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Irene Dunne (The Awful Truth, Theodora Goes Wild, My Favorite Wife)— The first time I saw her in Theodora Goes Wild she struck me dumb because who is that BEAUTIFUL woman being so funny and clever??? She was primarily known as a dramatic actress (and believe you me those are muscles she can FLEX, Penny Serenade hurts my feelings) but she’s also one of the funniest screwball leading ladies I’ve ever seen. Her films with Cary Grant are especially charming, but all her characters have this knowing quality in the heart of them that’s so intriguing, and her screwball girlies have this freedom to go after what (or who) they want that is delightfully subversive. I want to be her, I want to fuck her, I want to see every movie she’s ever done, she is a brilliant actress and she is my dream woman.
Devika Rani (Achhut Kanya)—She was grandniece of Rabindranath Tagore (laureate). She was sent to boarding school in England at age nine and grew up there. After completing her schooling, she joined the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA) and the Royal Academy of Music to study acting and music, at a time when aristocratic women did not enter showbiz. She studied filmmaking in Berlin. It is well known that she underwent training at the UFA Studios in the art and technique of acting under Eric Pommer, and other aspects of film production including costume and set designing and make-up, under eminent directors like GW Pabst, Fritz Lang, Emil Jannings and Josef von Sternberg. She is also reported to have worked with Marlene Dietrich. She had a multi-faceted personality and took on many responsibilities of film production at Bombay Talkies, a studio that she co-founded with Himanshu Rai in Mumbai in 1934. She often took care of hair and make up, supervised set design and editing, scouted for new talent and mentored them. She was the face of Bombay Talkies, and also the reason behind the political and financial backing the studio received, at a time when even women from red light districts refused to work as actresses. She was the first recipient of the Dadasaheb Phalke Award, when it was instituted in 1970.
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Irene Dunne:
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irene excelled in screwball comedies, musicals, melodramas...she could do it all. she often played elegant society ladies and brought sparkling charisma and poise for days to anything she did, and sang like an angel (she pursued opera before going into moves), her rendition of jerome kern's "smoke gets in your eyes" in roberta moves me to tears every time.
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A fantastic star of screwball comedies Irene Dunne is an undersung hot woman in my opinion. She rose to fame in her roles alongside the likes of Cary Grant, and was usually the funniest person in her movies. And the hottest.
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She's snarky, and quick, prone to rolling her eyes, and eager to trip her counterparts up. In short, she was a devilish, charming, problem of a woman in many of her films, the pinnacle of hotness.
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She’s so gorgeous and funny and her way of acting is so fresh and timeless! She’s the complete package of hotness to me with her talents, humor, and, of course, hot looks. I named my left tit after her to hopefully attract even a smidgen of her beauty and charm.
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Devika Rani:
Achhut Kanya (1936) is the only one of hers I've seen but hot DAMN
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Bloodbang Chronicles
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Chapter 1
Series summary:
Five years have passed since the confrontation with the Netherbrain. Astarion and his warlock lover, Asmodea, are living it up in Baldur’s Gate, running a cabaret. Their life of decadence and debauchery seems idyllic, until Asmodea’s patron disrupts it with a proposal. One that seems too good to be true. One they cannot refuse.
Pairing: Astarion x Original Female Character
Genre: Humor / adventure / smut (not all in this chapter), with all the usual Astarion-related elements along the way, without getting too heavy
Rating: Explicit
Chapter word count: 2,700
Updates weekly if I can help it
This is a post-game continuation of my bardlock series, which was mostly written in 2nd person POV, with the OC referred to as “Tav” where they had to be named. Rest assured it’s been about Asmodea all along. You can consider the oneshots a prequel. I will still add on to them until I’ve covered the in-game events.
AO3 | Overall masterlist
Thank you @brabblesblog for beta reading! ♥
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“It’s not my bloody problem you’re bored,” the woman muttered, coming down the backstairs and into the kitchen. 
She wore a silk kimono robe, red hair in a dishevelled bun, traces of yesterday’s makeup still smudged under her eyes.
