#the sad girl chronicles continue

[lilacura]

Pages of sorrow | Kim Chaewon

pairing: Kim Chaewon x Reader

>wc: 1.4k

summary: Chaewon discovers Y/N's hidden feelings through a secret diary, realizing the depth of unspoken love only after Y/N's passing. The poignant tale unfolds with regret, heartache, and the profound impact of a love never shared.

Chaewon sat on her bed, crying softly as she held the worn leather diary in her hands. It had been a week since the funeral, a week since she lost her dear friend Y/N. While going through Y/N's things, this diary had fallen out from between the pages of an old book. Hesitantly, she opened the cover, hoping to find some answers as to why Y/N had seemed so sad in her last days. 

The first entry was from years ago, recounting a chance meeting between the two girls in their freshman year of high school. Chaewon remembered it well - she had been sitting alone at lunch when Y/N shyly asked if the seat across from her was taken. They quickly bonded over their love for music and dreams of becoming idols one day. As Chaewon read Y/N's description of falling in love with her smile and energetic personality, she felt her heart twist in her chest. If only she had known back then how Y/N felt.

Flipping through the pages, Chaewon was transported back through their high school years. She saw their friendship grow closer through Y/N's loving words, but also noticed the pain and heartache between the lines as Y/N lamented keeping her true feelings secret, convinced Chaewon only saw her as a friend. An entry from their graduation dance made Chaewon break down into sobs. Y/N had mustered the courage to ask Chaewon to dance, but the other girl had been distracted, oblivious to Y/N's intentions as she danced with several guy friends instead. 

College brought more hardship. Chaewon remembered Y/N growing distant their first year, busying herself with study groups and clubs in an attempt to move on. But the diary told a different story - of sleepless nights crying into her pillow, missing Chaewon's presence terribly in their shared dorm room. An especially painful entry was scrawled the night of Chaewon's first real date, the words smudged with tears. 

As Chaewon continued to read, she came across happier times when their friendship had repaired itself. Movie marathons, late night walks around campus, studying together in the library - memories she now saw through Y/N's loving gaze. Small, intimate moments Chaewon had been oblivious to at the time but now realized held deep meaning for the secret lover who watched her from the sidelines, content to just be by her side however she could. 

The final entry was dated only a week before Y/N's passing. She wrote of coming to terms with keeping her love private, finding peace in Chaewon's friendship even if it was all she could have. But one line stood out amongst the rest - "I think a part of me will always be in love with Chaewon, even when I'm gone." 

A few more entries chronicled Y/N growing distant in their final year of college, right around the time Chaewon began dating her girlfriend at the time. 

As Chaewon read Y/N's descriptions of seeing them together on campus, holding hands and sharing sweet kisses, her heart tightened. She had been so wrapped up in her new relationship that she never thought to tell Y/N, her supposed best friend, about any of it. 

Y/N wrote of feeling betrayed, like their friendship meant nothing anymore with this secret kept. Each passing day spent watching Chaewon from afar with someone else chipped away a little more at her soul. 

In bitter lines coated with tears, Y/N questioned why Chaewon never felt she could confide in her, why their bond didn't seem to matter when a new romance entered the picture. She withdrew into herself again, isolating in her dorm with only her diary as company, consumed by jealousy and the feeling of being replaced.

The entry ended with Y/N vowing to distance herself for good, to stop tormenting herself with a friendship that was no longer equal. Chaewon realized with horror that by keeping her relationship private, it was the final straw that sent Y/N spiraling into the depths of despair. Her oblivious actions had inadvertently pushed the girl she now knew she loved away during the darkest time. It was a mistake Chaewon would never forgive herself for.

As Chaewon turned to the second to last entry, her breath caught in her throat. Y/N wrote of feeling overwhelmed by her secret pain, the loneliness and heartache growing too much to bear after years of keeping it locked away. 

With a sob, Chaewon read the line "I can't continue living like this, always wishing for something I'll never have. I hope that in death, I'll finally find the peace I've never known." 

It was then that the reality hit Chaewon like a punch to the gut. Y/N's "passing", which she'd been told was due to illness, suddenly made sense in the brutal truth it concealed. Her friend had been suffering silently all this time, truly believing Chaewon would never love her back, and in a moment of despair had chosen to end her suffering the only way she saw possible.

The final lines echoed in Chaewon's mind, a last will and testament of Y/N's enduring affection: "I hope even after I'm gone, Chaewon will still continue to remember me, our friendship, and the love I could never confess. Please don't cry for me - I'll be watching over you, and loving you, from wherever I am." 

All this time Y/N had kept her pain locked inside, refusing to burden Chaewon with her unrequited feelings even as they consumed her. And now it was too late for Chaewon to tell Y/N she felt the same, that together maybe they could have found the will to live another day.

Chaewon snapped the diary shut, shaking with emotion. All this time, Y/N had loved her so fully yet thought her feelings were unrequited. And Chaewon realized with crushing guilt that she had felt the same, had she only known to look past her assumptions. Now it was too late to tell Y/N she loved her too, and that thought would haunt Chaewon for the rest of her days. Clutching the diary to her chest, she wept for the love they never had the courage to share.

A month had passed since Chaewon read Y/N's final words in her diary. For weeks she remained shut in her room, overcome with grief and guilt for what she realized too late. 

Today, she knew she could put it off no longer. Clasped in her shaking hands were a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, lilies - delicate and beautiful, just like she was. 

Stepping up to the simple grave marker, Chaewon sank to her knees. Tracing her fingers over Y/N's name etched in the stone, the tears came fast and heavy once more. 

"I'm so sorry it took me this long," Chaewon choked out amongst her sobs. "I thought if I didn't come, maybe it wouldn't be real. But you're gone and it's all my fault."

With great care, she arranged the lilies atop the fresh dirt. As the petals swayed in the breeze, Chaewon was again transported to memories of Y/N's smile, her laugh, her kindness. The girl who loved her without condition, even unto death. 

"We were too close to the stars, my love. I was blind not to see what was right in front of me." Chaewon clutched at her chest, heart aching. "I hope that wherever you are, you'll forgive me. And know that I love you, Y/N - I always have, and always will, for the rest of my days." 

Bowing her head, Chaewon let the tears flow freely as she paid tribute to the love they never had but only now, too late, did she understand.

#le sserafim #kim chaewon #chaewon x reader #gg x reader #girl group #iz*one #izone x reader #izone #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon x reader

[the-coffee-fandom]

✨ Nimona Fic Recs ✨

A good handful of Nimona fics I really enjoyed (I especially suggest the bottom three)

As The Rain Continued To Fall (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrousois

It was the middle of the night, and it was dark, and he was Awake.

A night, after the end of the Movie. Ballister, alone with his thoughts.

Ashes Of The Hearth (Incomplete)

Rated T - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona knows her power. Knows her limits.

Well, most of them.

Sidewalk Reinventions (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

Nimona, the Best and Most Renowned Shapeshifter in the World, or: a chronicle of the shapes Nimona takes through the years.

Happiness Found In You (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

Here’s some fluff for that sad little man with the baby girl eyes

Following the ending of the movie!!

Not A People (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

Nimona always has a habit of getting injured during fights but nobody has ever worried about her, that is, until Ballister Boldheart came around.

(I’m) The Monster Under Your Bed (Complete)

Not Rated (G rating content) - Angst With Happy Ending

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Be it simple curiosity, or something deeper, one day Ballister asks Nimona a question

He's not ready for the answer.

Late At Night (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona is still getting used to Ambrosius, it helps that Ballister loves him very much.

Twenty Seven Thousand Years Of This (Seven More To Go) (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Mentions of: Panic attacks and PTSD

Ballister & Nimona

“Shhh, stop. Stop, it’s okay,” The voice soothes, now, hands hovering above her head, already formed into the shape of her hair, but doesn’t dare to touch her. “Nimona—listen to me. You’re home. You’re alright.”

Home. Noun. Four letters. Two syllables. But what the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s been a deer and a fish and a shark and a dragon and somehow in the end, despite all of that, nobody at all? What the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s seen the moons change its shape too many times over and brought fire to every valley where her baby feet steps?

or: violent nightmares aren't new to nimona. what's new is the pair of arms that holds her regardless, and a place that normal people call home.

Enough Courage To Trust (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona and Ambrosius don't really like each other, let alone trust each other. One of those days, they finally get a chance to bond - through kicking ass and having pizza.

Me And The Devil, Walking Side By Side (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt No Comfort

Gloreth & Nimona

On her seventeenth birthday, Gloreth sets out into the forest to finish what she started.

Or, one possibility for how the knights came to be.

Kiss It And Make It Better (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

After Ballister removes the arrow from Nimona's leg, she decides she kinda enjoys the attention.

Stick Figure Stones (Complete)

Rated G - Hurt/Comfort

Ballister & Nimona

The first time Ballister came across the well, he was drowning.

Or; I thought "what if Bal found the well" and wrote this in like an hour and a half :>

A Glimpse Of What I Call Home (Complete)

Rated G - Fluff

Ballister & Nimona

Ballister realizes his dream of having a family has already been granted, after a minor slip up from Nimona during casual conversation.

