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myriamas · 5 months
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who: @baashirdayne when and where; flashback thread following baashir and myriam's huge argument in which he left dorne. during his time away, his mother invites myriam to the starfall ball; where baashir did not know she would also be attending. at this point time, mors is still alive.
she did not know what irritated her the most. the invitation that had come on her desk, a personal slight from the bitch that had once considered her too dusky of complexion for her son, or the fact that her origins remained what she deemed questionable. or the look of utter deadpan shock and exhausation that came over the face of baashir dayne when he saw, after so many years, myriam allyrion adorned in shades of saffron and tangerine. amidst a sea of shades of purple.
she did not run through the crowds through crowds of colour now; now she sat, and looked the ruling lord of starfall in the face with wide, kohl lined orbs within his own home. when he came to her and quietly asked in her ear for them to talk, she felt a strange blend of emotions. hurt, still. she remembered the way their voices had raised at one another, when she begged him not to fault her for what she had to do. and he had said the same. and now they were here.
the pair wandered from the hall, and she followed him up the spiral staircase she hadn't climbed up since she was seventeen. her anklets jingled. she did not dress conservatively as was common in starfall: thee was no shawl covering the curves of her cinnamon coloured skin where her choli and her skirts did not meet. she continued to hold the goblet in her hands as they walked, feeling the anger seeping from him. it only made her angry too, but she tried to act as though this did not bother her.
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only it did. she would be forced to watch him marry another. the thought sickened her. she cared not for the hypocrite she was. myriam was a scornful woman, wrathful; and jealous. possessive. she had no right to be, but even in their distance, she saw a story beginning she would end up by ripping out the pages. he slammed the door behind him, no doubt a result of his strength rather than pure lashing out. she stood in the middle, taking a drink, before offering him her goblet.
"you seem tense." she spoke, her tone deep. velvety, as it always was in his presence. she walked around him, having no issue with being in his gaze. just some moments ago he had been talking to other women. talking. and she was married. and she did not care. "between the two of us, i'm the one who can give some marital advice. avoid the bores." her voice was almost taunting, and it was in result of the cups of red wine she had been drinking. "baash."
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amirofmanderlys · 8 months
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who: @calla-lefford what: a continuation of this thread, in a separate post because of tumblr
there were inklings of moments where the second son of house manderly could feel his patience almost being tested, as he waited by the open door with his hand attempting to hold it open; for with the way the wind had picked up, he knew should he let go, it would immediately swing shut. there came a moment where he looked upon the briefest of interactions, where the flame haired woman seemed to immediately push herself away from the guard that seemed ready and able to push her directly into the establishment he were basically hanging out of; he found himself wondering if it were normal for guards to put their hands upon the noble women they were supposed to be protecting in the westerlands.
he thought briefly of his own sisters, how much they had been in the company of guards, and the thought of a guard putting their hands on them even roughly for a moment was enough to cause him ire. how much power did even guards have over women in the land of elegant savagery?
"it is no issue, lady lefford." amir spoke, as the lady raised her hands to protect her gaze as she crossed the threshold of the establishment: his gaze remaining fixed upon the guards that seemed to follow her. he could tell they were leffords by the symbols they adorned on their armour, and his gaze flickered back and forth from the establishment, to calla, and then to them. almost as though he could see the seeds of this story being sewn; she had already been the subject of much gossip if what his older sister had told him was correct, and for her to find herself within what appeared to be a dornish tavern with a northern lord would be something else entirely. "unfortunately i know not how long we'll be here. consider this my first sandstorm." amir spoke with a sense of civility and fluency for a northern lord, no doubt reflected by the manderlys close association with the south.
all knew of it; and yet none doubted they were truly northern at heart.
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he let go of the door when it were time for the guards to enter, turning on his heel and making his way further into the establishment. he had not expected them too to come inside. as he heard them follow, he turned toward them once again, a look of perplexion crossing his features. "how is it you intend to inform lord lefford his sister taking refuge here and not dead in the sand?" he demanded, remaining fixed in his position as he looked towards the guards. his temper was already on the shorter end, and with the way westerlanders often looked down upon he north, he knew it would not be long before this establishment was forced to witness something as tumultuous as the winds outside. he looked toward calla lefford, half wondering whether she were ready to send them back into the sandstorm. or if she preferred for them to stay. "you are in reputable hands, my lady. regardless of this tavern we've found ourselves in."
for he had taken a seat casually, despite feeling entirely out of place in where they were. he looked around, trying to ensure they were not in a brothel of some sort. that would be a disaster. "were you too making your way back to the old palace?"
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opbackgrounds · 1 year
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This is unironically one of the most important things Oda has ever written
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Candela Obscura: Needle & Thread is about, if it is about anything, parent-child relationships and the desperate desire for a closeness in the face of a yawning chasm of separation, physical, emotional, or both.
