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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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THE KNOWING SMILE. THE HAIRFLIP SHE DID RIGHT BEFORE SHE SAID THIS. CAPTAIN JENNA ORTEGA IS A WENCLAIR TRUTHER LETSSS GOOOOOOO WENCLAIR WARRIORS LETSS GOOO OUR CAPTAIN HAS SPOKEN

Link to the interview here and she drops this iconic line at 2:05

#CAPTAIN JENNA I LOVEEE YOUUUU #the pirate ship that is the S.S. Wenclair is so powerful….#its just SO FUCKEN FUNNY to me that all of the cast ships wenclair #they rlly said #‘love triangle?’ i sleep.#‘wenclair?’ REAL SHIT!!!!#and I love them so fucken much fer that #absolutely insane in the membrane #wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #jenna ortega

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mehoymalloy · 2 months

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Can't sleep thinking about Otohan.

Specifically, Moon Moms Otohan in their teenage years, and it's all @lavender-temult 's fault with their cute art.

Been doing a ton of worldbuilding for Sruwargas recently, so I'm thinking about Otohan attending the highly regimented and militarized public school, then going home to the temple to train even more. Gangly and taller than her peers because her growth spurt hit early, though it won't be long before everyone outgrows her.

Being taken under the wing of an older caretaker of the temple, one who holds very traditional (some would say archaic, maybe even barbaric) beliefs about faith. Who teaches Otohan from a young age that devotion is practiced, not felt; quietly proven through the scars she gives herself rather than the ones she's endured at the hands of others. The smooth spot on the pad of her thumb that most think is a birthmark but is simply a wound that never fully heals, the well from which a single bead of blood springs, brought to her lips to bless a prayer every time she kneels. The calluses on her fingertips built up, contraily enough, from rolling smooth, polished onyx beads between her fingers, because maybe if she cycles through all 24, over and over again, the Duskmaven will hear her. Devotion is practiced, and Otohan is diligent.

Thinking about the bright spot in Otohan's week being when she walks from the temple to the butcher shop, makes the trek five times, carrying a heavy bucket of blood in each hand for the temple's ritual pool. Each circuit hoping for a glimpse of Liliana, a moment to talk, the brush of a familiar mind that reaches back.

Thinking about the first time she happens to be around when Relvin is helping unload the caravan of hogs brought all the way up the mountain from some farm up north. He nearly stumbles face first into the glass of the display case as he rushes inside, and Liliana laughs lightly at him, though the smile she shoots him is so warm. Otohan breaks the glass of that display case a few years later, when Liliana tells Otohan she's leaving.

Thinking about those years in between, when Otohan tamps down their simmering jealousy because devotion is practiced and Liliana is their only friend that matters. The first time they all three hang out, skipping stones across the tarn, relaxing in a way the three of them, all grown up far too fast in similar yet vastly different ways, aren't quite used to, but savor nevertheless. Liliana the thin thread between Otohan and Relvin; Otohan's dispassionate sense of disappointment when she realizes she can't really hate the boy, because as he looks at Liliana in the glow of the setting sun, Otohan recognizes the look all too well. She can't blame him for loving her.

Devotion is practiced. Liliana looks at Relvin and Otohan forces herself to look away.

#never thoughts i'd touch a love triangle or a teenage one at that with a ten foot pole yet HERE WE ARE #maybe i can sleep now? please???#wip stuff #otohan thull #liliana temult #moon moms

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wildberryjams · 4 months

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Hello ♡ It's been a while!

It's been over a year I think? I haven't kept track tbqh

I'm not really back, because I want to be noncommittal as possible (since I have a tendency to disappear when my motivation to write does)

But this is me saying that I'm finally working on under the rose again! ♡

I'd all but abandoned it months ago, but yesterday I had a burst of energy and managed to write a couple hundred words. Tonight, the total is 1300. It's not much, but it's a start!

I don't talk about my personal life for many reasons, but this year has been one of the most difficult I've ever experienced. The last thing on my mind has been Will and Azul, as much as I wish they'd kept occupying every inch of it like they used to.

