#strong-female-character

[doodlingoutloud]

Into The Shadows (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/353850408-into-the-shadows?  In a world that has been turned upside down by nightmarish creatures, Rouya possesses an extraordinary gift that might be able to save everyone. She embarks on a perilous journey to confront the sinister forces plaguing their world. But will she be able to fight for her loved ones and the world, or will the secrets she discovers on the way threaten her love for everyone altogether.

Hey guys! I’ve been working on this new story for a bit. I hope some of ya’ll can find the time to read it and any ideas or critiques wud be more than welcome. Thanksss

[irontigercolor]

My Possesive Female Alpha - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/934545635-my-possesive-female-alpha-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=GyasiaLiburd&wp_originator=9%2BU%2FQaLFAqUMXXT%2BYz2nx3gqXECZyxm0X9Tikjr2m9XN6nY1mY%2F2YfcnethjqgNWLCGDAmWcjoMvknnZ4TI0Ci87cw2SrsJv6nEkk7l7Ja9s2CVu6YzJuyr9mjVzDHrT Mike thought he is alone a werewolf. His parents died in accident..... Living on his own,doing his daily works surbiving another day and defeating rogues. Simple Life..... Until She came.......... The Alpha, what is it?mate?omega? Thinking about supernaturalworld..... And.. How the wolf world works??? Was enough for him. But now............. how,can he bear with an overprotective,possesive and a jealous female alpha mate, which is hell bent on tying him up, to her bed (of course😏) mate with him and to keep him secure from all dangers or from herself. See, Mike overcome his hurdles and learning all those amazing facts about werewolf,cause novel and reality are utterly different....maybe...or not. So enjoy the story.

[wordsmithing-and-worldbuilding]

Knight of the Blue Surcoat is back, and this time with another Orlando chapter . . . and he sure seems like he’s in trouble!

Knight of the Blue Surcoat - Chapter XVII: Orlando Furioso (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1322960859-knight-of-the-blue-surcoat-chapter-xvii-orlando?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OneWinterNight&wp_originator=TGJlLwBbupB%2F31cLcMRfuQxkmCHnmcqak%2FLlTv05EmMlcYsgm%2F3XHsSI6sUAAXXfEd%2BP8Neu82VfHW53gJ2GlWYQjsdO7dJvroJw%2FG9qtfaoDWh4HMv1z9gCjO3%2F3Sg5 Being King Arthur's daughter is not as good as it sounds. Sixteen-year-old Melora has struggled to find her place ever since her brother was trampled to death in a hunting accident. Her father raised her to be a warrior, but Melora isn't allowed to enter the nearby forest to prove herself worthy. She wants to escape, but how can she leave when even the sight of a horse makes her paralyzed with fear? Prince Orlando is expendable. His arrogant brothers and distant father were thrilled for him to leave tiny Thessaly. Orlando heard tales of Arthur's court, where men are measured by their worth. He came to prove himself; he didn't plan to fall in love. Pursuing Melora earns him powerful enemies and endangers them both. When Orlando is cursed to eternal imprisonment in the Otherworld, only Melora can save him and break the curse. Melora must overcome warriors, outsmart kings, and face her deepest fears if she wants to get Orlando out alive. But first, she'll have to get on a horse. *A Retelling of The Adventure of Melora and Orlando*

[edenheaven1997]

To Emilia (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/355609007-to-emilia?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=EDNEHEAVEN Emilia, a 22-year-old Afro-American girl with long black hair, entered the orphanage in Chicago at the age of 12. There, she developed a close bond with Alex, who was abandoned by his parents. Their friendship evolved into a sibling-like love. As they matured and pursued their career paths, they planned to live together in Los Angeles. However, as they were preparing to reunite, Emilia discovered that Alex had taken his own life. Matters grew more complicated when she found out that Alex had hidden many things from her. Did Alex really commit suicide? That's the haunting question she seeks answers to.

