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Feyd's Gom Jabbar

DUNE 2: Missing Scene (my own take)

Summary: Lady Margot Fenring is on a Bene Gesserit mission: test and preserve the genetics of the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. She is well aware of his deranged pleasures of choice. Armed with her Pain Box, Gom Jabbar, her Voice and her substantial wiles and wits, she delves into Feyd's world. She is unprepared, however, for her own reaction to his... attentions.

WARNINGS!! EXPLICITLY MATURE CONTENT, 18+, NOT for the faint of heart, this is a dark story for a dark character.

This is a hard turn from my usual writings, so reader beware. This is NOT Austin... this is Feyd. He is sadistic, uncaring, aggressive and ambitious.

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⚠️⚠️Warnings: hickeys, biting to draw blood, minor blood play, pain, sadism, beating with a belt, restraint, degradation, pussy spanking, breeding, implied prior abuse of a child, vocal manipulation and control, hard PIV, choking, mentions of knife play⚠️⚠️

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A/N: It is unclear if Feyd is 17 Geidi Prime years or Standard Galactic years. (1 SG or earth year = 2.6 GP years) So take this story as you will as far as age goes. I am a DUNE fan and have tried to layer world tidbits into this story.

PSA: This fictional depiction of BDSM is brutal and inspired by the characters from DUNE part 2. It is not meant to misconstrue BDSM or it's community or defame the rightful owners of the DUNE franchise. This is just pure S&M fantasy/fun. Before you play in ANY kinky way please garner consent, please discuss the scene, please set up safe words and please remember your aftercare. Safe, Sane, and Consensual my loves!

@austinbutlerslovers, @elvismylove04

Feyd’s GomJabbar

He is kneeling in front of her, though he does not know how he got here. His hand is in a box and his keen senses feel the sharp needle point at his neck.

Lady Fenring is sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed. She is saying something about seeing if he is human through pain. The corner of his lip curls and he blows a short breath through his nose.

‘Pain,’ he thinks to himself, ‘does this woman think I don't know pain just because I am na-Baron? I knew how to deal with pain before I was 10 standard years old.’

She sees his smirk at the idea of pain. Most, when the test is sprung on them, drop immediately into panic, even if they try not to show it.

“You are not afraid?” she can’t help but ask.

“Pft, there is nothing here to fear,” and he nods his face toward the box.

She closes her eyes, turning on the nerve pain inducers with her Bene Gesserit Prana Nervature abilities.

When she opens them, he is staring at her with cold, snake-like eyes. His lips, not set in grim acceptance, but lightly closed, amused, waiting.

An itching, a burning, these are nothing to Feyd. Then the pain shoots like lighting through his fingers and palm, radiating out the back of his long fingered hand.

As the pain increases, his eyes close and his naked forehead scrunches together. The most sensual of moans rumbles in his chest. His plush lips twitch and his head tilts to the side.

The only way to survive the kind of upbringing he had, was to delve into the pain, transform it into pleasure.

His other hand is on her knee, kneading creeping incrementally up her thigh. His lips part as a breathy ‘oh’ leaves his lips. His head drops back as his eyelids flutter.

“Yes,” he breathes out as though her lips were wrapped around his cock.

She realizes with a jolt, it’s like foreplay for him. Curious, she increases the pain past where she should.

His abs contract, and he moans as his eyes fling open to stare at hers. The predator she sees in those dark orbs internally shocks her. But her training has been far too thorough to show it.

“Remove your hand, human.” she says in a metered tone, releasing the pain from him.

“I need one of those,” he says in a low voice.

“You wouldn't be able to use it if you did,” she counters.

He slides his hand from the box, not even bothering to look at it. Using it instead to wrap around the back of her neck. His other hand immediately runs up her thigh to her hip. He pulls her lips to his in a demanding kiss. He is so aroused he is about to press himself upon her. All he can think is how he wants to fuck her bloody.

His desire was unexpected. There was no protocol for this kind of behavior. But the way his lips moved on hers, steady, exacting and completely in control. She finds herself drawn to him, despite his playboy reputation.

“{{Stop, remove your clothes}}” Having registered him in the hallway to draw him to her room, she knew exactly what pitch of Voice to use to control him.

She uses the subtle ways, the ones that just seem a suggestion to the target and they still know what they are doing, even if they don’t really have a choice.

His taut muscles relax, he stands and immediately divests himself of his outer Kurta, then belt, tunic and trousers. He stands in front of her naked. The alabaster skin was expected, indicative of living under the black sun of Giedi Prime. But his sculpted physique is magnificently breathtaking. He looks as if he was chiseled from the very bones of the planet. His wide, muscled shoulders and chest rising and falling as he breathes deep. The V of his torso is echoed in the V of his waist, drawing her eyes down to his lengthy cockstand. Erect, willing, waiting. He is stunning. It’s not always that a Sister is sent on this kind of mission and gets such a gorgeous specimen. She is going to enjoy this far more than she expected.

She leans back on the foot of the bed. The graceful arc of her hand pulls the diaphanous black dress back, revealing the long slit up the front. Her bare legs are long and supple. They open to reveal a bald pussy, already wet and waiting for him.

Her Ovulation Ritual completed, her eggs wait, ready to receive. In the AfterRite, she will consciously dispel any male zygotes and select the most vigorous female to be implanted, to carry the formidable genetics of this specimen.

She releases her voice-hold on him. Wondering what he’ll do.

Feyd looks her over as though she were a meal and he likes to play with his food. He doesn't just stick his dick in her like some hormone driven youth, he has a certain twisted honor about him. He inhales her scent, her pheromones calculated specifically for him, now that she has kissed him and sampled his genetics. He growls, animalistic and predatory.

“You are truly beautiful, Lady. I’m going to enjoy having my way with you. I’m going to watch that pale skin welt maybe even bleed before I fuck you,” as he speaks, he kneels down on one knee, a hidden hand reaching for the belt atop his pile of clothes.

Lady Margot doesn't flinch at his words. Pain training is the first thing she mastered in the Bene Gesserit school. Her eyes flash in desire at him. A little pain, a little blood spilled; this is a small price for the extraction of his genes.

He leans in and puts his mouth on her creamy inner thigh. Licking with that long tongue, sucking her flesh hard into his mouth. He lifts her legs, knees bent wide to her torso. Her cunt open and wide to him. He licks and sucks, and licks and sucks. His long fingers gripping her thigh. He is methodical, leaving a neat row of oval bruises like garters around her inner thighs.

The repetitive lick, suck, twinge of his work starts to lull her body into false expectation. Her mind knows better, it will get worse. And truth be told, she kind of hopes it does. She is curious to see if the rumors are true.

Her pussy is dripping, the scent intoxicating to him, although missing the sharp scent of fear he usually likes. He delights in breaking in new slaves in the pleasure wing. Their dread smells and tastes so delicious. He smiles up at her, a monster in sexy clothing. He nestles his face back into the soft flesh of her inner thigh and bites hard. The sharpened black canines drawing blood.

She yelps at his harsh bite, but keeps herself exposed to him.

His long tongue extends, the tip dragging a line of dark red up her leg. He pulls back, watching the liquid worm it’s way down and drip off her. His cock twitches in response. He repeats on her other side. She moans above him as his teeth sink into her silky flesh.

She, like him, must be a student of the beauty of pain and pleasure, he decides. This must be why she sought him out. Well, he will give her a night she will never forget, something Count Fenring, the eunuch, could never do.

Her blood, nearly black in the light of his dark planet, stains his chin, he makes no move to wipe it off. Seeing his heightened arousal, she directs her body's response to the wound. Tells her platelets to back off and she lets her blood continue to drip, drip, drip.

His belt, previously draped over his bent knee, is now folded in two in his fist. He licks the blood from his lips as a deviant smile spreads on his chiseled features. She truly is a gorgeous creature, and creatures should be domesticated. Broken.

She waits for the blow that is sure to come.

He holds the black strap between his two hands, and in an obviously familiar motion, snaps the leather onto her thigh. Not experimentally, not to see how she reacts, he knows exactly what he is doing.

She yelps again, then moans, transforming her pain into pleasure, as she was taught. Her legs stay open to him.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you pet,” He hits her again on the other thigh, ”Don’t you!” he snarls when she doesn't respond, hitting her harder.

“Yes” is all she breathes. To her surprise, she finds herself believing it.

“Oh wouldn’t it be fun to keep you,” his snake-like voice slithers over her. “Imagine it, my personal highborn pain whore, secreted away in my chambers. I’d strap you, beat you, every night. Decorating your body somewhere new, before I fucked every orifice you have. I’d use your blood to jerk off and make you sleep in pools of blood and cum.” As he casually talks, he is beating her with the strap of his belt. Punishing her bite wounds, spattering little droplets of blood onto her thighs, her pussy, his forearm and fist.

“But you are Lady Fenring, wife to the right hand of the Emperor himself. You’d be missed.” He pushes his lips out in a mock pout. “So I suppose I’ll have to settle for this.”

Then he does it, brings the belt down hard on her pussy. With no warning, she gasps and her body coils, trying to protect her exposed and dripping vulva. She should have been prepared for it, she immediately thinks. She has been letting herself dip too far into his sadistic scene. This scene where the only safe word lies in her use of the Voice and her wits. She must pay attention to the mission.

“Heh heh heh,” his smile is lopsided, psychotic. His eyes narrow predatorily. He saw that spike of fear, he smelled it. He is beginning to get somewhere now.

“Now, now,” he jerks her legs apart, ”open up, I’m not done, Lady.”

The crack of his belt on her pussy resounds in her ears, pain burning like lightning. This time she is ready for it and keeps her body still. Once, twice, three times more he cracks her most sensitive of skin. She winces by the end. His black-toothed smile wide, enjoying her willing anguish.

“Now, Lady-pet, do you want this?” his hand is on his cock, leaving dark red-black streaks up and down his shaft.

She nods. She finds, when she allows herself to look into her own desire, that despite the pain, despite the fact that it’s what she came here for, that she does want it. She wants to feel him in her, and not just for her mission, but for herself. She looks up at him, giving him the exact parting of her lips, the exact mix of desire and fear in her eyes, the exact tilt of her head to make him want her, to need to be inside her.

