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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter fifteen | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | male masterbation, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, canon typical violence, mentions of death | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 you punish Coryo in your own way and Coriolanus figures out a solution for the snake problem :D

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 hope you guys like this!! <333 please remember to give your feedback, this was supposed to be longer but i decided that what i have planned will be better for the next chapter!

Beta read by the stunning ✨ @nowitsmissing ✨

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The rest of the gala went incredibly well. Being introduced as your partner made the others look at him with newfound respect. He truly had underestimated your value and felt guilty for it. He spent the rest of the night being paraded but it all ended well since even the men who weren't as interested in him before seemed intrigued.

All is well when the end is well.

The night ends with a kiss in front of the cameras. That had sealed the deal. You had truly forgiven him for his mishap now, or so he thought. In the car ride back home you hadn't looked at him. Even if he tried to make conversation with you; you replied with one-word answers.

Coriolanus looks away from you, giving his attention to the Capitol streets instead. It was very boring. He hated it. So he begins to ramble, not caring a bit that you weren't giving him attention. You were forced to listen. He begins from the top, talking about Clemmie and Festus and how they helped him. Coryo adds about Dr. Gaul. Her interactions with him.

He smirks when he sees the angry twitch of your fingers. He begins to talk about some other elite. Some opinions of awe and a few judgemental (even though he had no right to judge).

“God, you can't shut up, can you?” You groan, turning to him. Your hands pull at his suit, bringing him closer to you. You kissed him, but it was more like a sudden clash of teeth. Coriolanus didn't mind, he moaned into the kiss. His hands fisted so they didn't venture on places it shouldn't. He didn't want to make you more mad.

You suck his lower lip. The kiss was messy and sloppy. But it felt so good that Coriolanus refused to separate. He loves how good posca tasted on your tongue. He whined at the taste, feeling drunk by it. “You're mine,” he murmured against your lips.

He doesn't see you rolling your eyes. You replied, “Shut up.” And pulled him into another bruising kiss. Your hand was in his curls, and he groaned into your mouth as you pulled the blonde strands hard. “Dove-” he whines.

It didn't matter to you he felt overwhelmed.

You continued pressing him kisses until he was breathing hard and unable to kiss back properly. His brain was mush, his cock hard and because of the darkness of his pants, the pre-cum stain wasn't visible. You finally lean back satisfied when all he can do is whine pitifully. His lips were swollen, and sensitive. His eyes were closed and he couldn't speak. He wanted to beg for another kiss.

He didn't because he relaxed in his seat, unable to make eye contact with you because of the mess you made of him. You weren't going to play with him any further and he knew that. This was a punishment. His hard cock straining against his pants, wanting to cum was proof of it.

This was his own doing.

“I am sorry,” he whines, his hand pressing on his bulge.

“You're forgiven,” you sweetly lie as if you wouldn't repeat this punishment if he messed up again.

“Here ya go, safe and sound. Good night, Coryo. Sweet dreams,” your eyes drop to his bulge and you smile, “hopefully of me, pretty boy.”

He gets out of the car. Coriolanus stomps the ground, childish he knows but what else could he do? He even lets out a few curses, trying to ignore the ache of his cock. He barely talks to Tigris when he enters home. He tells her thank you for the clothes before he locks himself shut in his room.

He muffled his groan with his free hand, the other hand freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. He begins to stroke his length, dry and fast. Not caring that it's a bit painful. He needed to cum. He whimpers and whines, his eyes watering. Fuck, it burned. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He lets out a satisfying moan before biting his lower lip. He tasted blood but didn't care.

Realizing nobody had listened to the noise, he kept going until finally, his dick shoots out ropes of white cum. He sighs, wiping his lip clean of the blood. Blinking away tears of relief. You turned him into such a mess. Only you could do that. He now realized he could never make the same mistake he did today.

He was yours.

And now everyone in the Capitol with a TV knows it. He takes off the suit and showers. He changed into his pajamas and led himself to bed.

When he dreams, it's of course about you.

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Snow's in the auditorium, the morning starting slow. Something had happened, and he received multiple condolences. Felix Ravinstill was dead, it was a public announcement that happened earlier when he still hadn't come to the auditorium. The reaper kid had torn off the flag and used it to cover dead bodies. A gesture with a great impact. The impact was ruined because of what the rebels had previously done and Dr. Gaul took advantage of it.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes as he sees the highlight footage of it. He has to admire the way Dr. Gaul used his classmate's death in this manner. She made it seem like it had much more importance than the death of the tributes. When it was all just the same. Coryo lets this thought wander in his mind.

His attention to the screens snaps back when he sees Coral’s pack gathering all of the remaining water bottles in a circle. Snow realized if anything was distracting the pack, it would be a perfect opportunity for Lucy Gray to secretly poison the water. He hoped Lucy Gray was smart enough to realize this too.

He encourages (tricks) several of his classmates to send food, telling them their tributes are smart enough not to get hurt. When brought up about Jessup, he refuted that the boy was sick anyway. A few mentors who felt pity for their tributes didn't need much convincing. They send several drones of water and food distracting the tributes away from the vent Lucy Gray was hiding in.

Lucy Gray takes the hint! She slips out of her vent, she's careful as she drugs the water and the surrounding food. It was barely seen by the camera. If viewed by the naked eye, it would look like she was eating the food. Coriolanus smirks, though the feeling of triumph is short-lived.

He soon thought of a line that Dr. Gaul had said during the broadcast. The enemies will be seeing a rainbow of destruction. The snakes! Dr. Gaul will be releasing the snakes into the arena. Fuck! He has to do something soon! He knew that the snakes don't react to familiar scents and he had a handkerchief stained with Lucy Gray's tears.

It has to work.

Coriolanus thought of an insane plan but there's no other way. He needs to do it if he wants Lucy Gray to win. He goes on his way to meet Dr. Gaul. The stitches in his back weren't healed yet, and Coryo pulled at them. He can feel the wound bleeding again and winces in pain.

Snow enters the lab. The snake cage in sight made him swallow in nervousness. “Mr. Snow,” Dr. Gaul acknowledged. “Came to beg for her life?” It took him a moment of panic to realize that Gaul meant the poor songbird and not you.

“The stitches pulled, I didn't go to the hospital because I didn't want them to ask questions,” Coriolanus said, praying that the excuse made sense.

“You did the right thing,” Dr. Gaul approved.

Coriolanus sat down, taking off his uniform to reveal his bleeding wounds. He could see birds in a cage and wondered in awe (and horror) about what experiment they went through. With a closer look, he noticed what they were.

Dr. Gaul confirms his suspicions.

“Jabberjays.”

“Made for the war to pick up rebel conversations and squawk it back to us word by word,” she adds, her hand picking up a remote. “Failed experiment but an instructive one.”

Dr. Gaul describes her plan for them. “I am rounding them up district by district now to see what better purposes they might serve.” Coryo paid mild attention as he saw people preparing to carry out the snake cage outside. Dr. Gaul clicks the button of the remote and the jabberjays repeat everything word by word. Perfectly. Coriolanus was a bit impressed.

“They're all done,” Dr. Gaul said. His stitches were stitched back together. He grunts softly in pain. He eyes the cage that the staff takes away. He takes his time wearing his shirt, he doesn't want to seem eager to get away. He couldn't afford suspicion.

“Thank you, Dr. Gaul.”

He walks out of the lab with shaky legs before breaking into a sprint trying to locate the cage. Thankfully he finds the cage, ready to be taken to the arena. He didn't see anyone in sight. He took the handkerchief and found a gap to push it inside. The scent of Lucy Gray will not be unfamiliar to the snakes.

Therefore if she dies, it won't be by them.

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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 3.

A/N: I really appreciate all the love this is getting!!❤️ I've got a 9 hour flight coming up in a week or so, send me some requests to write while I'm on the plane!!

T/W: Description of injury & torture.

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Eris Vanserra wasn't expecting the ambush by his father's men. He prided himself on always being three steps ahead of the male who had sired him. But this, this he didn't see coming. He'd been too wrapped up in you and the feeling of the mating bond that he'd missed the obvious signs that he found when he thought back. So here he was, chained in one of his father's cells, going through the torture he'd experienced regularly as a boy and a young male.

He'd kept a strong grip on holding the bond closed so you wouldn't feel what was happening to him, he wouldn't let you feel this. Usually he'd compartmentalise, sending his mind elsewhere so he didn't feel the pain, a method he'd perfected during his youth, but he couldn't do that now, he had to hold the bond closed. He'd let you in on every other emotion and sensation he felt without hesitation, but not this. He was cursing himself for letting his grasp slip when his father delivered a particularly nasty burn to his chest with the fire iron that had slowly been glowing hotter in his father's hand, leaving the Autumn Court sigil right in the center of his chest as a brand, when he was struck by the iron again, this time across his face with the other end and his head whipped round so fast he thought it might do the full 360 degrees around his neck. "Aligning yourself with the Night Court is a move against me, isn't it?" His father seethed as Eris tried to bring his vision back into focus. "Running around with one of their little whores!" Eris gritted his teeth refusing to react, the tang of blood coating his tounge. "I bet she's been passed around all of them, the Illyrian camps included." He gritted his teeth harder, he was sure he was going to crack them all while his mind flashed back to the night you had given yourself to him and only him. "We respect and maintain the old values here, boy! Fuck whoever you want but you do not, and I mean under any circumstances align with anyone not of noble blood, anyone not pure! You know the rules, you will marry a virgin! Mated or not, I will not allow it!" His father moved to using his fists, they were equally as hot as the iron had been, landing blow after blow on his torso. "Do you think I didn't notice you leave every night and return every morning?" Punch "Do you think I didn't notice those incessant hounds of yours have gone?" Punch "I will find her, boy and she will suffer, just like with your traitor brother's bitch." Punch.

He was barely holding onto consciousness when his father had finally left his cell. He'd been pumped full of Fae Bane, his father would not allow him to heal, he'd be left hanging here by his wrists for the next few days to think about what he'd done. It had been years since his father had been this bad with him, the last time being when he had defied him and refused to help with the slaughter of Lucien's lover. His father was particularly angry having lost two sons during their pursuit of the youngest brother. He could feel you now, as if you were banging on the fiery walls around his mind, begging to be let in. He wouldn't open his mind, he knew you'd come for him and he knew Rhys would follow out of loyalty to your sister and with Rhys came Azriel and Cassian and he'd be damned if he needed them to rescue him.