“And I just woke up, how exactly did you expect me to entertain you while I was sleeping anyway?” she continued.
At times dealing with her patron felt like handling a petulant child. What a disturbing thought… She wasn’t particularly fond of children, petulant or otherwise.
Other times, the patron raved like a lunatic, or lectured her like a child, or just giggled maniacally, or, on occasion, even shared surprisingly astute and helpful observations or advice.
But just then, she wished it would simply be quiet, or better yet - gone from her head entirely, at least until the pounding subsided.
Last night had been… a bit much.
I’m getting too old for this, she thought idly, before brushing the thought aside. Being a half-elf, it was another 100 years or so before she really had reason to worry about her age. Provided nothing killed her by then, of course.
She poured herself some coffee from a pot mercifully brewed by the kitchen staff just earlier. They were used to the hours she kept.
“Can’t you go play with the other fey..? Torture some elves, turn some mortals into trees and then piss on them, or whatever it is your kind do? Shoo!” She hissed at her patron, turning into the bar section of the establishment. It was only mid-afternoon, a few hours still before it opened. Perhaps she could enjoy some peace and quiet there, alone with her coffee.
“…she must work here…” she overhead a hushed murmur coming from a nearby booth. Lifting her eyes from her mug, she saw two faces peering at her in curiosity.
Two young faces, plastered with paints and powders with the vigour, determination and skill of little girls that had just gotten into their mothers’ makeup bags for the very first time. No doubt they tried to sneak in early to avoid paying admission. 
Again? she rolled her eyes inwardly. Very well. Watch this, then.
“Ah! You must be here for the interview?” she asked brightly, approaching the booth.
There was, of course, no interview, and the two girls - a blonde and a brunette - simply looked at each other, no doubt wondering whether this was a good lie to try to latch on to. They weren’t thinking very quickly, as they still hadn’t managed to produce any response by the time the woman made herself comfortable in the booth with them. At least they didn't seem to question the idea of being interviewed by a hungover loon in a dressing gown. It may have been the norm in this establishment, for all they knew.
“Um… Yes.” The blonde finally spoke, taking the bait that was offered. “We’re looking for work in the evenings, perhaps? We’re from the academy, you see…”
“I see…” the woman hummed, sipping her coffee. “First years?”
“Third”, the brunette said proudly.
Old enough to be here then, at least.
“And so you’ve come here,” the woman stated. “May I ask why? Shouldn’t you be tutoring other fine young ladies? Or perhaps scribing? Anything that’s not so lowbrow, really.”
She continued to sip her coffee, waiting to see what they would come up with. Their cogs were turning painfully slow, to her disappointment.
“Oh no, not at all…” The blonde stammered. “We’ve heard such wonderful things about the owners.”
“Have you now?” The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “What have you heard?”
‘Wonderful’ was hardly a word that might ever have been used to describe anything about them.
“Is it true that the proprietor is a vampire?” the brunette blurted out, finally, as her friend glared at her.
Ah, there we go, to the point at last…
“Why do you ask?” The woman smiled into her mug.
A figure appeared behind the bar as she spoke. It moved silently, wrapped head to toe in a maroon silk sheet, searching through the bar’s selection of wines. The girls did not see it, both facing the opposite direction.
“Well…” the brunette perked up. “We’ve heard some rumours… And wanted to know if they were true. …And whether what they say about vampires is true.”
“Oh? What do they say?” The woman leaned in conspiratorially.
The brunette bit her lip, suddenly unsure whether to continue. The woman found herself growing impatient.
“What is it you really want to know?” She asked, leaning a little further in, penetrating the brunette with her gaze. “You can tell me.”
Something in the swirl of the woman’s irises enticed the girl. Yes, of course she could tell her. She was a friend.
At this point the blonde had spotted the telltale bite marks on the woman’s neck, and was quite unsubtly staring at them whilst elbowing her friend.
The brunette ignored her, instead leaning in as well, to whisper.
