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dearharriet · 3 months

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hi, beautiful! congrats on your 150! I wanted to request James Potter +Tangled on your

🪷 send me a character + one of the following movies to write a drabble for...

(English is definitely not my first language so I'm sorry if this isn't sp clear)

thank you, gorgeous! this was such a fun combo to start off with <3 also, your request was perfect, so don’t worry! (wc: 882)

Lush green turns yellow and purple at sunset, and you can’t get enough of it. It’s like the whole world is wrapped around you, cool and prickly and real and right beneath your fingertips.

The stream is smooth and lazy, shining an image of the pink sky back at your hung head. You focus on that instead of the mounting fear of spending your first night outside the tower.

Under the intensity of the setting sun, the foliage around your camp takes on matching shadows. The contrast is scary, but it’s also beautiful, something you’d love to paint if you had your supplies.

That’s a dangerous path of thought, one that you shut down immediately. Even brushing against the idea of paint makes your insides wither with dread, reminded of your poor mother who’d gone to get you more—your mother who’s likely worried sick about you now.

“Alright?”

Lifting from your mopey posture, you find your companion returning with a sizable collection of firewood.

James seems to be in good spirits, all things considered. He’s been nice enough, though you can admit you’d worried that the guard-chase and near drowning might sour his attitude.

“I’m great,” you reassure him, plastering a smile on your face. Now’s not the time to show any weakness, no matter how frightened you might be.

Returning with a grimace, James dumps his armful where he stands and approaches you.

“Y’know, it’s not too late to go home.”

James has been saying this at every juncture of your adventure, desperate to dump you back at your tower and be rid of you. There’s no reason for that to sting now, after everything.

“Uh-uh. If you want me gone, you’ll have to try harder than that.”

With a frown, he settles in next to you, watching the horizon hesitantly.

“As if,” he says, though he’s lacking any real quip. “No, I just uh…I know all this wasn’t what you had in mind when you set out with me.”

You fiddle with a strand of hair. He’s really asking, you realize. With a puff of nervous laughter, you shake his sobriety off.

“Well, I didn’t really have anything in mind. Tall tower, remember?”

“Yeah,” James scoffs, “yeah, a pretty safe tower, too. And spacious.”

“And lonely,” you add.

Sighing, he nods his reluctant agreement.

“True, but there are worse things out there than being lonely, sweetheart. Things that might really hurt you.”

You take that in, staring at James with an odd curiosity. His shoulders are hunched around his ears, his hair flopping untamed into his eyes—courtesy of the unplanned swim you both took. It’s like looking at a completely different person, seeing James without his criminal bravado. Seeing him…unsure.

“James Potter, are you…are you worried about me?”

He straightens immediately, and while you mourn the loss of the gooey center you caught a glimpse of, you like to see him squirm, too.

“Wha-hat? Please. No, I'm trying to get away from you, and if you die you might be able to haunt me. I’m taking preliminary steps to prevent that.”

“Right,” you snip back sarcastically, “haunting.”

You might be sheltered, but you’re old enough now to know that ghosts aren’t real. James seems to see this in your expression, so he stands petulantly and stalks back towards his pile of sticks.

“Whatever, I’m not talking afterlife with a girl whose hair glows.”

Laughing, you watch him go, now truly missing his window of sincerity. For a sudden moment you almost feel it’s worse to be lonely outside of your tower than in it, and it sends a crack of fear down your center all over again.

Gathering some of your hair in your arms, you hold it to you like a stuffed toy, searching for any comfort you can find.

“James?”

“What now, trouble?”

Worrying your lip, you begin to second guess yourself, but an impatient glance from James encourages you.

“Do you really think I’d be better off going back?”

This takes his attention again, his hands ceasing their fire-building. Over the small pit he’d assembled, he considers you, jaw working.

You know what he’ll say, your frame braced for his resounding yes. You’re not sure why the thought carves your chest open when he’s never been anything but against this agreement. You wanted to prove your mother wrong, show her how capable you are, but it seems everybody but you agrees on the falsity of that statement.

Eventually, James sighs, a self-abasing sound that doesn’t give you much hope.

“Do you really want to see those lanterns?”

Once again, he seems completely sincere in his asking.

Even though you know the answer, know it like your own name, you stop to consider his question and all it entails. Not just if you want to see the lanterns, but if you’re willing to do what it takes to make it there. So far, you haven’t disappointed yourself, and you find the insatiable fire in your belly is only burning hotter than when you left.

“More than anything,” you say, and you make sure to steel your voice with all the determination you feel. James smiles, that small window returning.

“Then don’t let anything stand in your way,” he tells you, his eyes locked on yours. “Not even me.”

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synergysilhouette · 3 months

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Reimagining a Disney musical about "Rapunzel"

I started doing this with "Wish" and continued on with "Frozen," so why not do it for "Tangled"? My rewrites are more important to me, but spitballing these concepts are fun, too! I hope you enjoy what I have cooked up. BTW, I think the setting of "Tangled" was inspired by Germany, so I'd keep that for "Rapunzel"--though I wouldn't be as much of a stickler for the fashion here since the silhouettes and designs don't quite match up with my image for the characters.

Plot

The kingdom of Rampia is home to a witch. No one knows much about her, and no one dares ask. But one day, she disappeared, some say with her arms filled with gold. She vanished to the far reaches of the kingdom to an abandoned tower, coveting whatever she had like a miser. But what would happen when that secret escaped? What havoc would she wreak to get it back?

Principal characters

Rapunzel--Curious, athletic, and hungry for knowledge, she has lived in the tower all her life. Born with beautiful golden hair that is now beyond 100 feet long (and never gets dirty or matted), she was taken by the sorceress Gothel the day she was born. Despite Gothel's attempts to keep her at home, Rapunzel desires to see the world, and does so by escaping with Prince Rudolph, who one day manages to find the tower. While she returns to her family and forms a romance with the prince, the townsfolk do not take to her, seeing her as the daughter of a witch and destined to bring them unhappiness. They treat her similar to Pocahontas in her sequel film, both exotifying and fearing her, seeing her as inferior to them and yet more dangerous. Gothel retaliates to her escape and curses the kingdom with being surrounded by imprisoning the prince inside his own castle, using thistles to encase the area. She invites Rapunzel to come and save him, but warns that the young woman with have a reunion with her "mother" if she does so. The curse quickly turns people against Rapunzel even more, and she must venture into the maze of a castle if she wishes to rescue her love and his family.

Prince Rudolph--A handsome, cunning, sassy, and somewhat vain prince, he accidentally stumbles onto Gothel's tower, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Despite his skillset, he is easily frightened off, and the thought of coming face to face with a witch was enough to frighten him for life. He's actually got a soft spot for kids and animals, and can be quite helpful when the need (for him) arises. When he manages to capture the heart of the "witches' daughter," there is much debate, with concerns that Rapunzel put a spell on him, with whispers of getting rid of her (or even the monarchy itself) beginning to rise.

(Note: Have NOT established whether or not I'd make him Southern European or Middle Eastern in contrast to German. I'm just gonna keep his German name rn.)

Gothel--A woman who has lived long and seen much, she was denied a special herb by a man when she was pregnant, and was unable to save her child. In revenge, when the man needed an herb of hers for his own wife, she gave it to him in exchange for the child in her womb. She raised Rapunzel as her own, but as she began to look like her parents and act of her own accord, any affection Gothel might have felt for her turned to anger and envy for the child she lost, and abused Rapunzel mercilessly. However, she had grown so used to her company that she couldn't imagine life without her, and when she falls in love and escapes from the tower, Gothel vows to take everything from her until she's all she has left.

Music

All For You--A rather long song, dedicated to the heartbreak Gothel goes through to save her child all for it to be for nothing, and for Rapunzel's parents to trade her in order to save her.

Not Today--Similar to "Mother Knows Best" and "Stay With Me," Gothel continually stalls Rapunzel by outwitting her, thus proving she isn't prepared to leave the tower.

Fantasy--Rapunzel daydreaming about traveling, about how different the world is from what she's learned (because reading and experiencing are two different things), as well as Rudolph singing about his own dream of becoming king and how "easy" everything will be.

At Last--Rapunzel is finally free from her tower and able to explore the world that's no longer a fantasy in her mind. As she experiences the world with Rudolph, she realizes how much she's falling for him, and vice versa.

Never--Gothel attempts to bring Rapunzel back to the tower peacefully, but when she refuses, Gothel vows to take everything from her, saying "never say never; it's much longer than forever."

Be Strong--Rudolph sings this to comfort a scared Rapunzel as she works to free him and face Gothel, realizing that the world is just as dangerous as Gothel told her and feeling guilt for bringing Rudolph pain, though he states that with love comes pain, and that he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Tonight--The finale, a powerful ballad where Rapunzel reflects on all she's learned and seen, and how the next day could bring just as much trouble as the past few ones have, but tonight, she has peace, she has love.

Lemme know what you think! I don't hate "Tangled," but I'd have enjoyed some different things from a Disney musical about Rapunzel.

#disney #disney princess #tangled #rapunzel #disney animation #the arcana #lucio #gothel #lady tremaine

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Request: I may be just too late, so if so that's okie just ignore this! But can I request headcanon's for yan Habana and Maki (separate) from Fire Force?

Keep up the good work!

I'm pretty sure you meant Hibana, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, controlling behavior, blackmail, bribery, abduction

Yandere Fire Force Hc's

Maki Oze

🪄Despite having earned herself the nickname "Witch Queen" and her muscular physique, Maki is quite romantic at heart. She's very sweet towards her darling and dedicates a lot of time to them when she isn't working. She appears to be quite happy and she most certainly is, the problem is that as soon as she's left alone the guilt ambushes her. For you see, Maki knows that at least some of her thoughts regarding you are morally not correct and it makes her self-conscious at times. It's easy to forget such gnawing thoughts when she's constantly on cloud nine when around you but after that happiness fades away and she's left alone with her thoughts, she can't help but feel bad. The girl certainly isn't someone to act on impulses and darker instincts and she knows that much about herself too. Those new sides of her don't fail to frighten her at least a bit though.

🪄Considering the world this is playing in, Maki is also definitely on a more protective side. Infernals might appear randomly everywhere without any warning. When she thinks about you getting caught up in such an accident, she can't help but feel her heart drop a bit. Working as a Fire Soldier also means that she has seen a lot of things which would easily disturb the unknown person deeply. Maki can definitely also be more clingy when she has the time and the luxury to do so. She works obviously still as hard and dedicated as before since she knows that the wellbeing of people is part of her responsibility. You can bet that as soon as she has the chance though, she will go to you and stay with you. Going back to the whole romantic aspect of her, it definitely shows when you two spend time together and she shows her more feminine side.

🪄She's showing a very courteous side whenever you introduce her to someone close to you since she wants to make a good impression on them. Most people who she meets for the first time are in general treated with her courtesy but Maki can also get quite angry when someone triggers her. That's not to say that she can't handle a bit of jealousy but one shouldn't push her limit either. I do feel like she's considerate and not someone who is madly jealous and lets that feeling control her action. She's in most cases just a bit mor firm to remind someone what the relationship between you two is. If someone acts mature and respects that, she is very much willing to forget about it. What really raises her blood pressure though are the arrogant people who think they can flirt with anyone no matter if they're taken or not. When she's angered, most would be scared.

🪄She's a skilled fighter and has very good control over her ability which would potentially make her quite fearsome but she has a kind heart. Her sometimes more protective tendencies usually lead her to make sure that you won't get too much involved in her job since it includes dangerous missions and people. If she is pushed, she will fight though and that with more fierceness than what others are used to from her. Her protective side will lead her in certain scenarios to be more violent and if she gets really angry, she lets go of her consideration for a while and will be rather violent to fight against anything and anyone who poses a threat to you.

🪄Frankly spoken, Maki doesn't strike me as someone who would abduct her own darling. Her morals are playing a huge part in it too and it's not like her comrades wouldn't find out either if she would ever do such a thing. Thinking about saddening you and causing you to hate her and disappointing her own teammates and family truly isn't something Maki thinks she would be able to handle. I have a distinct feeling that in times of danger she might call her family and ask them if her darling can stay with them until the risk is over. She wouldn't even resort to an abduction if her darling would leave her. What Maki will do in such a case is stalk her darling and continue to protect them. It's not like she has given up hope completely either.

