#☆•⍟•☆ Mariana // Mannerisms ☆•⍟•☆

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look at the dad.

then look at his step kids (who he sees as his babies, his children).

#* ooc. #i'm sorry i love this family #i've written lore about them #julio is the best dad to his kids bar none. #my man was willing to get them and their mother out of their shitty house #he couldn't because he got forced to leave + the kids' bio father made #them and maria (their mother) believe he killed him. which is messed up. #he raised them since they were little babies until they were six; cris got his mannerisms. :( #while kaia is really sweet and gentle like her papa #he also got to raise mariana a little but she doesn't remember. #valentina respects him #nohea sees him as her father too #like damn #i'm crying not you #he's the dad who stepped up !!

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OUTLAW (15)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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It had been two weeks later by the time any of the boys came back to tell you about the others. Yeosang and Seonghwa had been staying with Jongho and Yunho in the meantime, rather than going back to the camp. The whole thing with the outlaw and you, made you feel unnerved. Your neighbors would look at you like you were dirt, sneering when you would pass by.

You realized the only people who didn’t look at you a certain way were the ones who stayed out late at night. Word hadn’t spread far for the real reason why you were sent to the police station, but you already knew that whatever the sheriff thought of you was what he told everyone else. 

The girl who you had saved, you learned worked in the stables of your neighborhood. She was 17, only a year older than your sister. In fact, your sister expressed how they went to school together, telling you that the girl had always been shy but after the murders she didn’t dare to look at anyone. 

It made you upset knowing she was traumatized. You wanted to get to know her, try to make her return to normal. But going through something like that, you guessed it wouldn’t be easy. You sighed to yourself as you were brought out of your head with Jongho and Yunho walking up to the front desk. 

Yeosang and Seonghwa walked out of the office, coming to stand next to you as you leaned your torso over the wood. 

“We might have found something.” Yunho spoke up. 

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“Captain left a message for us.” The tall man leaned closer, glancing around to make sure no one was near. “They made tracks going one way but the ashes left from the campfire were blown another.” He explained. “They left in that direction.” His eyes found his friends, watching as they understood what he was talking about. 

“We have to find them.” You quickly said. 

“One step at a time, Love.” Jongho sighed. “Me and Yunho will take care of it, seeing as you all need to stay for work.”

Yeosang and Seonghwa both pursed their lips, realizing that they couldn’t just take off with a good enough excuse. 

“That's not fair.” You softly cried. 

“Honey, it's how jobs work.” Yeosang wrapped his arm around your waist, rubbing his thumb in a soothing manner.

“I'll find something to tell my parents.” You shook your head, turning to look at the man. “I have to go see them too.”

While you knew they were safe from the law in Cromer, it didn’t stop you from worrying about other towns being on the lookout for the outlaws as well. It was common for towns to be in the know about other crimes happening nearby. Who knew how far they had to go to find a safe place. 

“We'll come up with something.” Yunho sighed, watching as your eyes seemed to become downcast. 

You took in a deep breath, trying to come up with the best idea you could. The only issue you had at the moment was coming up with an excuse to give to your parents. There were a lot of things you could tell them, however it was best to create a full story just in case cracks started to show. 

Looking over at the boys, your eyes stopped on Seonghwa which caused him to look at you with wide eyes. 

“Seonghwa never told my parents where he was from.” You spoke up. “What if we say he has sick family in Dune. It's a few hours by horse. We'll be back in two days.”

They all began to think over the story, nodding to themselves when they saw it as a good excuse. However, while that would be able to get the boys free from work, they couldn’t guarantee your days off. 

“That settles our story, but why would you need to be going?” Yeosang questioned. 

“I'll tell them I'll be your navigator.” You quickly prattled off. “That you don't know how to get to Dune from Cromer.” Seonghwa raised a brow as you looked at him. 

His gave Yunho a side eye, trying to fight off the grin that threatened to overtake his lips. There were things you wanted to do in life and you would do anything to achieve them. At the moment, going to find the rest of the boys was all you wanted to do. It made heat bloom within his chest to see you care so much about wanting to see all of them.

You had four very capable men standing in front of you and yet, you knew that they felt lost without the rest of them. You couldn’t choose to stay with just one, you wanted to make sure they were all together. He had never met someone who thought of others needs before their own. You were selfless, and it caught all of their attention.

“You sure about this?” He asked you.

“I have it planned.” You smiled, nodding your head. “You two go to tell them about Seonghwa’s family. Once they accept your leave, tell them you need a navigator.” 

As they boys all took the moment to come to an understanding, they all set off in the direction they needed to. When the deputies went back to their room to gather their things, Yeosang and Seonghwa went to find your parents. 

When they came across your father in the saloon, deciding to ask him, seeing as he was the boss. With a smile on his face, Yeosang was the one who spoke to him.

“We would like to speak to you about asking for some days off.” The man softly asked.

“Oh,” Your father raised his eyebrows. “What is it?” 

“I got a letter that my grandmother is sick.” Seonghwa sighed deeply, trying his best to sound like he was worried. “She's currently in Dune where my family is taking care of her. I would like to go see her, just in case the worst comes.”

“Well, I mean of course. You can take however long you need.” Your father was a kind man. He knew what it was like to have sick family. 

Your grandmother left this world before your grandfather, having died of fever. Your grandfather died shortly thereafter to a broken heart. While your father wasn’t an only child, he was the only son and the eldest. His sisters left the home to care for their husbands, which left your father in charge of caring for his parents. 

It wasn’t Seonghwa’s duty to take care of his grandmother, but your father remembered how upset you were to lose your grandmother. If Seonghwa was as close to his grandparents as you were, your father knew how much it hurt to know they were sick. 

It pulled at your chest to know that it was all a lie. But when you returned, all you could easily say was that it was a normal sickness and that she would be fine in the following weeks. 

“Three days should suffice. It's enough to rest and travel.” Seonghwa continued on.

“Both you and Yeosang then?” Your father questioned. 

“Actually, we were hoping we could ask for a navigator. I don't really know the route to Dune from Cromer.” Seonghwa took a glance at you, watching as you came up behind your father.

“Well, I guess you can take (B/N)-”

“I'll do it.” You spoke up, a grin on your face as you looked at your father. 

“You?” Your father says skeptically.

“You told me to talk with Yeosang. I'll have plenty of time on the trip.” You tried to explain to him. 

“I don't know about that anymore, (Y/N).” While he did tell you to act buddy-buddy with Yeosang, going out for three days with two men was not exactly something your father saw as a good idea.  

“It'll be fine. I promise.” You told him, giving him a bright smile to show there was nothing to worry about. 

“Well alright.” Your father said slowly. “You all be careful.” He was looking at you, worry showing in his eyes. 

You gave him a hug, turning to give the boys a smile. “I'll go pack. We can leave in a moment.” As you turned to leave, your father was left with the two boys. 

“You boys better take care of my daughter.” He told them. 

“With our life.” Yeosang nodded his head. 

It took 30 minutes to pack up all you needed. With a tearful goodbye from your mother, you went on your way, riding on your own family horse this time rather than sitting behind Yeosang or Seonghwa. 

You sighed to yourself as you started your journey once you hit the road out of your family's estate. It was the first time you were leaving the house alone for a couple of days. You understood why your mother was upset, but also you felt like this was the first time you were someone. 

You had spent your entire life up until then doing what your parents told you to. You never went out when there was a curfew, never stayed with friends for sleepovers. Not that you ever wanted to do those kinds of things. You were living day to day, thinking that what you saw and did was all you were ever going to know. 

Meeting the boys really seemed to change the way you looked at the world. Things that you used to do in the past were so dull in comparison to what you were so used to. You had always known the kind of person you were, but having met the people you call friends now, put your thoughts into actions. 

You would have never dared to interfere with those thugs, probably living the rest of your life in guilt that would eat you away from not going to investigate. But they brought a sense of adrenalin into you. A push that leads you to want to be the hero in this story. 

“The ashes were blown that way.” Jongho showed you all where the fire pit was moved to point in another direction. 

You watched how the ashes were brushed to the side in one single direction and knew that had the wind blown away the ashes it wouldn’t look so clean. You pursed your lips, thinking about how anyone could have missed something like this. As you looked off into the direction the ashes pointed, you tried to map out the surrounding area you knew.

“There's a creek that runs off the river.” You called, pointing in that direction.

“The police of Cromer already checked it.” Yunho told you. 

“Yes, but they didn't follow along it.” You moved to climb back onto your horse. “Look around for more clues.” You told the others. 

“Are we just going to ignore that the way she bosses us around is actually really sexy?” Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips, watching you look around the area. 

“Who are you?” Yunho teased. “Wooyoung?”

It took a good 30 minutes of searching around the surrounding area of the creek to find something out of the ordinary. You came across a tree with what looked like bear claw marks on the bark. There were four slash marks going down the tree bark, but there were four more going up in the opposite direction. 

The first two marks seemed to be overlapping on another, creating an H that immediately stood out to you. “I think I found it.” You called over your shoulder. “It looks like bear marks.”

Yunho moved his horse alongside yours, raising a brow at the marks on the tree. “Yes, but Hongjoong leaves the scratches diagonal as well.” Yunho explained.

As you both looked around, you started to notice the trail of marked up trees. They all lead in one direction, making you smile brightly at the fact. “They're this way.”

