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tragicotps · 8 months
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"We must help her, Asriel." "For Lyra."
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crazycatsiren · 1 year
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I have an idea for a novel. In which the heroine keeps her insane mother locked up in the attic.
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You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.
You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.
He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.
Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.
But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.
He calls you "Tinuviel"
He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.
He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.
He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.
You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.
He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.
He called you nightingale.
You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.
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hojlundaise · 3 months
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npc vs mun 28.01.24
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yutaleks · 3 months
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my turn for a hyperspecific poll LOL
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stellaluna33 · 14 days
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I can't believe I just saw with my own two eyes someone saying that the idea of Rory, in a fic set after the Revival in which she is the mother of a small child, being attracted to seeing Jess being good with kids is "weird" and a sign of "daddy issues." 😂😭. Yeah... Sure... It's "weird" and "problematic" for a mature woman in her thirties who has a kid to think it's "hot" and a "green flag" that a man is good with kids. 😐 Like... WHAAAAT?! 😂 Surely the only RATIONAL explanation is that she has weird hangups about her OWN father! It couldn't POSSIBLY be that she's thinking about what she needs in a potential partner for HERSELF, because it would be WEIRD to think about what her CHILD might need! Like... I'm sorry? If you're thinking about dating as a parent, you HAVE to think about how that person would interact with your kid. You HAVE to. Not taking that into account is how you get people like Liz Danes.
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syruubithethird · 10 months
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Mallelili sketches and such ranging from uh... 3/15/2023 to 6/12/2023
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elrondsscribe · 2 months
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morally correct take: white abuser lestat. enabler louis. survivor claudia.
my heart: 🥺 🥺 please dear god they’re a FAMILY, i need them healed and whole and together again, he called her his little milkweed, please i need it so bad 😭 😭 😭
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sionisjaune · 9 months
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Part 2 of the problematic sebcedes polyamory by which i was consumed this afternoon:
The aftermath of the failed threesome is as follows: Seb spends Saturday evening watching Taskmaster with Lewis instead of dropping him off at Nico’s apartment, and he is awoken the following morning (read: the crack of dawn) by a spectacular blowjob. Lewis beckons him out of bed with promises of smoothie bowls and granola. Seb likes these things, but not as much as Lewis does. He wonders whether Nico gets this treatment when Lewis sleeps over there. 
By 5:30 a.m., Seb and Lewis are on the way to the beach, Seb in the driver’s seat and Lewis blasting ENNY from the stereo speakers. When they arrive, Lewis changes into his tiny swim trunks behind the car, and Seb strips down to his boxers. It’s fucking freezing, and the sun is just peeking above the horizon. Seb shivers and wiggles his bare feet atop the sand while Lewis ties his hair back.
The polar bear plunge involves charging madly towards the tide with a few hundred other nutty participants and submerging one’s entire body in near zero degree water. Seb grabs Lewis’s hand and orients him towards the water. He can feel himself grinning. Lewis is already bouncing on the balls of his feet—he loves this shit too. 
Seb and Lewis race down the beach, hand in hand, until the water is up to Seb’s waist, and he can practically feel his balls retracting into his body. 
“Fuck, that’s cold!” Seb shouts over the sound of a hundred other freezing people shrieking. 
Lewis giggles madly and pulls Seb under. He comes up sputtering and shuddering, but Lewis rewards him with a sub-zero kiss on the lips. 
In the end, Seb has to drag Lewis out of the water and back to the car. He retrieves the emergency blankets from the trunk, and they cuddle up in the backseat with a thermos of mint tea. 
“We should do this again next year,” Lewis says, knocking his head against Seb’s. 
“I think my toes are going to fall off,” says Seb. Lewis snorts. 
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After the polar bear plunge, Seb savours a picturesque dinner with Lewis downtown before Lewis has to leave to start packing for a work trip. He wants to protest, but he knows it really will take Lewis most of a day to stuff his ridiculous, designer luggage. Lewis sends him a text when the plane is about to take off, and then five days later Seb is waiting in front of the airport to pick him up. 
Seb helps him heave two suitcases and a compact duffel into the back before kissing him on the cheek. Lewis lingers in his arms for an extra second, his chin on Seb’s shoulder. 
“I missed you,” says Lewis. 
“Let’s stop at the pizza place you like,” Seb says. 
Lewis pulls back with wide eyes. “Cauliflower crust?” 
“Obviously,” says Seb. 
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Two days later, Seb is back at the airport, dropping Lewis off for the promised Bali trip. Nico is waiting at the gate with his own ridiculous mountain of luggage and giant, tinted sunglasses sliding down his nose. Lewis jogs happily into his arms while Seb lingers beside the rack of overpriced travel pillows. 
Seb crumples the receipt for Lewis’s green juice in his fist, watching Nico and Lewis tow their suitcases towards the boarding area. Nico is literally intolerable—Seb can’t stand to be in a room with him. Speaking to him is like speaking to an ex that knows how to push all of his buttons and doesn’t hesitate to do so whenever it’s convenient for him. The only good part about it is that Nico doesn’t like him either, which prevents Seb from shouldering any guilt. 
He walks back through the airport to get to his car and drive home. Roscoe greets him at the door, snuffling like a human with a severe sinus infection. Seb kneels to the floor to pat him on the head, and Roscoe flops on his back and wiggles gratefully, soliciting tummy rubs.
Seb used to have another partner—this was in the middle of Lewis, two-ish years ago—but he was younger and ultimately not interested in Seb’s lifestyle, so it ended. Still, it was nice to have someone living in his home.
