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jamil-s-wifey · 9 months

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Howdy~! Loved your writing! Can I request a fluff/angst scenario in which Jamil Viper suddenly had a nightmare of hurting his fem! s/o during his Overblot and when he wakes up, he quickly rushes over to Ramshackle to check on her, make sure she’s okay? Please and thank you!

Hi, hello hun! Thank you very much, I'm glad my writing brings a smile to people's faces! I love writing comfort fics, so this is right up my alley! Every comfort twst fic has been consumed by yours truly! I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Dead bodies and mildly gruesome imagery. I kind of went overboard with the nightmare portion-

Drip drip drip

The only sound which could reach his ears was the incessant dripping of ink, covering the ground beneath his feet.

Slithering snakes obscured his peripheral vision, red hot rage filled his veins. The school was in shambles, in every corner there were bodies littering the ground - weakened and malnourished students, who lost their lives under his fanatic dictatorship.

He was the master, but the master of what? Of ruins, of a rotting building, of a dying student body, controlled against their will, of darkened cold nothingness hidden behind lavish feasts and glittering gold. And then there was you - his jewel in the rough, his biggest treasure, kneeling before him, eyes filled with hatred, fear... and exhaustion. You dared not look him in the eyes, but your downward gaze spoke volumes - the love of his life who refused to succumb to her master's wishes.

"Pitiful. You keep disobeying your master. Haven't I taught you manners?"

You refused to answer him, gaze never leaving the ground.

"My treasure, have I not given you everything?" His voice lowered threateningly. "Or perhaps you'd choose to follow in your classmate's footsteps. Perhaps it was foolish of me to believe you'd be anything different than those mindless slaves."

You didn't answer.

"Or perhaps they've contaminated your brain. That must be it, why else would you refuse so adamantly the life of a goddess. Oh, my love, we must cure you."

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up. On instinct, you closed your eyes, refusing to catch his gaze.

"Smart little girl." He whispered in your ear. His snakes left painful bitemarks on your skin - covering older ones who'd begun to fade.

That's how it had been for a while - you'd lost track of time. He'd call upon you, lavish you in expensive jewellery, feeding you feasts made by the bloodied hands of your classmates, whisper sweet nothing in your ears. Then he'd get angry at your lack of response and throw you away, leaving you alone in your chambers.

Only this time, it was different.

"Perhaps I should turn to a more radical form of treatment?" His strong hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

Your breath became ragged, strained.

"You chose this. I am merely delivering."

You grasped his hand, trying to wiggle away, but it was useless. You felt the ink on his hand seep into your skin and clothes, contaminating your very being.

Your gaze slowly faltered, eyes closing, before he threw you on the ground.

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As the heavy thud reached his ears he opened his eyes, frantically looking around. He was in his room, it was the middle of the night. He was sweaty, breath ragged. He'd fallen off his bed and that's what woke him up. He searched around for any indication that indeed it was all just a nightmare. With trembling hands he pushed himself up to sit on his bed. His hair was a mess, his heart was beating so loud he felt it might burst through his chest. He felt sick to the stomach, a twisted feeling of guilt, despair and disgust eating at his very core.

His gaze turned to the framed picture on his bedside table. It was you two, on your visit to the Scalding Sands, your arms are wrapped around him and a cheerful smile graced your features.

Was that smile...even real? Or were you being controlled?

Without thinking, he grabbed his shoes and sprinted out of his room, dead set on seeing you, rules be damned.

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You were woken up by a hurried, frantic knocking on Ramshackle's front door. You slowly got up, cautiously making your way to the entrance. Even though you knew it couldn't be anybody threatening, besides you had the ghosts and Grim as back up, a little caution never hurt anybody.

What you didn't expect to see is your frazzled boyfriend, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug the moment you opened the door.

"Whoah, Jamil. Are....are you okay?" You gently hugged him back, fingers gliding through his hair, untangling any knots he might have.

He didn't respond, instead pulling back to look you in the eyes. You looked at him dead in the eyes, no fear or disgust in your gaze whatsoever. All he saw was worry and perhaps curiosity. His eyes were glassy with untold emotions, gaze heavy with guilt.