You quickly tried to get your horse to move swiftly, feeling all the more hopeful that you will get to see the boys again. 

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Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Five - The Hard Deck

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping

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"Are you guys going to The Hard Deck tonight?"

Bob turned at the voice behind him. He'd scanned the room for her when he first walked into the café, but she wasn't there. 

He couldn't hide the surprise on his face as he turned around. There she was, in a black pencil skirt and a navy blue blouse. She wasn't in her usual sweater and Bob couldn't help but miss it. "You wanna come with?" He offered. 

Her smile was tight, barely a smile at all as she looked at him. She wasn't going to ask this soon, was gonna wait until she needed an escape. 

But the need for an escape came sooner than she expected. "I'd like that," she said, adjusting her grip on her bag. "What time should I meet you there?"

"Seven, at the earliest," Bob answered as he payed for his coffee and took it from Mariana. 

Her smile grew. "I'll be there at seven thirty." She ordered her drink, silently waiting for it. As desperate as Bob was for conversation, she didn't initiate it, staying quiet as Mariana passed her the hazelnut oat latte and rushing off. 

Not staying for her work break, like Bob was used to seeing. He followed her out of the café and climbed into the truck, watching from his mirrors as she walked down the street. 

He headed back to Top Gun, three coffees on the seat beside him and reader to force Natasha and Jake out to the Hard Deck. 

But he couldn't help but wonder, why not stay in the café for lunch? Why break her usual pattern of behaviour? Bob had been on the coffee runs for the two previous days, and each time she was there for her lunch break, sitting as she wrote. Each time Bob spent at least five minutes with her before he had to get back to Top Gun. 

Bob didn't know that she didn't get a lunch break that day, not when she had been over half an hour late for work. She didn't mean to be over half an hour late, but Ken had woken up in a mood and using makeup to cover up bruises took time. 

There was only so much her long sleeves could hide, and she couldn't wear a scarf all day. 

It was the first time Ken had utterly lost control like that, the first time she was forced to use makeup to cover a bruise. She had do doubt that she hadn’t done a good job this first time around, that some of the bruising around her neck was still visible. Just as long as it didn't raise suspicion. 

It was the slowest work day of her life. Yet, the end of the work day came much sooner than she would have liked. She packed up everything slowly and was the last one out of the office. Her walk down the street to her apartment was slow, her feet refusing to take her any faster. 

She pushed her way into the apartment. The moment she opened the door to the apartment, the smell hit her. Cheap beer, cigarette smoke and piss. Fuck, it was poker night. 

Several voices filled the room at once. "Hey Barbie," said several of Ken's friends. She looked towards the table full of Ken's friends and offered a weak smile. A shiver ran through her body when one of them whistled. 

She walked past the poker game, walking straight into the bedroom. Ken had left the door open, and the smell of smoke had ruined her sheets. She let out a breath as she shut the door and dropped her bag onto her bed. 

It wasn't the first time that Ken had hosted poker night and not warned her. Actually, it was a regular occurrence. She sat on her bed and pulled off her shoes. Even with the door shut, she could hear their shouts and their laughter. It only served as further motivation to get to The Hard Deck. 

As she unzipped her skirt, her bedroom door flew open. She let out a small gasp, keeping her skirt tightly held to her body. "Ken, what the hell?" She cried as he stared at her. The way he was staring at her, like he was a starving wolf. 

"You should come and say hello to everyone, Barbie," he said as he pushed the door shut. He strode over to her drawers and dug through them, pulling out a too short, baby blue and white skirt. He threw it onto the bed and pulled out a tank top. 

'Come and say hello' wasn’t literal when it came to Ken's friends. It was an excuse for them to cop a feel and eye her up. "I'm not doing this," she said and threw the skirt towards him. 

"Barbie-" 

"No!" She insisted as she grabbed her favourite pair of jeans. "I'll go and get you some more beer but I don't want the guys touching me, okay?"

Ken let out something of a laugh. She'd put her foot down with him only once before and he had pushed her against the counter top and threatened worse. She hadn't dared since. But, if he was getting beer out of it, he'd let her get away with it. "C'mere," he said as he strode over to the door. 

She tried not to come across as reluctant as she walked over to him. His touch was gentle as he stroked her cheek and pressed his lips against her own, his tongue down her throat. 

He left her to it and she quickly got dressed. She pulled on her jeans and the tank top that Ken had thrown her (Ken was an asshole, sure, but the tank top was cute). She pulled on her jacket, grabbed her keys and headed out. 

She couldn't stop herself from shivering as she walked to The Hard Deck. The sun was setting as she made her way. This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea. But, as The Hard Deck came into view, she realised it was too late to turn back.

She sucked in a breath, steadying her nerves, and walked in. 

***

"Come on, Bob," Jake Seresin muttered as he chalked yo the pool cue. "When if your little friend getting here?"

Bob surveyed the faces of everyone that walked into The Hard Deck. His eyes moved across everyone, but none of them were her. "She'll be here," he said as Natasha went to get another beer. "I know it."

Maybe five minutes later she walked into The Hard Deck. For a moment she stood by the door, trying to look for Bob. Sweet Bob. Bob who would never ask for her to let his friends have a grope fest. She pulled her jacket tighter and walked further in. 

Bob spotted her before she spotted him. "Hey!" He called as he walked around people trying desperately to get to her. Hey eyes lit up when she saw him, and Bob moved somebody he recognised from the class he caught at Top Gun out of his way. "You made it."

"I made it," she responded, releasing a breath. Her eyes moved to the Styrofoam cup in his hands. "What're you drinking?"

"Just water," he replied and finished what was in his cup. "Let's get you a drink."

Bob didn't expect her to grab his hand. But she did. As he led her over to the bar she kept a hold of her hand. "Penny!" He called over the noise. As soon as she recognised him, the woman behind the bar brought over another cup full of water. "What would you like?"

She told Bob her order and he put it on his tab. With their drinks in the hands, Bob led her over to the pool table, over to the pool table. There were eyes on her as Bob brought her to two of his fellow aviators. Well, everybody in this bar looked like an aviator. 

"These are my friends," Bob said as he gestured to the two playing pool. "Natasha and Jake." 

She gave them a wave and introduced herself as she sat in the stool that Bob had been occupying. Not that she knew. Bob didn't say anything, either. He just wore a blushy smile as he watched her shake Natasha's hand. 

But then it was Jakes turn. He held the pool cue as he sauntered up to her, that usual flirty smile on his face. "Hey there," he said, grin almost sly. "I'm Jake."

She took a moment to sip a drink, took a moment to answer him. But the she placed her drink on the table behind her (Bob was sure to keep an eye on it) and turned her attention to Jake. 

"We've met," she said , trying to paint a flirty smile that matched Jakes onto her face. "Good to see you again, Hangman." She held her hand towards him. "Try not to get me kicked out this time."

Jake laughed as he shook her hand. "Very sorry about that, miss. But you're here with Baby On Board, now. You're not going to get kicked out."

Bob's smile dropped from his face at that. His fists were clenched at his sides as Jake laughed. She turned to him, her eyebrows furrowed. "Baby On Board?" She asked and picked up her drink. 

"It's not Baby On Board," he muttered beneath his breath. 

The way Jake was looking at him, it was like they were back in Top Gun together. "What is it then, Baby On Board?" He challenged as he stepped towards him. 

Bob wasn't a fighter. Natasha knew it, Jake knew it, and she knew it. He picked up his water from beside her own drink and finished it one. Bob wasn't going to challenge, but he wasn't going to let his head fall in defeat. 

Suddenly she was on her feet, getting between herself and Jake. "If he says it's not Baby On Board, then it's not Baby On Board," she said, levelling him with a glare. 

Holding his hands up, Jake backed off. Things fell normal for a little while. She spoke to Natasha and Jake as she drank (Bob happily got her another drink when she ran out), the three of them learning about each other. 

When Natasha beat Jake, she gave her pool cue to Bob while Jake offered his to hers. But she shook her head and Jake went to play again (but Natasha took it off of him to play against Bob instead). 

"So," Jake began as she began her third drink. "Baby Bob tells us you've got a boyfriend."

"Don't call him that, dude," she said as she held her beer between her fingers. 

Jake raised his eyebrows at her. "Don't call him your boyfriend or don't call him Baby Bob?"

She glared. 

"Anyway, Bob said you've got a boyfriend."

By the time she replied to him, she had nearly finished her drink. "So what?"  She spat. She was trying to be nice, but any mention of Ken immediately changed her mood. 

"So, if you've got a boyfriend, What're you doing here with him?" 

Jake was an asshole. That much was clear to her. "Excuse me," she said and hopped off of the stool. 

Bob watched, completely missing his turn as she walked out of The Hard Deck. He thrust the pool cue into Jakes arms and ran after her. "Wait!" He called, moving around people to get to her. "Wait!" 

When Bob made it outside, he found her sitting on the sand. In the doorway, Bob watched her for only a moment. There was a slight breeze, but she had left her jacket inside. But she stayed sitting there, keeping her arms wrapped around herself. 

Slowly, Bob approached. 

"Hey," he called and she ever so slightly turned her head towards him. Bob sat on the sand beside her, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Are you okay?”

She sniffed and nodded her head. "You told Hangman about my boyfriend."

He breathed in and nodded. There were several excuses he could have come up with, but he didn’t want to. He didn't want to lie to her. 

