#mirah needs help

[duckiesarentuselessbitch]

I made art of mirah(my very first oc)

He was turned into a child

He's trying to eat mephie-

I love this one❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[plutoswritingplanet]

It's A Special Death You Saved (Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x Female!Reader) pt.1

a/n: i had a "no bald men" rule before he licked a knife... so y'all know my priorities are in order. Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: Dub-Con (as per usual), Arranged Marriage, Reader is an Atreides (it's just such a good prompt i couldn't help myself),

Summary: A month-long engagement to the na-Baron Harkonnen makes you question, whether a marriage can bloom on the grounds of hate. Loosely based on "Special Death" by Mirah.

Pt.2, Pt.3 Pt.4 (finale)

The message comes from the Emperor himself. An indisputable order that renders your Father speechless. You've never seen him quite as distraught, as when he has visited you in your chambers to deliver the news. Hands fidgeting, eyes refusing to meet yours, heavy shadows falling across his face. He seems to expect your reaction, not giving you as much as a flinch, when you scream your protests at him. And he should've expected as much, you were always the more impulsive of Duke Leto's children. 

- But the Harkonnens are beasts - you argue, voice breaking - You've said it yourself, many times.

- Actually, I think that was Gurney...

- You've never denied it!

And he doesn't deny it now, head hung low. Never, not once in your life, have you seen your Father give up. Until today. 

Your Mother enters just a few seconds after him, her dress flowing around her ankles as if she had floated in on a cloud. She stands to the side of your bed, hands folded, and an impassive expression embedded onto her features. And the more she speaks of the centuries of breeding, the importance of an union and the powers beyond your understanding, the less you see of your mother. What stands before you, instead, is a Bene Gesserit sister, veiled in schemes and dark plans, which were in the making before you were even born. You curse yourself for not noticing this stranger sooner, and storm off, out of your room, your shawl blowing out behind you like bat wings.

Paul doesn't visit you, but you can hear him, even through the effort of swallowing down your tears. He fights for you against your Father. He would fight for you against the whole Empire if he had to, and your heart swells, as he throws a particularly nasty curse into the air of your Father's study. It doesn't change anything. According to the decree of the Emperror, the oldest daughter of the Duke Leto Atreides will marry Feyd Rautha, an heir to the Baron Harkonnen. A centuries long dispute is about to be put to an end, and all thanks to the small sacrifice, which is your life. All would be well in the galaxy. Really, you should be honored, to be tasked with such a monumental peace treaty.

Everyone in the court seems to know about your situation. Mournful looks follow you, as you walk into the training barracks, ridding yourself of layers upon layers of flowing fabrics, leaving you in a rather tight costume, light enough to beat your frustrations out on someone.

Duncan Idaho meets your searching eyes, and you know he is aware as well. All it takes is one inclination of your chin, and he's up on his feet, sword in hand. Loyal as ever, he stands in front of you, watches with mixed feelings as you enable your shield, no questions asked. None needed. 

He barely has time to put his defenses up, when you charge at him, fury and despair pushing your movements into stances which are clumsy and ill though out. Still, there's power within your strikes, a strength of someone who needs to move, unless they break. So he lets you, for a couple of minutes. He dodges your attacks, pairing some of them, never moving quite into the offense.

The rest of the soldiers scurry off somewhere, for which you will be thankful in the future. They might hear your cries of anger, but they will not see you break. They will not see the way your blade smashes into Duncan's shield over and over again, with no regard for the slow attacks, which would penetrate it. Likewise, they don't see your sparring partner fall to his knees and swipe you off your feet in a split-second movement, making you hit the floor with a frustrated snarl. And they don't see you finally give up, and cry, hugging your blade to your chest, the severity of your circumstance falling onto you, crushing you down.

- Never fight in anger, Princess - Duncan reminds you, voice cautious, and you growl at him like a wild animal - It dulls your instincts, makes you distracted.

- Did you know? - you demand, your sharp voice cutting through his half-assed lecture.

For a moment he looks truly remorseful. His eyes float around the room, and your heart sinks when he sighs deeply.

- I found out not long ago - he confesses - Your Father told me. 

Your blade slides against the floor as you throw it, a raw scream tearing through your throat. Duncan takes a step towards you, hand extended towards your shaking form. But, before he can attempt to touch you, you're up, rolling your shoulders forcefully. Tears stain your cheeks, and you wipe them roughly with the back of your hand, skin becoming irritated almost instantly. There are swords laid out on a small table, just beside you,  your fingers grip the cold handle so hard, your knuckles seem to creak under the pressure. Duncan readies himself as well, dusting off his trousers. 

He's not good at comforting, but he's the best at fighting, and if that's what you need in this cold morning, he'll oblige. 

- You'll make it through, you know - he says, his voice genuine, and you laugh without any mirth.

Your blades clash, faces coming closer as you absentmindedly notice small scars adorning his cheeks.

- You can adapt to anything - you strike against his shoulder, the shield pushes your blade away - We could send you to Arrakis right now, and a week later you'd be riding a damned Sandworm into battle.

To that, you laugh, this time your smile reaching your eyes. The idea is preposterous, but it renders your footsteps lighter, and you twist to dodge a nasty blow to the right arm. Duncan huffs a laugh as well, as you slip through his fingers. He points his blade in your direction, a smirk playing across his lips, and you bare your teeth in a playful display of wildness.

- Careful, Princess, you might scare your betrothed away - Duncan teases, as you roll your dagger in your hand.

- Scare a damned Harkonnen? Do you find me that intimidating? - the idea thrills you just a little bit, you're woman enough to admit it.

- I think you're fucking terrifying.

- Duncan Idaho, you better not be swearing at my Daughter.

Your face falls immediately, as your Father approaches the two of you, shooting Duncan a stern gaze which holds no real threat. Still, your sparring partner raises his hands, his blade tucked away safely into his belt. There's sweat clinging to your skin from all the training, mingling with drying tears on your cheeks, and Duke Leto tries very hard not to comment on your choice of processing recent events. Still, he nods at you, and like a good daughter, you put your blade away, walking from the barracks after him. 

***

The Emperor has called for a traditional, Atreides engagement. A mercy, which you're eternally grateful for. You're not too aware of Harkonnen customs regarding marriage, but given the House's reputation, it couldn't have been pleasant. House Atreides however, took to such matters much more ceremonially, old-fashioned to some. 

Soon, a ship is arriving, with your betrothed onboard, and a month-long courting period willcommence. After that, official engagement and soon after, a wedding. Then, you will be transported back on Geidis Prime, where a life of misery awaits. That's all the time you have. A month.  

The dress, which was picked out for you, is uncomfortable and shows both too much and too little skin at the same time. While your legs are bare and exposed to an almost scandalous degree, a high, stiff collar nearly chokes the life out of you. This whole getup was the idea of your mother, as an attempt to highlight your best features and hide all that might be considered less desirable. 

You have no idea what's wrong with your neck. Perhaps, by cutting off your airflow, your mother aimed to keep you docile. 

She frowns deeply as you tug on the fabric, nerves climbing up your spine, growing more desperate every second. She swats at your hand, and you throw her a look. Out of the corner of your eye Paul smiles at your antics, your only consolation in this hopeless place. 

- Stop fidgeting, you'll tear the dress - Lady Jessica scolds you, and you can sense actual worry underlining her stern voice.

The Harkonnen ship slowly glides into the atmosphere of your home planet, a black, awful thing. Like all things on Geidis Prime, dark and miserable. Soon, you'll join them, adorned in equally black and lifeless clothing, never to see your family again. Never to see the Ocean. Your nails bite into the collar of the dress, you can hear a stitch tear.

- Stop that.

Your hands fall uselessly against your body, as your mother uses the Voice on you. Wouldn't be the first time, you were quite the unruly daughter and Lady Jessica was determined to make a Lady out of you no matter the means. Still, this time, the unnatural tone feels more like a panicked plea,  than a light-hearted scolding. 

- Relax Mother - your voice is sharp, despite the slight tremble - In a months time I'll be gone from here forever, stuck in some blackened cell, wistfully sighing "ooh" "aah".

You place your hand on your forehead in a dramatic display of doubtful acting abilities. When you were younger, your mother would laugh at you, as you enacted scenes from romance books. You would throw yourself at a nearby piece of furniture, pretending to be some wronged lover, or an unhappy bride waiting for someone to liberate her. And your mother would clap her hands, thoroughly entertained.

Today however, she doesn't even crack a smile.

- I don't expect you to be happy about all this - she whispers - But I do expect you to wear your grief with some grace.

A slap would've been kinder, you think, and stare ahead, as the Harkonnen ship opens, and a group of people dressed in black spill out of it like ants from a drowning anthill. Your heart is thrumming hard in your chest, and your hand reaches out, despite all your apprehension, towards your mother. A force of habit, to search consolation within her disregarding the fact, that it was her meddling that put you here. 

Her fingers lace with yours, thumb stroking your palm in an attempt to soothe you. 

Immediately, you know which one of the bald headed Harkonnen is your betrothed. 