"Eris, Eris wake up!" He could barely open his eyes but he cracked them just enough to see his littlest brother in front of him. "He'll kill you." Eris rasped out. "You can't be here, Lucien!" Lucien scoffed. "I've been sneaking in and out of this house for years, did you really think I'd not come back to visit mother?" The arrogance and sneakiness of his little brother never failed to surprise him. "Now come on, we need to get you out of these chains and out of here before that mate of yours storms the house." Eris tensed at the idea but nodded weakly at his brother. It took Lucien mere minutes to get the chains off of his wrists and he didn't miss Lucien's sharp intake of breath when he walked behind him and saw the state of his back. Whipped by fire, now that was a new one. "We need to clean those and heal them, why aren't you healing?" Eris cringed as his knees crashed to the floor. "Fae Bane." He spat a mouthful of blood to the floor as Lucien hauled him to his feet. "Why do you let him do this to you? You're as strong as he is, if not stronger." Eris coughed and spat out more blood. "Been happening for centuries" he took a deep breath as Lucien slipped a shirt over his shoulders. "Let it happen to stop it from being you or mother." Lucien's grip tightened on his big brother's arm.

The brothers stumbled through the dungeons, they had to reach the gardens so Lucien could winnow them out, it was not as easy and quick as it should've been as Eris could barely hold his own weight but they'd made it and Lucien had winnowed them as far as he could, he moved to winnow again when Eris had grabbed his arm. "I need a minute." He was panting and every breath hurt, broken ribs for sure. Instead of snapping back with something sarcastic as he was expecting his little brother helped him rest against a tree and waited for him to be ready to winnow again. Eris gathered himself, any and all of the strength he had left and said "Where are we going Lucien? To the Night Court?" Lucien shook his head. "Winter. Kallias has offered you solace there and with the friendship between Vivienne and Y/N it was agreed it was the best place to go, Father will come straight to Night when he knows you're gone. We will negotiate with him from there." Eris nodded at his younger brother. "Take me to her." Lucien grimaced "Have you seen yourself? Let the Feyre see you first." Eris didn't have time to respond as his brother grabbed his arm and they were winnowing again.

It was cold. Winter was beautiful and you loved the snow but it was bitterly cold but you couldn't worry about the possibility of losing toes as you stood in front of the small cottage Kallias had offered you, staring endlessly at the treeline waiting for Lucien to reappear with Eris. The plan was to leave this morning, make it to Autumn by tonight and get Eris out as a team. Lucien had gone in the dead of night, it seemed you were the only one unaware of his plan, the one they'd told you was clearly now a ruse to keep you where you were and out of harm's way, you couldn't bring yourself to be mad about it.

By mid morning Feyre had coaxed you inside telling you that Nyx was crying for you. He was crying but you weren't overly sure it was for you. He'd soothed easy enough in your arms as you sat in the armchair in Feyre, Rhys' and Nyx's room, reading a book to the toddler who was fighting sleep, slumped against your chest, a hand curled in Nox's fur as the little dog had scrambled his way into your lap to curl up with your nephew. The sound of the door opening caught your attention and rushed voices. They were back, you could feel him, you could feel that Eris was near even if you couldn't actually feel him like you usually could through the bond. You longed to go to him but with Nyx just about to drop off in your lap you knew he'd scream the place down if you moved. A sigh of relief came out of you when Rhys appeared in the doorway and took Nyx out of your arms and you rushed out of the room.

"Maybe we should keep Y/N out of here?" You could hear Feyre asking, no chance in hell. You quickened your pace and rounded the corner to enter your room when you ran smack bang into Lucien. "Let Feyre work, Y/N." He placed his hands on your shoulders. "It's rough, he wouldn't want you to see him like that." You pushed against him but he didn't budge. "Please?" You whimpered at him. "I need to be with him." He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, Lucien had become your best friend and a sudden realisation hit you as he said. "I need you to sit with me, it was bad, Y/N, really bad." Eris might be your mate, but he was Lucien's big brother, the brother he idolised growing up, the one he wanted to be. He'd confessed to you how much he'd loved his big brother after too many wines one night while Eris was away and he'd come to keep you company, so you nodded. Lucien had always been there for you so you'd be there for him, he had after all, just realised the abuse his brother took from their father for centuries to keep him safe and out of the firing line.

The two of you sat opposite the closed door of your room, you holding Lucien's hand as Feyre worked. At least you sat there until you heard Eris scream. It made your blood stop flowing and run cold and you were through the door before Lucien could react. What you saw made you sick to your stomach. Eris was lying on his stomach with his head facing the door, eyes screwed shut, teeth biting into his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out again as Feyre worked on the damage his father had caused. She was using a mixture of healing magic and a salve, murmuring apologies to Eris as she went. His eyes widened when you first fell through the door. One word sounded in your head, his voice broken and weak before he lost consciousness again. "Sweetness."

You fell to your knees beside him, tears lining your eyes. "Is he going to be okay?" You all but whispered to Feyre. She sighed. "The Fae Bane is making it hard to heal him & he refused to drink my blood, I've done all I can for now, he needs rest." She placed a bowl of warm water next to you. "I barely touched him to clean them when he screamed, maybe you'll have better luck." You looked at the bowl and cloth she'd placed next to you and the cuts and burns on his back, it was sickening, the skin split open as if he'd been whipped but the skin around the wounds were blistered, some of them still forming. "Feyre I need snow!" She shot you a confused look. "The burns, his back, we need to pack it with snow, cold compresses to help the blistering and what better to use than all the fresh snow outside!" It was then you heard a giggle and a thud, Nyx had escaped Rhys' arms and Rhys had fallen over Lucien in an attempt to grab his son who had winnowed into your lap. He let out a tiny little gasp as he looked at Eris and stretched out a little hand to brush some of his hair out of his face. "Hurt?" He pouted at you as he asked and you nodded. "Yes sweet boy, he's hurt. Wanna help me collect some snow to make him better?" Nyx clapped his little hands and nodded.

Nyx was screaming with laughter as Lucien chased him round in the snow, Nox chasing them both as usual. Yourself, Feyre and Rhys allowed small smiles at the scene as you each collected snow and headed back into your room. As gently as you could you started covering Eris' bare back with it, he shuddered, but it seemed to be in relief rather than pain so you'd take that. Once his back was covered there was nothing to do but wait for him to come back to you. Rhys had brought the armchair from their room into you so you could sit next to the bed and Nyx had refused to leave you. He brushed another little hand through Eris' hair and was happily drawing on the floor with Nox sat at your feet, the little dog sensing your unease.

You weren't sure when you'd dozed off but you woke to Nyx pulling at your leg. "Wake! Wake!" You groaned sleepily. "I'm awake sweet boy." You told him without opening your eyes and he huffed. "No! Wake!" He pulled at your leg again. "He means me." A weak voice said as your eyes finally shot open. "Hi Sweetness." Tears lined your eyes again at the sight of him. "Hey, no tears." He said at the same time as Nyx said "No cry!" You hadn't heard Feyre, Rhys and Lucien enter until Feyre spoke. "Come on Nyx, let's leave them alone for a little bit. It's bath time." He pouted at his mother and pointed at Eris. "Hurt! I help!" Eris reached out an arm to the small boy and ruffled his hair, grimacing as he did so and you cringed as you saw even more cuts and burns on his arm. "You did a great job little one and an even better job of looking after your aunt for me, go with your mother." Nyx looked so unbelievably proud of himself, glowing with pride due to the praise he'd just received, he looked down at Nox. "Bath time puppy!" And he took off running, dog going after the toddler and his parents running after them both as you heard Rhys yell. "Nyx! Do not put the dog in the bath again!" The two splashes you heard told you both dog and baby were in the bath.

You weren't sure if it was from lack of sleep, delirium or the relief of Eris regaining conciousnes or if it was genuinely hilarious but you were crying with laughter and soon enough Lucien was laughing along with you. Eris was giving you a warm look when you wiped the tears from your eyes. "How are you feeling?" You asked him. "Soggy and cold" He answered as you remembered covering him in snow before you'd drifted off. "We put snow on your back, I thought it might offer some relief as the Fae Bane was stopping anything from working." He half smiled. "Good thinking, Sweetness." He looked at Lucien "Help me up please brother." Lucien obliged and gently pulled his brother to his feet. You hadn't seen the brand on his chest and you gasped as anger filled your veins, the feeling flowing through the bond. Eris' eyes snapped to you, he followed your eyes to his chest. "Hey, it's okay, it won't scar." You needed a distraction so to busied yourself with changing the sheets on the bed to dry, clean ones while Eris reassured his brother he was okay. By the time you were done and had fetched a bowl of clean water and the softest cloth you could find along with some bandages and salves, Lucien had left the two of you alone.

Eris walked the best he could to stand in front of you. "Look at me, love." You'd been struggling to do so since he woke. You met his gaze and the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face and you were taking gasping breaths. "I'm okay Sweetness, I'm here with you." He was desperately trying to reassure you and you couldn't form words so you sent some down the bond instead. "I didn't know anything was wrong! Nothing felt off down the bond but I hadn't heard from you in three days! I should've known something was wrong and I didn't, I'm a terrible mate. I'm sorry you're stuck with me. It's all my fault, you took three days of torture before I even knew you were gone!" At some point you'd fallen to your knees and you were sobbing into your hands. He let you cry, he let you let it out knowing he wouldn't get through to you until you'd gotten it out of your system. When your crying ceased and your breathing was returning to normal you heard his voice in your head. "Please open your eyes, love." You did as he asked and found him on the floor with you. "This is not your fault. You didn't do this. You didn't feel anything because I didn't let you know anything was off. Do not blame yourself. You are not a terrible mate. You were made for me just as I was made for you and I will not hear it." You nodded at him as his thumbs wiped away the last of your tears.

You stood, helping him do the same. "You split your back again, can I clean it?" He nodded and you got to work, cleaning the wounds as gently as possible, applying salve and then wrapping them, placing a gentle kiss just next to the brand on his chest as you walked the bandages around his body. You helped him into the softest jumper you could find and some dry, clean underwear and trousers, the jumper was a little big on him but you'd rather it hang off of him than cling to his wounds and walked hand in hand out into the main living space where you found Lucien and Feyre setting the table for dinner, little Nyx was drawing again and Rhys was holding the little dog who was wrapped in a towel. Both dog and High Lord looked utterly unimpressed by the situation and you snorted out a laugh at the sight. "You see that too right?" You asked your mate and he smirked back at you. "I do." You met Rhys' annoyed look "Who's the dog mom now, Rhys?" He sent you his middle finger into your mind.