And he didn't have to. 

"I asked you to come here tonight because I needed to get away." Her fingers dug into the sand. "When we started dating, everything was perfect. For the first few years, everything was perfect. And then we moved here together and everything changed."

She never would have admitted this sober, but she kept going. "We've lived her for a year. It's been a year of him..." she couldn't finish the sentence. 

Bob could guess. When she pulled her hair back, revealing her neck, he noticed. The lights from The Hard Deck that illuminated the beach were so bright, it was impossible to miss. Slowly, Bob lifted his hand, gently touching the skin on her neck. "Did... did he do that?" 

She didn't answer, couldn't answer. Her hands frantically patted her pockets. "I left my phone inside," she mumbled and stood up.

Bob stood with her. His gentle touch stopped her from running back into The Hard Deck. "Please," he whispered. "Talk to me."

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder. "Another time, Bobby. Maybe."

She pulled away, but she didn't move away. She couldn't, not with the way he was staring down at her. Bob was still as her hands travelled to his shoulders. She didn't placed them on his neck, didn't play with his hair, it would have been too intimate. 

She pressed her lips to his, kissed him. Why the fuck did she kiss him? But, even as the doubt went through her mind, she didn't pull away. And Bob didn't push her away.

He didn't want to. 

But he didn't move. As much as he wanted to hold her waist, he couldn't. She still had a boyfriend, even if she was the one kissing him. 

She pulled away and released a breath. "I'm sorry," she said, forehead pressed against his chest. "I just..."

She moved away from Bob, practically running back to The Hard Deck. She pushed her way inside and ran around the other patrons, getting back to Phoenix and Hangman. 

"Hey," Natasha said as she moved last them. "Everything okay?" 

She swiped her phone from the table and shoved it into her pockets. 

As she turned to leave, as she moved away from the pool table, she smacked straight into someone. "Fuck," she said as familiar arms wrapped around her. 

She looked up at the person holding her. Her heart sank. "Sneaking off?" 

"Ken." 

She could feel Natasha and Hangman watching as he squeezed her. The smile on his face was supposed to be sweet, not sinister. But it really was sinister. Ken kept wearing that smile as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Get your ass outside. Now."

She couldn't even turn around to say goodbye to Natasha and Jake as Ken moved her along. Embarrassment filled her as she walked past the other pilots, as Ken walked her outside, feeling like a prisoner and their prison guard. Because, really, what else was she?

The moment she stepped outside, her eyes met blue ones. The way Bob was looking at her, she couldn't stand to keep looking at him. But he kept watching, watching as Ken marched her towards the parking lot with his hand on her shoulder, grip bruising. 

It fucking terrified Bob. 

Scared him to the point where he had to follow. He couldn't leave her at this man's mercy, not with what he had seen.

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5 brazilian horror movies

since it’s october i wanted to make a post to recommend some of my favorite old brazillian horror movies. i tried to add links to watch them but not all have subtitles unfortunately! this is mostly in the order i thought of them, not exactly of content/quality/whatever. i haven’t watched many myself yet but i figured this would be a nice introduction to anyone who is interested!

1. as filhas do fogo (1978) dir. walter hugo khouri 

ana & diana are a couple who go on a trip to diana’s family estate - an old house owned by old money, german colonizers. there we learn about diana’s family, her controlling & wwii-obsessed grandfather who wanted to get away from everything and bought this land & her mother who commited suicide years ago. we also meet the groundskeepers who live there, including the mysterious mariana. a heavily atmospheric, dark (both in content & the poor quality of the available print..), quiet, haunting & wonderful movie. khouri was mostly disregarded by critics because he seemingly went against the grain: while directors at the time were documenting concerns re the brazilian working class, khouri was mostly in old big homes, filming the ennui of a middle to upper class. that’s not to say that his movies are without a critique, however, and as filhas do fogo is a good example of his cinema that was well aware of, not only the history of the country, but the current political climate of a dictatorship. besides all that, most importantly.. it is so creepy! this is my favorite from khouri (and not just because it stars a lesbian couple) and possibly my favorite movie on this list.

watch on archive.org (w/ eng subtitles)

2. barão olavo, o terrível (1970) dir. júlio bressane

in this lovely experimental film, bressane pays an homage to horror & insanity in a very brazilian manner. the titular baron olavo owns the home which is the central point of the film and the inspiration for bressane, who saw this 19th century house as a laboratory of light. there’s no central plot exactly, but a spectacle of colors, horror, tenderness, absurdity and indulgence.. i love it. and yes, maybe lesbians are involved too.

watch on archive.org (no subtitles)

3. estrela nua (1984) dir. josé antonio garcia & ícaro martins

a very recent watch, estrela nua is a movie that could be easily paired with perfect blue or any of those 2girls1persona films. carla camurati plays glória, an aspiring actress who is suddenly cast to substitute troubled actress ângela, who has recently died in a car accident. ângela was working on an incestuous erothic thriller, and as glória starts working on the film she begins to.. maybe blend with said dead actress?? obsess over her?? dream about/with her..?? you know where this is going. there’s the clear element of a film within a film in this, but as it ends we realize we might have watched more than a couple movies - and they all work. carla camurati & cristina aché are phenomenal and the great selma egrei (from as filhas do fogo) also shows up as a lesbian actress.. it's just so strange and good.

watch here (no subtitles)

4. excitação (1977) dir. jean garrett

i opted for his garrett instead of a mulher... even though i consider both great brazilian horror films. both lean heavy on the erotic (or rather, the pornochanchada) and deal with, among other things, The Gaze. but i think excitação’s atmospheric beach scenes fit this list better. helena's husband buys a beach house hoping that she'll be able to rest & recover from whatever has been ailing her (hysteria..? paranoia..?). there, she finds out the past owner killed himself and that perhaps is what has been haunting her.. or is it maybe all the electronics in the house? excitação is, as i said, incredibly atmospheric. helena is mostly isolated, away from her husband, walking around the beach alone at night. she looks and looks: at the sea, at beautiful women, at every possible machine around her. this is one for the psychotic women enjoyers. kate hansen is so good.

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

5. as noites de iemanjá (1971) dir. maurice capovila

as noites de iemanjá is in my mind reminiscent of 40s val lewton films like i walked with a zombie.. both in the sense of women at the beach & also the vital element of african religions/deities, in the case of this movie the afro-brazilian iemanjá. and also because while that is the background (and it is very important to the story), the movie centers women that aren’t exactly a part of said religions, even if they are influenced by them. it’s a mysterious one, i can’t remember much of the dialogue, but joana fomm is hypnotic in this. she plays a nameless character who goes to the seaside with the lover because she is ignored by her husband. there, they watch together a group of people making offerings to the sea, to iemanjá. after this her lover disappears. it’s another good example of the mix of horror, folklore and the erotic, so characteristic of these brazilian movies of the time. this one (along w/ as filhas do fogo) shows up on kier-la janisse’s folk horror doc and it was a lovely surprise! 

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

#recs #here's another halloween list from me #i feel much better tbh maybe the meds worked for once

[starrystrawb]

See now: Water Mother Nature. Water has been around as long as the planet has been. She will be here long after we are all gone. She is has seen it all and will witness everything that is to come. She is the depths of the Marianas trench, she has been the shallows of a back-yard creek.

On to the eco-tips!

1. A lot of phone cases are made of plastic. Even ones made of recycled plastic are well... plastic. But worry not friends! Some phone case companies take old cases and recycle them for you! Castify is one of them, and one that I regularly send my old cases to! To get an address to send the old cases to, email them on their website. Pack those old cases up, and ship them off to be reused! They even offer a discount on orders for sending them the old cases, and they take any brand!

2. Speaking of phone cases, Pela is a phone case company that makes compostable phone cases! They are made from plant material and are actually pretty cute. They are a bit pricey, so they're not for everyone. Other companies have similar cases that are made of plants, made from recycled plastics, or made in a sustainable and eco-friendly manner! Re-Castify is castify's version of this, ecoblvd also makes phone cases, and otterbox has a series called Core. And of course, keeping one phone case for a long time and reusing it over and over is always great!

3. Phone cases usually go on phones, so lets talk about those little guys! It feels like every year, the phone you just got is slowing down, dying faster, and is rapidly collecting more and more issues. Technology is always advancing, which is great! But a lot of the components in electronics end up being tossed in the trash. If you have things like old phones or tablets laying around, and you're unsure what to do with them, worry not! Research your options! Some places like zoos, tech shops, or second hand shops might have tech recycling programs. And of course, selling to a shop that refurbishes and sells tech is always an option. A lot of phone companies and providers have started offering trade ins! Don't feel guilty for upgrading, trade in, sell, or recycle your old phones, tablets, and other electronics!

4. Moving on from tech, lets talk about paper! Did you know you can make your own paper? It was a pretty popular trend in 2020-2022. You do need some supplies, like a blender, a picture frame, some sort of netting, and usually glue or tacks of some kind. But I've done it before, and it's actually pretty fun! You can even sprinkle seeds into it to make a card that you can plant! Google and youtube have some very handy and easy to follow tutorials!

5. Talk to people! Online, in person, over the phone. Everywhere! Share eco-tips (like we're doing here), talk about legislation, organize groups, everything! Keep each other moving and keep spreading information and helping others. It is so important to involve your friends, family, and community in eco-friendly living! We all share the planet, friends!