🪄She's a bit nervous when she introduces her darling to her family since she's worried that they might give you the impression that they're judging you. Her parents and her brother certainly are a bit sceptic since Maki is loved within the family but when they notice how happy she is and that you care for her too, they accept you. Others shouldn't let themselves fooled by her sweet exterior she shows you though because the woman can turn extremely scary if someone insults her darling since she sees red. If you shouldn't be a Fire Soldier and for that not possess any fire abilitites, she'll gladly entertain you with her own skills by creating fire creatures although she will still be careful so that you won't burn yourself accidentally.

Hibana

💐Hibana has pretty much a princess-complex of sorts and sees herself due to her position as captain above others, especially those working in her own squad. So I wish you good luck with this woman because she's as entitled as she is delusional when it comes to you. She's highly arrogant and overly confident in her looks so she believes that you will succumb to her charm too, will love her too. She's pretty much already acting all the time like you have a massive crush on her and are just too shy and insecure to show it. The level of delusion is dangerous because that only means that you won't get through her, no matter what you say or do. She always twists it inside her head to her own liking. Rejecting and avoiding her for too long isn't advisable since the woman goes after you with an infatuated zeal.

💐She won't shy away to use her position to manipulate you either if you try to separate yourself from the insane woman. She'll also use everything she has to find out as much as she can about you, indifferent to the fact that some things aren't for her to know. She's seeking out knowledge about Infernals and now also about you. Denying her something never ends will since she ends up forcing everything out if she has to. Her obsession is fearsome due to the sheer extent of it as she wants to know absolutely everything about you and will use what she has gathered to "court" you even more, or in others words put, to just leave you with no choice but to stay with her. She's going to be the one to take the wheel in this relationship too as she thinks that it's natural, especially if you're only a citizen and for that wouldn't know possibly as much as she does.

💐She shouldn't have any reason to be jealous and in most cases it's probably more the case that people are jealous of you when they see you with Hibana. She's undeniably a beauty and knows this too, she flaunts it in front of you all the time after all. That's specifically why she's going to deny all claims that she's one to be easily jealous because she feels like she has no reason to be. You know better though about her flaring streak of jealousy. The woman wants your attention pretty much all the time and it will be very hard for her to understand why you would want to spend time with someone else rather than him. She judges the people around you rather harshly because none of them are someone she would deem as special, it's not like she would ever see someone as good enough. She's acting like the proudest peacock in history too, a somewhat bratty and entitled one though.

💐She's manipulated her way through life quite often, she even exchanged information on her research to get her the position she's in today. Despite her princess-complex, Hibana is still a scientist and has shown herself to be a very intelligent tactician too. There are not many qualms she seems to have to use all of her influence to rid herself of someone that stands in the way of her and her darling. She's resolved to become a demon herself after all in order to get revenge on what was done to the sister in the Holy Sol Temple, believes that she has to fight evil with evil. That and her very apparent sadistic streak make her anything but pleasant if someone has officially irked her. She won't go as far as killing though as she doesn't see herself as a barbarian.

💐She keeps you by her side all the time, we've already talked about how she is the one with dominance and control in the relationship after all. The men working under her worship her so even if they're envy of your position as Hibana's lover, they know exactly what Hibana would do to them if she were to ever find out that they talk bad about you behind her back. When she's busy, a few of them always keep an eye on you. Whenever she isn't busy though, she has you tagging along wherever she goes. She's very clingy in that aspect as she won't let you out of her sight at all. Since she is so smothering, her darling barely gets any time alone at all but telling her that will only further motivate her. It's not like you don't want her attention and affection after all, you're just shy~

💐Trying wo wiggle somehow free from her very tight grip on you won't work as she's too obsessed and infatuated to let that happen. You shouldn't underestimate her connection and resources either since she has a considerable lot of influence. Her ire is most of the time not directed to you since her delusions keep her most of the time from seeing you as the true culprit. That said though, when she lashes out on you it will be anything but pleasant for you since she won't hold back with her words at all and target your insecurities specifically. The majority of her time, she rather spends gushing over you and doting on you although she expects to be worshipped for the way she treats you so well. She loves to be praised and worshipped, do that, set her in a good mood and she's ready to fulfill you a favor or two.

#yandere fire force #yandere en en no shobotai #yandere enn enn no shouboutai #yandere maki #yandere maki oze #yandere hibana

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fullscoreshenanigans · 8 months

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Hey if the GF kids + GP team were watching horror movies (the oldest because no horror movies for the youngest kiddos or they will not sleep because some horror movie ARE terrifying) What movie would scare the most at every child/teen?

Like i can see Emma being scared of IT, whatever which version, especially the first scene (you know what i mean, right?) for exemple.

Ayshe would be probably scared by White Dog or Cujo :/ but not scared by the movie but scared and sad because of the poor dog (who is a victim in both movies, infected by rabies in one and trained to attack in another). she would speak for the first time to Norman to ask him do find her an appointment to vaccinate her dogs (because it's real dogs, not demoniac dogs or it would be hard for her to feed them in the human world. I doubt that people would be happy to see their beloved pet dog "vanish" (and be eaten).

Barbara would play "the cool sister who isn't afraid" but would be afraid by Scream (for exemple and would be clingy to Cislo/Norman/Vincent's arm for all the movie XD

Have you other ideas? =)

Feel this comes down to semantics because I don't think they'd find mainstream horror scary but more so unsettling? Besides like a well-earned jump scare getting the best of them that's immediately, viscerally frightening and might result in a comedic reaction they tease each other over.

But given everything they confronted in the demon world—both the direct, palpable terror of almost being eaten alive by the grotesque

(Chapter 117)

to the existential horror of realizing everything you've come to understand about yourself and that your very humanity and the humanity of all the people you care about is systemically devalued in such a cold, detached, clinical way—

(Chapter 28)

it doesn't seem like it would result in an immediate bubbling up of palpable terror for them with both the barrier of the screen and their understanding of horror media and media in general often being used to communicate an idea between a creator and their audience (e.g., the possession scenes in Talk to Me being used to symbolically convey the silent brutality of drug addiction, the existential dread presented by pregnancy and STDs in It Follows, etc.). But the important thing with a lot of these pieces is that while horrific violence might be perpetrated, there's still an underlying upholding of human life as inherently valuable and something to be protected, so they can have fun with it and appreciate the works for what they are.

What I believe would be a sticking point for them would be abject, wanton cruelty with no purpose. So like, torture porn, purposefully edgy works that revel in the audacity of boundaries pushed and the shock value of the obscene, exploitation films. Hostel, Funny Games, A Serbian Film, 120 Days of Sodom, etc., I can't imagine them growing up and being fans of this subgenre after everything they experienced.

So I wouldn't say Emma is scared of King's It, but would perhaps be unsettled by a cosmic malevolent force preying on children for no purpose other than personal gratification, and how that servers as a metaphor for the underlying fear of stranger danger present in the 1980s in the US. The specifics might be inaccurate based on statistics (child abduction more often being committed by someone a child knows), but it's the possibility of harm being done by fellow human beings and that one can't immediately combat it with physical retaliation like they did in the demon world due to optics and laws in this world that could lead her to dislike it for her own personal entertainment.

I feel like works that involve medical horror could be triggering for Barbara, or scenes where there's gratuitous focus on flesh being violently bludgeoned into viscera mush with how it might bring back the smells of when she'd enact that on demons.

And I haven't seen Cujo or White Dog, but it does sound like something Ayshe would find disquieting with how she considers her dogs family. Same thing with The Thing, though the dogs being killed and impersonated don't last the whole film. None of these would compare to Cannibal Holocaust, though; I don't think she could watch a movie knowing animals were killed on set for the sole purpose of entertaining people. It would be too upsetting (and why I haven't watched it).

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partystoragechest · 7 months

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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, the Commander isn't well.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,277. Rating: most audiences. Warnings: intense scene, fear, addiction withdrawal.

AN: Picks up directly after the previous chapter. If you want to skip the gnarly bit, use CTRL+F/find in page, and search for 'Montilyet'.)

Chapter 19: Lyrium

Trevelyan stepped a little further into the Commander’s office. The room was cold.

“Who is Greagoir?” she asked.

The Commander did not respond. Had he even heard? A limp finger raised, to point at her face. The hand it belonged to, shook.

“I know you,” he breathed, ragged. “Who are you?”

“I’m… Lady Trevelyan,” she told him. “Are you all right?”

There was little point to asking; the answer was evident. It was evident in his clammy skin, devoid of colour in some places and flushed in others. It was evident in his tossed hair, run through one too many times by a frustrated hand. It was evident in his shed cloak, and the chunks of armour hanging off him, abandoned in some attempt to cool down. He was not all right.

“Commander?”

His breath quickened. Suddenly animate, he gripped the desk, eyes darting around the room. “Where am I? Where is Mia?”

Mia?

“You are in your office, in Skyhold,” Trevelyan answered, unsure of how much detail he might need. He wasn’t himself. “I don’t know about Mia.”

His eyes locked on her again. Pupils wide, unblinking. “What did you do with her?”

Trevelyan was sure her eyes were just as wide. Just as frightened. “Nothing, Commander. I—I’m sure she’s somewhere, I just don’t know.” She begged her body not betray her nerves, but her thudding heart would not be soothed. “Perhaps… perhaps I should fetch a healer? You’re not well.”

“No, no, no,” the Commander repeated. Over and over. “No, no, no. No, no healers.” He was fidgeting, moving, as if trapped in that chair. The rapidity of his breathing only increased. Too much for human lungs.

“It’s all right, it’s all right,” Trevelyan said, telling herself as much as she was him, “breathe slowly, breathe slowly.”

He ignored the instruction, rambling on. Sweat dripped from his nose to his desk. “No, no healers. I don’t—I don’t want any magic.”

He almost spat the last word. Trevelyan backed off a step.

“They won’t use magic,” she told him, “they have medicines. They don’t need to use magi—”

“No, no, no”—he struggled to his feet—“no, no, no.”

Hands scrabbling for purchase, for stability, he stumbled out from behind his desk. Trevelyan backed out of his way—but he wasn’t coming for her.

The door, he fell against, his weight holding it shut. He muttered against the grain: “No healers.”

Trevelyan glanced to the other doors—one opposite, the other to her rear. Just in case. She slipped a hand behind her back.

“You need help,” she said, by way of distraction, “you’re not well.”

The Commander murmured a reply. She began to gather Fade energy. Something to twist this reality in his favour—and hers as well.

“No!”

He whirled, and snapped a finger in the air. The crack of it was painless, but still she jolted at the sound. Trevelyan expected that familiar feeling—of the world reaffirming itself around her, and the Fade abandoning her call. But her magic lingered.

She looked to his eyes, in that moment. Looked for a hint of cold blue among the dull yellow. No. Maker, no.

She let the spell go.

“No magic,” he repeated.

“Sorry,” she breathed. None of this was intentional. He was like an injured animal, trapped in a cage. Hurt and scared. But still dangerous. “I—you’re frightening me.”

The Commander retracted his hand, and staggered back. He must have still been something of himself. His head shook. “Forgive me,” he whispered, “forgive me.”

He stumbled off to the safety of his desk, falling against its side, and catching himself by his arms. Trevelyan moved towards the door he left behind.

“You weren’t supposed to…” he muttered to himself. “You were supposed to be better. Why aren’t you better? Why can’t you do better?”

She could not tell if it was sweat or tears that fell from his face. Did it matter? They crashed against the wood of the desk all the same.

He wasn’t really there. If what she knew of this was true, then Trevelyan could claim to see him now, but the Commander’s mind was elsewhere. If only she knew where that was.

Mia.

“Would you like me to find Mia?” Trevelyan asked.

The Commander did not look, but began to nod. “Mia. Mia. Mia always knows what to do.”

“She does, yes.” A mother, a sister, a friend, a former love—Trevelyan did not care. Her name was important. “I can try and find her, if you like? Do you want her to come?”

“Yes,” he said, finding the strength to stand. “Yes, Mia. You know where she is?”

“I can find her.”

“Yes, yes. Find her. She always knows what to do.”

“All right.” Trevelyan took a tenative step for the door. He didn’t move. “All right. I’ll find her. You stay here, all right? Wait for Mia.”

“Yes. All right. All right.”

The door opened. Trevelyan leapt out. One last flash, one last image of the Commander, backlit by the light of a dying sun, buckled upon his desk. And she was gone.

