Look for kilt pins!! They're large and heavy duty, and come in different styles! Finding this type of pin had a name was an absolute godsend, so hopefully this helps y'all find something similar!

✧ Additional things

I couldn't find a knife. I'm gonna have to eventually get someone to sculpt and 3D print one for me. If anyone in the ISAT fandom has these skills, hit me up. Same goes for a silver coin!!

I also have a little thigh holster bag (in tobacco brown) that I use when cosplaying Siffrin to keep props/my glasses/wallet etc in. It attaches to my belt (something I also wear when cosplaying Sif, as well as in regular life) and the thigh holster bag was originally bought for a motorbike journey I took with a friend, but it gives off a rogue vibe and I really like it as an additional, but not essential, part of my cosplay! I also actually use it a lot for my Astarion cosplay for the same reasons!

Anyway, I think that's everything. If you have any other questions, drop me an ask or comment here. Good luck, cosplayers!

[oneshotnewbie]

Can I request Spencer Hastings x Reader where A actually made Spencer hurt someone while being at the dollhouse where she is covered in blood and it's Reader? At the hospital Aria sees that Reader gets stitched up because she is having a deep cut from a knife and tells the other when she goes to Spencer's room? Spencer is all worried because you changed since then and are all quite and not that bubbly she used to know you and she also knows that A took all the anger out of Reader and she had to take the most shit because A thinks that Reader is the weakest member of the girls squad? At home Reader doesn't want to talk to Spencer or the girls at all until Spencer is all messed up on her door and crying her eyes out because she remembers what happens? Angst and fluff please???!

⚠️Trigger warning! ⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of kidnapping, blood, stabbing/cutting wounds. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Two months. Your friends and you had struggled to survive for two whole months.

A had played games with you, tortured, despised and treated you as puppets. Asking so much mentally that you all didn't even know what you should feel after your, almost failed, escape. At least not you.

You didn't know how you could ever be around your best friends again after A urged you to shock them, choose who was next to play his sick game and who wasn't allowed to get water for the next few days. But apparently they had taken out their desperation on you too; you didn't get anything to drink or eat for days. A even managed to bring Spencer to hurt you.

And now you were out of the underground hell and had no idea what to do next and how you should behave towards Spencer. She apparently had no idea about the night when you woke up on her bedroom floor, your best friend attacking you like a fury and hurting you; A had probably put her on some kind of drug.

But you escaped the chaos thanks to Alison and were now in the hospital for observation according to the circumstances and the lack of nutrients. Mentally you had suffered a lot and it was not easy for all of you to return to a regular life but you knew that somehow, the girls would get through it.

While the others had probably gathered to talk about what had happened, you were bound to your bed and frankly you were glad for it. Standing across from Spencer would be too uncomfortable for you at the moment.

You looked at the ceiling with your lackluster eyes while you gave the doctor the time to sew up the last few inches of your abdominal wound, not really listening to him or the words that came out of his mouth- Your thoughts completely wandering off.

They were repeatedly disturbed by a gentle drop of the liquid flowing to your vein and it was unbearable for you to hear this noise, it brought you back to the place where you didn't hear anything else except the ticking clock in your supposedly own room.

With a violent pull, the door to your room opened with a loud squeak and you jumped up before you let yourself fall back onto the couch with a wrinkled nose, a pained face and tightly closed eyes.

"I´m sorry. I did not know-eh." the short brunette stuttered as she stood in the doorway and looked at you in shock. Staring eyes and an open mouth embraced the long cut on your stomach, which stretched sideways to your navel.

A little embarrassed, you pulled the piece of cloth you were wearing over the doctor´s hands to uselessly hide the cut - she´d already seen it anyway. The old man in front of you stopped in his movements and put the instruments he had a hold of in his hands aside before turning to Aria. "I am asking you to leave. We´re in the middle of a treatment."

She nodded quickly apologized before she took a few steps back, still confused without further speaking, and the door clicked shut with a soft click.

You actually intended to keep it a secret from your friends, but you knew that as soon as Aria entered the other girls room, she would tell them what she had seen and you had no chance to talk your way out of it.

And then the whole truth would come out.

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Confused by the imagine she had of her best friend and the huge gap on her abdomen a few seconds ago, the little brunette walked quickly down the hospital corridor to get to Spencer´s room where they all wanted to meet up.

She had not learned anything from just now and threw herself against the heavy door to open it, also without knocking first, and now stood in the entrance of the bare room. Three tired and lost pairs of eyes settled on her and surveyed the enraged statue, which stood in front of them with a wide open mouth.

Completely isolated in her thoughts, Aria sat down on one of the chairs that Emily had already placed in front of Spencer´s bed and fumbled around with her fingers. She bit her lip bloody from sheer worry and not knowing when the deep and long cut on your stomach was made and who was responsible for it, but one thing was clear; if she found out who A was, she would kill him for the pain that person had caused you and the others.

"Earth to Aria.. are you okay?" Hanna tore her out of her thoughts and gently nudged the smallest of the pack. Now Spencer and Emily, who were talking wildly earlier, had stopped and looked eagerly at the brunette. "Yes.. no. I´m okay but Y/n is not."

"What about her? Have you seen her?" Spencer abruptly intervened in the conversation, sitting up from her laying position. Her voice had lost it´s tone, was hoarse and low, even though she had just sounded perfectly normal not too long ago. "What happened?"

"I went to check on her because I was worried and then I saw how she was being treated." Aria quietly informed her friends as she cleared her throat and started playing with her fingernails. "She has a huge cut on her stomach. Something happened to her down there and she has not told us anything."

Shocked looks turned to the youngest of the group and she pushed back in the chair. Crossing her legs and arms, Aria looked back and forth between the girls and caught on to Spencer. She could clearly see the brunettes pulse in the main artery of her neck, the trembling of her dilated pupils surrounded by nervousness.

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The situation between Spencer and you lay like a stone on the brunettes heart. Through therapy sessions with Sullivan, she had managed to partially bring her memories back to the fore.