Eight Months Later (Incomplete)

Rated T - Hurt/Comfort (but highlight the hurt)

Mentions of: Su*c*de, Panic Attacks, and PTSD

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona

Nimona’s alive. Ballister wants her to know how much people love her. He takes her to her memorial.

It doesn’t go great.

My Glory Is Yours (Complete)

Rated T - Angst With A Happy Ending

Ballister x Ambrosius & Nimona x Gloreth

Eight years after the fateful incident with Nimona, Gloreth makes a wish to fix things by the old well where they met. To her surprise, she finds herself 1000 years in the future.

#nimona movie #nimona #nimona fanfic #nimona netflix #Nimona is my obsession now #fanfic #fanfic rec #I made a list for peoples #because I love these fics so they should read them too #fanfiction #I’ll make another one later because trust me I have more

[streets-in-paradise]

Tinuviel - Eddie Munson x (Fem)Henderson!Reader

Word Count 1.4 K

Warnings: Tolkien References, specially regarding The Silmarillion. 

Summary: Your Tolkien nerd discussion with Eddie leads him to discover a new weakness of yours and he can’t stop testing it. 

Notes: If you have been arround my blog for a while you will notice that this is self indulgent, but I am doing it anyways. 

Glossary (simplified): Ainulindale and Valaquenta: the first and second books of The Silmarillion

 Silmarils: The most precious jewels that ever existed in Tolkien lore. Created by Feanor, one of the princes of the Noldor elves. Morgoth ( who Sauron used to serve before being a powerfull evil lord himself) stole them and that unleashed the war that is central for the argument on most of The Silmarillion. 

 Mellon: elvish word for friend. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​ @dark-angel-is-back​​

It wouldn't be the first time you would end up confessing an embarrassing secret to Eddie. He was the keeper of some of your greatest sins in and out of your nerd experience. Details about yourself that no one else in Hellfire would get to know were easier to tell when you were all alone with him.  

He was always more curious that judgemental, even when things wouldn't make sense to him at first hearing. 

" Let me understand this: you have read The Iliad as a kid, but you got lost in your first reading of The Silmarillion ?" 

He didn't mean to offend you, but you felt ashamed. 

" Are you disappointed? Am I going to lose my fantasy nerd club membership card?" 

Just the mention of that was plausible to him. 

" Of course not... How would I ever let you go?" Was his teasing reply. " Homer is only one of Tolkien's sources, but the Catalogue of Ships is a nightmare! The Silmarillion has richer catalogues with interesting descriptions of the people, their land, bits of their culture and their leaders. The second book of The Iliad is just a bunch of names and numbers being thrown at you. I would take ' Of Beleriand and its Kingdoms' over Book 2 anytime." 

" That's exactly the point, it's way more complex!" You defended yourself. " The Silmarillion has the history, cosmogony, religion and philosophy of a completely fictional world all in one while being a chronicle of the entire First and Second ages. The Iliad doesn't even cover the full ten years of war and you can support your reading with history books on mycenaean greece. My first reading of The Silmarillion was four years ago and I had to come back later for a deeper understanding... I guess I am not that smart." 

The worshiping instincts that his secret crush on you had created kicked in, triggered by your ramble followed by self bashing. He could have continued the normal flow of the conversation, but chose not to because he would never help himself when it came to you. 

" You are brilliant, the most brilliant girl I know. I love to hear you talk, you could read to me the Catalogue of Ships and I wouldn't get bored." 

You giggled and to him that was mission accomplished. 

" Well, i bet The Silmarillion is even more epic and beautiful in your voice..." 

"... What is saying a lot, my lady. " He sweetly added, thanking your compliment humbly. " I accept it only because I like flattery and it has an extra taste when it comes from you. Anything sounds sweeter; every praise more magnificent and every victory greater when it is told from your lips, Tinuviel. " 

Eddie had you used to all sorts of lovely compliments, but nothing he had said before affected you in the same way. He was surprised at how helplessly weak for it you seemed to be, wondering what hitted you so deep to end up like that. 

Only after you stopped hiding your face with your hands and your eyes were back on him he got a glimpse of explanation.

" Don't use that name in vain, it's too powerful. " 

The lovely nickname that the mortal heroe Beren gave to elven princess Luthien, the most beautiful of all tales. Their sad love story was the most legendary, serving as inspiration for Aragorn and Arwen in the Lord of the Rings books. 

How could you have done anything but melting with love? 

" It fits you perfectly. " He insisted, refusing to let it go because he knew you loved it. " To the rest of the world you may be a simple mortal lass, human for most. Populars may have confused you for a hobbit because of the taste and skill for hiding you kept for years, but they were all deceived. You are Tinuviel, more precious to me than the Silmarils of Feanor. " 

It was the most beautiful thing he had said of you, so romantic that you almost thought you were just dreaming it. 

" Eddie, don't play with me." You complained, a real clamor from your heart that you tried to hush afterwards. " I wouldn't have been an elven lady, not even in the Third Age. Besides, Dustin has already helped me pick a Tolkien character as kids: I have always been the White Lady of Rohan. " 

" Can't you be both? Just for me? " He sweetly asked, totally convincing you with his puppy eyes. " It can stay between us." 

" It MUST stay between us. " You corrected, just the idea of being called like that in public was getting you even more flustered. " I don't want the guys to make fun of us because you are the only one who can possibly think of using that word on me. It's a sacred nickname: something you say to a top level beautifull girl or someone you love. They will think it is a joke and I wouldn't blame them. " 

Despite being aware you would understand his sayings, Eddie was just realizing he practically dropped a love confession clothed in Tolkien metaphors. Perhaps it happened because most people wouldn't have catched the full meaning with such precision and he previously thought you were going to associate it only with praise on beauty. 

" You are the prettiest girl who speaks to them on a regular basis. Trust me, mellon. If I wouldn't be a firm leader our table at the cafeteria would have become the trojan war."

You chuckled with amused skepticism and he cursed himself for not admitting that both of your assumptions were right. 

“ Helen of Troy? That is way too much, Munson. What is wrong with you? Are you practicing pick up lines to tell Chrissy Cunningham in literature class? Remember you will need someone to distract the king in order to steal the queen.” 

Eddie didn't act called out in the slightest, but he did return the callout. 

" If someone here shall be Paris, it has to be Harrington. That pretty boy who says he is your friend seems to love stealing you from us." 

" ... and you love to confuse him with things you know he doesn't understand. Don't add this one to the list, alright?" 

 If he had to be honest, he would admit he was dying for doing the exact opposite and force him to watch your adorable reaction. 

However, he was then too focused in practicing his new trick. 

" If you ban the nickname in his presence I still have the elvish name. I can call you Luthien, although I prefer Tinuviel because I feel it hits differently, don't you think?" 

Your face was speaking for you, his teasing was just self reaffirmation. 

" It has more love, makes me feel loved somehow. " You forced an answer out of yourself. " I'm sure that hearing you read the book must be incredible because when you say that it sounds so good ... Would you read it to me someday? Even If it is just a few pages of Ainulindale or Valaquenta, I would love that. " 

Seeking to actively romance you in the finest way he had, he accepted your request and made it bigger. 

" Tell you what? That sounds fantastic, but we can still make it better. What if we cuddle in bed and I read you some of 'Of Beren and Luthien' ? " 

The surprise in your eyes was priceless, happiness filling you despite how unsure you were about your chances of survival to such a tender moment. 

" That would be so wonderful! Would you really do that for me, Eds?" 

It was his moment to make it even sweeter and he wasn't going to waste it. 

" Anything for you, my Tinuviel. "

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #joseph quinn

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wrathfulrook. Thank you so much!

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @strangefable @purplehairsecretlair @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @vampireninjabunnies-blog @voidika @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @g0dspeeed @snake-in-the-garden @gaeadene @neverthesameneveranother and @alwayssunnyinedensgate

Anyone else who wasn't tagged is more than welcome to join.

This is my first time participating in a tag game, so I hope I've done this right.

I have many WIPs of Far Cry 5 that I have been working on for the past year, all just mini or alternate stories. However, since it's WIP Wednesday, I thought, "May as well give a snippet of the main story you know?" It's nowhere close to ready, and there are still some things I'm working on, and not all of this is guaranteed to be in the final product, and in fact might get revised, but I think it will be nice to share a bit of my progress thus far.

So without further a-do, below is a snippet of chapter one of my main Far Cry The Silver Chronicles story, currently under the name Silva's Hope (though this name may or may not change in the future):

“I heard you’re not from Montana,” Nancy spoke again, her prying curiosity breaking through. It was as obvious as a voice crack, and the older woman’s unspoken questions were even clearer to the recently hired younger woman.

It was a behaviour she had noted a lot of folks in Fall’s End were doing ever since she had reappeared back into public view. It had been something she contemplated would happen.

Silva crossed her arms as she leaned against the red bricks of the Sheriff’s Department building, exhaling the intake of cold afternoon air.

“Who’d you hear that from?” Silva asked, grey eyes focused on the fading orange and blue of the afternoon sky. Hoping to catch an early star.

The clouds didn’t make it any easier.