That spark is coming back, I think! ♡ (More in the tags since this is getting long)

#I have lots of plans for this story since what I have published is barely one third of the entire thing #It works in three acts if I'm remembering my outline correctly. I'm still re-familiarizing myself with it #But yes I do intend on trying to get part 2 of ch. 9 out in the coming weeks!#I also wanted to continue the Ruby x Bobby x Stef love triangle in a band au setting but I'm seeing that the app is gone?#I cannot even begin to describe how upset I am that S1-3 are all gone before I was able to replay properly #Not to do a sharp turn but it's been a very taxing year mentally and I want to start the new year off by trying to work on a resolution #Which is finishing a fic! I don't know if I'll finish it in 2024 but I'm determined to write as much as I'm able #Anyway I will still be a fandom recluse but I'm excited to catch up on all the writing I've missed ♡#Posting this and going promptly to sleep ♡ (Insomnia is a huge part of UTR's conception LOL)

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coquelicoq · 8 days

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👀 what kind of relationship do you have with the words viscosity, noncanonical, aggressive?

viscosity: we were friends once, in another life. or in this life, in childhood, in that way that your nostalgia for the old version of a person overwrites the potential of a connection in the present. we know both everything and nothing about each other. we are strangers. we grew up together.

noncanonical: i've only seen it from afar. i respect it but i don't understand it. it doesn't know i exist, but if we crossed paths it would think i was real. i would think it larger than life.

aggressive: almost entirely neutral. i think we shook hands once. i learned years later that it thought i was, quote, "cool". but i didn't even do anything except forget it almost immediately. i guess that's an attractive quality to some people.

#or to some words i guess. whatever #i'm discovering i might be in a love triangle with the words noncanonical and aggressive. typical 🙄#asks #not anon #fun with words #again none of this is a metaphor. but it's also obviously not literally true. it's something other than those two things #thank you for playing <3 #one of these days i'm going to get a full night's sleep and i'm going to read the things i wrote in my state of deprivation and be like #babygirl WHAT are you talking about <3

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ragnarlothcat · 2 years

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1/2 1/2 Pls talk more about your love triangle au! I’m so in love! Imagine Obi-wan, who has been in love with anakin for years, having to silently suffer as anakin regales him with more reasons why he & padme are perfect for one another. Anakin: “so turns out we have nothing in common, but! 1. Pads has curls! Like me! 2. She does her laundry on Tuesdays! Also like me!! 3. & she doesn’t /hate/ podracing & I love podracing!! SO!! (Or whatever the French 17th equivalent of podracing is).

2/2 Meanwhile Obi-wan: “I’ll keep all my emotions right here (in my poems), and then one day I’ll day 🙂”

Gladly, thank you!!! I'm so glad you're liking it because it's suddenly got a hold of me. I still don't know if I'll write it in its entirety because a) I have so many WIPs and b) it's not a time period I'm super familiar with. I know the broad strokes of 17th century France but I'm struggling with some of the details.

However, I did just write a little snippet from it. The backstory: Celebrated poet Obi-Wan used to be Anakin's tutor but now they are close friends. I toyed with making them the same age but the simple truth is that I'm really into older bearded Obi-Wan. So sue me! Here is the scene where Anakin devises his objectively terrible plan to win Padmé's heart.

Love triangle au (or whatever I'm calling it)

The doors to Obi-Wan’s study bang open in Anakin’s haste and he sighs at the sight that greets him. It’s a beautiful day outside: bright sunlight, flowers in bloom, birdsong whistling among the bustle of the streets.

And yet here is Obi-Wan, as always, hunched over his writing desk in nothing but trousers and a loose linen shirt with his windows shuttered and his eyes fixed on the paper before him.

This cannot stand, not when Anakin needs him so desperately. “Obi-Wan,” Anakin says reproachfully. “I have to talk you.”

“Can it wait?” Obi-Wan asks, scratching at his paper. “I’m nearly done this verse.”

“It cannot,” Anakin declares. “Obi-Wan: I’m in love.”

That has Obi-Wan glancing up from his manuscript. “What?”

Obi-Wan looks shocked, Anakin thinks, or maybe confused. His eyes are wide and very blue and he seems not to notice a bead of ink dripping off the end of his quill to spatter on the paper beneath it.

Anakin can understand the confusion. He’s never shown any particular interest in anyone before. He can acknowledge Aayla’s famous beauty or Rex’s rugged handsomeness but he’s never felt that spark, that warmth and longing and adulation that the poets say comes with romance.

Until now.

“With Padmé Amidala,” Anakin continues, and Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and turns back to his now messy page.