The person she did this to was still fuzzy but it must have been you; the wound Aria had told her about matching where the blade in her hand pierced through the body beneath her. She had felt it was you. Of that she was sure.

But you remained silent about this situation as if this event had not happened in your reality. A week had passed in which you were discharged from the hospital with a whole medicine cabinet. Since then, you had been holed up in your room at your family home with no communication to Spencer.

Calls and messages flooded your phone, even literally exploding it with requests about getting in touch with her; at least let her know how you are doing. But she never got a single answer and your chat remained empty from your side.

The paths to your front door were softly lit as she walked through them. Flares were placed to the right and left of the pacing stone and illuminated the entire flower-planet front yard. The sprinkler system whirred next to her as she took one step after the other.

On the way here, she had given herself a motivational speech, but it disappeared with ever step she took.

Reaching the mahogany-like doors, she stood motionless and still on the patio. Her heart raced as she exhaled shakily and began pounding on them. It was a cooler evening, one of the firsts when she thought about it, and it had been too cold to wear a loose shirt. Spencer would have preferred a sweater, but that was of secondary importance.

As she waited, her mind filled with a bitter emptiness. She was terrified of a confrontation with you, but it would help her understand how you were feeling and how she could make amends. If anything. The brunette wanted to be pragmatic- the most efficient way to get a satisfactory answer.

Slow footsteps sounded on the other side of the door and she thumped heavily when she heard your faint voice in the distance. She huffed and ran a hand over her long brown hair before the door opened abruptly, revealing your pale and tired features under the hood of your white hoodie.

"Y/n.." she spoke cautiously and did not dare to look at you any further. She could see the pain you were in and Spencer felt even more guilty than before. She cleared her throat, nervously pulling her hands to strap of her bag that slung over her shoulder. "Before you slam the door in my face, listen to me. Please,"

You remained silent, disbelieving who you had in front of you.

Spencer could judge by your body language that you were more than just uncomfortable. All muscles tensed in your thighs through the dark blue ripped jeans you were wearing, your hands were tucked deep in the kangaroo pocket of your hoodie and yet she could tell you were fiddling with your fingernails nervously.

Without saying a word, you moved to the side and let her into the house. As she passed thankfully with pleading eyes, she breathed in deeply the floral perfume you were wearing. Spencer missed your closeness and your warmth towards her so much that she clung to every breadcrumb that was given to her in that moment.

"Are you home alone?" she asked in irritation as she was enveloped in the silence of the walls and saw only the flickering TV in the living room. You nodded firmly, your hands mostly tucked into your sleeves and positioned in front of your body. "My parents flew to Paris"

"And left you alone after you went through hell?!"

"What do you want, Spencer?" you shouted angrily and turned your head to her with a rigid expression. Your sudden explosion let her loosen from her rigidity before she stared at you with wide eyes and you thought you saw fear flicker in her eyes for a brief moment. "I do not think you came here to judge my parents."

The mood was strange. Cold, distant and restless. The unspoken swelled between the two of you. Sadness and fear burned in your chest while your best friend had a tiny spark of hope that she was trying to weave into normal conversation.

Motionless, the addressed person sat in front of you, looked deep into your pain-piercing eyes while tears stung hers. Spencer's heart was pounding deep in her chest and it had probably reached it´s highest point now. It pounded in her head, throat, abdomen and paralyzed her. It was indescribable.

The brunette swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She rested her elbows on the marble area and buried her head in her hands before rubbing across her nose. Very sheepishly with a shaky voice, she continued. "I know what I did. I remember."

Beside her you gasped and bit your lip, she could not quite identify the emotion she saw in your eyes. Where before there had been a coldness and severity, she now found something else. "W-what?" you said cautiously in a cracked voice.

Spencer kept shifting nervously on the bar stool, her hands alternately clawing at her pants, the counter in front of her or the disappeared back to the shoulder bag. "Just go now, Spencer. Please-I," you spoke suddenly, breaking her train of thought.

You ran a hand through your tousled hair nervously. "Y/n," she cut you off sharpy and your chest tightened. You found it difficult to breathe.

Spencer took another breath, ready to either explain or,what you thought was, more likely an apology. But she did not get around to it; you continued in a loud raging voice. "Do you actually know what I had to go through when you fucking came at me like a madman?"

You practically yelled at her, your voice already hoarse. You saw in your veil of tears how the older one flinched and her shoulders wandered to her ears. Nevertheless, she did not break her deep gaze, but got caught in your teary eyes. They had darkened. "Or how it felt to look into my best friend´s eyes, begging her not to do it while the knife was already penetrating my skin?"

The brunette felt like she was a little kid again. When she smashed the window with the hockey ball and was getting the lecture of the century from her parents. However, she would not end up in your comforting arms after she shed the first tears. You would not reassuringly run your fingers through her hair or insist that it was just glass and could easily be replaced.

No, this situation went much deeper.

Spencer opened her mouth that suddenly dried out. Tears streamed down her face in unison with yours and she let her eyes roam over you again. "I am so sorry.." she could not pronounce it, her throat tightening with every word. "I could never hurt you. A did something to me and that monster was not me. It is not me. I love you."

The leadership she took at the moment, trying to explain her actions, distracted from your troubled insides. You could not completely turn off your heart and the thoughts of the past hours and days.

Still, you knew her words were serious and she was genuinely sorry. It broke your heart to see her so upset. She too was under the influence of drugs that A had given her to commit the crime. You exhaled loudly and just looked at her, could not keep your mind from racing.

Slowly, you circled the counter and stepped carefully to her side. Your fingertips gently touched her cold, trembling and bare forearm. Spencer reacted to the touch she thought was impossible immediately and looked at you. A positive feeling flowed through her and she laid her head at the level of your belly button. You flinched at the pain, but swallowed it to keep her close.

You cupped her sticky, sweaty fingers and intertwined them with yours. Indescribable affection went through the brunette and she drew herself closer to the person who understood her so well. Who went through this hard time with her and who would master recovery together.