"M-may I come in?" He inwardly cursed himself for stuttering.

"Of course, you can. Come in, come in." You grabbed his hand, leading him to your couch. "What happened? Here. I'll get you some water, did you sprint here?"

Before you could get up, he pulled you to him, hands gently cradling your face.

"Jamil, my love." You breathed out, reaching out to cup his face, "Did you perhaps have a nightmare?"

His guilt-ridden gaze moved to the floor. Somehow, only from you, he couldn't hide a single thing.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He wasn't sure what to answer. Now that he was with you and his head had cleared up, he realised how bizarre the situation was. Of course it was a nightmare.

But that didn't get rid of the weight on his heart.

"I... dreamed of my overblot. I saw... destruction everywhere. And I was hurting you. Constantly. And the fear in your eyes, it looked so real. I -" he sighed deeply. "You died... By my hands." He felt a lump forming in his throat.

"Oh, Jamil."

"And I know it's just a dream, I know but-" he couldn't keep talking. It all overwhelmed him so much.

"Jamil."

"S/O, I-"

"Jamil!"

He snapped out, turning to you.

"Jamil, I have never, ever, for a single moment, felt afraid or disgusted around you. Your overblot happened, we can't change that, but you didn't hurt me. You didn't then. And you haven't since. And I know very well, that you'd never intentionally hurt me in any way. I trust you and I feel safe around you."

He let out a shaky breath. "How do you know you're not being controlled even right now?" It was stupid of him to ask, but his mind wasn't letting him rest.

"Jamil, both you and I know you can't keep using your unique magic indefinitely. So far, every single thing I've done, I've done on my own accord."

"And you don't fear me..?"

You looked at him dead in the eyes, with the most unwavering, serious gaze you could muster.

"How could I fear the man I love?"

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, which he poured all of his emotions into.

"I promise you, I won't let any harm come your way, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and content, and free." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Love, you sound like you're about to propose." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

A small smile graced his features. "Perhaps in the future.", He thought to himself.

"How about we go back to bed, you are most certainly staying the night here, mister. I'll be right next to you when you wake up."

"I'm sorry for barging in at such an ungodly hour."

"Oh, shut up~. You know you're always welcome here, and besides, I'd always prefer to have you next to me when I sleep."

He didn't really understand what he did to deserve you, but you were his beacon of light and he swore to treasure you and keep you safe for as long as you let him.

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psychospore · 1 year

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Worshipping his Goddess

A/N Hello lovelies! This is a smutty spin-off for Mischievous Plan, if you haven't read it yet you can click the link. This took place sometime after you and Loki both have been in a relationship with each other.

I'm thinking of a proper sequel after this.

If you'd like other Loki or Adam OLLA Fics, please check out my Masterlist

Summary: Loki sneakily pays you a hot and steamy visit because he is one mischievous god wanting to worship his goddess.

Word count: 1150+

Pairing: Student Prince!Loki AU x Student Council Rep! Reader (High School-ish AU)

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Established relationship. Fluff. Please read at your own discretion.

It was almost midnight and you can't sleep. You decided to take a long, nice bath to try and calm yourself. You felt relieved after stepping out of the bath in your thick, fleece robe when you heard a muffled knock on your door.

Defensively you asked, "Who's that?" Stepping back to try and attack whoever it was behind the door.

"Open the door, y/n. It's me - Loki," he whispered from the other side of the door.

You hurriedly opened the door to let him in, "what are you doing here? What if you get caught by the patrolling guards?" you asked with a hint of panic in your voice as you locked the door behind you.

Loki was wearing a dark cloak - he took off the hood as he was smirking with bright eyes staring at you, "I am the god of mischief for a reason you know. I missed you and I can't sleep thinking about you so I figured you can help me with that, " as he leans closer for an embrace, taking in a whiff of you while his warm breath hits the crook of your neck sending jolts of electricity all throughout your body.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" you asked.

"We can start with this," he responds cupping your cheek as he took you in a deep, passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he guides you towards the bed. You sat as the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

He broke the kiss to look at you with much adoration, seeing his goddess in front of him waiting to be worshipped.