Base

#mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #water #digital art #drawing #procreate #base edit #base art #earth month #earth day #mother nature

[sexhaver]

If I remember correctly, isn't the deep sea creature posting like, until you get your gf a cat? Get a cat already! It's kitten season. Get 2 so they learn manners. Name them mariana or some generic nicknames thatre actually short for the latin names of deep sea creatures.

ok look. the issue is not that i don't want a cat. i love cats. i want a cat so badly (but not as badly as bailey because nobody loves cats more than her). the issue is that we live in an apartment complex that does not allow pets and has "evicted" cats in the past after seeing them sitting in front of a window. so we will need to move. and that isn't happening until [PERSONAL LIFE/FINANCE DETAILS REDACTED]. stop sending me anons like this and slandering me by saying i don't like cats

[sergeantxrogers]

Hi, I just read your latest work and it was great. Can you write about Bucky x reader are married. And reader is a plussize girl that has been insecure her whole life and she still is and is struggling to love herself and she doesn't think that she's enough for Bucky but she always pretends that she's okay and confident when she's with him.

Depressing. I know.

| carrying your love with me |

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Insecurities, slight allusions to fat-shaming, slight mentions of disordered eating, angst

Note: hi lovely! i'm sorry this took so long, i've been caught up in life for a few weeks, but i'm back now! your request hit home for me and i hope you enjoy it. thank you so much for reading ❤️❤️

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Mrs. Barnes?

You fidgeted your hands in your lap, running your nails underneath each other as your fingers trembled. You stared and stared at the marble tiling beneath your feet, lost in thought.

Mrs. Barnes.

You tried avoiding eye contact as best you could, knowing what to expecting if you looked up and met eyes with any of the other women sitting around you. You didn’t look like them - you knew that. You envied the way they sat in their chairs, crossing a leg over the other with ease, holding their heads up high. 

That should’ve been you. That could’ve been you, had you not been cursed with the need to unnecessarily binge eat and a metabolism slower than a sloth ever since you could think for yourself.

Instead, you were stuck with pants that fit a bit too tight, shorts that rode up and made your thighs chafe, and shirts that did little to hide your belly, no matter how much you tried.

“Y/N?”

This time, your name being called pulled you out of the vortex of your own mind, and you lifted your head with raised brows, only to be met with a slightly concerned smile.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, giving an awkward smile of your own. 

“It’s fine. I’m ready for you over in the first chair.”

Your hairdresser was a nice girl, short and petite in all manners of the word; her hands were dainty and soft, her black hair was cut short to frame her round face, and it seemed to you like her waist could fit inside yours at least three times over. Mariana was always kind to you, always chatted and kept up conversation, asking about any new happenings in life, spoke to you about her piece of shit ex - the usual. Yet even after coming to the same hair salon many times over the span of the past year, you still never felt quite like you belonged.

You walked over to the chair Mariana gestured at, and you refrained from clenching your jaw as you felt eyes on the back of your head. You tried telling yourself it was just your imagination, but after years and years of sticking out like a sore thumb in society, it was hard to ignore the feeling.

You sat down with a small sigh and let Mariana envelope you in the cape that always made you feel like you were suffocating, and she smiled at you in the mirror with her hands on your shoulders. 

“Alright, lovely, what did you have in mind for today?”

You pursed your lips to the side and shrugged. “I was thinking just a trim. My ends are completely dead so my hair hasn’t been growing.”

Mariana nodded, reaching around you to grab her spray bottle and comb from the vanity. 

What you had asked for only took about twenty minutes, which were filled with small talk about the brand of conditioner she recommended and the new puppy she adopted from the shelter. When she was finished, Mariana took the cape off and smiled at you broadly in the mirror. 

“Gorgeous,” she said quietly, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

You made to get up from the chair in the exact moment the bell above the entrance rang softly, and you looked towards the door in the mirror. A feeling akin to joy spread warmly through your body as you made eye contact with your husband, and the grin on his face was borderline contagious. 

Your eyes flickered towards the women sitting in the small lounge, their heads turned down toward their Cosmos and Vogues, but their eyes following Bucky’s every step as he made a beeline to you. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted, placing a kiss to your cheek, and it was only then that you noticed a small paper bag in his hand, which he extended out towards you. “Hope I’m not too early.”

You shook your head in response as you took the bag from him with a skeptical look in your eyes. “No, you’re fine... what’s this?”

He looked down at you with a small smile as you unraveled the top of the bag and peeked inside. 

“You didn’t have time to eat anything before we left,” he explained, and you felt your heart lunge. “I bought you a couple of muffins when I finished at the grocery store.”

You willed your breath to stay steady as you stared down at the muffins. They seemed to stare back at you, tauntingly so, with their chocolate chips and soft, golden brown skin. You looked back up at Bucky as you closed the bag.

“Thank you, honey,” you said, and you meant it. It was a considerate thing for him to do. He was thoughtful, it just wasn’t his fault you hated the way you looked.

Bucky smiled, one of his smiles that had his nose crinkling and eyes glinting as he looked at you, and he leaned down to place a short kiss to your lips. 

“Oh, Mr. Barnes! You’re just in time.”

The cheerful voice had both of you turning around, and you finally got up from the chair as Mariana reached the two of you. 

“Mariana, it’s good to see you again!” Bucky greeted her with a smile, and went in for a friendly hug. 

She laughed and gave him a quick pat on the back before pulling away. You told yourself you were overthinking it, that there was nothing to it, but the way Bucky’s hand lingered on Mariana’s small waist was not lost on you. Nor was the way his arms seemed to wrap around her frame perfectly, contrary to your hugs with him. 

They exchanged a few words, throwing in a smile and a nod here and there, but you couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in your ears. You stood there and watched them talk, and you felt like a stranger in your own skin. 

You knew Bucky loved you. There was no doubt about that. Yet, often times you couldn’t help but wonder: wouldn’t he be happier with someone like Mariana? Someone he could easily pick up, easily carry around, someone he could hug and have her disappear in his arms completely. Someone he could introduce to his friends and family and be proud about it.

You zoned back in to the real world when you heard your name fall from Bucky’s lips, and you blinked at him. His blue eyes twinkled in amusement, as if he knew you had just been lost in your own head, yet he didn’t know why. 

“Thank you for making my beautiful wife even more beautiful, Ri,” Bucky said to your stylist, though he was looking at you with a smile the entire time he spoke. You felt the blush creep up on you, and you rolled your eyes to disperse some of the embarrassment you felt.

Mariana gave a shrug, and her eyes fell on the paper bag in your hands. She pointed with a grin.

“Are those muffins from the bakery down on fifth?” she asked you, eyes glittering, and Bucky nodded in your stead.

“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “They’re Y/N’s fav-”

“You can have them,” you blurted out, shoving the bag in her hands. Mariana stared down at the bag, then blinked up at you and frowned.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” she asked, hesitation lacing her words. “If they’re your favorite, I don’t want to keep you from them.”

Your blood stilled in your veins. You knew that wasn’t what she meant. You knew she meant the best. But you couldn’t knock enough sense into your brain to see that she didn’t mean it like that.

“You wouldn’t be keeping anything from me, Ri,” you said, a slight cold tone biting the edge of your sentence. “You have them. I insist.”

She looked at you warily, then cleared her throat and gave you a slight smile. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Bucky seemed to sense the shift in energy, because you felt his touch on the small of your back, grounding you, bringing you back to the surface of whatever waters you were drowning under.

“Let me pay real quick, and then we can go,” Bucky said to you. “Alright, honey?”

You nodded, and he left you with a kiss to your temple as he walked to the front desk.

You watched him walk away, and you swore your blood switched the direction of it’s flow at the sight of him owning each and every room he stepped in. When you turned your attention back to Mariana, you found her already halfway through one of the chocolate chip muffins, and when she noticed your stare, she covered her mouth and smiled.

“Sorry,” she said when she swallowed. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

You smiled at her. It wouldn’t matter if she had or hadn’t had breakfast yet. Girls like Mariana could have breakfast three times and still deserve muffins from your favorite bakery on fifth. 

“That’s okay,” you reassured her. “I already had breakfast anyways.”

You lied straight through your teeth, right through the fake smile you mastered over the years in order to deter questions and steer conversation away from what made you most uncomfortable. 

And so what if you did lie? It wasn’t like you would die if you skipped breakfast or lunch a couple of times. Your body had more than enough of what it needed to get you through the day. You could skip breakfast and dinner altogether for an entire week and it wouldn’t make much of a difference. You would know; you tried it. 

Bucky’s footsteps sounded against the tiles behind you, and soon enough you were wrapped up in a cocoon of all things Bucky, his arm hanging heavy across your shoulders, the smell of his cologne dizzying your head. 

“Ready to go?”

You nodded. “Let me just get my bag.”

You walked over to the lounge area, avoiding the wandering eyes of skinny women sitting there in their cute outfits and airs of superiority, and picked your handbag up from the seat it occupied. 

With a sigh and a clench of your jaw, you turned on your heels. When you met eyes with Bucky again, and he gave you a smile he reserved only for you, you felt your heart melt. You swallowed nervously, but kept your head higher than before as you walked over to him, waiting for you by the door. Fake it ‘till you make it.