Relief flowed through the eldest, you could see it in her face which showed the corners of her mouth far raised. She knew that she still had a rough road with you ahead and that she had to help you to trust her completely again. Above all, you needed someone to overcome the nightmare and the anxiety.

But most of the ballast had fallen off her. A decisive step in the right direction.

[celaenaeiln]

ive been enjoying so many metas that youve written for the past few days about bruce & dick’s dynamic (thank you anons for sending them to cl and thank you for answering them cl 🙏) but i think we need yo balance the tip: lets talk about how important bruce is to dick, and how bruce is a ‘specter’ a ghost a shadow that is ever present in every other dick’s relationships (newest case in point: wftt #5 issue; went as far as dick’s shadow being drawn as batman)

Thank you and thank you anons 💞

Let's!

At first I was like, I got this! But then I was so used to Bruce showing how much he needs Dick, that I completely blanked on remembering Dick showing how much he needs Bruce!

World's Finest: Teen Titans Issue #5

Bruce quite literally haunts Dick. His presence is felt in everything Dick does and the Titans in particular get pissed off by it because they want Dick's undivided attention and loyalty to them. I love how it's Roy again in this comic that brings about Bruce because it's always Roy's biggest contention with Dick. It's like a staple in their relationship for them to fight about how much of an influence Bruce has over Dick.

One of the clearest examples and why the Titans hate Bruce so much is because Dick would do anything for Bruce.

Batman (1940) Issue #500

He says it again too

Batman and Robin (2011) Issue #34

Dick hates being Batman, but for Bruce? Anything. Anything for him.

What I value most about Dick and Bruce is their unconditional loyalty to each other. Whatever crisis Bruce is going through, Dick right there by his side with a hand on his shoulder.

Batman (2016) Issue #54

Nothing makes me cry except their love for each other.

"Bruce, man. It's cool. I know you're fine. Just know I'm here if you don't want to be fine."

Dick will get down on his hands and knees and throw everything he hates away if it makes Bruce feel happy. Between the two of them, it's a kind of religious devotion the way they feel.

The way Dick feels about Bruce carries over into all his relationships. The Titans are obvious because their dislike of Bruce and Dick's relationship is in every Titans comic, but it affects Dick's relationship with the Justice League and the batfamily too.

When the Justice League and Batman fight and they separate, the JL (John and Ollie) go to Dick to ask him to be on their side but Dick chooses neutrality. However Dick drops by the Batcave later to let Bruce know because that's how much bruce means to him.

When Bruce is deemed a killer but it turns out he's not, there's tension between the family and Bruce. Dick tells Tim that Bruce's had a stressful time to which Tim replies, "We've all been through a lot, Big Brother."

Gotham Knights Issue #33

But the conflict doesn't end there because Tim is still pissed off about Bruce lying to all of them.

Gotham Knights Issue #33

To which Bruce clarifies Tim's anger and gently reprimands him.

His relationship with Bruce is the reason why Dick is the mediator between the JL and Batman, the Titans and Batman, the Outsiders and Batman, and the Batfamily and Batman. Because what he has towards Bruce, what he feels, it isn't blind loyalty - it's unconditional loyalty.

Over and over again, Dick tells Bruce how he saved him that night his parents fell. What he sees in bruce is a pure, blinding goodness of character that he loves and Bruce in turn feels blessed and shook by Dick's utter faith in him.

Dick once told Roy that Bruce is probably the most important person in the world to him. And he means it.

[schizosupport]

To provide an extra perspective on the psychosis-as-a-positive-thing discussion: We experience psychosis as part of our schizophrenia, but the psychosis (most delusions and I'd say about half of hallucinations? Many of which are connected to delusions--eg., we're a clinical lycanthrope, we experience somatic hallucinations (paws, muzzle, ears, tail, fur, having different organs, feeling that our anatomy on the whole has changed, etc) that "confirm" the delusion) is, for the most part, a neutral or positive aspect of our life. We don't want to lose our CL because it's a comforting force for us, which is the biggest reason why we want to avoid going on antipsychotics. The only real negative part of our psychosis is the occasional negative delusion, some of the hallucinations, and the disorganized thinking/speech.

On the other hand of our schizophrenia (and the reason why we are still disabled and disordered by it), our cognitive and negative symptoms are awful. Our schizophrenia cropped up when we were 14 at the very latest, if not a few years earlier, and we ended up barely making it through high school. The only reason we didn't drop out in senior year was because it was senior year, we'd finished most of our required academic credits (our math credit had been completed in sophomore year), and we got put in classes like photography, personal finance (which has led to us considering getting a degree in accounting because we found out we have a strong passion for doing taxes), creative writing, piano, graphic design, wildlife bio, drugs & their impacts (aka psychopharmacology, fun class run by a great teacher, we had to be told to stop answering questions because our teacher knew we'd been the only one paying attention and so the only one who knew the material she was teaching, now we're annoying about drugs and how they affect the brain, but hey, it's way easier to determine when we're drunk because we know that the brain will trick us into thinking we aren't drunk and can sidestep that) etc etc--all of these classes that were relatively low pressure and that made everything else way easier to deal with. (We also never took the SAT, which probably helped)

Anyways. All this to say. We choose not to go onto antipsychotics because the majority of our psychosis is a positive force in our life, even if a few aspects can cause distress and struggle; it's not enough for us to say the psychosis on its own would be disabling. However, it's part of our schizophrenia, whose cognitive and negative symptoms nearly made us drop out of high school on several occasions, and it is a byproduct of mostly luck and early-completed credits that let us get our diploma. While our psychosis doesn't balance out the negative/cognitive symptoms per se, it does make it easier to cope with on our worst days, where we can just... be a wolf for a while and not have to think about being a person in a world that is, more often than not, scared of us and our symptoms.

Hey there anon! Thank you for this perspective!

Personally I don't have much in the way of positive/nice psychotic symptoms (unless I count my plurality as a psychotic symptom but that seems like a stretch though some psychs have gone there), but I nevertheless relate to the cognitive and especially negative symptoms being the personally most disabling aspect of this disorder for me.