The door shut, she held her back against it. Her face was wet and warm. She lifted a hand to the tears she didn’t know she had cried.

The mountain air was easier to breathe than the close atmosphere of that room. She took in as much as her lungs would hold, and released it slowly. She would have control again.

Something had to be done.

Her first steps forward, she did not know where to go. Deliberation had abandoned her, to make room for quicker thinking. But as it returned, she thought of Lady Montilyet. She might know.

Trevelyan headed for the rotunda before her.

Its door opened. She jumped.

But a runner emerged, themselves walking in the direction from which she had just come. Trevelyan rushed up to stop them.

“Don’t go in there,” she said, glancing back to the Commander’s office. “The Commander isn’t well.”

The runner examined her shattered appearance. “Are you all right, ma’am?”

“I’m fine, I—”

“Would you like me to fetch someone?”

Her head shook. “No, no. I am on my way. But please—can you stay here, and watch the doors? No one is to enter. At all.”

The runner nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

“Thank you,” Trevelyan said. “Thank you.”

She took off once more, swinging through the rotunda door. Though she heard a call of her name from somewhere above, she ignored it, and continued.

Into the Great Hall, with a wipe at her eyes. Trevelyan kept her head kept down. Too many people—no one could see her like this. But a crowd could be a shield, and within its throngs, Trevelyan vanished.

She emerged at the door of Montilyet’s parlour, and said at once to the guard outside, “Is Lady Montilyet here?”

They were already reaching to knock. “Yes, your Ladyship.”

Montilyet answered the call in seconds, “Come in!” she hailed—and Trevelyan wasted no time heeding the invitation.

She burst through the door, with little care for whatever conversation she interrupted between Montilyet and her messenger. The former gasped at the sight.

“Lady Trevelyan! Are you all right?”

With a tear-streaked face and croaking voice, Trevelyan managed to answer: “The Commander—he’s, he’s not well.”

Lady Montilyet shot to her feet. She looked to the messenger. “Go. Send the healers to his office at once.”

“No, no!” Trevelyan protested. “He said he didn’t want healers.”

Montilyet instructed her messenger regardless: “Go.” She looked to Lady Trevelyan. “It’s all right,” she told her, “they know what to do.”

Trevelyan felt a scream of doubt as she watched the messenger pass her by. But she had to trust Montilyet. “What about Mia?” she asked.

Lady Montilyet approached her, and placed a hand on her forearm. “Did he ask for Mia? Oh. She is his sister—older. She lives in Ferelden.”

Trevelyan nodded at this, but her clouded expression did not resolve. Lady Montilyet tried to catch her distant gaze.

“Are you all right, Lady Trevelyan?”

Trevelyan looked her dead in the eye. “Why is the Commander not taking lyrium?”

The lifeblood of every Templar, red or otherwise. The one thing they could not function without. The one thing they could not live without. And it was missing from his eyes.

Montilyet’s face fell. Though a master of masking her reactions, even she could not hide this surprise. “Why don’t we sit down?” she said.

“No,” Trevelyan replied. “Not until you answer my question.”

“I understand, Lady Trevelyan. I will explain. However”—she glanced away, towards her fireplace—“I think it’s best we calm you down, first.”

Trevelyan followed where Montilyet led her eyes. The flames licked and spat far more than their usual gentle selves. Trevelyan took a breath, and let her emotions escape through its release. Reality settled back into itself. The fire calmed.

“Good.” Montilyet collected two cups from a serving tray, and set them upon her parlour table. “Let me pour some tea, and I will answer your questions.”

Reluctant, Trevelyan went to the sofa, and sat. Lady Montilyet—with a thick cloth—took up a pot that had been warming by the fire (though it was now a little hotter than intended), and poured two steaming cups of tea.

“So,” she said, taking a seat beside Trevelyan, “are you all right?”

Without her willing it, Trevelyan shook her head. “I don’t—it was, he was. Not—not himself.”

“Oh, Maker.” Montilyet sighed. “I am sorry. It is… difficult, to explain. But, you are right. The Commander has stopped taking lyrium. He left it behind when he joined the Inquisition.”

As far as Trevelyan knew, the Inquisition had existed in some form or other for something like a year, now. Which begged the question:

“How is he alive?”

Lady Montilyet took her teacup, and gazed into the pool of deep brown liquid inside, as if scrying for the answer. “Truthfully, I do not know. The healers have done their best for him ever since he made the decision. The technical details are beyond me. He has some kind of medicines he takes for the symptoms, I believe, and poultices for the pain.”

“Pain?”

“Yes.” Montilyet realised what she’d said, and looked to Trevelyan. “Usually, they work. He has not had anything so bad in… it must be at least two months, likely three.”

Trevelyan collected her tea, but did not drink it. A new question rose to mind.

“When were you going to tell us?”

Lady Montilyet struggled to maintain her placid smile. “It was… no, it is not mine to tell. But, in these circumstances, I have little choice. Really, I was hoping that the Commander would tell you himself, when he had chosen one of you, and the time was right.”

“And what if—this happened before then? One of us, stumbled across it?”

“I arranged his schedule, to avoid exactly this,” Montilyet explained. “I was making certain he was well, before I would allow any of you to see him. But, when you took up your position, it became… somewhat out of my control.”

“So I was just supposed to find him like this?” Trevelyan breathed. Her voice cracked. Her eyes watered. “Find him, just�� pale and sweating and delirious?”

“Oh, Lady Trevelyan.” Montilyet placed a hand on hers, and squeezed.

“He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know who I was—I barely think he knew himself,” she wept. “He didn’t want healers, he didn’t want magic. He was... terrified. I told him I was too, and he… became so upset, with himself. I don’t know, I don’t think I helped.”

“It’s all right,” Lady Montilyet reassured her. “He’ll be all right.”

“Will he? This could kill him. You are in a war. He should be resting, recovering, not—not dealing with all this. Not dealing with—”

—four random women pestering him all day? A knock at the door silenced her before she could say it.

Lady Montilyet hesitated to call the visitor in, but Trevelyan told her to. Montilyet bade them enter.

The messenger had returned. “Ambassador, I’ve sent the healers,” they said. “They’re with him now.”

“Very good,” Montilyet replied. “Wait for me outside.” The messenger did as told; Montilyet looked to Trevelyan. “I understand your concern,” she whispered, “but this is the choice he made for himself.”

With one final squeeze of Trevelyan’s hand, she stood. “I will be a few minutes. Please, stay. Take all the time you need.”

Trevelyan nodded. Lady Montilyet left the room, and Trevelyan was alone.

She sipped at her tea, eyes forward, staring into the fire. It reminded her of the one in the privy kitchen. Hard to believe she had been sat before it just hours ago, exchanging happy childhood stories.

Now all she could think of was the Commander. It was hard to identify the feeling in her chest. Fear, yes, but it wasn’t fear of him. No. As much as she had to fear of Templars, she did not fear it in him.

But she certainly feared for him. She thought of the healers surrounding him now, trying to keep him calm, desperately persuading him to take medicine. She thought of the panic and terror that must be running through him, as his mind struggled to process what was happening. She thought of her foolish attempt to cast a spell, and how it could have only ever made it worse.

The thoughts would not leave her. She would not settle until she heard he was all right.

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #commander cullen #tw addiction #unwanted #unwanted fic

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thenexusofsouls · 5 months

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How are you color coded?

NUADA

Your Result: BLACK CODED

black, a study in secrets, the soul, and a love of the unknown. you love to tell people that you're dark - something along the lines of 'i like it as dark as my soul'? or maybe you're the sort of person to believe that the only thing you can trust is the darkness, and the things that lurk within it. maybe you're the sort of person who thinks that the light obscures more than it reveals, casting more into shadow than it illuminates, trusting only the shade as a friend. you don't think anyone understands you, and maybe to an extent no one knows the depths of your soul the way that you do. but that doesn't mean you should shut the entire world out. some people love the dark just as much as you, and that vantablack inside your soul isn't frightening to them. reach out.

WADE

Your Result: RED CODED

red, a study in being in love with the thrill, the ticking of a broken clock, and hearing your heartbeat in your ears. you've become addicted to the thrill of danger and living life recklessly. you've managed to make people believe that you're untouchable, that you live life so dangerously and yet so precisely that the world revolves around you and only you. but it doesn't. it moves without you, it will continue to move when you stop, and it will always move on when you never move again. the world is uncaring. and you have to match that energy. you can't stop moving, or you'll end up dead.

NATASHA

Your Result: GREEN CODED

green, a study in living life, growth, and change. you're one of the people who often find themselves believing that anybody can be better than they are right now, should they put in the effort. you know when to quit, of course, but that tolerance is very high. you know when to put faith in the right people, but that knowledge was earned the hard way. the world is a dangerous place, and you know that. but that doesn't mean that life isn't worth living. the world is a place full of danger, of love, of wonder. you know that firsthand.

STEPHEN

Your Result: BLUE CODED

blue, a study in wisdom, belief, and knowing when enough is enough. you know yourself best, but you know the way the world works even more. you've been wandering in this world a little too long, and maybe that's the problem. you're a wanderer, a vagabond, an oracle, and a prophet all the same. who are you when the curtain call drops the last encore on you? do you dance behind the scenes for a job well done or are you already planning your next show? take a breather, for a moment. enjoy what you've done, enjoy what you have, enjoy the world that you've been wandering for so long. this world is so much better when you realize that some of it is worth living for.

TONY

Your Result: YELLOW CODED

yellow, a study in wildfires, honeycombs, and summer rain. everyone sees you smiling and laughing, happy in all the ways but the way that you know is true to you. everyone believes that nothing bad could happen to you, that you live life so freely that you'd never miss a beat, even if something bad DID happen to happen around or to you. but you're as miserable as the rest of them. you might be warm and gentle, when you need to be, but at the end of the day, you have long since accepted that fire is like you: best to be admired but never touched.

LUKE (CARL LUCAS)

Your Result: PINK CODED

pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

ARYX

Your Result: BLUE CODED

MICHAEL

Your Result: BLACK CODED

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#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ #{ about the muses }

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How are you color coded?

SER BASCH FON RONSENBURG (A.K.A. "THE KING-SLAYER")

Your Result: GREEN CODED

PRINCESS ASHELIA B'NARGIN DALMASCA (A.K.A. "AMALIA" & ASHE)

Your Result: PURPLE CODED

purple, the color of wealth, prominence and owing your life to a king and crown, whether literal or metaphorical. you believe yourself above it all, believe that nothing can stand in your way and everything will go according to your master plan. but at the end of the day, you're terrified. terrified of what this quest for fame and glory might cost you. terrified of what you may lose in the rise to fortune. terrified of being alone even when you have so many smiling faces around you. you want truth, you want sincerity, you want... what DO you want, really?

JUDGE MAGISTER GABRANTH (A.K.A. NOAH FON GABRANTH, NÉ RONSENBURG)

Your Result: BLACK CODED

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#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #main muse: basch #side muse: ashelia #alt muse: noah

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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The Giver Book Quote Rp Meme

feel to edit or change pronouns for purposes

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

“Didn't life consist of the things you did each day?”

“We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.”

“It's the choosing that's important, isn't it?”

“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”

“They can't help it. They know nothing”

“Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.”

“I'm going to give you the memory of a rainbow.”

“But there was nothing left to do but continue”

“When people have the freedom to choose, they choose wrong, every single time.”

“It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.”

“If everything's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!”

“memories are forever.”

“And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.”

“What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?”

“Thank you for your childhood.”

“There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship”

“Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.”

“I like the feeling of love.”

“Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.”

'I did like the light they made. And the warmth.”

“They have never known pain. The realization made him feel desperately lonely.”

“If he had stayed, he would have starved in other ways.”

“The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.”

“If you were to be lost in the river, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.”

“The worse part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

'I do understand that it wouldn't work very well. And that it's much better to be organized the way we are now. I can see that it was a dangerous way to live.'

“They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.”

“It was simply a marking of time with no meaningful changes.”

“You may lie.”

“Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?”

“Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen.”

"There could be love,"

“There was never any comfortable way to mention or discuss one's successes without breaking the rule against bragging, even if one didn't mean to.”

“even though I don’t even know him. I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”

“I knew that there had been times in the past-terrible times-when people had destroyed others in haste,in fear, and had brought about their own destruction”

“I don't know what you mean when you say 'the whole world' or 'generations before him.'I thought there was only us. I thought there was only now.”