"Where are the others?" Eris asked, referring to the dogs. "They're with Kallias, being well looked after and utterly spoiled in his kennels." Rhys answered and Eris raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know he had dogs?" You shook your head. "He doesn't, he has wolves, but your babies are fine, don't worry" Eris pinched your side "They better be!" You'd tell him later that you'd adopted a wolf puppy, the runt who'd been rejected by its mother and was currently housed with Eris' babies. You were never going to get Nox back from Nyx. You didn't have the heart to separate them either but you'd hadn't told Nyx or his parents that yet.

"Would you like some tea?" You asked your mate as you helped him take a seat on the sofa, he smiled at you gratefully as he peered over Nyx's shoulder. "What are you drawing, little one?" Nyx beamed at him, how he'd managed to become Nyx's favourite while being unconscious and seriously injured you'd never know. "Puppy, you, Aunt Y/N!" He told Eris happily and your heart warmed as you glanced at the drawing. Feyre sidled up to you while you were making tea, she nudged you and pointed to your mate and her son and her voice floated into your mind. "He's going to be a great dad someday." You smiled and nodded and said back "He will be, but not until I've lived a lifetime with him first." Her laugh sounded in your mind. "I said the same thing." You smiled at your sister. "Thank you for helping me, Fey, for staying with me through all of this." She smiled back at you. "Of course."

The six of you were laughing and joking after dinner, mugs of hot chocolate warming your hands. "We'll head back tomorrow." Rhys said "I'd like to be there when your father arrives." He said looking at Eris and then a small smile formed on his face. You turned to look at your mate to see what Rhys was smiling at and your heart nearly exploded. He was fast asleep, an arm around Nyx who had crawled up on the sofa with the two of you and had at some point fallen asleep curled into Eris' side, one of his little wings splayed across Eris' stomach. "Feyre?" She looked at you, eyebrows raised. "That's what I want painted." She grinned. "It'll be done by the time you both arrive in Velaris, when he's fully healed, don't come back before then." Rhys nodded along with his mate. "I'll come back with you." Lucien said to the pair of them and Feyre smiled at him. "Missing Elain?" She teased, he rolled his eyes, metal one whirring as he did so. "I promised her dinner."

Panic overtook you when you woke the next morning and Eris wasn't next to you. Nearly falling over the blankets wrapped around your legs as you flew out of bed and stumbled through your bedroom doors, the panic melted away when you found him on the sofa, exactly where you'd left him last night. Nyx lying with him, curled up on his chest, a little fist in Nox's fur, who also appeared to be stealing Eris' heat, curled up into his side. "He woke me up, I couldn't say no to the big eyes he was giving me, got himself cosy and fell back to sleep." He smiled warmly down at your nephew and you nodded. "Go back to sleep if you want sweetness, the sun isn't up yet." He murmured while running a hand through Nyx's dark hair. Feyre tumbled out of her room, the panic fading from her face when she saw her son was safe, alseep on your mates chest. "Sorry for him, he likes people and seems to love you more than most." She said quietly to Eris, he smiled at her. "He's fine, you can go back to sleep, I'll watch him." You smiled at Eris, giving your sister, her mate and her son a look behind his mask, just as you'd asked him too. Feyre seemed happy enough and went back to bed, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

You picked up a blanket and sat next to the three of them seeing as between the dog and the toddler you weren't going to be able to steal any warmth from your mate like they were. "Do you ever think about this?" He asked quietly still smiling down at Nyx. "Think about what?" He smiled at you as he gestured at the sleeping toddler on his chest. "Having children, being a parent?" You thought for a second and in all honesty, you hadn't, not until him. "I never thought I wanted children, never thought I wanted to be a parent, but with you? I'd do it with you. I want to have your children, I want to learn how to be a parent with you, do you?" His smiled widened at your words. "I've always wanted children, having the father I do, I've always wanted to have children and to be better than him, the first time I saw you, I knew that it was going to be you I had them with, but not now, not until my father is gone and you and our children will be safe." You smiled back at him. "I want to live a lifetime with you first, Eris, I want to get married, as human as that sounds, I want you to be my husband, I want to be by your side when you become High Lord and you remake the Autumn Court to be a happy place, a place full of laughter and love, and if you want to burn it all to the ground and start again then we will, we'll find home, you and me, and the wolf puppy I've adopted from Kallias." He smiled, sent a feeling of overwhelming love down the bond as your words settled over him, then his mouth fell open in shock. "Wolf puppy?"

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archduchessofnowhere · 8 months

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I'm finally back home so more thoughts about Sisi & Ich:

This movie was screened as part of a German Film Festival and while I'd never been to one before I felt it was exactly what you would expect for a film festival. Like I can't imagine this movie doing well with a general audience.

The movie is so anachronistic (completely made up fashion, modern pop music, modern hairstyles, the actors look nothing like their historical counterparts) that it's really easy to forget this is supposed to be about Empress Elisabeth and Irma Sztáray; because of that I was able to enjoy it mostly as a story about a very toxic, manipulative and dependant relationship between two women. If you like stories about fucked up people doing fucked up things to each other "out of love" you'll like this one.

This, however, made me wish they had gone full AU because every time the story actually did adapt things from real history it did it in a way it annoyed me: so Elisabeth's eating disorder became in a full on screen portrayal of bulimia (something she never had), and her complicated but mostly amicable relationship with her husband was turned into an abusive marriage. From a historical perspective these were the things I disliked the most, since to me they felt tasteless and only for shock value.

Archduke Ludwig Viktor is a character here, and while the close friendship he has with his sister-in-law in this movie is completely fictional (Elisabeth had been fond of him when he was a child but they had a fell out years later and never again got along), I actually liked it; he is kinda like Ludwig II in Corsage but without the weird kissing scenes.

But the character that completely takes the spotlight is Irma. Sandra Hüller is fantastic as her, easily the best actress in the movie. She portrays both Irma's utter devotion for the empress as well as her rage against her in such a gripping way. Really I think the movie is worth it just for her.

Elisabeth, however, was a bit underwhelming. She feels like a manic pixie dream girl for most of the movie; it's probably on purpose, since we see the story through Irma's POV and she idealised her, but personally I couldn't really connect with her character with how unrealistic she felt sometimes. It was a refreshing take, I'll give it that: it's rare to see an elder Elisabeth who isn't a mater dolorosa who's always sad and miserable.

FJ was done so dirty, they just keep making him more and more evil lol.

Every time they made a joke about Katharina Schratt... keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!

The England segment should've been cut out because it felt like a completely different movie that pops out of nowhere, and not only isn't even the right time (the England trips were in the 1870s), but also the only thing that achieved was making me loose my respect for Elisabeth's character (the squire was cute tho).

I've seen this movie as LGBT/recommended for LGBT folks so to not disappoint you I'll give you the heads up that the only gay content we get are two hours of unresolved sexual tension between Irma and Elisabeth (and also between Ludwig Viktor and a guy from Elisabeth's staff, the gays just weren't getting it in this movie). That being said Irma is clearly a lesbian (even tho she is never referred as such) and Ludwig Viktor is also openly gay, so there are LGBT characters.

These are just some of the things I have to say off the top of my head, but I'll try to write a full review this weekend!

#sisi & ich (2023)#tw eating disorder #tw bulimia

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dramarants · 1 year

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trying to come to terms with the bewildering final 10 minutes of tteotm:

first and foremost, undeniably, the technical and narrative execution this ep was choppy, weirdly paced, ambiguous (not in a cool OE way, just literally hard to follow - how are we in the tomb, why is she back in devil bride attire, where did the scale in the last shots come from, why did qingyu's fucking hair need to turn blond, pang yizhi what did you finally understand cuz I sure as hell don't??) and left a lot of loose threads. with all the build up to his sacrifice, you want some sort of twist or surprise but nothing comes. the ending is so abrupt and this is always and forever gonna leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

the last eps especially emphasized legacy and, with li susu returning as a goddess, I must assume the immortal realm learned the truth about ttj's sacrifices and believed it. ttj gets his roses.

I'm gonna pretend ttj explained the zhaoyou situation to her too

in fact if we're in imaginary land jiwu grew the fuck up and, upon realizing the depth of ttj's friendship in spite of everything, becomes riddled in guilt for a while and fiercely protects ttj's memory

a child!! literally how to carry a legacy and memories into future generations

ttj's destiny was to suffer and resent the world + give up his body and soul to carry out the devil god's will

instead, he embraced the light, learned to cherish the world, bore other's resentment in his final trial (strength that I sure as hell don't have! even saving jiwu from himself!) he remained in control of himself, choosing to sacrifice his body to stop the devil god's plans

the love was there and for once, to break a cycle of pain and sin, overcome the consequences in the mortal world, for ttj and lss, it was fucking enough!

by destroying the evil bone in his final moments he prevents the devil god from ever returning, truly the world's savior

his death was mostly on his own terms, with purpose he didn't have before

saving a part of his divine essence in the scale to continue to protect susu was a full circle moment

in fact ttj embodies mingye in a ridiculous number of ways by the end, from his actions to his values down to his clothes, yet another way to stick it to the devil god fate

he looks at peace in his last shot during the battle and in the scale

they had to cut scenes and therefore couldn't elaborate on the post all-in-distress world

or dedicate the 30s it takes to show him regrow from the scale or something lbfad style 🤧

it seems like he could hear susu when she was speaking to the kid? so he can follow his wife and daughter's lives knowing he's loved and respected until his return that I am headcanoning??

by being in the scale, he keeps his promise to stay by her side forever and accompany her in moving forward through parenthood and the ordinary life he dreamed of

in fact ttj never has to defend himself or put up with bs again, his fight is over and he gets to watch a harmonious world that he and susu made possible

susu my girl, having faith in him and understanding everything immediately and wishing to meet him again

bearing the cross of the only living god and continuing, again, their legacy, protecting their love and the world

she was ready to die with him!! like!! fuck till death do us part I'll share your burden let's embrace and face the end together!! a sparkle bathed version of ttj trying to die with her in ep 29!!

nothing can come between them anymore they fricking ensured that

plus them in the heavenly realm, the only two gods existing, removed from the world and basking in that moment where the devil god no longer exists and it isn't a dream 😭

the tomb scene was so heartbreaking in the good way

these characters have been on such an incredible, unhinged journey and looking back, there's so much more to unpack and appreciate

ugh it's not a bad ending cuz it's sad, I mean how many of us predicted he'd die for the greater good a long time back, it's just the way it ultimately played out was... somehow disappointing

but you know what I enjoyed the path here so much and can imagine their path ahead enough to forgive it and continue loving tantai jin and li susu and tteotm overall anyway

#I wasn't gonna post this and just brain dump maybe share any nuggets ppl might feel but fuck it all I'm ready to flip tables #it's all one post and we all have feelings who fucking cares #I'll be camping in the tteotm tag for closure for many weeks to come #till the end of the moon #spoilers #ranting

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i would like to hear all about your minbari ocs

aaaah im so sorry i meant to reply to these ages ago ;A; @echoofawind just tagging you into this post since you asked about my ocs too and i thought just doing it in one post would be easiest!