"Will you let me worship you tonight, my goddess?" He asked as he kneels between your legs.

"Who am I to refuse your service," you cooed.

"perfect," he responded as he delicately licks his lips, inching closer, spreading your legs to reveal a glistening cunt waiting to be filled underneath your robe. He pulled the tie on your robe to loosen it, the naked front of your body in full presentation waiting to be attended.

He cupped your breasts, savoring each moment he is in contact with every inch of your skin. Gently flicking each nipple before taking one in his mouth to suck and the other to fondle. A mischievous smile grew on his lips as he started to travel lower.

His warm hands caressed your inner thighs which made your whole body flush against his touch. He licked a wet strip on your dripping folds, causing your body to shudder in response. "L.. Loki.." you whimpered.

"Hush now darling, we don't want the guards finding out what you've been up to in the middle of the night" he breathed against your sex.

"And who's fault would that ---" he circled your clit before you could finish your sentence. He brought his other hand to your mouth and made you suck his two fingers before slowly inching it inside you. You arched your back as Loki started hitting all the right spots inside you over and over again. Your eyes grew heavy as you came close to your undoing. You clasped your hands on your mouth while your toes curled in the air as you climaxed, flooding Loki's fingers while he rides you out of your orgasm. You slumped back to the bed as wetness trickled from between your thighs.

"What a sight to behold, darling," as he pulls out his throbbing cock, stroking it in front of you. Mustering up your strength, you sat back up making your robe fall from your shoulders before yanking Loki closer - with your seidr you flicked all of Loki's clothes off.

You took over stroking his cock as you kneeled in front of him, licking the precum coming out of it before circling your tongue on his tip and licking the underside which made Loki groan in pleasure, throwing his head back. He guided you by grabbing your hair and steadily pumping it in and out of your warm mouth.

"Darling, I'm close..." He croaked, which made you stop in your tracks. With your seidr, you made it so that Loki was in the middle of your plush bed, and you straddled on top of him. "I'm sorry, darling. That will have to wait for a bit," as you teasingly guided his aching cock to your dripping folds. Loki didn't manage to stifle his salacious moans as you bottomed out on his cock.

You gyrated your hips as your sex adjusted to your lover's incredible size. Loki's hands explore your naked body in front of him. You mewled pathetically, unable to hold yourself back from the pleasure. Loki gripped either side of your hips and bucked his hip up towards you, hitting you deeper than before, continually thrusting to his heart's content.

He pulled out to flip you over on your fours and ram his cock into your pussy, hitting a different spot than before. His mouth forms an O as he breathes heavily, pounding inside you in lust-filled ecstasy. He slaps your ass cheeks leaving red marks where his hand was.

"Loki... Oh gods... I'm about to -- aaaaaahhh" a heavy gush drenched his buried cock before you could finish your sentence. Your walls clenched tightly around Loki sucking him in as he orgasmed in return, spilling his hot, white seed inside you. "Oh fuck, you are divine" he heaved in between bated breaths as he trailed kisses on your sweating back. A mixture of your ejaculates leaked from your cunt as he pulls out, drenching the bed underneath.

You collapsed face up on the bed and Loki buried himself between your breasts for comfort. Both of you heaving and panting.

"We were in no way discreet, Loki. I fear someone might have heard us" you said as you ran through his raven hair.

"It was too marvelous to be suppressed, love. You are out of this world, my sex goddess, and I would love to worship you over and over again at the risk of getting caught."

"mm-hmm... You were rather vigorous tonight might I say. Was it because of the silencing spell?"

"Quite observant of you to notice that, darling, and I thought I was being subtle"

"I almost did not, which made our act much more electrifying"

"Oh, so I presume you like the thrill too"

"Maybe"

Loki slowly stood and drew a bath which you both shared. He then wrapped you in your robe before tucking you into bed.

"You won't be staying?" You asked

"I'm afraid not, love. I need to go back before anyone notices that I'm missing," he responds as he kissed your forehead.

"I'll see you at the Academy today?"