“Overheard from a lot of folks, including Earl himself after he first met you,” Nancy answered, giving a weak chuckle as she adds, “I never try to eavesdrop, but the tea people spill openly is just too dang entertaining to ignore. Excuse my choice of words.”

Silva snorted in amusement, shaking her head. A smile almost tugged up, but she kept it grounded.

“They would be right though,” Silva told the older woman, “I’m not from Montana. Or America even. Immigrated here nearly a decade ago. It was a real shitshow, getting citizenship and all. But I’d say it was worth it.”

“You came over from Spain, right?” Nancy queried, her gaze genuine and endlessly curious. Silva found it rather easy to talk to the older woman, even if it was about the superficial information she’s grown accustomed with telling people over the years.

“It’s what I keep telling people.” And they continue to eat it up without question.

“But it wasn’t just you, though,” Nancy pointed out, tapping her index against her chin, and recalled, “I remember the talk of two girls that came here from overseas. It was all the folk around here could chatter about for a while. You and your sister, Elsa, wasn’t it?”

Silva’s breath soundlessly hitched to a stop at her younger hermana’s name. She hesitated in a reply, swallowing down the unexpected wave of sadness that clawed at her mind.

No, not here, she reminded herself, remembering who she was next to. Silva had initially thought she was over the loss, but it seemed the grief was still there. Subtle, but apparent.

Silva didn’t give it anymore concentration than she already had to. Not with eyes on her. And just to make sure, she didn’t dare correct Nancy on how there were three of them that came to this county.

“…Si, that was her name,” she replied steadily. A practiced skill. A required one she learnt. One she couldn’t live without lest the wolves smelled weakness.

“She was quite a smart girl, that one. With a smart mouth as well. Always kept Earl on his toes,” Nancy reminded, and Silva couldn’t help but let a stifled and weak snicker out.

Silva did remember those aspects about her hermana, and it tugged a sore spot on her heart.

Nancy continued, “But she was really beloved around here. Quite the socialite. Never far from gossip or the festivals. Always easy to talk to. Uh, no offence to your reserved character that is.”

“None taken,” Silva assured, for it was true. Elsa was the easiest to talk to out of the two, a mutually agreed plan when they first entered Hope County. Both understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses and worked together to take those traits into consideration.

“Mayor Minkler adored her, you know? Really helpful in organising events with him, which I’m sure he appreciated,” Nancy smiled at Silva, the warmth of the older woman comforting. Though something shifted, as Nancy took on a solemn expression, “My condolences for you loss. It must have been very hard, as her older sister.”

Silva stalled a reply, shoving away the resonating sadness down once more as she softly replied, “Gracias.”

“It’s an absence still felt throughout Fall’s End. Many people miss her, as I’m undoubtedly sure you do as well. It was a real shocker to folks when her floristry had been bought off.”

Silva didn’t look at Nancy. Especially not when the dispatcher’s eyes glanced to the dark-haired woman leaning against red bricks, about to ask a question Silva was all too familiar with by now.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you sell it?”

Silva glanced towards a familiar white sign down the road nearby. Despite how far the sun was already setting in the horizon, there was still enough light to make out the contents on the sign. Her grey eyes glared at the unique design of a cross, and the words etched beside it, ‘Return to the Garden’.

Not on my fucking life, she wanted to spit out. But more daringly, she wanted to trot over the sign, take it down, take it to Kamski’s Clinic, and dissolve it in acid.

Aware that Nancy was still next to her, patiently awaiting an answer, Silva simply replied, “I didn’t.”

#far cry 5 #far cry the silver chronicles #wip: silva's hope #oc: silva omar #deputy!silva #nancy #fucking nancy #and since they were both mentioned I may as well count them #earl whitehorse #oc: elsa omar #tag game #hope this was alright #did my best to research how citizenship in america works but i'll do more extensive research later when i have time

[kdramacrybaby]

My favorite actresses

In no particular order

Kim Se-jeong

What I've watched: Busted, A Business Proposal, The Uncanny Counter

What I want to watch: School 2017, Today's Webtoon

Okay, so though I said it was in no particular order, Se-jeong is definitely my top pick. I just love her, both on- and off-screen. She can nail both a bubbly rom-com protagonist and a hard-core, ass-kicking action star. And off-screen, she's just so happy and excited about everything in variety shows. I'm definitely hoping for a lot more dramas to come from her in the future.

Han Hyo-joo

What I've watched: The Pirates; The Last Royal Treasure, W, Happiness

What I want to watch: Treadstone, Masquerade, Moving

This woman is just so goddamn cool in every role I've seen her in, as well as from what I can tell of her other roles. I'm not really sure what else to say tbh. She's amazing, end of sentence. I cannot wait to see her other projects as well, I'm sure they're fantastic.

Jang Na-ra

What I've watched: The Last Empress, Sell Your Haunted House

What I want to watch: V.I.P., Family; The Unbreakable Bond

The Last Empress was one of the first dramas I watched where I was like; "oh so that's what a kdrama can be" - and her role as Oh Sunny is still one of my favorite characters ever, even years later. Just for that alone, she gets a spot on this list. SYHH was fantastic as well, only adding to my point here.

Kim Ji-won

What I've watched: Arthdal Chronicles, Descendants of the Sun, The Heirs, Fight For My Way

What I want to watch: Queen of Tears

This is a case where she somehow just ended up in dramas I had planned to watch, without knowing she was in them. And in every one, she just stole the show. I don't know what it is about her, but she just stands out in the best ways. I was so sad when I found out she wouldn't continue as Tanya in Arthdal, as I just think she was perfect in that role.

Park Bo-young

What I've watched: Strong Girl Bong-soon, Doom At Your Service

What I want to watch: Abyss, Concrete Utopia

She was so heart-shatteringly amazing in Doom At Your Service that I just had to put her on this list. Though the others actors were fantastic as well, she just carried this entire drama on her back. And Bong-soon is just an iconic character all around. It took me a while to realize they were played by the same actress, she's that good.

#drama ranking #kim se-jeong #han hyo-joo #jang na-ra #kim ji-won #park bo-young #i want to do a 'fave female character' post as well someday #and while making this list i realized that it would just be all the same names mentioned 😂 #oh well #gonna make it eventually anyway

[arda-ancalima]

Summary: Sholmes hasn’t awoken, Gina is charged with murder, and Susato is leaving for Japan tomorrow. By evening it all becomes too much for Iris—and Susato is struggling as well.

Set during 1-5, the night between the investigation and Gina’s trial.

For Greatest Family Week 2023, July 29th: Comfort @greatestfamilyweek

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Susato finished her notes on the McGilded case, working in the sitting room to have a little more time with Iris before bed. The young girl had kept up with her and Ryunosuke all day, and if Susato was completely spent, she could only imagine what it was like for someone smaller. Susato wasn’t surprised when at the end of the day, the sadness Iris held back surfaced in tears.

Ryunosuke glanced up from his note taking on the sofa in alarm. “Iris?”

“Come here,” Susato beckoned, taking the other side of the sofa and squeezing Iris between the two of them. Instantly she threw herself into Susato’s arms.

“What is troubling you?”

“I’m just—” Iris’s voice was muffled. “I’m so worried about Hurley. I know he’ll be just fine, but—what if he doesn’t wake up? What if the medicine goes wrong and he…”

Ryunosuke put a gentle hand on her shoulder, the earnest look in his eyes and depth of his care touching Susato’s heart. “He will be all right. You heard what Inspector Gregson said; he may just be tired, or the medicine is working its way out of his system. Mr. Sholmes is just doing things his way, as usual.”

“I know.” She wiped her face, unable to stop more tears from falling. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s all right,” Susato soothed. “You must be exhausted. Things always seem bigger when you’re tired.”

“I wish none of this had happened,” Iris said. “I wish Hurley hadn’t been shot. If only I didn’t tell Ginny about the manuscript, she wouldn’t have gone to Mr. Windibank’s, and then Hurley wouldn’t have—”

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#tgaafamilyweek23 #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #susato mikotoba #iris wilson #ryunosuke naruhodo #ace attorney #mikotoba susato #naruhodou ryuunosuke #iris watson #tgaa spoilers #dgs spoilers #arda writes #fanfiction #* #I did end up writing something for today! #may be a little rough #will probably have to run through it another time with fresh eyes but it's done for now!