Sex, pain and desire, she knew now, would be the way to truly control him. How easy it would be to make him her pet, to bind him to her as she probed his deepest subconscious, planting the safeguarding phrases she was ordered to do. Easy to make him hers. She would call him to her with the promise of tortuous pleasure that only they could give one another. There were rumors that the Baron’s plans included Feyd on the throne. What a thing would that be, fucking the Emperor when she needed it, when she wanted it. Secretly controlling him with her whispered words in his ear while he was his most vulnerable, post orgasm. He could be her path to true power.

His tongue runs along the black line inside his lip, considering how he wanted to fuck her. He grabs her hands, the belt cinching down around them. He yanks her to her feet, the lace dress covering her. He drags her around the bed, throwing her down onto her back. He lashes the belt to the convenient D-ring sunk into the headboard, anchoring her arms above her head. Giedi Prime was harsh, but convenient for the truly depraved, even in the guest wing. He doesn't bother with the bodice of her gown, though he thought ripping it off her might be a good way to scare her further.

But no, he is only interested in the blood on her legs, in the warm wetness of her pussy. He doesn't like breasts, they remind him of his hated mother. He tilts his head, like a wolf, looking at her half naked form. She truly is a gorgeous creature. Creatures should be domesticated. Broken.

She lets him bind her, albeit haphazardly. She allows it, noting he is far too aroused to do it properly. Besides, she knows she can get out of it with a word.

“Now, Lady,” his voice is like sandpaper smooth yet harsh at the same time, “I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

The words seep into her, she libidinously opens her legs, staring at him, willing him to sink his cock into her. Her pussy is open, waiting, wet, and not just from her mind/body control. She startled by how much she is actually turned on by this beautifully dangerous beast of a man. This must be why they sent her, something the Reverend Mother saw in her, that made her perfect for this mission.

He steps away, fumbling in his pants pocket and produces a personal poison snooper. It’s about a handspan long and cylindrical. He reaches down, pulling her lips apart, straining her skin. She moans as the sensations shoot to her core.

“Can’t be too safe,” he says to her. He activates the wand and shoves it inside her, moving it roughly around. He’s lived his whole life in House Harkonnen, he knows better than to just trust a willing woman. He himself has used Rossak or Elacca microneedles to ensure his victories in the gladiatorial arena. He is struck with the idea of installing one in the thigh of one of his uncle’s slave boys. Now that he is the proclaimed heir, it is only right that he should attempt to assassinate the Baron. A deadly smile spreads on his lips at the thought. The poison snooper beeps twice, finding nothing. He tosses it back on his pile of clothes.

He swipes the blood, still dripping but slower now, across her labia with his hand, brings it to his mouth and licks it off his palm. The coppery taste of her blood mixing with the saltiness of her juices. He is no longer able to stand it, she is like the perfect fuck toy. The way she takes what he gives her. He knows he can’t treat her fully like he does his pleasure slaves, making shallow cuts high on their white bodies, so that the blood drips down onto their naked skin as he fucks them. She is a lady and a guest, afterall. In all honesty, the blood was a risk, but it was his birthday, he could get away with it.

He spreads her again with the fingers on one hand, guiding his beautiful, huge cock just barely into her. He watches her lips part for him, stretch around him. He loves the sight of himself plunging over and over, dominating the flesh.

“If you were my pet, I’d put a ring through this little jewel,” he pinches her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, “with a long chain. I would lead you around with it. Pull on it and watch your face,” he squeezes cruelly, “do that.”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. Pain and pleasure rocket to her core. Her pussy grips the head of his cock, closing tight. He thrusts into her deep and hard, ramming her open again.

{{{“Listen Feyd,”}}} She slithers into his mind with the strongest Voice, trapping him. His eyes glaze over, his hips slow, fingers still, waiting for her orders. She whispers the spell of binding, the spell that plants the Bene Gesserit control over him deep into his subconscious, should they need it, should she need it. She smiles as she adds her own twist, embedding in him a deep desire for her that would activate with a word spoken from her lips. It’s only fitting, she decides, since it is her blood, her pussy on his cock, that is sealing this witchery.

{{“Fuck me, Feyd,}} She slowly lessens her intense hold on his mind. He resumes thrusting.

{{“My clit”}}, his thumb scrapes at her clit.

She is so full, so turned on. She has actually never used the Voice in sex before. The power is intoxicating. His fingers are rough on her clit, but it’s what she wants, what she needs right now. He feels so fucking good inside her over and over.

His cock is pumping in and out of her, his own pure pleasure plain on his face. A lifetime of programming dropping away in his tranced state, as though he had taken Semuta and was hearing the sweet music. He was feeling the simple, timeless ecstasy, probably for the first time in his life. It strikes her, that without the twist of cunning in his mouth; the narrow calculating eyes; the constant state of awareness of a potential poisoned blade at his back, he was unequivocally beautiful. What a man he would have been, had he been born into a different House. Revered instead of feared. A jewel to be coveted and honored. No doubt, with his natural intelligence, would have already been promised to one of the Emperor's daughters, if not to Princess Irulan herself. His child would be stunning and they would never let him know she existed, lest he twist her.

His face begins to contort in rapture, she can sense his passion rising, his hips speeding up.

{{“Don’t you cum, Feyd.}} He immediately falls back into measured thrusts.

{{”That’s it, fuck me, rub my clit, make me cum on that strong cock,”}} he works her clit between his fingers and his beautiful cock in her cunt.

It is so good, pushing her higher. Then she is seething, her pussy wildly contracting as he keeps plowing into her. Her eyes blink, her mouth hangs open before a throat ripping scream issues forth. She jerks, hips thrashing under him. Her hands are pulling at the restraints she never even thought to make him remove.

The tambor of her scream breaks the hold over him as she cums. He blinks, fingers digging automatically into her hips. He sees his cock in her, sees her writhing. He is unsure what happened in the past few minutes, Has be been fucking her? Did she use her witches powers on him. Surely not, she is still tied up. She would have made him remove those. No, he just got lost in pleasure, too lost. He growls in distaste, he is always under control. His fingers tighten on her thighs and he feels the hard edge of the Pain Box secreted in the folds of her dress. He needs to refocus himself.

He fishes out the box from the fabric, laying it on her belly.

She frowns, panting from her pleasure, not comprehending what he means to do, she won’t use it on herself, she can’t. She remembers her own Gom Jabbar. She vowed never again. Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam was notoriously… thorough with the Box.

She shouldn’t be surprised when he shoves his hand in the Box.

“Do it,” is all he growls.

She shakes her head but uses her mental powers to turn on the pain, just a little.

“Ahhhhh” he tosses his head back like before, his voice box protruding from the front of his throat. His hips move slowly, pushing himself in and out of her. Her blood on the front of his hips spurs him on.

“More,” he moans.

She obliges, her pussy still spasming as he fucks her harder.

As the pain ramps up in the Box he roars, staring right into her face. She is captivated by him. His hips snap hard against her.

{{“Cum Feyd, cum in my quivering slit”}} her pitch is a little less than perfect.

He pounds into her, hard, harder, harder still. Truthfully, she starts to cum on his cock once more, losing her mental grip on the Pain Box.

He yanks his hand out. The Box clatters to the floor. He grabs her by the throat. True fear flashes in her eyes, her orgasm stalled. Without access to the Voice, she is at his nonexistent mercy. His hand is wrapped tight on the sides of her neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. How could she have let it get this far? His eyes are dark glittering jewels, staring directly into hers. Her fear is exactly what he wanted, what he needed to push him to the point of no return.

“No hexes from you, filthy pain slut of a witch whore,” he seethes, “you’ll take what I give you, take my magnificent fucking cock you dirty, dirty gorgeous highborn fuck toy.” All the venom from his twisted mind spews from his mouth. He fucks her relentlessly, now pursuing his release with single minded intent.

Her orgasm is laced with fear but builds quickly with the decreased oxygen to her brain. It erupts as he grips harder on her throat. Her whole body shakes under him, her pussy contracting in undulating waves on his thickness.

“Aaarrrrrghhhh! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” he pushes in impossibly deep, his cockhead erupting agasint her cervix, his seed boiling from him. His eyelids, his arms, his hips; all tremble violently as he unloads, raging into her.

He stares into her pin-point pupils, panting. He won’t say it, but she was magnificent. The best fucking plaything he’d had in a long time.

His grip on her throat is the last to loosen. The blackness playing at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she amps up her oxygen intake to compensate.

He smiles at the dark bruises already blooming on her long, graceful neck.

He climbs off her, making no move to release her bonds. His long cock still half hard, muscled body rippling and shimmering with sweat. Fuck he really was unrivaled in the glory of his body.

He casually picks up the black pile of clothes, not deigning to put them on. He is na-Baron. He will have his slaves dress him. He stands at the foot of the bed, surveying his handiwork: the tight pattern of oval bruises on her thighs, the blood smeared across her legs and pussy, the trail of his cum left by his withdrawal from her slit, the handprint ringing her neck, the red welts on her white skin, the equally red marks on her wrists. God he wanted her again and again, wishing he was in his own chamber, his own instruments of pain and pleasure to hand. He would have made this night last forever.

“Know this, Lady Fenring,” Feyd hisses demonically, “you and your tight witch’s cunt will never be the same. No man will ever match me in your whore pussy. Ever. You’ll be back, begging to be my forever plaything.” He walks to the door, pauses and says over his shoulder. “Oh and keep the belt, as a token of my… esteem. “

He walks out, stark naked, with nary a look back.

He doesn’t see the cunning smile unfold on her face, nor hear the low chuckle in her throat.

Mission accomplished.

#feyd smut #feyd rautha #Feyd Rautha x Lady Margot Fenring #Feyd and Lady Margot #dune part two

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gooeyringtown · 8 months

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i (very badly) edited ken’s outfits onto margot based on @incorrectbarbie ’s post (i can’t draw @hellmo i’m sorry 😭)

and we were ROBBED.

fuckgirl barbie you are so personal to me

#barbie #barbie 2023 #margot robbie #let barbie be a fuckgirl!!!#barbie edit #gloria x barbie #adding the glorbie tag bc if i saw this i’d go crazy hehe #a little treat #glorbie

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ophiespeaks · 3 months

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MY DRS!!!

Masterlist <3

(For inspiration, ideas, or just to get to know me!!! This is in no particular order btw, just the way they’re ordered in my Lifa App.)

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*Side note, I have a “waiting room” dr too. It’s basically just a big movie theater but all the theater rooms are my different drs. But I’ve elected to not make a full section for it.*

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Dr Name: Hogwarts, 1991.