ANYWAY i have so so many minbari ocs. so many. once i got going i just couldn't stop ;A; my faves are probably morreal, kedrunn, eiyamer, verann, aiashon and zakat. most of them are adjacent to branmer and neroon and came into being because of this big messy fic (the earlier chapters really need some serious editing ngl) im writing that is basically all about the warrior caste covering a period from before the em war all the way through to the the founding of the interstellar alliance. anyway the fic is still a wip but i ended up getting v attached to all my ocs so now they pop up in all my other fic too :')

MORREAL (how i draw him has evolved over time and this the most recent tho his nose is not quite right in that one sigh. basically im still working on how he looks haha. also this drawing is of him as a teenager)

so. morreal is one of branmer's childhood friends. he's a wind sword and he has a like, intense hateboner for shakiri and is one of the first warriors to be concerned about shakiri gaining power in the caste and try to raise alarm bells, but unfortunately because he is a known Hater no one really listens to him except maybe branmer and neroon (who has his own reasons for hating shakiri). morreal is very fun to write because he is constantly in conflict with his loyalty and devotion to his family and clan vs his sense of honour/morality and he ends up leading quite a miserable life and becoming very embittered as a result. if i was to boil him down to his narrative function morreal is basically an example of how the various conflicting demands of minbari society and the caste/clan structure make it impossible for many minbari to live up to minbari ideals or lead happy and fulfilling lives. he's a sad sad boi.

AIASHON

aiashon, who i do not talk about enough, is neroon's cousin from a different clan, the fire wings. she's high ranking and well respected in her own right and when shakiri gets deposed she ends up stuck being shai alyt in post-civil war minbari, which is a horrible job and she hates it and she hates delenn and they end up squabbling over a lot of things (imo delenn needs a warrior foil to tangle with and so i have given her one lol), but she ends up being an important reformer and pretty crucial to stabilising minbar after the war and reconciling the warrior and religious caste. she is not a particularly nice person, but she gets the job done. a lot of aiashon really comes down to her having spent too much of her life watching as things fall apart around her and watching people she loves suffer and not being able to do anything to prevent it, so when she is finally given the power to do something she doesn't hold back. her detractors regard her as a bit of a tyrant, which tbh is not an unfair assessment

KEDRUNN AND EIYAMER

kedrunn and eiyamer are branmer's parents. i have thought a LOT about these two and i love them a lot. they are both very musical and met when kedrunn was visiting tuzanor and wandered into the gardens of a temple looking for a place to practice and eiyamer overheard him and came to say hi. kedrunn is old school honourable and really believes in all that stuff about 'a warrior fights because they value life'. i guess i use him in my fic to represent the ideal of what a warrior should be, contrasted against other warriors like branmer, neroon and shakiri who fail to live up to that standard. kedrunn is also, unusually for a minbari, not particularly xenophobic and is very interested in other races and is always arguing that the minbari should be more involved with the wider galaxy. the one exception to this is that he really hates the centauri, largely because he befriended a narn resistance fighter in his youth and she kinda brought him over to the cause. he starts out very powerful in the warrior caste and then over the years loses power and influence as a new guard of more zealous warriors (including his own son lol) take over.

eiyamer is kind of a contrast to kedrunn because even though she is religious caste she is 100% the more choleric of the two and is very hot tempered and volatile. she's a pretty famous and respected musician and composer on minbar, but unlike kedrunn she never wields any political power and a lot of her anger comes from being subject to the whims and demands of her caste and having to tow a line of trying to defend her choices without directly disrespecting her superiors. she fails at this frequently and it's really only her position as an honoured shaal that saves her from being too deep in the shit. a lot of branmer's more aggressive and rebellious tendencies definitely come from eiyamer as opposed to kedrunn (the irony being that most ppl assume at first that it must be his warrior caste blood that makes him so bellicose). eiyamer ends up playing a crucial role in the end of the minbari civil war since lennier gets delenn's message to neroon through her

VERANN

verann. oh verann <3 verann is an old friend of kedrunn and a big time hater. he especially hates the religious caste (except for eiyamer) largely because he hates how unbalanced minbari society is and how much religion permeates and dominates every aspect of society. this sticks in his craw especially because he is an atheist and thinks all the souls stuff/universe made manifest stuff is total nonsense. but despite that he's also old school honourable like kedrunn so a lot of the stuff that happens re the civil war doesn't exactly sit well with him, especially since he feels somewhat responsible for stirring up a lot of anger against the religious caste over the years. like kedrunn he starts off a very powerful figure in the warrior caste and loses influence over time as more extreme figures like shakiri gain power, though he does continue to serve as a caste elder and plays a role in nominating aiashon to serve as shai alyt. oh also he has a little polycule thing going on with kedrunn and eiyamer, but because he is an athiest they never go through all the proper courtship rituals and keep it largely on the down low

ZAKAT (i only have one drawing of him as a kid lol oop)

zakat. so zakat is technically not an oc since he exists in canon, but he has no speaking role and is just named by delenn during the recreation of the grey council so for all intents and purpose he is an oc. zakat was originally warrior caste and a star rider and was neroon's childhood bestie. he converted to the worker caste when he was still very young and was basically disinherited and abandoned by his family as a result. followed by his parents having another kid specifically to replace him. naturally this did not leave him with particularly fond feelings re his birth caste and he grew up to be a big time hater of both the warrior and religious caste and a big time believer in the superiority of the worker caste. he did remain friends with neroon but their friendship always has this tension running through it because of zakat's political views and they're both using each other to get inside information on their respective castes.

there are more but i feel i should leave off here lol, partly because i could go on forever but also a lot of them i have yet to draw at all so heh, yeah. maybe ill make it my goal in minvember to focus on drawing more of my ocs

#my minbari ocs #this got so long omg im sorry

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imaginarycyberpunk2023 · 1 year

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Helloooo :3 from the otp questions, for Vinnie and Macha: 3, 6, 12, 19, 23, 24? :D

Thank you@elvenbeard 🧡 sooo many, and I had to think hard about some of these!

The good thing about me getting back to your ask so late is I can now post a proper pic of them together instead of a collage 🙌🏻. Oh my goodness, the way she looks at him. Yes!

3. What’s their favorite thing to tease each other about?

Control. They are constantly teasing each other about being or not being in control.

He always tells her that she likes to be a controlling bish, and she tells him that he actually likes being told what to do. (They are both right)

In the bedroom? They switch dynamic. Just so you know. 👀

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

I’ll start with Macha first. She calls him “Cubs” because she is older (6 years), and they talked about her being his cougar, which she thinks is hilarious. He likes being her cub and also being called that. She sometimes calls him boo bc she likes the sound of that, and he likes that as well. And if she wants something from him or wants to flatter him, she calls him “my king” and he’s ALL OVER THAT.

He calls her “Kitten” mostly - she reminds him of a kitten bc she is playful and cute and has no idea how sharp her claws are and that they can hurt. She loves being called that. It makes her feel special. He calls most other women “dollface” and that’s what he called her until she got upgraded to his Kitten. He also calls her princess from time to time and she pretends to not like it but then she always has those lyrics in her head from that Alanis Morisette song and she gets all giddy and she doesn’t really object (they go “ you treat me like Im a princess, I’m not used to liking that”)

12. What struggle have they seen each other through?

They haven't figured out one of them yet - moving in together. They both like the idea, but they also value their own space and kind of order (or ordered chaos) they have.

Vinnie is much more minimalistic by the way so his place is more organized.

And Macha values her alone time so much that she can't imagine having him around all the time (which he would prefer).

(I do have a lot of struggles for them in my head but they are all WIP so this will have to do for now)

19. What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

Family is super important for Vinnie because he didn't have much family time growing up because of losing his parents. He does have a lot of cousins, though. They are pretty tight, and he adored his grandma. He felt very drawn to the Valentinos when they took him in because they immediately felt like a chosen family to him, and he still hangs out with them often.

Macha, on the other hand, is glad she doesn't have a lot of contact with her family anymore because family life was traumatizing for her, constant breaking of boundaries, high expectations, and a lot of constraints. She values her independence now and finally feels emancipated from her parents. She has a big immediate family and patchwork style because her dad remarried twice. Lots of half siblings. She does get along with them, but they don't see each other often.

Vinnie is very curious about meeting her parents, but she doesn't want that. So for now, they hang with his friends and family, and she leaves whenever it gets too much for her. Vinnie respects that she decides when it's time to meet the family.

23. What was their first impression of each other?

Vinnie thought she was pretty and sassy. He liked that she was blunt and to the point. He wondered about her capabilities bc she didn't let him know all the stuff she could do.

Machas first thought was "Damn, he tall. And... cute." And she was kind of flustered that he started flirting right away but couldn't resist flirting back - which isn't her usual mode.

24. How did they fall for each other?

Macha fell for him pretty quickly. There was a moment during their first gig together (basically the day after they met) where he had to protect her physically and he did so quickly and effortlessly and she couldn't help but feel very attracted to that. She had always looked out for herself up until that point, so someone suddenly having her back like this made her feel all kinds of things. She did not act on her feelings quickly, though, because she knew he was a womanizer and she wasn't looking to be his next fling. She wanted something serious. She chose Vinnie for a multitude of reasons, but the important thing is that she chose him very consciously, and she had never done that before in her relationships (she settled for the men).

Vinnie took longer. Granted, he wanted to get into her pants from the beginning but she didn't react to his usual advances which confused him. She was still very friendly and even affectionate with him. So he asked her out on a date because he assumed she needed that to give into him.