“For all for children to whom we entrust the future”

Precision of language, please!"

“He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save him. He no longer cared about himself”

"And of course our community can't function smoothly if people don't use precise language. You could ask, 'Do you enjoy me?' The answer is 'Yes,'"

“All of it was new to him. After a life of Sameness and predictability, he was awed by the surprises that lay beyond each curve of the road.”

"I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.”

t to you all the memories I have within me. Memories of the past.”

“Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn't been discovered yet.”

“He saw nothing except the endless ribbon of road unfolding in twisting narrow curves.”

“Why do you and I have to hold these memories?"

"It gives us wisdom,"

“And apples were always, always red.”

“The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.”

“I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.”

“each change, painful though some of them will be, will make us a little better than we were before.”

“If everything’s the same, then there aren’t any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!”

“If he had stayed, he would have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.”

“Birthmother was an important job, if lacking in prestige.”

“Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything. “

“But they don't want change. Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.”

“Suddenly he was aware with certainty and joy that below, ahead, they were waiting for him; and that they were waiting, too, for the baby.”

“It was so - oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!”

“But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.”

“Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back. We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with differences.”

“We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.”

“The important thing is that another medium—stage, film, music—doesn’t obliterate a book. The movie is here now, on a big screen, with stars and costumes and a score. But the book hasn’t gone away. It has simply grown up, grown larger, and begun to glisten in a new way.”

“life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.”

“A lot of people I know would hate that ending, but not me. I loved it. Mainly because I got to make the book happy. I decided they made it. They made it to the past. I decided the past was our world, and the future was their world. It was parallel worlds.”

“What if they had all been instructed: You may lie?”

“thank you for your childhood.”

“There’s much more. There’s all that goes beyond—all that is Elsewhere—and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future.”

It was a word and concept new to him.”

'I did like the light they made. And the warmth.”

“his school lessons had been unusually”

“Release was not the same as Loss.”

“life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.”

“disoriented. It was our house. He had stood on a porch and taken the snapshot through a window. I recognized the fireplace and its graceful mantel. And the chandelier! We had dined each evening at seven, the family together, discussing our day—we could have”

“No one mentioned such things; it was not a rule, but was considered rude to call attention to things that were unsettling or different about individuals.”

“His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.”

“We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with differences. {...} We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.”

“For a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.”

“I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.”

“The exemption from rudeness startled him. Reading it again, however, he realized that it didn't compel him to be rude; it simply allowed him the option”

“It wasn’t a practical thing, so it became obsolete when we went to Sameness.”

“When he spoke, a new spurt of blood drenched the coarse cloth across his chest and sleeve.”

#open rp #open to all #open to anyone #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open starter #the giver #the giver rp #lois lowry #middle grade books #young adult books #book quote meme #ya books #book quotes

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loved your tags on that last gifset you rebloggued. i love how you talked about ariel's compassion because i think that's a trait of hers that gets WAY too ignored by many people.

Thank you, friend! I think most of the Disney movies, people watch passively because they've been so familiar with them for years so they're not reacting to the scenes or digesting them for what they are. Which is easy to do, considering. But! I really try to make it alive and immerse myself in that world to bring authenticity to the characters. It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized how frightening the ordeal must've been for Ariel. To be tossed from the ship like that into the sea, to see so many humans cry out and jump into the ocean, to see the threat of fire for the first time and have splinters and broken wood flying at her through the whipping rain. All foreign sensations and elements and fears and experiences for her.

Also, one of my major breakthroughs with that character, came when I realized what saving Eric meant. Even though we view Ariel, and I mean we as a society, as defiant and confident and headstrong, up until this point she's been pretty...obedient isn't the right word, since she forgot about the concert in the opening act and she does go to the surface right after the fight with her father, but she...she attempts to assimilate and always has the lower hand in arguments. She isn't actively defying her father to his face or in a way that's completely putting herself in danger of his wrath. It's somewhere in the middle. Like she omits parts of herself to maintain a semblance of peace. She'll go to the surface, but she won't tell him about it. She'll go exploring shipwrecks, but she won't bring anyone else along. She'll home an entire grotto of treasures, but she'll do it in secret so he'll never find out. Even when she sees Eric's ship, she watches safely from the distance, not daring to interact with any of the humans. But, when Eric falls into the sea and she wraps her arms around him and brings him to shore, she's actively breaking the most important of her father's rules- not just to her, as a daughter, but to all his people of Atlantica: contact between the merworld and the human world is strictly forbidden. She was presumably the first to ever break this rule and she did it without a second thought, because she saw someone else's life at risk. Just as Eric had done for his dog just a few moments earlier- which gives me so many additional thoughts about how perfectly suited they are to one another, but I digress.

Ariel's actions might be rash at times and she might not always present herself in the best way and most of the time she does things that just seem to defy logic, but it's all an extension of her incredibly big heart. She sees people for who they are, she refuses to let others influence her views or beliefs or her reads on another person and prefers to be informed of their character through their actions. In other instances, she could believe that same character is capable of reforming should their actions be less than savory. And while I disagree and agree with certain parts of this ideology, how beautiful is it to go through life with an entirely untainted view for humanity and who and what people are and the autonomy and freedom to experience it for yourself, firsthand, as opposed to only knowing life and people through someone else's beliefs or stories or warnings?

#- message in a bottle <#anonymous #ask #the little mermaid

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John, Tommy or Arthur? Which brother would you choose if you had to? What do you think about each of them?

I mean, it depends for what, doesn't it?

In regards to my thoughts:

With Arthur I pity him. Like all the brothers I see him as a deeply traumatised person who suffers mentally from the consequences of his trauma, however because he is unable to properly address it (due to that time period, his life situation and influences in his life), he becomes very dangerous. The tragedy in this character for me, is that he is trapped in this violent version of himself, which he despises on the one hand, but on the other is necessary for his survival. With Arthur, there is also this lack of identity. He is expected by social standards to be the head of the family, but he is surrounded by people more intelligent and more capable than him and is instrumentalised by them. For someone who seems to be very attached to his father and yearning for his approval, this has to be extra damaging. We also see Arthur showing abusive traits with Linda in S4 in relation to those archaic values, which perhaps were time appropriate but aren't shown with his brothers (or at least not nearly to that extent), which is frightening.

I think we don't really know that much about John. He too was traumatised but seems like a more lighthearted person in comparison. Still, he understands the truth of a situation. He seems to be very protective of his family, and willing to make sacrifices for them. He also isn't afraid to speak up for himself and for what he believes to be right or wrong. It was him who spoke up for Mrs Changretta and called out Tommy on his nonsense, and who showed his father his place real quick before Tommy came home in S1. I wish we could have seen more of him. While we see him argue with Esme, he is not nearly as frightening as Arthur was with Linda. I think he is a very free spirited person who would have been just as content and happy on the road with Esme. Also, in their marriage, they seemed to be equals, which was lovely to see.

Tommy, well - Tommy is complicated, isn't he? I believe he is a deeply traumatised individual. I do believe that the war changed him, but I think painting him as a happy-go-lucky stableboy before the war is false too. He is incredibly intelligent and I think he was aware of the situation in his family from very early on, the abuse, the lack of money and the vulnerability that came with it. I think when his father left, it was him who tried to rebuild the family structure and in a way I don't think he has ever been able to let go of that responsibility or control. The war also made him responsible for not only killing strangers but sending his own to their deaths which is a horrific duty to have. In his dynamic with his siblings and the others from that time, I see remnants of that, which is maybe why he finds it easier to work on an equal level with women. They were never his superiors. They were never his subordinates.

He wants to protect his family, but he doesn't see his family members as his intellectual equals (although that changes with Polly and Ada I think). It burdens him but he refuses to share the load, even if it is crushing him. He can't slow down and he can't relax because he fears the whole world would collapse not only on him but on his family too. I think he also has a lot of self-esteem issues and insecurities because he values his own life and his own self too much. He sees himself more as useful in what he provides than what he represents to his family. I do believe Tommy wants to do good, for his family and society at large, and I pity him too, though in a different way than I pity Arthur.

If I had to choose a brother, I don't think I could choose Arthur. He is too violent and unpredictable for comfort. With John and Tommy, I'm not sure if I could pick one, that depends on many more factors. I think a relationship with John might be a lot easier, while a relationship with Tommy might be more successful and productive. I do think that Esme was happier in her marriage with John than either Grace or Lizzie were in their relationships with Tommy, which is also an indicator.

I know this might not be the answer you were expecting, but I hope it is not a disappointment.

Thank you for asking

xx Val

#valentinesanswers #valentinesmeta

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The Eye of the World, Chapter 53 - The Wheel Turns

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(Wheel of Time icon) In which the story is only just begun.

PERSPECTIVE: Rand, as the GM's garden is brown and dying, nearly all the flowers gone, butterflies absent, birds silent. This is wrong, Rand thinks. They won, after all! Loial says it isn't right that Treebrother falls to the Blight. So he walks to the great oak, and sings. His treesong is amplified by what of the GM remains, and the Blight will not take it. They make a litter for Moiraine between Bela and Moiraine's horse, and leave.

Rand half expects to have to fight their way out of the Blight, but it's silent as they move. They make camp in the evening, but everything about the region feels less than it was. Perrin asks why, and Moiraine says they struck a great blow, the Shadow will be a long time recovering. Mat asks what exactly they did, and Moiraine tells him to sleep, they're still not out of danger.

As they ride south out of the Blight, the diseased foliage turns not to the bare trees that were there on the ride up, but to full, lush, green.(1) As they approach the border towers, men come to greet them, laughing joyfully. They think their army must have won a great victory at Tarwin's Gap. In late afternoon they reach Fal Dara, which rings with celebration. Literally, as not a bell in the city seems to sit silent.

They meet Ingtar, who arrived at the battle just one hour too late to see what happened for himself. Moiraine insists he bring them all to Agelmar at once. Agelmar berates him for not bringing Moiraine to a healer, she's still on a litter being carried around.

“We hear,” Moiraine said as soon as the door shut behind Ingtar, “that you won a great victory in Tarwin’s Gap.” “Yes,” Agelmar said slowly, his troubled frown returning. “Yes, Aes Sedai, and no. The Halfmen and their Trollocs were destroyed to the last, but we barely fought. A miracle, my men call it. The earth swallowed them; the mountains buried them. Only a few Draghkar were left, too frightened to do else but fly north as fast as they could.” “A miracle indeed,” Moiraine said. “And spring has come again.” “A miracle,” Agelmar said, shaking his head, “but. . . . Moiraine Sedai, men say many things about what happened in the Gap. That the Light took on flesh and fought for us. That the Creator walked in the Gap to strike at the Shadow. But I saw a man, Moiraine Sedai. I saw a man, and what he did, cannot be, must not be.” “The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Lord of Fal Dara.”(2)

She tells him the Green Man is dead, a casualty of their battle, and the Eye of the World gone. There should be no more quests to find it. The final battle has yet to be fought (Rand stirs at this, but she glares him into submission), and then she shows him the Horn. When he starts talking about riding into the Blight with it, she yells NO! then explains calmly that the Horn must be carried to Illian, its place isn't here, it's at the Final Battle proper. She shows it to him only to let him know that their might is as great as any, now.

Seven days later, all the people of Fal Dara have returned, and the bells still ring. Rand is training at swords with Lan, who says he's doing well but he can't become a blademaster in a few weeks. Rand says he doesn't care about that, and he doesn't have a few weeks.(3)

Lan takes his leave, and Egwene has snuck up and asks where Rand is going. He doesn't know. She says he could come with the rest of them, they all have reason to go to Tar Valon, for long or short stays. He says he can't just wait around for some Aes Sedai to realize what he is and gentle him. Egg suggests he might try never channeling again, and Rand says he’d sooner cut his hand off than touch the Source again,(4) but privately thinks he might not be able to stop, since he’s never been in control of it yet.

Egg asks if he’ll go home. Rand wants nothing more than that, but knows he can’t go home yet. He has to find somewhere he can be alone, so he won’t hurt anyone. He tells her he’s going away soon, but not home, and wishes privately that she weren’t going to become Aes Sedai.

PERSPECTIVE: Moiraine finishes eavesdropping on Rand and Egg with a trick of magic she learned as a girl in Cairhien’s Royal Palace.(5)

“The Prophecies will be fulfilled,” the Aes Sedai whispered. “The Dragon is Reborn.”

