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banshee's lament - chapter 3.

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a former ward of alicent hightower and aemond's childhood companion, shera stark, returns to king's landing after ten years. ten years after the incident at driftmark that left her and aemond permanently disfigured. after so many years apart, shera and aemond are almost strangers. almost.

shera's voice sounds like blue diamond in this clip. a soft, dreamy whisper.

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content: smut, angst, fluff, disabled ofc, aemond being delulu & obsessive, major canon divergence, ofc has a service direwolf, i'm taking canon rules and putting them in a blender and taking a shot, arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence

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Shera didn’t waste much time getting back to her chambers. She was overwhelmed, confused and overall exhausted— and the day wasn’t even over yet. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she padded the stone to her rooms, hoping to the Gods, the old and the new, that someone wouldn’t stop and speak to her.

“A bath, please,” Shera asked the chambermaids hastily once she reached her solar. “Scorching, as hot as possible. And… my oils, from my chest— if you please…”

They brought in the large copper tub and filled it with hot water, all the way near the top until Shera could see the wisps of steam billowing from it. The maids poured in vials of oil that she brought with her from Winterfell— lavender oil, rosemary oil and sweet honeysuckle oil. The concoction swirled into a lovely light purple color.

“Will you need help undressing, miss?” one of the maids asked.

“N-no,” she murmured. “Thank you— you may go. Return just before sunset.”

Then she was alone. She could finally breathe. Wasting no time undressing, she shed her veil and choker and outer layers until she met the hard exterior of her corset. Fuck. Mayhaps she should’ve asked for help. Unwilling to call them back in, she grabbed a cheese knife from the small dining table near the balcony, slitting through the bindings of the corset like a lovely aged bleu.

Moongeist nosed the latch to the balcony, prompting Shera to open it and let in the breeze from the sea. Nude at last, she all but jumped into the bath, which to her delight, was still scorching. She watched as the wolf sat on the terrace, nose poking out through the stone barrier. He took in the scent of the sea, the salty spray and lingering aroma of toiling waves— and of course, barked at a few seagulls.

Her bones relaxed as she unpinned her hair, tossing the pins astray into the room— to either be stepped on later, or never found again. Shera let out an audible sigh, feeling her skin soften from the oils. This was the pinnacle of her days— she was very fond of baths and made her own bath oils. She loved the warmth, the enveloping heat of the water soothing her worry. It was like the most comfortable of blankets and she loved to get clean, to be clean. It was a ritual and a must for her to have a bath at least every other day.

Her love for baths started because of Helaena, she supposed. When Shera arrived in King’s Landing all those years ago for the first time, she was a grimy and dirty child, wild to the bone, and detested baths. The maids didn’t know what to do with her, until they bathed Helaena and Shera together. They weren’t far apart in age at the time, Helaena being the polar opposite of Shera— but somehow she reeled her into normalcy. The princess would bring her wooden toys into the bath, much to the chagrin of her mother, and play with Shera, blow bubbles and tell stories. It was odd to everyone around them, as the two seemingly switched personalities when they bathed together. Helaena, usually a quiet child, would tell grandiose stories, while Shera would sit quietly, giving her complete and rapt attention to the princess.

The girls bathed together until they were both eight and ten years of age respectively, but even then, they would be in the room with one another while they did— reading books out loud, gossiping, or just sitting in silence, enjoying one another’s presence.

Shera’s undoubted companion in the Keep was Aemond, but she had a very close and special friendship with Helaena— a friendship that the both of them very much missed, subconsciously. It wasn’t as huge of a blow to Shera as losing Aemond, as the Lady of Winterfell and the Princess frequently wrote one another throughout the ten years apart. It was one of the only reasons Shera wasn’t completely mad. But, even so, letters can only do so much, can’t they?

As much as she loathed this marriage and the ramifications of it… she would still be closer to her family, her real family, upon Dragonstone than in Winterfell. She laid in the bath until the water went cool, her mind wandering back to the encounter in the Godswood. Why would Daemon speak to her and with such a… driven attitude? What did he want?

Her thoughts continued to flow, a finger tracing patterns in the mingling oils that lived atop the water. Did Helaena still like baths? If she so asked, would they be able to bathe together like old times?��

No– that would require… forgoing her veil and choker. Even if it was Helaena– she doesn’t know if she could truly bare herself to her– to anyone.

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The hours stretched on until dinner, Shera pacing back and forth, working herself up to a point where Moongeist tugged on her sleeve with his teeth as an indication to calm down.

The maids who’d been assigned to her flittered around her like a flock of ptarmigan hens, pleading with her to let them dress her. She shied away from their touch, only allowing them to dress her in a new corset and skirts.

She stayed in her veil, accentuating it with a few strings of pearls so mayhaps she wouldn’t look so haunting– a hope that always went unfounded, people found her so very terrifying either way.

Shera preferred to wear dark, muted colors and always had on some item of fur upon her; tonight’s being a gorgeous black and white mink stole, which Cregan had gifted her for her seventeenth name day four years ago. It was accompanied with one of her newly tailored dresses, one she sewed herself just a few moons ago and making some last minute alterations on the journey to King’s Landing. It was black lace, falling down to her feet and dragging behind her like a ghostly shadow. Coupled with a laced black veil, she looked in the mirror.

The maid behind her glanced at her warily. “Are… are you in mourning, Lady Stark?” she asked timidly.

“... no?” Shera blinked, taking in her appearance from her reflection. Ah. So, this is why people consist with the ‘Banshee’ title. Shrugging her shoulders, she wrapped the stole around her snugly

Letting Moongeist guide her to the dining hall, to which he followed the smell of roasting meats, she mentally prepared herself. Princess Rhaenyra was to attend, and with Rhaenyra was her brood of children and her rogue husband and the extended clutch of hatchlings– Baela and Rhaena amongst them. She felt sickly at the fact that she would be seeing the twins again, the former of whom was who disfigured her.