Sean and Margaret, the creature and mother, Nathaniel and his father, Jean and hers, Allison and Lucas. Even Beatrix and the child she never had, transferred onto Sean. (Marion is the only major character who does not fit neatly and completely into this pattern, despite the brief look at his relationship with his father.)
That desire for closeness—even when there is immense strain in the relationship, even when that desire has been suppressed into more of an involuntary instinct—escalates over the chapter until incredible violence is being committed in an effort to reduce these distances.
These parent-child relationships are even weaponized repeatedly in the finale. Sean takes the deal to save his mother. The person in the cage observes that Nathaniel's father never liked him as a device to rattle him and his father's face is worn to force him to hesitate. Violet lashes out at Jean before she dies by telling her that her father was happy when she told him that Jean was no longer going to visit.
There is so much longing for a parent or a child in this chapter. Sean wants to be with his mother again, and Margaret wants her sons. Nathaniel craves his father's love, and in the end, his father reaches for him. Jean grieves for her father. The creature wants to be with their mother, and their mother is distraught when her child is killed. Beatrix is wistful for the child she did not have. Much of Lucas's screentime is devoted to missing his mother, and Allison misses her son terribly.
There is also much to be said about sibling relationships here: Sean and his brothers, Nathaniel and his, the creature and their sister. Sibling dynamics inform the relationship between Sean and Marion, and Sean and Nathaniel. That's not the focus of this post, though.
I believe that it is specifically this web of parents-children and the various distances in their relationships that really is the core of the chapter. This is about a desperately intense, even violent, desire for a closeness in those relationships and the willingness to do basically anything to overcome the distances.
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zuzu-draws · 10 months
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About time I see something on my TL that is not blatant Sukuna slander.
I feel like this Quote tweet in addition to the given thread perfectly summarises why a character like Sukuna intrigues me so much. He's like a complex puzzle piece we've yet to solve. An enigma of conflicting sides.
Despite my best efforts i still can't picture his backstory and motivations fully yet. I just hope that whatever Gege has planned for his backstory, it thoroughly shoves my heart through the meat grinder :') Hopefully, it is well thought-out and ties in nicely with his character. It's about time we get to know why he turned out the way he has. And i am DYING to know what Sukuna knows about "Love" ..
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neverevan · 6 months
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Wip Wednesday 🎄
I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon and @rainbow-nerdss mwuah 💛
Welp a little later than usual but here I am! And uh apparently I added another Christmas fic to the pile because why not lmao but it's just a real short one and I'm aiming for it to be posted this week. 🫡
He was just about to decide what kind of disgustingly greasy takeout food to order, when the door clicked open behind his back.
He turned to see— Eddie. Because of course it was Eddie.
“Hey,” he said gently, shutting the door behind himself and Buck knew it was a little irrational right now, but it still warmed his heart that Eddie came and went like this; that he knew no matter what, he was always welcome here.
“Hi.” Buck gave him a weak smile over the brim of his beer bottle, unsure of what to expect.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
“Why, did uh did I not seem okay?” Buck scoffed, just falling short of casual.
Eddie averted his gaze almost guiltily before pinning Buck with a knowing look. “No.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Buck took a long swig of his beer with a grimace.
“You know it doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Uh no, Eddie, I really don’t know that.” Buck drawled and put the bottle down on the counter top with a loud clink.
“Bu—”
“Eddie, you’re leaving the 118. That- that literally changes everything!” He spread his arms widely, as if he could indicate just how much of that everything covered.
✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie
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wangxianficrecs · 6 months
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Threads of Love by OnlyMeAndMyBones
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Threads of Love
by OnlyMeAndMyBones (@galexibrain)
M, WIP, 61k, Wangxian
Summary: Thirteen years ago, Lan Zhan came to Germany to study classical music and found his first true friend. Ten years ago he returned to Shanghai, heartbroken after a horrifying accident left Wei Ying with life-changing injuries and destroyed their friendship and budding romance. Today, he comes back to Germany - to teach, not to study. But when he and Wei Ying meet again by sheer chance, he realizes he has much to learn after all. (The main story is complete with chapter eight - additional oneshots may be added in the future) Kay's comments: This story is such a delight, because I love modern AUs but I'm so tired of modern AUs set in America. Instead, this story is set in Germany! It's also just a very lovely story that I really enjoyed a lot. There's many parallels to canon and Lexi wrote that the Golden Core transfer inspired this story, since the loss of a Golden Core can be seen as a disability. Wangxian here meet again after ten years apart, both struggling with different things and I really liked how they reconnected and Lan Wangji's POV was just a huge treat. Also a story for fans of Yunmeng Siblings love. Main story is complete, but marked as incomplete. Excerpt: The door opens. “Sorry for the delay I hope you didn’t wait too-” They stare at each other in shock, Lan Zhan and the man at the door. He has long hair, tied back with a crimson red scrunchie. He is wearing dark blue pants and a matching shirt with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Lan Zhan still knows this face like his own. It has lost something of its adolescent softness over the past ten years but it retained a youthful glow, making the man look more like in his twenties than his early thirties. Doctor Vay is the first one to regain his speech. “Hello, Lan Zhan,” he whispers in Mandarin, looking down at the file lying in his lap and humming with distracted amusement. “Heh. Shawn Lan. I should have known.” Then, he comes in and closes the door behind him. Lan Zhan’s voice has left him. Suddenly he seems to have forgotten each of the languages he knows. His tongue is glued to his teeth and he knows he looks like a fool, standing there with his lips parted.
pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, disability, disabled character, disabled wei wuxian, angst with a happy ending, flashbacks, ableism, racism, medical procedures, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, sharing a bed, doctor wei wuxian, musician lan wangji, teacher lan wangji, yunmeng siblings feels, good sibling jiang cheng, minor or backgroudn relationships, qin su/lan xichen, blood and injury
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everymadara · 11 months
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Chapter 622
#naruto#madara#madara uchiha#uchiha madara#hashirama flashback#+ hashirama#[FBI looking through my laptop voice] why the fuck have you been looking at this and crying for the past 3 hours#Also fun fact: I used to not really like the language of ''revealing your guts'' I felt it was just very ugly and un-poetic phrasing#But I've come to appreciate it in the sense that it conveys a pretty thorough idea of vulnerability that reveals a lot of how Madara#perceives it.#His phrasing of revealing vulnerability is incredibly visual; people quite literally opening themselves up for him to see. Related is how#his greatest discomfort is people standing behind him. You know. where he can't see them.#Also most Uchiha characters having common motif threads related to their eyes.#In Madara's case they're tied specifically to how he'd like to have full awareness and understanding of what's around him; and by extension#he'd like to have a measure of influence over them.#Something standing where he can't see it though he knows it's there is the most vulnerable position he can imagine himself in.#In multiple different ways! In this particular panel it's mostly related to trust and emotional vulnerability.#Which is a very fun character trait to have when you grow up in the conceiling yourself and backstabbing profession#And you are also very fatalistic and under the impression that people just can't change#you WOULD think the only solution would be if everyone could just magically rip themselves open
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🎶Why the fuck you lyin🎶
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citricacidprince · 3 months
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Everytime I see those fandom redraws of that “Never kissed anyone before | Is expecting kiss with tongue” meme I’m violently thrown back to my middle school days where that EXACT thing happened to me and I shudder in horror
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idlenight · 10 months
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I found a different Sidestep profile with more details in the depths of my files and trough the magic of googling also traced back the source!
I've updated it to River's current stats and spruced it up a lil to share.
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neuroticbookworm · 7 months
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I'm not gonna lie, this scene
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took me back to this scene
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which is a canary-in-the-coalmine signal in my books.
Egoistical fathers don't have a change of heart in a matter of minutes. Docile wives don't become rebellious at a drop of a dime.
Most of these shows tend to get the pain and suffering inflicted on the characters due to familial trauma extremely right, but can never seem to achieve a satisfying yet relatable healing journey for them. And the ones that get it right end up on the top of the genre and become milestones in the media landscape.
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opbackgrounds · 1 year
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The idea of laughter is one of the more subtle themes throughout the series. We’re introduced to all these characters with weird laughs and think it’s just another quirky world building element, but it builds into one of the pillars of the manga. People who are free tend to be people who are able to laugh. The ridiculous, the absurd, the ability to smile aren’t just central to One Piece’s identity, but to the Big Idea that Oda’s trying to convey. It’s no accident that the first time we really see Robin laugh marks the beginning of her first real friendship
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pastafossa · 1 year
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I’m curious, are we ever going to find out what happens to Jane’s parents? Like, was she taken from them or if they were killed trying to protect he, or if they gave her up, whether it was under unknown circumstances or they knew what was going to happen to her?
(PS THANK YOU FOR WRITING ONE OF MY FAVORITE STORIES OF ALL TIME I’VE LOST COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I’VE GONE BACK AND REREAD IT TO FEEL BETTER SO THANK YOU SO MUCH)
YOU ARE VERY WELCOME FRIEND ANON, ALL MY LOVE TO YOU!
We're going to find out some of it, yes! Some with Anthony and some when White Coated Asshole finally rolls into town! We'll find out what experiments potentially went on before Jane was born (implied in the last chapter), how she was taken, and if her parents/family know she's alive (and how much they knew about what was going to happen). Essentially we've been locked for a while into 'how much does Jane know?' and she knows relatively little about her family. But soon we're going to start running into people who do know, and from there, a lot of it will start to unravel, including the question of, 'are her abilities natural or man-made?'
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retrograderesemblance · 2 months
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RP Tierlist
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tagged by: @smiletimeisrunningout <33 tagging: @timeguardians , @anoseforrottenapples , @widowshill , @noiranamnesis , @richardxoliverxmayhew , @laviexenrose , @brooklynislandgirl , @apurekindness , and anyone else who wants to do this!
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yume-fanfare · 1 month
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clown crown really did all that
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