[elric-art]

Fullmetal Fanfic

Title: Too Much

Words: 2,900+ (I lost count)

Summary: Pvt. Mod gets despondent at work and wants a change of scenery, however she's convinced to choose a different option by General Mustang.

(I'm referring to Ed Mod as "she" for convenience.)

It had become too much…

The hours, the stress, the anxiety…

Maybe her siblings were right, she’d amount to nothing; always an inky shadow. A discarded mistake playing pretend and living amongst those who aimed to destroy the Sins of her Father.

She’d heard the rumors of the corruption clouding the walls of the city, it had been overrun by "them" during her time in hiding, not that she needed rumors to confirm for herself...

However, as the years flew and she stayed the same, ageless in her endeavors… she had learned to make peace with the fact she would’ve never been good enough. Not to her "family", nor the very humans she acquainted with had they known the truth.

Was it good fortune that she’d made friends with her idol after admiring him from afar all those years? Or a misfortune?

She’d told herself this job would only be temporary to help her beloved put bread on the table, not that she needed it, but that sweet tooth she’d developed was becoming quite the burden. It wasn't bothersome to her beloved, what made him happy was being able to "feed" her.

Like before, it had become too much…

The weight of it all, the constant dialing, the ringing, and rejections based on what the higher-ups called "lame excuses".

Playing human is hard.

She sighed as she leaned back on her chair and stared at nothing; always wondering "what was it all for?" to herself.

"Cl. Hawkeye? Could I talk to you in private?" she asked wearily.

Cl. Hawkeye was always kind enough to usher her in the conference room whenever she needed to have a brief talk with someone in private. All the incessant calling was slowly driving her to madness, God knows the Colonel probably already knew why the office was always empty in the first place. Cold Calling might as well be one of the forgotten Circles of Hell.

"What’s this about, Private?"

She hesitated.

"I wanted to present my two weeks notice..."

"I see... What may be the reason for your abrupt departure?"

She couldn’t bring herself to do it, to prove she lied in her interview. She remembered what she wore that day as if it were yesterday, or maybe it was given her perception of time as a near-immortal creation.

Black shirt, black pants, black shoes... Blond locks tied in a pony tail, and a red cardigan to keep her warm under the cool air of the General’s office. She had never seen him up close before but she knew the interviewer had been Cl. Hawkeye over the phone, all the more to weed out the unqualified souls who wish to meet with the head honcho for the final stage of evaluation.

She recalled it was a Monday when she first saw him, clad in his uniform and looking as handsome as one could be for his age; scribbling away at some uninteresting paperwork.

He looked up at her and for a moment she felt his slightly widened eyes linger on her for a bit longer than they should’ve... she felt a twinge of familiarity coming from those eyes so she made a mental note to wave it off. Not that she felt uncomfortable, she just wasn’t expecting it, much less the smirk forming on his lips.

"You must be the new recruit I’ve heard so much about. I was told you passed your first interview with flying colors." He said as he stood up from his chair, "I’m Gen. Roy Mustang, a pleasure." the General said proudly as he extended his hand to shake hers firmly.

She remembered his hand felt quite calloused, he was a working man she guessed.

"So how did you hear of this opening?" he asked nicely.

"A friend of mine. He works in the facility here as the warehouse keep?" she said, "He mentioned there was a job opening so I wanted to try something new."

She had been coached by her beloved not to mention she had a boyfriend working at HQ, after all, they wouldn’t be allowed to date according to the policies. It's not like they’d even be in the same department to begin with, but better safe than sorry.

"Yes, I’m assuming he must’ve been the reference you added in your resume. He gave quite the good word for you. Please, sit." said the General as he showed her to the nearby couch.

It was comfortable worn leather, she noticed a few cracks here and there probably from how old it must’ve been... The General took a seat back on his desk and shuffled through a small pile of paperwork.

"To be perfectly honest," he started, "I think you’d make a great edition to the team."

She smiled.

"However, I still have a few questions for you..." he said as he interlaced his fingers as if plotting, "how do you handle stressful situations?"

As expected from an interview involving minimum wage customer service...

"I found that empathy tends to be the best answer. You never know what the other person is going through so the best you can offer is a gentle apology... After that, if it’s too much... I just walk away for a good 5 minutes to cool off, and try my best again."

He stared at her in unreadable thought. Then smirked.

"That’s quite the appropriate answer. What’s your greatest strength then? Any weaknesses?"

"One would say that I’m good at inking…"

He looked intrigued as he raised an eyebrow.

"Not like that– I’m somewhat of an artist you see… I fill in the inks on paper?"

He nodded at the added context, then she brushed loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"My weakness used to be my… I’d say my shyness? If it weren’t for my friend pushing me to interact with others more often I wouldn’t have gotten used to putting myself out there. My uh, Dad, was the antisocial type so I never got to speak to people much back then…"

And just like that, his smug nature was etched into her memory, almost as if it really was yesterday…

"I’m impressed." He said.

Now she was back to the presence of her Colonel.

"No reason. I just thought I’d spread my wings and try something new..." she lied.

"This wouldn’t have anything to do with that last call, would it?"

"It’s not that I don’t want to serve, I just don’t want to be inconvenienced especially when you’re all so unorganized." that damn voice resonated...

"No, I think it’s just been a long time coming." a half-truth.

"I have a busy life you know, I have no interest in driving halfway across town just to sign off on paperwork. I don’t like being inconvenienced."

"Then go to the nearest recruitment center, idiot. It’s only a 15 minute drive for you, why insist on a specific goddamn location?" She thought to herself during the ordeal. "My apologies..." she had stated, "but we have been trying to reach you for over a year in regards to your last experience for feedback purposes but we kept getting straight to voicemail. Had the phone been answered sooner there would’ve been time to rectify the ‘error’ seeing as though this stems from a lack of communication. We may have even been able to report it." She had fought back as professionally as she could.

"I don’t like being inconvenienced just because you’re unorganized. I know you need help and all, and I know of my skill set, but you can just stop calling me, ok? God bless you." Then the repetition-obsessed bastard would hang up.