He's much taller than you, an imposing figure even despite his rather lean built. His skin is almost completely white, as expected, his teeth are blackened out, as expected as well, and his eyes are bearing into you with an intensity so oppressing, you almost look away. Almost. 

- I present to you, Feyd Rautha, the na-Baron of House Harkonnen. 

The pale man steps forward, releasing you from his gaze for only just a moment, to trade pleasantries with your Father, who looks beyond miserable as he fixes your soon-to-be husband with a tired look. Then, Feyd Rautha is brought before you.

There's grace to his movements you did not expect, as he pushes his black cloak aside, and kneels in front of you. Harkonnen were known for their bulky ruthlessness, but this one... This one reminded you of a panther, the way his eyes travelled the length of your body, full lips pulling upward into a barely noticable smirk. 

Customs, you remind yourself, as your mother's hand squeezes your fingers. You don't want to let her go, but you do, slowly, with so many mixed thoughts rattling around your brain, it makes your head swim. 

Feyd Rautha grabs your extended hand in such a gentle manner, you're almost convinced the Harkonnens have shaved some poor bastard and dropped him off instead of the real na-Baron. Then, he lifts your palm up, until his lips press against your fingertips, a gesture so tender, your heart does a flip in your chest. And then, it stops all together, when his grip on your palm tightens, and he pulls your hand closer, to kiss it properly. As if he can't help himself, he looks up at you, and you realize. 

You almost got yourself caught, but reading people's intentions have been taught to you as fervently as reading texts, and you can see right through this facade of chivalry. There's darkness in this man, a swirling void, which brings a wave of cold fear upon you. This cunning, depraved creature will soon enough become your husband, and you'll be stuck with him forever. How long will he keep up this impeccable appearence? Was this performence for you, your Father, his own twisted fun, or all the things combined?

With a furrowed brow, you tear your hand out of his grasp, a full body shiver running up your spine at the sight of his self-satisfied smirk. He drinks up your reactions like a man parched, and you fight hard to put on a mask of indifference, as he rises from his knees to stand before you in all his imposing glory.

***

You can feel his eyes follow you, as the welcome committee retreats into the Palace. He doesn't let you out of his sight throughout the feast, which takes place immediately after his arrival, and even now, as he gets ready to "entertain" the court by indulging in some barbaric ceremony of his, his eyes are trained only on you. 

It's uncomfortable, to say the least, having him stare at you, while you sit surrounded by your family, who, for the most part, say nothing. Except Paul. Your dear baby brother, your protector in all this madness. As Feyd Rautha throws his coat to the side, showing off his (admittedly impressive) muscles, Paul leans towards you.

- He looks like a hard boiled egg, don't you think sister? - he whispers and subsequently ends your vow of silence. 

The giggle you let out is caught quickly by everyone around, your betrothed included, before you press an open palm against your lips. 

- Behave - your mother warns, and you try, you really do.

But in the serene light of the fading sun, your soon-to-be husband's head does look frighteningly egg-ish. God, you'll get yourself killed, before the wedding ceremony is even resolved if you keep this up.

You're seated high in an outdoor theater. One of your grandfather's favorite places, where he used to dance with bulls for sport. Where he met his demise.

Feyd Rautha presents his knives to you and your family, their blades glint ominously in the setting sun. Again, you are struck with the sheer grace this man exudes. His movements, despite being forceful and wild, have a beauty to them, as if he was rehearsing ancient dance moves, rather than killing blows.

And, despite your brother's earlier comment, there is something enticing in the way his pale skin catches the rays of bleeding sunshine, slowly creeping towards the horizon. He's almost beautiful, almost handsome enough to consider. 

The thought leaves your head almost immediately, as the Harkonnen servants bring in his apparent opponent. Your heart drops to your stomach at the sight of a beaten, dark skinned warrior. Immediately you recognize a Fremen, you've read so much about them in your free time. You know how they filter water, what they eat, how they move through the sands, and despite your knowledge you can't fathom, why this poor man has been brought here. 

At your side, Paul shifts in his seat, all jokes leaving him in a hurry. The both of you watch, as the man you're promised to toys with a clearly drugged victim. Slashes bloom on the prisoners skin, blood sprays in the air. You refuse to look away, to show such weakness, even as Feyd Rautha grabs the poor man by his hair and with a forceful push impales his throat on the blade. Blood pours down onto the sand, paints the Harkonnen's face and chest a deep shade of red.

It's a brutal display of power, of cruelty and wildness the Harkonnens are known for. Suddenly, everything Gurney has warned you about, while training your fighting skills, rings like a thousand of bells in your ears. This is who you will marry, who you will spend your entire life with. 

You swallow down an urge to throw up, and stand up from your seat. 

The show must go on, you think, throwing your Mother one, venomous look, trying to force her to understand your pain. Then, you lock eyes with your betrothed, who watches you from below with a cruel smile, blackened teeth on full display. You meant to congratulate him, to play the part as instructed, but you can do nothing of the sort. Instead, you stare back at him, disgust flowing from your features like a broken faucet. 

Lady Jessica opens her mouth, but before she can, without a doubt, scold you again, you're out of the seating area, your footsteps echoing in the halls. 

Once you're sufficiently tucked away from prying eyes, your back hits the wall, and you allow yourself feel the luxury of unbridled panic. Your breathing comes out in fast, shallow pants, as cold sweat forms on your forehead. Thoughts racing, your fingers tangle into your hair, tugging at the roots. This is your future, the only future waiting for you, and it's filled wth pain and blood.

- Have you enjoyed the fight, my Lady? - you immediately know it's him, despite not hearing him speak before.

A gasp of surprise leaves you before you can catch it, and your back straightens almost painfully fast. 

There he stands, tall and lean, and terrifying. Blood still decorates his torso creating a contrast that is both terrifying and hypnotizing. He watches you, curiosity and humor swirling behind his eyes. You can't decide whether they are completely blackened out, or if they hold a blue, almost serene hue. 

- No - you answer, finding your voice entirely too shaky for your liking - I did not enjoy it.

He laughs, a guttural, low sound that makes the hair stand at the back of your neck. You know he wouldn't dare try anything here, right under your Father's nose while the engagement is still in the making. Yet, as you stand frozen, just you, him and the marble walls around you, dread finds home in the pit of your stomach.

- Was that man Fremen? - you ask, partially to fill the silence, partially because you're genuinely curious.

The man shrugs, you can see muscles moving under his white skin. He takes a step towards you and you will yourself not to run.

- Sometimes we bring a couple of captured desert rats home - he explains with a nonchalant tone - Mostly for entertainment.

The almost bored intonation he uses to describe this barbaric ritual makes something boil deep inside you. 

- That's cruel - you counter, emotions flowing freely onto your face, much to the man's delight - To deny those men the honor of dying on their home planet. To drag them into a completely foreign place, just to kill them for sport, like some animals... It's...

- Some of them live - he cuts you off, taking another couple of steps towards you, but in your growing outrage, you barely notice - Our brothels are filled with Fremen whores.

Your face twist into an expression of utter repulsion, and Feyd Rautha raises his eyebrows in a pathetic mask of confusion, almost childlike giddiness lighting up his eyes as he looks down at you.

- Oh, don't give me that look, my Lady. - he cooes, and you've never felt a stronger urge to slap the daylights out of someone - I know for a fact there are brothels on your planet filled with hungry soldiers.

- Yes - you bark back at him - but the people there are working prostitutes, not slaves!

He shrugs, looking somewhere to the side of your face.

- A waste of money, if you'd ask me.

- Good thing no one has - there's venom in your voice, and your betrothed sucks a breath through his teeth.

You curse yourself for leaving your dagger, for not concealing it somewhere in this ridiculous dress, because the way the Harkonnen's expression shifts freezes blood right in your veins. 

He looks at you, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips, while something much darker lurks in his eyes. His bloodied hand comes up, finger making contact with the exposed skin of your shoulder. You can feel the thick liquid stick to your flesh, as he drags his hand down, painting you, marking you.

- You're quite the little viper, my Lady.

Watching him silently, you don't respond. Don't know how to, when he closes the distance between your bodies enough to make you feel the heat radiating off of his chest, while the smell of blood and sweat completely assaults your senses. It's sickening, the way he looks at you, like you're a new toy, just waiting to be unpacked and destroyed by too eager hands. 

- My Uncle, the Baron, has instructed me, to be the utmost gentleman to you. To woo you completely - his voice is low, barely above a whisper, as he grins down at you - But I just can't lie to my future wife like that, can I?

He leans closer and finally, you take a step back, sliding out of his space, assessing a cautious stance. His hand almost follows you, the skin of your shoulder feels conflictingly cold without him.

- Once we're wed, I will possess you completely - this time you stand your ground, as he approaches, circling you like a lion stalking it's prey - And then...

He leans down beside you, shoulder to your shoulder, close enough for you to feel his hot breath graze your ear.

- Like the bull that took your grandfather's life, I shall pierce you.

The violent innuendo doesn't slip past you, and with hatred brewing behind your eyes, you look straight at him, forcing your fear to lay dormant. 

- You're disgusting.

- And you're blushing like a lovely, virgin bride should - he concludes, sending an awful wink your way, before withdrawing from you completely. 