[coffeecatcraze]

Why are about 90% of the finale posts I'm seeing about the deer bastard guys come on, Charlie and Vaggie are right there being an adorable badass couple who love and support each other, why isn't the Hazbin tag flooded with THEM

[navi-ja]

DESIRE OF DEPRAVITY -  (on Wattpad)

Like ocean, she drowns me, still I wish to sink even deeper. I would let her ruin me, take me and claim me as her. My body, my heart, my soul, everything; it's her. For her, my goddess. He is like a blazing sun, painting me in all his shades; gloriously. I ache for his touch, that ignite this violent desire, to engulf him whole, into deep abyss of my being. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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[oliviaroseintheendislove]

Found Within Your Lies (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/350221856-found-within-your-lies?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=InTheEndIsLove&wp_originator=sW0P6g9RwwBbvI53OfNBoMtyYJs8owezpsj7rWqE7yBWdAhHrtCge174McZrz3aaV0Sxbuk24cVOkz17s3GjaYzweKsLWvJdj8zjfQN7dAf%2BQ1gCSwxUIyzOclv%2BnCi%2B This is a story about a girl named Aerith Stone who has to go through a living nightmare full of trials and tribulations to find the missing puzzle pieces to her story that hide within in shadows of her forgotten past. Her journey will take her to find many truths that she seeks about her fate and what she is to become, however within these truths are lies that could shatter her. Can she break these chains and end this painful and twisted cycle, or will she fall into damnation?

[alphaghana]

The Freshmen - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1322381913-the-freshmen-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=FrdricvanHaute&wp_originator=I%2BBAsXFLfYepKCtyzOQAqhtwK3P5o15SE2H3ZEuP6WANUbVesCQ2pvNAuU%2BlU3MZ6P3tuP0xlch%2B0qvbr9PEY0AOKmzcRA6BNs0JuMZDouL6y4EeNydItBZ0rWli4nDo Such a close relationship unites them. Yet, they have never managed to reveal their feelings... Back to school, Louvain-la-Neuve, September. In the effervescence of the first days, they find themselves after three months without each other. They were born the same day at the same time, they met at the beginning of adolescence, they appreciated each other, they became the best friends in the world, meeting at every opportunity, at the risk of damaging other friendships. They created little rituals and, above all, they love each other. Probably of an impossible love because, in six years, they confided all their secrets, except this one. Will they be able to confide this secret, so important? Discover the lives of two young students in this novel in the heart of Walloon Brabant, Belgium.

[xorax]

I don’t know how some of you could watch blu eyed samurai and still debate Mizu’s gender like hello ??? media literacy dead ??? Mizu is a woman, that’s the whole fucking point !!!! That’s her biggest crime !!!

Eiji couldn’t care less about her heritage but he literally cut her off when she tried to confess her gender !!!!

Mikio was fine with her being half white but the moment she dared to show him that -as a woman- she was a greater fighter it was over. His ego was irreparably hurt because a woman defeated him !!!!

And he calls her a monster !!!! He calls her a monster because she’s a woman and she’s strong she’s capable she can fight she isn’t submissive and that’s the point !!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Fall from the Heavens

[ dark • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: kissing, angst, arranged engagement, violence, swearing, humiliation, bullying, chauvinism ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He had always felt that he lacked something. Part of him claimed that if a dragon had hatched from his egg, things would have been different, however, years later, he recognised that this was not entirely true.

Aegon had a gift for light-hearted conversation, an ironic humour that he lacked. He kept telling him to smile at last, to get his nose out of his books, that he was boring, perpetually serious and withdrawn. He preferred to spend time with Jace and Luke − they were louder and funnier than him, they understood him, they had dragons, they had what he was missing.

They didn't spare unpleasant comments even to their own sister, calling her a hamster, most likely referring to her rosy, firm cheeks and big eyes.

He could see that she was running away from them crying, but he wasn't going to comfort her. She was a girl, her world seemed to him as distant as Essos, completely incomprehensible to him, filled with beautiful gowns, embroidery and music.

The only thing they had in common was books.

They bumped into each other occasionally in the library, and although at first they simply pretended not to see one another, one day she dared to sit next to him as he looked through the family tree of their ancestors.

"What are you doing?" She asked, placing the large volume on the table in front of them with difficulty. He huffed as the dust that rose with her movement reached his nostrils, out of the corner of his eye he noticed that it was The Great History of Aegon the Conqueror.