Walking into the chamber, the music was in full swing and everyone was already seated. Had she really been so late? All eyes turned to her and Shera scanned them with a bowed head, the tips of her fingers shaking as she locked gazes with Baela. A reminder of the pain that she’d caused, how she wielded the knife that cut Shera’s throat and blinded her in one eye.

The wolf to Shera’s side let out the tiniest of whines, pushing Shera towards the table, and her seat between Helaena and Alicent– thank the Gods for small mercies. Although, she was directly across from Aemond, who hadn’t even blinked since she entered the room.

“Oh, it's so good to have you here again, my dear,” Alicent hummed, taking one of Shera’s hands into her own. The queen was so warm, where Shera was cold. “It is just like old times, hm?”

“Beautiful pup, Shera,” Helaena whispered to her, a hand outstretched to Moongeist. “You see so well through him.” she cooed, a smile plastering upon her lips as the wolf licked her open palm.

“Yes… old times,” Shera responded softly, adjusting her veil. She looked to Helaena, who returned with a knowing gaze. “Hel?” she murmured, lower than usual.

“Yes, dovey?”

“… I’ve missed you dearly.” Shera whispered, offering her hand to the princess— to which they interlocked fingers. The two separately were considered touch-averse, with Shera shying away from touch and Helaena cringing at it. But the two had a deeper understanding of one another, it seemed. They always had, their bond only outshined by Shera and Aemond’s.

But now, it’d be different, wouldn’t it? Aemond was a hot and cold mess to Shera— but Helaena welcomed her like no time had passed. It made her chest ache in a nostalgic way, tears threatening to spill. The good thing about her veil is that no one could see her cry. The whole day had been terribly overwhelming, taut with too many people wanting something from her, needing her to be someone she didn’t wish to be— is this how Helaena felt when she was married to Aegon?

Tears did fall and Shera let them drip down her face, sinking and sliding from the mink stole to her legs. Helaena tugged on her hand. “Don’t cry, dragonfly,” she hummed. “Dance with me?”

Shera blinked the tears away, even though they were replaced by new ones right away. “I… would love to. I will not be the most coordinated, though— will you guide me?”

“Always.” the princess replied, pulling Shera from her chair and guiding her with a gentle hand to the space in the hall set aside for dancing. The music was lively and jaunty, with a lovely tune strummed from a fiddle, accompanied with a wooden flute. Helaena placed a hand on Shera’s waist, then kept their other hands interlocked. “Put your hand on my shoulder. I will lead— you can pretend I’m a gallant knight.”

Shera snorted a giggle. “I do not want to dance with a gallant knight,” she mused as they began to sway. Helaena kept her upright and indeed took the lead, allowing Shera to stay close and follow her movements. “I want to dance with the butterfly princess.”

“Ah, the butterfly princess!” Helaena cooed. “I suppose that can be arranged. What will that make you? Oh— my little wolf spider.” she giggled in return.

It was the first time the entire day, mayhaps the entire fortnight, that Shera felt… happy. She felt weightless dancing with Helaena and felt like crying again— damn the emotions. “Please don’t leave me, Hela,” she murmured, almost silently through garbled tears. “I’ve been so alone.”

Helaena led the dance off to the further corner of the room where they would have more privacy to speak, still swaying. “I wouldn’t leave you, Shera. The wolf spider’s been so alone— so alone in the cold,” she hushed. “Now you’ve come back to play with the dragonflies and the butterflies— but we must watch out for the birds, the black tailed magpies, and oh, the hawks and gulls, my sweet.”

“May I steal Lady Stark for a dance, sister?” Aemond suddenly cut in, so silent in his approach that Shera hadn’t even heard him at all.

“I don’t know,” Helaena looked to Shera. “Say the word, and I shall release a clutch of spiders into his bedchamber.” she whispered lowly, as if telling a secret.

Shera cracked a smile. “It’s alright, Hela. If he is untoward, Moongeist shall bite him.”

Helaena embraced her once more before giving her brother a mock threatening glance. Aemond swiftly replaced her, putting his hands on Shera’s waist. It felt… different. Different from how Helaena had them, and how Daemon had touched her earlier in the Godswood. It wasn’t friendly, nor slimy— it made her want to turn tail and run away, but it also made her chest warm, heart thumping like a rabbit’s.

“My lady.” he greeted, putting one hand on her lower back to help her posture. “I do hope you won’t sic your dog upon me– yet.”

“My prince,” Shera responded, looking up at him. “Mayhaps I won’t, we shall see.”

“Does it haunt you? That they’re all here in one room?” he leaned down to whisper, swaying back and forth to the music, albeit a bit rigidly. He wasn’t nearly as good of a dancer as Helaena.

“I am always haunted,” she echoed, blinking slowly. She wondered if he could really see her face under her veil. He was looking so intensely at her and she was unsure if he was putting her together or picking her apart in his mind. “Are you?”

“It’s an agitation, like a brood of mosquitoes.” Aemond answered gruffly, looking away from her now. He wasn’t telling the whole truth, she noted. His lone pupil wavered, looking everywhere but at her.

“Do you have nightmares about it?” she asked, fingers prickling under one of the buckles of his doublet absentmindedly. “I haven’t outgrown them. Not even after this long.”

He scoffed. “Nightmares? I’m not a child.”

Liar. Liar. Liar.

The servers interrupted as they began to serve the first course— Aemond helped guide Shera back to her seat.

“Thank you for the dance.” she murmured as he pushed in her seat.

“Hm.”

The dinner continued, Shera staying quiet while she prodded at her food. She preferred to eat alone and only ate enough, slipping it under her veil to not seem rude. Cregan was having a jolly time down the table, talking the ear off of Jacaerys. Baela and Rhaena were whispering to one another, as were Rhaenyra and Daemon. Shera’s skin crawled as she stole looks at the four of them– the twins hadn’t said a word to her, nor did it seem they would, merely whispering like mice. Aegon had excused himself after the first course was served and did not return. Aemond remained staring at Shera the entire time.

Blinking, Shera stared back at him finally, raising her head to lock gazes with him. The subtle shift of her veil indicated she had cocked her brow, as if to say ‘Why are you staring?’