Your veins burn hot, as you watch him leave, a selfish confidence painting his steps, and you beg every God in existence to grant you a sword in your hand. Or a dagger. A kitchen knife would do as well. Anything, that would help you cut this unbeatable, patronizing, infuriatingly handsome smirk from Feyd Rauthas face.

Alas, you're left with nothing, only a small glimmer of hope dangling in front of you, after your damned betrothed's words fully register in your brain.

A bride you might be, but certainly not a virgin one. Duncan Idaho made sure of that many years ago. The thought makes you smile, despite nerves wreaking havoc in your body. At least that's the one thing Feyd Rautha won't be able to take from you.

[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬

synopsis. : your first call with your pen pal makes your feel dizzy. - in a good way

cont. : chubby!reader. bimbo!reader. penpal!gojo. gojo’s in prison, readers hair is in braids so what does that tell you ? fingering ( f ), reader touches their self to gojo’s voice. pet names : ( mama, doll, daddy, precious) phone sex ! sexually frustrated gojo

mirah note. : think i read this too much now i’m overthinking it hehe. oh well, feedback would be appreciated <3 🎀.

your first call with pen pal!gojo came with all types of nerves. the call was planned weeks in advance, yet you still could feel your palm’s sweating. getting pretty you hadn’t realized until the phone was already ringing that he wasn’t even gonna see you dressed up, - yet - something about it made you feel good.

“h-hello” you whispered only hearing his deep sighs. bitting into your sparkle pink glossed lips he finally spoke. tone rough, and husky that it went right to your lower area, undies pooling with wetness. “hi doll” gojo looked up at the reflective wall a smirk curling onto his lips.

“hmm .. think i like actually talking to you more. get to hear that sweet voice” he spread his legs, leaning his arm on them, the black phone still in his hands. your throat hitched on the line, body feeling all sorts of things, wanting all sorts of things. “u-uh yea ! h-how are you ?”

“i’m good precious, looking at the picture you sent and god mama. aren’t you just beautiful” you couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against the plush of your bed. you listened to him speak out every detail of the polaroid you sent with your letter. spreading your legs until the tips of your fingers touched you sensitive cunt.

“mmm” you softly moaned spreading the fatness of your lips the cool air blowing against you. you were so in awe at his voice that you almost missed his question of if you were okay, which you sheepishly gave a short answer.

“yea! m’fine- what w-were you saying ?” gojo knew exactly what you were doing. he could hear the quiet moans that you thought you were doing so good of hiding. “what you doing mama” he watched the guards walk back and forth while chucking at your poor excuse.

“princess, if you needed daddies help all you had to do was ask. go ahead’ slid in a finger” huffing you looked up at the fairy lights, spreading your legs wider. you grew annoyed by your underwear, but was too needy to take them off. you rubbed your bud slowly, breathing heavy into the microphone all until the annoying voice lady came onto the phone to let you both know you had three minutes left.

“shit. gotta make it quick mama, slid in a finger. now.” pressing against your hole, your finger slid in with ease. “g-gooo mmm” you thighs started to shake but you needed more, wanted to fill fuller.

“second one. now baby” you followed instructions. your moans getting louder more desperate, and gojo was paying for it. his cock pressing into the fabric of his underwear feeling contained. “just imagine baby” he leaned back against his chair, throwing his head back and spreading his legs.

“imagine me there”

“m-mm”

“like that huh? wishin daddy was there, to ease that ache. he would use his fingers and fuck them into you so hard while my lips wrapped around that pretty bud”

your pussy closed in on your finger, tummy bubbling. gojo sat in silence in bliss listening to your rambles and begs. “wannadaddy w-want’em so bad”

“daddy know’s mama, gonna get him so soon”

one minute remaining.

“m-m’CUMMINGGG GOO” squirt shot out of you getting all over your stuffies. ruining your skirt and sheets. makeup smudging into the furry fabric of your blanket.

gojo eyes clenched, cock pumping in the jumpsuit pre cum slowly dripping down him. “t-that’s my good girl. daddy loves you” and the line went dead. you both sitting for a few moments taking in every thing that just happened.

and gojo only felt the need to keep you to himself become stronger.

[kyra45]

[Image ID: A screenshot of a tumblr blog with the title of ‘Ithyjoje’ and the username is crazysjoji. The blogs bio reads: Lovecadilac/23/sparkle emoji planthology /End ID]

A reminder that crazysjoji is a scammer stealing images off Palestine news sources and off of other socials that Palestine users are on such as Facebok and likely Instagram/Twitter. The user has currently backdated all the posts on their account (All the posts have been made to look older then they actually are; Via editing the reblog) and will message users asking them to fundraise for them to help a ‘friend’ called Mirah. However, Mirah is not in Palestine and the images used have been took off someone else.

crazysjoji has also sent a rude message to a friend who called them out while failing to change back the dates on the edited posts. If it was an accident, it would have been fixed the first time I myself called them out on it. They have made no efforts to elaborate why they edited the dates nor verified that their friend’s images are their own.

As a result, please do not fundraise for this account as it’s a scammer of at least part of a group of scammers pretending to be a Palestine person needing mutual aid. They send asks requesting private answers and send stolen images as proof.

[luvfrommirah]

Ways to fill up a notebook☆

As a notebook lover, I always buy new notebooks and leave them empty for ages! But now I've found ways to fill them up and I wish to share them with you guys too<3

Diary! Nothing beats a regular daily diary! Permanently saving your memories is such a comforting thought

List notebook. Any list you might need in one place! Shopping list, tbr, shows and movies to watch! Just perfect!

A silly small sketchbook! Even if you aren't an artist, having a place to express yourself with art is pretty relaxing and rewarding!

A daily to do list notebook. I used to have one of these and I could really see improvement in my discipline and self control in daily habits!

Scrap book! It's such a fun way to spend time! If you have a printer to print photos, it's even better!

Something I call, free space. A sketchbook-Scrapbook-Journal hybrid. I have a notebook where I draw, save random "trash" (my treasure) and spill all of my thoughts into. I try to keep it as visually unpleasing as possible so I don't feel pressured to make everything pretty, and I suggest that to you too!

If you're an artist, this is for you. A notebook for anatomy practice. Despite the place, practice is practice and it will help you improve!

Now this one is a bit overkill, but a create your new activity book. Every week, print, create or draw pages for your future self to be entertained!

Self reflection! Have a notebook specifically to see how you're doing mentally and if you're improving or not!

Now there are thousands of posts that say specifically how to fill up notebooks. This is a bit broader and "umbrella term" type ideas. Regardless I really hope you consider these useful and end up using them!

Lots of love

-Mirah ☆

[multistanparadise]

Felix x black!poc!reader

Simp Culture~

A/n: This is an archive piece and I’m thinking about doing a series of different idols in the Simp Culture thing, if you can think of an idol message a request :)

*unedited

Y/n

I am totally head over heels in love with Lee Felix. I think about him everyday and just the thought of him gives me butterflies but there's just a slight problem...he's in love with my best friend and not me. She doesn't like him instead opting for his friend Jisung but that doesn't stop him from liking her all the same. He complains to me about her and I honestly feel sorry fo the guy because he has an unrequited love...much like the one I have for him. I'd do anything for him but he obviously doesn't feel like that for me.

"Y/n you should just tell him how you feel, you'll end up getting hurt in the process if you don't." Chan sympathizes being my other best friend. "I can't because I know he's going to reject me, he loves Mirah and she loves Jisung. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to die just hearing him be so obvious around her. I wish he loved me...maybe I should get it over with now. I'll call him."

~

"Hey you wanted to meet up?" I sigh not being able to meet his eyes. "I did...I wanted to tell you that.... I kinda like you but I know you don't like me that way so I'm fine with that. I just had to tell you that." He looks surprised and blinks a bit. "Oh wow urm Y/n/n I hate to say this but I don't feel the same way. I would still like to be your friend though and support you. You've been a really great friend and I don't want to lose you." I feel my heart shatter as he finishes speaking and I try to conceal it with a smile.

I feel my eyes prick with tears and I turn away so he can't see the tears starting to fall. "Well okay then I'm going to go." I start walking in the opposite direction away from the guy who still has my heart. "Y/n/n we're still okay right?" I pause walking and I turn around wiping my tears. "Would you be okay if Mirah rejected you and told you that she loved someone else? Would your heart be beating the same if you knew that the person you're in love with won't ever love you like you love them but you'd do anything for them just because you want them to be happy?"

"I'm going to now, I'll be taking a much needed break from you and everyone for that matter." I turn around again, walking away from him with a quickness.

☀️

2 weeks later

I take my seat in the student library to work on my homework and to study for my chemistry test. "Y/n ignoring me won't help you." Chan sits across from me and I sigh. "You're his best friend too so I'm not going to make you choose who to be friends with. I'm trying to study for a test if you don't mind." He sighs pulling out his books as well. "I'm going to be your friend still, I love being around you. So chemistry?" I nod starting to work on my homework. "So...have you seen him at all?"