[emilysbrazilianlitblog]

Non-fictions books from Brazil

1-The life that no one sees by Eliane Brum

A reporter in search of events that don't make the news and people who aren't celebrities. A chronicler searching for the extraordinary contained in each anonymous life. A writer who delves into everyday life to prove that there are no ordinary lives. The beggar who never asked for anything. The airport baggage handler who never flew. The monkey who, after escaping from his cage, went to the bar to drink a beer. The thrown-in-the-trash photo album that begins with a family girl and ends with a chorus girl. The man who ate glass but was only hurt by invisibility.(goodreads.com)

2- Bruno: Conversations with a Brazilian Drug Dealer by Robert Gay

In the 1980s a poor farmer's son from Recife, Brazil, joined the Brazilian navy and began selling cocaine. After his arrest in Rio de Janeiro he spent the next eight years in prison, where he joined the Comando Vermelho criminal faction and eventually became one of its leaders. Robert Gay tells this young man's dramatic and captivating story in Bruno . In his shockingly candid interviews with Gay, Bruno provides many insights into the criminal world in which he details of day-to-day prison life; the inner workings of the Brazilian drug trade; the structure of criminal factions; and the complexities of the relationships and links between the prisons, drug trade, gangs, police, and favelas. And most stunningly, Bruno's story suggests that Brazilian mismanagement of the prison system directly led to the Comando Vermelho and other criminal factions' expansion into Rio's favelas, where their turf wars and battles with police have terrorized the city for over two decades. (goodreads.com)

3- Bossa Nova by Ruy Castro

Bossa nova is one of the most popular musical genres in the world. Songs such as "The Girl from Ipanema" (the fifth most frequently played song in the world), "The Waters of March" and "Desafinado" are known around the world. Bossa Nova, a number-one bestseller when originally published in Brazil as Chega de saudade, is a definitive history of this seductive music. Based on extensive interviews with Antonio Carlos Jobim, Joao Gilberto, and all the major musicians and their friends, Bossa Nova explains how a handful of Rio de Janeiro teenagers changed the face of popular culture around the world. Now, in this outstanding translation, the full flavor of Ruy Castro wisecracking, chatty Portuguese comes through in a feast of detail. Along the way he introduces a cast of unforgettable characters who turned Gilberto's singular vision into the sound of a generation. (goodreads.com)

4-Dump room by Carolina Maria de Jesus

The diary of paper collector Carolina Maria de Jesus gave rise to this book, which recounts the sad and cruel daily life of life in the favela. The simple but blunt language moves the reader with its realism and sensitive look when telling what she saw, lived and felt during the years she lived in the community of Canindé, in São Paulo, with three children. (goodreads.com)

5- We aim for love and hit loneliness by Ana Suy

Love, loneliness and psychoanalysis for today.

We can read that love contains loneliness within it, because at the heart of love there is always loneliness, and that's why those who can't stand loneliness also can't stand love." Written from dialogues, We aim at love and get it right in solitude, emerged from experiences lived by the author in classrooms, in analysis sessions (as an analysand or analyst), with friends, in readings of theoretical research. In this book, psychoanalyst and professor Ana Suy wants, above all, to continue this conversation with you, the reader, without the intention, however, of being a manual or an academic treatise on the topic. (goodreads.com)

#english literature

[foxydivaxx]

Sanji: Chronicles of King Nasty Chapter 2

Now this is where things get sad. Trigger warning: mentions of sexual abuse and high sexual content

Atlanta was a completely different vibe compared to Brooklyn. For starters, the people there are a lot more energetic which caught me offguard when I started school. Speaking of school, my siblings and I had to change school multiple times because Dad kept on showing up and causing a scene all over the place. Sure, we dealt with bullies and whatnot but that was not much of a problem as Dad's continued presence was.

The next couple of years were peaceful for the most part which was a a good thing for all of us now that I think about it. Mother resumed work again and kept on pumping out music much to our collective delight. I had never seen that woman that happy in a long time and seeing her that happy was so relieving to me. Plus it was great to see her do what she loves best which was to sing.

It was during this time that our respective fashion sense began to develop. All of us, yes the boys included, would sneak off into Mum's room and raid her wardrobe and mess around in her clothes and makeup. Now you know where my flair for dramatics began. I literally tried on her heels once and tried to do a model strut in them and fell over and hurt myself. Mum was laughing so hard.

I have gotten loads of compliments for my performance style and dancing. I blame my mother for that one because that woman is one dramatic performer. Like have you seen that woman bring the house down on stage? Runs in the family I guess. Had to honour her legacy in my special way. Another thing we all inherited was cooking because Mum would cook scrumptious meals and we would all gather and ask her to teach us. My siblings and I are all amazing cooks so no worries about that part.

Another thing that runs in this household, at least with the boys, is perverted behavior. Anytime we see someone hot, heart eyes everyone, just like a certain pirate cook. Gets to the point that we all start fighting over who gets first dibs for the date. Those arguments get really heated and Mother loses her shit over our behavior and kicks our sorry asses. There was this time Ichiji and Niji fell in love with the same girl and were arguing over who she would fall in love with first. Unfortunately for both of them, the girl had eyes for another guy and ended up dating him.

Now in regards to my own perverted nature and sexual appetite in general, this is where things get really messy. One day as I was walking home from school, I ended up losing my way ike the little idiot I was back then. Then suddenly, a black SUV pulled up close to where I was and out came two hefty men who just grabbed me and dragged me into the car.

Father was in that car with the most evil smirk on his face. I struggled to break free but alas, what can an 11-year-old do? Puberty had not yet hit. Plus the old bastard was bigger and more muscular than I was at the time. I was wondering if the man wanted to punish me for my previous utterance back then when he shot Mother. I began to say a silent prayer in my mind to the Man up above to save me.

The old fart was staring at me with the most unreadable look on his face. I could not even speak at all. I just froze, fearing for my life. The next thing I knew, the man came closer and began to unzip my pants. That took me by surprise. I thought that maybe he was going to spank me or something so I tried so hard to break away. I remember the depraved look he gave me as he looked at me.

"Better than I expected," he says. He then inserts two fingers into my hole and begins to finger me. I screamed and tried to run but these men held onto me. That bastard then began to suck me off right there and the next thing I knew, he began to fuck me in that SUV alongside those two men and that torture lasted for hours. I was in tatters. Why would my father hurt me this bad?! After hours of torture at the hands of this bastard, he dumped me off on the streets of our home. There I was lying down helplessly, in tears, completely violated.

My siblings soon found me and my brothers were able to put two and two together about what happened and told Mum. How did my brothers know? They were also victims of similar abuse at the hands of this bastard. Mother was horrified and immediately filed a restraining order against Dad. I was put into therapy but it could only do so much as I never felt the same way since that day.

School was torture for me as I would try and chase girls, just like my character in One Piece, yet there I was also fantasizing about boys as well. The old bastard seriously fucked up my mind. It certainly did not help that a lot of guys in school suddenly started getting attracted to me. Like I would be walking down the hallway and they would all be staring at my ass, some even going as far as to grope my ass.

Why were they staring at me like that? I was not being sexy or anything, yet they gave me attention. I was a confused boy as the whole concept of sexuality was foreign to me. For years, I battled with my sexuality. I thought that I was going insane. But in reality, it almost felt like maybe this was who I was meant to be.

One particular day, I was in the bathroom and I noticed this Hispanic guy looking me up and down as I washed my hands. "Whatcha staring at?" I remember asking.

"You silly because you are the finest specimen I have ever seen," he replied. I laughed because that was the weirdest pickup line ever. He then came closer to me and began to rub my crotch. On a good day, I would have said no but deep down I wanted a release. Plus I enjoyed all that attention as well. To my then underdeveloped mind at the time, attention equaled love. So I let him give me a blowjob. That guy became my first lover. This was the beginning of my playboy lifestyle and I was only 13 by this point.

I began to engage in a variety of wild sexual behavior. I would invite a variety of guys in school to the bathroom stalls or somewhere outside and they would fuck me on the spot. A couple of girls threw themselves at me as well and boy was I a bad boy back then. This was the birth of one of my stage personas King Nasty. I was going out of control without realizing it and my brothers and Reiju noticed and tried to stop me.

I proved to be a little rebellious and ignored them. I was in my little world and became a hard-drinking party boy. I entered clubs at a young age at the time and engaged in all manners of reckless behaviour and also began to indulge in excessive drug use and started smoking by that time. I began to inhale a lot of cocaine at that point. I also worked briefly at a strip club for like 3 months. Plus I did a nude photoshoot at the time for money. That will come back to haunt me years later.

Around that same time, I signed a contract with Deevee Records and released my debut single Get Back which got zero attention and led to me getting kicked out of the label soon after. One of their producers Max discovered me at one of the clubs I was hanging at and offered me a record deal on the spot after hearing me sing.

I hated that song yet the label forced me to sing it. Cringey lyrics and even worse low budget video.

Ah and a special fun fact. I met a certain special someone during this time. Who am I referring to? None other than my beloved current husband, Zoro or Marimo as I love to affectionately call him.

Yes, Marimo and I actually go way back. You see, Zoro had started his musical career then as a member of Gear V whom I happened to be a huge fan of.

I met Zoro at the recording studio one day. I noticed the way he kept staring at me and I gotta say, the feeling was mutual. Marimo was so handsome, so fucking sexy. I have a weakness for bad boys, similar to my mother. The fact that I remained attracted to him years after shows how much I loved him. Yes, I have always been in love with him and he with me.

We both recorded songs together which I never got to release. Still, I managed to get my hands on the demos and re-recorded after Aogiri debuted and I launched my solo debut. We even shot a music video for one of those songs years later which happened to be my debut solo single. Yes that trash mess from the early days does not count as a proper debut in my book.

Zoro and I hit it off right away the moment we met and we even had a brief sexual encounter. We were friends with benefits at the time before becoming full-fledged lovers. More on that later.