The motion wasn’t lost on Aemond, as they fell back into their own silent communications that they were so well versed in as children. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, responding in kind, ‘You know why.’

Alicent stood up, “I would like to propose a toast– to the return of our beloved Shera, as well as the visit of her brother and warden of the North, Cregan Stark. I cannot imagine it was an easy journey, but we are so blessed that you’ve made it, especially to finalize something that has… been in the making for a few years,” she held up her cup of wine, to which everyone else held up theirs, including Aemond. “Princess Rhaenyra, Cregan and I have been in much talk of betrothals and the like. I would like to announce, formally, the betrothal of Shera Stark,” she paused, taking a breath, “And Jacaerys Velaryon.”

Shera’s breath caught in her throat, her nails sinking into the soft of her palm. She focused solely on Alicent, even if she could feel the searing brand of Aemond’s stare on her. She refused to look, she couldn’t—

But her sole eye betrayed her, her head turning ever so slightly to gauge Aemond’s reaction. He looked like a statue, his lone pupil narrowed to a slit, like a dragon’s. His hands were placed together dutifully, but the veins near his knuckles were bulging with strain, the fervor of what could only be described as fury coursed through him. The look in his violet iris scared the hells out of Shera. ‘Twas only a moment they locked gazes, but she felt, she saw the barely contained rage, the burning of the city and beyond from Vhagar’s back—

And then it was gone, as if the candle of ferocity had been snuffed out. He sat up straight, giving Shera one last eyebrow raise before turning his attention solely to his mother. It terrified her how quickly he was able to turn it off, to bury deep as if it never existed at all.

Perhaps she had imagined it. Surely she did– he didn’t have such a volatile temper as a child, if she could remember correctly.

Clearing her throat, she raised her glass higher as Alicent finished the announcement, gesturing in Jacaerys’ direction, who did the same in return to her. She wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of living upon Dragonstone, nor did she feel she was fit to be the wife of Rhaenyra’s heir. But, ‘twas the way of things.

She thought Jace, as he had insisted she call him, was well and fine. He was a bit taller than she with a boyish charm and curled brown locks. Their few meetings as adults, where he had so gallantly rode all the way up to Winterfell upon his dragon, he always kissed her hand and smiled at her. It was easy to forget that he was a part of her and Aemond’s maiming when she turned her mind off and became the little puppet Lady that she was supposed to be— but then she would wake up crying in the middle of the night, begging for them not to kill her—

“I would like to propose a toast,” Aemond’s voice cut through Shera’s thoughts like a sharpened blade, the horrid screeching of his swiftly kicked out chair causing her to cringe. “A toast— to our lovely banshee, and her strong husband-to-be. I do hope that Jacaerys is keen on sleeping on the floor whilst a dog warms his wife’s furs– and let us pray for Shera’s health once they ruminate over Dragonstone. Do you still get sea sick, my lady? I cannot imagine a wolf gaining sea legs any time soon.”

“It’s none of your business, uncle–,” Jace countered, pushing back from his chair to stand.

“Aemond, don’t,” Alicent hissed quietly, gripping her goblet with an iron fist.

“I’m merely expressing my joy for their coming union, mother. Seems the issue is a bit touchy, hm, Jacaerys?” Aemond’s mouth twitched into a toothy smile, but it was nothing of joy. It was like the open maw of a dragon, daring anyone to walk near, lest they be snapped into smithereens.

Jacaerys walked a bit closer to Aemond, his hackles equally raised in a challenge. Shera’s observation of the two was quickly surmised; Jace was soft where Aemond was razor-edged. A fight between them would be of little challenge. The underlying rage in Aemond was apparent once more, simmering and bubbling in the pot, threatening to boil over and scald everyone within his reach. His words didn’t sound like he was about to fly off the handle– he was in complete control of every carefully placed barb, every pause in his speech was intentional for added dramatics, to piss off Jace– and Shera, it seemed.

“Do you really expect your nuptials to be fruitful, nephew? Have you ever seen her without her veil? I must say,” Aemond nodded his head toward Shera’s direction as he got closer to Jace, whispering in his ear as if not to let anyone else in on their conversation– Shera heard, though. “I’m quite curious myself– do you think that our dear cousin’s blade,” his lone eye looked to Baela, who was arm-in-arm with Rhaena, Daemon looming behind them like the Dragonmont itself, “Was sharp enough, for a clean cut? Mayhaps it’s a mangled mess under there. Best to keep the covering on for your wedding night, hm?”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jacaerys growled, his hand itching as he flexed and unflexed his fist. “You can say what you’d like about me, but you shall hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

“Jace,” Shera murmured lowly, feeling for Moongeist as she got up from her own chair, shaking. The wolf pressed to her leg, guiding her to where Jacaerys was at arm's length. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder, whilst trying to quell the quiver of her bones, while keeping her eye upon Aemond. “‘Twas merely a jest– in poor taste… but a jest.” she had her head lowered diminutively, biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Sure, the ‘jest’, as it was, hurt immensely to her already fragile psyche– but she had to keep a level head, especially here.

Still holding his own goblet, Aemond’s nostrils flared as he watched Shera caress Jace, as if they were truly close. The tip of his brow twitched as he hardened his jaw, lowering his cup and proverbial feathers, remembering himself, remembering where he was. “A jest— of course. Though, I never was the jester of our group, was I? Once upon a time, it’d been you, Jacaerys.” the second son exhaled, eye still trained on Shera. But he approached Jace, hand outstretched. “Congratulations.” he said, his voice clipped. Once again, the rage had been shoved deep down and quelled for the time being.

Jace tentatively took his hand, nodding slowly. “Thank you, uncle,” he squeezed Aemond’s hand before pulling back. “You’re better with a blade than a joke, that is for certain.”

“Mayhaps we shall spar sometime, then?” Aemond suggested. Everyone in the room knew it was a chance for him to kick Jace into the dirt like he desperately wished to do presently.