"In passing because we are in college, I'm bound to see him around campus eventually." I try to see if the answer to the question is in my notes from class. "That's true...so are you still in love with him?" I shrug trying to not directly answer the question. "If not would you like to join me for lunch?" I raise an eyebrow. "Are you asking me out on a date?" His face creeps with a rosy blush. "Well if you want it to be..." I smile for what seems like the first time in forever. "Yes I'd love to."

~

Chan and I walk to class together smiling. "I hope you do well on your test today, you've been studying really hard. I believe in you!" He kisses me on my forehead before hugging me. "Y/n/n and...Chan?" Felix looks slightly upset  but I smile lightly. "Thanks Channie, I have a go. I'll let you know how my test goes."

Third POV

Felix didn't know what to think about it seeing Y/n and Chan being so close. He was used to her always being with him and even talking to him. He's been avoided and ignored for the past two weeks making him feel lonely without her. He misses her and he might just be missing her more than he thought. "Oh hey mate, what's up?" Felix frowns at his friend. "Are  you and her...?" Chan laughs lightly seemingly amused. "You'd like to know wouldn't you? She loved you and you were so blinded by Mirah who already has Jisung that you couldn't see the wonderful person who loved you all along."

Felix sighs as they walk away from the classroom. "I miss her Chan, I realized that my day isn't complete without hearing her laugh or smiling at something I said or me teaching her a Tik Tok dance. I hate the fact I'm the reason she was crying that day and the reason her heart was broken. I didn't want to reject her Chan..." Chan feels stuck between a rock in a hard place. He has started developing feelings for Y/n and he doesn't want to let her go. He knows now that Felix may be reciprocating her feelings but does he deserve her?

"Look mate I'm going to be honest, I really like her and I want to date her...do you love her?" Felix feels torn now because he doesn't want to ruin anything for Chan but at the same time he wants to mend everything with Y/n. "....Mate if you want to date her then I won't stop you. You deserve her more than I do. I'll just ask one thing though, can I apologize to her?" Chan smiles and side hugs his friend. "Of course you can...thanks mate."

~

Y/n

I run out of class to find Chan waiting for me. "Channie I got a 97 on my test! I'm so happy I thought I was going to get a C but no I aced it!!" He hugs me and spins me around. "See I told you I believed in you, I knew you could do it!! Come on let's celebrate your A with ice cream!" As we start walking I feel him intertwine our hands. I smile up at him and he places a kiss on my forehead.

~

"Channie why is he here?" I whisper over to Chan as Felix sits across from us in the booth. "Urm hi Y/n/n...I'm really sorry about before, I was really insensitive to your feelings. I came to realize that I was ignoring my feelings for you because I didn't want to lose you but that's what I ended up doing. I really miss you and I'd like to still be your friend." I look over at Chan who is holding my hand still. "Well I accept your apology...we can still be friends. I realized this week that I can get over you and I think it's best. I like how things are going with Chan so I want to continue dating him."

Third POV

It was in that moment that Felix became Y/n's simp and the tables had officially turned.

A/n:

Okay hey lovelies!! I'm back and my pms are open so you can message me for requests❤️❤️❤️ okay love you guys until next time!

[auderiatan]

Who Are You? (2022)

After 18 years of working as a domestic helper in Singapore, Lisa wants more from life. She seeks help from Sam, the playful but kind-hearted boy who grew up under her care. Meanwhile, her best friend Mirah receives unexpected news from home which sends her into a life-changing dilemma, forcing her to negotiate with her reticent employer Susan. Migrant brother Hassan forms an unlikely friendship with Singaporean rebel Amanda, and begins to discover what he has been needing all along.

In Who Are You? created by the Migrant Writers of Singapore in collaboration with local theatre artists, worlds between migrants and locals collide as they learn to trust, confront and depend on each other. Their intersecting stories delve into questions of identity and longing, and ask how we can truly see each other as fellow human beings with similar hopes, desires, and fears. Over the course of this one-act, Who Are You? attempts to disrupt existing biases while connecting us more deeply in a world that tries to keep us apart.

Migrant Writers of Singapore would like to thank Singapore Repertory Theatre for their generous support with rehearsal venue, Poh Yu Khing for production photography, See Yong Xin for publicity photography and scenic design, Cheng Nien Yuan for dramaturgical feedback and Indonesian translations, and Zakir Hossain Khokan for bringing us all together.

Written & Directed by Sim Yan Ying “YY” Devised with & Performed by Akm Mazharul Abedin, Auderia Tan, Clement Yeo, Ellen Lavilla, Rachel Nip & Sonia Serrenade Sound Design & Op by Jay Ong Props Coordination & Surtitle Op by Philippe Pang

For more information: https://www.esplanade.com/whats-on/festivals-and-series/free-programmes/2022/red-dot-august/who-are-you#synopsis

[sugarvamgar]

1/4 deity sets + mirah wearing a coat he found and not realizing who it used to belong to

welcome to where im gonna ramble  about funny little deity cards for a bit my god. look at these two <3 mirah is the reincarnate of the deity adomir, and stolas was adomir’s acolyte/best friend and became a deity too just through association and im so <3 theres also mundakh, solomon, and beou, who Also get reincarnated, and Their acolytes who i need to redesign and develop more,, so far its mostly just. a general story concept of “four reincarnates finding out theyre deity reincarnates in the middle of the 1920s and also a war is happening and Everything is fucked. help them. mirah is too young for this he’s like. 10. im very excited for this comic and the fact that most of the first part of the story is just gonna be 4 different stories following each reincarnate going wild and not knowing the fact they even had a past life also cant wait to have stolas sometimes feel bittersweet over mirah doing familiar things, doing things similar to what adomir would do, and going. :’( but also being like. ‘you, small little man, have so much curiosity and want to learn everything and i will do everything i can to help you to learn and to help others’ also last thing but, the four deities represent a Lot more things than these, but its shorter to call it this: mundakh/jericho - deity of clockwork and craftsmanship adomir/mirah - deity of exploration and documentation solomon/soleil - deity of medicine and agriculture beou/oleander - deity of culture and celebration  stolas - deity of knowledge and excitedly infodumping on any given thing when he has the chance

[eyos-interlude]

a playlist for a witch

an anon originally asked about this, but they revealed themselves to be @sweetsweetemo​. he wanted this playlist to be “witchy and romantic” for him and his partner and i am HERE for it. (also ilysm bitch ty for requesting so much!! <3)

this one was kinda hard to make, tbh. I had to think of what type of witchy vibes you wanted so it goes kinda dark and then it goes

WOOMP

Back to lighter, quicker songs.

(also i’d just like to say that i have always admired witches and what they do and as i sit in my grandmother’s home that is full of so many different plants that have all miraculously not died yet, i am struck with the suspicion that she is using some kind of magic. because there is no human way you can life with this many plants and have them all stay alive in the middle of the city. She barely leaves the house i need to ask her how she does it-)

ANYWAYS here’s link

list is under the cut

Almost (Sweet Music) - Our Lord And Savior Hozier

As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese this song is so fucking romantic aldjflahsdlafl

Control - Halsey

Dinner & Diatribes - Hozier

Don’t Look Back - Kissing Cousins ignorethenameignorethename

Flickers - Son Lux

From Eden - Hozier

Glory And Gore - Lorde

Harsh Realm - Widowspeak

Howl - Florence + The Machine

I Love You So - The Walters

In The Woods Somewhere - Hozier i wanna live in the woods somewhere

I Put a Spell on You - IZA i couldn’t help myself

Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore

Lavender Moon - Haroula Rose

Like Real People Do - Hozier

A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard

NFWMB - Hozier *golem voice* yesyesyes

No Rest for the Wicked - Lykke Li

Once Upon a Dream - Lana Del Ray yeah ew ik but the vibe-

Paint It, Black - Ciara

Raise Hell - Brandi Carlile

Rolling in the Deep - Adele

Season Of The Witch - Lana Del Ray I SAID THE VIBE

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Seven Wonders (2017 Remaster) - Fleetwood Mac

She Brought The Sun - Delia Derbyshire Appreciation Society & Donna Lewis

Special Death - Mirah

Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees iconic name

Sunlight - Hozier

When We Were Young - Adele

Witch - the bird and the bee

The Wolf - PHILDEL

you shouold see me in a crown - Billie Eilish her fans annoy me but this song makes me feel like i could overthrow a global superpower

i’m so sorry this came out so late!! but anyways my schedule’s back to semi normal :). feel free to take a peek at my other playlists listed in my blog’s bio, my spotify for some NOT listed on the page or send me an ask!!

[eaudrey35]

Can we discuss this toxic ideaolgy that is ruining the community. So Nick Cannon gave a interview to Howard Stern. Nick said he is having all these babies by different wm cause he could die of lupus. My thing is that is bullshit. Nick of a wealthy man and with proper treatment he can live a good long life. Many people like Beyonce Mirah Carey and others have lupus but they r not having all these babies with multiple ppl. I am sorry but Nick and so many other famous black men and some black men n general don't see how toxic this behavior is how that behavior of spreading ur seed every where is a bad look. Yes Nick has the money to take of all 7 of his kids but it takes more than money. These kids needs emotional mental and physical stability. Nick won't b able to give his kids those things. He won't b able to present every day and night with all those kids reading putting them to bed. Helping with homework the day n and out activities of a father. This is my issue that these men think they r kingdom building when they r kingdom destroying with that crazy mentality. Making 7 different single families is not a good look at all. I wish our community would learn that isn't good and cause u got money doesn't mean it ok r a good look cause as n everything money isn't the only nor main thing.