He did not reply, turning the page of the book, not knowing why he should explain it to her.

He didn't believe her, didn't trust her, didn't want her.

She was a bastard, though she probably didn't know it herself, wallowing in riches like a princess even though she didn't deserve them.

He didn't want her pity, attention or anything else she could give him.

He didn't want to be her second choice, the place she ran to because her brothers were mean to her; he had his own, in his mind very adult, worries and he didn't want to listen to hers.

"Is this a book dedicated to our family history?" She asked softly, leaning out so that she could see what he was reading. She stood up coming closer to him and he pressed his lips together when he smelled her pleasant scent, some intense vanilla oil.

He felt a tightening and burbling in his stomach at the thought of the cake that smelled similar, which his mother had ordered to be baked for his Name Day a few months earlier.

"Ah, our family tree. Where are we?" She asked cheerfully, as if intrigued, and he sighed heavily, reluctantly flipping forward a few pages, tracing their line with his finger, showing her a place at the very end.

He swallowed loudly as he saw how Laenor Velaryon was written in the space where her father was inscribed, trying not to smile with mockery.

She leaned lower, looking at the area he had pointed at and he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, her cheek right next to his.

He was surprised at how different they were, apart from the obvious fact that he was a man and she was a woman.

His eyelashes were almost white and translucent and hers were black, long, surrounding her shining eyes, making them seem even bigger to him. His skin was pale, thin as parchment when hers was flushed and full of life, her lips plump and moist, her nose shapely and straight, the contour of her face gentle as his jaw was outlined sharply.

And finally, his hair, the colour of Targaryen's, the white she lacked, her luscious black curls falling gently down her back was visible proof of who her father was.

Although he liked to mock her in spirit, he couldn't say she was ugly or repulsive.

"Would you marry Helaena if our King so commanded?" She asked curiously, glancing sideways at his seated figure. He lifted his gaze to her and sighed heavily, figuring that nothing would happen if he spoke to her for a while.

She was simply bored, just like him, and he didn't get the impression that she had come to entertain herself at his expense.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes. I would do my duty as a Prince and son of the King." He said lowly, solemnly, fiddling between his fingers with the page of the book he had just looked at, crossing his legs − even though he was still a child, he was trying to sound and look like a man.

She cocked her head, clearly genuinely intrigued by his statement, a wide smile on her face.

"Are you in love with her?" She asked as if it was obvious, as if she was encouraging him to reveal his little secret to her. He looked at her in disbelief, not knowing what to make of her question. He swallowed loudly, lowering his gaze, feeling his heart pounding fast.

What did it matter?

"Well…she's my sister. Of course I love her." He replied coolly, feeling strange with the words on his tongue, as if there was something inappropriate about them.

"I love Jace too, but I'm not in love with him. There's a difference." She said with a kind of calmness and wisdom that surprised him; she stood beside him looking at him with a gentle expression on her face that consternated him.

Why were they even having this conversation?

Still, her words made him feel a tightness in his throat, a realisation that he understood what she meant, but didn't want to admit it.

The tenderness of falling in love, the poems and the late-night frolicking were the domain of women's imagination, which unfortunately then had to collide with the cruel reality. He was a man, however, and he had no intention of getting into these deep divagations of the weaker sex.

"Don't be naïve. Marriage is not meant to be a pleasure. It is meant to be a sacrifice for the good of the kingdom, to secure its needs." He said dryly, turning back to the page he had been reading earlier, frustrated for some reason by her remark.

She did not speak again, returning to her seat, sinking into reading the gigantic volume dedicated to Aegon the Conqueror.

Although he could have done it in his chamber, he had been coming to the library to read ever since and always met her in the same place. Although they didn't appoint themselves, they both had their assignments until midday and would turn up there to read immediately afterwards, sitting next to each other, exchanging thoughts in passing.

He was afraid that Aegon would see them one day, but fortunately he never ventured into the abyss of the library, few people went there and he felt reasonably safe.