Universe/Basis: Harry Potter

Synopsis: Non-Canonical HP dr where I get to experience the magical world completely and fully with my favorite characters. There’s no war, no plot, and things have been changed to make it more desirable for me. IE: No Death Eaters/Voldemort, no one dies, etc. It’s basically just a boarding school dr with magic lol. It was my main dr for a long time and has a LOT of little things scripted in. Honestly, I’m still so in love with it and if I ever did permashift, it would probably be here.

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Dr Name: Chosen One

Universe/Basis: Harry Potter

Synopsis: Canon-Adjacent dr where basically I’m Harry. Obviously he doesn’t exist in this dr because I’m obsessed with being the main character (/hj). Things have been scripted to not be so traumatizing and awful all the time, but will loosely follow a sort of plot to let me be the chosen one in a prophecy and basically the center of attention. There’s stakes and I don’t expect to shift here for long intervals because it seems stressful, but I’m shifting to third year with a pre-written backstory for the first two years. Again, not fully canon- certain characters don’t die and the war isn’t killing innocents etc. I just like attention.

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Dr Name: Lost

Universe/Basis: ABC’s Lost TV Series (2004)

Synopsis: Canon-Adjacent to the Lost TV series, without the um…trauma. Also people don’t die. It’s basically Survivor meets Real Housewives. I live for the drama tbh. Basically the plane crash leaves me stranded with strangers and I get to meet the characters. I don’t have a s/o but I’m looking to be an adoptive daughter figure to Sawyer because emotionally unavailable selfish assholes seem to be my father-figure go to for some reason.

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Dr Name: The 100

Universe/Basis: CW’s The 100

Synopsis: Heavily scripted but honestly it’s almost-canon to the events of seasons 1 and 2 of the 100, obviously not so traumatizing though. I’m basically using this as a teenage-run society dr or maybe like a huge camping trip dr lmao. None of the 100 die like in canon, and also because I have main character syndrome Clarke and therefore also Wells aren’t part of the original delinquent mission. My s/o is gonna be Bellamy Blake, and I have a few close friends in the 100/eventually the grounders. There’s a lot of drama lmao. Also, my dad is Markus Kane and my (adoptive) brother is Murphy and my whole backstory is so convoluted it needed rewritten multiple times to even be coherent lmao.

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Dr Name: Fame (Adult)

Universe/Basis: Better CR

Synopsis: Modern-set dr where I’m a famous actress/musician in my early twenties. I own a makeup/skincare company, as well as a non-profit community oriented foundation to teach kids the arts (acting, music, performance, dance, drawing, painting, etc.) but also hosting events and drives to give back to local communities. As for my professional career, I’m a part of some of my favorite movies/shows in my cr, as well as some movie ideas I had myself and made into a franchise in my DR. I’m basically the biggest IT girl and I’m like if Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, and Margot Robbie were a single person. Some of my films/shows, to name a few, are The VVitch, A Star Is Born, The Summer I Turned Pretty, and Barbie.

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Dr Name: Fame (Teen)

Universe/Basis: Better CR

Synopsis: An early 2010s dr, I’m a young teen actress and get to star in some of my favorite shows and movies from that time period, as well as some adaptations I thought up myself. My dad is Matthew Grey Gubler because he seems like he’d be such a cool dad, so I’m technically a Nepo baby. I play Dustin’s twin sister in Stranger Things, I play Annabeth Chase in an adaptation of PJO, I play Prim in The Hunger Games, I’m Coraline in a live action adapatation, and a few other roles that I have planned.

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Dr Name: Assemble

Universe/Basis: MCU - Young Avengers

Synopsis: I’m Tony Stark’s daughter, all the OGs don’t die, and I’m in charge of the Young Avengers. I’ve adapted some comic book characters into new heroes, as well as adding known characters like Spider-man, America Chavez, Yelena (younger in my dr), Kate Bishop, etc. It’s basically like fanfic Avengers lmao. We all live in the compound in upstate New York, and sometimes other “characters” pop in to give us training lessons and stuff such as Stephen Strange or Wong, T’Challa, Bucky, Loki, etc. It seems so fun to just have a compound full of super powered/super-capable teenagers tbh. A nightmare for my dad tho.

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Dr Name: The Olympian

Universe/Basis: MCU

Synopsis: A more canon-reliant take on an MCU dr, where I join the original Avengers back in 2011. I’m basically a greek demigoddess capable of minor feats of magic, but through being a hero I’m eventually granted full godhood (like Hercules/Heracles in the myths) for my efforts. Fighting villains and hearing the hero drama seems so interesting. Honestly, I’ll probably be less involved in this dr than my Assemble dr, but this one’s still cool if only for my backstory here alone lol.

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Dr Name: The Games

Universe/Basis: The Hunger Games

Synopsis: Basically not canon at all lmao. I don’t want to kill anyone, that’s insane. Basically, the districts still exist (though people aren’t starving or anything) and “The Games” are basically just a big game show held in the Capitol and the winner gets money, fame, etc. This dr is loosely based off of the prequel, the ballad of songbirds and snakes, so there’s *technically* Coriolanus Snow as my love interest/mentor, but his character is so different that it’s basically not even him- I just find Tom Blythe attractive is all. Also Sejanus Plinth is my bbygirl he deserved so much better.

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Dr Name: Camp Halfblood

Universe/Basis: PJO

Synopsis: Non-Canon pjo dr. I’m a child of Zeus (I need to be the main character so bad ig. Also, I need to have an absent/terrible biological father apparently?? minus tony tho 🫶) and I’m the only one in the Zeus Cabin. There’s no quests and we’re genuinely just trained over the summer and allowed to either stay or go to school for the rest of the year. It’s basically a summer camp dr but with a little magic and stuff here and there. Percy, Grover, Annabeth, etc. are all my age and eventually Percy will be my s/o because clueless boys of unimaginable power are just so babygirl to me i guess.

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Dr Name: Bridgerton

Universe/Basis: Netflix’s Bridgerton TV series

Synopsis: Mostly canon, with a few more added families and such. My own background is also a royalty dr- I’m the princess of Norway undercover as the distant relative of Lady Danbury, and I’ve got a few completely made-up love interests because no one in the show is really in my age range??? I mean some are close, like Colin, but he’s in love with Penelope so idk. I just want fancy dresses and huge parties and high society drama tbh.

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Dr Name: The Walking Dead

Universe/Basis: AMC’s The Walking Dead TV series

Synopsis: HEAVILY SCRIPTED!!! I don’t want my people to die obviously. Zombies/walkers can’t actually hurt us and everyone smells good oof. No cannibals bc ew, it’s basically a found family dr with zombies. I/we won’t have to kill people!!! Both Daryl and Rick are sort of father figures to me, and my love interests include a few people such as Carl, Enid, Ron, and Kelly (I love Kelly sm) and the later seasons are changed to be better to live in and everything’s not constantly falling apart. Also, basically scripting out all of the Negan drama and most stuff after it, because absolutely not.

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Dr Name: BrBa

Universe/Basis: AMC’s Breaking Bad TV series

Synopsis: LISTEN!!! I just think it would be fun to fuck around in this dr tbh. I’m a high-end dealer (drugs don’t kill people and don’t have a bad effect on people either) and I just want to go to lavish parties and commit high end crimes. I think Walter White is funny as hell unintentionally and Jesse Pinkman seems like the coolest person to just hang out with (at least in the first few seasons of the show.) Obviously, it’s not even remotely canon and doesn’t follow the actual plot. I also won’t spent too much time here. Like I said, it’s just to mess around in. It’s absolutely not serious nor is it a place i’d want to be for long.

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Dr Name: Narnia

Universe/Basis: The Chronicles of Narnia (films)

Synopsis: Golden Age Narnia? Ruling a magical country, marrying my best friend (Peter), leading people, being highly respected by my court? The whole thing sounds like a fairytale. It’s basically a royalty dr but with magic. Medieval times but, as with all my non-modern drs, I script modern amenities because if I don’t have toilet paper and indoor plumbing I’m gonna scream and cry. I also love the canon Pevensie siblings and their personalities I want to meet them all so bad. Also, Peter Pevensie was my first crush ever, as an fyi.

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Dr Name: LIS

Universe/Basis: Netflix’ Lost In Space reboot

Synopsis: Canon/mostly canon with fun additions and workarounds. Adoptive/found family dynamics. I get to be a super cool badass with yet another adoptive father figure while exploring alien planets and getting to be besties with penny robinson (i’m forever a penny defender- i love forgotten, “unwanted” middle child archetypes) and getting to meet a literal 7 foot tall alien robot is gonna be SO cool are you kidding me???

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Dr Name: Stardew Valley

Universe/Basis: Stardew Valley (video game)

Synopsis: CUTE FARMING DR!!! There’s twelve canonical love interests but i’m considering adding a few more options/people in general for funsies. Basically I want to have my little farm and my little animals and run around town and meet people and go to the beach and it’s gonna be so fun i’m so excited for it. I’ve actually considered it for my “waiting room” sort of place, because only the valley itself and like three other places even really exist in canon soooo but idk. (also considering scripting johnnie guilbert as sebastian bc 🤭🤭🤭)

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Dr Name: Gravity Falls

Universe/Basis: Gravity Falls

Synopsis: Teenage dr, not canon reliant but with weird occurrences and mysteries going on all around. The twins and their friends are older but most of the other characters stay the same age. Instead of having a complicated backstory I straight up just tell Stan I shifted and he’s unbothered because he literally watched his brother get sucked into a portal and fist-fought a pterodactyl so not much can phase him anymore ig.

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Dr Name: Summer Ship

Universe/Basis: Better Cr

Synopsis: Um this one’s completely made up by me, hi. Basically me and some of my dr friends are working on a private yacht for the summer. We only work like four hours a day, get paid WAY too much tbh, and then spend the weekends/after work hours getting to live on this huge ass rich people yacht that we’re allowed to go crazy on. It’s sailing the mediterranean so it doubles as a travel dr, where I get to see places like Greece, Rome, Venice, etc. when we dock and go inland. I’m so unbelievably stoked about this one tbh.