[kyra45]

To explain how crazysjoji is a scammer, it’s because they originally used that pfp on a now deactivated account where they was going around asking people for money for a funeral but specifically targeted someone who had donated to immariaanszz. The deactivated account was called imjoaaanofficialw.

Does that pfp look familiar? It’s the same one used by crazysjoji meaning they had to already have that image saved for some reason. As for immariaanszz, it was an account who had a post up claiming to be Palestine and talked about how poor the conditions were alongside saying her father had been missing for some time yet all the images she posted were ones she was taking off Facebook. immariaanszz was messaging people asking for money on the spot claiming her friend ‘Joanne Macalam’ was helping her get money.

The issue was the friend had already been seen helping a previous scammer who got called out for stealing images and had also backdated posts to look like an old account. That account was fairyfungirl. Who also got defensive when evidence showed she had been lying to users and had been harassing them for money even when told no. She also targeted me personally and made a blog specifically to try and say I’m a scammer (dedicatedtokyra) even though I was not the original person to call her out for stealing images.

When someone confronted imjoaaanofficialw about immariaanszz asking for proof that immariaanszz was legitimate, imjoaaanofficialw got defensive instead and blocked the user who had already been scammed. Which is funny considering she messaged them first wanting more money for a funeral and would have only known about them if she had interacted with them once before. Regardless, she was adamant that she was just a victim of immariaanszz who just took advantage of her kindness and therefore she was going to block them because they were reasonably angry while claiming she had talked to Marina on Telegram.

In more recent times, the account called samitsposts contacted someone and got them to make a fundraising post for her saying she was in Palestine and tumblr keeps removing her accounts for no reason. She had sent them an ask requesting them to message her privately (An ask she had sent someone else before). Thankfully the user found out the link to past scams and refunded the money sent to the original donators.

However, this makes it seem like Marina is now trying to get other people in trouble and have them get the money so there wouldn’t be a direct link to the ‘friend’ account which is likely her own. She’s just pretending that the ‘friend’ is someone else.

crazysjoji also messaged someone asking them to make a fundraising post for her claiming her name is Mirah (or that her friend needing help is Mirah it’s not really clear since she yelled at a friend claiming she’s just helping someone who had asked for help). What makes this name peculiar is that it’s seen as part of these removed accounts:

samirahssbs | samirahsdb | asamirahsbd | smiirahsaabee | smiiraahsabbee

The images sent to prove she’s legitimate were images that are from other sources. For example, one of the tent pics is taken off someone else’s Facebook page and isn’t an image she took by herself. It’s an image she’s stolen and is trying to pass off as her own. The story she gives about a father being missing is the same one that was used by immariaanszz originally.

crazysjoji has chances to come clean regarding the situation, but instead they won’t. They’ve changed the dates of their very few posts to make their account look old but it was likely only made one day ago as of this post. Further proving they are being deceptive and not entirely truthful as you don’t ‘accidentally’ backdate posts. And if her and Mirah are two different people, it’s still a scam because Mirah is using the same tactic she’s used on other accounts and crazysjoji continues to allow the scam to go on.

Also immariaanszz (the original scam account) blocks actual Palestinian bloggers from any new accounts she makes. Mainly those who verify the validity of someone who is claiming to be in Palestine.

This has been a long post, but feel free to come to your own conclusions. Don’t harass crazysjoji, just move on and take caution. If they message you wanting you to fundraise for them, don’t do it. Do not contact them if they send you an ask requesting private answers. Do not send money to anyone claiming their fundraising for ‘Mirah’ who’s in Palestine with a father missing for months. If you did, please ask for a refund and donate to a verified charity or source.

[luvfrommirah]

24/2/2024

Sorry for the inactivity, I've been pretty busy with school:'[

I've been watching delicious in dungeon and it's a pretty cool anime, it's worth watching in my opinion!

Also this Monday I won't go to school and go for coffee with my friends, it's going to be wonderful!

I've been appreciating walks alone more and more, and I've gotten back into drawing, it's really fun!

Some tips to enjoy walks alone!

Go to cafes! Seriously! No one will judge you! Everyone has their own things going on in life and they wouldn't care about what you're doing in a cafe!

Grab something to eat from a bakery. I understand if you find it pricy sometimes, depending on what you're getting, but even entering a bakery and smelling all of the amazing scents is worth it

Skim through books in a library/bookstore! It's always worth it and maybe you'll find a good read too!

Walk through nature, go to a park you've never been in or a forest if you have one in your area. Connecting with nature is really beneficial for your mental health so it's a good opportunity for you!

Go through a neighborhood you've never been too and look at the houses! Comment on the architecture in your head and think about what your ideal house would look like!

Go to supermarkets and look through the isles! I know it sounds boring but don't knock it till you try it! Smelling candles, looking through the school supplies or, a personal favorite, containers and cookware is so relaxing to me, and I recommend it to you too!

Turn off the music and analyze your thoughts. Maybe psychoanalyze yourself, why you act the way you do, maybe you can help yourself heal!

"Mirah that sounds good and all, but what do I bring with me?"

Well that really depends on your hobbies, but there are definitely some must haves when going on walks alone

A bag to put your stuff in. Obvious, yes, but a good backpack can always be beneficial!

A water bottle! Hydration is really important and if you plan on being out for hours and don't want to spend any money, definitely bring one

Something to eat. It isn't 100% necessary, and it doesn't have to be something complicated, some fruit or a small sandwich is enough.

A book. Finding the perfect spot to read is like a little adventure. Maybe you discover something new in the way. And it always makes every destination 100× more enjoyable!

A notebook. It can vary in size, shape, lined or not. Have it with you to write down your thoughts, doodle something, put things you find on the ground between the pages, write poems, you name it!

And you can't have a notebook without writing equipment! I am an artist so I always carry around pens and my colored pencils!. Though, from artist to artist, it would be best to carry with you the most convenient art supplies, the ones that don't take up too much space in your backpack or can fit in a pencil case.

Headphones. I've never left the house without my headphones. I don't think I need arguments for this one it's blatantly obvious.

A tad bit of money. Don't overdo it tho. This isn't a shopping spree, it's a walk to renew our energy! Personally I like to bring less than 2€ with me to challenge myself into not buying anything, unless I enter a cafe of course!

Hand sanitizer or wipes! If you plan touching a lot of things or are very cautious, these need to be in your backpack. I've dropped my earphones too many times and I needed a sanitary wipe to clean it and I didn't have any, let's say it wasn't pleasant with only one earbud

Walks outside are one of my favorite things to do and I hope I inspired you enough to do the same!I wish you have nice times like these too. May life fill you with happiness and joy, and I hope you have a good weekend/week! 🩷

[ash-the-cache]

Help me boost this post! @mira-yy is a victim of the Beirut explosion and they have organised a GoFundMe.

Here is the link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/23hynesg80

Please help @mira-yy reach their goal! Lend a helping hand!

And lastly, please help all you can, donate as much as you can, and pray for all the victims of the explosion 🙏

[havocmadden]

S I D E  A  —  P R I N C E S S E S  D O N ’ T  C R Y                       L I S T E N  H E R E

                                                                                      S I D E  B  —  Q U E E N  O F  M E A N                                                                                                       L I S T E N  H E R E

princesses don't cry — aviva ❝ cause a princess doesn't cry / a princess doesn't cry / over monsters in the night / don't waste our precious time / on boys with pretty eyes / a princess doesn't cry / a princess doesn't cry / burning like a fire / you feel it all the time / but wipe your teary eyes. ❞

                                                                                                                   the garden — mirah                                                                               ❝ oh oh i really wanted that thing / i just want                                                                                    to sing / ‘i love you baby / won't you bring                                                                                  / all the flowers you / find out in the garden                                                                                 / don't tell me the truth / that your heart has                                                                              hardened’ / but you don't want me anymore /                                                                            how can it be / look what you've done to me. ❞

prom queen — molly kate kestner ❝ god save the prom queen / teenage daydream / just another dressed up heartbreak / god save the prom queen / only eighteen / turned her tears to diamonds in her crown. ❞

                                                                           you should see me in a crown — billie eilish                                                                                ❝ you should see me in a crown / i'm gonna                                                                                 run this nothing town / watch me make 'em                                                                                  bow / one by one by one / one by one by /                                                                            you should see me in a crown / your silence is                                                                             my favorite sound / watch me make 'em bow /                                                                             one by one by one / one by one by / count my                                                                        cards, watch them fall / blood on a marble wall / i                                                                           like the way they all scream / tell me which one                                                                                                     is worse / living or dying first. ❞

hey little girl — sophiemarie.b ❝ i want you to feel bad when you go to sleep / i hope you're sad when you remember me / and feel bad for all you did to me / i hope you lie there in your misery / hey little girl you'll never believe / there's a ghost inside of you / but it's hidden too deep / hey little girl you'll never imagine / when you get a little older / you'll get abandoned / hey little girl you know smoking kills / you don't really care / 'cause you love how it feels / hey little girl you're falling apart / you don't really care /  'cause they broke your heart. ❞