“Bye bye! See you next time,” Mariana called out and waved with one hand, muffin in the other. Your eyes flickered from it to her face, and you forced a smile on your lips. 

“Bye, Ri,” you waved. “Thanks for the trim.”

And you stepped out of the salon, out of the too-stuffy, warm atmosphere and into fresh air. The slight breeze cooled your cheeks and you took a deep breath.

“C’mon,” Bucky mumbled, and grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I parked the car over here.”

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“You feelin’ okay?”

“Hm?” you asked, absentminded as you poked at your rice with your fork. 

“Is everything okay?”

You lifted your head, locking eyes with Bucky, and you could see the concern flooding them, the soft furrow of his brows and the tilt in his head as he stared at you. You forced a smile to your face.

“I’m fine, babe,” you said with a nod, but couldn’t help letting out a loose breath as you turned back to your dinner.

You felt terrible. There was an inner turmoil conflicting you, deep inside your soul, and both sides of it felt completely out of your control. On one hand, Bucky had made you both dinner. He had stood in the kitchen for an hour and a half, cutting, chopping, frying, boiling, the whole nine yards, refusing to let you touch anything, claiming he wanted to do something for you today. You felt horrible not being able to eat what he had made with so much love and effort. 

On the other hand, you felt horrible trying to force yourself to eat. Why should you eat, anyways? You saw how well Mariana and Bucky fit together, how right they looked. Bucky deserved something like that, and you wanted to give it to him. 

Bucky stared at you. And stared. And stared. You were too wrapped up in your thoughts, with your head kept low into your plate, to notice the way his shoulders dropped with a sigh. He placed his fork down against his plate and rested his elbows on the table. 

“I love you.”

The sentence was quiet, and matter-of-factly. It coaxed a small smile to your lips.

“I know,” you replied.

“Do you?”

The question made you look up at him again, slight shock and confusion spilling over your features. “Of course I do.”

Bucky sighed again, blinking at you over his hands, resting under his chin. He said nothing for a few moments, and you were beginning to feel fidgety under his steely gaze. 

Suddenly, he slid out of his dining chair, and your eyes followed him as he stepped around the corner of the table, and crouched down next to you. Bucky took one of your hands in his, and brought it up to place a kiss to your knuckles. For a soft moment, the air was quiet around you

“I know what it looks like when someone hates themselves,” he murmured into your hand, and your heart jumped. 

“W-what?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Stop it. Stop acting like you don’t know what I mean. I’ve been there before.”

You knew he had. You knew it took him a long time to reach a place of happiness and acceptance that his life hadn’t gone smoothly, but that it was better now. Which is why you always tried your best to keep it that way, in any way you could. 

“Buck...”

You turned slightly in your chair, your fork clanging out of your hand as you brought it to the back of his neck. 

“I need you to know you’re enough,” Bucky said in a breath. “Enough for me, enough for yourself, enough for everybody else. There isn’t a single thing about you that I would change if given the chance. Not a thing. I love absolutely every part of you, physical or not. You’re so fucking perfect, and it hurts that you can’t see that.”

Your vision blurred, and as you stared down at him, his eyes still closed, you realized you’ve been stupid. Of course Bucky would notice if something was off. It was just the way he’d always been, in tune to your wants, needs, emotions, pet peeves. He could read you like an open book with you just so much as blinking at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered wetly, and he shook his head adamantly against your hand. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But I-”

“Nothing,” he repeated fiercely, and you sighed, bringing your face down to your shoulder to wipe away a stray tear.

You were silent for a second, then you sniffled, and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he echoed, and he opened his blue eyes with oceans trapped inside them, and he looked up at you. He was so beautiful, and it always took your breath away. 

“Now,” he started, rising to his feet after another short peck to your hand. “Can we please eat?”

Your eyes followed him as he went back to his seat, and you let out a long breath.

“Alright,” you finally answered, and he smiled. 

Bucky picked up his fork. So did you. He took a bite. So did you. 

He swallowed it. So did you. And then you gave him a smile. 

It was difficult. And it was unbearably hard to change the vision you had of yourself. But for him, you would try. 

For Bucky, you would try. And he would do everything to make it feel worth it. 

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[bee-bzz]

some Brazilian songs that represent some ppg couples because I think you guys are missing out on Brazilian music and I'd like to share.

(this is gonna be a long post so buckle up)

Blossick

"They tell me: the world is in your hands

I guess I let it go then

no, of course I don't love you

but in trying to forget you I'm already remembering us

and if I remember, don't answer me

I swear I don't love you, I just had too much to drink" - Não Te Amo (don't love you), Jão

"I won't talk about love, no

because I don't like anyone

if one day I did, what a shame

(...)

and I won't talk about your eyes

it makes me say the things that I'm afraid to

because they show me what I didn't want to see

and I won't even mention your mouth

I won't say I love you

after spending so long trying to hide it

and I don't even know what I'm talking about

every time I open up I give you an opening to fuck me up" - NÃO VOU FALAR DE AMOR (won't talk about love), Lagum

"Why did you never love me?

why did you hurt me

pretended, lied, never loved me

I wish I could tell you that I

never felt anything for you

I wish that I could uncry

the tears that already ran

and if it already ran (it'll dry)

and if it already dried (no one saw)

I will send it there, to the bridge that fell

this letter that doesn't say" Carta Que Nao Diz (letter that doesn't say), Mariana Froes, Rodrigo Alarcon, Ana Muller

Butchercup

"I like being immature with you

I like to give myself and get lost

I want to be able to nag you on your every manner

smoking anything, just to entertain myself

I risk my life just to see you

all of our youth runs through our veins

it's just, I'm weak, fragile and stupid

to talk about love

but if it's with you, I'll do it" Imaturo (immature), Jão

"The first time I saw you

something told me

"this is gonna end badly"

on the second time, I had the same impression

but I'm not one to listen

to my intuition

it's like something between chaos and stress

but that kind off messes me up

in a good way

baby, don't make me crazy

because I already am

it's just, there really should be a test

anything, a simulation perhaps

to avoid getting into a trap

instead of a relationship

you tell me you hate my outfit

and I really love your dress

when I have the chance to take it off

you tell me that you love me

and I hate you

in a strange way

because nothing is weirder than loving" - EU TE AMO (I Love You), Lagum

"Tell me you hate me

but say you don't live without me

I'm a plague

miss "no shame" from your garden

you're jealous

but you love to watch me dance" - Bem-Me-Quer (He Loves Me, like from the "he loves me, he loves me not" thing), Rita Lee

Boomubbles

"I made these blues for Bia

but Bia won't come and hear

I won't censor the beauty

it's in her nature

living loose around here

I composed sweet melodies

so she would be moved by them

I rhymed with melancholy

my day-to-day without Bia

but Bia doesn't care" - Blues Pra Bia (Blues for Bia) , Chico Buarque (he's like a father to me)

Note: translating this man's songs is almost sacrilegious. Please go listen yourself to at least feel the vibe a little bit. He's a master of lyricism.

"Whoever sees you walking past me like this

doesn't know what suffering is

having to see you in this way

always so pretty

contemplate the sun of your eyes

losing you in thin air

in the certainty of a love

thinking of myself as nothing

because without your kindness

I feel so alone

I drown myself in loneliness" Anna Júlia, Los Hermanos

"Love of my life

from here until eternity

our destinies were traced since maternity

cruel passion, unbridled

I bring you a thousand stolen roses

so you can forgive all of my lies

and all of my blunders

exaggerated, thrown at your feet

I really am exaggerated

I adore a crafted love" - Exagerado (exaggerated), Cazuza

#Spotify #ppg #powerpuff girls #rowdyruff boys #ppg blossom #ppg brick #ppg boomer #ppg butch #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #blossick #butchercup #boomubbles #ppg reds #ppg greens #ppg blues #Brazil #Brazilian music #chico buarque #los hermanos #rita lee #lagum #Jão #cazuza #mariana froes #rodrigo alarcon #ana muller

[razberrypuck]

obligatory qsmp zombie au thoughts that have been swimming in my brain (except its a little bit charlie/slimeriana centered bc im a sucker for them)

zombies are (more or less) the same functionally as normal zombies, but significantly more... sludge-y. as the infection spreads throughout the body, anything that can rot is overtaken by a disgusting, slime-like substance (jrwi fans think victims of the black sea). this substance, in its "purest" form is bright green; however that color may change when mixed with rotting flesh. this substance is extremely maliable, sticky, and can stretch quite far- but should not be handled without proper protection, as infection can and will occur.

direct contact with this substance is the only way to be infected by it. however, when an individual is infected, after a certain point slime will begin leaking from the eyes, nose, and mouth, as well as any wounds the individual may have.

behaviorally, changes don't typically occur until the previously described stage. then, infected individuals will become noticeably more hostile. an individual won't lose their sentience in full until the infection reaches the brain.

charlie slimecicle is patient zero. my man cannot catch a break. because of the manner in which he was infected, he seems to be partially exempt from the behavioral changes the other infected show (hostility comes and goes, essentially. he's usually able to control himself.) charlie is missing his left eye and entire right arm and shoulder; the latter has been replaced entirely by slime (though he usually wraps bandages around it to cover it up). he also as a large gash on his forehead, above said missing eye.

the first group survivors were originally two groups that merged into one (the two train groups minus charlie). the "eggs" are children they found about a month after joining forces. they split up the work of raising the kids between them, but it is very much a "it takes a village" situation. the brazilians and french are small groups of survivors that found and joined the larger group at later dates.

anyway uh at some point, somehow, juanaflippa is separated from the group. for almost a full month, no one has any fucking idea where this kid vanished to, and many are convinced that she died- but surprise, she didn't! eventually she finds her way back to the group, with a new friend in tow. another survivor, they think-- until they get a better look at him.

enter patient zero. as it turns out, flippa got very lucky, being found by charlie. injured and being hunted down by a hoard, he saved her life. it didn't take long for flippa to figure out just how infected he was, and how much danger she was in just being AROUND him- but he was kind, and took care of her as best he could in the month spent searching for her makeshift family. she was the one who insisted he join her when they found them.

it took a little bit of convincing, but they didn't immediately kill charlie. but, for fear of possible infection (though she had no way of spreading it if she WERE infected) the adults very strictly instructed the rest of the children to stay far away from flippa, and charlie as well. mariana, though relieved to have flippa back, was in the same boat regarding charlie's presence. they tended to argue a lot- but flippa still insisted upon being around him, so he and mariana spent more than enough time around each other.