The End of the First Book of The Wheel of Time

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(1) A stark contrast with the dying Green Man's grove. War means losing even when you win, something Robert Jordan would have understood all too well. (2) Mo knows Rand is no false Dragon, and what Agelmar saw was what must be. (3) Aw, buddy, what's so important? Running away from the only people who know, understand, and want to support you? (4) That sounds rather impractical, not only because you haven't been in control of it yet, but also because you have no idea you're the first, perhaps main character of an 11 000 page epic. (5) Hmm, so I've given away part of the game already by telling you her last name because of my desire to keep things tagged consistently. But, if you have the print or ebook version of the book, you'll also have a glossary. We saw Galad named Damodred, and his father Taringail. If you look up Taringail in the glossary, the first line is "A Royal Prince of Cairhien". So, Moiraine is some kind of relation to the royal family of Cairhien, is she? Close, do you think, or a more distant cousin kept at the palace purely through her name?

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Hi, love💌 Glad to see you stumbled upon my writerblr, stay as long as you like. Here's some tea and snacks. This is a warm, safe place for everyone.

I've recently published a very unhinged book, I post about the universe a lot here and feel free to see the book from the link underneath:

About me:

Name: Runo💌

Nationality: Finnish

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Sexuality: asexual, lesbian

Gender: nonbinary (she/he/they)🪩

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About my WIP:

Wip titles: Victorian Shannon Candy floss skies, Indigo skies, Obsidian skies

Genres: fantasy, adventure, horror, romance, ya fiction, lgbt+ and possibly something else I haven't thought of

General content warnings: mature themes/topics such as death, blood, violence, abuse, trauma, self harm, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes

The story begins with a manor in the middle of the woods. It's located in Ireland, in the city of Cork. There's a library there where you can travel back in time to Victorian Era. Something strange and mysterious happened at the time and my heroes and heroines have to figure out what it was. It's difficult because they might have found out something and they forgot all about it.

Our world isn't the only world there is. There is a numerous amount of dimensions, many unheard of, some known but still full of mysteries.

Mystery Shore is the biggest with a vast, whimsical forest. It's dangerous but breathtakingly beautiful with giant jellyfish floating about, planets and stars swirling and sparkling on your path and clumps of seaweeds growing about. The farther you go, the higher the trees and dangerous the creatures are.

Griffins fly above it all kindly searching for lost people. Whatever you do don't get lost. You musn't get lost. There's a creature who lures children away from the path and quickly devours them. The griffins protect you (oh, how beautiful they are with their large, multicoloured eyes and fur like the sunset, their feathers are silvery and gold and rust) but they can't be everywhere and they don't know the way out.

There's powerful, very strange magic in the forest. The older griffins have milky white eyes. If you gaze in them you'll see snippets of your future but beware, they may be hard to approach.

In the town you'll find narrow cobblestone streets, tiny colorful huts and bigger buildings with lofts in them, whimsical shops and a town square with people attempting to sell their assorted goods and services.You may find your way to Elora. With it's soaring cliffs, like shards of glass against the grey sky, it's roughly beautiful. People live in caves resembling honeycombs. There's a vast chasm underneath a hill with an abandoned manor. Bridges run across the chasm.

Echo Valley is a lustrous, emerald green valley with streams running around and colorful houses. There are fields of brilliant, scarlet strawberries and lilac lavender. There are whispers in the air. Remember they're not in your head. The voice just works differently.

Then, the most frightening dimension, Nightmare Valley. It hosts many demons. There are times when they run escape and there are people who'll set them strange and trap again. The dead appear in Nightmare Valley. Good people continue their journey, no one knows where and bad people stay in Nightmare Valley. There are exceptions of course like always.

If you're skilled enough at magic you'll be able see from our world to some other world for the worlds are in the same place in a way, just not visible. Some houses exist in many places at once.

The manor, I named it Étoiles Estate, is haunted. While time traveling, one finds oneself in one of the bodies of the ghosts. The experience is truly terrifying. You'll find yourself inside a persons's head. The person has been long dead. For centuries.

I have OC:s who are witches, dryads, demons, werewolves and people. There are different sexualities, relationships and looks among them. The characters are complex and unique.

The worlds tend to interwine, beware for you might not know what is real and what is simply an illusion. In our world there's a murderer. He kills simply for vengeance. He seeks retribution from people who have hurt him. He wields magic but rarely uses it as a weapon for he likes to see blood being spilled.

Aesthetics: cherry blossoms floating in the air, sweet scent of jasmine, flowers woven in hair, sunkissed skin, freckles like stars patterned on skin, eyes like the night sky, mischievous glint in hazel eyes, sunlight like dandelions pouring through the tree branches and leaves, deep sorrow, plunging you down to the depths of it but you rise again like a sunflower and face the sun, fighting because that's all you've ever known, laughter, pure happiness, loneliness, finding your people, wondering what you are fighting for, light filtering through stained glass windows, a castle looming in the distance, ruins of an empire who truly believed it would eternal, monsters and demons, who decided they were bad and humans good? Emerald hills, lavender fields, strawberries and sunflowers, summer, surfing, feeling butterflies tickle your stomach, feeling the gentle, salty ocean air on your skin, being outside looking in like you're in a bubble but you can burst that bubble, broken hearts but you heal, the sweet, powerful scent of pine needles in the air, soft, damp moss, magic, dark and light, look what you can do with your mind, a swish of red hair like fire, broken people like beautiful mosaics when they're put together, ravens, their obsidian plumage shining in the setting sun, soon replaced by a twilit scenary, the full moon (isn't she lovely?), the stars, planets swirling all around you when you set your foot into the woods with a bluish, enchanting glow, the lovely scent of rain in the air, the scent of coffee, bakeries, the girl who looks just like autumn, the boy who is pale and looks slightly ill, intending to set the world on fire, sometimes heroes die, the girl is a mere memory, a ghost now, the boy slowly burning, surviving childhood trauma, seeing beauty everywhere, a bustling cobblestone street, a lot of whimsical people, you swear you saw a child riding his father's shoulders had deer antlers protruding from his fluffy, soft hair, like clouds, illusions, nothing seems to be what it seems, you have your guard up at all times, the world can be dangerous but oh, how beautiful it is, making a wish upon dandelions and the stars, you saw a shooting star, hope, picnics, lying down on the grass, tucking a lily in your significan't other's hair, wisteria

A snippet:

A small girl with hair like a raven's plumage sits crosslegged on the hardwood floor of Étoiles estate's grand, darling library. There is a heavy book on her lap. She shuts her eyes. The pictures and the words of the tale dance across her eyelids. "Is it real?" a whisper escapes her lips. "Or just in my head?" Her eyes flutter open. Tiny figures, like shadows swirl on the yellowish paper. The girl watches them in deep fascination. "Define real", a voice reverberated around the room. Sunlight pours in the stained glass windows above the girl. The light dies the girl's delicately beautiful face in shades of cyan and indigo. A strange noice comes from the rafters. In alarm, the girl glances up. Something white and furry falls on the book. "Snow Queen", the girl sighs in relief watching as the cat settless on the pages and begins to cleanse herself. "You really startled me", the girl says maybe more to herself than the cat. "Hey, Li, you're not supposed to be reading anything scary." Suddenly wary, Felicia looked up to a pair of sky blue eyes. Henry runs his fingers through his tousled hair watching intently his little sister's reaction. "I know they're just stories", Felicia says defiantly. "They're not real."

"Still." Henry grins. "You wouldn't want to disobey orders, would you?" He takes a step closer which causes Felicia to flinch involuntarily. Behind her from the shelf, Henry reaches out and slides a book out. Felicia flinches as a sharp pain invades her back. "Oh, I'm sorry." But Henry wasn't sorry. He never is. It's never an accident either. Felicia leaps to her feet, leaving the book she was reading on the floor. With a few strides she's out of the room.

Henry watches as a raven flew over the pine trees. He regards his surroundings with ease like what he's about to do is a routine. Something a million people do every day. He flips through the pages of the book he's holding. Ah, what a blessing finding the book had been and he had found it in the library of his new family's home. His fingers hovered a few inches away from a sketch. It was an intricately drawn symbol with curlicues and inky swirls on yellowish, ancient paper. Light green, like the forest in the early spring when the sunlight pours in with silent, soft whispers, fog like vapour dances underneath Henry's fingers. He closes his eyes and lets the book guide him. He knows he's close to the clearing. He kneels down his fingers meeting the soft, mossy earth. "I seek thee", he breathes. "I seek thee." The ground vibrates slightly. Henry's hands curl into fists. Eerie, white fog rises from the ground. Henry's eyes flutter open but this time they're not the colour of the sky on a bright summer's day, they're pitch black. Why are you summoning me? The voice reverberates in tree branches and sends startled birds flying from them. You're just a puny human. "I'm not a human." Henry tenses up. "I want to be powerful." He sticks a crystal into the earth. It sends up a ripple or a crack through the dirt. "I want to find her."

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

This man's voice has a POWER over me I SWEAR

tws: yandere, mentions of n/sfw

tws (under the cut): very ddlg-esque vibes, sorta? infantilization, noncon

I'm sorry I get such strong daddy vibes it unintentionally went in this direction, hope that isn't too bad lmao

I’m working on all the prompts I’ve gotten in! I’ve gotten a few so I’ll be working on those.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's one that might be likely to misunderstand his feelings at first, think that he sees himself as a mentor or maybe even an authority figure, someone to guide you and teach you and serve as a dependable partner to your travels. As time goes on, and he begins to recognize how utterly flustered he gets around you, he's forced to acknowledge the actual feelings he has.

While some yanderes with a slight aloofness or pride to them get worse when in love, such as Childe or Kaeya, his drops completely. You bring out a softer side of him, really, one that's protective and tender and loving, so very loving, wanting to be around you, with you. He's certainly an obsessive, protective type, ultimately allowing his protective nature to get the better of him as he demands to know everything you've done, account for your location at every moment, constantly keep track of your habits, inquire about very personal details of your life. If he realizes you're bothered by it, he might draw back a bit, but he's convinced that that's just your perception, that it's necessary, truly, and not at all unusual.

Pet names. Particularly fond of love, darling, and angel. Sweet things that represent what you mean to him -- something precious, something to represent his adoration and idolization.

The primary form of delusion comes from a perception of you. He's obsessive, and idolizes you to an extent. He perceives you as pure, innocent, angelic. The thing is, this applies regardless of whether or not you actually are. If you are, it will solidify the idea, but even if you're not, he will find a way to see you so, anyway. No matter how wise you are, no, you're naive. No matter how capable you are, no, you're weak and fragile. No matter how experienced you may be, no, you're pure. He can always keep this delusion running by bringing into account age and comparison - you'll never be as strong as him, so you might as well be frail and weak. You'll never have lived as long as him, so really, do you think there's that much difference between you and a child, when compared to someone like himself?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Actually highly likely, and pretty quickly. As he observes you, it becomes very clear to him how very fragile you are, how naive you are, you are quite literally too pure, too angelic, to be living in this world with such beings as humans. Fragile, beautiful little things have a place where they belong - protected. Where do we put fragile, beautiful things? We put them behind glass, behind ropes, in pretty cages, in secluded rooms. It's only natural that you, too, need a similar environment.

He's one of the ones that will... Elegantly kidnap you, as odd as it sounds. He's not a brute that would do something horrendous like knocking you out or drugging you, no, he'll find an excuse for you to come to his abode, invite you in, and you'll walk in none the wiser. Only after your in, and the doors close, does he guide you to your new room, calmly explaining that he's come to the realization that you're too fragile to continue your journey, and ought to simply give up on your travels. He knows you'll be upset at first. Like a child being denied, you'll get pouty, moody, you might cry, you might lash out at him. It's predictable. He'll dry your eyes and calm you down, brushing off any harsh words you may have, holding your wrists in his hands when you try to push him away, softly reassuring you that it will all be alright, that you're safe now, and you'll learn to accept this with time.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He would want something... elaborate. He's a man with taste for the most beautiful of things, including yourself, and he won't settle for something as simple as a chain or ropes. No, that would be too simple and brutish, and you, one of the finest things in his life, deserve something equally beautiful and delicate.