                                                                                                                   queen — loren gray                                                                       ❝ you can call me a princess all you like /  'cause                                                                         you love to keep me helpless by your side / but                                                                        that ain't what i want, i'ma show you / i'ma show                                                              you how to treat me like a queen / boy, you better bow                                                                down on your knees / can i get a ‘yes, your majesty’?                                                                / so treat me like a queen / boy, you better bow down                                                                       on your knees / can i get a ‘yes, your majesty’? ❞

starring role — marina and the diamonds ❝ you don't love me / big fucking deal / i'll never tell you how i feel / you don't love me / not a big deal / i'll never tell you how i feel / it almost feels like a joke to play out a part / when you are not the starring role in someone else's heart / you know i'd rather walk alone / than play a supporting role / if i can't get the starring role. ❞

                                                                                                                       savage — bahari                                                                          ❝ when you touch me you take me to heaven /                                                                 when you hold me my body's a weapon / if you think                                                                 that you can save me, break me down, and tame me                                                                   / here's your chance to do some damage / savage. ❞

i want it all — natalie taylor ❝ i wanted beautiful things / diamond rings, diamonds rings / i get what i want / i live just to get what i want / i want it all. ❞

                                                                                                                           grrls — aviva                                                                         ❝ blameless i'll shatter through the glare / make                                                                        it, take it, they won't share / i can't fake it, i'll just                                                                          make it on my own / i can't blame them, i'll just                                                                          maim them on my throne / i can't fake it, i'll just                                                                       make it on my own / i can't blame them, i just got                                                                        to get to my throne / i am the latest colors, i sing                                                                   the newest songs / i read all the lyrics, so i can sing                                                               along / i am the latest colors, i stand above my throne                                                                               / waiting for an invite to never come along. ❞

white horse — taylor swift ❝ stupid girl / i should have known / i should have known / that i'm not a princess / this ain't a fairy tale / i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet / lead her up the stairwell / this ain't hollywood / this is a small town / i was a dreamer before you went and let me down / now it's too late for you / and your white horse to come around. ❞

                                                                                                            angry too — lola blanc                                                                   ❝ i don't wanna be controlled by the past / boy if you                                                                 were me could you really blame me? / would it make                                                                 you crazy / cause another and another coming up out                                                                  of the gutter / till i'm drowning in an ocean of entitled                                                                   motherfuckers / and they're pushing all my buttons /                                                         but they never seem to wonder why / another and another                                                                  ask each other / does it get your blood boiling / does                                                                 it make you see red? / do you wanna destroy it / does                                                              it get in your head? / cause it gets my blood boiling and                                                       i'm coming unglued / it would hit you like poison if you knew                                                         what i knew / you would be angry too / calm down girl why                                                             you so mad? / why's your heart gone / oh good girl why                                                            you upset? / guess they have forgotten what they did. ❞

dear society — madison beer ❝ diets that i shouldn't try / it feels like social suicide / and honestly, it's cyanide, i'm 'bout to die / been 21 since 17, thanks to all the magazines / man, sometimes, i just wanna scream and break my screen / i'm a natural disaster / but even after all that i do / it's you who's gonna be the death of me / and none of this matters / baby, it's you, it's you / you're bad for my health / i should probably get some help / i can't control myself / i'm addicted to the hell / my heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips / yeah, you're bad for my health / you should hurt somebody else. ❞

                                                                                           i did something bad — taylor swift                                                       ❝ i can feel the flames on my skin / crimson red paint on my                                                     lips / if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing / i don't regret                                                       it one bit 'cause he had it coming / they say i did something                                                 bad / then why's it feel so good? / they say i did something bad                                                   / but why's it feel so good? / most fun i ever had / and i'd do it                                                      over and over and over again if i could / it just felt so good. ❞

last night’s mascara — brynn cartelli ❝ that dude i was kissing / nah, he didn't love me / he was on every varsity team / i need a little attention just to forget you / even though tomorrow no one will remember a thing but now / now i still don't understand how / i've got last night's mascara still on my face / i kinda knew that there'd be trouble / but i did it anyway / i swear i used to be innocent / you held my hand / i don't remember how i got here / i don't remember what i said / but i've got last night's mascara / last night's mascara / yeah, i still got last night's mascara on somehow. ❞

                                                                                       villians, part one — emma blackery                                                         ❝ but my body is bored of being torn apart / and i've done                                                               this to myself / so if you're thinking of stealing the last                                                       love i have / then you're thinking of stealing somebody else                                                    / turn the lights down low / if this is how i go / i'll tell them that                                                     the villains on my list / they're what turned me into this / so i'll                                                     go / i'm better off alone / run and tell them that the villains on                                                                    my list / they're the reason i've been pulled so low. ❞

homecoming queen — kelsey ballerini ❝ been so good at smiling / most of your life / look damn good in the dress / zipping up the mess / dancing with your best foot forward / does it get hard to have to play the part? / nobody's feeling sorry for ya / but what if i told you the world wouldn't end / if you started showing what's under your skin / what if you let 'em all in on the lie? / even the homecoming queen cries. ❞

                                                                                                                        castle — halsey                                                         ❝ i'm headed straight for the castle / they wanna make me                                                        their queen / and there's an old man sitting on the throne /                                                  that's saying that i probably shouldn't be so mean / i'm headed                                                 straight for the castle / they've got the kingdom locked up / and                                                  there's an old man sitting on the throne  / that's saying i should                                                    probably keep my pretty mouth shut / straight for the castle. ❞

little girl — faith marie ❝ take a walk, clear your head, breath in, count to ten / cause on the first page of life written in red / you'll never make it here if you don't learn how to bend / don't speak unless you're spoken to, little girl / someday you will find your place in the world / but ladies don't get dirty / someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with empty faith. ❞

                                                                                            burn the witch — emma blackery                                                               ❝ i'm a liar, i'm a bitch / and you and i have unfinished                                                               business / narcissistic hypocrite / and i'm petty as hell                                                 but at least i admit it / blow my phone up, say i'm crazy / i know                                                 know what you've called me lately / it's time to burn the witch. ❞

princess — fletcher ❝ we've all been told when we were little / we could grow up and live a fairy tale / but no one ever bothered telling us that / the storybook ending never started out well / why's there always gotta be a hero? / what if cinderella had to save herself? / it's not like we don't need a little help / but maybe it's a good thing to go through a little hell. ❞

                                                                                                            don’t make me — melinda                                                              ❝ never was built to be this way / but turns out the villain                                                            is fun to play / your hollywood romance, extra and sappy,                                                          but / spoiler alert: the ending ain't happy / eggshells crack                                                           beneath your feet / the ugly truth is bittersweet / so dress                                                              it up in fancy clothes / but we both know how this goes                                                                                                  / don't make me be the bad guy. ❞

[shadowsong26fic]

yo.

Soooooo yeah. I know I’ve been kinda least-in-sight lately and have a very overdue Precipice chapter in the wings, etc., etc. Uh, basically, my BB got behind and then a little bit away from me. Deadline is not an issue in terms of completeness, but it’s gonna be quite a bit messier than I like at this stage in an event like this. Well, I’m planning to Power Through over the weekend and hopefully I’ll get more tweaking done than I expect? We shall see.

ANYWAY. I don’t know how March will look--more on that in Monday’s Coming Attractions post, of course, but work will get SUPER BUSY, along with other ongoing challenge commitments--but I’m still hoping to start posting my regular fics again? Lol. At least finishing Arc Seven so I can move on to Promises and Preludes because I’m super excited for some of the stuff happening there.

But for now, since I know I haven’t posted much lately, and because I’ve been rereading the Valdemar series so it’s been on my mind, I’ve decided to share some more from my Jedi of Valdemar AU! Specifically, this is the Ginormous Timeline of Doom that covers everything from, like, two years before Anakin gets to Haven to Leia’s kids’ generation getting Chosen, etc. (working in a Blended Canon because that’s how I roll) Obviously, this includes many spoilers for the AU in question--and also, because I like to keep certain plot points/character beats consistent, a few things for other fics. Also, this is an admittedly niche-appeal crossover with a fair amount of self-indulgent stuff in here JSYK.

Let’s see, what else...oh! Those of you who read the Family of Spies AU will recognize some OCs from there. One of them actually technically originated in the Valdemar AU, even. Nikolai and his brothers, who get mentioned here, are OCs of mine who in the regular timeline/galaxy are Kallus’s sister’s sons.

Also, Much Much Credit to Roommate TK for serving as a sounding board/helping with brainstorming/letting me use some of her OCs in this XD

I think that’s all the disclaimers I need so...here we go! Feel free to comment, question, etc., on anything in this post or whatever else you’re curious about!