“Yes, Anakin, I remember. You were nine years old. She gave you a blanket and smiled prettily and you thought that was the same thing as—”

“But that’s just it,” Anakin interrupts, perhaps rudely. He cannot find it in himself to mind, not while he’s bursting with love and needs Obi-Wan, his dearest, most beloved friend, to share in it. “She’s back in town!”

Obi-Wan’s quill twitches between his fingers. “Oh?”

“Yes! Her sister is getting married and so the whole Amidala family came to celebrate. I had been training in the yard—”

“That does rather explain the smell.”

“—when I saw her. She looks exactly as I remembered when I was a boy. Like a princess, Obi-Wan, or an angel.” Anakin sighs wistfully and drops down to the soft red rug by Obi-Wan’s feet. “I even got to talk to her.”

Obi-Wan shifts so that his knee is no longer brushing Anakin’s shoulder. “Oh yes? What did you say?”

Anakin twists until he can lean his head against Obi-Wan thigh and peers up at him, upside down. “Well, I introduced myself, again, because she didn’t recognize me at first because of how much I’ve grown.”

Obi-Wan hums and Anakin feels it against his skull. “You are a great deal taller than you were at nine.”

Anakin laughs and smiles up at Obi-Wan. “Thankfully, or else my only sparring partner would be old Master Yoda.”

“You could do worse,” Obi-Wan replies, a smile in his voice.

“But after she realized who I was she very kindly asked about my studies and my training and so I asked her how she had spent the last eleven years and she told me about her family’s travels and how they’d been to the sea and I said I hoped she didn’t get any sand in her belongings because it’s impossible to get rid of, and I should know, and then—”

“And then?”

“Well, she was with her friend who said they really did have to hurry to make their next engagement. So she said her goodbyes and said she hoped we’d see each other again.”

Obi-Wan stares down at him and his eyebrows draw together, causing a funny little crease between the auburn hair. “That’s it?”

Something in Obi-Wan incredulous tone has Anakin huffing, suddenly defensive. “What’s wrong with that?”

“You had a two minute conversation with a woman you knew for a few hours over a decade ago, and on that basis you believe yourself to be in love?”

“Believe? I am in love!”

Obi-Wan scoffs. “I’m sure she’s beautiful. I’m sure she’s elegant. But what about her mind? Her soul? What does she do for fun, Anakin? Do you know her favourite songs? Her favourite poems?”

“You know I don’t care much for poetry,” Anakin says, bristling. Other than Obi-Wan’s, of course. As a rule he finds the medium too opaque, too layered in hidden meanings that Anakin cannot dream of parsing. “And anyway, what does that matter? I’ll have plenty of time to learn her favourite songs once we’re married.”

“Once you’re—Anakin, you cannot be serious. You’re only a boy.”

“A boy?” Anakin draws away from the warmth of Obi-Wan’s legs to kneel up and face him, outraged. “A boy? I’m twenty years old, Obi-Wan. I’ve seen combat. I’ve seen death. I know what I want, and I want her.”

Obi-Wan swipes a hard across his face and a lock of hair flops down to meet it. “I know, of course you do. I apologize. But Anakin, you can learn these important things during courting, perhaps. Why don’t you arrange to meet Lady Amidala and get to know her. Discover the woman beyond the soothing angel of your childhood.”

Anakin wants to bite back that he doesn’t need to know more about Padmé because she’s already perfect, already the most beautiful, kindest person who has ever lived.

But maybe Obi-Wan has a point. Padmé deserves to be wooed, doesn’t she? If Anakin is going to be her husband he needs to first demonstrate his suitability. They’re soulmates, surely, but there’s propriety to keep in mind, and Padmé is a lady.

“Fine,” Anakin agrees, slumping down. “How do I do that?”

Obi-Wan settles back in his chair. “How do you declare your intention to court her?”

“No, well, yes, but how do I actually woo her? What kinds of things do women like?” Obi-Wan is older and Anakin knows he’s had dalliances before. He knows what it meant when Obi-Wan showed up to their lessons slightly rumpled and smelling of perfume.

He hasn’t noticed that recently but then, Obi-Wan has been rather busy of late, throwing himself into his work. His most recent poem is still the talk of the town, a story of two tragic lovers kept apart by fate.