“For example, is it true that being bitten by a vampire is like…” here she paused, looking a bit flustered. Clearly despite her enthusiasm some words were just too much for her. “Is like… a little death?” she said finally, in a hushed, wide-eyed whisper, as her friend sighed in disbelief and coloured.
“Would you like to find out?” the woman whispered back, before raising her head to call out to the shrouded figure. “Astarion, there are some young harlots here to see you.”
“More harlots?!” Astarion groaned in mock exhaustion, picking up a goblet and making his way to the booth with his choice of bottle. “What is a man to do with all these harlots?”
The squeal both girls let out did nothing for the woman’s headache.
A ray of sunlight snuck past a partially drawn curtain and pierced the air between Astarion and the booth.
“Ugh,” he huffed, pausing before the ray. “Darling, do you mind..?”
“Of course, love,” the woman said, before flexing her mind to pull on a multitude of telekinetic strings. Instantaneously, curtains all around the room pulled themselves closed, shutters slammed shut, and a multitude of candles ignited to light up the space.
Settling in the booth on the other side of the two girls, Astarion finally allowed the sheet to slip off his head and halfway down his torso, revealing his alabaster skin and sculpted muscles. He seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the sheet draped around him. The stunning effect would have been ruined somewhat had anyone noticed the fluffy pink slippers on his feet.
Astarion poured himself the wine, pointedly ignoring the girls, before reaching for the woman’s hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.
“May I?” he purred. Having obtained her assent, he pierced one of her fingers with a fang, to drip a few drops of blood into his wine.
It was only then the woman noticed that, quite uncharacteristically, the blonde was staring at her rather than at Astarion.
“Madam Asmodea…” the girl whispered, in awe.
“‘Madam’?!” Asmodea scoffed. “This is a theatre, not a brothel!”
Astarion finally deigned to look at the two dolts in the booth.
“Well… These ones are fresher than the musty harlots from yesterday. Unspoiled and virginal…” he mused, sipping his wine. “You are a virgin, are you not?” he directed at the brunette.
The girl merely sputtered and coloured.
“No matter,” Astarion sighed, shaking his head.
“Do we really want to go through all that trouble again so soon, my heart?” Asmodea said, wearily. “All that blood…” she groaned theatrically.
“Hmm… Do you think it will be too soon to order another mattress?” Astarion said innocently, swirling the wine in his goblet.
“Absolutely, the supplier is already getting suspicious, and so are the removalists.”
“We’ll say I couldn’t keep down a boar I’d drained again.”
Both girls were growing increasingly more agitated by the second, on the verge of hyperventilating as much as their unnecessarily tightly laced corsets would allow.
“It’s not just that,” Asmodea said, pushing her coffee mug further away from her. Once the girls finally broke out of their stupor and fled, they’d no doubt run through her side of the booth, and she didn’t want anything spilled on her robe. “There’s two of them again, the blood will leak all the way through the boards, we’ll need to have the entire floor redone as well - do you remember what a hassle that was?”
“You’re right… Shall we take them straight to the dungeon then? That way the incinerator is right there once we’re done,” Astarion said with a malevolent grin.
At last, the girls made a run for it, screaming. Thankfully, they both opted to topple right over the backs of the booth’s seats, tripping over their skirts several times before scampering up and finally making it back out through the door. With another push of her mind, Asmodea slammed the door shut behind them, blocking out the sun. She really needed to start taking it easy, she thought, the exercise took more effort than usual.
Still in their seats, Astarion and Asmodea shared a look of pure mischievous mirth, before bursting into laughter.
“Gods…” Astarion chortled. “This never gets old.”
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Five years had passed since the confrontation with the Elder Brain.
Astarion was a wreck once the insane ploy he had been pulled into was over.
Once he could finally stop worrying about survival or what the next day might bring, once he didn’t have to wallow in uncertainty anymore, once he could stop running on pure desperate instinct, he suddenly found himself not knowing what he wanted, or even who he was.
No Cazador. No tadpole. No immunity to the sun. Not a single thing to call his own, and not a clue about what he wanted to do for the rest of the eternity which had miraculously been afforded him. Nothing but the weight of the past 200 years. And, despite all odds, his lunatic bard-turned-warlock love. Still by his side.