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Dr Name: Smosh

Universe/Basis: Better Cr

Synopsis: This one’s kinda embarrassing ngl 💀 so basically, the Youtube channel Smosh is this whole big brand that’s like an office completely oriented on making fun videos, sketch comedy, playing board games, etc. and it looks SO fun to work there. Some of the people in videos/crew behind the scenes seem like genuinely nice people so basically it’s a better cr dr where I just work there too, and I’m a little older lol. Like obviously it’s a job like anywhere else, but a lot of the time their job is fart jokes and playing games.

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Dr Name: Sword AF

Universe/Basis: Smosh - DnD Campaign

Synopsis: If I thought the last one was embarrassing, this takes the cake lmao. So, Smosh runs a dnd campaign where four of them play characters and then the dm plays a bunch of npcs. I’ve scripted myself as a fantasy character to explore the dr world based off of the dnd campaign’s world. Interacting with real people who are the characters my friends play in a different dr lmao. But an ancient giant wooden robot, a blue goblin, a gay elf, and a horny older halfling lady are MY comfort characters, okay! It’s a dnd dr, based off of the Sword AF campaign.

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Dr Name: A:TLA

Universe/Basis: Nickelodeon’s Avatar Cartoon

Synopsis: guys i LOVE avatar omg. uncle iroh singing little soldier boy can make me cry on command to this day. In this dr, I’m a fire bender runaway living in Omashu. I also scripted different fire nation “countries,” like how the earth kingdom has sort of different governments set-up throughout or how the water tribes have the two separate tribes on either pole. I’m from an island tribe and because I like attention, I’m a princess in that kingdom. This dr is mostly canon??? It was a cartoon so not too much traumatizing stuff happened anyways, but there are certainly some…questionable moments.

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Honorable Mentions

(drs that i *technically* have, but have put little to no thought into the actual context of and i currently have no desire to actively shift to, just future possibilities)

-“Dog Days,” a Diary of a Wimpy Kid dr (i am down BAD for rodrick heffley)

-BAU/criminal minds dr (i have no idea how i’d POSSIBLY script this to not be traumatic so for now it’s not even really a dr, just a place i may want to go???)

-“Safety” dr (without too much detail, I’m a kid again and live in a valley home with my favorite people, with neighbor kids and the whole place is filled with flowers and it’s always summer. basically just a stress-free dreamland.)

-Sam and Colby dr. (ghost hunting but i’m a medium + getting up to some utter tomfoolery in a youtuber house)

-Daybreak dr based off of the netflix show (societies run by teenagers AND zombie survival found family drs seem to be a favorite of mine, and this is both)

-“Hawkins” dr, basically stranger things without any strange things (no way am i facing a demogorgan head on, let ALONE vecna or the mind flayer are you KIDDING???)

-The Walking Dead (game), (I love Clementine so much) (I honestly might just script twdg characters into my main twd dr so I don’t have to have multiple, idk yet)

-“Royal University,” yet another royalty dr bc i’m self obsessed ig, (made up royalty heirs in a college dr)

-Hogwarts, 1971 (undecided/not scripted marauders era dr. obsessed with andrew garfield as remus lupin.)

-Hogwarts, 2011 (undecided dr of the golden-trio era’s kids from the series epilogue/*minor* elements of cursed child, teddy lupin gets to live with his parents bc i WILL start crying)

-Youtuber Dr, (Making horror content/horror-themed video essays, will be in the same sort of circle as Wendigoon, the Lore Lodge, Loey Lane, Nexpo, etc.)

-Various short-term drs to figure out what happened at certain instances in my cr. I kind of think of them as “fly on the wall” drs just for me to be in a location to fully understand what happened there. Mainly, cold cases/unexplained events. (Jonbenet Ramsey, mothman bridge incident, phoenix lights, dyatlov pass, and several missing 411 cases mostly.)

-Cool History dr, where I can go see cool historical moments for myself from my cr. such as the building of the pyramids, the library of alexandria, the “resurrection of jesus” (since he was a real person), woodstock, stonewall, etc.

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I am always accepting more dr ideas, tbh. Any piece of media I consume is free real estate for a dr if we’re being so fr.

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‘Louisiana Rose’ (an OC) X Fem!Reader Cute, Fluffy and Angsty Prompt

• Louisiana Rose’s face-claim is Margot Robbie as Nellie Laroy in Babylon

• Connected to the previous part I wrote and posted for this character + there will be more following on from this one/the ending of this one

• Inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six

!TW: Being in hospital, implied previously being shot, attempt to sacrifice one’s life to save the other, mention of weaponry, implied near-death experience(s) + mention of previous ones, having stitches, mention of having wounds/injury detail, swearing, mention of previously being almost murdered/implied murder attempt, implied homophobia/elements of homophobia, anxiety + hints of separation anxiety, implied suffering from depression + grief/loss of a family member, mention of previously attempting to commit suicide, mention of previously overdosing, implied smoking, implied drug-taking/mention of doing drugs, being sick!

Rose was sat at the left side of the hospital bed you were currently lying in, after you’d had to be treated, and had to have bullets removed from your chest, dangerously close to your heart, and left shoulder; you’d had to - during one of the shows the band had put together at the hotel they were currently staying in - throw yourself in front of her after noticing the man in the audience taking out a gun, and aiming it directly at her, panicking you, and you didn’t care if your actions resulted in you dying, as long as they ensured her safety, and kept her alive.

She’d not left your side as soon as you were moved into the room you both were currently in, deemed to be fit enough to survive, yet you still hadn’t woken up, terrifying her as she found herself trying not to cry for most of the night, until she couldn’t hold herself back anymore, and began to break down at your side; she couldn’t believe you’d risked your life for her like that, and that she could still lose you, seeing as you were still very much unconscious, pale, and limp. “Come on,” she begged shakily, her voice close to a whisper, whilst she held both of your slightly colder than usual hands in her currently now trembling ones, and was resting her head on the unwounded side of your left shoulder, “wake up, Y/n, please; you can’t do this; you can’t leave me like this - I - I need you; I love you, please.”

You wouldn’t - at first - respond, or even move an inch, until she gradually began to drift off to sleep; it had been a long night, after all. As soon as you began to stir, you would wince, upon feeling the stinging of the stitches the doctors had had to use to close up your wounds, but your pain would instantly seem to begin to fade away as soon as you opened your eyes to find that Rose was asleep on your shoulder, her hands still blissfully covering your’s in the best way possible. You would then try to speak, your voice shocking you, at first; it was all raspy, and unfamiliar. “Rose,” you mustered feebly, and she would whimper quietly in reply, evidently groggy, and you couldn’t help, but chuckle, though it pained you to do so; you found everything she did to be adorable.

“Fuck off, Rod, I’m tired,” she murmured, and you would smirk, amused, before lifting an eyebrow; she thought you must have been Rod coming into the room to wake her, “wait!” She would then force herself awake, lifting her head, and you would grin over at her, whilst her eyes began to widen, and glint as she beamed back at you, before throwing her arms around you, and swiftly kissing you. You would instantly melt into the kiss, smiling against her lips, whilst you began to feel warm and fuzzy like you usually did whenever she kissed you, as if the previous events of someone trying to kill both you and her hadn’t occurred, at all. She would then connect her forehead to your’s affectionately, before lifting her right hand up to your left cheek, and drawing in a shaky breath; she was trying not to cry again, whilst she began to recall how you’d almost died for her, a few hours ago now. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered shakily, and you would shake your head, before delicately connecting your lips to her’s to try and provide comfort to her.

“You’ll never lose me, I promise,” you cooed, whilst you began to play with her hair using your right hand, managing to soothe her a little more, “I’m always gonna be here for you, no matter what.” You would then wince, upon recalling the events of the previous concert again. “I’m so sorry,” you continued, and she would appear puzzled, wondering why you were apologising to her, “maybe it would have been better if - if you continued ignoring me-”

“No,” she contradicted gently, as well as firmly; she didn’t want you to think that, “it wouldn’t have been; we’d just keep hurting each other again, you know that, w-we just.. need to figure out where to go, from here, performance-wise. Do we just n-not - not sing together anymore, and not get as close anymore? Try to avoid kissing completely in public? What do we do? I can’t risk almost losing you like that again, Y/n, I just can’t - if I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do; I’d lose everything, because you are everything to me; I don’t even care if the band gets split up anymore; I just want to be with you, a-and to do everything with you, so please j-just tell me what we can do to fix this-”

You would find yourself fighting back tears alongside her, before you leaned forward to kiss her again lovingly, as an attempt to try and provide comfort to her. “A-As much as I wish things could stay like they already are between us,” you began dejectedly, your voice briefly trembling whilst you did, and she would appear worried about what you were possibly about to suggest to her, “behind closed doors, that is, after what happened - I’m scared that it’s not gonna be that easy to fix how people see us; we’re always gonna get people like that guy, now; it’ll never change, unless..”

You would then fall quiet, a pained expression on your face, and Rose would tilt her head partially, before sniffling a little, and resting her head on your left shoulder again. “Unless-?” She prompted, and you would hesitantly let your eyes lock with her stunning icy blue ones, whilst they began to dim in a crestfallen manner; you hated how it was like this for you and her, and for others like you both, i.e your sister, who had been stabbed to death on the street at night after being seen holding hands with another woman. Rose would then, after she’d noticed the tell-tale hurt look on your face, shake her head hastily, whilst she began to put two-and-two together; you thought it would be better for her if she got back with Joel, even if it were only an act to sweeten the audience again. “No-”

“There’s no other way, Rose,” you whined, “it’s either that, or me leaving the band completely, and going back home; they wouldn’t accept me if I stayed here, and they’d probably try and kill me, knowing I’d be alone-”

“I’m not letting you leave, no way, a-and nor am I getting back with Joel,” she interrupted, and you would falter, before bowing your head whilst you shook it gravely, “there has to be another way; they’re just gonna have to accept what we are, a-and that we’re in love-”

“No!” You cried, and soon found yourself in tears again, prompting her to fall quiet whilst she silently begged for you to change your mind. “They could kill us, Rose,” you reminded her, “I don’t care if they kill me, b-but if they tried to hurt you-..” You would shake your head again, whilst your voice began to fail you. “I already lost my sister because of them,” you uttered faintly, and she would frown, upon remembering how she’d been killed for being a lesbian, “I won’t lose you, too - talk to Joel-”

“I’m not getting with him again, I can’t do that to you; you tried to kill yourself, Y/n, remember that, because I was with him, that time?” She reminded you, and you would grimace, remembering, before you began to curse yourself again for reacting the way you had; you’d just felt as if you couldn’t take the pain of seeing them together anymore. “And why should I even have to? I fell in love with you, not him-”

“It isn’t about love,” you managed, though your heart had begun to ache excruciatingly again, “it’s about trying to protect the people that you do love, remember? Rose-”

“But-”

“Please,” you begged, “I’ll have to leave, if you don’t, a-and I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you in it.”