During this time, I met a pretty lady named Charlotte Pudding. Yes, that infamous Pudding. I fell in love with her, thinking she was the cure to my problem. The truth is far more complex than that. You see, Charlotte knew the family I was from and intended to use that to her advantage. I did not notice as I was extremely high at that point in my life.

She took advantage of that and had sex with me at the strip club. Unbeknownst to me, she had someone secretly film our sexual encounter. What made me to finally break up with her was that that same night immediately after having sex with her and taking her virginity, she was also having sex with my then-so-called best friend Fred in my presence. I quit my job at the strip joint and broke off contact with her. She tried to beg me but I was not having it.

I got checked into rehab and came out sober for a while. I also lost my friend Reggie after he got gunned down by some thugs. It was during this time that an ad for a TV show named Popstars: The Rivals was advertised on TV. Mother encouraged me to audition. At first I was hesitant because of what had just happened but after some nagging from Reiju, I finally agreed and signed up for the show. Little did I know that my life was going to completely change from here on out.

#one piece #sanji #zosan #roronoa zoro #fanfiction #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke ichiji

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[Sound Horizon] ♞ Chronicle - The World You'll Be Born Into

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At the end of the everlasting night, the world will once again regain its shine. There is something we must pass down To you, who will be born tomorrow…

"Let's have a long talk tonight. About the world you'll be born into…"

History repeats itself. Don't ever forget that. History repeats itself. You can't ever forget that…

"Your eyes will reflect… All that is beautiful, and all that is ugly…"

We never gave up… And finally, we found it: Written in black ink on the black back cover The first and the last story…

"You will come to know… All that is loved, and all that is hated…."

The Black Chronicle unraveled. Thousands of stories paint history. For example…

The story of us, never to give up even after knowing the End…

The story of the poet expressing his true thoughts and feelings in the poems he composed…

The story of the warrior who risked his life for those he needed to protect…

The story of the boy who became king of the snow monsters after his mother gave her life…

The story of the girl with endless potential who longed for the blue sea…

The story of the hero who saved the world once more with his remaining left arm…

The story of the girl whose memories are sealed away in a doll that foretells the future…

…And The story of you, of all who listen to this song, embraced by the Mother Sea.

"You will live through… All the happy times, and all the sad times…."

Forgive all. Accept all. To the children of the new world, and you, who will be born tomorrow, We pass down this message:

"Eventually, the End will dawn upon your world as well. But even so… please don't give up… I love you…"

. . .

Memories pass down repeatedly through song. The story continues towards the next horizon…

~ Back Cover 『The World You'll Be Born Into』

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[dragoneyes618]

Here's another glimpse into the Badun Detective Agency.

Badun Detective Agency: Death Report.

Name of Detective: Yzla Sorcerer.

Age of Detective: 17 years old.

Date of Report: January 6th, 2017.

Name of the deceased: Lil' Yaz.

Age of the deceased: 19 years old.

File number: 0210.

Report: The Desceased (19, Male. Child of Yzma) appears to have died from an untreated and unexpected case of something called 'Apendictist'.

The Desceased reported feeling an unexplainable sharp pain in his chest two days before he passed-- On Today, January 6th, 2017.

The pain reliever his mother, Yzma gave him didn't appear to do anything to alivate the pain.

He was able to keep anything down and was running a fever, so his mother sent him to bed to rest.

His condition only continued to deteriorate until he was found without a pulse at 5 am by his mother.

His family wasn't able to revive him and none of the medics on the isle nor Yen Sid were able to either.

His employer and friends have been notified.

A death certificate is being issued and no foul play can be detected so he will be put to rest via pyre at the end of the week.

Yzla signing out.

[At the top of the report, a picture can be found paper clipped to the page. In the picture, 5 people can be seen.

Two identical men around 26 with short black hair and ocean blue eyes. Both Dressed in Chippers boy scout uniforms, grinning widely.

in front of them, there was a beaming boy around nineteen with tan skin, dark eyes, and short, curly purple hair that was partly hidden under a golden hat that matched the golden jacket and purple v-neck he was wearing.

One of his arms was draped over as scowling boy in black. his hair was short and black with a faint blue stripe, and the same dark eyes as the first. Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

and the other was draped over the last person in the picture. A girl with

thick black hair that was up in an uneven ponytail and dark soft eyes. She wore a magenta off shoulder shirt and had light, almost lavender skin. She was rolling her eyes to the side, but still smiling.

Written at the bottom of the photo were the names 'Lil' Yaz, Yzla, Zam, Zevon, and Zim. January 1st, 2017.']

Yzla chronicling the death of her own older brother.....that's so sad...

Now, this isn't an investigation. Yaz's death isn't a mystery. He wasn't murdered. She knows how he died: of illness. But she doesn't know exactly what illness.

This is the equivalent of an autopsy. But she's not going to cut open her own brother to look for the cause of his death. She doesn't know how to, she doesn't know what to look for. She's not a doctor. And they don't have proper doctors on the Isle. So all she can do is chronicle his symptoms and put the paper with all the other files.

And the photograph....it's not just an impersonal file, written by someone who's seen too much and is jaded, not just clerical paperwork. The writer is a human. The person who died is also a human. Real live people with a real live family who loved each other...until one died, leaving the other to write down what had happened. With the picture in the file, as a reminder to Yzla, a remembrance of her brother.

#disney descendants #descendants #yzla descendants #yzla daughter of yzma #yzla #yzma #lil yaz #yaz son of yzma #deleted character I think #the isle of the lost is a terrible place

[bellasbookclub]

How it all started: G and M's original "better books for Bella" DM conversation

[July 26th, 2022]

G: you know how Bella lists all her favorite books and authors in Midnight Sun? what books would you recommend Bella base her personality off of instead?

Like, what favorite books would you give Bella to make her more interesting or fit into the story better?

M: G my dear! Bella's booklist is very very classic lit you read in high school or universal children’s books. BUT in her defense she mentions a couple sci-fi authors.

full (700-word) conversation continues under the cut

I think she was sleeping on the pillars of YA lit. I have an affinity for Isobelle Carmody as an Aussie, I think Alyzon Whitestarr would be a VERY Bella book

I think her uninspired takes on Austen and Brontë are pretty on point for Bella. But frankly the ONLY Brontë I personally like is The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and that is NOT a Bella book at all. I think Wuthering and Eyre are on point for Bells, it's the red flags she loves

Honestly I think she would be way more into fantasy, I don't understand why she would embrace immortality and be so excited for it otherwise.

Like, maybe a little bit of my mans JRRT at least as a child. The Hobbit is GREAT for silly immortals. I could see her and Renee reading it. But like L J Covey in To All The Boys I think she should also be hugely into the Romance Genre.

I think P&P checks out as a Classique, and Jane Eyre and Wuthering, kind of set her up to be taken in by Edward's brand of Romance. But some funner ones like Alyzon (I wish) The Hobbit, hell, I'd love for some non-fiction too! Simone de Beauvoir has a truly moving recounting of watching her mother die

I think that would set up Bella's fear of growing old and dying (can't believe they never touched on the fact that Bella's paternal grandparents were so old and Charlie had to take care of them like???)

Also maybe SUPER controversial but I like to think she's a VC Andrews fan. Like Heaven definitely, maybe she wouldn't like what Neiderman has done since

G: M you psychic how did you know

this list is from yesterday

M: Shut uuuup this wavelength is strong and loud!!

G: I was mostly going through thinking of how I would de-genericize Bella’s list, because a big part of it truly reads like Stephenie Meyer just googled "classic books for girls" and ctrl+ved that

M: yeah but classic is classic for a reason. Also I thought Steph did an english course in college and was prolly using that

[Here they go on a tangent about Christian themes and racism in the Chronicles of Narnia and how as kids they both enjoyed the books despite rather than because of said stuff]

G: anyway you just know if Bella had based her entire identity on the du Maurier gothic instead of the Brontë gothic she would be so much sexier and more confident

M: She might have even had an iota of self-esteem!! du Maurier is for bad bitches

G: I think I'm gonna end up having to research Stephenie Meyer's Austen opinions…“Emma Woodhouse is so full of herself" is the biggest red flag like ok Bella we get it, you're ugly

M: Her opinion on Emma is so basic, like tell me you’re not like other girls without telling me you’re not like other girls. Her distaste of Emma reeks of jealousy. Maybe someone wanted to have confidence in herself. Too foreign for her to comprehend

G: EXACTLY

I'm gonna have to research whether that's just an in-universe Bella opinion or if Stephenie Meyer truly believes basic self-esteem is that much of a Sin, because Yikes. also, way to miss the entire very simple point of Emma

[August 1st, 2022]

G: M DID YOU KNOW I FOUND AN OLD STEPHENIE MEYER INTERVIEW WHERE SHE NEGS PERSUASION RIGHT ALONG WITH EMMA

sorry for the all caps I'm just mad. she says it's—get this—"too sad"

ma'am you wrote New Moon

M: THAT IS MY FAVE AUSTEN YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH PERSUASION ON MY WATCH

LIKE???? WHICH PROTAG ALSO HAS NO SELF ESTEEM ?? ANNE ELLIOT !!! She can't do this to me

"Persuasion is just so sad" .... haha ...