He's one of the ones that would go to a great deal of preparation for your arrival. He'd have a room prepared just for you, very ornate, beautifully tailored to you -- the walls your favorite color, the bed made of the same material as your old one, and the whole room completely filled with things you're certain you never even told him you liked. Clothes that fit perfectly to your body. It's frightening how perfect it is, because you know he had to go out of his way to acquire the information to achieve such perfection, but you have no idea how.

Everything about it elegant and detailed, right down to the series of ornate locks on the door. They're some of the sturdiest available, made with essentially unbreakable metal alloys and the most intricate lock systems to date. The windows don't open, and he'd certainly find some way to ensure escape through them isn't an option -- perhaps metal bars, perhaps an unbreakable glass substitute, perhaps merely locating your new home right on the edge of one of Liyue's most beautiful mountains, so that if you were to go out the window you'd plummet to the earth below. He's a bit delusional, but he's not stupid, and he will think through every possibility. Every little detail he needs to keep you safe and confined.

He's certain that, perfect as it is, this room is all you will ever need to be happy. Should you desire anything else, he can bring it to you. You'll never have to leave.

So it goes without saying that it would be exceptionally difficult to escape him. You'd have to find a way through the locks, for which your best bet would be to get some hair pins or tiny writing utensils. Even if you managed it, though, which would frankly be a very difficult feat, you'll have to deal with staying free. Zhongli has ties to the people of Liyue as a whole, and needless to say, he has eyes everywhere. You can't risk appearing in the harbor area, there will be far too many people who would immediately report you, and you'd just be walking right to him anyhow. The surrounding areas also have ties to him, so you'd want to try and reach Mondstadt, as far as it is, which is a difficult travel by foot all alone. You won't get far. He's faster, he's wiser, and he will find you long before you could ever hope to make it there.

However, he's not quite as angry as some yanderes would be about it. He doesn't take your escape personally, no, he blames himself, only calculating his own mistakes as to how it happened. He sees you as something like... a little runaway pet, so naive and dull that you don't know any better than to go wandering off. Or perhaps like a child, just sheepishly curious and wanting to explore, not knowing the dangers of the world. Or, perhaps...

"I haven't been giving you enough attention, have I? That's why you pulled this little act of rebellion... you're hurt by my negligence and wanted to be reassured of my care for you. I'm so sorry... I understand now, love. This was my fault. I've been so caught up with work... I'll delegate some tasks to my workers, and I'll be able to spend more time with you from now on, alright? Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'll take full responsibility. I'll be sure to make it up to you... now, let's go home."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Much like Childe or Venti or anyone who has been around as long as he has, you really don't stand a chance. He's an incredibly perceptive man. There's not much to say on the matter, as any attempts will be quickly shut down.

He'd find it amusing, really. Like a child trying to lie, but the evidence is all over their face and hands - it's that obvious to him. It's cute enough that he almost hates having to discipline you for it, but, you have to learn.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He wants his little angel to be safe - and unfortunately, you, being so naive and empty headed, don't always know what's best for you. He knows rules can be hard to follow perfectly, but they're there to keep you safe.

Extremely strict, will want to monitor every moment of your life, every little movement you take, and will insist on watching over you in every task. He'll pick out everything you wear, everything you eat.

Occasionally, if you ask very sweetly, he may take you out for walks in Liyue. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking you to what he knows are the finest locations, shops with the highest level of craftsmanship, restaurants with a high price tag and reputable food. He enjoys showing off his refined tastes and discerning selective abilities. And honestly? There's a certain... Powerful feeling to knowing you're made aware of the costs when he makes high purchases in front of you... even if you don't realize he's not always actually the one paying for it, or that he forgot mora again but promises the owner to pay later - but he'll make sure you don't know that. You hear the numbers, and your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen. You'd nearly faint if that total was on your responsibility, and he knows that. Which is why he'll simply smile at you, and tell you you're worth every last Mora. He'll buy you nearly anything you may desire. It seems like leniency, but in reality, it's his subtle way of locking control and dependency over you, making you respect him, making you love him.

"Don't worry, love. It's not a lot... Not to me, at least. Even if it were, my angel only deserves the best, no?"

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Oh dear. Again, he's very strict, and wants to monitor everything you do, every little aspect of your life. He decides what you eat, portioning your meals to make sure you're eating enough, he worries about you going hungry during your travels, but luckily you'll never have to worry about that again. If you have a sweet tooth, he'll sigh and worry about your teeth and health, but he'll make sure to account for a little bit of sugar in your day, and will even pick up little treats from some of the most reputable places in Liyue.

He picks out clothes for you with each day. They're not... Normal clothes, per se. Certainly not what you'd normally wear on your travels. And it's not like anyone will see you except him - which is exactly why you'll have clothes he would never want anyone else to see you in. Frilly, lacey things, somehow both highly sexualized but also incredibly infantile, soft pinks, baby blues, gentle off-whites. They accentuate the curves of your body so perfectly, while just barely letting him see the parts of you normally kept hidden.

You'll have a schedule - a bath time, a bedtime, a wake-up time. He's weak to your requests, though, and may let you stay up a little late every now and then, or sleep in just a bit, if you make that soft pouting face and beg. He'll insist on bathing you, dressing you, so that you don't have to - and can't even if you wanted to - lift a finger even to wash yourself or put your clothes on.

He has a set of rules for you, very simple ones he hopes you can easily follow. No trying to leave. No doing anything dangerous. No talking to strangers when you go out. You must hold his hand whenever you're walking together, don't go wandering off.

He'll feel ashamed of the thought for a while, but eventually he'll cave and give into the desire, no, the security precaution, of a nice little collar for you. It's not too embarrassing, no, he went out of his way to find one that was delicate, almost like a necklace, made with fine materials, the engraving only visible up close. If you look closely, though, it clearly bears his name.

Breaking the rules is expected, he anticipates it. You're not the brightest, he might even view it as a mistake. A benefit is that you can easily pass it off as simply forgotten, or an accident. Hence, he's not too harsh - normally. He'll sigh, forgive you, and pat your head, contemplating how to prevent your access in the future.

Perhaps you wriggled out of his hand and ran off while walking? You were just excited, distracted, like a child. He might be able to procure a small leash, one that wouldn't be immediately obvious or embarrassing, to attach to your collar. Perhaps some cuff-like links to latch your arm to his.

You forgot the rule about not handling the kitchen knives and cut yourself? He'll have to get some kind of lock and simply keep them safely away from you. No big deal. Any measures are worth your safety.

If you push the limits, or have a defiant attitude, he might reach the point of punishment. As for not-unwholesome things, this would usually include taking away privileges, such as walks or sweets, but overall, punishment will mostly come in more impure forms.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Not too much to say here - he has connections. He doesn't need to dirty his own hands. For all his supposed humility, if he truly dislikes someone, they're no more significant than an insect to him. He has no reservations about ridding the world of people who, in his mind, are obviously trying to deceive you, abuse you, corrupt you.

Thankfully, he is very capable of keeping a neutral face, even when he feels laughter building up. It would probably look strange if he were smiling over the newest body to come into his parlor.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's a slow buildup. He views restraint as a virtue, and looks down upon those who lack control over their own tempers. He's a man who strives to meet his own standards of character, and that very much applies to self control and ability to maintain a controlled demeanor, even when he feels a bit of frustration due to you being intentionally and deliberately defiant.

It's his responsibility to be a good role model for you and make sure you understand how to behave. However, in the end, he's very keen on properness and rules. If you have a tendency towards brattiness and pushing your limits, you may drive him to a boiling point.

However, even when expressing his anger, he's remarkably controlled. It's very mature, really. Nonetheless, he will have you shivering and tearful with his voice alone, booming with that depth that reverberates off the walls, that vibrates against your very core. His true anger is one that can strike fear even in the most courageous individuals - he's terrifying when he wants to be, fierce and intimidating, a sort of power just eminates from him.

Nonetheless, it's quick, he calms down very quickly, wipes the tears from your eyes, and sighs.

"I do hate having to be firm with you... but I can't have you thinking you can just act however you want. You understand that, don't you?"

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Both? It's difficult to describe. You're an angel to him. You're the finest work of art, the most intricate creation, the kind of person whose body and likeness deserves to be preserved in art and tradition, one of those women who should be renowned for beauty even centuries long after you're gone from the earth. It's almost goddess-like. At the same time, there's a beautiful, tragic duality to your essence, he thinks. A fragility and a dependency that leaves you in need, but an inherent status of perfection that makes you deserve the utmost perfect of care. You need to be coddled, cared for, protected, but you deserve it. Like a deity incarnated into a mere fragile human form, a queen that needs support to retain her grace.

Unlike some, he doesn't view his care and protection as some kind of favor that should be repaid with your gratitude, no, really, he is grateful that he is the one who is even deserving of being your caretaker, your provider, your lover.

Even if he is the one who determined that he deserves that role.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's convinced that he can show you that he is your protector, your lover, that it's fate itself that has locked you together, not just his own will.

And he is, above all else, patient. One of the most patient you could encounter. You think a year is a long time? It's nothing to him. A century for you? More than a lifetime. For him? Nothing. He can and will wait, as long as it takes, and he will never falter in his continual care. He'll remind you frequently, he'll shower you in affection, but if you don't return it? It's not that bad. He has all the time in the world to fix you.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Moraless Sugar daddy

But in all seriousness, he is definitely of the gift-giving love language. He sees beautiful things, and beautiful things make him think of you! It's sweet, he thinks. So many little things he sees throughout his day make him think of you, and he has to have all of them, see your face when he gives them to you. He likes making you happy, for one, but he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sort of satisfactory pride he gets from the power dynamic of it all. He wants to be the sole source of provision in your life, he wants your dependency.

If we're talking prior to the events of the game, it will be even more extreme. He treats it like it's truly nothing, throwing around massive purchases, seemingly as if he's not thinking about it at all. But he is - rest assured, he's taking it into consideration, at least, that is, how it will affect your attitude and perception of him.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

On the reserved side. He'd never conduct himself improperly in public, of course. It's out of the question. He cares about proper behavior and public image, and he'd never behave in a vulgar manner.

Even in private, he's certainly one of the ones that struggles with a certain guilt. To some degree, he would feel like you're so innocent and pure that he doesn't want to corrupt you. He goes through stages. First, he'll lie to himself, telling himself that the feelings he has for you are simply protective, platonic, a natural sense of responsibility for you. That becomes more and more difficult to convince himself of, the more excited he becomes around you, the more he finds his eyes drawn to whatever bits of skin are exposed on your body, finding himself drifting off to impure thoughts, trying to push them away.

Second, once he's forced to acknowledge the true nature of these feelings, he'll simply practice restraint, something he's rather good at in this area. He tries, he really does. He tells himself he can't do something so impure, that it would violate you, that he should be ashamed of himself for it. It becomes more and more and more difficult to restrain himself with time, the feelings rising and the thoughts become more difficult to push away, eventually entertaining the fantasies in his head in an attempt to rid himself of the urge in real life. It doesn't work, no, it only makes the urges worse, and he can't be around you without his body nearly commanding him to do something. And finally, he'll take a different stance entirely, telling himself that, no, it's not going to corrupt you, rather, it's taking care of you. If he really wants to love you, really wants to care for all of your needs, then surely that would include your physical needs, and therefore, really, it would be wrong of him not to help you.

As that shift in viewpoints goes on, he'll become more and more bold, hands lingering just a little longer, face coming just a little closer. It's a slow build of tension, just waiting to boil over.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He understands you're nervous. Again, no matter how experienced you are, somehow in his head he makes it out to be insignificant. Even if you've had other relationships, he convinces himself - and tries to convince you - that they were inadequate, they didn't care about you, not like he does. And he'll treat it as that -- any resistance you put up is nervousness, nothing more, nothing less. He'll reassure you a million times that you won't feel pain, that he'll be gentle, that you'll feel good, even if his size and strength frankly is rather intimidating regardless of experience. He'll keep cooing in your ear, softly whispering reassurance, softly running hands over your skin, holding you in place as the last inch stretches you apart.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Infantilization

Again, no matter how smart, experienced, and capable you may be, you're none of those things to him. You're a fragile, little thing. He has to take care of you at all times. It may not be evident at first, and he himself likely doesn't fully realize it, but there is something highly sexual to this for him. Caring for you puts him in a position of dominance, control. It gives him access to your privacy, dressing you up, fingers running over your skin, bathing you, watching your skin glisten. He'll talk to you in this way, too, often softly, remarking every little way in which you need him, and even condescendingly so. He wants you to be his, not only in a sense of love, but of possession.