“Yes– on the morrow, uncle,” Jacaerys nodded. “Lord Stark should join us, yes? Let’s make a proper gauntlet out of it, then.”

Shera’s hand, in turn, retreated from Jace’s shoulder as she rested a hand on Moongeist’s head. Turning to Alicent, who looked on the edge of an anxious breakdown. “Thank you for the dinner, your grace. I am… feeling quite faint, so I fear I must retire,” Shera whispered, curtsying as best she could. Turning to Rhaenyra and Daemon, she bowed her head. “Princess, prince.”

Rhaenyra gave a wry smile. “Feel better soon, dear.”

Daemon said nothing, just nodding his head as his finger traced the rim of his cup.

“Allow me to escort you, sister,” Cregan was at her side in an instant.

“It’s not nec—,”

“I insist.”

It wasn’t a lie— Shera did feel quite faint from the events and excitement. Letting Moongeist guide her, she escaped the dining hall mostly unscathed, despite feeling a gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach.

Keep the covering on during your wedding night– mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there.

“O-okay,” she responded monotonously, as if she wasn’t even in control of her own body, her own words.

Cregan held her in his steady grip, guiding her out of the hall. He was quiet until they entered Maegor’s holdfast. “Dragons are quite tempestuous, aren’t they?” he began.

“… yes.”

“Your childhood companion— the prince— he certainly had a lot of great things to say about you, didn’t he?”

“… Cregan.”

“Listen to me, Shera,” he said as they entered her chambers. “They’re not your friends— not anymore. They’re strangers to you.”

“But—,”

“They don’t know you anymore, they only knew who you used to be.”

And you’re a shell of who you used to be. But that was left unsaid.

“You shan’t waste your tears any longer on them, on him,” he continued. “And do not give me that look, don’t think I don’t hear you crying at night.”

“Mayhaps I cry at night because you shoved me into something I am unfit for!” Shera shouted, her voice cracking, followed by a hiss of pain. Something I do not wish for. Jacaerys helped make me this way, Cregan. Don’t you care? Does it matter more than your fucking oath?

Cregan wanted to bite back, but instead furrowed his brow. “Are you alright? Shall I fetch a maester?”

“N-no…” she whimpered, her voice broken and full of gravel. She pressed a hand to her throat, swallowing a cough. “… tea.”

“Of course,” Cregan murmured, guiding his sister to sit on the loveseat near the fire. “I’ll get a maid… and… and the tea.”

Shera nodded, watching him leave. She didn’t care for the pain, even if it felt like someone was dragging a brush of thorns inside of her throat— she felt like she was falling apart at the seams mentally, akin to her old mended dresses, the threads wilting and falling away.

She felt lost. Lost in the fact that… she wasn’t sure she belonged anywhere. They thought her not cut out for Northern life from her delicate sensibilities— and she wasn’t cut out for King’s Landing for the same reason, except it wasn’t the physical environment, but the barbed tongues, the venomed words, the games of the mind.

She didn’t belong.

Would it even matter if she wasn’t part of the equation? Rhaenyra would get her alliance with the North somehow, Cregan would fulfill his oath, Jacaerys would have a number of other betrothal options.

It mattered not that she was here.

Didn’t it?

Keep the covering on during your wedding night– mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there.

Her jaw clenched all night as she nursed her tea to soothe her throat– but every other part of her was purely on fire. The one person in the entirety of this Gods forsaken world who knew what she felt, what she went through– the one other person who was there, who was on her side, who she… she lost everything for– was keen to jest at her disfigurement.

She stood up from her chair, hours after Cregan had left her, throwing the porcelain at the wall. The teacup smashed into bits and pieces and she sunk her teeth into her own lip until she tasted copper. The kettle was next, hocked upon the mantle of the fireplace as it too, split apart.

I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home.

Her damaged vocal cords mustered her wails they best they could, forlorn and haunting and low–

Where was home? She wanted to go home, home– but she didn’t belong anywhere. Where was her home?

The banshee yowled like a creature with a broken leg, echoing against the walls, ever enclosing.

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thorin-baby-bear · 1 year

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hi!! could we get flip!ricky potts and flip!mischa bachinski headcanons? i think they r best bros and would hangout while little too

Yes, the best bros

Flip!Ricky Potts & Flip!Mischa Bachinski Headcannons

These two are most definitely the best of bros when big

But little?

Absolute sibbies

They always want to be together

Playing games, sharing snacks, reading and watching cartoons

Cartoons are an absolute must

Ricky introduced Mischa to a bunch of old 80s and 90s cartoons (He-Man, Shera, The Real Ghost Busters etc.) and Mischa fell in love with them

They spend at least a couple hours watching them every playdate

Mischa also loves reading about and hearing about Zolar from Ricky

(Mischa learned how to sign with the others so he could understand Ricky easier, and so if one of the other littles went nonverbal they could still communicate)

Ricky loves to bounce ideas off of Mischa, he always seems to understand his wild plots

The two usually get up to a little mischief, but most of their time is taken up by playing and watching their shows

They tend to steal treats a lot

When one of the bros is regressed and the other big, they are the coolest older brother ever

Playing pretend, making the little one laugh and giggle through jokes and tickling, helping their brother calm down after a long day

Of course they hit their speed bumps

Ricky gets sensory overload a lot, so school is extremely difficult for him when he regresses

Mischa tries his best to help (always has noise canceling headphones and fidget toys) but sometimes the only thing he can do is find a quiet place for Ricky to sit and unwind

Mischa often struggles with feeling lonely or like a burden when regressed

So Ricky takes extra care to reassure him that he's not a burden and that he loves him and will always be his sibby

Neither of them really have a set age range, so they switch who is the "Older Brother" often

Mischa tends to take on more of a protector role, even when regressed, so Ricky tends to have to help him get calm and not as vigilant when regressed

Mischa's not as big on napping as Ricky is, but he still never minds ending the day with snuggles and a comfy blanket <3

I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for the request!!