“Fine,” she gave in, not wanting to fight with you, and you would express relief, “but I’m telling him that it’s just an act, nothing more; I don’t wanna hurt you again.”

“Deal,” you agreed, and she would manage a weak smile up at you, before delicately connecting her lips to your’s again, and resting her head upon your right shoulder. “I love you, Rose, don’t - don’t ever forget that,” you mustered feebly, and her smile couldn’t help, but grow a little more, prompting your heart to skip a beat, before it began to race blissfully alongside her’s again, “a-and please don’t worry about me overdosing again, b-because - that’s in the past, now; I’m gonna fight harder for you, n-now that I know you really.. do still love me.”

“And I always will,” she added sleepily, “no matter what.”

“I’ll always love you, too,” you returned, “n-now get some sleep; you look exhausted.”

“No,” she whined, trying to keep her eyes open, “I wanna stay awake for you; you - you just woke up, and I’ve been waiting for ages to spend more time with you.”

“It’d be boring for you,” you mused, “I’d probably end up falling asleep, myself, no matter how much I want to stay awake for you, too.”

“You can fall asleep, if you want to,” she reassured gently, whilst tracing small circles on your right cheek with the thumb of her left hand, “I’m happy enough staying like this, until you feel better, I promise - believe it or not, I’m content just watching you, and taking in all your beautiful features and curves, and listening to your cute little snores.”

“I don’t snore,” you whined, and she would smirk over at you, before lifting a skeptical right eyebrow in your direction, “okay fine, maybe I do - sometimes.”

“Sure, sometimes,” she feigned corroboration, and you would sulk, prompting her to giggle, before she leaned forward to delicately connect her lips to your left cheek, “but don’t worry - I love it; I think I could listen to it all day, honestly.”

“I could listen to your’s all day, too,” you remarked, and she would appear surprised, before beginning to sulk, herself.

“Hey - are you trying to say that I snore?” She accused playfully, and you would grin, amused by her reaction.

“Maybe,” you answered, before you took the opportunity to kiss her right cheek, “but don’t worry - it’s beautiful, like you are.”

“It better be,” she replied, and you couldn’t help, but yawn, unable to fight it back, and Rose would smile sadly up at you; she felt as if she were keeping you awake, “and you better get some sleep; I wanna hear your snoring again.”

“As you wish,” you responded brightly, before resting your head on top of her’s comfortably, whilst she buried her face into the crook of your neck again, “goodnight, Louisiana Rose.”

“Goodnight, my beloved Y/n L/n,” she returned, and you would then let your eyelids flutter shut, before falling asleep almost immediately after you had.

🜸🜚🜸

Though it had been slightly awkward following the events of that night, nobody had been harmed during the performance which occurred a couple of weeks or so after, whilst Rose had managed to convince Joel to play along, and pretend that they were together again, and had been making sure to be seen in public with him more, and during the performance she was trying not to look over at you too much, and to keep some distance, though it pained the both of you to do so, but you knew that either you or her could get hurt again, or threatened if you didn’t, and you couldn’t let anyone hurt her, whilst you didn’t care if anything happened to you, just her, and she was terrified of something happening to you, too.

Whilst you were all on the train together, travelling back to Louisiana via the Amtrak line, not exactly many words were spoken, and Rose was having to sit with Joel as there were other passengers on the train with them, and they had been refused a private compartment. “Hey,” Rose cooed quietly, and you would glance up at her; she’d noticed that you appeared a little dejected, and felt a little guilty all of a sudden, though it was the press’ fault for being against you both being together, “why don’t you come over here so we can cuddle?”

You would be surprised, before shaking your head gravely, and bowing your head a little again whilst tears threatened to escape your eyes, though you tried to remind yourself of how it didn’t mean anything, and that you’d suggested for her to pretend to be with him again, but it was useless, and you only found yourself hating yourself even more for it. “We can’t,” you mustered, and Rose would frown, before looking around, and grimacing when she noticed someone quickly looking away before they could be spotted watching them, but Rose knew that they’d been listening.

“Why not? It’s just a cuddle, nothing more than that,” she reminded you, and you would nod gravely, whilst a couple of stray tears managed to escape, and race slowly down your cheeks, “Y/n-”

“I’ve had enough,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself, and Rose would fall quiet, a pained expression on her face, and you would hastily add: “of - of this compartment, it’s too hot, and reeks of Rod’s cigarette smoke.” You would then excruciatingly meet Rose’s gaze, though it pained you to do so, especially when you noticed that her eyes were beginning to fill with tears, alongside your’s; she hated that this kept happening to you both, and hated seeing you like this; like you were when she’d first met you - depressed, and constantly appearing as if you had nothing left to live for, though you knew she still loved you, despite how she was having to act as if she was - instead - smitten with Joel, when she was anything, but that. You would manage a faint, makeshift reassuring smile over at her to try and show her that you were okay, but she could see through it, and it broke her heart to see that you were trying to hide that you were in pain just to make her feel better, and as if she shouldn’t be worried about you, but before she could react, Rod would speak up.

“Hey,” Rod interjected, and you would begrudgingly look over at him, “these are supposed to be the nicer smelling ones.”

“Really?” You questioned, and he would nod, whilst you faked yet another smile, and forced a skeptical right eyebrow up. “You were robbed,” you remarked, before letting the back of your head rest on the back of the chair you were currently perched upon in an unstable manner; you’d - before the group rushed to catch the train - crushed up a few more of the pills, like you usually did to try and cope with the situation, before consuming them, and now that you had remembered, you wondered why you hadn’t yet had a nosebleed like you usually did, and would try not to panic, though it worried you, and made you wonder if you would have yet another almost overdose soon.

Once you began to tremble a little, and feel as if you were about to be sick, you would stagger out of your seat, leaning heavily against it for a moment, and the man who had been previously listening in to the earlier conversation would get up out of his seat, and move through to different compartments to check - just in case - if there were any attendants on board who could treat you in case anything more - fatal - occurred; in case you found yourself close to death again, after he’d obviously sent someone else to listen in his place. Rose would subconsciously sit up a little tensely; she’d noticed that you looked as if you were struggling, and was worried about you, fearing, too, that you’d overdose like you had a couple of times now, before. “Y/n, what’s-”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you managed, before rushing toward the toilet, and Rose would make to follow you, but Rod would catch her arm, prompting her to glare back at him; she was desperate to make sure that you were okay, and his expression would soften a little when he could see this clearly on her face.

“Just-.. be careful, alright?” He whispered, and Rose would nod, before she turned her head a little in Joel’s direction, but she wouldn’t let her eyes meet his, and nor would he let his gaze meet her’s.

“I’ll be back soon,” she stated, “I just need to make sure she’s alright - I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rosanna,” he returned, and Rose would then rush off in the direction of the toilet you’d limped into, whilst trying not to shoot a glare over at the man who had been sent by the other to listen in on the situation at hand.

🜚

Though she was glad to find that you were faring better after being sick, a part of her wished she’d never followed you in, as you’d decided to tell her that you wanted to leave the band for a little while, possibly even for forever, and she soon found herself in tears as soon as your decision had begun to sink in, and meant she might never see you again. You would frown, upon noticing that she was trying not to cry, and failing, prompting you to feel even worse for what you were doing; you hated hurting her like you evidently had, and began to wish that she’d never let you stay with her, after she’d found you on the streets with your bass guitar, evidently homeless, starving, and feeling as if you had nothing left; that she’d have left you there, and found someone better than you. “Rose, I - I’m so-”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” She requested, desperate to keep you with her, and you would falter; she’d broken down, now, unable to fight her emotions back anymore, and you would bow your head, cursing yourself now for even telling her that you wanted to leave, whilst your heart ached excruciatingly alongside her’s, and you found yourself trying not to cry alongside her, though the urge to do so was strong. “Please,” she begged, “Y/n, I - I love you, you can’t go; I can’t do this without you; we can’t fight them alone-”

“You won’t be alone,” you reminded her, “you still have Joel-”

“I don’t want Joel,” she retorted sharply, a hurt look on her face whilst she did, “Y/n, you’re the only one I wanna wake up next to, and do everything with; spend the rest of my life with.”

“Why?” You questioned grimly, whilst your eyes began to dim, and you sank against the wall. “I’ve only been making things worse for you; p-putting you in danger, and hurting you-”

“That’s not true,” she contradicted, “you make me happy; happier than I’ve ever been - it’s the press who have been putting the both of us in danger, and hurting us the way they have been, by trying to keep us apart; you’ve never ruined anything for me, ever.”

You would scoff, before shaking your head gravely, and then bowing it a little. “I’ve been ruining everything for you ever since you found me,” you contradicted, and Rose would shake her head, but you would continue before she could protest, “I mean - what did you ever see in me? I’m nothing, Rose - I’ve always been nothing-”

“That’s not true,” she whined, wishing you’d stop putting yourself down like that, “you’re more than that, Y/n - you’re everything, and you’ve always been everything to me, so please stay, please.”

You would hesitate, before nodding gravely; you couldn’t bear to hurt her any further than you already had done, so you decided to try and make her happy again by changing your mind, and easing her close to you in a loving and warm embrace whilst she cried into your left shoulder, and clung to you as if you would disappear any second now. “Okay,” you mustered shakily, “b-but-.. if you ever want me to go-”

“Never,” she interrupted, “I love you so much, and that will never change, I promise.”

“I love you, too,” you returned, “m-more than anything, always.”

“Good,” she replied, “because I honestly can’t imagine my life without you in it, n-now - would you rather stay in here for a little longer, or go back out there? I’m sure you’ll be able to sit with us, this time, and maybe we could even - secretly hold hands under the table?”

“I’d - I’d love that,” you expressed, “let’s go back out there, not just because I want to be closer to you, and to be able to hold your hand, but because of what they might start saying if we’re in here for too long together; I can’t let anyone try and hurt you again.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t,” she cooed, “and I won’t let anyone hurt you again, I swear, now c’mon, my hands are missing your’s already.”