Oral

Primarily giving. Even on its own, he loves the taste, but the effect it has on you makes it that much better. He loves anything that forces you to depend on him entirely for pleasure, that puts you at his mercy. And he'll be torturous about it too, restraining your arms and legs so you can't control anything, hold your hips down so you can't roll into him, so that only he can determine exactly how much pressure and speed you get. And he won't rush it, no, he'll go so slowly it's torturous, and telling you very simply that if you want any more, you'll have to beg.

Edging

For a variety of reasons. The power trip is as exhilarating as it is pleasurable, but he also loves watching your body writhe. Each little muscle that moves under the flesh when your arms strain against his hand holding your wrists together, the convulsing of your stomach muscles, the way your toes curl and legs spasm and the sweet little whimpers you make when he draws back just short of your high. He's mastered watching your reactions, knowing exactly when to stop, even if you try to mask it. He'll want you to tell him, though, nonetheless, tell him when you're close, if for nothing else but the sense of you obeying his commands.

Collaring

Similarly to infantilization, it gives him something of a sense of control, of possession. He loves seeing his name engraved on it, marking the whole of your being with his ownership. In his somewhat rare moments of roughness, he'll want to pull on it, use it to draw you towards him, in a moment of your defiance, in particular. If you're being mouthy, whiny, disobedient, and you finally make him snap, especially if you try to walk away from him, he'll yank you back with force, pulling you close to him, and when the force of it shuts you up, changes your demeanor, forces you to acknowledge your submission - the satisfaction he'll get from that is incomparable.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

As much as he likes the idea, to him, you're already like a child, naive and fragile. Could your body even handle a pregnancy, a birth? He'd likely try to avoid it, but in the end, if it happened by accident anyway, rest assured you'd be getting the best care of any woman to ever be pregnant in Teyvat, and he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were always comfortable, taking his caretaking to another level, almost never even letting you get up, insisting you stay still and calm and needy.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be one to pull the "it doesn't hurt you as much as it does me" line, but really, even if he refuses to admit it to his own self, having you bent over his lap is just as much for his own enjoyment as it is a disciplinary measure. It's more humiliating than it is painful -- he'd hold back, afraid of hurting you with his strength, but taking in every little flinch and whimper you make as he brings his hand down on your ass, keeping your head pressed down, kneading at the flesh. He'd insist it's the most effective punishment measure, but you can feel the hard-on digging into your stomach. The worse the behavior, the worse the beating, but every time, after it's over, he'll hold you upright, wiping the tears from your eyes and asking you if you learned you lesson, if you intend to do it again, and smiling when you insist you won't.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your skin. It's beautiful, and he loves the way that light from the moon and sun look on your naked form. He loves the way your skin feels, soft and delicate, smooth, so paper thin and fragile, and so, so deliciously prone to showing marks from the slightest of harm - a simple smack can make the plump flesh darkened and reddened, the lightest suckling will leave beautiful hickeys all down your neck and chest. There are so many ways to mark his property, to stake a visible claim all over you, it's irresistible.

He also will go out of his way, when picking out all the things he wants you to wear, to find colors that best go with your skin tone, in a contrasting sense - particularly lacey, sheer things that contrast very well, so he can see your soft flesh perfectly defined against the little lace patterns.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

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sometimesiwrite · 2 years

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It's Normal for Hollywood: Another Contemplation

"So it was freezing cold that day, in the middle of winter. You do have to go into a bit of a dark place for a very, very long time to get through that.

"But thankfully, Chris [Fulton], who plays Rience, is such a sensitive actor. He's so able and willing to work out exactly my energy levels."

Joey went on to explain how gruelling the shoot was and how going to a dark place mentally stayed with him even after the cameras stopped rolling...

"It's really, really… It can be really draining, and you do go to bed that night with a lot of stuff floating around your head. You've got to drum up some really dark stuff in your head in order to go to those sort of places.

"But thankfully, I'm surrounded by people who kind of know me. You can easily just go, 'Joey needs a banana, and he needs it now, because his blood sugar's just dropped...'"

"But that was a tough day.... I can never let go of Jaskier until I wrap..."

I've been thinking about this interview for the better part of an hour. The comments on a twitter account saying that this is "par for the course" for Hollywood, that this is why actors are paid as much as they are, that this kind of treatment is to be expected. Those of you whose hearts are broken from reading this: don't let people convince you that this is okay.

If I had known this before watching Season 2, I would have boycotted it.

Informative rant below

For some actors, this kind of thing is helpful, especially if they have an easy job stepping in and out of character and they have a constitution that lets them just go, "Phew! Alright, that was crazy. What's for dinner?" If being tied to a chair for twelve hours in order to film a torture scene is something they want and need? Sure, knock yourself out. Let us know what you need to do your job the best way you know how.

For a lot of actors who are trained in live performance, unless they were trained with the American Method—which has since been deemed dangerous after the loss of Heath Ledger—aren't going to need twelve hours tied to a chair with no breaks in order to deliver a good scene.

The training we receive focuses on giving us the tools we need to wholeheartedly believe what isn't real, because when it comes to live performance, there's no editing, and we have to relive the same experience as often as eight times a week like it's the first time. So when we're stuck in one scene for twelve hours, living it over and over again, we can have a hard time stepping out.

My previous post went a bit into explaining how our breath and vocal training helps to intensify our emotional experiences, and allows us to expand them outward so that every last person in the theatre believes we are feeling what we're feeling. When a director tells us to go somewhere, we follow, we give everything, we go there.

A lot of people (including directors) believe that the job of the director is to push and challenge the actors to go to these deep, intense, sometimes frightening places. And that's partly true, we need someone guiding us, holding the string that leads us back into the real world so we can find our way back out.

That is why it is also the responsibility of the director to help the actor get back.

Any director who is going to push the limits of their actors as a direct, personal, and professional responsibility to help them come back into the room and leave the scene behind. And there are SO MANY TOOLS that exist, both in the performance and the mental health worlds, that can help an actor come out of an experience like this if anyone bothered to learn them, or better yet bring a professional onset and do a proper clearing. We need aftercare after something like this. We might be professionals, but we're still human beings, and there's only so much we can take for so long before we need someone's help.

Regardless of whether or not Batey was able to take a break (which I believe would have been possible), his mental and emotional health are the responsibility of the people challenging them, pushing them, stretching them.

There are people saying "That's why he's paid."

Bullshit. You think this kind of thing only happens to actors who get paid a lot of money? You think this ethical catastrophe is the result of people sitting down and saying, "We're paying him X amount of money, so we're able to do X amount of damage to his psyche"???

Hollywood sets the standards for the rest of the industry, going all the way down to fucking childrens' theatre and independent studio productions who see what the big leagues are doing and think that's normal. Independent theatre companies that don't pay their actors, student films that pay $50 per day of shooting because Hollywood is too busy hoarding all the money, leaving the rest of us to grovel for government grants.

When Hollywood hurts their actors, it hurts all of us.

#Joey Batey #Jaskier #tw Heath Ledger #tw torture #The witcher season 2 #the witcher netflix #bad ethics #emotional support workers are a thing #I teach emotional regulation for actors #there are so many things I could have done to help him #Fuck

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rcksmith · 3 years

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The Agreement part.2 — Kaz Brekker

Resume/Masterlist

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings of series: Convenience/arranged marriage, swearing, mention of fight, mention of death, mention of desire, fluff, sensual, mention of post-traumatic stress.

Warnings of chapter: swearing.

Word count: 4k

A/N: I hope you guys like.💖

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closet. Love you ❤️

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“What?!” Your exclamation came out louder than intended, and perhaps sharper than expected.

The salty sea breeze came through the window once more. The smell of salt and ocean invaded the room and for a second it felt like being in a ship's cabin at sea.

Kaz looked at you as if you were some child. Or someone deaf. But if he was swimming in acidic thoughts, he didn't say them.

"Think carefully." His voice was firm and explicit, the ones men use to convince women of something. “You want freedom, don't you? Live your life without having to fulfill a man's whims or your father's expectations. You wants to be able to snow on a ship without having a date to go back and make your own destiny. You want just needing to care what new adventure knocks on your door and what promise of wonders life awaits. It is not?"

How did he figure it out so well in such a short time? Was he too shrewd or were you too transparent?

You nodded, unable to say anything. Perhaps out of perplexity at how Kaz read you so easily. Or maybe the way he looked like an overpoweringly beautiful fallen angel in the moonlight.

“And the only way to do that is to get married.”

You frowned. “As I recall, Brekker, I came here just so I wouldn't have to get married.”

“And it's a stupid plan.” God, you wanted to kill him. “You asked me to have the Dregs take you to the harbor without your father's spies noticing. But it turns out your father's spies already know you're here.”

Your breath was lost somewhere between lungs and nose.

“Since you arrived, the noise from the Crow Club downstairs has become less shrill. And this is not typical criminal behavior. Either they have adopted good manners or someone they know they should fear has joined the Club.” Kaz sat more relaxed in the armchair behind his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on you. “I would bet on the second option.”

“So I came here for nothing?” You were starting to get angry at his beating around the bush. Because you knew it was manipulation. Brekker was laying the groundwork and you understood that.

“I did not say that. Turns out you can never get rid of your father. Not when he's a man with the purchasing power able to buy an entire country. There will always be someone who will recognize you, someone who will find you. And for the right price, the whole world is capable of being bribed. You would run away only to be chased by other spies, other people wanting the reward your father will give to whoever brings you back home.”

Very early on, you realized that Kaz Brekker was capable of crushing dreams as easily as crushing an insect. His destructive power was colossal and you saw all of your desires floating under his palm. Waiting just for him to brutally clench his fist and crush them.

But that's not what he did.

“You'll only get what you want if you follow his orders.” The breeze came through the window once more, ruffling her charcoal hair. “But if you can't defeat your enemies, change the rules of the game.”

“And is that where marriage to you comes in?”

“See it.” His body leaned very gently across the table towards you, it was a millimeter and ridiculous gesture, but it felt like him standing a breath away from you. “What you need is to get married. But marrying someone who doesn't give a damn about what you're going to do, and don’t have expectations of you. Someone who is not interested in home life, family life or Any other things you can offer other than money.”

Any other things you can offer. The night breeze this time was accompanied by an impure, almost obscene scene of the fallen angel in front of you on a bed of black duvets and caustic weather. A moment when the ends of his black hair brushed your forehead and your nose, moving back and forth as followed the rhythm of his hips and…

The sea breeze was gone, taking the obscene image with it and bringing back your common sense. For a second you wondered where that came from! You hadn't been in his presence for more than two hours and the entire compilation of what it was like Kaz Brekker, so far, had frightened you and attracted you in an absurdly dangerous way.

"And are that you came, I suppose." You hoped your voice couldn't give away your impure thoughts from seconds ago. “Do you want us to form an alliance where you receive my dowry and in return I am free from my father's demands and can do as I please with my freedom?"

“Alliance is a very strong term for what we are doing here.” He was succinct, “I would tell you to look at this as a business transaction. A marriage document is still just a piece of paper. And nothing else. Don't get carried away by sentimentalism. Things only have feelings if you want them to.”

Kaz was right, you knew that. For all your belief in true love and the many books romance novels you devoured, you still understood that a marriage could very well be seen as a business translation. It are a sad, cold way to see something so beautiful, but it still true.

“I have no interest in anything other than your dowry and you have no interest other than freedom. So what I'm proposing is something very sensible and objective. When we get married, your father will set you free, and you won't have any husband to please or any other crap. I don't want and don't expect anything from you, I don't care if you're sailing to Ravka or venturing on The Fold.”

“Do you want the money out of greed or despair?”

Kaz took a second to get a better look at you after that sneaky question. You had asked the correct question amid so many banalities and he realized that you were more cunning than you looked.

If he wanted to know your secrets, you also wanted to know his.

“A bit of both.” He was sincere.

“And what do you intend to do with my father's industries? Because you would win them too. And any misdirection could end up reducing my father's empire to nothing, and I don't want him to see the thing he loves most in ruins.”

Brekker heard the feelings in your voice. There was a hidden pang of hurt, but a lot of determination and honesty. You loved your father and understood him, even if you didn't agree with his principles. You had a fair and upright nature and were able to move mountains to get things done the way you thought was right. That was a red flag for Kaz. You were a good person. And he not.