I don't have many specific thoughts after this point yet but like. I have so much brainrot over this ik I don't normally post abt au's but I NEED to share this

if you have any ideas for ANYTHING w/this (absolutely doesn't have to be centered on the characters I talked abt specifically) even if it's just possible worldbuilding PLEASE add on I would love to hear more ideas!!!!!!!

#qsmp #qsmp au #qsmp charlie #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #[au title pending :)]

[goingferalapparently]

The Cursed Team: A Discussion

Cursed Team Mechanics:

One team is cursed. If the cursed team loses, say goodbye to all of your lives and eggs. What team is that? Can you figure that out? No. So make sure you do your best to win. But if any of the other teams win, they can pick some of the eggs to come back with you.

How I understand it:

If the cursed team (left unknown/unknowable) loses, all islanders lose their lives and all eggs except those chosen by the winning team.

Likely, the islanders losing their lives is in taken in a non-literal manner. Otherwise, there is a story in place for the world beyond permadeath.

(i.e. Lives as Livelihood versus Lives as Living)

Possibilities favour the first option, due to the line "But if any of the other teams win, they can pick some of the eggs to come back with you." They will likely return to Quesadilla Island.

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Summary of Tickets:

In Order: Fit, Etoiles, Quackity, Roier, Iron Mouse, Bagi, Forever, Maxo, Antoine, Kameto, Rubius, Mike

16, 8, 27, 11, 7, 1, 15, 17, 20, 33?, ?, 5?

In Order: Tubbo, Pierre, Tina, PacTW, BBH, Pol, Luzu, Lenay, Nihachu, Mariana, Missa, Rivers

25, 4, 14, 21, 3, 6, 30?, 28?, 29, ?, 19, 22

In Order: Ph1LzA, Foolish, Cellbit, Slime, Jaiden, Baghera, Felps, Carre, Wilbur, German, Vegetta, Willy

18, 9, 10, 12, 23, 13, 26, 2, 34?, 32?, 31?, 24?

Modified Tickets (*): Quackity, Philza, Slime(, Wilbur, Vegetta)

Loading screens (**): Mouse, Philza, Roier, Baghera, Cellbit, Etoiles, Foolish, Jaiden(?), Maxo

Observer's screen (+): ElQuackity, Cellbit, Etoiles, Jaiden, Maxo, Slimecicle

All *, **, and + are in Red and Green.

There are 4 +/** pairs. There are 2 +/* pairs. There is 1 */** pair. There are 4 lone **s. All + and * are paired.

For Red and Green, all "?" tickets are at the end of the list. For Blue, the "?" numbered tickets are scattered in the middle.

Green and Blue have 3 "?" numbered tickets each. Red has 4 "?" numbered tickets.

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Update:

There are 4 +/** pairs. There are 2 +/* pairs. There is 1 */** pair. There are 4 lone **s. There are 2 lone *s.

All members of Red have tickets via the modpack. Blue and Green lack one each - Rubius (makes sense) and Mariana (?? he even showed up before the event he just didn't get one).

In RGB, the * Tickets are split 4-1-0, the ** Islanders are split 5-3-0, and the + Islanders are split 3-3-0, averages are 19.5-14.545-18.273

Tickets in order by Team are (in groups of 5 for easier viewing): GRBBG BGGRR GRRBG GGRBG BBRRB RGBBG RRGR? ?

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Green Team: Pomme (3), Richarlyson (2), Ramon (1*)

Blue Team: Dapper (1*), Pomme (1), Chayanne (1), Richarlyson (1)

Red Team: Leo (2*), Richarlyson (2), Pomme (1), Chayanne (1), Tallulah (1*)

(* - All parent(s) of this egg are in this team)

(Bold - Eggs that have clips posted pre-event)

(Note: Only counts parents as given initially. e.g. Richarlyson is the child of only the 5 Brazilians who came by cargo ship.)

All three Bold eggs are in Blue Team.

Each Team has at least one egg whose life hinges solely on that team. Red Team is the exception with two eggs.

Green Team has 3 eggs and 6 egg parents in a 1:2 ratio. Blue Team has 4 Eggs and 4 egg parents in a 1:1 ratio. Red Team has 5 Eggs and 7 egg parents in a 5:7 ratio (greater than 1:2 but less than 1:1).

Green Team's Pomme is the only egg with 3 parents on 1 Team.

Of the remaining parent pairs from the initial event, Leo's parents (Foolish and Vegetta) are in the same group while Chayanne's parents (Philza and Missa) are in different teams.

Of the parent pairs whose eggs are deceased, Bobby’s parents (Jaiden and Roier) are in different teams. JuanaFlippa’s parents (Slime and Mariana) are also in different teams. Tilín’s parent (? Quackity) and Trump’s remaining parent (Maxo) are both in Green.

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The Egg War:

Red Egg - Tallulah*, Dapper*, Ramon*

Blue Egg - Chayanne, Leonarda*

Green Egg - Pomme, Richarlyson

Red and Green's Eggs have connections to all teams. Blue's Egg lacks a connection to Green Team.

Blue Team's egg is set up to be killed by Green Team in terms of emotional connection.

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Update:

Blue Team's egg got? Removed before it could be killed? But Green Team was the one dealing damage there.

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Picking Winners:

Following the logic of the following,

If the cursed team (left unknown/unknowable) loses, all islanders lose their lives and all eggs except those chosen by the winning team.

Richarlyson and Pomme will never die. Due to the split of eggs by parents, at least two eggs will die if the cursed team does not win. The choice between eggs thus falls to the following:

Green Team: Ramon (1*)

Blue Team: Dapper (1*), Chayanne (1)

Red Team: Leo (2*), Chayanne (1), Tallulah (1*)

If Green Team wins, 4 eggs die (Dapper*, Leo*, Tallulah*, Chayanne). If Blue Team wins, 3 eggs die (Ramon*, Leo*, Tallulah*). If Red Team wins, 2 eggs die (Ramon*, Dapper*).

Note: This assumes that the eggs chosen to return belong solely to the team they come from. If there is a limitation to the choice of eggs that is under 5, the choice of non-self, non-cursed winner becomes Green, followed by Blue, as opposed to the current Red, followed by Blue.

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Anomalies:

Green Team:

Only team to have 3 parents of a single egg in a team

Has ElQuackity, who has contact with... something Purgatory sabotaging something, I'm not sure

Has literal fallen angel Rubius, cast down from the heavens by.... Angel Cucurucho???????

Egg War egg is made of the two community eggs (Pomme, French + Richarlyson, Brazilian) and has connections to all teams

Blue Team:

Only team without fancy tickets

Only team without a loading screen (that I could find)

Only team not featured on the observer's screen

Has Luzu

Has the least egg parents

Egg War egg has no link to Green

Has exactly one parent from each egg that sent a message

Was split up during the Egg War

Red Team:

All members have a ticket, or at least a ticket designed for them, whereas Green has Rubius and Blue has Mariana

Has the most eggs directly linked to their members

Has the most (2) eggs whose parents are solely on one team (excluding deceased eggs)

Egg War egg is made of the three surviving eggs with single parents (Tallulah, Dapper, Ramon) which each has a connection to a separate team

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Ideal Strategy:

The options for all teams are as such.

1. Win and guarantee that they can choose their eggs to be brought back. (Works regardless of who the Cursed Team is.)

2. Let one of the other teams win in hope that that team is the Cursed Team.

3. Figure out who the Cursed Team is.

When offered a choice between a chance to achieve community-wide goals and a guarantee to achieve a personal goal, the rational self-interested individual will work towards a guarantee.

This situation is reminiscent of a cartel game - of the Prisoner’s Dilemma - but with more stakes involved. Please search it if you want to know more, I am not looking at that. A fun one to look at is "The Evolution of Trust" - the Prisoner's Dilemma is the basis of the game.

The gist of it is that sabotaging each other is always the better option in terms of self-interest, though a socially optimal outcome can be achieved by working with each other. The achievement of the socially optimal outcome is reliant upon trusting each other not to sabotage the operations. Therein lies an issue already, as ElQuackity was sent to sow chaos or something.

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For Further Consideration:

The Cursed Team criteria is phrased weirdly. Usually, it would be expected that if a cursed party were to win, everyone else loses.