“Mine are missing your’s, too,” you returned, whilst she helped you off of the ground, before she leaned forward to delicately connect her lips to your’s, prompting you both to easily grow flustered again, and you would need to wait for a moment to recover together, before leaving the bathroom once the extra blood had left both of your and her cheeks, though you wished it wouldn’t have to be that way; you loved seeing her blushing, and to be able to further tease her about her doing so, but there was nothing you could do to change how many other people in society saw people like you both, but wait, and see if things changed for the better, but it felt like they never would, but this never dissuaded you and Rose from seeing one another behind the backs of the press; it just caused tension, and you both to end up fighting more than you usually did, whilst you also began to ‘use’ a heck of a lot more than you usually tended to, threatening yet another almost fatal overdose, which came, unfortunately, more suddenly than you both thought it would.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

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because its my blog and i can post what I want and so here's ZARA'S TOP TEN LIST OF FAVORITE BOOKS below the cut and with a very brief discussion on why.

Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux This book was one of the first books that really truly catapulted me back into reading as a young adult (the first being A Winter's Tale) and I remember sitting up and crying at 2am in my bed as I finished this book just sobbing and if i'm honest ? Feeling so ashamed that I take my normal life for granted. I have never had such a reaction to a book before and honestly I don't think I ever will again in such a resounding way. For me this is not a love story its a story about humanity and our relationships with each other.

Phantom by Susan Kay This book comes second because I don't have the same emotional connection as I do to the original but hands down in reading a book cover to cover and returning to reread snippets I have read this book so MANY times my god. I always go back to this book when I'm bored or need to revisit a friend. This book is definitely flawed and its got its issues but its one of my all time favorites and I'm so glad to have like three copies (hardcover, pdf and kindle) so its always on hand. I love the depth and exploration for Erik and what shaped him and his life and the people around him and how they were affected by him. Like wow. Its just a book I will always have on my shelf forever till I die.

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy Its just so good and I don't know why more people haven't read it. Its the beginning of the creation of superheroes and double identities and it has a FEMALE LEAD. The entire book is in the POV of the brilliant and beautiful Marguerite and honestly if I had known years back that it was from a female pov I'd have gotten into it much MUCH sooner. Its dynamic, the characters are so good and the villain is so deliciously good at being bad. I loved the movie, but the book just captured my heart because Margot is this wonderfully clever but soft heroine that just speaks to me.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo WHAT can I even say about this duology other than the characters are flawless and by that i mean they are so flawed and relatable and complex. Its a wonderful book of found family and slow burns and enemies to lovers with fantastic representation. I absolutely couldn't make myself get into S&B but you can pry the crows from my cold dead hands because I adore them and go back to reread this series all the time!

The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova This is also a big reread for me, but mostly I go back and reread sections that interest me most but the entire book is just gold. Its just MINDBLOWING that we never know the main heroine's name which is just shocking, but we never needed it or would've noticed if it wasn't pointed out. Its this complex beautifully woven story with history, globetrotting, mystery, suspense and some thrilling aspects that I just love love about it. This is the book that sent me down the Dark Academia rabbit hole guys.

The Golem & Jinni by Helene Wecker This book honestly is on par with The Historian for me because the pacing is very much the same and it took me a bit to read it as did the The Historian, but man am I glad that I did because its complex, its such a human story told in such a supernatural fun way that's just thrilling in a slow build sort of way that ends beautifully and I can't wait to start on the second book soon! The character development and the world building just really draws you in and makes you forget your current time to be absorbed into theirs and its brilliant.

The Invisible Life of Addie Larue by V.E Schwab I'll be honest and say that this book almost didn't make the list because at first I didn't think the book was as good as the hype, but upon looking back and rereading snippets again and rereading the ending more thoroughly- my god, this book is definitely going to be a CLASSIC. Its beautifully written and one of the books I made myself slow and savor each word and sentence as it wove the magic over the years of addie's life. Its a VERY good book that I'd definitely recommend to anyone and everyone. Addie has grown on me in such a different way and I love love her.

Entwined by Heather Dixon THIS is one of my all time childhood/youth/teen favorites. Yes its YA and yes it might be a little boring to the adult reader, but its one of my absolute favorite retellings of the 12 Dancing Princesses. I still go back and reread it because its that good and has a special place for me. The villain and world building is so good and easy to follow along. Its fantastic and I'd go back and reread this book over and over again. Its great if you love magic, sisters, princesses, unexpected love, dancing and magical objects.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte This is on the list because I remember loving reading the story in highschool and feeling so connected to Jane and now as an adult I love her even more for her actions and choices. Its one of the first classic books I ever bonded over with my brother on and so that in itself is a miracle. Jane just has a special place in my heart for the romance, the mystery, the dynamics and the characters and their development is just absolutely wonderful with a fantastic ending. Can't really ask for more.

The Book of Esther I have done and read and watched nearly everything I can find on the book of Esther, which is kinda the oddball on this list because its a book in the Bible, but its still a book in my definition. Its just such a beautiful story of overcoming oppression, tragedy, fear, genocide and this beautiful painting of faith in terrifying times. The twists and turns and thrills and complexities that come with this story before and after if you know the history and its setting- Persia (-gestures to Kay's Phantom-) just absolutely has me fascinated. There's also the aspect that just maybe the 1001 Nights are inspired or based off the story of Esther just absolutely delights me with its fantastic similarities because I adore that story just as much as this one. I love Esther's bravery, courage, wisdom and discernment and she's absolutely one of my heroines IRL that I look to.

Honorable mentions:

I, Strahd by P. N. Elrod - The only reason this isn't in the top ten is because it reads sO MUCH like Kay's Phantom that if I had to chose one of these it'd be Phantom, but this book was so good and really helped get me back into reading during one of my many many slumps. It was a great blend of myth, royalty, supernatural and tragedy that I've reread it a few times already recommended it to a LOT of my friends.

Wintersong by S Jae-Jones- The only reason why THIS one didn't make the ten list is simply because I already have ten and because it would be between this and Jane Eyre and lbh Jane Eyre is almost the perfect book. It was a toss up of faerie girls and Miss Eyre won it because she really was my first classical book love.

Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier THIS BOOK omg its another 12 Dancing Princesses retelling and its so beautifully and wonderfully crafted in its world building and the magic and the everything of it. ITS SO GOOD and tbh I'd definitely recommend this book more to the adult reader than I would Entwined, but- BUT it didn't make the list because I would personally pick up Entwined far more often and remember the characters far more than I did in this book. It is a very very good book and I also highly recommend you read it if you like retellings, vampires, fae complexities and a blending of fairytales.

ACOTAR by SJ Maas- I did really enjoy reading this series but it is definitely not one of my top faves because its really only the last two books (not the novella) that I actually devoured. Its a good series and I def recommend reading it because its almost worth the hype but my quibble here is that I could EASILY slip out of that world/the books never absorbed me like others have. Also I didn't care for the main heroine shhh don't come after me guys.

A Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers So this book was a toss up between it and Esther and it was a TOUGH one because I do go back and reread this trilogy at least 2-3x a year, but I do reread and study and think a lot more about Esther so it lost out in that competition spot. But its an excellent series and the first two books just have my heart for the romance and the intrigue going on during this time period. Its a wonderful slow burn though I'll admit the third book is slightly out of pocket, but still so good that I had to make pinterest boards about this series.

Eye of the Red Tsar by Sam Eastland THIS book is so so SO GOOD if you're into reading about the Romanovs and Russia shortly after that. The entire series is so so good and I normally don't like mystery and thriller plots but this book does have a special place for me, but was beat out by the golemn & the jinni. Pekkala is fascinating and the people and cast he meets along the way just build up in such a delightful way.

The Holy Thief by William Ryan Again this only got beat out by The Historian by a margin because vampires, but The Holy Thief oh my god is very much on par with the Eye of the Red Tsar because its the same time period and magnetic energy. I was so invested in this book and its characterse and it might be due to my love of all things Romanov/Anastasia musical wise, but it was so good and I highly recommend it. I wept, I laughed, I sat on the edge of my seat it was a great read.

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran This is a recent read and like wow...it just really blew my mind and touched me in a way I don't usually get outside of my belief system and IDK but this book is everything and more than the hype and the only reason its not on the list is because it didn't quite beat out Esther for me but its such a good book.

Tagging you because I would love to see everyone's Top 5 or 10 favorites : @walkingshcdow, @myhiraeth, @kingmakercastle, @demonstigma, @historiavn, @swede, @lordofthestrix, @fasciinating, @reverdies, @ensnchekov, @malka-lisitsa, @paramounticebound , @delanuit, @starlsssankt, @aigonakru

#// ooc #forgot to mention but 'a gentleman in moscow' omggggggggggggggggg ONE OF MY FAVES #I'd put it in the top 10 if i could bc its that good

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petalsmooth · 9 months

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So can we have color back on our screens given the success of Barbie? Maybe go really wild and actual hand painted sets instead of all CGI too?

People are going to draw all sorts of lessons from the movie crossing 1 billion. Some right, some wrong. I also personally think the marketing was brilliant focusing on being fun, light, colorful and put everyone in a good mood before they even saw it and is not getting enough credit because prior to that I had no intention of seeing it. But people like Ryan and Margot seemed to having so much joy with promotion it won me over but really....

Please can we have color back?

*Grew up watching technicolor with old MGM movies and the '80's was full of color and I want it back...

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barbie (2023) thoughts

spoilers under cut

Margot Robbie's acting was utterly incredible and worth the price of entry alone

My favourite scene was Ken's song and dance number, no notes. Ryan's gotten so much better since La La Land.

on the topic of Ken... let him kiss boys

Like for a film so couched in queer references and jokes, it could have used some actual gay text. It's 2023, let Ken be actually bisexual, not just subtextually.

On the other hand, though, aroace Barbie was important and powerful

Especially as a subversion of the default happy ending where the man wins the woman he has spent the whole film pestering

Most disappointing part of the film: everything about the Great (wo)Man Theory Ex Machina

For God to be Ruth the actual creator of Barbie, some middle-aged woman in a 1950s kitchen, who stepped in to tie up the narrative threads, totally undermined the film's attempt at a feminist message for me

Especially since Barbie apparently had to seek Ruth's permission to enter the real world.

would have strongly preferred if Ruth was framed less as god and more as a mother, parallel to Gloria's character arc with her daughter

also Ruth ('s ghost?) doesn't appear to have any actual agency at Mattel? Why is she stuck in the basement???