Valdemar AU Rough Timeline (covering 64 goddamn years; including ages and broken into three arcs because easier to count, etc.):

[ARC ONE]

-3 – Obi-Wan is Chosen (by Hondo) - Obi-Wan is 13; Padme is 11; Anakin is approx. 6; Bail is 15; Breha is 14; Palpatine is 40

-2 – Padme is Chosen (by Sabe) - Obi-Wan is 14; Padme is 12; Anakin is approx. 7; Bail is 16; Breha is 15; Palpatine is 41

-.5 – Padme’s parents and Mace are killed; Bail is Chosen as Queen’s Own; Palps becomes Lord Regent/Lord Protector (I haven't decided which title I like better yet) - Obi-Wan is 15/16; Padme is 13/14; Anakin is approx. 8; Bail is 18; Breha is 17; Palpatine is 42/43

0 – Anakin arrives in Haven after being Chosen by Ahsoka - Obi-Wan is 16; Padme is 14; Anakin is approx. 9; Bail is 18; Breha is 17; Palpatine is 43

2 – Obi-Wan is put into full Whites - Obi-Wan is 18; Padme is 16; Anakin is approx. 11; Bail is 20; Breha is 19; Palpatine is 45

3 – Padme is put into full Whites and Palpatine’s regency ends with a deceptively smooth transition of power - Obi-Wan is 19; Padme is 17; Anakin is approx. 12; Bail is 21; Breha is 20; Palpatine is 46

5 – Bail and Breha marry - Obi-Wan is 21; Padme is 10; Anakin is approx. 14; Bail is 23; Breha is 22; Palpatine is 48

6 or 7 – By now, the OT3 and a select few in their inner circle know that this is a Lifebond situation (not that they’re doing anything about it until Anakin, at minimum, has his Whites/finished his internship/etc., but they’re Aware and planning their futures with that in mind) - Obi-Wan is 22/23; Padme is 20/21; Anakin is approx. 15/16; Bail is 24/25; Breha is 23/24; Palps is 49/50 ((Note - I am going with an OT3 lifebond here for several reasons, including the fact that I don’t think Obi-Wan would be a very good Companion for Anakin (i.e., it would go like canon/Gala and Tylendel and No One Wants That), and this still showcases their extremely tight connection and also I like the OT3.))

8 – Anakin is put into full Whites; Dooku leaves Court and begins stirring up Trouble; discussion of when/who Padme should marry picks up/starts in real earnest. - Obi-Wan is 24; Padme is 22; Anakin is approx. 17; Bail is 26; Breha is 25; Palps is 51

9 – The civil war officially erupts - Obi-Wan is 25; Padme is 23; Anakin is approx. 18; Bail is 27; Breha is 26; Palps is 52

10 – Anakin loses his arm - Obi-Wan is 26; Padme is 24; Anakin is approx. 19; Bail is 28; Breha is 27; Palps is 53

11 – Dooku lays siege to Haven; Anakin and Ahsoka sneak out of the city and kill him - Obi-Wan is 27; Padme is 25; Anakin is approx. 20; Bail is 29; Breha is 28; Palps is 54

11 or 12 – Padme and Anakin marry (and make a similar private vow/commitment to Obi-Wan; Anakin gets the legal title because Obi-Wan emphatically does not want to be King, but doesn’t think he could refuse the responsibility if he was Padme’s legal spouse even if the Council/etc. would let him. Also Anakin becomes Weaponsmaster’s Second somewhere in here, but not 100% sure on exact timing, but almost certainly before the wedding.) - Obi-Wan is 27/28; Padme is 25/26; Anakin is approx. 20/21; Bail is 29/30; Breha is 28/29; Palps is 54/55

14 – Leia is born; her parents are not 100% sure who her biodad is but don’t particularly care. - Obi-Wan is 30; Padme is 28; Anakin is approx. 23; Bail is 32; Breha is 31; Palps is 57 ((Note: Luke is Leia’s Companion, as I’ve posted before, which is why he’s not here :D))

16 – Lavinia is born 2 years after Leia; her mother dies in an accident shortly thereafter - Obi-Wan is 32; Padme is 30; Anakin is approx. 25; Bail is 34; Breha is 33; Palps is 59

[ARC 2]

-4 – Leia is Chosen (by Luke); Lando and Amilyn arrive in Haven as Bardic students - Obi-Wan is 43; Padme is 41; Anakin is approx. 36; Bail is 45; Breha is 44; Palps is 70; Leia is 13; Lavinia is 11; Ezra is 12; Lando is 15; Amilyn is 12; Kanan and Hera are 25ish

-2 – Ezra is Chosen (by Ventress because the Kingdom clearly needed a little Pure Chaos) and joins Leia’s inner circle - Obi-Wan is 45; Padme is 43; Anakin is approx. 38; Bail is 47; Breha is 46; Palps is 72; Leia is 15; Lavinia is 13; Ezra is 14; Lando is 17; Amilyn is 14; Kanan and Hera are 27ish

0 – Kallus defects and comes to Haven with Zeb; Lando goes off on his Journeyman period - Obi-Wan is 47; Padme is 45; Anakin is approx. 40; Bail is 49; Breha is 48; Palps is 74; Leia is 17; Lavinia is 15; Ezra is 16; Lando is 19; Amilyn is 16; Kanan and Hera are 29ish; Zeb and Kallus are 35ish

1 – Pellaeon becomes Lord Marshall; Lavinia is Chosen (by Thrawn) and exposes her father’s crimes; Palpatine flees Valdemar (going West, discovering he has a latent Mage-Gift, and meeting Mother Talzin); Kanan is blinded as Palpatine has his minions try to kill the three people responsible for his downfall (Kanan, Lavinia, and Pellaeon) - Obi-Wan is 48; Padme is 46; Anakin is approx. 41; Bail is 50; Breha is 49; Palps is 75; Leia is 18; Lavinia is 16; Ezra is 17; Lando is 20; Amilyn is 17; Kanan and Hera are 30ish; Zeb and Kallus are 36ish; Pellaeon is 50

2 – Zeb and Kallus get their first kids; Ezra is put into full Whites; Amilyn goes on her Journeyman period - Obi-Wan is 49; Padme is 47; Anakin is approx. 42; Bail is 51; Breha is 50; Palps is 76; Leia is 19; Lavinia is 17; Ezra is 18; Lando is 21; Amilyn is 18; Kanan and Hera are 31ish; Zeb and Kallus are 37ish; Pellaeon is 51; Orryn and Mirah, are approx. 5

3 – Han meets Lando and is Chosen (by Chewie); I’m guessing Jacen is born around now, too? - Obi-Wan is 50; Padme is 48; Anakin is approx. 43; Bail is 52; Breha is 51; Palps is 77; Leia is 20; Lavinia is 18; Ezra is 19; Lando is 22; Amilyn is 19; Kanan and Hera are 32ish; Zeb and Kallus are 38ish; Pellaeon is 52; Han is 22

4 – Zeb and Kallus by now have all five kids probably? - Obi-Wan is 51; Padme is 49; Anakin is approx. 44; Bail is 53; Breha is 52; Palps is 78; Leia is 21; Lavinia is 19; Ezra is 20; Lando is 23; Amilyn is 20; Kanan and Hera are 33ish; Zeb and Kallus are 39ish; Pellaeon is 53; Han is 23; Nikolai is 14/15; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 9ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 7

5 – To the delight of their friends, Han and Leia finally start sleeping together and there is substantially less UST floating around - Obi-Wan is 52; Padme is 50; Anakin is approx. 45; Bail is 54; Breha is 53; Palps is 79; Leia is 22; Lavinia is 20; Ezra is 21; Lando is 24; Amilyn is 21; Kanan and Hera are 34ish; Zeb and Kallus are 40ish; Pellaeon is 54; Han is 24; Nikolai is 15/16; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 10ish; Mirah and Orryn approx. 8

6 – Lando and Lavinia start sleeping together regularly, but it’s Just Casual Let’s Not Make It Weird - Obi-Wan is 53; Padme is 51; Anakin is approx. 46; Bail is 55; Breha is 54; Palps is 80; Leia is 23; Lavinia is 21; Ezra is 22; Lando is 25; Amilyn is 22; Kanan and Hera are 35ish; Zeb and Kallus are 41ish; Pellaeon is 55; Han is 25; Nikolai is 16/17; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 11ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 9

9 – Shamie tells their dads they want to be a Sunpriest, studying with Chirrut in the Haven Temple; if he hasn’t already, Palpatine decides he no longer needs Mother Talzin and kills her; he starts building his power base/collection of client states in earnest - Obi-Wan is 56; Padme is 54; Anakin is approx. 49; Bail is 58; Breha is 57; Palps is 83 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 26; Lavinia is 24; Ezra is 25; Lando is 28; Amilyn is 25; Kanan and Hera are 38ish; Zeb and Kallus are 44ish; Pellaeon is 58; Han is 28; Nikolai is 19/20; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 14ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 12

10 – Leia and Han get married; Lavinia and Lando finally admit that Okay It’s Probably Not Casual - Obi-Wan is 57; Padme is 55; Anakin is approx. 50; Bail is 59; Breha is 58; Palps is 84 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 27; Lavinia is 25; Ezra is 26; Lando is 29; Amilyn is 26; Kanan and Hera are 39ish; Zeb and Kallus are 45ish; Pellaeon is 59; Han is 29; Nikolai is 20/21; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 15ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 13