But that date and what followed was so different from what he usually experienced with women that his interest and curiosity grew steadily (apart from one incident at The Afterlife 👀 they didn't get intimate until weeks later, which was unheard of for him). He fell for her when he realized she was interested in his true self and did not want to change anything about who he was.

#ask box #otp: lite sneeze #oc: macha #oc: vinnie gallo #couple dynamics #relationship dynamics #vinnie energy #macha energy #cyberpunk ocs #imaginary cyberpunk #i put a lil spicy fact in there to see if y'all read this far and/or are still interested lol #oc: macha richter

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nayialovecat · 5 months

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Mane 6 new generation (en+pl)

I'm sick and bored, so I decided to rate the new Mane 6 out of boredom. Remember, this is my review - you have the right to disagree with it, but respect it!

First, a little reminder of how I rate the Mane 6 from the previous generation:

Twilight Sparkle - she was better without the wings (kidding), I actually like her a lot, even if she was neurotic at times. Or that's why. In character, she most resembled me, especially in trying to reconcile social maladjustment and introversion with the role of a leader. I also like her colours.

Pinkie Pie - die, pink horse and never come back... Seriously, I can count on one hand the number of episodes with this fucked up mare that I liked! But I like her absurdly Amish family. The only thing I like about her appearance is her functional hair that acts like a fifth limb.

Rarity - my favourite mare. She has all the qualities I value most in others: hard work, generosity, ambition and a rich imagination. She also shares many traits with me, including a tendency to dramatize. And I love her design.

Applejack - I like her for similar reasons as Rarity, plus she's from the countryside, values family ties and has the overprotective older sister syndrome. My characteristics. She also has a big plus for freckles.

Rainbow Dash - most of the time she annoyed me as much as Pinkie Pie, especially when she showed a lack of loyalty (her own element!). I don't like poseurs and liars, but sometimes she was okay. I don't like her look - I understand why she's blue, but that mane would look nicer with some other fur colour.

Fluttershy - my second favorite filly! What I liked most was that she was true to herself. And her shipping with Discord - Nayia likes this! And her colour combination is charmingly pastel.

+ Spike - poor little pony slave. I have nothing against the character himself, but his attitude in the group always irritated me - he was something between a sidekick, a pet, and a slave and it irritated me the hell out of him. I was waiting for the moment when he would start to be respected. It wasn't happen. He has purple and green colours - a plus, although as an adult it becomes quite unattractive (in all his versions).

And now the next generation Mane 6! (yes, Mane 6 - if I spoiled this to anyone at this point, I'm sorry...)

Sunny Starscout - too Mary Sue at times. She has contradictory character traits, as if the creators didn't know whether she should be shy or brave, intelligent or stupid. Which is why, from my point of view, he has at least schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. I don't like it or the design - somehow I don't like the combination of orange and magenta.

Hitch Trailblazer - yay, it's guy! Finally a guy among the main characters! I really like the character of Hitch in the first film, I also like his design - but from the moment he finds and hatches this stupid egg, something strange happens to him and he becomes another schizophrenic. I get that he couldn't be normal being friends with Sunny, but seriously?

Izzy Moonbow - I miss Pinkie Pie... I can't describe why I don't like Izzy so much - she looked cool, I like that she's a bit of a combination of Pinkie's chaoticism and optimism with Rarity's talent, but why does it have to be a total comic relief? Couldn't she be a little more serious? In fact, the entire unicorn race is kind of fucked up in this generation... I only tolerate the singing chick and the big guy from the tea shop. A big plus for Izzy's design - a beautiful combination of colours and wonderful mane and tail. I love.

Zipp Storm - I didn't think something like this would happen and the pony who replaced Rainbow Dash would do it, but officially... Zipp is my favourite from G5 Mane 6! She may be a bit obsessive in places, but she's lovely about it. She is a princess, but she has her own passions, she has the makings of a detective, and she practices parkour! She is what I would like to be if it weren't for my health problems (except maybe being a princess). I like the wings in her design, but the colors and hair look are a bit meh.

Pipp Petals - let me start with her appearance - since she had to look like one of the others, I would rather have her look like her sister than Izzy. I don't like her design. Or the structure of her wings. Am I the only one who thinks that Pipp would have gained a lot if, with all her character without the slightest change, she was a boy? As a girl, she's just annoying. But maybe that's me and my aversion to girl-influencers.

Misty Brightdawn - oh yes, the second successful pony! First of all - character. Maybe being raised by Opaline, but I like that she's not as crazy as the other unicorns. She is shy, but knows how to stand her ground. She's bold, but not overly so. She is well-balanced and undergoes meaningful transformations throughout the series. I also like her design, especially after recolouring her mane in the episode celebrating the stamp's release. She's just cool!

+ Sparky - I honestly miss Spike. No, seriously. The series tries to convince us that this thing is cute and is the mascot of the series - AND IT FAILS. He's an annoying little pain most of the time and is seriously hard to like. Or is it just my impression? I don't like the design of this thing either... I wouldn't mind the colour, but the shape of the head, the eyes, uh, everything... Most of the time I try not to remember it exists.

What do you think about the new Mane 6 and their mascot (well, not a slave, but give Sparky a few years...)?

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Jestem chora i nudzi mi się, więc postanowiłam sobie z tych nudów ocenić nowe Mane 6. Pamiętajcie, to moja ocena - macie prawo się z nią nie zgadzać, ale uszanujcie ją!

Na początek małe przypomnienie, jak oceniałam Mane 6 z poprzedniej generacji:

Twilight Sparkle - była lepsza bez skrzydeł (żartuję), tak naprawdę bardzo ją lubię, nawet, jeśli momentami była neurotyczna. Albo właśnie dlatego. Z charakteru najbardziej przypominała mnie, zwłaszcza próby godzenia nieprzystosowania społecznego i introwertyczności z rolą przywódcy. Lubię też jej kolorystykę.

Pinkie Pie - umrzyj różowy koniu i nigdy nie wracaj... Serio, na palcach jednej ręki mogę policzyć odcinki z tą zjebaną klacza, które mi się podobały! Za to lubię jej absurdalnie amiszowatą rodzinkę. W jej wyglądzie lubię tylko jej funkcjonalne, zachowujące się jak piąta kończyna włosy.

Rarity - moja ulubiona klacz. Ma wszystkie cechy, które najbardziej cenię w innych: pracowitość, szczodrość, ambicje i bogatą wyobraźnię. Także dzieli ze mną wiele cech, chociażby skłonność do dramatyzowania. No i uwielbiam jej design.

Applejack - lubię ją z podobnych powodów, co Rarity, poza tym jest ze wsi, ceni więzi rodzinne i ma syndrom nadopiekuńczej starszej siostry. Moje cechy. Ma też dużego plusa za piegi.

Rainbow Dash - większość czasu wkurzała mnie niemniej niż Pinkie Pie, zwłaszcza, gdy wykazywała się brakiem lojalności (jej własnego elementu!). Nie lubię pozerów i zakłamańców, ale czasami była w porządku. Nie przepadam za jej wyglądem - rozumiem, czemu jest niebieska, ale ta grzywa wyglądałaby fajniej w zestawieniu z jakimś innym kolorem.

Fluttershy - moja druga ulubiona klaczka! Najbardziej podobało mi się, że pozostawała w zgodzie z sobą. No i jej shipping z Discordem - Nayia lubi to! A połączenie jej kolorów jest uroczo pastelowe.

+ Spike - biedny, mały niewolnik kucyków. Nic nie mam do samej postaci, ale jego stosunek w grupie zawsze mnie irytował - był czymś pomiędzy sidekicka, zwierzątka, a niewolnika i to szalenie irytowało. Czekałam na moment, kiedy zacznie być szanowany. Nie doczekałam się. Ma fioletowy i zielony kolor - za to plus, chociaż jako dorosły staje się dosyć nieatrakcyjny (we wszystkich swoich wersjach).

A teraz Mane 6 nowej generacji! (tak, Mane 6 - jeśli komuś w tym momencie zaspoilerowałam, to sorry...)

Sunny Starscout - momentami za bardzo Mary Sue. Ma sprzeczne cechy charakteru, jakby twórcy nie wiedzili, czy ma być nieśmiała, czy brawurowa, inteligentna, czy głupiutka. Przez co z mojego punktu widzenia ma co najmniej schizofrenię z osobowością wieloraką. Nie przepadam ani za nią, ani za designem - jakoś nie przepadam za połączniem pomarańczy i magendy.

Hitch Trailblazer - jej, facet! Wreszcie facet wśród głównych postaci! Bardzo lubię postać Hitcha w pierwszym filmie, lubię też jego design - jednak od momentu znalezienia i wyklucia tego pierońskiego jajka robi się z nim coś dziwnego i staje się kolejnym schizofrenikiem. Rozumiem, że przyjaźniąc się z Sunny nie mógł być normalny, ale serio?

Izzy Moonbow - zatęskniłam za Pinkie Pie... Nie umiem opisać, dlaczego tak nie lubię Izzy - zapowiadała się fajnie, podoba mi się, że jest trochę połączeniem chaotyczności i optymizmu Pinkie z talentem Rarity, ale czemu musi być przy tym totalnym comic relief? Nie mogłaby być odrobinę poważniejsza? W ogóle cała rasa jednorożców jest jakaś taka zjebana w tej generacji... toleruję tylko laskę od śpiewu i wielkoluda ze sklebu herbacianego. Za to duży plus za design Izzy - piękne połączenie kolorów i wspaniałe grzywa i ogon. Kocham.

Zipp Storm - nie sądziłam, że takie coś nastąpi i kucyk, który wszedł na miejsce Rainbow Dash tego dokona, ale oficjalnie... Zipp jest moją ulubienicą z G5 Mane 6! Może miejscami jest nieco obsesyjna, ale jest w tym urocza. Jest księżniczką, ale ma swoje pasje, ma zadatki na detektywa, do tego uprawia parkour! Jest tym, czym chciałabym być, gdyby nie moje problemy zdrowotne (może poza byciem księżniczką). W jej designie podobają mi się skrzydła, ale kolorystyka i wygląd fryzury trochę meh.

Pipp Petals - zacznę wyjątkowo od wyglądu - jak już musiała być podobna do kogoś z pozostałych z wyglądu, wolałabym, żeby była podobna do swojej siostry niż do Izzy. Nie lubie jej designu. Ani budowy jej skrzydeł. W ogóle czy tylko ja uważam, że Pipp wiele by zyskała, gdyby przy całym swoim charakterze bez jego najmniejszej zmiany, była chłopcem? Jako dziewczyna jest po prostu irytująca. Ale to może ja i moja niechęć do influencerek.