Speaking of Mattel in this film: you can't contrast the real world with the hypermaximalist Barbieland if all the Mattel employees in the real world are also cartoonish.

It's such a transparent way to avoid any actual narrative accountability for Mattel the company within the film and it rings really hollow

like this film is so brilliant at portraying the construction of gender (I feel like those essays have been written already, probably, so I won't bother explaining it here). But then you take off your Gender Lens and put on your Labor Lens and realize it's actually kind of regressive?

To be fair I was primed for paying closer attention to its treatment of class and labor because Barbie's journey begins with a song by Lizzo, who has been in the news for also (allegedly) fueling her narrative of female empowerment via labor exploitation. and that was so recent the film can't have known that. But we are in the midst of a labor movement in the US and that also makes this film's politics seem even weirder

Characters in this film are defined by their job. Both in Barbieland and in the real world.

We know Gloria is a mom, and she certainly has personality, but her other defining trait is that she plays with Barbies and then draws them... which ties into her identity as someone who works at Mattel.

Every other Mattel employee is so wholly characterized by their profession as Mattel employee it's a little ridiculous.

When the Barbies are freed from their brainwashing they remember their job titles as their senses of self: author, physicist, president, and in returning to that profession-self they are depicted as healed.

The characters who are dissatisfied with life in Barbieland are also the ones who don't have titles that equate to employment: (Stereotypical) Barbie, Beach Ken, Allan. You could make an argument for Weird Barbie as well

Mermaid Barbie's profession is Mermaid I guess

The film resolves the struggles of these characters by telling them to go find themselves. Literally in the case of Beach Ken. But through the film's language, that means constructing a self through capitalist labor. For example, Weird Barbie is given a political position with President Barbie. As Barbie enters the real world (where each named person is also associated with a job even to Gloria's daughter whose job is Student) this presumably extends to her.

It's this very capitalism-friendly (neoliberal maybe?) depiction of self-actualization through capitalist profession that feels out of place in a film that's otherwise trying to get you to read it as leftist

at least if you think the asides about consumerism or the interplay between emotion and logic were meant to be seen as commentary and not just jokes belittling radicalism

anyway if you liked the satirical and sometimes absurd vibe of Barbie but want something that commits to its kernels of commentary a little more, I'd recommend Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. They are like sibling works.

This post has come across as mostly negative but to be clear I did like the film. It's to its credit that there's enough of a philosophical stance being established to critique like this in the first place.

How many other comedies have a blue link to Siddhartha Gautama on their wikipedia page??

#Barbie 2023 #Barbie #beansprouts commentates

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First Kill – 01x01 – First Kiss (Pilot Review)

[Article translated into English below, access link above for original Portuguese version]

We continue this LGBTQ+ Pride Month on a high with First Kill, Netflix’s latest bet. Created by Victoria Schwab, this supernatural teen drama had its premiere on June 10th with First Kiss, which is based on Schwab’s homonym short story for the anthology Vampires Never Get Old: Tales With Fresh Bite.

Three weeks after her 16th birthday, Juliette Fairmont (Sarah Catherine Hook), a young vampire, is pressured into to take her first victim in order to claim her rightful place among her powerful vampire family. When Calliope Burns (Imani Lewis) arrives in town, Juliette finds her first mark in the young woman. The vampire is surprised to find Calliope is actually a monster hunter, belonging to a famed family of slayers who are a part of the Guardian Guild. Over time, both discover that neither will be easy prey. In fact, the difficult thing might just be not falling in love.

Despite drawing some inspiration from series such as The Vampire Diaries or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and even some films such as the Twilight saga, First Kill presents itself as a breath of fresh air in the genre in which its inserted, being able, however, to provide its audience with a sense of nostalgia associated with the vampire crazy of the late 2000′s. After an eternity of entertainment centering heterosexual and caucasian romances, First Kill reinvents the clichés associated with teenage shows by anchoring itself around a lesbian interracial couple, which winds up serving as one of its biggest differentiating elements within this genre.

In fact, the relationship between Juliette and Calliope is the real selling point of the series. The romance between the two mirrors that of the classic and seductive tragedy of Romeo and Juliet: a pair of star-crossed lovers from contending families, doomed to failure. This dynamic, interpreted beautifully by Hook and Lewis, serves as the driving force for the entire conflict of First Kill, outlining the path beyond this First Kiss.

Allied to this captivating forbidden fruit is a whole range of regular characters who help to build this small world created by the series. Among the main cast, we have Elizabeth Mitchell in the role of Margot, the matriarch of the Fairmont Family, as well as Gracie Dzienny, who plays Elinor, Juliette’s charismatic older sister. On the opposite side, Cal’s family consists of Aubin Wise and Jason R. Moore, who play Talia and Jack Burns, Calliope’s rather protective parents. Theo and Apollo, the character’s older brothers whose personalities couldn’t be any more different, are played by Philip Mullings Jr. and Dominic Goodman, respectively.

As a pilot episode, First Kiss serves its purpose by clearly and enthusiastically laying out the series’ premise. During the course of its hour, First Kiss faithfully follows the short story in which it is based, introducing us to the world of Juliette and then Calliope through their own eyes, placing the audience directly in the shoes of both protagonists. The episode also provides First Kill with its melodramatic, campy and, above all, fun tone, reminiscent of the typical thousand-chapter series spread over however-many seasons in which I hungrily sank my teeth into, during my own adolescence.

The verdict? A solid hour of entertainment that seems to go by in just over five minutes, leaving anyone who bothers watching it thirsting for more. Fortunately, you won’t have to wait long: the eight episodes that comprise the first season of First Kill are now available for streaming, only on Netflix.

#first kill #calliope burns #juliette fairmont #calliette #elinor fairmont #margot fairmont #talia burns #jack burns #theseus burns #apollo burns #review #personal #can you tell I had time today

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combatfaerie · 6 months

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Ficlet: All About the Accessories

Story: All About the Accessories Word count: 581 Relationship(s): Liv/Rhea Prompt: "Since when did I say I agreed to this?" Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Liv gets to pick the movie for date night.

Rhea had read the tickets, but she still couldn't quite believe it. "Since when did I say I agreed to this?"

Liv pressed close to her in the queue, kissing the spot just under her ear. "Since I fucked you so hard with that new dildo Damian gave us that you tore the harness."

Rhea didn't blush, but she did laugh, the sound drawing looks from the other theatre patrons. "Then it shouldn't count. Sound mind and body and all that."

"I'm pretty sure that's for legal matters," Liv replied, "not going to see the Barbie movie."

"Well, you could be Real Estate Barbie," Rhea countered, wrapping an arm around Liv's waist. She didn't care much about the movie one way or the other—from what she had seen of the ad campaigns, it was going to be tongue in cheek, at least—but it was fun to rile up Liv. "Or Barbie's stunt double. You have a Margot Robbie vibe. I always thought you did the whole Harley Quinn thing better than Alexa did."

"Aw. Thank you. I love Harley." Liv snuggled up to Rhea's side as the line shuffled forward. "You'd be... like Bad-ass Barbie," she declared. "Heavy Metal Barbie? Hm. I know there were Harley Davidson ones, but they were expensive. And they have so many now! Different body types and skin tones. It's so cool. I wish they'd been out when I was little."

"Any Wrestler Barbies?" Rhea asked, only partly joking. Sometimes Liv—and the other American wrestlers—forgot that not everyone grew up with the same childhood staples that they had.

Liv shook her head. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I don't think so. Well, there were those ones Mattel did for Sasha and Charlotte, I guess."

"No comment," Rhea replied stiffly, watching Liv hand over their tickets to the employee. When they got their stubs back, Rhea pointed to the concession stand. "Popcorn? Candy?"

"Barbie combo!" Liv beamed.

A few minutes later, Rhea was carrying the pinkest take-out box she had ever encountered in her life, following Liv to their screening room. "At least the chairs look comfortable," she commented as they chose their seats.

"Come on!" Liv's out was, as befit the occasion, a plethora of pink. Her whole outfit was inspired by one of her favourite childhood Barbies, but it was different than the one she had worn to the Hollywood event. "You have to go into it with the right vibe!"

"Right. What's it called again? Ken-ergy?" Rhea leaned across the chair arm and kissed Liv's cheek. "Well, you must have liked it if you want to see it again so soon. I guess that's a good sign."

Liv rested her head against Rhea's shoulder. "Thank you for coming with me. You can pick the next movie we see."

Rhea would have to put some thought into that. Liv loved horror movies, so that wouldn't exactly be payback. "We'll see. Maybe I'll go through my Aussie stuff and make you watch some. I don't think much of it got streamed over here."

"Sounds fun." They chatted during the commercials, lowering their voices for the previews. Just before the movie was set to begin, Liv leaned over and kissed Rhea's cheek. "I know which Barbie you could be: Dominatrix Barbie?"

Rhea smiled and kissed her back. "Well, I've already got the clothes for it."

Liv giggled softly. "And the accessories. Barbie's all about accessories."

"Finally we have something in common."

#combatfaerie fic #liv/rhea fic

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runefactorynonsense · 2 years

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Spooktober - Day 13 - Ice

> I won't lie, it feels good to be helping *you* up for a change. > Yeah, Yeah....

#Spooktober #Otp otp otp otp-- originally this was a sketch idea for RF5's snow area.. but I got this idea and Sorry Alice you got booted for the O T P #Margot's RF Art #Rune Factory #RF1 #RF #Rune Factory Raguna #RF Raguna #Rune Factory Felicity #RF Felicity #Heroes and protags are not immune from embarrassing falls on icy sidewalks #And I got to have so much fun doing this- I slept 10 hours last night after ~3 hours a night for a WEEK #Got to spend my whole morning on this #no work no errands- just Spooktober #And the winter attire from Farmtober Day 8 [a drawing I have a huge soft spot for] returns!#Raguna/Felicity #RagunaxFelicity

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hawkeharel · 1 year

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Intro post for me and my ocs!!

◇ Me

hi, my name is Tee! im an infp, bi and use she/her pronouns. i have a lot of love for anything fantasy/rpg based, but im mostly obsessed with dragon age, skyrim and mass effect and the ocs ive created for each game! outside of that i really enjoy art in any form; i love listening to music, taking photographs, reading stories and im currently learning to draw digitally! i've been on datwt for a while but am finally making a tumblr to endlessly talk about my ocs over here too!