We only know what happens if the Cursed Team loses, not if they win. This is a loophole that may be exploited by the Observer.

“If the cursed team loses, say goodbye to all of your lives and eggs.” While the direct implication of saying goodbye means to lose in a permanent sense, taken literally, it could simply be an exchange of words.

“But if any of the other teams win, they can pick some of the eggs to come back with you.” The implication is that the eggs will be brought back alive and the eggs not brought back will be killed. There is no guarantee that this will be the case. The eggs brought back to the main island may be deceased and the eggs left behind may not necessarily be killed.

The Cursed Team could be a team not of the three existing RBG teams. In that sense, it could be non-existent and a ploy to encourage fighting, it could be a completely separate party acting as a benchmark, it could be a combination of members across the three existing teams.

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Straightforward Conclusion:

The order of preferred winners in terms of minimal egg death (taken at surface level) is as follows - Cursed Team, Red Team, Blue Team, Green Team.

The most likely Cursed Team is (if the Cursed Team is one of the three) Blue Team (has the most anomalies).

#qsmp theory #qsmp purgatory #ramblings #sun qsmp posting

[bourbonificould]

Context being like... David and the others aren't around I guess and Javi still has Kate, Mariana and Gabe. Carver is still crazy as hell, but this time he's running a city and not a store.

#twdg #the walking dead game #telltale the walking dead #twdg javier garcia #carver twdg #poll time #twdg poll #my polls #polls

[staytinyville]

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Cowboy AU / Wild West

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You were placed at the back of the group as the boys gathered all the needed materials to break into city hall through a window. You were trying to calm your breathing, wiping your sweaty hands along the material of your trousers.

You could hear the crickets chirping in the grass and the lanterns lit up through the thick fog that was casting over the town. It was a bit past midnight, the boys wanted to make sure all the occupants of city hall were asleep as well as most of the citizens. Fewer witnesses as they said.

“Hey, look at me.” Hongjoong spoke up, pulling your chin. “You can back out and we won't be upset.” He told you.

You turned back to the other boys, seeing Yeosang and Wooyoung ready at the window that was pried open. “It's not that.” You shook your head. “I'll get over it. Promise.” You gave him a reassuring smile, moving forward to the three boys who would help you.

“Get ready, Sweetheart!” Wooyoung grinned, grabbing your hand and leading you to the window. “Ladies first.” He told you, allowing you room to crawl in.

As you lifted yourself up, you got caught on the sill at your waist so you had to wiggle some to get over it. However, as you were wiggling around, someone’s palms were quick to grip onto your cheeks to help push you into the room. When you fell with a thud, you quickly composed yourself to see who the culprit was.

“Wooyoung!” You whisper-shouted, looking at the grinning boy who was climbing in.

“Sorry.” He laughed, stepping into the room. “I couldn't resist.”

Before you were able to get the chance to retort something back, Yeosang had made his way through, shushing both of you. With a quick nod back outside the window, he led you and Wooyoung out of the office you broke into and to the hallway.

“Which way?” Wooyoung asked.

“This way.” You explained, having known most of the layout for the building.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough for one to have trouble finding what they needed. It was only two stories, but the vault was placed directly in the middle of the first floor behind the front desk. When you made it to the large silver doors, Yeosang quickly walked up to it and moved the lock dial around for a bit before turning back.

“Wooyoung.” He called the boy.

“Going!” Wooyoung singsonged.

You watched as he placed his ear to the door, moving the dials a certain way and very slowly. As he heard clicks behind the metal, a grin began to make its way onto his face the moment the last click sounded.

“Got it.” He called, shoving the large door open.

You took in a deep breath as the sight of piles of money seemed to come into view. You slowly walked in behind the two boys, eyes on the paper. Your shoulders suddenly dropped as you thought about all of this going to the wrong kind of people.

All of this could be used to help out the orphanage or the fishermen at the docks or the farmers who supplied the city with food. But yet, here they were taking the money in an illegal manner to give to them yourselves. You knew this money belonged to the people who worked here, but the taxes were in place for a reason. Maybe they didn’t need to be so high, but it was too late now to return it all to the right people.

“Let's get this show on the road.” Wooyoung clapped his hands together, dropping multiple bags onto the floor.

You snapped out of your stupor before quickly moving to fill the bags full of bills that you had never even had the chance of seeing in person. Who knows how someone was able to get that kind of money. But you still moved along with Wooyoung and Yeosang, filling bag after bag.

In total, you got a good amount of bags as you all tried to carry four at a time back to the window.

“Watch it!” Jongho whispered-yelled at Wooyoung who poked his head out.

“Then move!” Wooyoung replied. “You see me throwing bags full of coins—obviously it's going to hurt.” He crawled out of the window as he threw the last of the bags out.

“Shut up, you two.” Yunho glared, flicking both of them on the forehead. “Let's go.” He instructed, each of the boys trying to take as many bags as they could.

“Here's the list of people who deserve the money. We'll meet back at the camp in an hour.” Hongjoong told everyone, allowing them to pass the list around

They each spoke who it was they would be giving it to so that they didn’t come across the same person. San told you he would go with you to the orphanage, followed by your family's hotel as you were going back to the camp. Hongjoong assured you it was alright for you to separate money for them. At least just enough to help them get through the winter months, just in case.

You sat behind San on his horse as he made his way towards the orphanage/church that was stationed near the hotel. You could remember always going out to play with the children as a child. Back when, things weren’t so tough in making new friends. However, as they grew up and you started to have a mouth on you, the nuns seemed to have a problem.

But you still cared for the children who were dropped off. Still came to help the nuns with some of the babies, even if they did hold some kind of harsh feelings for how you acted. But they weren’t about to reject free help.

You got off the horse the moment San came to a stop, pulling on some bags to reach the porch of the church. They had a confession box outside, so you thought it was best to place the money there. You hid it under the bench just in case, looking up as the wooden cross stared down at you.

You started to feel sick to your stomach. You were never a religious person–only going along with what your family had to say at church. In fact, this was the same church you came to every Sunday. You weren’t forced into the religion, and your parents didn’t care if you were or not. The only reason they ever made you go to church was because they didn’t want people to talk bad about you.

But that still didn’t mean you never listened in during the session. So when you finished putting the money in its safe spot, you bowed your head. Rushing back to San, the boy gave you a kind smile, helping you back onto his horse.

You did the same thing at your family's hotel, dropping off the money into the mailbox before taking off to the camp to meet up with the others.

“Alright, phase one is done.” Hongjoong told everyone once they arrived. “Now we wait for tomorrow.”

“How was it, Darling? Your first heist!” Seonghwa laughed, pulling you into a hug from behind.

The others began to crowd you, watching you with a smile as they waited for your response. “It was scary but exhilarating.” You told them. “I wish I could see the faces of the kids when they wake up.”

“We always wish that.” Hongjoong spoke up. “Let's get to bed, have a tough day starting in the morning.”

And so the next morning, you and Yeosang had been walking hand-in-hand in the town square, waiting for something that would tell you both that they had found the money. And the moment you saw all the policemen rushing towards city hall and heard people gossiping around the area, you knew it was the perfect time for others to move along.

“So it begins.” You told Yeosang.

“Let's get the others.” He told you, giving you a nod of his head.

Yeosang was quick to get the rest of the boys as they all gathered together at the edge of the town. They had split up into their groups, telling you to go with Hongjoong, Mingi, and Seonghwa just in case things got ugly at Quaid’s house.

You were placed on watch duty outside in the front of the estate. You made sure to keep a distance, just in case someone asked you why you were waiting at the mayor's house. However, from what you were able to notice, people seemed to be in a rush towards city hall. You kept glancing around, trying to seem as though you were occupied with the gossip rather than waiting for someone to show up.

Your face quickly turned into worry though as you saw Quaid’s carriage pass by. And while the mayor wasn’t going to be with him, you knew the judge was heading towards his house. Running to the back of the large house, you shouted out to Hongjoong, who was in Klein’s office.

“Captain! Quaid is going back to his home.” You told him.

He had some papers in his arms, but he quickly snapped his head to look at you. “I’ll get the others. You try to delay him.”

With a nod of your head, you took off towards one of the boy’s horses. Coming up with some kind of solution quickly on the way, you took off in the direction of the man’s carriage. He had been close to reaching his house before you pulled the horse to cross his path in a hurry, making it seem as though the horse was spooked with something.

“Hey! It’s okay! You’re okay!” You tried to calm down the horse, actually startling it from almost colliding with the horses pulling the carriage.

“What’s going on?” Quiad asked as he looked over the driver’s shoulder.

“Sorry, you honor!” You yelled over to him. “My horse was spooked by something and seemed to have gotten in the way.”

Your eyes moved to the side, watching as the captain and the boys trotted along the path, minding their own business. Seognhwa gave you a subtle nod when he passed you, causing you to do the same. Turning back to the judge, you watched as he seemed to have waved you off and went back to clenching his jaw.

When the boys began to push their horses into a run, you gave the judge one last smile before following along with them. You just hoped Wooyoung had enough time to see them pass and warn the others.

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[liviavanrouge]

Twst Duchess, Cobra's wife

Name: Duchess(Twisted from Aristocrats Duchess)

Gender: Female

Age: 38 years old

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Voice Actor: Akeno Watanabe

Introduction Line: "Be careful, little one and remember ladies don't run."