Misty Brightdawn - o tak, drugi udany kucyk! Po pierwsze - charakter. Może przy wychowanie przez Opaline, ale podoba mi się, że nie jest tak zjebana jak inne jednorożce. Jest nieśmiała, ale umie postawić na swoim. Jest odważna, ale nie przesadnie. Jest dobrze wyważona i przechodzi sensowne przemiany w ramach serialu. Lubię też jej design, zwłaszcza po rekolorowaniu fryzury w odcinku z uczczeniem wyjścia znaczka. Po prostu jest fajna!

+ Sparky - szczerze tęsknię za Spike'iem. Nie, serio. Serial próbuje przekonać nas, że to coś jest urocze i jest maskotką serialu - I MU NIE WYCHODZI. Większość czasu jest irytującym, małym wrzodem i serio trudno go lubić. Czy to może tylko moje wrażenie? Nie lubię też designu tego czegoś... jeszcze kolor bym darowała, ale kształt głowy, oczy, uch, wszystko... Większość czasu staram się nie pamiętać, ze to istnieje.

A co Wy myślicie o nowym Mane 6 i ich maskotce (dobrze, że nie niewolniku, ale dajcie Sparky'emu kilka lat...)?

#MLP #I'm sick again

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ezra-iolite · 2 years

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The Mutheru Trio- The Doctor

I tried to get back to my main writing stuff, but for some reason I'm still stuck in a rut with it.... so MORE PIRATES!!! XD And some world-building, cause I just love inventing whole cultures and countries within a medieval setting, alongside using noble ranks~ It's oddly fun for me.

And I just realized I haven't talked enough about what the canon characters I've dumped onto the Immortal Sun are like! So, allow me to rectify that!

Here's the first of Asya's boys, our favourite flamboyant doctor~

Dr. Knockout Mutheru

~ Originally from a small secluded kingdom just east of Primus and far north of the southern savannah, this Victorian eastern kingdom is governed by a council of Grand Dukes known as the Sovereign Parliament.

~ While they equally respect the kingdom of Primus as a neighboring monarchy and ensure peace is maintained between their kingdoms, the Grand Dukes of the sovereignty control their land by their own set of rules, mainly in the form of feudalism and valuing intellect, wealth and noble blood over honour and equity. Due to this, life in the "sovereign" kingdom is a constant battle of usurping allies and using arranged marriages to quickly climb the social ladder and become the highest ranking noble; For in these lands, you are either a noble or nothing.

~ Luckily for Knockout, he was born the son of an knight who served as a protector to the council of Grand Dukes, and from the moment he was old enough to gain education, he was set up for an easy life. He began studying the ways of a high class gentleman and found his interest in medicine through his final years of etiquette study. Once he began his studies at the academy under the tutelage of plague doctors and physicians, he was soon arranged to marry the daughter of the Grand Duke his father served, and through her rank as a princess and future Duchess, he would rise in power to become a Marquees, one of the few noble ranks just below dukedom. Knockout was destined to be one of the many nobles to never know the struggles of life...

~ Without much of a choice, Knockout agreed and boarded his ship to become a medic to Megatron's crew, forced to leave behind everything he knew and stripped of his once noble and easy life.

~That is... until he witnessed a pirate siege at the docks of his homeland, and saw his father defending him and the people like the true chivalrous knight he was. But the knight was no match against the fabled Megatron and by merely surprising him from behind, the knight was quickly defeated but not yet killed. That was when Knockout stepped up and stood between the towering man and his blood-soaked beaten father. Commending the young man for his foolish bravery, Megatron made him an offer...

Leave this place and join his crew or watch his entire homeland become a bloodbath.

~ However, the years that rolled by were cruel and harsh on him, but they had their moments that allowed the once naïve boy to become the confident man he is now. Through the shadows of Megatron's cruelty and pillaging ways, Knockout gained a taste for mischief and mayhem, which aided in his ego's growth as he found his true calling.

~ And while Knockout adored the adventuring lifestyle, he knew he couldn't live any longer under Megatron's reign. So, while the ship was docked overnight, Knockout escaped the ship with the bare essentials and fled to Primus to go into hiding, keeping to the mainland to ensure the bloodthirsty beast of a man could never track him down.

~ And he didn't. Years came and went, and Knockout became a travelling medic as he always wanted to be back home, knowing that he could never return to his homeland due to the shame of what he did and enjoyed. And yet, despite this, he still found some joy in his nomadic life, and managing to use his skills to gain a decent enough wealth to regain his noble fashion style and a plague doctor mask to help hide his identity. For a while... Knockout was content. But the seas called to him once more, despite his fear of being found by Megatron and his lackeys, and with each passing day, the call grew stronger.

~ While debating his next move on the docks, drinking away his doubts and fears in the local tavern, a hauntingly enchanting voice pulled him from his thoughts and his gaze fell upon the performer on stage. That was the day he met Asya, or rather Swiftwire as she was known by when on stage, and his call was answered through a drunkard cornering her after the show. Thinking that she needed his help when he heard her cry of fear and the rush of the drunk sailor stumbling after her through the back door, Knockout was surprised to find that his patient that night... was the sailor, unconscious on the ground and bleeding heavily from a stab wound in his side.

~ As the doctor and the singer exchanged a glance over the fallen sailor between them, all Knockout could do was laugh, both at the situation before him and at the realization that he had indeed started to gain feelings for the cross-dresser he had only just met. Stepping over the bloodied mess and leaving the sailor to his fate, Knockout helped Asya back inside and offered her a drink and more pleasant company, before he introduced himself to her with a kiss on her hand and a deep mannerly bow.

~ Mere days later, Knockout was soon offered a place aboard Asya's ship, not with a deal but a mere gesture of gratitude, as she offered to let him stay and take him anywhere he wanted, in the hopes that she could keep in his more comforting and good company for a bit longer. With a warm bed, a welcoming and kind captain, and a chance at adventure once more, Knockout found no reason to refuse.

He never found a reason to leave since.

Note: Because of his marriage to Asya, who is technically still an heir apparent by birthright, Knockout AND Breakdown are in fact both barons and they all bear the right to usurp the Dragon Lord's throne~ As such... should such a thing occur, Knockout would then gain the moniker "Doctor Knockout, Lord of the South".

Personality:

- He's ✨Fabulous✨ and he knows it

- The embodiment of a "Magnificent Bastard" due to how charming, stylish yet antiheroic he is

- His go to attire is usually a red tailcoat or vest, an ascot embroidered by Asya (one of her usual hobbies to pass the time with, which has amassed into a collection of embroidered ties and ascots he now owns), and a white leather plague doctor's mask that hides his face.

- His usual response to many things will be "Pfft, please!~" or "I'm just that good, handsome/darling"

- Bisexual Icon💅

- Is the shortest amongst the trio, but will happily be carried by either one of his lovers and flip off everyone with a smug grin while being carried over their shoulders.

- Yes, even Asya can carry him like a sack of potatoes and she loves to prank him by suddenly lifting him up from behind for surprise smothering kisses... He loves it but will take that secret to Davy Jones's Locker

- When he first learned about her being a transwoman, he was surprisingly unphased by it, and was in fact relieved to finally figure out why he fell so hard for her, as a male-lean bisexual. As a result, all of Asya's dresses are usually bought/picked out by by him, since her only request usually falls under the category of "flashy and colourful".

#tigracespace #ezra iolite og work #long post #pirateformers au

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I finally figured out what was missing: Forgiveness.

I spent my whole life beating myself up for "being who I am", for hating myself to the point of not accepting who I truly am instead of embracing the real me. Hate me was all I could do.. I couldn't see my value and what I am worth.

I do regret my big shitty mistakes but I believe I have finally evolved past 'em: I finally learned how to be grateful for it. If it weren't for these mistakes I wouldn't have grown, I wouldn't have realized how much inner work I must do, I wouldn't have remembered who I am, what I am, and where I want to be. I am learning day by day what empathy truly means... and so on. Today I finally figured out what I truly need, and was desperately yearning for: To forgive myself. I am young, dumb maybe... You can't grow wiser unless you live and make mistakes. The only thing I would change in this... jorney was that I hurt people who truly loved me. Today I can see that... I can see how much loved I was already but couldn't see. That is the only thing I would go back to the past to change to: the people I have hurt.

I am grateful for the oportunities God has been giving me to reconcile with them, and.. apologize for the things I have said and done. Since I started to ''open my eyes'' and started to see things clearly it did hurt for a moment, I had no idea how toxic I was... but I do know the hurt I was feeling was nothing in comparison to what I have made them feel. Reconheço isso. When I started to think things through, pray and fast for forgiveness and also to be a better woman, a forgiving woman, He has helped me to meet these people one by one individually, and... in such oportunities where I could aproach them and talk about it. I am, I was, so grateful for that! God's been helping me along the way.. well, I have finally been able to step outside of my pride and make pieces with a dear friend, to whom I love very much and... the way I walked out of the company a couple of months ago I build a wall SO high I was unable to reach her and... ask her to forgive me. There's still another woman that I admired as a mother, truly, to whom I have been such a bitch... and I want to apologize to her but I'm afraid it's too late. I cannot reach her... she's no longer working in there, but I do have faith He's going to help me to find her and apologize just like He did with these lovely people who came to my life and I did wrong. And of course, there's Luke. I wish I could tell him looking in his eye how sorry I am for the way I treated him. There is no trauma in the world that explains and justify it. It's my responsibility, not my trauma's fault. It was my fault. My flaw. Eu sou uma mulher que honra as calças e as saias que veste. Não tenho problema nenhum em admitir meus erros e pedir perdão. Eu tenho ovários bem grandes para isso. Damn.. I need to get this off of my chest in order to keep moving forward with my life.

When I woke up today all I could do (finally) was cry and pray. I put on a music that suddenly came to my mind and... I felt it in my heart with God's help how much I need to forgive myself for my past ignorance and lack of maturity. When it comes to forgiveness I understood I need God's and my own. I'm trying to move forward and... foccus on being my best version but I'm dweling on the past still, beating myself up for things I did not know then, but luckily I do know better now. Is never too late to learn.