#agere #rtc #rtc agere #flip!mischa bachinski #flip!ricky potts #agere headcanons #mischa agere #ride the cyclone age regression #ricky agere #mischa rtc #ricky rtc

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imanorb · 1 year

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Catradora toxic?

You know, some people might find it toxic, even the shera fandom itself recognizes how jarring the portal episode is. But you know what? If there is someone, specially a sapphic, who likes catradora, it’s because it might resonate with them and their relationship with sapphic love on an intimate level and finds some light in it that you do not find because you cannot relate to some forms sapphic experience.

For me it was a way to cope with trauma and vindicate the sapphic love l always desired. I was in a catholic only girls school and I was bullied on hardcore mode. Like, I don’t wanna get into details about it, but imagine the worst scenarios korean webtoon wise. Up until season 4 I hated hated hated Catra, she represented all the pain I received from women all my life and the trauma that made me hate women and be an “im not like the other girls” insufferable teenager in the past

But then with her redemption… and her love for Adora… I don’t know it made me look at things under a new light in restrospective

There is a switch, there is something extremely odd about female bullies, it’s like the chains of comphet make you hate what you cannot understand why it tickles you.

It’s a way for them to protect themselves from what you do to them. I wish there was a way to pull the switch in them and say “I'm here to love and cherish you, not to harm you” so they could embrace it and feel safe enough to be vulnerable

Thanks to Catradora I can say I am sapphic and I can learn to receive the love from girls I deprived myself from and to heal an important fragment of my inner child

#catradora #catra #sapphic experience #antis #random rant #spop

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princesscolumbia · 2 years

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#AdoraBod Challenge, Day 70

Rest day! #adorabod #shera #sheraprincessofpower #spop #dreamworksshera #sheranetflix #sheracatra #sheraandtheprincessesofpower #fitsporation #fitnessmodel #fit #workout #getfit #fitnessmotivation #fitness #switch #gamergirl #gamer #geek #game #geeky

Rest day! https://open.spotify.com/track/71gVbpv2VwVHMPo5lmU9Kr?si=80a1cc0ffc614cc2 BIG STONKING DISCLAIMER TIME!This exercise plan (and the forthcoming diet plan) is for my personal use ONLY and is not intended to constitute medical or fitness advise. I am not a medical or fitness professional, please seek the advise of someone who actually went to school for this stuff before adapting any of…

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aelijoh · 1 year

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Catradora as CaitVi

#catradora #spop #shera #arcane #caitvi #violyn #please dont come onto this and tell me that you'd switch them #i find it a little rude tbh #you cant tell me Catra would be a cop living under the guise that the government is good #it's literally Adora's character arch in episode one #makes no sense to switch them #/lighthearted #tophestart

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nny11writes · 2 years

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Ive been playing Star Wars: Racer. Yeah, the n64 game. It has a switch port. Pretty fun. The main loop in the tournament mode is upgrading and repairing your vehicle so you can perform in the more high end races.

Anyway: Street racer Shera au. Catra races to prove she's the best, she tries to repair her own car. Scorpia records *every* race and has a flag saying "best driving cat xoxo :)" on it with a picture of Catra as a cat. Catra hates it.

One day Glimmer shows up with a porsche and beats Catra after a neck and neck race, Catra is so mad she recruits the help of her very off-the-books engineer friend Entrapta who she has never let touch her precious Subaru before. Entrapta says Catra's repeated patchwork jobs have fucked up the car, which hurts Catra's pride, but within three days the thing is repaired and modded with lighter wheels, removed furniture, and an ungodly turbo boost, also she puts refined kerosine in a secondary tank, don't ask.

Anyway Catra and Glimmer, who has also begged her boyfriend to design cute little decal faces for her car, pull up ready to start their rematch, when suddenly an enormous pink limo comes out and blocks the racing path. Out of the car steps Angella, who had weaselled the truth out of Bow, who stands next to her ashamed.

Everyone watches in bewilderment as this tense race gets interrupted by a teenager and her mother yelling at each other about how this ALWAYS happens and she is SO grounded and she only has a learner's insurance for the car anyway so why is she driving alone in the first place.

Okay, so first of all you just unlocked several childhood memories lol. When TPM came out I got super into it and had this awful dorky padawan obi-wan costume from like target that I wore the apprentice braid from until it fell to pieces and played TPM tie in computer game non-stop. So my parents were like, “Huh, neat.” And got us Star Wars: Racer but for the PC (Episode I: Racer? It had a different name I think but that cover art instantly took me back). Anyhow me and my sister took turns playing it and when she convinced me to prank call someone for the first time ever (something she’d also never done) we dialed a random number and just held the phone to the speakers while the game was playing.

The lady called back and left a stern voicemail about prank calls that shamed us so much we actually stopped playing the game afterwards 😂

ANYHOW

I actually like the idea that Catra does basic work on the car decently, but she can probably install mods with some issues and run ins. I wouldn’t trust a street racer who can’t do some work on their own car! (I say having known a small handful of them actually lol, my hometown is notorious for street racing and even my brother in law used to get in on the act) That said, I can see her being one of those people who mis-installs a fancier system of some kind. Like, the new fly wheel works great but Catra fucked up the new muffler system and didn’t realize it because it happened because of something else in the system, ya know? Entrapta would still 100% tell her she fucked up her car because Entrapta is sensitive to the feelings of the vehicles. Catra does not understand what the fuck that means but she’s not gonna ask when Entrapta somehow supercharged her turbo and put in experimental wheels and axels that are light but strong. Catra was excited when she replaced the hood and trunk with carbon because the car was so much lighter and better afterwards. This is that times twelve! Catra swears off self repairs because she literally can’t make heads of tails of it anymore, and also Entrapta wants to.

Glimmer absolutely bought her way into the sport, but it’s her hard work that got her to be a street racer. She used to go to the track and at first just did straight shot races, mostly against herself. She took Bow in it once, and his face was frozen between pure joy and pure terror under the helmet he was forced to wear and borrow by the racetrack. Angella didn’t like her daughter’s hobby, but at least it wasn’t a motorcycle or heaven forbid that dangerous street racing. Glimmer would eventually move up to track racing and then decided to take her skills to the roads and see. Bow is not thrilled by this, but he is an overly supportive boyfriend and will support her hobby gosh darn it!!! He demands that she wear a safety suit and helmet which she does making her look extra dorky compared to the rest but she races well!