12 – Jaina is born; Lavinia and Lando probably Officially Get Married or something - Obi-Wan is 59; Padme is 57; Anakin is approx. 52; Bail is 61; Breha is 60; Palps is 86 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 29; Lavinia is 27; Ezra is 28; Lando is 31; Amilyn is 28; Kanan and Hera are 41ish; Zeb and Kallus are 47ish; Pellaeon is 61; Han is 31; Nikolai is 22/23; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 17ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 15

[ARC 3]

-2 – Anakin dies. - Obi-Wan is 62; Padme is 60; Anakin was approx. 55; Bail is 64; Breha is 63; Palps is 89 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 32; Lavinia is 30; Ezra is 31; Lando is 34; Amilyn is 31; Kanan and Hera are 44ish; Zeb and Kallus are 50ish; Pellaeon is 64; Han is 34; Nikolai is 25/26; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 20ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 18; Jaina is 3

-1 – Obi-Wan dies, then Padme; Leia becomes Queen (Han is also technically King at this point, crowned and everything, but this is generally considered Leia’s reign rather than Leia and Han’s reign as Co-Consorts) - Obi-Wan was 63; Padme was 61; Bail is 65; Breha is 64; Palps is 90 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 33; Lavinia is 31; Ezra is 32; Lando is 35; Amilyn is 32; Kanan and Hera are 45ish; Zeb and Kallus are 51ish; Pellaeon is 65; Han is 35; Nikolai is 26/27; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 21ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 19; Jaina is 4

0 – Bail dies; Lavinia becomes Queen’s Own; Thrawn Chooses Pellaeon (who is a little bit What about the whole thing) - Bail was 66; Breha is 65; Palps is 91 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 34; Lavinia is 32; Ezra is 33; Lando is 36; Amilyn is 33; Kanan and Hera are 46ish; Zeb and Kallus are 52ish; Pellaeon is 66; Han is 36; Nikolai is 27/28; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 22ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 20; Jaina is 5

1 – Elena and Alysia are born - Breha is 66; Palps is 92 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 35; Lavinia is 33; Ezra is 34; Lando is 37; Amilyn is 34; Kanan and Hera are 47ish; Zeb and Kallus are 53ish; Pellaeon is 67; Han is 37; Nikolai is 28/29; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 23ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 21; Jaina is 6

2 – Baby Anakin is born - Breha is 67; Palps is 93 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 36; Lavinia is 34; Ezra is 35; Lando is 38; Amilyn is 35; Kanan and Hera are 48ish; Zeb and Kallus are 54ish; Pellaeon is 68; Han is 38; Nikolai is 29/30; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 24ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 22; Jaina is 7; Elena and Alysia are 1

4 – Palpatine starts his real push at the Border and so there is War; Lavinia and Rolan go to work building a network through his client-states; Kallus has probably taken Cassian on has his Second by now - Breha is 69; Palps is 95 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 38; Lavinia is 36; Ezra is 37; Lando is 40; Amilyn is 37; Kanan and Hera are 50ish; Zeb and Kallus are 56ish; Pellaeon is 70; Han is 40; Nikolai is 31/32; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 26ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 24; Jaina is 9; Elena and Alysia are 3; bb!Anakin is 2; Cassian is 35ish (maybe a bit older?)

6 – Jaina is Chosen (by Winter) - Breha is 71; Palps is 97 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 40; Lavinia is 38; Ezra is 39; Lando is 42; Amilyn is 39; Kanan and Hera are 52ish; Zeb and Kallus are 58ish; Pellaeon is 72; Han is 42; Nikolai is 33/34; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 28ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 26; Jaina is 11; Elena and Alysia are 5; bb!Anakin is 4; Cassian is 37ish

6/7 – Final battle with Palpatine; Lavinia’s diplomacy fragments his army; Ezra and Ventress and their Semi-Controlled Chaos carve a path; Leia slays him on the field - Breha is 71/72; Palps was 97/98 (but doesn’t look it because Magic); Leia is 40/41; Lavinia is 38/39; Ezra is 39/40; Lando is 42/43; Amilyn is 39/40; Kanan and Hera are 52/53ish; Zeb and Kallus are 58/59ish; Pellaeon is 72/72; Han is 42/43; Nikolai is 33-35; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 28/29ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 26/27; Jaina is 11/12; Elena and Alysia are 5/6; bb!Anakin is 4/5; Cassian is 37/38ish

8 – Poe is Chosen (by Baby/BB-8) and comes to Haven; Breha has probably passed away by now but I’m not sure exactly when - Leia is 42; Lavinia is 40; Ezra is 41; Lando is 44; Amilyn is 41; Kanan and Hera are 54ish; Zeb and Kallus are 60ish; Pellaeon is 74; Han is 44; Nikolai is 35/36; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 30ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 28; Jaina is 13; Elena and Alysia are 7; bb!Anakin is 6; Cassian is 39ish; Poe is 14

13 – Lavinia dies; Finn and Rey are Chosen (by Shaak-Ti and Rolan, respectively) and come to Haven; Rose comes to Haven and she and bb!Anakin enter Healer’s Collegium at the same time - Leia is 47; Lavinia was 45; Ezra is 46; Lando is 49; Amilyn is 46; Kanan and Hera are 59ish; Zeb and Kallus are 65ish; Pellaeon is 79 (and has Retired by now); Han is 49; Nikolai is 40/41; Julyta probably the same or a bit older(?); Shamie is 35ish; Mirah and Orryn are approx. 33; Jaina is 18; Elena and Alysia are 12; bb!Anakin is 11; Cassian is 44ish; Poe is 19; Finn and Rey are 13; Rose is 11

Not in the timeline because Space (and also too many additional characters/ages to add): - Anatole and Ziya probably get married somewhere around when Leia and Han do (year 10 of part 2); he’s 22/23 and she’s about Nikolai’s age. Pavel goes into the Guard at roughly the same time, at 18/19; serves with distinction during Palpatine’s invasion; transitions to spying/covert ops type stuff somehow, working as an agent for whoever the Herald Spymaster is at this point (maybe Cassian? Doubling as Weaponsmaster (when said position is filled by a Herald) makes a lot more sense than doubling as Monarch’s Own, and those are the two we’ve seen…plus it would make sense with Cassian’s canon backstory.)

- Sergey, Alexsi, and Sofya are probably born in reasonable intervals over the next 10 years; Sergey will eventually be Chosen. Spellings on the boys’ names are still subject to change.

- Irene is still a Healer; though she’s a few years younger than bb!Anakin and Rose, probably 4 or 5 when they enter the Collegium.

- Bodhi and Jyn are still a big ol’ question mark (though I'm leaning towards her being the Companion and him the Herald?).

- Baze and Chirrut are around Kallus and Zeb’s age, maybe 5-10 years older. Chirrut is the Priest in the Haven Temple; Baze is retired Guard and currently a blacksmith.

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Dungeons Dragons Alignment?

-juun here-

I revisited posts I reblogged/liked and (re)found this easy to understand explanation about alignments. I think it’s fun to apply them to both team AURM and team GOLD, so here goes. :))

Team AURM

Anya Lyre - Chaotic Neutral

Knowing rules only to figure out any loophole or any possible way to bend them. Anya is more than willing to break rules and defy/disobey the one who gives her/her team order in favor of her/her team’s well-being.

Ulm Thornman - True Neutral

A follower, almost has no particular interest except trying to be helpful. As long as it’s not against his own belief (which is more Lawful/Good than Chaotic/Evil), Ulm will tag along and do his best.

This is why writing your route in the VN is very difficult, Ulm. orz

Rhodo Manthus - Neutral Good

Disobeying rules more because he forget or doesn’t know them, but will follow it if needed (for example, in a game; Rhodo is a gamer). Rhodo often fights with Mei because he think she’s too strict with rules to the point of annoying. 

Mei Schnee - Lawful Good

Following laws and rules (almost) perfectly, textbook-based, “perfect forms” type person. Mei, no wonder, disagrees a lot with her Chaotic Neutral partner.

Team GOLD

Gray Bovinus - Lawful Neutral

Following rules to keep out himself and his team out of trouble. Gray thinks a lot about other people and wants to keep them safe, but his teammates get into trouble a lot.

Ochre Dresden - Lawful Evil

Textbook person and a selfish little guy. Ochre’s contribution to the team is because he’s part of the team and if the team fails, then he fails too and he doesn’t want it to happen.

Writing your story, Ochre, is also difficult. orz

Delima Mirah - Chaotic Good

“I’m bored, let’s get mischievous” type that can really get annoying, though never actually break any rules/laws. Dee cares about her teammates and does what she can to help Gray sorting out problems within their team.

Spoiler without context: two Chaotic people cannot get along too well :))

Li Belladonna - Neutral Good

Following rules as much as needed (for example, following strict diet and training) and will break them without thinking if her teammates/family is in danger. Li is that simple.

Spoiler without context: Li so simple that she could be easily tricked into doing something “almost criminal”. :O