[Book-related conversation ends here]

Fun fact: let the record show that G and M also discussed their above defenses of Emma and Persuasion “live” on the podcast, but unfortunately the conversation had to be cut for time.

#bella's book club #book recs for bella

[humblefun]

1, 2, 3, 8, 9, 14

How many books did you read this year?

35 novel length books and 35 picture books.

2. Did you reread anything? What?

A picture book called Rescue and Jessica by Jessica Kensky and Patrick Downes and also a couple of Boxcar Children Mysteries. I usually reread the original 5 books in the PJO series every year so I might try to do that before the month is out.

3. What were your top five books of the year?

The Silence That Binds Us by Joanna Ho - It's a beautiful book about a young girl grieving her brother (tw for suicide) and her response to the racism her family faces. The writing is so good and the relationships really well thought out (well except for one of them, but it's a YA book). This is the first book in a long time to make me sob while reading it. 10/10 best book of the year.

The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi - This book is fun. So, so fun. You wanna have a good time with some Kaiju and sci-fi shenanagins, pick this up. Had I not picked up Silence That Binds Us a few months ago Kaiju would have been my number 1. I want 50 more of these. The writing is very clever.

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Translator: Michael R. Katz) - I thought Raskolnikov's downward spiral was so well represented on the page, the way his paranoia and guilt just ate and ate at him. It was so, so good. I loved his friend Razumikhin and his sister Dunya. I thought the characters were all very intriguing. It took me a long time to read this cause the text was dense, but I really enjoyed it.

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji (Translator: Ho-Ling Wong) - This was a mystery done right. Very reminiscent of And Then There Were None, and compared to Lucy Foley's The Guest List which had been advertised as a modern day And Then There Were None (it wasn't, it sucked), Decagon does a phenomenally better job. I honestly didn't see the culprit being who it was, and maybe I should have, but it was enjoyable all the same.

Jenny Mei Is Sad by Tracy Subisak - This is a beautiful picture book that really captures the complexities of sadness and packages it in a way that's digestable to children. I have a really strong adoration for children's literature that takes big things and, without losing the nuances of said big things, and presents them well. This was definitely one of those.

8. Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones?

I actually didn't set any reading goals for this year, because I wasn't sure how much reading I'd be able to get done, but I'm really happy with the reading I did do because I read some really great books this year.

9. Did you get into any new genres?

Sci-fi! Just two entries - Kaiju and The Lost World but I loved both of them! Technically it's a continuation of me getting into sci-fi from last year when I read Jurassic Park and 11/22/63 so I'm thinking I might keep trying things out in the genre. Most of these titles have, a some point or another, a group of strangers working together and learning to care for each other in the process and also aren't in completely different universes. They're still on earth or they still can come back to earth. Also, none of them are set super far into the future. So I guess I might enjoy something like The Martian by Andy Weir as opposed to a true sci-fi novel set in another world.

14. What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

PJO #1-5, Anne of Green Gables, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Little Women

#ask games #reading asks #this was really fun #thank you for asking!

[monarch-maelstrom]

⚠️Warning Swearing, blood, death, and traumatic events⚠️

Chapter 2

<<Previous / next>>

When Shadowmoth is defeated things take a twist for Ladybug and Chat noir. Ladybug goes to new worlds when she learns new things about her past. Dragging Chat noir along with her. And back on Earth the world is rewired to have one person rule it all, King Félix Fathom. And on top of all that a new villain rises, Signora Farfalla. With new worlds, rulers, villains and even feelings who knows what mysteries are in the stars.

=-+ Note’s +-=

This is an AU where the events of season 4 aand the ending of season 3 did not happen. Ladybug still has the miraculouses, Rena Rouge is still active and Felix was never given a miraculous. The only events that did happen are that Rena Rouge knows Ladybug is Marinette and Ivan, Sabrina, Marc and Nathanael were given miraculouses. Ladybug has also let all of the miraculous holders keep their miraculouses and Alix and Chloé have a miraculous. And more mysteries are yet to be solved.

This story is inspired by The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Mayer. If you like this story you’ll enjoy The Lunar Chronicles. It is an amazing series about a teenage cyborg girl and her journey defeating an evil queen. There’s 4 books: Cinder, Scarlet, Cress, and Winter. Each book is inspired by a different fairytale. Cinder - Cinderella, Scarlet - Little red riding hood, Cress - Rapunzel and Winter - Snow White. It is one of the best book series I’ve ever read and I recommend it so much.

Chapter 2- The pain siblings

Chat noir had called her a million times. Maybe more. But she wouldn’t answer. It was patrol time and he was especially on edge with the new Shadowmoth. He didn’t know what to do if they attacked. And he needed his lady to figure it out. He also just kind of wanted to see her.

He heard a thump and turned around. He found Rena rouge and Ladybug. Ladybug looked like she was about to pass out and Rena was trying to keep her awake and support her. “Um Ladybug you okay?” Chat asked maybe a little concerned for her sanity. Ladybug just grumbled and crossed her arms. Rena sighed.

“She’s been… a little… out of it lately. And she’s mad because I forced her to come to patrol today.” Rena said, annoyed.

“Um… if she doesn’t want to see me today it’s fine I can deal with patrol by myself.” Chat said shrugging then he looked away trying desperately to find a distraction. Ladybug looked like she realized something important and then instantly stood up. Her face turned red and started stumbling.

“I… no!… i… it’s… it’s not like I… I don’t want to. KISS! I mean see you! It’s… it’s just…” she looked away sadly. He could easily tell Rena was feeling awkward.

“Rena you can go if you want.” Ladybug said underneath her breath. Rena looked at Ladybug. She nodded and ran off. Ladybug stared at her looking like it was the death of her being alone with him. Chat deflated. Obviously she didn’t want to be near him.

“I’m sorry. Am I making you awkward? Or uncomfortable? I’m sorry I can go and you and Rena can do patrol or…”

“NO!” Ladybug scrunched her eyes closed. She looked mad.

“I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“Stop apologizing!” Ladybug looked him in the eyes. She now just looked sad. She started playing with her hair.“I’m sorry, Chat… I just… I don’t know why you still put up with me… I messed up…”

“Ladybug.”

“Everything and I feel so bad and I don’t deserve…”

“Ladybug!”

“To have the miraculous. I can’t defend anyone and I feel so bad…”

“LADYBUG!” Ladybug just continued rambling about how she was a horrible person. And she didn’t deserve to be Ladybug. And more bad stuff about herself. And Chat. Just. Couldn’t. Believe. It. He legitimately just screamed in her face and she’s still talking. Chat needed her to stop talking so she can explain why she’s acting like this. Then he had an idea. An idea that is really stupid and idiotic. And she’ll probably be really mad. But it was an idea.

Chat grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss.

…………………..

Chat was actually kissing her this time. Like legitimately KISSING her. Ladybug was caught by SO FUCKING MUCH SURPRISE. I mean do you just kiss someone out of the blue?! Ladybug was as still as a statue. It was probably a good idea to pull away. But she kind of didn’t want to. Chat was about to pull away when Ladybug grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an even deeper kiss. Chat made a somewhat surprised sound and laced his hands into her pigtails.

Ladybug legitimately felt like she was about to melt into a puddle of red mush. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. Man she really did not realize how much she wanted to kiss him. Ladybug’s legs started to collapse. But Chat put one of his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to support her.

There was a low rumbling. Ladybug froze. Chat was purring. He pulled away quickly, embarrassed. “I I’M SO SORRY. I MEAN SORRY FOR KISSING YOU. NOT PURRING. I MEAN IF YOUR MAD AT ME FOR PURRING. I’M SORRY FOR THAT TOO!”Ladybug just started laughing.

“I’m not upset. I’m definitely surprised. But definitely not upset.” Ladybug said, laughing even more. “And plus your purring was cute.” Chat stood there blushing so much. He looked really cute when he was embarrassed. “I’m just wondering why did you kiss me?”

“I you you were rambling too much about how your a a bad person. And you weren’t listening to me. And you were definitely not stopping anytime soon. So so I thought I could make you stop by kissing you… and I I guess it got a little bit out of control…” he laughed a small laugh. Then she looked at the ground still embarrassed.

…………………..

Chat stood there really embarrassed. He totally didn’t mean to start purring. “I’m sorry, Chat.” She said suddenly. She looked at the ground too. “I… Master Su-Han came to visit after I got back from the fight yesterday.” Chat looked at her. Er well the top of her head. “He’s… I think he’s mad. And disappointed in me…” she started crying a little. Chat started wiping the tears away. She looked up and started crying even more. “I’m sorry, Chat. I messed up. And I have a feeling master Su-Han might make me give up the Miracle box.”

Chat froze. “Wha…what?” She looked at him with sad eyes. Chat shook in anger. “I’m not gonna let him do that.”

“Chat, you can’t force him to not do that.”

“Well I’m gonna!”

“Chat…”

“This isn’t negotiable!” She frowned.

“And how are you gonna do that?”