When her and Catra face off for the first time it is neck and neck because Catra has more practical knowledge than Glimmer. Both of her car and the streets, but Glimmer’s build up with her car means she has more practiced skills that are too dangerous for drivers to learn on the streets on the fly. Mostly though Glimmer keeps up because of her ability to have thrown money at her fancy car. By the time Catra and Glimmer are ready for their re-match, Catra’s car is now on par with Glimmer’s money machine but Glimmer has been able to spend the time on the roads learning the routes more and becoming more familiar with the feel of street racing.

Mostly thanks to impromptu races, don’t tell her mom.

Except whoopsies! Bow totally crumbled like a house of cards. Glimmer and Catra are old enough, have their full licenses, and really have done nothing wrong as the street races they went against one another in were both sanctioned. Sure, they both do illegal races too but legal ones for big multi-car groups. So when Angella rolls up in her limo and gets in a full out fight with Glimmer there isn’t much that can be done about it. They go head to head again (ignoring everyone else there) and this time Catra beats Glimmer.

Now they have a back and forth going on where they keep facing off under various situations, and eventually end up in a long sanctioned race where you need a copiolt to actually tell you were to go and help out. Bow gets freaked out right before it starts and Angella offers to go in his place.

Look, Glimmer got her love of fast cars from someone.

Catra takes Entrapta as she’s quick, clever, and also knows what to do if the refined kerosine goes sideways.

Over the radio the whole time both teams just bicker with one another and each other, they both end up off the track somehow and are now racing illegally just against one another. The finish is a photo finish, and also filled with cops. Angella pays for everyone’s bail and they go for either a drink or ice cream. They may or may not race one another on the way there too. Bow and Scorpia meet them because “Wow! But also, don’t do that to me again please!”

#long post #she ra street racer AU #I love the idea of them running into one another during regular errands and it being like #aw shit here we go again #as they suddenly race one another from one stoplight to the next red #but Catra's groceries are going everywhere and Glimmer is balancing all four smoothies in her lap with dedication #(one for her and one for bow and two for adora)#and they always sneer at one another but clearly care when the other doesn't make it to something #eventually they get over it a little bit but under the condition that no one talks racing or shop together #this is for everyone's safety trust us

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The Sexy ABCs Meme

also holy shit I am so sorry it took me THIS LONG to answer! ;; I'm sticking the answers under a cut to save your dash, and I hope you enjoy them~ ♥

X is for X-rated: Do they watch any X-rated movies (porn)? Together or alone? Do they have a favorite type? Do they try to reenact them afterwards?

Watching X-rated movies is something they indulge in on occasion, though they're also up to reading some kinky novellas, too. The first time they watched porn together, it was an (aptly enough) vampiric-themed movie that Reilena had gotten as a gag gift from Tifa. They'd thought it was just going to be silly, but it turned out to be pretty damned hot, hit upon more than a few of their kinks... and they did end up reenacting their favorite parts later that night ♥ (and still do every so often, as oops, the vampire roleplay is kinda fun).

As such, they're more for the fantasy-themed movies, and though they do have some BDSM kinks, they’re not too keen on non-con, and will usually skip over those scenes or movies altogether, or at least make sure they’re comfortable with it before watching; consent is sexy, and when the word’s said, it stops. But costumes, exhibitionism, growls, and biting and scratching in there? Yes please, especially when it gives them some new ideas for the bedroom~

Watching alone can be fun, too – there’s been a couple occasions where Tifa’s popped into Reilena’s apartment by surprise, only to catch her best friend abruptly switching the channel with a red face and a blanket yanked over her. Not that those two haven’t watched a movie or two together, as they did when they dated, and even now during girls’ nights in will pick out a ridiculously-titled film, crack open a bottle or two, and turn it into a drinking game while teasing the other about whether or not they’d try what’s onscreen with their respective partners.

On the flip side, Vincent’s only been walked in on once so far (in this lifetime) while indulging. His “oops” moment was when he was staying at Cid and Shera’s for a weekend, with Cid walking in to ask if Vincent would join him outside for a smoke break. A strangled, startled “!”, a glance at the screen, and Cid held his hands up and said “I’ll give ya a sec, Vince uh… catch ya out back?” though not without a little smirk, ‘cause the cape was definitely not over his shoulders at that time.

And sometimes alone doesn’t necessarily mean alone, as the private chat they have on their phones can attest to~

Y is for Yucky: Is there something they find particular disgusting or unpleasant in regards to sex? Something they’d absolutely refuse to do, even if the other really wanted it? Have they already denied the other some kinks because of this?

They're good at discussing boundaries and kinks, and have introduced one another to their own (Vincent turned Reilena onto shibari and bondage for example – and then proceeded to accidentally break a couple pairs of handcuffs because he really really really needed her, oops~), so when they come across something that might squick or freak the other/both of them out, it's talked over. Even if one seems entirely into it, the absolute second it looks like something’s not right, it stops. This came into play quite a bit when Vincent introduced Reilena to constraint kinks, as the last thing he wanted was to accidentally trigger her claustrophobia; constant reassurances were given, and it was taken as slowly as needed, with him giving her full rein on everything while talking her through it.

Which means yes, there have been times when they're making out and deep into foreplay, a question is asked, and they'll slow down (as much as possible) to make sure they're on the same level before continuing. Mussed hair, heavy breathing, clothes undone and rumpled (if not off entirely), and then a soft "are you okay with this?" This also comes up if he's gone semi-monstery, because he knows he can get very rough when that happens (and again with the possible claustrophobia due to wings enfolding them post-climax if he’s more Chaotic), and though she always reassures him that she's okay, he will always make absolutely sure.