The pair had initially travelled with Halsin for some time.
The decision was made not least because they thought it prudent to try to steer clear of the 1,000 or so newly freed spawn which Astarion had personally lured to Cazador, until they had dispersed into the Underdark. His siblings had offered him a spot at the top of whatever hierarchy the vampires would end up falling into, but he declined. It would likely have ended as a death sentence - if not for him, then for Asmodea.
As for Halsin - the druid had proven to be an island of comfort and stability for both of them, having grown close, very close in the time they spent together in the Shadow-cursed Lands and Baldur’s Gate. Asmodea had also simply found it nice to let someone whom she could trust take charge and make decisions for a change, which Astarion was certainly not in the right state of mind to do at the time. 
But, it wasn’t long before Halsin began talking about taking care of orphans, and generally having a bigger and better heart than Astarion and Asmodea felt they had any right to lay any claim to, and it was time to part ways. They returned to Baldur’s Gate.
By that point Asmodea had a plan. As well as all the perks that came with emerging from the group’s final battle as the ‘hero of Baldur’s Gate’.
It started as a dingy, underground (quite literally) gambling den. Anything to pretend that there was life in the shadows, and that keeping to night hours was something people did as a matter of course.
The gambling den expanded into a pub. Which expanded into a tavern with a small stage, attracting ever-changing artists and acts.
The venues continued to move, change and grow, until eventually the pair boasted a sprawling establishment named The Dancing Siren, comprising a bar, restaurant and theatre, with private rooms on the top floors.
Asmodea didn’t much care for the bar and restaurant, but rather operated them out of necessity and for convenience. Livestock with fresh blood was delivered to the doorstep, keeping Astarion sated. They didn’t even need to set up a front for it.
The theatre, on the other hand, was Asmodea’s pride and joy. The pinnacle of what she had once dreamed of, but never thought she would have the means to realise.
The shows were pure debauchery - lewd comedy, song and dance; the performers clad in ostentatious costumes, all feather boas, lingerie and sequins.
Entering the theatre was like stepping onto a different plane, one set in a perpetual haze of smoke and perfume, decorated in vulgar, flamboyant decadence.
Astarion had started as an observer, a bemused witness to his lover’s vision coming true.
Despite his initial scepticism, he was gradually pulled in more and more, perhaps spurred by his own penchant for theatrics and craving for attention.
As time passed, he found himself directing, assisting with costumes, and occasionally performing or stepping in as the master of ceremonies, when the need arose.
He had an undeniable talent for choreography.
He also looked sinfully good in a corset.
If Astarion ever regretted his choice to forego completing the ritual in Cazador’s stead, it only showed in his lamentations at being unable to unleash legions of wolves on disorderly guests, or to turn into mist in the face of tax collectors. 
Throughout the five years, Astarion’s identity as a vampire remained the worst kept secret in Baldur’s Gate. It was never quite publicly admitted, of course, but neither was it denied. The Duke’s personal protection guaranteed that he would be undisturbed, at least by the authorities, and at least as long as he ‘behaved’.
There was never any shortage of fools who were willing to throw themselves at him, should he desire variety in sentient blood, anyway.
Life was a beautiful gilded cage of the pair’s own construction. The door was perpetually left open, but why would they ever leave..?
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Asmodea sat at her vanity, getting ready for the night ahead, when an external presence filled her mind once again.
“HOW LONG WILL YOU CONTINUE TO SQUANDER MY GIFTS ON IMPRESSING BUFFOONS WITH CHEAP PARLOUR TRICKS?”
She winced at the intrusion.
“Use your inside voice, dear, there’s no need to shout,” she murmured, continuing her preparations. “You are more than welcome to vacate my mind and take your gifts with you - I don’t owe you anything, and there is sufficient sorcery in my blood for moving curtains and lighting candles.”