Who in the ever loving fuck did this guy think he is? For a mere officer rank, he sure acted like an entitled Major General.

"Can I assume you found a different job to fall back on?" asked Cl. Hawkeye.

"I... might apply at the library in town... I’ve been around books all my life, I might as well..." but the library was the last thing she wanted.

Running around the entire fortress of books of her last job exhausted her. Not to mention there was an uproar involving all the minimum wage employees, other managers included, accusing the general manager of wage theft by clocking out everyone for half hour breaks they clearly didn’t take. And balancing on top of that was the regional manager's whistle blowing, having called out the manager and listing every single one of the workers who had mentioned a non-consensual change in their break schedules. Highly illegal.

In the end, it took one of the assistant managers threatening to call the department of labor that it finally got the general manager fired. Everyone jumped from the sinking ship soon after that fiasco and it was her beloved who introduced the idea of working for HQ instead.

HQ, where it all began... What was it even all for?

Cl. Hawkeye looked lost in thought. "Private..." she started, "ever since you started working in this department, our recruitment numbers have been going up. Are you sure you don’t want to give it a second thought? We could really use your efforts at handling our service men over the phone."

She stopped to think... Could she really handle more verbal abuse and the garbage excuses of the human race? Urgent, Critical, Emergency... How annoying...

"I don’t think I’m doing a good job, Colonel..."

The Colonel pauses.

"Why is that?"

"Surely you must know my numbers have been dwindling... It’s getting harder and... harder, to meet my quota and keep up morale. I don’t know if it’s the integration of the new listing system, if it’s them being difficult, or if it’s just me… I don’t feel competent enough to continue working in this department."

Cl. Hawkeye thought for a moment, but she merely interlaced her fingers on the table gracefully.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll inform Management of your concerns. Go on and continue your shift, I’ll monitor your calls in order to make a more informed report."

"Thank you."

Then she sat back down at her cubicle, back to that Tenth Circle of Hell. But it wasn’t all bad, she had made friends with that idol of hers… who for some reason assumed she was a boy and everyone else played off on that around him? But she didn't mind, in fact, it made her feel closer to him.

"What did you guys talk about? D’you get in trouble with the Colonel?" Asked Edward.

"Nothing like that. Just spoke to her about my concerns over the new system… It’s not fair, like you said."

"I told you! It’s stupid that we’re being evaluated on things out of our control! What kind of bull crap is that for minimum wage?!"

"Aren’t you a Major and Gen. Mustang’s old subordinate? You can easily fight for a better wage. Do it for me too while you’re at it" She commented.

"I don’t wanna try fighting him again. Last time that happened, I nearly got my hair burnt off." He said as he tugged at his ponytail, "I know better than to bet on the wrong horse like that… Wait, don’t laugh—"

She laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, his last name's Mustang! Big deal!"

"Right," she chuckled, "but at least it’s only for 5 hours. I’ve never been able to just sit back in an air conditioned room and get paid for practically doing nothing, and draw…"

"True. When are you gonna show me your drawings anyway? I wanna see what you’re really made of."

"Uh…" she hid her shameful, shameful pictures in her mini drawer… "Maybe some other time? I left my drawing pad at home." She explained with a nervous laugh.

"I’ll hold you to that then!" He seemed excited.

Then they continued their work for the rest of their shift.

On the very next day she had been requested to come into the office of the General himself. She wondered if she had gotten in trouble for complaining or blaming all of her work problems on the new system instead of adapting like an obedient dog, but it was the Colonel herself that escorted her to his office. Now she was worried.

"The General will see you now." Cl. Hawkeye said with a gentle smile in her eyes.

She walked into his office and stood silently in front of his desk. As usual, he was fiddling with paperwork he couldn’t be more unenthusiastic about.

Then he finally looked up at her, his expression shifted to a more neutral one.

"Hawkeye has informed me of the recent drop in your numbers."

"I’m aware, Sir. I’ve already presented my resignation, you won’t have to worry about my recent failures—"

"At ease." He ordered.

She flinched. It wasn’t a reprimand, nor irritation in his voice. It was just firm and reassuring.

"As you probably already know, the new system has several bugs in it and IT has been hard at work since the implementation last month." He stated, "I realize it may be much to ask of our schedulers to keep their recruitment rates up during the testing period, but believe me when I say you and Fullmetal— Maj. Elric, have the highest rates compared to when you both started."

"Sir, I can’t—"

"I’m saying, maybe instead of resigning… why not try transferring to a different department for a bit?"

"Transfer?"

"I remember your friend on your resume saying you adapt quite quickly to any assignment given to you. I want to see that for myself. If the call center isn’t really your thing, there’s always other options."

"Which department?" She asked almost begrudgingly. What did her beloved tell this man 7 months ago?

"Records."

"Records?" She echoed, "isn’t that only for authorized personnel?"

"I’m inclined to authorize you, given your concise and carefully worded reports during your time in the call center. One could say someone with a special hand at using ink would be an invaluable asset, that's something you said you were efficient with if I recall… but in the end, it’s really your choice."

"So… what? I’d just be filing papers all day?" She tried her best to hide the grimace.

"And edit, and organize, and in some instances destroy." He said with a carefree smile.

"Sounds boring…"

"You should try doing my job." He chuckled. "But if you don’t want to give it a try there’s always room in my office for an assistant."

"I’ll take the Records." She didn’t hesitate. The General smiled smugly like he got what he gambled for. Although he wasn’t getting a pretty assistant, he was sure she’d make a helluva Records Specialist.

Damn, he’s good…

But now the shadow loomed. Would she tell her idol of her transferring, her only friend? Would he miss her? Could she even dare to imagine that he’d transfer with her as well? Unlikely…

"Wow, a summons from the General bastard himself? Who'd you kill? Did you deny everything?" Edward joked.

"Maj. Edward, please! It was just a small report. I told Cl. Hawkeye about the crappy list system and I guess Gen. Mustang wanted to know more of the source…" she lied.