Debasing/degrading talk is one that they won't do; dirty talk is all well and good, but there's that line that neither of them will cross. Bodily fluids need to be specified - bloodplay is very good (hello vampiric tendencies and biting/scratching), they both enjoy going down on one another and indulging in their tastes, but cum play is eeehhhh (heat of the moment has happened at times, but it's not a regular thing; this doesn't count licking them off of fingers though, as that is a yes good very good and a surefire way to get them even more riled up), and a hard no on anything that's supposed to go in the toilet, to put it nicely.

Z is for Zones: What are their most erogenous zones? Does their partner know all of them? Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones?

For her: the inside of her thighs is a very big one, especially the left, and he likes to take advantage of this by running his claws along her leg to get her flustered when they're sitting together in public; in the bedroom, he'll bite it just deep enough to draw blood, and let the blood run down her leg before licking it up and kissing the bitemark.

Caressing and running nails/claws across her hips and along the small of her back will get her warm and flustered in a hurry, moreso if he decides to take his time and lazily run his claws up her spine. Doing that while nuzzling the hollow of her throat? She will cling to him and beg him for more. Breasts feel almost like a given, but she can't help it, especially when he toys with her nipples until they're erect and almost aching; she has a tendency to really pull at his hair when he plays with her like this.

And for a more subtle one, the inside of her arms - running his nails/claws along her arm, up until their fingers link together and he squeezes their hands/presses them against whatever surface they're against. Soft, tender, and sensual, it's one he likes to do when they're in public, and will usually nuzzle/kiss a warmed cheek afterward with a murmured little tease.

For him: his neck - for a specific spot, the back of his neck - is one, and she will play this up as much as possible, as she'll run her nails down his neck while they're making out to get him to shiver. As such, she'll surprise him at times in public by brushing his hair over his shoulder to press a kiss against the back of his neck before whispering in his ear and slipping her arms around him, if not sneaking in a little nuzzle and kiss against the side of it as well. Nibbling, biting, and suckling at it is also a surefire way to get a nice, throaty groan from him.

His chest is a big one (haha), more now that he’s more comfortable with baring his torso. Feeling her hair against his skin while she’s kissing and licking her way down, giving special attentions to his scars (the once-fatal mark is a major one, which was a surprise to him as well, as he never thought it would turn him on so much until that night when he first revealed his torso scarring to her) will get him hot and ready to go in seconds, and when she moves down to nuzzle the happy trail of soft black hair from his navel down~? That’ll get some quality whimpering growls in an instant, as well as some claws or fingers tangled in her hair as he trembles.

He also just really likes his scars being kissed, caressed, and tended to. Considering the insecurities he’s harbored with them, and how many traumatic memories they still keep, feeling her touching and kissing them is at once a major turn-on and a tender reassurance. The torso ones were already mentioned, but the scars around his shoulder blades – marks where the wings of Chaos still burst out every so often – and the faded ones on his forehead – courtesy of Galian’s horns – are also ones that will get him warmed up while also feeling reassured and loved whenever she nuzzles or kisses them.

(and then I finished writing all this and thought "whoops, these are probably better for turn-ons," eep)

#steeleidolon #thanks for the ask!#t h e m #vinrei #look i love them a very normal amount #thank you so much for asking and if you want to ask more go for it!#it won't take me over a month to answer i promise fffffffffff

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chronically-a-menace · 1 year

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i haven't seen it lately but i know a while back there was this hugeeee trend of people saying they were born into the wrong generation and how they belonged into the 80's or 90's or whatever... but im gonna be really honestly i dont think we appreciate our generation enough,i LOVE being a girl in '23. i love talking the most unhinged stuff out loud with other girls during math class at 7 am. I love the little rush to open letterboxd whenever leaving the theater, i love twerking to songs none of us know the name to and lie for fun to strangers at parties. I love editing culture where a 30 second edit make me watch 8 season of a show simply because 2 characters MIGHT be gay (they never are). I love famous people drama,i love reality shows were i spent my day drown into petty fights that everyone is aware that are scripted but still opening twitter to talk about it,i love when its halloween season and teenagers dress as characters that represent them and at the same time i also love seeing girls get so confident in their costumes that means nothing else then looking hot. i love getting ready together when everything is so chaotic and "WHERES MY MASCARA" "CAN SOMEONE DO EYELINER FOR ME" "CAN YOU ZIP MY DRESS" and suddenly everyones ready and you can hear 8 different speed up songs blasting through phones because theres girls in every corner of the room making thirst traps,i love tumblr and being able to make those huge ass paragraphs about things that i want to talk about and theres no one to hear,knowing someone here probably will :) and if we wanna get poetic i love how open i can be about who i am and who i love to people my age,i love how much more accepting we are then older generations,i love seeing how my friends switched into trynna make me go out guys to giving me thumbs up and the biggest smile whenever i talk to a girl they think i could actually love,i love turning up tv to watch silly little shows about girls liking girls,i love the owls house and shera and how no one in the amphibia fandom would ever dissagree that all of those bitches are gay. i think we as a society should start appreciating all the work we did to undo everything wrong that was taught to us,and yes we obviously have flaws but we also made so much progress comparing to our grandparents and sometimes even parents

#amphibia #the owl house #shera #gen z #2023

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yourwizardofaus · 1 year

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Mark Shera - one of the seventies briefest sex symbols after rising to fame in the original TV series of SWAT, after which he switched to Barnaby Jones and remained for the second half of the series with Morgan Fairchild and Buddy Ebsen (formerly Jed Clampett on The Beverly Hillbillies).

#Mark Shera #1970s #70s #seventies #pop culture #SWAT #Barnaby Jones

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catricks · 4 months

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its so funny when i was watching shera i honestly thought i'd be like adora in choosing the greater good in the end. but chloe switched that shit up on me omg... fuck the world baby.

#death Is different than divorce tbf #p #returning to my cringe roots as a fandom blogger...

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spicymegs · 6 months

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༺☆༻ Hey there welcome to my tumblr where I post about random things like the paranormal , food , anime , music or things I enjoy and I will post vents here as well and more I’m a gamer living her dream finding friends and making memories

✧About me!!