Her patron came and went as it pleased. She could feel its presence when it was observing. She knew it could see through her eyes. She knew it was aware of each instance of her calling upon its powers. She chose to speak out loud to it, when she could. That seemed to place a divide between their communication and her thoughts.
Five years with hardly a need to use the magic granted by the fey creature. Still, it stayed with her.
“So you say. And yet, you continue to uphold the contract yourself. Asmodea.”
“How does the saying go? Better two birds in the hand, than discovering you can no longer set fire to the bush?” she countered.
The presence snickered.
“Yes… Always grasping and never quite reaching. Always running. Ignoring. Pretending. Denying. You said it yourself... Tell me, little one, what need have you for the birds, when fire is what you yearn for?”
“Do you even understand what you’re going on about, or are you just saying words?” Asmodea murmured, lining her eyes.
“Your senses dull, your mind frails, your muscles weaken, your body softens-”
“Lae’zel..? Has it been you this whole time..?!” She mused.
“Your powers weaken, your very essence decays.”
Asmodea tossed her brush onto the vanity and locked eyes with her own reflection, glaring at it as she might have liked to at her nameless, faceless patron.
“What the fuck do you want?” she spat.
“A new deal.”
“I am more than happy with our current arrangement.”
“Are you..?” The presence chuckled.“And what if I told you, that I can give you more..? That I can lead you to that, which you desire most? That I can help you resolve your predicament?”
She continued to stare at her reflection, narrowing her eyes, drumming her fingernails on the tabletop.
“I’m listening.”
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Round 2, Match 59: Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime
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Fukuzawa Yukichi: The entire detective agency (in order of acquisition— Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai, the Tanizaki siblings, Kenji, Atsushi, Kyoka)
Optimus Prime: Bumblebee, then depending on continuity, Cliffjumper, Smokescreen, Arcee, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, the Aerialbots, Sari Sumdac, Jack Darby, Miko Nakadai, Raf Esquivel, and possibly others
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Fukuzawa Yukichi:
1. “At about 32 he used to be an bodyguard for hire who only works alone then he met this 14 year old (Ranpo) who had no parents and was kicked out of the police academy. He ended up feeding him (I think Ranpo was homeless at this point not 100% sure tho. He is also a genius estimated iq as high as 200) and said he would help him free of charge (bodyguard) if he called. He ended up getting called and investigated something with him. Ranpo saw the world very plainly and cried to Fukuzawa about how scary it is. Fukuzawa helped Ranpo realize that not everyone is pretending not to know things they literally don't know what he does (big issue with Ranpo partly what he was crying about too i think. They have an entire episode (i think it's the first one in the 4th season) devoted to their backstory together which is black, white, and gray when it's from Ranpo's perspective until Fukuzawa helps him realize this and it turns colored. Fukuzawa ends up deciding he wants to create a detective agency (working with others!) with Ranpo not yet tho we still have one more kid first. Later when Fukuzawa's doing a bodyguard job he along with Ranpo end up rescuing a girl (Yosano!) from the man he was guarding (future mafia boss currently a doctor). Yosano ends up becoming a doctor for the detective agency when it's created. After it's created he ends up taking in another 14 year old (Kenji).
He also loves cats and has shoujo anime-esque cherry blossom flashbacks with his old childhood friend who asked him if he wanted to go to fight in war with him, Fukuzawa denied his request. They also have a like 15 min soft-lighting conversation while watching their memories of their childhood together in the latest ep.”
2. “This man literally created a whole detective agency for this one really smart boy (Ranpo) and taught him that he wasn't the one in the wrong but everyone else when he couldn't understand people. Then, he saves Yosano from the trauma this other guy was inflicting on her and brings her to the Agency. The Agency basically becomes the place where all his kids are. His special ability lets those in the Agency control their abilities so Atsushi and Kyouka don't have to be afraid of their out of control abilities anymore. He cares so much for all of them and during the Cannibalism arc when his life is literally on the line, they do everything in their power to save him.”