“How—Anakin, I know I was your tutor for a decade,” Obi-Wan says, frowning down at him. “But this really goes beyond what Master Qui-Gon wanted me to teach you.”

“Please? You’re well-liked,” Anakin says, biting his lip even as he says it. Obi-Wan is universally adored. He’s popular at court, with the other knights, with the servants, even with his rivals. “I just want her to like me.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze softens, just slightly. “I’m sure she does,” he says, and then stares up at the ceiling. “Just…talk to her about your interests. Your beliefs. Ask her about hers. Try to compliment her dress, Lady Amidala is well-known for her bold fashions.”

Anakin tries and fails to remember what she was wearing in the courtyard. He thinks it was blue, maybe? “I can do that.”

“Be personal, but not too personal. Compliment her wit, her beauty, but be sincere. Tell her—I don’t know, tell her why you like her, specifically. Anything you tell her will be fine, as long as it’s honest.”

Anakin cocks his head. “She reminds me of my mother.”

Obi-Wan blinks, once, and then heaves a sigh. “I stand corrected. You absolutely cannot tell her that.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” Anakin whines, falling forward and burying his face in the rough fabric of Obi-Wan’s breeches. “My mother was sick and I was so scared, so alone, and then Padmé was there and she was so beautiful, so shining—”

“Yes, I know, like an angel.” Obi-Wan’s hand tentatively drops down to Anakin’s damp, tangled curls. “Tell her that, then. Without comparing her to your mother.”

Anakin’s brow creases and he pushes back into the gentle pressure of Obi-Wan’s touch. “But I’m not well-spoken like she is,” Anakin complains, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Or like you. I can’t—”

Hang on.

Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan, who is saying something, and thinks. That's an idea, isn't it?

“—romance is about more than pretty words," Obi-Wan is saying, when Anakin bothers to listen again. "It’s about fundamental compatibility, about waking up every morning and looking forward to nothing more than your beloved’s company and their smile, about knowing that you’ve found—” Obi-Wan stops and purses his lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Padmé is clever and well-read,” Anakin says slowly. “She has an eye for beauty.”

“Yes, Anakin, but yours cannot be the—”

“—and an ear for it, I’d wager.” Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan, his mind racing. Obi-Wan is one of the most celebrated poets in the land. His verses win prizes, are quoted amongst the court, are passed around by the other knights who pretend they aren't moved, even as their eyes stream with tears. “She would love a poem dedicated to her,” Anakin finishes, eyeing Obi-Wan’s manuscript meaningfully.

Obi-Wan fails to hide a grimace. “Maybe, but you really have other strengths. Why not…sing to her? You have a lovely voice.”

“No,” Anakin says, shaking his head. “I need your help.”

“I spent ten years trying to teach you how to write, Anakin, I don’t know what you think I could possibly—”

“Not teach me,” Anakin corrects, pressing into Obi-Wan’s space fully now. “Help me. You know I have no talent for pretty words, Obi-Wan, you’ve read my compositions. But if you were to write something, on my behalf, mind, and I could present it to her…” Anakin pauses, lets Obi-Wan process—

Obi-Wan exhales heavily. “I’m not going to help you trick her, Anakin.”

“It wouldn’t be tricking!” Anakin objects. “The sentiment would be true, the compliments, the feeling behind it. Just the actual words would be yours. She’d never need to know but she’d be so impressed, she’d finally see me as the man I am now, as her equal.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again. “I just don’t think it’s a very good idea.”

It’s the best idea Anakin has ever had. Why can’t Obi-Wan see that? Anakin’s words aren’t clever enough for an angel like Padmé, but Obi-Wan’s? Padmé would have no choice but to be swept off her feet. “Please?” Anakin begs, “haven’t you ever been in love?”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks colour delicately and he averts his eyes. “That isn’t the point.”

“But it is,” Anakin insists, pushing closer until Obi-Wan’s thighs dig into his shoulders and the rug bunches up under his knees. “Remember how you felt then? How you’d do anything for her, how her happiness was the only thing that mattered. That’s how I feel now, that’s why I need you, Obi-Wan.”

“You don’t need me—”

“I do,” Anakin says, solemnly, and then tilts his chin so he’s looking up at Obi-Wan through his eyelashes, begging with his eyes like he did when he was a boy and he wanted Obi-Wan to let him do his lessons outside.