Usually it was she who asked him questions and he was the one who answered her. He felt some sort of empowerment because of this, at last there was someone who appreciated his knowledge and rhetoric, who listened intently to his opinion.

"I would like to be like Rhaenys in the future." She said softly and he looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Rhaenys? What's interesting about her? Visenya could fight with a sword and she rode the largest dragon still alive in this world. If I had a choice, I would marry her." He said without thinking, recognising that it would be wonderful to have by his side a woman who could wield a sword perfectly, with a sharp tongue and temperament, who would be a born warrior like him.

He saw his niece raise an eyebrow in amusement, a sort of childlike joy on her face, her eyes shining.

"Aegon the Conqueror thought otherwise. Out of ten nights, nine he spent with Rhaenys." She said mockingly, as if immensely pleased that she could take the argument out of his hand. He pressed his lips together at her remark and shrugged his shoulders, returning to his reading.

He didn't care what men and women did at night − his mother had told him that he shouldn't bother with it for the time being, and he had decided that there was in fact no need to, until his father called on him one morning.

"− no −" He heard his mother's voice, leaning over the table where the tired King sat, looking at her as if half asleep. "− I do not agree, Viserys, it's not −"

She did not finish, hearing his footsteps and folded her arms in front of her, trying to calm herself, letting out a loud breath. His father nodded at him to come closer, which he did obediently, feeling his heart pounding hard.

His father had never yet called on him on any serious matter.

"I have just been discussing with your mother the importance of our family, of our kingdom remaining united. Although I have agreed that, according to tradition, your sister should marry your brother and not your nephew, I would like you to be the one to bring House Targaryen together anew, and that you should marry the daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor in the future." He said calmly, with each finished sentence tapping his fingers on the table top, as if to add some finality and certainty to his words that he was convinced this was the right thing to do.

"− this is ridiculous − Aemond should secure our kingdom with a marriage to the daughter of one of the lords who can benefit us −" His mother began impatiently, her husband sighed loudly, exhausted.

"And who should receive this honour? The Starks? The Arryns? The Baratheons? No choice would be good, for someone would always feel disadvantaged. Marriage within the family will not outrage anyone on the outside, and will only strengthen what has been strained." He said with conviction; the Queen swallowed hard, shaking her head, finally looking at him as if she was certain he abhorred the idea as much as she did.

"− Aemond, you don't have to agree −" She said in a trembling voice, and he swallowed hard, looking at the stone floor beneath his feet, feeling his heart pounding hard.

Bastard or not, the dragon's blood flowed in her, as it did in him. She didn't despise or mistreat him. She knew what duty and obligation meant.

He reasoned that although he would have preferred to have a female warrior by his side, in fact the idea of marrying her did not reject him. He preferred her to the daughter of some common lord.

In his own way, he even liked her.

He grunted, feeling proud to rise to the occasion and fulfil his father's desire.

"If it is my King's wish, I will marry her, for the sake of the kingdom and our family." He said lowly, looking him straight in the eyes, standing upright, his hands folded in front of him.

He felt a tightening in his throat as his father smiled at him sincerely, for the first and last time in his life.

"So it's decided."

He didn't know how the message had been conveyed to his betrothed, however he could see by the look on her face as she ran into the library, all red with emotion, that someone had made her aware of what had happened and he felt a twist in his stomach.

He was afraid she would make it clear to him that she didn't want him, that she abhorred him, that she had no intention of marrying a man who didn't have a dragon of his own.

As she approached him however her eyes sparkled, she laughed as if she didn't believe it.

"Is it true?" She asked breathing loudly and he swallowed hard, nodding his head, looking at her with wide eyes.

"I'm so happy." She giggled sweetly, warmly, covering her mouth with her hand, as if someone had just given her a wonderful surprise.

He felt some kind of heat in his chest, an affection towards her, a gratitude for her faithfulness, for her devotion, for the fact that she respected him.

He was shocked to think that she would make a good wife.

Aegon laughed at him, not understanding where his lack of objection came from, how he could think that good had happened.

"She doesn't even have an arse or tits." He sneered and he clenched his jaw, wrinkling his brow, looking at him over his shoulder.