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Star Sign: Capricorn

Birthdate: January 5th

Home: Land of Pyroxene

Species: Cat Beast

Occupation: Teacher

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Favorite Food: Seasoned medium cooked fish

Like(s): Time with Cobra and her triplets

Dislike(s): Cobra scaring Thompson

Dominant Hand: Right

Hobbies: Teaching manners

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Legal Guardian: Duchess Adelle Bonfille

Husband: Cobra

Son(s): Toroune, Rio and Maron

Daughter: Mariana

Father-in-law: Mandrake

Mother-in-law: Night

Stepsister-in-law: Thea Vanrouge, River, Springlily

Stepbrother-in-law: Lilia Vanrouge(Married to Thea), Duke, Wolfsbane

Niece: Livia Vanrouge, Ella, Meena Vanrouge, Jubilee Vanrouge, Willowbrook Vanrouge, Dawn Vanrouge, Iguana Vanrouge, Lily Vanrouge, unnamed nieces

Nephew: Copper Vanrouge, Circuit Vanrouge, Wolf Vanrouge, Crowley Vanrouge, Dusk Vanrouge, Owl Vanrouge, Noble Vanrouge, unnamed nephews

Adoptive Niece: Silk, Maria, Lavender, Moon, Tukla/Tuk, etc

Adoptive Nephew: Golden, Silver, Shadow, Elikai, Barin, Ralph, Kuro

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Personality: Duchess is a sweet woman who shows compassion for those around her, no matter who they are. She had a habit of being able to befriend people, no matter their rank or species, which at times can get her into trouble. She's not easily startled or afraid of others(As shown when she called Cobra handsome and unique for his appearance). She enjoys time with her children and was previously distraught when she thought her husband died when she was expecting the triplets, after being told by a soldier that he was lost during a war.

Duchess loves and cherishes her kids, teaching them manners and loving them equally. She befriends a former street thug named Thompson, who helps her raise her children. She's joyful and relieved when she finds Cobra alive, crying tears of joy and introducing their babies to him. She tends to scold Cobra who at times hisses or growls at Thompson, telling her husband that the fellow cat beast was friendly.

Appearance: When she was younger Duchess had waist length snow white hair, that would normally be in a half up half down style. Her eyes are a sparkling sapphire blue and were stated by Cobra to twinkle when light hits them. She used to wear ankle length white dresses with necklace jewelry and a white bow in her hair along with low heeled white or blue shoes.

Nowadays she wears white knee length dresses along with a white ribbon with a green sapphire in the middle. She wears medium high heels that are blue or white with little bows on the front. Her hair is chin length and a straight wavy mixture. Around her neck is Cobras old collar like necklace that she gifted him and he'd wear whenever he visited her.

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Trivia:

-Duchess is friends with Deuce's mother, so their kids would play whenever they visisted

-Duchess taught Vil about mannerisms when the child asked

-Cobra states that Duchess was twenty-two or twenty-three when she was expecting the triplets

-It was stated that Duchess wouldn't fall in love with Thompson because her heart belonged to Cobra

-Duchess is the first to call Cobra handsome to his face

-Ambrose confirms that Duchess teaches at RSA where her son's attend

-Duchess enjoys time with Livia after meeting her niece

-Cobra says that Duchess can get a bit rude and tells Livia that his wife snapped on some men who were spreading rumors about him

-Livia comments that learning etiquette with Duchess is fun and non-pressuring

-Duchess enjoys spring due to meeting Cobra during that season

-She hates milk with her entire being but will eat food that needs milk

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

#twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland disney #twst disney #twst #twst duchess #the aristocats #twst ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twst wonderland #twistedwonderland #twisted oc #twsited wonderland

[alienssstufff]

what animal do you think mariana is?

hmmm ya knaur…

I never put any thought into it before until I saw a tweet of someone comparing his cubito’s mannerisms to a bunny and my eyes are open

#ask stufff #for Charlie it’s like idk a ferret?? frog or some kind of energetic dog #one of the autism animals #I should draw this some day hum..

[fuckthisappinparticular]

Honestly it's the middle of the night, so this is supremely uncoherent. Still...

The fact that both Jon and Annabelle were forced to become avatars can be so deeply emotional

She has an intense phobia of spiders and everything they mean, but her transformation happened (if i don't remember wrong) while she was being actively studied. Always watched and analysed during immense emotional distress and fear.

Jon changed due to other peoples machinations, he is afraid of a loss of choice and changed because he didn't have a choice.

The only reason we don't see them interacting positively with each other is his (or maybe their?) fear of the others patron and it's effects.

Just, the way both (presumably) tried their best to be good, the way their change was by force, even their main fear would make them theoretically such cool friends or allies, but instead of reacting positively with each other, they are always wary.

It's sad. Jon is able to interact in a friendly manner with other avatars, just the web not. If Martin was a web avatar, it would have been on sight. Murder is wrong? Not anymore! Die, you spider fucker!

And while Annabelle presumably tries to help him, she is also very clearly playing on his fear and keeping him at arm's length. If those two were friends, just imagine how much they could do!

Knowing mich and being able to find and use connections? Both with at least an attempt at intact morals? Every other avatar wouldn't know what hit them.

If those two had gotten over themselves, so many stuff would not have happened. Every other avatar would have kept away from the not murder, but worse duo. Elias would have been obliterated.

But no, their respective trauma had to keep a Mariana's trench deep distance between them and they actively caused each other (at least in my headcanon) harm. Sad that there's no Jon and Annabelle friendship, because it would have fit. The guy who speaks and acts like from another time period pr at least deeply awkward and the other canonically dressing like a vintage store threw up on her. I'm convinced they would have been cool

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #annabelle cane

[dark-honeyed-dreams]

An Eccentric Bibliophile's (Yet Incomplete) Guide to Dark Academia Reading, Because Who Needs Sunlight Anyway?

Lo and behold, the inevitable moment has arrived. You find yourself engrossed in Donna Tartt's 'The Secret History' for the umpteenth occasion (it never loses its luster, does it?), and you've diligently explored the whole dark academia canon. Or have you really? I've made this post to collect the lesser-known tomes (because, you see, I'm well-acquainted with the exquisite agony of the quest). So, without further ado, let the revelry commence! Disclaimer: the current version of the list has the links that lead to Goodreads. Also, the current version of the list seriously lacks books written by non-white authors. I hope that we'll collectively gain a cultural momentum and make this list better in this sense. I, personally, would love a recommendation!

Dark Academia Canon

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The volumes that are often bestowed with the dubious honor of canonical status, or, simply put, the ones that are most recommended dark academia reads.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Babel by R.F. Kuang

Bunny by Mona Awad

The Atlas by Olivie Blake

Alex Stern series by Leigh Bardugo

Lesser-Known Dark Academia Titles

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Intellect reigns supreme, arts and philosophy hold us captive, and we can't forget our undying affection for those delightfully lifeless languages. Oh, and let's not overlook the timeless charm of tweed. Simply put, less known but not less great titles that have all the canonical elements of dark academia. I've also added a few words about those that I love most.

The Flanders Panel by Arturo Perez-Reverte: a 15th-century painting has the key to a Renaissance murder, and the question Quis Necavit Equitem is answered by a modern-day art expert

Cornish Trilogy by Robertson Davies: a defrocked monk, some scholars of a university lovingly called "Spook" and a girl named Maria Magdalena Theotoky try to find out what to do with the vast estate of the recently deceased millionaire and art collector Francis Cornish

Catherine House by Elisabeth Thomas: a selective admission process gets Ines in an experimental liberal arts school called Catherine House. The alumni of this school became, at their own time, prize-winning authors, artists, inventors, Supreme Court justices and even presidents. But how exactly did that happen?

The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason

A Lesson in Vengeance by Victoria Lee: no such thing as witchcraft exists in the world. That's probably not the case for Felicity, who is still trying to find out who killed five Dalloway students (supposedly, witches). Enter Ellis Haley, a young prodigy and a literary darling, who writes books about murders by re-enacting said murders...

Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

Hex by Rebecca Dinerstein Knight

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever

Ghosts of Harvard by Francesca Serritella

The Cloisters by Katy Hays

In These Hallowed Halls: A Dark Academia Anthology

The Maidens by Alex Michaelides

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Dark Academia Vibes

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These books might as well be the quintessential dark academia reads, but the only element that isn't bedecked in romanticism is higher education itself. Murders continue to unfold in the most peculiar manner, occult knowledge flourishes, and suddenly, the folks with a smidge of Latin under their belts are the life of the scholarly soirée. Simply put, a book that a dark academic might read and love if they are not that fond of remembering their own school days.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

The Magus by John Fowles

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang

The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco

The Baroque Cycle by Neal Stephenson

All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness

All's Well by Mona Awad

Our Share of Night by Mariana Enriquez

Hare House by Sally Hinchcliffe

Tripping Arcadia by Kit Mayquist

The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

Ghost Wood Song by Erica Waters

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters

The Last Heir to Blackwood Library by Hester Fox

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

Metropolitan Stories by Christine Coulson

Piranesi by Susanne Clarke

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanne Clarke

The Laundry Files series by Charles Stross

Alchemical Journeys series by Seanan McGuire

The Cadfael Chronicles by Ellis Peters

Dublin Murder Squad series by Tana French

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