Maybe Obi-Wan’s thinking of those days too because his eyes go soft and hazy. “Anakin,” he says, like the repetition of his name alone will convince him of his folly. “It’s unwise.”

“Just one or two poems,” Anakin pleads, letting his eyes go big and sad, letting his lips settle into a pout. “Just to break the ice with her. I promise that’s it, just a few. You’d make me incomparably happy, Obi-Wan, if you’d lend me your gifts. I’d be forever in your debt, if you were the cause of my everlasting bliss.”

“Anakin—”

“Please,” Anakin says once more, desperately. “For me.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter shut and his hand drifts to Anakin’s forearm. “Fine,” he breathes. “Fine. But just a couple. Just until you—”

But Anakin doesn’t wait to hear the end of that sentence. He scrambles up from the floor and throws himself into Obi-Wan’s chair, which rocks back on two legs for a moment before settling down with a creak under their combined weight.

“Thank you,” Anakin says, nuzzling against Obi-Wan’s scratchy beard. “Thank you so much, Obi-Wan. You’re such a good friend, such a good man. I just know this is going to go perfectly.”

Obi-Wan’s hands settle against Anakin’s waist and he sighs into Anakin’s messy hair. “I’m glad you think so,” he says, resignation in his voice. “I, for one, have a bad feeling about this.”

#asks #anon #obikin #love circuit au #or love triangle #or off-brand cyrano #what was courting like in 17th century france?#that's for someone much smarter than me to know #i'm here to torture obi-wan psychologically for a bit #also i haven't decided if padmé is sleeping with sabé (the friend)#or if she's just too busy trying to make reforms at court to have time for anakin and his nonsense #i don't want her to be interested back because i am a baby about unrequited love #i'm not going to hurt padmé like that she deserves better #also sorry about the star wars quote i couldn't help myself #i'm weak

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crowned-clown-rising · 2 years

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Do you think Gwen ever gets tired of hearing his husband go on about Merlin?

Like, the are few moments in which they get to be actually alone and even being romantic and Arthur just has to bring up Merlin all of the time like… her patience.

Also on a similar note, remember in season 1 when Gwen had a crush on Merlin and then evolved into a completely platonic thing? okay what if instead we pulled from that thread between them and found ourselves a nice little ot3 sandwich?

#We could have a love triangle of support and caring and going in all direcions #gwen pendragon #arthur pendragon #guinevere pendragon #guinevere #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #mergwen #argwen #ah yes my husband who I sleep next to is dreaming with his servant and my former bestie #another day here in camelot #like why even fight it she knew what she was getting into from the beggining

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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You know what I love?

The fact that when shawns in an argument that could get physcial with a bigger man, that Kevin doesn't just put all his effort into holding the bigger man back. He makes sure to hold them both back equally.

He likes to preach its not the size of the dog but the size of the fight in the dog, especially when it comes to shawn because we all know he's like a rabid little Chihuahua.

And a little Scott, Kevin and shawn action for ya

It's cause kev knows size doesn't matter when it comes to shawn.

#im tired and trying to edit #let me have my scraps #i also hate my current finished edit so made a copy to edit to see if i can change it #its like two different love triangles and i cant wrap my sleep deprived brain around iy #so apologies #wwe #wwf #shawn michaels #triple h #kevin nash #scott hall

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tektologist-patchouli · 2 months

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i think i put mieruko-chan on my backlog after a post about it went around a while back, but i picked it up again yesterday and wow. new hyperfixation unlocked

#mieruko-chan #somehow i read the whole thing in one sitting despite already being sleep deprived when i started. all 55 chapters #its fantastic for so many reasons but i love that it gave me a reason to think up the phrase 'yandere tentacle yuri love triangle'

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taniushka12 · 5 months

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in a gender bent au I know barry would v occasionally kiss alan's cheek leaving kind of a lipstick mark and even though it wasn't the intention she'd be a kinda smug when alice acts weird abt it and alan defends her like honey relax it's just what girls do u_u. Do Not quote me on this

#I'm not maintaining this bc it's silly but #thinking abt these three on a really Not but also kinda low key love triangle is SO funny. To Me #also god what I wouldn't give to pull someone by the chin and mark them with lipstick. I miss it #tani's personal shit #anyway hi I'm trying to sleep But I Can't 👁👁#+ thinking abt... friends being slightly possessive of friends...

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