"Shut your mouth. Don't speak about her this way." He growled, feeling that her good name was now his as well, and that he had to protect her.

Aegon snorted, shaking his head, patting him on the back piteously.

"My little brother fell in love with Lady Strong?" He asked, forcing himself into a sweet, mocking tone as if he were speaking to a small child, which angered him even more. He slammed his head against his forehead, and he swore in pain, staggering backwards, catching the table, which fell over with him.

"You fucking bastard!" He shouted throwing himself at him, and they began to pound each other with their fists, wrestling with each other on the floor, until, hearing the commotion, a servant girl rushed into his chamber, trying to separate them.

His future wife visited him in his chamber that day, concerned that he had not appeared in the library, raising her eyebrows in simultaneous concern and amusement as she saw him holding an ice cube to his red cheek, a large bruise under his eye.

"What's happened?" She asked as she was accustomed to, without any pleasantries, approaching him sitting in a chair that was, however, too big and his legs did not reach the ground. He just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders without answering.

He had no intention of revealing what had caused the fight − he wasn't going to appear to her as a prince on a white horse who would worship and adore her, as in all those poems she had surely read.

"Does it hurt a lot?" She asked further, and he shook his head. She sighed heavily, taking a single lemon cake from the pocket of her bottom gown, placing it in front of him.

"I know the Queen only allows you to eat sweets after your weekly visit to the Great Sept, but I stole one for you anyway. As a consolation." She said proudly, and he nodded, lifting his gaze to her, involuntarily feeling grateful.

She cared for him without wanting anything in return.

Since they were betrothed, she hadn't asked him for solitary walks, gifts, confessions of love or anything else a lady of her status might desire from the man she was to marry.

"Thank you." He replied calmly, recognising that he could give her at least that much.

She looked around his chamber and he realised that she was in it for the first time in her life. He stood up, setting the ice sack down in the bowl, walking over to his bookshelf, a gift to him from his mother.

"If you wish, I can lend you some. Just pick which one." He said softly, coming to the conclusion that he wanted to be kind to her, that he wanted her to have no regrets about him becoming her husband, to be proud of it.

She looked at him gratefully and took out a book written by the ancient philosopher, Areon, dissecting human dignity and duty. Something about her choice pleased him, the thought that she wanted to understand him.

She pressed the book to her heart and looked at him, her eyes seemed even bigger to him than usual, her beautiful long eyelashes, hair and plump lips shone in the summer light of the day.

He felt a pleasant tickle in his lower abdomen watching her without saying a word.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked so quietly that for a moment he thought he had overheard himself; he felt his whole body tense up, his pupils dilate in disbelief, his breathing quicken, his fingers involuntarily rubbing against each other in a subconscious nervous reflex.

Oh gods.

Should they be doing this?

Was this the right thing to do?

She was supposed to be his wife. From what he understood, husbands and wives did this, as a kind of union and intimacy.

He swallowed loudly, looking at her lips, thinking they looked pleasantly warm and soft; a shiver went through him at the thought that he could feel them in a moment if he wanted to.

He nodded his head.

He watched her vigilantly, involuntarily breathing through his mouth as she stepped closer to him; he was taller than her and leaned in slightly, wanting to make her task easier.

She surprised him when she suddenly lifted up on her tiptoes and her lips pressed against his in a warm, innocent kiss − he felt like his heart had stopped for a moment, the scent of vanilla filled his lungs, her skin delightfully moist and soft.

It felt so pleasant.

She pulled away from him immediately, all red as he was, breathing hard, as if it took a lot of effort and courage from her too, her eyes looked at him dreamy, as if she was waiting for his reaction, but he was unable to get anything out.

"One more time." It came out of him like a weak whisper, like a plea through which he felt the shame overpowering him.

For the first time, someone wanted him.

She smiled before rising on her toes again, this time placing a hand on his shoulders for balance − she pressed her fleshy, moist lips to his for a longer time and sighed softly as he touched her cheek, wonderfully soft and warm. She pulled away from him and closed her eyes feeling him stroke her skin with his thumb, he pressed his forehead against hers, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"Will you come to me at night?"