✮⎨Name/Nickname: Megan/Meg

✮⎨Platforms you play on/Games you play/Usernames:Xbox & PSN & Switch

Usernames Xbox Gt SpicyMrsKFC & PSN MrsFlamingRamen & Switch ID SW-0558-8128-0601

Games I play: Fortnite Overwatch DBD Etc

✮⎨Gender: Female

✮ ⎨Pronouns: She/They

✮ ⎨Age: 22

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Favorite–

✮ ⎨Favorite Game(s): Stardew Valley , Disney Dreamlight , FaeFarm

✮ ⎨Show(s)/anim(s): Shows Greys Anatomy Vampire Diaries SheRA RiverDale Virgin River etc

Anime Black Bulter Attack on titan rising shield hero fruit basket the time I recantation as a slime sao food wars etc

✮ ⎨Movie(s): Sleepy hollow Harry Potter Spider Wick Concortles Percy Jackson Sherk etc

✮ ⎨Animal(s): Panda 🐼 Cheetah 🐆 Turtles 🐢 Cats 🐱 Dogs 🐶 etc

✮ ⎨Favorite Food(s): Enchiladas Chicken Ramen 🍜 Stew baked potatoes etc

✮ ⎨Favorite Snackies: Hot Cheetos Hot fries gummy worms gummy bears 🐻 Sour gummy worms Mac and cheese and salsa and cheese dip and hot sauce combos etc

✮ ⎨Likes: Kind People Positivity

✮ ⎨Dislikes:Drama and toxic behavior

✮ ⎨Triggers: ED SA conflict matters screaming or loud noises mc etc

✮ ⎨Dm Status/Friend Request Status: Dm Status Open & Friend Requests Open

✮ ⎨Time zone: CST

✮ ⎨Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️

✮ ⎨Relationship Status: Taken

✮ ⎨Sexuality: BI

✮ ⎨Hobbies: Helping others , watching movies or tikok or YouTube or tv shows or animes

Extra!! I have my own discord server that I enjoy to being others too we have movie nights , anime nights and chill nights there a lot tyy if you come

DNI (Do not interact if )

If you are drama starter or only want drama !!

If you are going to harass me or my followers !!

If you are going to tell me how to run my account

If you are going to be judge-mental or are start up just a bad vibe

Dont interact if you are here to expose others and tell me to unfollow others I’m not into the cancel culture I will block you !!

This is my safe place if you break a dni you will be blocked immediately !!

❤️‍🩹My Boundaries List ❤️‍🩹

•I do not want to be around people who can’t understand trauma or experiences or real life situations coming up !! or people invalidate any forms of trauma

•I Do not want to be around others who aren’t geniune and are very judgmental and can’t be there for others

•I do not want to be around people who use people for there own convenience or there own benefits (Like using me to make friends , or try to make or form romantic partners off my friends or people I introduce them to and create unnecessary drama

•I Do not want to be anyone’s personal therapist to come to constantly its okay a couple of times because that is what a friend is but do not make it habit. Because If you do not listen to my advice the first time then I am not going to guide into sadness and despair and watch you hurt over and over sorry that isn’t me but I am always down to give a ear.

•I do not want to be around someone who can’t be there for me when I have had there back or in general I want people who can give the same effort back I give them

•I Do not want to be around people who create unnecessary drama or air out my problems what I tell you is private and only should stay between me and you and no where else

•I Do not want to be around people who aren’t patient

•I Do not want to be around others who cant take accountability and shows clear signs of being a narcissist this is one trigger for me I am not comfortable being around narcissist traits or around narcissism

•I Do not want to be around people who debate my trigger list or my boundaries

•I do not want to be around people who use disorders to excuse themselfs from taking accountability

•I Do not want to be around others who force me to open up to them like my age , location , or my relationship and decline trying to hit on me or try to get in the mix of my relationship , Or force me to feel empathy or who are majorly controlling

•I Do not want to be around people who are forceful of there views

Trigger List (Crossing any my boundaries of my triggers you will be blocked

!ED !any forms of bullying !Loud voices

!Loud noises

!SA !drama and conflict matters !Drama Starting aka witch hunting

!SH !MC ! ! Invalidating/victim blaming trauma <3 what I mean by crossing being insensitive about the topics or forcing me to listen to them

I am against any forms of discrimination

•Homophobia

•Racism

•Sexism

(If you invade/cross any of these you will be blocked )

❤️‍🩹My dms rules ❤️‍🩹

Do not come in my dms to create drama or be insensitive

Do not come in my dms to be a creep

Do not come in my dms and trauma dump without asking me

Do not invalidate my boundaries or come to my page to make me change them to benefit you if you do not like them do not interact with me <3

(Doing any of these you will be blocked )

❤️‍🩹Important information ❤️‍🩹

•I do process information differently so I ask for you please be patient and I can’t understand emotions so I can seem insensitive to emotions or topics

⚠️I do experience Black outs , Out of body experiences and lash outs and Lost of memory or time , put .. 3 dots if i am uncomfortable or getting triggered So please understand If you trigger me the out come will be a phantom sezuire or I will spiral I cannot be around narcissism or Invadation or drama or conflcit or shouting !! Cant contorl my emotions or my mouth if i am triggered and if i get too triggered my memory will delete the event please understand!!⚠️

A lil about me 🧡

•Outgoing & Upfront

•Open Minded Love Spiritually Conversations, Love the paranormal

•She/They

•Taken For 4years

Please read ⚠️ Symbol !!

• Insomniac and depression and anxiety and I have a Mood disorder

I am also a gamer I game to escape reality

Games I enjoy Fortnite , Apex , Stardew Valley, Overwatch 2

•Anime List

Black bulter , SAO , Etc

I enjoy binging movies , tv shows and I love horror and ramen and spice my favorite got to snack is cheese dip jalapeño cheddar, hot Cheetos, ramen bulak chicken or anything really

#fyp #gaming #fanfiction #aesthetic #art #movies #discord server #nice to meet you #introduction

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