“I… I’ll find a way.” They stood there in silence. “So… you told him everything?” Chat asked nervously. Ladybug started blushing.

“N…no not everything. I only told him who has the miraculouses and that I was stabbed. And no he was not concerned that I was stabbed.” Ladybug crossed her arms. She seemed a little salty about Master Su-Han not being concerned.

“Speaking of being stabbed, are you okay?”

“Oh yah. It’s just sore now. It’s a little weird that it healed so fast though.” Ladybug held her stomach like it was still bleeding.

“Yeah well that’s being a superhero for you.” Ladybug giggled.

…………………..

They sat there for a while. Nothing had happened yet. And it was unusually quiet. Except for the occasional pigeon and wind blowing. “Ok I think we both know it’s unusual for Paris to be this quiet.” Chat said, breaking the silence.

“Yah it’s disturbingly quiet. Maybe we should do a check around Paris to figure out what’s going on.” Ladybug said, looking around. Then she froze. Her gaze landed on the Eiffel Tower.

“Ladybug?” She pulled out her Yo-yo and used it to zoom in on the Eiffel Tower. “Ladybug?” Her face went pale.

“Look at this.” She said, handing him her yo-yo. He took it and couldn’t believe his eyes. Well actually it didn’t surprise him that much. On the Eiffel Tower, standing, was Lila. Surrounded by butterflies. She was making a speech but he couldn’t hear it. “We should get closer.” Chat noir nodded. She was right. But he still had a bad feeling about it.

They hid on a roof. Watching closely. The people who had gathered were cowering in fear. Ladybug was really quiet. She was nervous. She had messed up so badly that now the civilians were so scared. Little boys and girls crying. Parents protecting their children. Teenagers filming the scene on their phones. All of them. ALL of them were probably mad at her. Ladybug hid behind the roof even more. She started shaking. Lila hadn’t talked since they got there. Maybe she was waiting for something? Or someone? Was she waiting for them?

Lila had her dark hair in a bun. She had a big silver hair tie keeping it in place with purple ribbons. Her little bubble braids in the front were tied with purple ribbons. The ends of the bubble braids were dyed purple. She had black sclera and vibrant purple irises and pupils. She had a dark grey mask that stretched down to her cheeks. She had a suit jacket that was closed with short sleeves and a long tail. She had long dark grey fingerless gloves and biker shorts. And knee high boots. There was a pearl belt with a charm that looked like the butterfly miraculous. Speaking of the miraculouses she was only wearing one… where was the peacock miraculous?

“First time I’ve seen a villain in biker shorts.” Chat noir commented. Ladybug laughed quietly. Chat looked at her. “You okay?”

“Yah yah I’m fine.” She kept staring intensely at Lila. Chat looked away.

“So what are we gonna do first?”

“Let’s just wait for her to talk.”

“Citizens of Paris!” Lila had finally said something.

“About time.” Chat noir muttered under his breath. Ladybug pulled out her Yo-yo. Chat pushed her yo-yo back down. He could feel Ladybug’s gaze landing on him confused. “Let’s just wait.” Ladybug hid behind her wall again.

“I’m Signora Farfalla!” Lila said smiling.

“Signora Farfalla?” Ladybug asked, confused, she looked at Chat.

“It means Lady Butterfly in Italian.” Chat said.

“I see she’s finally going back to her actual roots.” Ladybug muttered.

“You’re Heroes have failed you. Their one job, to retrieve the Peacock and Butterfly miraculous. They failed. Miserably I would even go as far to say.” She chuckled. Ladybug grabbed the roof. Chat put his hand on top of hers. She relaxed a little but not much. “Your so-called “Heroes” barely even had the Peacock and Butterfly miraculouses in their clutches. Sure they succeeded at one thing. Killing an icon! Oh you didn’t know? They killed Gabriel Agreste!”

Ladybug grabbed the roof even harder. Chat squeezed her hand. “Lies lies LIES.” Ladybug angrily hissed. Chat slumped down. Yes technically they had killed Gabriel Agreste. But he was a villain. And they didn’t do it on purpose. Actually thinking about it he killed himself. He was the one who shoved Chat noir into the wall.

“Listen I know you trust your heroes but they won’t help you now. There’s a new butterfly miraculous holder in town! And I’ll make your lives unbearable. Oh and what will your heroes do? Well why don’t they tell us themselves.” Lila smiled like the devil and suddenly Chat noir was encompassed in butterflies. Ladybug only saw darkness. She only heard the flutter of wings. Ladybug’s hand was torn away from Chat noir’s. “Chat? Chat!? CHAT!?” Her eyes started watering. But she wiped the tears away. She tried shoving her hand through the butterflies. But it was like rock. She suddenly was pulled down to her knees. The butterflies covering her mouth. She started sobbing. Her knees stinged from crashing into whatever she collapsed onto. Suddenly her vision was cleared. She saw she was on top of the Eiffel Tower. Her hands and knees were being held down by butterflies.

She looked to her right and saw Chat. She tried calling for him. But it was all muffled. She started sobbing. He looked at her with sad eyes. Then he looked down at the people that had gathered. She wanted to hold his hand and curl up against him so badly. But she. couldn’t. move. She stared at him. Until Lila pulled her face toward her. Ladybug was staring into those cold eyes. They were so unusual and unnatural. “Pathetic” Lila spat. Lila threw Ladybug’s face towards Chat. Chat sat up straighter and glared at Lila.

All of the butterflies around Ladybug’s mouth flew away. “So Ladybug? What are you gonna do to protect Paris? Are you gonna even try?” Lila circled around Ladybug. “I mean your so incompetent you can’t even protect yourself! How are you gonna protect Paris? How are you going to protect your parents? How are you gonna protect your friends? How are you gonna protect the one you love?” Ladybug looked at Chat then quickly looked away. “You know why don’t we actually see?” All of the citizens backed away from the Eiffel Tower. Some even ran back home. But they didn’t need to. Lila pulled out a knife and walked behind Chat Noir. She brought the knife below his chin and held it in front of his neck.

Lila brought the knife closer to his neck. Ladybug panicked, there wasn’t anything she could do. She was useless. She was so useless. Lila brought the knife closer until it was pressing into his skin. Little droplets of blood getting on the knife. No. No. No. “STOP!” Ladybug didn’t know where the scream came from. Until she realized everyone was staring at her. Until she realized her own throat betrayed her.“Stop. Please.” She pleaded. “You’re right, Signora Farfalla. I shouldn’t be Ladybug. If I can’t protect myself. Then how am I going to protect all of Paris? How am I going to protect the one I love?” Chat blushed a little. “You know what Lila?” Lila froze.

“What did you say?” Lila said angrily. Glaring at her.

“Whoops did I accidentally say your true identity?” Ladybug smirked. She could see Chat panicking and praying that she didn’t die. Lila walked over. She pointed the knife at Ladybug’s chest.

“Are you giving me sass?” Ladybug just smiled. Lila thrusted the knife into Ladybug’s chest. The whole world froze. Lila took the knife out. And Ladybug fell.

…………………..

Chat watched as Ladybug’s body fell and the blood spilled out of the wound. Tears started to flood Chat’s vision. He sat there staring at the body. He’d… he’d just sat there and watched her die. He couldn’t have done anything. He was helpless. Chat screamed in grief. He pulled his hands out of the butterfly holds. Then he launched himself at Lila. Breaking the foot holds. Then he pulled out his stick and struck Lila in the back, sending her flying. She crashed against one of the metal poles. Then she pulled out her staff and stood up.

Chat was full on crying now. “YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU KILLED MILADY!” He ejected the knife tool in his stick and he sprinted towards Lila trying to stab her. But she blocked his stick and threw him backwards. He instantly flung himself again at Lila. This time cutting her thigh. She grunted. Then she cut his shoulder and attempted to throw him off the beam. He held on. “CATACLYSM!” The beam crumpled into a pile of ashes. Chat fell down and hit the concrete. His back stinged a little but he instantly got back up. Lila on the other hand sat there. She was staring at Ladybug’s body which was now on the ground next to her.

Chat ran towards Lila but she grabbed Ladybug’s body and pulled out the knife. Chat stopped. “If you take another step I’ll kill her once and for all.” Chat looked at Ladybug and noticed she was ever so slightly moving. The healing thing, right. Her hair had that weird thing again where the tips were glowing light blue. Chat took a step back. Then another. Then he stood there. Lila stared at him.

Chat launched himself at Lila, cutting her cheek. He punched her in the face. And grabbed Ladybug. Then he ran.

…………………..

Chat dragged Ladybug’s body into an alley. Then he cradled her fragile body in his arms. He brushed the hair away from her face. Blood was dripping onto his suit. But he didn’t care. He started crying, the tears hitting her face. He brought her head to his chest and held it. Chat felt Ladybug’s hand move. Then her eyes fluttered open. He smiled and cried more. “Nothing can kill you, Milady.” He muttered. Ladybug’s hand moved to wipe away his tears.

“Why are you crying?” She said quietly, like she could barely talk.

“I was scared.” Chat pulled Ladybug closer. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder.