He had nightmares most of the time at night − usually dreams in which he saw anew the pig that his brother and nephews had introduced to him as his dragon, humiliating him as no one had ever done before. He found that her presence calmed him and that perhaps if she slept in the same bed, he would finally get some rest.

He didn't think about the fact that it might have been at least inappropriate in the eyes of others when under the cover of night she snuck into his chamber, slipping under the thick furs beside him, snuggling up to him. In his mind she was already his wife, and wives slept with their husbands − unless it was his parents.

They lay that night looking at each other with their foreheads pressed together, stroking each other's cheeks, their wordless, innocent confession of affection and need for closeness.

"We are going to have seven children." He stated after some thought, as if he had decided that such a number would satisfy him. He wanted his family to be strong and broad, and also seven were gods, so it had symbolic meaning as well.

She blinked, as if something troubled her in his words, furrowing her brow.

"My mother gets very tired during childbirth and then can't get up for a few days. With the rest, how do we do it?" She asked uncertainly and he shrugged his shoulders.

He had never delved into the ins and outs of the pleasures of the flesh too much − Aegon had said that rapprochements with women were very pleasurable and, as he understood, that was why he couldn't pull away from them, to him, however, what he had was enough.

"We'll find out everything when we're older. Do not fret." He said with certainty, stroking her soft, plump cheek with his thumb and she cheered up, he saw the sparkle in her gaze before her lips stole a soft, warm kiss from him again.

He smiled at the thought that he felt that in her eyes he was a man, the head of their future family.

There had been times when he had forgotten who she was, who her father was, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, the sweet kisses she bestowed on him when they were alone made him think it didn't matter anymore.

Years later, he could not believe how wrong he was.

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[wordsmithing-and-worldbuilding]

Knight of the Blue Surcoat - Chapter XIX: The First Battle (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1337851962-knight-of-the-blue-surcoat-chapter-xix-the-first?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OneWinterNight&wp_originator=Kq4fniBkYCldqGTOHe9qvZhepRnE9Yw51bLW0qX3x5qDjXohJ2%2By1P13KsQkmJa9gcU31qEaU5eRrCY3Ar8oEH%2BuGkyQBGkkCsP4zm7G2kRPeoF5s0d4aCvNyRGP9IOB Being King Arthur's daughter is not as good as it sounds. Sixteen-year-old Melora has struggled to find her place ever since her brother was trampled to death in a hunting accident. Her father raised her to be a warrior, but Melora isn't allowed to enter the nearby forest to prove herself worthy. She wants to escape, but how can she leave when even the sight of a horse makes her paralyzed with fear? Prince Orlando is expendable. His arrogant brothers and distant father were thrilled for him to leave tiny Thessaly. Orlando heard tales of Arthur's court, where men are measured by their worth. He came to prove himself; he didn't plan to fall in love. Pursuing Melora earns him powerful enemies and endangers them both. When Orlando is cursed to eternal imprisonment in the Otherworld, only Melora can save him and break the curse. Melora must overcome warriors, outsmart kings, and face her deepest fears if she wants to get Orlando out alive. But first, she'll have to get on a horse. *A Retelling of The Adventure of Melora and Orlando*

[edenheaven1997]

To Emilia... - Chapter 9 - like a married couple (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1416364010-to-emilia-chapter-9-like-a-married-couple?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=EDNEHEAVEN Emilia, a 22-year-old Afro-American girl with long black hair, entered the orphanage in Chicago at the age of 12. There, she developed a close bond with Alex, who was abandoned by his parents. Their friendship evolved into a sibling-like love. As they matured and pursued their career paths, they planned to live together in Los Angeles. However, as they were preparing to reunite, Emilia discovered that Alex had taken his own life. Matters grew more complicated when she found out that Alex had hidden many things from her. Did Alex really commit suicide? That's the haunting question she seeks answers to.

[kweza]

my main gripe with modernized period dramas is how they awkwardly superimpose modern standards on their female characters. because why am i watching the first episode of the buccaneers (2023) and the main girl acts shocked at how London society behaves. you live in 1870s america. women can't even vote yet. nothing's different there. get it together girlie.