3. “My guy just CANNOT stop adopting kids. He went from lone wolf assassin to Dad of Many. His first (adopted) child, Ranpo, basically forced him to adopt him (he was like “I’m a teenager with no family or home. You GOTTA adopt me. Because I say so.”) From there he kept accidentally adopting every orphan he came across. Honestly the detective agency is more like a glorified orphanage except they let their kids carry guns.”
4. “A former Goverment assassin who stopped once he realized he was starting to enjoy killing people, Fukuzawa is looking for a job when he bumps into Ranpo, a genius capable of figuring out any mystery, who can’t understand how the world works. Taking Ranpo under his wing Fukuzawa tries a white lie that Ranpo has a special ability and manages to let Ranpo interact with the world without fear for the first time in years since he can know understand the problem wasn’t everyone acting like they couldn’t figure out things but that no one was as smart as him. They found the Armed Detective Agency specifically to use Ranpo’s abilities to help people and to have jobs.
He then saves Yosano from Mori, his ex something who after using her special ability to heal any injury as long as the person is about to die during the War, wanted to use it take control of their local mafia. Instead Fukuzawa and Ranpo rescue her and let her recover from her trauma and come into herself.
He then goes on to provide a place for Kunikida to fulfill his ideals, Dazai a place to do good after his own past in the mafia, Kenji a place to help people, Tanizaki and Naomi (siblings that don’t seem to have any guardians) work to support them, and Atsushi a place to work on his own trauma by protecting people. Fukuzawa later let’s Kyouka, another defection from the mafia, stay and work at the agency so she can help people and not have to kill them anymore. The entire Armed Detective Agency live in dorms that Fukuzawa provided. He also is very protective, putting everything on the line to help members of the Agency escape any danger he knows of. Like when Atsushi is kidnapped he bribes Ranpo to find him and sends Kunikida to rescue him. He sees any danger to the agency and its members as something for him to stop.”
Optimus Prime:
“#VOTE OPTIMUS HE'S THE DAD OF ALL TIME AND HAS ISSUES”
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sharkaiju · 1 year
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Me at my favourite characters: "I project onto you because I love you"
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Nothing beats the Umbrella Academy tag on AO3 in 2019. Everything was just Klaus and Viktor healing, Five getting the recognition he deserves, and Luther getting a slap in the face for how he treated his siblings in season 1.
Also every single fic was either an AU where the apocalypse was averted, or they all traveled back in time to their teenage bodies and teamed up against Reginald like the badasses they are.
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unrealisticallyyours · 2 months
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i'm extremely sick and i had a fever dream where thomas from the maze runner and stiles stilinski from teen wolf swapped bodies and the main two things i remember were thomas freaking out because he was in an actual house and stiles trying to figure out why his hair wasn't sticking straight up and i fear that i have to write an actual fanfic about this now
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boxedivy · 2 months
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no hesitation
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ohmyoverland · 2 years
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okay maybe I’m biased, but did it bother anyone else how literally none of the characters acknowledge that Harlan /is/ like family to Viktor? When they’re deciding whether or not to give him to the Sparrows it’s always “Harlan saved our lives” or “Viktor owes Harlan for giving him powers”. Not “Viktor partly raised him” or “Harlan is like a son to Viktor”. Family is soooo important but Harlan doesn’t get to count?
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frankensteinboobies · 2 years
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cAn I sEe SoMe idEnTiFicAtiOn?
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communistkenobi · 1 year
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every criticism of academia on here makes me want to become an institutions defender which I don’t want to be but man you guys don’t know what you’re talking about
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rotisseries · 7 months
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yk that military kid camp i went to? gone for like a week? there were so many homeschooled kids it was crazy. and people that skipped grades. like a 14 yr old is a junior and this 15 yr old is starting freshman in college. made me feel 1) dumb 2) better because i feel like i am inherently less awkward and less socially inept than the average homeschooled kid. i do feel bad a little bit. not a lot.
you are less socially inept than the average homeschool kid I promise. this includes me unfortunately. also don't worry about whether or not they're smarter than you I promise something is still wrong with them
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hamilgodd · 5 days
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Doriane Pin the one true savior of Mercedes AMG F1
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asexualastarion · 9 months
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Lycanthropy noun (ly·​can·​thro·​py)
Filed under: disease, monstrous; monster, bestial; Lycan, Order of the.