◇ My OCs

here's a brief intro to my main ocs :)

(i play on console so ill include how they differ to their in-game look too)

Vilde Aeducan

game: dragon age origins

race + class: dwarf, two-handed warrior

pronouns + sexuality: she/her, lesbian

romance: leliana

appearance: vilde looks like the same as she does in-game. not pictured are her long blond plaits that flow down her back and that she is plus-sized and covered with battle-scars.

personality: ambitious, intellectual and intimidating. she is very closed off to those not close to her, strives to be successful and is extremely talented with diplomacy and hiding her easily obtained irraitation towards many people.

more info: carrd included at end of post.

Kyra Hawke

game: dragon age 2

race + class: human, dual-wielding rogue

pronouns + sexuality: she/they, bisexual

romance: isabela + fenris

appearance: kyra looks the same as she does in game, except her eyes are slightly more orange, she is 6 foot tall and more muscular.

personality: fun-loving and spontaneous, kyra is a people person. she is compassionate and generous as well as overly optimistic. but she can also be reckless and impulsive.

more info: carrd included at end of post.

Yenera Lavellan

game: dragon age inquisition

race + class: elf, mage

pronouns + sexuality: they/she/he, unlabelled

romance: solas

appearance: yenera looks the same as they do in game, except she has curly hair (3a/3b). not very visible in this screenshot is also their scar on their forehead, half obscured by his hair. also, they used to have dirthamen's vallaslin in a dark green tone.

personality: extremely curious, he is always seeking out more knowledge no matter the subject. they are very independant and only really open to the small amount of people they're close to. so fond of sleep, she can be found falling asleep on anything and anyone at anytime.

more info: carrd included at end of post.

Lupia Shepard

game(s): mass effect

race + class: human, vanguard

pronouns + sexuality: she/her, straight

romance: kaidan (me1) -> garrus (me2 +me3)

appearance: lupia looks exactly how she does in game.

personality: receptive and reliable. being a sole-survivor before becoming a spectre she tries to do as much to help others in need as she can. while she is a natural leader, she can be slightly idealistic and over-optimistic in her problem-solving.

Margot Mudbug

game: the ender scrolls v: skyrim

race + class: orc, warrior (werewolf)

pronouns + sexuality: she/they, pansexual

romance: marcina (oc below)

appearance: margot looks how they do in game, except taller, more muscular and they have a messy mullet.

personality: warm and loyal, margot wil do anything to help anyone (sometimes when they dont deserve it). she has a tendency to put other people's needs before their own, and can also be seen as too needy. although not great with criticisms, margot is great with people and will be there for anyone - especially those society has turned their back on.

Marcina Sailam

game: the ender scrolls v: skyrim

race + class: dark elf, rogue + magic user (vampire)

pronouns + sexuality: they/them, bisexual

romance: margot (oc above)

appearance: marcina looks the same as they do in game, except their hair is very long and sraggly and their vampire teeth are slightly more prominent.

personality: being so quick-witted and willing to share their negative opinions on anything, marcina is difficult to get along with. they can be insensitive and arguementative and are prone to lying. but in truth they are just lost soul trying to find their place in the world, and trying to get people to see them as more than they think they are.

if you would like to know more about my dragon age ocs please have a look at the carrd i made about them! :)

#oc intro #introducing myself #dragon age #skyrim #mass effect #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #tes v skyrim #anyway hiiii

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rcsplendent · 9 months

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☼☾ ( havana rose liu , 30 , she/they , demi-woman , grey 3 ) - have you seen ophelia grey? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re witty but also meticulous. when you think of them, you think of freshwater pearl hairpins keeping waterfall tresses into place, the whalebone structure of an emerald green corset, delicate fingertips swiping ruby-red rouge onto freckled cheeks & plush lips.

tws: parental death.

parallels : jo march ( little women ) ; claire ( the bear ) ; asami ( the legend of korra ) ; margot tenenbaum ( the royal tenenbaums ) ; cinderella ( disney )

BASIC INFO

FULL NAME: ophelia jane grey

NICKNAMES: ' phe, ' used mostly by her loved ones.

AGE: thirty

GENDER & PRONOUNS: demi-woman, she/they

ORIENTATION: bisexual & biromantic.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: primary — english; roughly conversational — french, spanish, italian

VOICE / ACCENT: british accent ; soft-spoken but expressive. bright in tonality & sometimes laced with nervous laughter. ( click for example ).

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

ZODIAC: scorpio sun, pisces moon, libra rising

LABEL: the bleeding heart ; one who is dangerously softhearted & vulnerable, despite being aware of the fact that it exposes them to anguish.

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

FACE CLAIM: havana rose liu

HEIGHT: five feet, five inches

HAIR: very long ( waist length ), light brown & wildly curly ( click for examples: one, two, three ). she likes to experiment with styling it: sometimes pulling it into a neat ponytail to keep her hands free while working, tying it into a braid, or tying it back with a ribbon.

EYES: verdant green.

USUAL EXPRESSION: a wistful smile & eyes alight with curiosity. usually wearing a light amount of makeup, such as lip rouge.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: her hair, which is usually the first thing people notice about her.

POSITIVE TRAITS: kindhearted, witty, humorous, vulnerable, selfless, creative, lively

NEGATIVE TRAITS: softhearted, naive, perfectionistic, anxious, stubborn, scatterbrained

THINGS TO KNOW

you are a being of abundance, of giving, of selflessness.

you might've inherited that from your birth parents. you don't remember them, but they were good people. your birth father was a royal english knight, and your mother a field nurse who had traveled from her homeland of china to study at the royal college of surgeons. that's how they met, actually; she patched up a wound of his on the sidelines of an intense battle, and the rest is history. they were madly in love, & the fairytale ending they had envisioned for themselves was sweet: leaving the war together, having a child. it's a shame, really, that such good people could meet such a sorrowful fate. their idealistic future was robbed from them before it could ever materialize. your father was killed in battle just before you were born, & the stress of it all was too much on your mother's body — she passed in childbirth not long after.

despite the tragedy that had struck so suddenly, there was no question in who would care for you upon their passing. your father was a grey, & his brother ( the eldest son of their generation ) and his wife had been named your godparents long before you were born. & while nobody would wish for that title to ever come in handy, upon your birth parents' passing, your uncle & aunt proved their loyalty to their loved ones & adopted you. nobody in your family has ever considered you a cousin — a grey is a grey.

you were raised as one, too. the greys have been in service to the throne for centuries, & it was expected of you to find a role to fall into, something you didn't mind in the slightest. you've always been task-oriented & having something meaninful to dedicate yourself to made perfect sense to you. becoming a lady-in-waiting was the most likely route, but you surprised your family by taking a liking to art — drawing, painting, sculpture & the like. they thought you might become a portrait artist for the royals at first. but you really found something special when, the summer of your thirteenth year, you stumbled into the chambers of the royal seamstress. you stayed there for hours, & came back the next day, & the next. eventually, you became her apprentice, & picked up the skills so quickly that you were sewing entire dresses on your own by the wintertime.

&, god, you're good at it. you have an eye for the details — emerald green jacquard against deep ruby silk linings; delicate lace at the edges of teal-blue velvet bodices; gold filagree hand-embroidered on the collars of the princes' jackets. by now, nearly all of the dresses & suits worn by the royal family have been touched by your hands, either created from scratch or edited to their liking. & you love doing it, too — not only because you get to do what you're passionate about, but you also love the mundane day-to-day of it, ushering the royals in for fittings & chatting with them about their lives.

when queen defne arrived in england, you quickly took a liking to her, & once she married the king, you graciously accepted another role as her lady-in-waiting, happy to accompany her in all of her royal duties. you only requested one stipulation: that you would be allowed to continue your work as a dressmaker, which the royals agreed to with zero hesitance. you receive commissions from all over the world, now — it's somewhat surreal, seeing your work on so many bodies since you've arrived in france; dresses & coats you worked on ages ago reappearing on the princes & princesses who have come to the summit.

it's what fuels you, seeing your work on such proud display. being in france has allowed you more opportunity than ever to create — in the hours you're not accompanying queen defne, you're in the seamstresses' chambers, working nonstop for the guests & patrons of the summit, repairing torn skirts or creating entire garments from scratch.

& you know, down to your bones, that this is what you're meant to do. for as long as you've known yourself, you've known that your purpose on this earth is to create. you've always felt like your soul is too big for your body — like you're bursting at the seams, overflowing with light & love & creativity. what's the use in living if you aren't meant to share in it?

HEADCANONS

tl;dr: ophelia is a dressmaker ! & she's very, very good at it. she makes almost all of the garments worn by the english royals & now that she's in france, acts as a sort of seamstress for all of the guests.

she's a deeply creative soul — when she's not working in the seamstresses' workshop, she's probably off painting somewhere, or collecting flowers to press or turn into natural fabric dye. she also loves pottery, & has a collection of vases & pots she's made.

she is, by birth, a cousin of the greys, but her birth father passed before she was born & her mother passed in childbirth. her father's brother, the patriarch of the current generation, adopted her without question. she knows the story of her birth parents, as her adoptive parents ( her uncle especially, who grieved his brother's death deeply ) wanted her to know them as intimately as possible.

she is a lady-in-waiting to the queen alongside being a royal dressmaker.

she's a very open-hearted person, & is oftentimes too vulnerable for her own good. the kind of person who's just in love with life. y'know that quote that's like, " you'll trudge & fight & scream & cry your way through life, & then beg for seconds " ? that's her.

she tends to be a bit uncouth & rambunctious for a ~lady~. wild hair; a big, bright laugh; vulgar vocabulary ( when she's not around the queen, of course ). she's also very witty & has a very dry sense of humor.

despite being a dressmaker, she is not usually dressed very ornately — white cotton dresses & skirts with her hair unstyled n whatnot.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

new friends: !!!!! she's a lover at heart. pls !

clients: idk what else to call it, but basically just people she's making garments for ! or folks who frequently need their clothes repaired.

a lady squad: just some girlies she can hang out & do rambunctious un-ladylike things with !

a best friend: pls !!!! can be a new person that she got along with so quickly that they're basically besties now, or someone she's known since childhood. or both !!!

lichrally anything else bc i'm a plot whore thx bye !!!!

#ophelia grey — interactions.#ophelia grey — face.#ophelia grey — musings.#ophelia grey — headcanons.#francehq.intro

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