He could never promise you things that go back to a good guy. But he could promise you honesty and justice. Kaz Brekker would never take something from someone the way it was taken from him so many years ago. He was a monster. But never in the same category as Pekka.

“I have no interest in having an empire doomed to fail.” His eyes were serious. “My motivation has always been greed. Why would I sink the company that is capable of making me such a rich man?”

He would have to be an idiot to let such a lucrative business go. And Kaz Brekker was anything but an idiot.

“Would you let me do anything I want?”

“I have no interest in what you don't or do.”

You hesitated for a second, as if remembering another detail. “My father doesn't believe in divorce, and even if he did, I would be pressured to remarry. Do you understand that we couldn't divorce?”

“I have no desire to marry again. And you might as well get other men you want without making a fuss, without your father finding out.” Always rational and objective. Without any inclination to the heart's desires. “There is no room in this world for feelings. Much less in this agreement. If you fall in love with someone you will have to be content with just relating to them, not getting married. And it seems like a small price to pay for so many benefits.”

It was the perfect plan. Did you know that. It was rational, objective and cunning. Something advantageous for both without costing too much. But why did you feel that something could go very wrong? You were a romantic person and you knew you could see things where they didn't exist. The truth was, you would have to leave your heart completely out of the picture.

Just a business transaction.

Brekker seemed to see a hint of hesitation in your eyes.

“It's very simple, Ms. Y/L/N.” That voice that gave you goose bumps hovered in front of you. “You marry me and you still have your freedom, because I don't give a damn about what you do after.”

“20 million from Kruges. Rich.” his eyes gleamed with a deep glow.

“And how do I know this isn't a trick?”

“I don't promise lies.” His firm face was serious “I won't give you happiness, Y/n. Much less love. Love doesn't exist in Kerch. But I will give you freedom, independence, a comfortable life that you are accustomed. And it seems to be much more than you have now.”

You knew you could be making a deal with the devil. Selling your soul to that man with the face of a fallen angel and the aura of Lucifer. But what choice did you have?

You couldn't go back if you sealed that deal. That man would be bound whit you, even by a piece of paper, for a lifetime. Was it worth the price? You didn't care for your father's press to want to be in the management and you had a lot more money than twenty million Kruges. What would you be missing? Your chance to marry one day whit someone you came to love? But if you came home without someone one day from now your father would marry you to a gargoyle. And the way out to flee no longer seemed a viable option.

Yes, it was worth it.

Seeming to see from the glint in your eyes that you've made a decision, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, reached out a leather-gloved hand toward you. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious spark, the scent of male cologne with a hint of danger lurking around the room. And for a moment, you felt a shiver go up your spine and the feeling that your life had just begun.

“Agree to marry me?” He said.

The feeling was that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. You didn't know what that little stunt with Kaz Brekker awaited you. But you would find out.

“Yes.” You took his hand in a firm, intense handshake that held a million secrets.

A satisfied, victorious smile came to his lips. And whenever Kaz gave him that expression, it felt like seeing the fallen angel that was the reason so many humans sinned. The clouds in the sky shifted, moving out of the moon's path and making the distilled rays of light shimmer more brightly. His black hair and white skin were graced with those bundles, and for a second his beauty was overwhelming.

You held your breath.

Brekker continued to say something, but you couldn't pay attention. Your heart began to race, the moonlight following in his footsteps as Kaz got up from his chair and went to fetch some papers from across the room. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His body was taller and thinner than you deduced when he was sitting down. Kaz had long, slender legs beneath black straight-cut pants, his chest was broad and his waist was narrow. For a second, you felt like running your hand over the contours of his body.

You shifted your attention forward abruptly. Focusing eyes on something else.

That was the curse of handsome men. They fooled women and made them daydream. With his underworld god beauty and mysterious aura with a touch of danger, Kaz Brekker was overwhelmingly attractive. And your blood reacted to that. Any woman would have reacted the same way.

“And we'll have to leave tomorrow morning…” he sat opposite you again.

“Sorry, what?”

You turned your attention to his words, not remembering half of what he said seconds ago. Kaz looked at you intently this time, squinting his eyes millimetrically, as if he was trying to guess which paths your mind had wandered in for the past two minutes.

“Your deadline is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?”

"Yes." You got back to the core of the problem once more. “The trip to my house takes a few hours. Half a day if it's raining.”

Kaz had his eyes on the papers in his hands, maybe they were maps or documents, but you didn't feel like craning your neck to see what it was. Leaning over to view the papers meant getting closer to Brekker, and two hours in his presence was enough for you to understand that nothing good would happen if you got any closer. Or maybe you didn't trust your own feelings and emotions.

“This will have to be done very discreetly.” He didn't look up from his papers. “If any rumors about our deal reach the wrong people, your father will hear about our plan. And that meant you will being forced to marry someone else, and me without my money. Does anyone know you're here because you planned to run away?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn't get to tell my friends. But now that the plan is different, I intend to tell a friend that…”

“You can't tell anyone.” Kaz lifted ocean blue eyes to you in an electrifying look that made you shiver.

“And what is supposed to say to my friends?” You felt a pang of indignation.

“That we are in love.”

This time, your breath was gone. The phrase was like pouring gasoline on an old, flammable woodpile. And you were afraid of what might be the match that would set off a fire.

Kaz noticed your reaction and was amused by it. “Just say some nonsense about falling in love with a criminal. It wouldn't be the first time a rich little girl has fallen in love with the bad guy, and I guarantee it won't be the last.”

“And you won't tell anyone about the truth too?” You wanted to change the focus you.

“I don't have to answer to anyone.”

This time you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms in an insolent gesture. “So everyone will think the infamous Kaz Brekker, Dirty Handes and Ketterdam's most dangerous gangster is in love with a rich little girl?”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at your teasing.

“It won't be the first time that the man with a bad temper and dangerous soul falls in love with the little girl. And I'm sure it won't be the last.” You said.

You were provocative, witty and stubborn. You would always hit at the same height and loved to show people that could very well play their game. Brekker unraveled this perfectly. You weren't the kind of woman who would be peaceful, serene, and calm. You wouldn't be like Inej. You would not take his orders and his taunts in silent, contained rage. You were intense. And that was a danger.

Why did he get the feeling you were so much more than he imagined?

“Let's go to your house tomorrow morning. Nine in the morning.” He changed the subject. “I'll go with you and we'll get married.”

"My father must be preparing everything by now." You sighed. “He takes his promises very seriously and I have no doubt that, when I returns, the ceremony scene will be set in the party garden.”

Partly you were relieved about it now. Planning a ceremony are intense and personal. You never really thought about getting married, but you always imagined that if one day it happened it would be the man of your dreams. And you didn't know if you would want to organize a fake wedding. There were certain things that were inevitable to keep the heart from breaking.

“Better yet, the faster the better.”

The two of you discussed some more details of the plan in the next few hours. It was agreed that Kaz would pick you up at nine from your hotel tomorrow, in an elegant hired carriage (which you obviously would be paying for) and the two of you would go to your house in Kerch. For all intents and for all people, the truth would be that the two of you were in love. It was such a typical cliché that it wouldn't be the least bit hard to believe.

And after a while, you two could already show yourself to the world as a couple who barely saw each other. Rich society was full of them: marriage with coldness and distance, where the man has his bets and lovers and the woman her travels and her jewelry. Your father would surely understand and leave you alone. After all, he had gotten a son-in-law to inherit his empire. A young son-in-law with blood for business who would make your father extremely satisfied. However, now the two of you had to look like a couple in love. And the reality of the situation was a secret that only the two of you would take with you to the tomb.

But, that night it was difficult for you to sleep. Anxiety, restlessness and fear gnawed at you like cunning mice, rolling you from side to side in bed, whispering in your ears millions of futures where everything could go wrong. Where not even Kaz Brekker's plans could free you from the clutches of one of your father's suitors.

When the clock struck seven in the morning, you jumped out of bed with unsettling, restless energy. You didn't like feeling helpless and waiting for Brekker to show up was exactly the definition of a princess in trouble. You had to do something.

- -

“What do you mean to get married?!” Jesper choked on his breakfast, and Nina nearly spit out all her orange juice.

Kaz rolled his eyes and continued sorting through the documents on the large round table. He was going to be gone for a few days at most and needed the people he trusted most to take care of business while he was gone. There were a lot of robberies to do and Kaz spent the night crafting and modifying plans for options where he wasn't involved. He had made a list of what needed to be checked at ports and what needed to be resupplied at Crow clube.

The plan was to marry you when they arrived in Kerch and return to Crow Club the next day. Kaz knew he would have to bring you, the two of you would have to stay together until your dowry was delivered to him. After that you could go on any adventure you wanted.

But dealing with the Crows was being more exasperating than Kaz could have expected.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Wylan was in shock.

"Nobody knew!" Nina and Inej had their chins on the floor. Matthias was the only one who didn't seem to care so much.

"I didn't know the affairs of my private life were your business." Kaz didn't look up from the papers he kept in folders for the stupid ones.

"But you never said anything." Inej said.

"It was the intention."

"It's with Y/n, isn't it?" Jesper had bright eyes and a gleeful gambling smile stretched across his lips.

Kaz looked up at the boy with chocolate creamy skin, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“She spent hours in yours office last night.”

"Oh my Santis!" Inej, Nina and Wylan exclaimed at once, eyes wide.

"The daughter of the richest man in Kerch." Wylan said.

"YOUR DOG!" Jesper clapped Kaz on the shoulder with an open palm, a loud laugh echoing and joy filling his voice.

Kaz suppressed the urge to look at the spot where Jesper had touched him. It had been years since he'd gotten over the most brutal aversion to touch, when the mere thought of getting close to someone made him tingle and dizzy with imminent fainting. At 28 years old, Kaz Brekker had proven to be greater than the demons and weaknesses that haunted him, wanting to see his downfall. A man who wanted to defeat Pekka could have no weaknesses. And he prided himself on almost have none of them.

However, offhand gestures made him look at the spot where he had been touched. The sensation brought was not unbearable or nauseating, but strange. And when the situation was skin to skin in a touch that caught him off guard, the feeling was unpleasant. Like a splinter under the skin.

It was easier with people Kaz felt comfortable with, but it wasn't something he cared about. He forced himself to overcome the most brutal aversion just to be a man without weaknesses, no chance of being defeated in a torture, no chance of being defeated by a faint. No for to touch someon.

“I thought you didn't know her in person when I warned you yesterday.” Inej tried to contain her little smile.

“It was the intention. You guys forgot the definition of secret…”

"Boss." One of the employees had entered that exclusive room. "There's someone here wanting to talk to you, Sir." He looked apprehensive.

Kaz frowned. The crow club had no movement at eight in the morning.

"Who is?"

"I think…"

"Will you please let me through!" The female voice sounded outside the room.

Jesper and the rest of the gang were wide-eyed, mouths opening in amusement and bewilderment. Kaz was catatonic. What the fucking hell were you doing there?!

"What do you mean I can't talk to your boss?!" And you continued. “I spoke to him yesterday...Don't give me these arguments, my dad tells his employees to tell people exactly that...I swear if you touch out about me again I will...”

"Fucking hell!" Kaz came out from behind the counter, crossing the living room and opening the door.

He came face to with that scene. A short girl who argued with a bouncer who was triple her height and size. Kaz knew the man was arrogant and macho, and had probably nudged your temper. He would have been amused by the scene if he wasn't abgry that you didn't follow his explicit rules.

“Ray.” Kaz glanced at the bouncer, a steady gaze that made the brute immediately back away from you.

You even gave the man an angry look before heading towards Kaz.

"What are you doing here?!" He whispered angrily.

"I couldn't wait." You wiggled your fingers, a tic of anxiety. “I could barely sleep. It was lucky I didn't show up at six in the morning.”

“That's not excuses. We have a schedule!"

“But I couldn't wait!" You whispered too. “It's visseral. I can't just sit there and wait!”

What an insufferable creature!

"Well, you'll have to learn because…!"

"What are you two whispering back there? “ Jesper's voice interrupted the discussion in whispers.

The two of you turned to the troupe standing in the doorway of the Crow room. Playful, mischievous smiles were plastered across their faces, and you felt your cheeks blush. Kaz and you looked at each other, and in that second of silent complicity, the two of you finally stepped into the roles of partners in crime.

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