I shouldn't tell him, he wouldn't care... It's not like he'd drop everything just to hang out with a work friend. I'm the one who stepped into his life anyway.

"Oh, cool. Maybe now my numbers won't look as bad. What on earth was that bastard thinking changing the system like that."

"How many did you get so far though?"

"Two."

"One."

They sighed and got back to work, getting paid to listen to the phone ring, those people no doubt had HQ's number blocked…

Ah, HQ would simply not let her go, would it? Not even after running away from it 13 years ago… First the constant belittling of her siblings, then the verbal abuse, and now an unplanned transfer.

"Hey, Mod…"

"Yeah?"

"I don't say this as often as I should, but when you're running around being surrounded by the personification of your mistakes, you tend to take the people you know for granted…"

What was he going on about?

"I think you're pretty cool to hang out with… I never made that many friends aside from those before the…" he paused to sigh, "you help make this job be a little less unbearable."

It truly has become too much…

Epilogue:

Cl. Hawkeye walked into the General's office after both Mod and Edward's shifts had ended for the day.

He stood there looking out the window, silently watching them part ways at the gate. They looked like good friends, he thought to himself.

"I take it you convinced Pvt. Mod to accept the transfer." Said Cl. Hawkeye.

"I did." Replied the General.

Her stoic gaze didn't leave the back of his head as he continued to stare out the window.

"You tried to make Mod your personal assistant, didn't you?" She stated more than she asked.

As if being caught he looks back in mild disappointed. His master plan had been foiled.

"I wouldn't call it that. I offered a good opportunity working directly under me. It would've looked good on a resume." He said defeated.

"Just because you think having an assistant will make your job easier doesn't mean your work will be done for you." She said as she handed him a pile of papers for him to sign. They plopped with a thud on his desk, and he looked at them with a grimace.

"These need to be done by the end of the day."

Then she dismissed herself, leaving the General alone to facepalm in his office. So much for his master plan…

Author's Notes:

Before you comment, I really don't want to hear "I'm sorry you had to deal with that" it's fine, really; it's just something I have to deal with every day to make ends meet. I would prefer to live off my art but I can't due to current circumstances. It's just self-fiction based on my life so it has a more realistic feel to it. I wanted to make Ed Mod a more grounded and realistic character with realistic problems and this is what I came up with.

[ginnyrules27]

Hey Ginny, any snippets for ToF, StoF and HaH?

And I know that you posted CL probably three or four days ago but do you have any snippets for CL?

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it though,” Hades muttered as Malinda and Benji went into another room. The door glowed once more and once the glow faded, the Beast insignia was present though, there was one added feature. 

-Truth or Fiction (chapter 106, currently 2205 words)

“Shh, shh,” Hades said gently as he comforted her, trying to ignore how his heart broke at seeing her pleading eyes. “A bottle’ll be coming soon Mali. Just another minute.” 

-Small Twists of Fate (chapter 36, currently 2515 words)

Beast bent down and picked Ben up, holding him in his arms. “I’m glad you called me but maybe next time, you could say it’s not you in need of attention first when you do?” He muttered to Ben. 

-Half and Half (chapter 35, currently 2203 words)

Mal couldn’t help but smile at that. She had been tempted to ask Bobby and Roland how they were holding up with their new additions to their families but felt it would almost be cruel to Ginny if she asked that in front of her. 

-Choosing Life (chapter 51, currently 1355 words)

[marcusrobertobaq]

U know CL was gambling with autonomous androids when they had a 50/50 chance Connor would choose go against 'em or stay loyal.

(yes, they probably knew software instability was a thing, that's one of the reasons why Amanda exists)

Guess what? Even if Connor chooses going against 'em they knew was a possibility and at least prepared for it (tracker still working, resume control program)

I don't wanna even imagine the 900 situation. Mfs gonna install a remote self-destruction program not even a rogue system can disable 🤣 and if they try shit can activate automatically

[steelcityreviews]

PREVIEW INTERVIEW with GRAND HORIZONS director Ryan Trepanier

Coming soon to Dundas Little Theatre is a play about families, acceptance and growth. I had the pleasure of a virtual interview with director Ryan Trepanier and we discussed their vision for Grand Horizons as well as the company's winter clothing drive to assist our community.

What influenced you to direct for Dundas Little Theatre's Grand Horizons? 

I was happily surprised to find that when I read Grand Horizons for the first time, it was much more than a hilarious family comedy (which it still very much is). This play is a lot more personal to me than I would have ever expected. I can see my entire family in the characters Bess Wohl has given us. I thought it would be fun to direct this show from the perspective of the kids watching their parents look back on their lives together, whether that's regrets, desires, fears, etc. In a way, this play is a love letter to my parents, but hopefully to all parents of adult children. It's a really unique dynamic - how do us kids interact with and reason with our parents, who for so much of our lives, are the leaders, the ones who have all the knowledge and all the answers. This is really the question that permeates the show, as a real family dynamic plays out on stage.

For those unfamiliar with this show, how will the show speak to audiences? 

Ultimately, this is a play about very real people. Sure, the situation they're thrown into at the very beginning probably isn't a common problem most families face, but I challenge our audience not to find pieces of your own family in these characters. I can't help but empathize with this family, and I sincerely believe our audiences will too. Oh, and of course, the glue that holds this together is that while it's authentic and sincere, it's also incredibly funny. Because ultimately, we know families are funny and ridiculous in their own unique way. This play captures that, and I think audiences will appreciate how well constructed these characters are.

What challenges, if any, have you faced while bringing your vision to the stage and what have you taken from the experience? 

In a world with COVID, live theatre has definitely changed a lot. We've had to be flexible and patient in terms of rehearsing this play. But ultimately, having such an amazing group of people to work with - 7 incredible actors and an incredible team behind the scenes - it's made the whole process far less stressful than it probably should have been. The biggest takeaway from this production, though I think this just solidifies or confirms what I've always suspected, is that the hardest/most important part of any show is the casting and/or choosing your team to surround you. 