Now it’s just Lewis. Seb is okay with that. 
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Seb and Lewis are in the car again, on the road to spend the weekend camping out in Joshua Tree. Lewis reserved the site he wanted six months ago and has been talking about it ever since. Seb convinced him to pack one suitcase instead of two, and made him promise they won’t break up during the fight that will inevitably happen while pitching the tent. 
“If anyone would break up with anyone over a tent,” says Lewis, his elbow out the window, “it would be you breaking up with me. Not that I’m calling it, or anything.” 
“Ha ha,” says Seb. “Wait until I tell you you can’t light candles inside the tent.” 
“The tent is flame resistant,” says Lewis. “I checked.”  
Seb shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “Sure. Let’s test it.” 
Lewis snorts, and settles against the window. The dust from the road is floating inside the car, mixing with the afternoon sunlight to form a heavy haze. Lewis looks good in rugged conditions—as good as he does wrapped in fluffy bathrobes and slathered with shea butter.
“So,” says Lewis, turning his torso towards Seb. He really should wear his seatbelt correctly. “About two weeks ago. We didn’t talk about it… but that was objectively awesome sex, right?”
“Excuse me?” says Seb. It figures that Lewis would trap him in the car for this conversation. He blows out an overwhelmed breath. “It was… satisfying, in a certain respect.” 
Lewis tilts his head and sucks on his lower lip. He has that wobble in his eyes like he isn’t very happy with what he’s being told. “You’re telling me that wasn’t the most intense, coordinated scene we’ve ever done?” Lewis rubs his temple. “Fuck, that was so hot, when both of you…” Lewis trails off and his thighs fall open a few extra centimetres. Seb wonders if he’s remembering the part where he and Nico fucked Lewis at once, both holes filled, or when Seb held Lewis down so that Nico could eat him out. 
Seb chooses his words carefully. “It was a challenge,” he says. “There was a lot of negotiation that you didn’t see beforehand.” 
“It was perfect,” says Lewis. Seb chances another look over at Lewis, spread across the passenger side. His smoothie and his kombucha occupy both cupholders, and he clipped an air freshener to the dash that smells like pina colada. “Thank you for doing it for me.”
Seb grips the steering wheel and forces his gaze back to the endless road. He can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do for Lewis, even if Nico were involved.
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vyeoh · 2 years
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Double life smp is truely doing the most to accurately represent heterosexual relationships
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pandorem · 2 years
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Thinking about Jon and Martin and how Martin’s trauma with his mother involves needing to be a caregiver far too young, and being resented for it. How Jon’s relationship with his grandmother may be more ambiguous, but whether he was right or not, Jon at least felt resented by her for being a burden and needing to be cared for. How Martin still tries to take care of his mother and everyone around him, how Jon’s upbringing led him to have incredible difficulty in asking for and accepting help. How even basic gestures of care get Jon’s defences up. How each of these backgrounds actually make Jon and Martin clash at first, grating on each other’s traumas and issues just in their basic interactions.
And how if they manage to get past all that, how perfect the potential is for helping each other heal. Being appreciated and being cared for.
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If I had a nickel for every time I have grown fond of a blond male homunculus who (at one point) wants to make their morally problematic creator proud......
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ninja-limabean · 7 months
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tbh I really love the outcome of Sora’s parents in DR part 2. For a while it seemed like the characters were going the direction of “maybe when all this is over we can talk to them and they’ll come around :)”, which I don’t think is a bad message in of itself, but is definitely overdone and way less important compared to the message they ended up going with instead: showing that sometimes your family members are too stuck in the mud to try to love you for who you are, and it’s okay to feel disappointment about this but it’s also okay to find joy and belonging with friends who support you instead of struggling for the approval of people who refuse to try to understand you
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the frustrating new phenomenon of a fans of [thing] misinterpreting a part of [thing], then after talking themselves in a circle about how that doesn’t make sense, conclude that the original [thing] must have been poorly written and/or problematic, and never even considering that they had simply read it wrong in the first place
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fuzzbuns · 12 days
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Arlecchino discourse is really awkward because both sides are so convinced they are right and that the other side just lacks media literacy but 9 times out of 10 the take in question is also wrong and it leaves me scratching my head a little bit….
#fuzzy rambles#like either they are like ‘no she is bad and doesnt care for the kids at all’ or its ‘she is good actually and does care for the kids’#and for me its like… damn…. its actually a little more complicated than that but ok ig#saw someone say she doesnt care for freminet or lynette she just uses them as pawns for lyney to be her heir#which is so incorrect on almost every level#it’s basically a self report that they dont know freminet or lynettes relationship with arlecchino#like i think we can agree raising child solider is problematic or whatever while not painting everything she does as master manipulation#like the things ppl claim are just her 5000 level iq manipulation… rolling my eyes it doesnt even make sense#but at the same time she obviously isnt a saint who has everyones best interests in mind because they are still childe soliders#even tho things got better when she took control there is still a lot of cultish and cruel behaviors the kids get drilled into them#tho honestly the whole fatui is like that look at any of the recurits who arent from the orphanage and they are equally brainwashed#if not us than who or whatever (girl who thinks about what happened in the chasm and want to eat drywall)#idk. dont yall have parents? like u can love and care for a child and still suck as a parent#you can try to not become ur abusive mother and still turn into a monster of sorts#ignore the childe instead of child its literally muscle memory how embarrassing
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kingdomoftyto · 27 days
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Well I couldn't have been much wronger in that last prediction if I tried
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