Trust is a sensitive matter; you can't get it back once you lose trust in someone. Speacially when a woman behaves the way I did, and treat someone the way I did. Even if I told Luke directly how much he meant to me, I know he would never believe me, and he's right. He could and he would never bring himself to forgive me and I respect that. I understand. Now, analyzing it all from a diferent perspective I get it. Words prove nothing, actions do.

I know how much I regret it, I know I would never do any of this again but... words huh!? How would he know my regret is real? How can he know I wouldn't behave in such an idiotic way ever again? He can't. Words are just words. Perhaps I'll be able to let him go finally once I forgive myself. Maybe that's all I need. When I say and write I want him to be happy with or without me, I'm not saying it to put me in a good light to hide my true colors. I mean it. If I didn't I wouldn't have left because I realized how toxic, desagreeable and inconvenient I was being. That's what you do when you love someone: you just want them to be happy as much as you want to be happy.

When I finally forgive myself and look into my past behavior and actions as reflections of my lack of maturity, a way for me to learn and grow as a woman, a better woman, without beating myself up, being more compassionate and understanding towards myself, that will be the day I'll be able to hold my head up, be humble and look him into his eyes and say I am sorry (without feeling embarassed to even look at him). Without being so critical towards who I was.

I finally understand what was holding me back all this time: I need to forgive myself so I can move on.

I know that coleague of mine will forgive me. She's a good hearted woman, but when it comes to Luke I have no expectations. He's got a big heart, he's a great guy but I do understand where he comes from and I know how hard it is for him to trust someone... Well, people doesn't have to forgive me anyhow. I have trust issues of my own so I should have known better.. I know, I have faith that when time's right God's going to help me to meet him in person so I can make a real apology and... move forward. God's been so good to me and has been helping me when it comes to make amends with people who I'm fond of, by placing me and these people at the same place, same time, with no one around so I can fix things.. I'm pretty sure God's not going to turn away from me when it comes to apologizing to Luke.

It doesn't matter to me anymore what truly happened. I know the mistakes I have made and the things I have said out of whatever it is that was triggering me and I'm taking full accountability for it. That's what matters.

I just want to revise the past and keep on moving forward... I want to foccus on what I want from my future. And I know i'm finally breaking free from all of this shit show and manifesting better things for me. From a couple of days up until now I'm feeling the shift and seeing the changes. It is all a matter of time.

Once you're honest and you're willing to change, take accountability for your actions and make things diferent the universe, God, they're good to you too.

Today I'm grateful for the challenges, for these mistakes: they brought me the awareness I needed in order to start major changes in my life, to get to know myself, to own up who I am and my mistakes, for growing.

Challenges are big oportunities in disguise. I have faith tomorrow will be better ♥

Love, x

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"The fuck happened?" You haven't even left the building yet but Yoongi's been calling you nonstop. "You went to his studio? Are you out of your fucking mind? Why did you do that?" "Because he asked me to!!" you screamed into your phone. Yoongi was too stunned to speak. "He what?" You stop at the first bench you see to calm your nerves. "He called me the other day, on my way home from our dinner. He said he can't believe I'm in Korea and asked how long was I staying. He asked if I didn't have plans today can I come over? So..." Your voice trails off, and Yoongi understands that it was at this point that you let your love for Joon take over your rational thinking so off you went to his studio. He sighs. "Do you need me?" You close your eyes. You want to run as far away as possible from HYBE, from anyone that's BTS. "No," you say. "I want to be alone."

Back in HYBE, Yoongi walks over to Joon's studio and presses the buzzer. Once. Twice. Thrice. He was about to leave after the third try when the door opens. Yoongi gives Joon an exasperated look. "Why did you have to do that?" Joon shakes his head. "I didn't mean for it to be this way, hyung. Honestly, I didn't have plans for how to go about it. Up to the last minute I was waiting for her in the lobby I kept thinking how to approach her. The last time we spoke to each other I was too harsh, so I thought I'd try to show her this time I'm no longer mad at her. I didn't know she'd take it the wrong way. I'm really sorry."

Yoongi knew Joon well enough to know when he was truly sorry, and this was one of those times. It was Yoongi's turn to shake his head. He'll give it to Joon to be the brains of BTS, but he really needs help in handling matters that involve the heart. "I'll be in my studio if you need me."

"Hyung, didn't we both like her before? Why didn't you shoot your shot when we broke up?" Joon was on his fifth bottle of soju and was already slurring his words. "Shut up, Namjoon," Yoongi retorted. It was something Yoongi already buried at the back of his mind. What Joon said was true, but he valued their friendship - no, their brotherhood - so much that he stepped back, under the pretense that he "realized she's not my type." "She's hurting now - I hurt her. Why aren't you with her?" Joon presses on. It takes all of Yoongi's strength not to hit Joon with the soju bottle he was holding. He wasn't even supposed to be drinking; he has a concert tomorrow. "Because she said she wanted to be alone. Of course, I'm bothered that she's not okay. But I'm respecting her space," Yoongi said.

Joon nods and takes another sip from his glass. "Do you think we'd ever get back together, hyung?" he asks. "If you get your shit together, yes," Yoongi says in a heartbeat. "You're getting her all wrong, Joon. It's like you didn't spend four years of your life with her. Do you think she's gotten over you, and what she did, that easily? You think she didn't miss you and think of you every single day for the past three years?" Yoongi exhales loudly. "Then how can I start over again? I just gave her another reason to stay away," Joon says sadly. Yoongi looks at him with the pity and annoyance of an older brother to his younger brother. "I'll talk to her."

It's the first day of Yoongi's "The Final". You woke up to your phone vibrating incessantly. The caller ID read "Yoongs", so you pick up after what seemed like his 35th call. "Shibal, you're alive," Yoongi says. "Fuck you, too. What do you want? It's - " You look at the clock on your phone. "It's 7 fucking AM." You roll over to your back. "I'm already actually late for a meeting with my team. But that's not the point. I have an extra QR ticket for tonight because one of my cousins couldn't make it. You have plans tonight? JK's my guest, he's gonna do Seven." His offer didn't sound bad at all. "Hmmm, sure." "You don't sound so excited," Yoongi says. "I have a hangover, Yoongi. But I'm in my right mind enough to understand that I'll be watching your concert tonight. Send me the QR later." "Y/N!" Yoongi says before you end the call. "Yeah?" Yoongi hesitated for a bit, as if unsure if he should be saying something or not. "I was with Joon last night, he wanted to drink. I'm seeing post-breakup Namjoon all over again, Y/N. He was in such a long slump after you broke up that our manager had to drag him out of bed just to get him to the studio or go to our shoots." He pauses for a few seconds. "What I'm trying to say is, I just don't want him to go back to that dark phase. I don't know how he went through it, exactly, but I'm really happy the Namjoon we know is back. He needs to be in his right mind now that we're doing solos. The seven of us aren't always together physically anymore, we can't watch out for him all the time. I'm not asking you to get back together. I just want you to give him a chance," Yoongi finishes breathlessly. Damn that tongue technology. "I have to go, my manager's here. See you tonight."

In the shower, you think about what Yoongi said. He knows you well enough to understand that you were hurt by what happened yesterday, but also shows how much he loves Joon by asking you to do the least you can do - which is to try talking to him again. Yoongi never fails to knock some sense into your head. The question left for you now is - how do you talk to Joon?

To say that "The Final-Day 1" was a success was an understatement. ARMY went wild when JK showed up on stage for Burn It and Seven. Seeing JK up there doing his own thing made your heart swell with pride. When you met him years back, his wide-eyed innocence really got you. It's like you wanted to protect him from everything that will hurt him. Now, he's a grown-ass 26-year-old muscle bunny who can probably take down anyone who dares lay his eyes on you.

Security escorts you backstage after the concert. You stay in the holding area until one of the assistants fetches you and leads you to the green room, where Yoongi, Yi Jeong (El Capitan to ARMY), and the band were hanging out. "Y/N!!! You made it!" You hug him tightly. "Congratulations, Yoongi! I'm so, so, so proud of you!" You choke on your words as you start to cry. Yoongi pulls back and looks at you. "Yah! Don't cry! There are two more days left!" You laugh as you wipe away your tears. "This is the ARMY in me crying!" Yoongi laughs, too. "Come on, Yi Jeong's hosting a private after-party. I can't stay long 'coz I have to rest. But you'll be in good hands. Also," his voice drops in a whisper. "Joon will be there."

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"I'd kindly recommend you shut the fuck up." One bandit spoke as Ayaka was nearly pushed into the boat that slowly was sent into the foggy waters. Two rowed the small group out as they left the main island of Inazuma behind, making for one of the more secluded islands.

Nearly thirty minutes until they made landfall as the boat met a sudden stop, beached until the girl was grabbed and hoisted up again. Carried until they stopped and she was set down, the bag reached for and unceremoniously yanked off her light blue haired head.

A tent with a few of the bandits that initially kidnapped her, plus what seemed to be an old, woodcarved seat wherein a taller man sat. He looked her over, the old ronin robes on him as he leaned forward and eyed Ayaka up and down,

"Hm. Couldn't have gotten mora, I guess." He waved a hand, no matter. "How much you think she'd be worth? Her brother would likely pay nicely to get her back." One spoke as the 'leader' shot a glare, then back to the restrained girl,

"You did take two of my boys out - so what should they get in return?" He trailed off looking her over, the four men having a more sinister air, "So long as you don't kill or maim her we should get the full value for a ransom." One piped up as the chief huffed, reaching down to grasp at her chin and try to force her to look up,

"Mmh, I think I like her - So little Kamisato princess, which will it be; be my toy until your family pays up, or my boys for killing our brothers back there?"

Akaya flinched at the man's words but silenced herself. She was so unused to not being spoken to with respect. Her people respected and loved her but these men only saw her as a means to make money.

The trip felt like it was taking forever. She was scared, and didn't know where they were taking her. The silence was driving her crazy. All she could hear was the splashing of water and then the sudden thump of them reaching landfall. She yelped again as she was lifted up and thrown over a man's shoulder like she was an object. If only she could fight back...

The princess flinched and blinked her eyes a few times when the back was yanked off her head when she was sat down. She looked around, fearful, seeing that she was deep inside a bandit camp. It seemed she was far from home and wouldn't know where to begin when it came to making her way back. Their talk of what to do with her made her shiver. Her eyes landing on the leader when he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him,

"Would raping me not count as damaging me?" Ayaka responded, pressing her lips together at the choices she was given. Neither were good choices but one sounded much better than the other, "You... I'd rather be your toy..." She finally replied, looking defeated, and not looking forward to what was going to happen to her.