What have you found rewarding about bringing this production to the stage?

It's always incredibly satisfying to see a play take its shape in rehearsals. With this particular play, it's wonderful to watch the cast react to the heartfelt and meaningful moments on stage. I think, that much like myself, our cast and crew see the real people in this play. Everyone can mine their own meaning, and their own relation to these very real people portrayed on stage. And, every time a show goes up and it looks as good as you thought it would - that always feels like a little miracle, and I'm thankful for all of the people responsible for making that happen.

           5.   During this production, DLT will be collecting winter clothing items for Good Shepherd, Hamilton. What influenced the company to organize this and how can audiences help ensure that the clothing drive is a success? 

I have always felt that art should inspire. In the play, Grand Horizons, Nancy is organizing a clothing drive for refugees. Nancy wants to live in a world where people care about others and I saw an opportunity to follow her lessons. We reached out to the Good Shepherd and they were happy to partner with us. Audiences are encouraged to bring in their gently used seasonal clothing to the theatre on the night they see the show.

Thank you Ryan, for such fond insights regarding directing Grand Horizons and for finding such inspiration within the show to help set up a much needed clothing drive this winter!

Look for my full review of the show coming January 21.

For tickets and more information, please visit: https://dundaslittletheatre.com/tickets

Rehearsal photos provided by: Keith Sharp

[baby-chirp]

Context for both of these:

First play was in Coven TT a few weeks ago and I named myself "Qin Yi" in game for that game after Qin Yi from Shining Nikki and I got Coven Leader and I wanted to try getting majority early on because we had TT Vigi so against the whole wishes of the rest of my team I witched the TT into the Tracker claim and while Dusa ragequit D2 and Necro got hung D2 and me, TT, and the Poisoner were ALL outted as evil, I managed to be loud enough to make sure town did not vote up either the Poisoner or TT Vigi and got my faction to win when it was probably not deserved (especially since I had no claim) and both Town and Coven hated my strategy that game for understandable reasons.

Second play I went with the name "baby chirp" (one of my regular in game names in ToS) for that game and I got TT Investigator in Classic TT back in 2021 and the GF 8athat game suggested I claim TP so I went with a Doctor claim and went on the Jailor to get "confirmed" by the Lookout. There were two other Investigators that game and I was checked by one of them on Night 1 and they asked me for my role and will, which I gave them, and as a result I got pushed but ultimately the Witch got hung that day even tho they left when they got put up the stand. The Jailor proceeded to not jail me but instead jail and execute the Investigator who called me out as fake and even though I was somewhat outted as fake, I still managed to sheep the Jailor and the Lookout for most of the game, though the Veteran wanted me hung. I mean, I was the only "confirmed" TP claim because the actual Doctors were not on Jailor (one was a racist spammer and thrower who did absolutely nothing but be racist and spam (that person obviously got reported and banned), the other was one of those non-meta players who does not go on the Jailor at all and both got hung before I did oddly enough). I only lost that game because I did not Veticide and the Vet was actively pushing me to get hung along with the Invest that checked me early on.

And oddly enough, I did not get reported for throwing in either one of these games even though it could arguably have been warranted.

So, if you had to choose which play was more of a Mad Man big brain play, which one would you choose and why?

[alexbkrieger13]

Just because RM was one of the rumoured clubs they could sign for it doesn't mean it was an option for them. Did the club show interest in them? Probably. Did the club make them an offer? Possibly - unless they'd told their agent Klaus (they have the same) they weren't interested in RM from the get go so he'd let the club know if they contacted him.

I'm inclined to believe it was never an option. Sorry RM fans but the club doesn't tick many if any of the boxes Pernille and Magda find important when making club choices. The two most obvious is RM has a very very long way to go before they'll be serious contenders for a CL title, and how they handle injuries.

Also as Magda revealed she'd spoken with former players. It's usual players do that or if they know someone who's currently on a team to get the inside information. And of course speaking with the coach is as important. Magda and Pernille just needed to ask Kosse, Sofia and Ella and Babett to know RM wasn't a good alternative. There's a Swede there too who's been called up for a look to the national team.

While we're at it, for Lyon they just had to ask Björki and Holmgren. They could ask Seger and Lotta too about playing in France and about the team mates who are still there from their time in the club. It's too long time ago since they were there for other questions. For Bayern aside Magda's 4 Swedes, they could via Björki ask Glodis and via Lotta ask Kumagi.

Personally when the rumours started my gut feeling was Bayern would be their next destination. Ticked most of the boxes and since they've both turned down Lyon before, it didn't make sense they'd suddenly go there now when they had other top clubs to choose from.

From everything I heard at some point there was minor interest but it never really went beyond that and yeah the experiences of swede in that club I wouldn't say I've been particularly great and it's some capacity that had to turn them off it and push them towards other clubs

[timeoverload]

I'm pissed off. I feel stupid because I made the appointment to see you at the same time that I'm supposed to have an important exam. I don't think I will be able to reschedule it for another time that day because they are only open till noon on Fridays and they didn't have earlier appointments available. I know I won't be able to get out of work to go another day and it would just inconvenience everyone so I'm not going to bother asking. It's bullshit that they don't make it easy to leave for appointments and they just expect me to do everything on Fridays. I am just going to have to wait a couple more weeks to get in there I guess.

It's frustrating that I'm forced to decide between my health and seeing you. Obviously I am going to choose you. I wish you could come with me to some of my doctors appointments because it would make some things less stressful to deal with. I know you are super busy so I'm not going to try to reschedule the consultation. I really didn't want to get another tattoo right now and now I have to come up with an idea just to talk to you. I hope I have enough money to give you. It's not your fault and I do want to see you but it shouldn't be this fucking hard. It's making me so sad and it makes me feel like you don't care sometimes. I wish you could just come to me or call me or something! I just want you to be here and I don't want to have to keep struggling by myself. I just wanted you to hold my hand!! I feel so alone right now. My ovary just fucking hurts and I hope it's just a cyst and not cancer or something. I am very concerned about my fertility. I know there's always something wrong with me and everyone is tired of hearing about it.