A disease in which infected individuals become able to physically transform at will into an animal, usually a mammalian predator (wolf, bear, tiger, etc.). Infection occurs through either a deep bite wound or through the consumption of lycanthropic blood.
Infection is incredibly painful, and can be fatal to weaker individuals.
Individuals infected with lycanthropy gain immense speed and strength; experts estimate lycanthropes to be a Threat Level Eight. Approach with extreme caution. Effects of lycanthropy also include heightened agression, irratability, and violence.
A now defunct Bloodhunting Order, the Order of the Lycan, was said to purposefully infect initiated Hunters with lycanthropy as a means of increasing their hunting prowess. The Order collapsed due to unknown causes, likely as a result of the side effects of the disease.
-- definition taken from The Bloodhunter's Guide to Combating Monstrous Creatrures, fifth edition.
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symphonyofsilence · 1 year
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My thoughts are with those drivers who were involuntary participants in Klaus & Reggie's bus ball and now have to live with the weight of having killed someone on their conscience.
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eikaronswelt · 2 years
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Is anyone else extremely annoyed at how they handled Claire's obvious non-existence
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Allison has a time travelling brother, knows there is an entire agency dedicated to changing the course of history via making specific changes and has witnessed their actions, has time travelled *herself* and that isn't even going into the fact that time travel and time travel paradoxes have featured plenty in literature and pop culture.
And yet she doesn't break down the second Five says "this is a different timeline and we were never adopted by Reginald in this reality", she just naturally assumes her daughter still exists anyway?!?
By all means have her say she just needs to be sure and go there to check and not be ready to accept it until she sees it with her own eyes because we're only human and that is a normal reaction but how does she not realise the high likelihood of Claire's non-existence right away?! How is it even remotely unexpected?!? Honestly the constant surprised Pikachu face about Changes in the Past Having Consequences in the Future by everyone but Five is getting grating but at least characters like Luther and Diego aren't supposed to be particularly fast thinkers. Allison is supposed to be smart ffs!
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iamzoesblog · 2 years
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What if Claire is still affected by Allison’s rumors even when Allison stopped using her powers on her? Allison’s rumors can have a lasting affect on people even if the rumor doesn’t kill them or Allison only rumored them once. It can be less affective if the person is older and/or aware they are being rumored. But Allison has been using her powers on Claire for years until Patrick caught her, divorced her and took custody over Claire. Claire most likely wasn’t even aware of what Allison was doing to her. Viktor was a kid when Allison made him think he was ordinary and the consequences were catastrophic. Though Reginald is mostly to blame for Viktor’s low self esteem issues, Viktor might have caught on to Reginald’s manipulation sooner and possibly fought back against his abuse if the rumor didn’t make him forget about his powers. Even when Viktor’s powers resurface and he remembers Allison rumored him, it doesn’t undo the damage it caused Viktor from childhood to adulthood. Even though Claire is in a more functioning environment than the Hargreeves were as kids, people don’t recover from years of brainwashing without having some mental scars. It’s possible Claire could struggle with knowing her interests and her own identity. She could even struggle with crying or expressing negative emotions. Like hypothetically, Claire is in a situation where she gets badly hurt but she doesn’t cry. She wants to cry but she’s subconsciously holding back her tears. Maybe she struggles with making decisions since a part of her want to do something but another part of her that has been rumored wants to do something else. Maybe she’ll easily falls under pressure. Maybe she’ll form relationships with people who gaslight her, make her think she wants to do something she doesn’t like or feel comfortable doing. Claire could go through a similar scenario from Ella Enchanted, a story about a girl “blessed” to obey every order given to her. It doesn’t matter who gives it to her, she must obey the order whether she likes it or not. It wouldn’t be as extreme as it was in the movie but Claire will get a feeling that some of the decisions she makes aren’t really hers. Hopefully her family will find out about this and get her professional help to reduce the damage of the rumors.
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