“You looove me.” Ladybug said giggling sleepily. Chat smiled then nuzzled his face into her hair. He could feel her breathing slowing down. He looked at her and saw she had fallen asleep. She must have been tired. He brushed her hair away again. And kissed her forehead. Maybe they could just sit here for a while.

…………………..

Ladybug woke to sirens. She looked around. Seeing a police car zooming by. She was confused. She had no memory of going to an alleyway. She looked up and saw Chat’s sleeping face. She blushed. This was really close. She looked down and saw her chest was bloody but there was no wound. What had happened? Had Chat gotten hurt? Where was Signora Farfalla? Chat rustled around. Then he whimpered. She looked up and saw him crying. She wiped the tears away. And started rubbing his hair. He purred a little then fell silent again.

Ladybug quietly and slowly lifted herself off his lap. And sat next to him. He fell over and started resting in her lap. She sighed. She saw someone standing in the opening of the alleyway. She jumped. And Chat stirred. “Who… w who’s there?!” The person stepped into the light. Ladybug relaxed. It was just Rena Rouge.

“Ladybug! I’ve been looking all over for you! I was so worried they’d already got you or you were dead!” Rena exclaimed, running towards Ladybug.

“Who’s after me? And why would I be dead?” Chat whimpered again. What the hell is he dreaming about?

“Have you not heard?”

“No, I've been asleep.”

“Ah. Well Lila murdered or kidnapped Mayor Bourgeois, we’re not quite sure which one. And now she’s taken over Paris and sent the Police after any other miraculous holder than her. Especially you two… is Chat noir okay?” Ladybug looked down and found Chat hugging a rock. She tried taking the rock but he bit her hand.

“Yah… I don’t think so.” Rena laughed. Chat eyes fluttered open. He quickly sat up. And pulled out his stick.

“Who’s there?” He said groggily, his words a little slurred. He fell backwards and curled up on Ladybug’s lap. Rena started laughing even more. Ladybug started rubbing his hair and he purred.

“So we’re basically wanted criminals now?” Rena nodded, serious once again. “Great” Ladybug grumbled.

“It might be a bad time but they also searched everyone’s homes…” Ladybug looked at Rena.

“What?”

“They might not have gotten to your house yet…” Ladybug got up. Chat’s head hitting the ground. He woke up confused. Ladybug ran out of the alleyway as fast as she could.

“Ladybug?!” Chat yelled.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfic

[emyslavenderlibrary]

Clockwork Princess

Title: Clockwork Princess Author: Cassandra Clare Pages: 567 pages Genre: YA Fantasy Rating: ★★★★★

Synopsis:

Danger and betrayal, love and loss, secrets and enchantment are woven together in the breathtaking finale to the #1 New York Times bestselling Infernal Devices Trilogy, prequel to the internationally bestselling Mortal Instruments series. THE INFERNAL DEVICES WILL NEVER STOP COMING A net of shadows begins to tighten around the Shadowhunters of the London Institute. Mortmain plans to use his Infernal Devices, an army of pitiless automatons, to destroy the Shadowhunters. He needs only one last item to complete his plan: he needs Tessa Gray. Charlotte Branwell, head of the London Institute, is desperate to find Mortmain before he strikes. But when Mortmain abducts Tessa, the boys who lay equal claim to her heart, Jem and Will, will do anything to save her. For though Tessa and Jem are now engaged, Will is as much in love with her as ever. At those who love Tessa rally to rescue her from Mortmain's clutches, Tessa realises that the only person who can save her is herself. But can a singly girl, even one who can command the power of angels, face down an entire army? Danger and betrayal, secrets and enchantment, and the tangled threads of love and loss intertwine as the Shadowhunters are pushed to the very brink of destruction in the breathtaking conclusion to the Infernal Devices trilogy.

"I am catastrophically in love with you."

My Thoughts:

This book is by far my favourite in the series. It has some spice, some sadness, some happiness, some heartbreak, some angst, basically a bit of everything and that just makes my head and my heart very happy because I like being taken on emotional rollercoasters with books.

I think all my tears are used whenever I read this. From when the parabatai bond breaks to when Will finds Tessa I'm sobbing with sadness, and then those tears turn into happy tears when it's revealed that Jem is a Silent Brother and in fact not dead, which continue to be happy tears until the epilogue. Then it's back to sad tears when Will dies and Tessa leaves her family because it hurts too much but then it's straight back to happy tears when Jem meets Tessa and is no longer a Silent Brother and is cured. The emotions the characters portrayed and went through were so raw and realistic that it was almost beautiful in a way. But I've still not forgiven Cassandra for making me believe that Jem was dead for a segment of this book. Nobody can mess with my angel boy!

Can we also just take a moment to talk about the names of Will and Tessa's children? The oldest, James, clearly after Jem, but the youngest. Her name comes from A Tale of Two Cities, which is the book that Will and Tessa basically bonded over. I love how the love of their book was incorporated into their children, which were produced from their love. I screamed when I found out their names, no joke. There were also more tears over the name reveal. I'm still not sure whether they were happy or sad though to be completely honest with you.

Also Tessa has found her real family now! And she's a Shadowhunter! Tessa Starkweather, the great granddaughter of Aloysius Starkweather. I love that she found somewhere where she belonged. But she also found her family in a way that isn't blood-related. Nobody can tell me that the Shadowhunters at the Institute aren't her family. It's so obvious, especially with the way they treat her. Charlotte and Henry are obviously the parents, with Gabriel and Gideon being her brothers, Cecily her sister, and Will and Jem being her significant others.

I love how Tessa was able to experience a full relationship with both Will and Jem, and that she wasn't forced to choose one over the other in a way. She kind of did at first, but at the end it was made up for with the fact that she and Jem got back together.

This series, and the rest of the other series in the Shadowhunter Chronicles, are books that I will continue to read and recommend to every single person who asks until the day I die. They manage to transport me away to a different world and not very many books are able to do that in such a magical way that Cassandra does.

Playlist:

When the Lights Go Out by Libertines If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It by Snow Patrol Perfect Sonnet by Bright Eyes I Would Do Anything for You by Foster the People Alameda by Elliot Smith Love You Madly by Cake Left and Leaving by The Weakerthans Destiny by Zero 7 Exit Wounds by The Script Knife by Grizzly Bear I Still Remember by Bloc Party Wraith Pinned to the Mist by Of Montreal All the Rowboats by Regina Spektor The Reeling by Passion Pit Tears Are In Your Eyes by Yo La Tengo Ocean Breathes Salty by Modest Mouse Wishing Well by Airborne Toxic Event Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens die first by nessa barrett In the Stars by Benson Boone Colorblind by Counting Crows Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars Clarity by Zedd The Bad in Each Other by Feist State of Grace by Taylor Swift The Scientist by Coldplay Let Us Move On by Dido ROSES by The Chainsmokers Until You Were Gone by The Chainsmokers Perfect by Ed Sheeran

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[joy-2daworld]

"Cloaked in Love: The Wisdom Behind Mama's Scoldings"

ME: Ma… Mama: Unsa naman sad? Mulakaw nasad ka? ME: LUH, wa pa gani ta kahuman og istorya Mama: Pag puyo ragud mo, aysig laag2 ka babaying buhat!

We all have those memories etched in our minds—those moments when we tried to ask for permission to go out, bond with friends, or do school stuffs, only to be met with a stern, "Pag puyo ragud mo, aysig laag2 ka babaying buhat." Yes, I've been there too, and if you're a girl like me, you probably have too. It's that age-old wisdom passed down from generation to generation, reminding us that as young women, we shouldn't be out and about too much, for it's not becoming of a proper lady.

Chapter 1: The Rebellion Phase

In my youth, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger every time my mother uttered those words. Who wouldn't? After all, wasn't it just a walk to a friend's house or a trip to the library for a school project? But in my mother's eyes, it was more than that. It was about instilling values, discipline, and a sense of responsibility.

Chapter 2: The College Chronicles

Fast forward to my college years, and I found myself living away from home. Suddenly, I missed those reprimands and restrictions from my mother. It dawned on me just how crucial her guidance had been. The "saba" (scolding) wasn't just about control; it was about caring. And being miles away from home made me appreciate the true value of her advice.

Chapter 3: The Wisdom of Parenthood

As I reflect on those early lessons from my mother, I now understand that her strictness came from a place of love. There's a saying that goes, "No mother or father wants to see their child in harm's way." Our parents' protective instincts are what shape us and keep us safe.

Chapter 4: A Message to the Young Ones

If you find yourself with a mother like mine, don't view her strictness as a curse. Instead, see it as a blessing. It's a sign that she loves you deeply and cares about your well-being. So, my dear young ones, respect and honor your parents' rules and restrictions. Someday, when you become parents yourself, you'll likely be just as protective, if not more so, of your own children.

So, to all the mothers and fathers out there, continue to guide and discipline your children. They might not always understand it in the moment, but they'll carry those valuable lessons with them as they grow. And for all the children, remember that your parents' love comes in many forms, including "saba" nga scoldings. Someday, you'll realize just how right they were, and you'll say..... "TAMA JUD DIAY SI MAMA ug PAPA"(Mom/Dad was right all along).

#momwasright

#dadwasright