I'm sorry I got upset again last night. Yes I drank again last night and I'm stupid. I'm so stupid. I'm realizing that I have a big problem with self-control. Sometimes I wish I had someone around that would stop me from doing those things. I guess I don't know how to deal with this pain. I don't think I have ever felt so much emotional pain in my entire life. I wish I could stop thinking about hurting myself. I am having a hard time eating again. I hate it!! This is tearing me apart. I basically have to sedate myself in order to deal with all of this. I can't go to a therapist because I would probably just get committed and put in the psych ward. I'm not drinking again for a while even if things don't go well on Friday. I'm serious this time. I really don't want to do that anymore when I'm upset! I'm so mad at myself. I know I'm not perfect at all.

I think I just need to stop trying to be so open about my feelings and keep some things to myself. Maybe I should just make a side blog to use when I'm upset. I'm not sure what to do because I can't make art or music or anything like that. I just suck at it! I just get angry when I try to make anything now. I even bought myself a nice guitar last year because I always wanted one but it's too big for me and it just makes me cry when I try to play it. I thought I could teach myself but I have lost the desire to do that because I'm too depressed. I can't do anything. I used to like to sing but I'm bad at that too and I'm too shy to do that around other people. I'm not good at anything. I wish I could post music on here too without you getting mad about it and taking it personally.

I am just tired of everyone putting on a charade and acting like they don't know everything about me. Even my dad has been avoiding me! I think now that he has seen my blog it has put a strain on our relationship and I wish I could talk to him but I think he is mad at me now too. My mutuals on tumblr think I'm a fucking nutjob and most of them don't even interact with me anymore. I have been pouring my heart out to you for such a long time. I don't want to be treated like I'm just another client. It's hurting my feelings. I just need someone to be honest with me. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU. I didn't want to talk to you when you were with another client so I apologize for that. I was trying so hard not to cry. I didn't want to embarrass you. I thought you knew I was coming. Why do you keep trying to get me to come in? I'm just trying to do what you asked me to do. How would you feel if you were in my shoes? I feel fucking crazy. I really didn't know what to say and I made a fool of myself again. I'm so dumb.

Also, I feel like I'm getting bullied sometimes. I don't want to fight with you. Please stop being mean to me. :( I can't believe you are calling me "roach girl" again. That really hurts! Why do you keep calling me names? Do you really think I'm just a dirty person? Why are you punishing me? I'm sorry I ever tried to ask you for help!!!! I just wanted to get married! If you really want me to stay away from you that bad you can just tell me. Thank you for showing me how you really feel. You don't have to be so mean!! I believe it was last January that you called me "roach girl" and I literally almost killed myself. After you posted that, I drank a bottle of cheap wine in less than an hour. I had alcohol poisoning and it was horrible. I should have gone to the hospital but I couldn't get to my phone to call 911. I almost drowned in my own vomit. I couldn't even keep water down and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was throwing up for like 12 hours straight and I was alone the whole time. I'm really amazed that I survived that but I'm not going to do that this time. That's part of the reason I stopped posting on here for almost a month and I was trying to get out of a volatile situation. Maybe I am just a roach and a shitty person. I deserve to live in the dark forever. I don't deserve kindness or love or anything like that. I'm just a terrible person and I don't deserve to exist. I have just wasted my whole life and I haven't accomplished anything. I wish I could be good enough for you. I don't think you realize how much power you have over me. I think you are much stronger than I am. I wish I could be as strong and as wise as you are. You are so much better than me at literally everything.

Maybe if you actually talked to me you would know that I'm not trying to be malicious. It would be great if someone would just ask me if I'm ok when I'm spiraling like that. That would really help me snap out of it when I'm in a trance like that. It's difficult to stay grounded when I'm by myself all the time. I'm so bad at having relationships so maybe I don't deserve one. I really need some stability though. I think you misinterpret my posts sometimes. Sometimes I have a hard time finding the words to explain the way I feel. I feel so misunderstood. I wasn't trying to be mean to you, I am just sad. I just want you to be here for me right now. I NEED YOU. I'm so scared. I'm afraid I am just going to die before we even get a chance to be together. I guess I am just being pessimistic again. My brain feels like it's malfunctioning again and I'm not sure if anything I'm saying is making any sense. I'm annoying so I should just shut my fucking mouth. I just ruin everything. I'm sorry for everything. I LOVE YOU.

[keiraxlucy]

No, you got it pretty spot on about K game today. There wasn’t anyone who stood out and if you had to choose it would probably be Aitana or Caro due to their link up? (Depending on who you ask)

I think today was mostly about getting the points and focusing on the semi final.

The first half before Aitana’s goal there was a little struggle but I think it was mainly down to opponents doing hard pressing 1 v 1 on the front line in Barca half and they would have to win the duels.

Patri and K would switch between one of them moving the ball at the back more near the defence and playing off Mapi while the other one would make a run to clear the midfield or attack.

I think K would of stayed on the whole match if she didn’t need to rest due to much she’s been playing lately.

Overall, I think it was a decent performance which has a good end result. I think they were also mindful of how energy they used because of the Chelsea match coming up.

And people just like to hate on K role because they probably don’t understand what she has to do.

Wow anon this is very insightful thank you.. you clearly have a better idea than me 😅 I love this little analysis of the game always feel free to send it in :)

I would agree that Aitana or Caro were probably the stand out. I think Vicky had a good game too although you could tell she lacked experience, but she definitely seemed like she was most interested/ always pressing the ball. Probably right that they were trying to get the win but conserve their energy and minimise risk of injury for the CL game next weekend. Also think K deserved the rest although defo think she would have stayed on if it weren't for that, not sure that Ingrid added much when she came on. Good performance, nothing spectacular but not awful by any stretch. Yes I feel like K's role can sometimes go unnoticed as she's not one to overly push forward, it's more about holding and controlling the space (I think??)

Also some of that fancy footwork that Geyse seems to have brought back from Brazil camp 😮‍💨😮‍💨