Something something about Eddie Munson and his latinx gf when they can communicate in each other’s language and vice versa and mixing the languages randomly and it just adds to the fun in Eddie’s brain. He wants to make his gf feel comfortable with him to express herself freely, not having to change a part of who she is. It’s him wanting to learn to make her feel loved. It’s reader feeling a new level of intimacy with Eddie cause he’s so open and makes the effort to learn more and speak more fluently.
It’s reader whispering to him in bed with a mischievous tone — “¿qué me vas a hacer?” And Eddie replying all breathless and panting, “everything…”
It’s reader telling Eddie, — “I want you…” and Eddie, with a very thick accent that makes it both endearing and hot, murmurs in between kisses on reader’s neck, “te necesito, mi amor…”
It’s Eddie picking up reader for a date and putting a smile on her face when he casually asks “¿qué quieres comer?” And reader goes, “cheeseburgers, of course!”
It’s reader coming back home to Eddie’s trailer after a long shift at work going — “te tengo chisme!” And Eddie’s golden eyes lighting up all big and bright, with a huge grin on his face as he sits up in bed, patting the space next to him on the bed saying — “SPILL all the gossip — did that guy finally grew a pair and told your boss to go fuck himself?
And my absolute favorite and most indulgent, Eddie nuzzling reader’s chest and putting on his best puppy dog eyes and pout as he murmurs against the soft cotton of reader’s shirt — “¿me haces piojito?” Which is the slang term to refer that he wants reader to massage and scratch his scalp.
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marauders as architecture styles
remus as renaissance - neeerrddd; probably wished the great classics saw him and hoped they were proud of him; values silent independent reading time; gets excited over the golden ratio and symmetry and columns
james as post-modern - if you gave a child a paper and crayons and told them to make buildings but they forgot what you asked of them halfway through and just made whatever; let's stop repressing our feelings u guys; life's motto is have fun!
peter as mid-century modern - it ain't that deep bro; unassuming; "you don't need to do all that" (secretly wishes he could do all that); a repressed catholic virgin if you will; banging taste in furniture, shit taste in structures = don't judge a book by its cover
sirius as baroque - (i am biased and i love them); let's make a statement on every surface imaginable; let's put all our efforts and money to the pursuit of being pretty; oh and add gold. everywhere.
regulus as victorian - combination of dark and mysterious and the desire to be ornate; you would think he'd be gothic, but he just wants to sit on the plush seat in the library of his home, surrounded by unnecessary amounts of ornate moulding and picture frames
pandora as art nouveau - the fluid era not the geometrical one; bespoke everything; fun, fresh, flirty, frivolous; bonus points on her matching the art style of the era too (pandora fanart in an art nouveau style would be so)
mary as islamic - you can't keep your eyes off her; the intricate geometric AND symmetrical patterns, the lofty AND pointed arches; oh you feel hot in the courtyard? we'll put water there babes it isn't that serious
lily as neoclassical - whatever you can do, i can do better; "wake up babes, be so fucking fr"; it girl all-day every day; oh that was your style but she added to it and made it completely her own? yeah, sorry babes, she won, it's hers now
barty as high gothic - as in over the top, go big or go home, i want it so high, oh shit too high i need to add buttresses, "yo what if we put glass in thick ass walls and get risky with them and maybe even have fun with them while we're at it" high gothic
evan as industrial - sleek, lofty, no bullshit; i'm so confident in myself that you can look through me; wdym you're scared of this new construction material? look at me fucking bending it and making tall ass structures bitch
marlene as deconstructivism - nuh uh; fuck it, fuck you, fuck everything, fuck the police; thanks for letting me read the rules, now i'll be breaking them (and look good doing it)
dorcas as art deco - a cultural reset; get you a girl who is elegant AND artful; no one does dark and sophisticated quite like she does; plus she's fun and ornate too? she is the coolest girl to ever walk the campus
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue
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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.
It had been three months already.
Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.
Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.
Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.
But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.
It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.
“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.
“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.
“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.
“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.
Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.
It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).
Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.
“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.
“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.
“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.
It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.
-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-
Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.
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So, between working on my HSR roleplay primers and wanting to roll for characters without spending money/resources on my main, I decided to make an alt account, and I've noticed a lot of lore details I didn't catch before.
Serval makes a passing comment when we reunite with her that she was a member of the Architects, and at the time it's like "oh she built buildings". But no. Serval's a mechanist, not an architect. The Architects (capital A!) are something different.
For those of you not as obsessed with Aeons as I am, Qliphoth The Preservation is the oldest Aeon in existence. The Preservation essentially created sapient society. The Architects are Qliphoth's closest followers. Anywhere there are walls, there are Architects. This is an ancient, holy and sacred profession. Even the IPC, who venerate The Preservation in ways that seem profane to the Architects, employ them in their organization. There isn't a world across the universe that doesn't have Architects. These guys are a big deal, to put it lightly.
Belobog was already a very Preservation aligned culture, akin to how the Xianzhou Alliance is to the Hunt. To join the Architects would be a great and powerful honor; probably the greatest thing to happen to the Landau family this generation. When Cocolia betrayed Serval and ousted her, this was more than just a romantic breakup, more than a severing of sisterhood, and obviously way more than just a dispute over the rights of researchers.
This was an excommunication. She took everything from Serval in one callous strike. Imagine losing all of your accomplishments, your social standing, your faith... all because you discovered the truth. Taken by the one person you let hold your heart in their hands.
No wonder Serval is still angry, even after it all ends.
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