#kamisato princess: ayaka

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homicidalhorticulturist · 1 year

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OK.

Dharma drops the tree trunk off the side of the universe and rejoins the fellahs on the couch.

Lay it on us

Truly I am interested this is uncharted territory..

The fucking navigating shit with you

Sorry

Those who are with out a vagina

The three non-vagina havers sit stacked closely together on the arm of the right side of the couch. Dharma oblivious lays across it and tosses a leg over the back. Percy is bumbled with the look of a man who just have a light bulb blow up in his face but is completely unharmed, and thusly terrified.

It's a bunch of non creative creative types.

Sponges!?

I knew it was fucking sponges, why is it always with the world.

Cork or the cactus?

*pop*

Yeah, they are sponges but take the dick out of your ears for a goddammit second and learn.

Valla.

Circles

Start hula hooping for bikini season?

Man Walton ever since Gwyong got put back together, and you put those gorgeous star-gazer lillies in her its like there are other parts to you I haven't noticed before. You're like complete and I really had a different definition of you.

THATS WHAT YOU NEED TO BE WARY OF YOU GORGEOUS FLOOD OF FIRE WITH AN AMAZING PENIS GREAT SMILE KILLER PERSONALITY AND JUST GODDAMN EVERYTHING.

You know fucking finally i...

Look. Where's Walton? Find Walton for me NOW!

Percy and Reggie looked high and lo. Through spring and summer through fall, fuck winter, and spring again.

You didn't find him did you.

No and I barely remember what he looked like come to think of it.

Because he has one value in this world. And that is fat nerdy slug thing librarian. That the hooch that spills out his taps, and you switched him to water.

Water is the devil

It's so fucking stupid

Cue the monkeys.

I hole at least they wear

Tap shoes this time.

*pop* *pop*

You made him real. Stole his thunder and pissed all over his flaws which are what people long for and made him relatable. People don't want that shit. Especially that load of cock pockets. They need their lovely lady lumps getting soulful destroyed and cock pumped by elephant constellations trumpeting their conquest of a fool to standing ovations, and beware of snake oil salesmen dressed up as interesting well thought out respectable things.

They need their sale too.

But what's more important?

That they are fracturing into different groups. Smaller groups.

We would be overwhelmed to take them on all at once, but we can certainly call on some friends that haven't been fleshed out yet.

That doesnt..oh.

I always liked labyrinth.

WWHD?

He wouldn't be deceitful. He would have helped. He..

He...

He would not give a shit because he's Henson. That I'm actually the incredible shooting star from another shooting star

From another shooting star

Oh my God.

They know that too.

Patrick Stewart was headlining Othello at the Shakespeare Theatre the summer after my freshman year, and I got to do my summer jnternship there. While I was massacering some Merchant of Venice mother fucking Jean Luke <---not doing it Picard rolls up and asks Cathy for a quarter to use the pay phone. He was just normal. I couldn't even tell you the color of his sweater I imagined was his chiseled silver chest holding me down and enterprising into my crap clapper (i can't or I'm not ready pick one) point is, he was only interesting on stage, because that was where his baguette got deep throated by the lizard bread sucking people of Mrenium 7..

Yeah this might work

.seeds I'm already thinking about that catching in my wind pipe.

Oh god

Yeah

Move on.

Sorry.

Bitch.

Point is. The enterprise flies when you are on it. This plates don't spin with out your grin. Pick the ones that better you and then the other ones be forgotten. Trust me. 15k a clap is gonna stick and none of them are worth you magically dancing around the world and encouraging things to grow. (Boom subtle bones jokes. It's not subtle if your are congratulating yourself here. I sure as fuck am. I'm still alone and I need to be ok with that. )

We need to treat me like a business then. That means that though you are well educated and it looks like you are doing cool things with the material the free lunch program is over. I will happily keep this food truck plucking by but I need things, and for once, seeing as how you have kept quiet this whole time. You will have to do me the honor of asking. As well as signing a non disclosure form. It's all swell for all of you to talk about being small and not having the means for things. I don't either, crap excuse. Specially since I'm the literal butthole you've danced around and I hav ent been paid shit. Hmmmn ok I know how to say this.

Thank you guys for giving me my light back, I am excited to collaborate with some of you. I am going to go dark for a while and figure out how to secure my ideas. I'm happy you think your spin on them is great it is probably really great. Feel free to run with what you have, but artist to artist...thats real fucking weak, I mean come on. Anyways. Going to try and fail all over the place, but gonna try and limit your view, maybe it's worth something to you, maybe it ain't. But judging by how entrapped in my own self indulgent little story weaving I'm leading you down....

Yeah

Gottem

OK we can do this.

So many neat things and like they still do dumb shit with them. God and man I am a good actor or I'm a good learner something like that cause they are stuck on stupid.

Spinning plates

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D, U, R, I - for Duri

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

hahaha. it's fairly straightforward but the man hasn't really had any time to think about.. the frivolous things? much of his life was spent trying to get his sister back and when he finally did, he had to start paying off the price it took to get her back so he's never had much of a moment to breathe. i think what his ideal date would be is a break. a way to really decompress and get away from it all without the worry of having someone breathing down his neck asking for something. a disconnect from his phone, internet, and the people he doesn't want to be around. so maybe him, his partner, and some isolated hot springs somewhere where they can just enjoy each other and what's around them without interruption. no thoughts. head empty. that's duri's ideal date.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

in the context of a relationship? no. duri's never really cared to sink his teeth in a relationship when there are so many other things that require his attention. that's not to say that he's ot interested, but he's a man who functions on priority and honors that priority, while still respecting the women around him as best he can. when it comes to his family? and their values? he's been heart broken plenty of times. his mother couldn't handle the incompentencies of their father but didn't have the heart to stick around for her children. he tries not to hold onto hope anymore if it's not realistic. it's made him calculated but he prefers it and it's benefitted him greatly.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

cynic, absolutely. nobody has really set a good example for him and he's not really surrounded by it either. he approaches things methodically and rarely has high hopes for them so he remains a cynic until proven otherwise.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

he only says 'i love you' to his sister, the only person in the world he's ever fought for and protected. it's easy for him to say it to her because he went years and years without even a sliver of opportunity to say it to her, even in passing. so he does it as much as he can now to make up for that lost time. to others, he'll only say i love you when he's knee deep in the trenches with them, and after they've gone through a few hardships and they stick around after every single one of them :^)

#duri kang › musing.#decadentias

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Daichi Sawamura ∘ Ideal Girlfriend HCs

🏐 Warnings/Notes: not proofread, one of the things is nsfw (clearly indicated below the cut), Daichi (like all characters I write for) is aged up 21+ since I'm sure some people think he's still in hs.

The traits Daichi will fall hard for...

Mature - you can't be into silly hs drama. He's got very little patience for such childish bullshit.

Responsible - He doesn't want to feel like he has to parent you. He's looking for an equal. Respects the fuck out of you if you handle your business and stay on your shit.

Independent - please have your own shit going on. Daichi is independent himself so he's not going to long suffer an overly-clingy, super needy gf. He needs to maintain a sense of his own independence bc that's just part of who he is and he can't do that if you're always needing him.

Social Graces/Lady in the streets/Classy - appearances matter to Daichi. It's not that he cares what others think per se, but he does know the value of networking and creating/maintaining good relations. He has tact down to an artform and will not be pleased if you behave gracelessly in a social setting. An honest slip-up here and there is okay - he knows no one is perfect - but if you show a pattern of this type of behavior, especially after he's told you how he feels about it, he's going to feel like you're completely dismissive of something that's important to him and *snip, snip*, motherfucker. In fact, if this is just your personality, his fine, observant ass has already noticed and you'll probably repel him before you even get the chance to embarrass him.

⚠NSFW AHEAD⚠............Freak between the sheets - Listen, behind closed doors all bets are off. Daichi is nasty and there is nothing anyone could ever do or say to make me change my mind. It's okay if you're a little shy when y'all first start having sex, but there better be a freaky little sex kitten hiding in there who likes to talk dirty and call him "daddy". He's dom asf, okay, so you're going to need to be okay with subbing. He thinks a little brattiness is cute, but what really gets him going is a sweet thing who just wants to be on her best behavior in exchange for being stuffed with Daddy Daichi's fat cock.

Goal-oriented - please have an ambitious streak. You don't have to run for president or have a 5-year plan, but have some things you'd like to accomplish or skills you'd like to improve upon and a gameplan to get there. If you're not sure how to get from where you are to where you want to be, ask Daichi for his input. He'll be happy as shit that you value his opinion on such matters.

Supportive - Daichi can be self-critical at times, pushes himself too hard, sometimes doubts that he can live up to his own insanely high standards for himself. So if he's having one of "those days", please take his hand and lead him to the couch. Settle in behind him and give his shoulders, neck, and back a good rubdown while you tell him how much you believe in him and remind him of his achievements. He will be reduced to a warm puddle of sap. Seriously, it means the fucking world to him.

Do not - I repeat - DO NOT chase him. He's very much a gentlemen and not a little old-fashioned so if you start pursuing him, he'll lose interest quick. If he wants you, honey, trust that he will have his sights set on you and you'll know it bc it'll feel like you couldn't escape even if you wanted to. Daichi is a man who knows precisely what he wants. If you feel mutual attraction and chemistry, but he hasn't put the moves on you yet...BE PATIENT. He's observing you. Maybe even lowkey running you through little tests to see how you'll behave or react in a given situation. But when he finally chooses to make a move, he'll go in for the kill. There won't be any "will he or won't he?" "I can't tell whether or not he likes me" "he's so wishy-washy". No. baby love, you will know.

DO NOT try to play games with him. He will not think that mixed signals and mind games make you cool and mysterious. He'll think you are immature and wasting his time.

Kind - don't be a bitch. It's really simple. He's the type that is entirely put off if you're rude to restaurant staff and customer service reps.

Confident - know your worth. Determine your own value and treat yourself well. We all have our off days and no one feels like they're on all the time, but if you're constantly putting yourself down or shortchanging yourself, he's not going to find that sexy.

BUT Humble - be able to admit when you're wrong or that you don't have all the answers, and be willing to learn and grow.

I could keep going, but this is already getting too long and I wanted this to just be a quick, fun thing to throw together.

#daichi #sawamura #daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#daichi sawamura hcs #haikyuu hcs #daichi hcs #hq hcs #daichi headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons

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