"You already yearn for me that much, love?" He chuckled. "But yes, I'll see you later. I love you, my goddess"

"I love you too, mischief..." You trailed off as you succumbed to your sleep.

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cautuscoralcoast · 2 months

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The Wicked Witch of Lang and The Boy From Adler

Finn Ames x reader

Synopsis - Part of the magia lupus, you wanted nothing more but to own the love of others. Feeding your sadistic desires, you are defeated by Rayne Ames. But upon being defeated, you are told that what you're doing is bad. Forgiven by an underclassmen from Adler, you get a glimpse at love and fall hard.

Based on this

Word count: 4k

"Are you alright?"

You opened your eyes, struggling to do as you were blinded by the light. Half expecting see to the divine visionary who beat you to a pulp, you were slightly afraid to wake up; Then again, that prick never cared to apologize to anyone that wasn't the headmaster—especially to someone like you.

"What it matter to you?"

The Adler kid flinched at the sound of your voice as he slouched. "You're bleeding a lot a—and..."

"Beat it kid, unless you want me to give you reason to leave."

This Adler brat acts as if you and your peer weren't trying to kill him and his bud minutes ago. That was what you were doing; Trying to hurt them in order to steal their coins. It was going so well, too! Love was defeated, but then you and Milo came back to complete the job! HOORAY! NOT! The Adler prefect decided to show up and absolutely destroy you and Milo.

Now that Abel is defeated, you have no motivation to get up. You were far too exhausted from trying to lay a hit on Rayne that you feel numb. It wouldn't be too bad to sleep here for the night if this brat left you alone. He just had to come back after his friend defeated your boss.

Kids........would you count as one too if you're only like a year older? Nah.

"I—I–I'll take you to the nurse, so please don't hurt me."

Despite being Rayne's little brother, he really didn't belong at Adler or the school at all. He's far too shy and cowardly: His friend was the one who did all the fighting while he just sat there like a pretty, little pathetic princess. Why was he even there? You really hated the students from Adler.

Even so, you didn't say a thing as the boy did his best to walk you to the nurse's office.

As he laid you down on the bed, you couldn't help but look at him more closely. Though his hair and eye color were similar to his brother, he had freckles, and his eyes were so much bigger. As you felt yourself being lulled into a sleep, you couldn't help but think how adorable he looked.

This was your second year at Easton Magic Academy.

You were assigned to Lang.

You wanted to mistreat others.

There was nothing remarkable about you; Born as single‐liner, there was no way you could ever stand out or succeed in life with your skills. Yet, despite all that, you wanted to be loved without having to earn it. You didn't want to expect it, you demanded to receive it. You didn't want to deserve it, for there was no reason for no one to not love you. However, as a single‐liner, that was easier said than done; That is, if it weren't you.

In the middle of your first year at Easton Magic Academy, you fought Abel.

You were pretty cute: Beautiful, pristine, and as divine as that fake goddess Aphrodite. That was your ticket at love. Able to make the minds of anyone who so much as had feelings for you. They just had to fall in love with your appearance or hate every fiber of your being and......BAM! Under your spell. Just thinking about how cute you were or how horrible your personality was, and they fell that easy. Love was the ultimate form of control.

You wanted to abuse others.

You wanted to see those who threw their love at you to grovel at your feet. You wanted to see them cry in pain and anguish as you rejected their affections. You lead them on and drop them the moment they professed their love for you. What you wanted to be in control, not love.

It was because of your reputation as the wicked Witch that Abel took notice. He fought you, and you fought back. Your senior didn't seem to be affected by your magic, and so you had to change tactics. If this big‐shot thought you were just looks and talk, he got another thing coming. That was because synthesis was what you specificalized in besides your basic magic. No one will ever know the struggle and effort you put in synthesizing new spells. Science and magic were the two things you made into one. But does any of that even matter when Lang's prefect beat you?

You were sixteen when you joined Magia Lupus.

What you lacked in magic power, you made up with knowledge. Using your knowledge about magic synthesis along with science, you were able to amplify your magic power. As terrifying as a double-liner, you were the proud member of Magia Lupus.

"Abel, I think I'm dying."

You felt so warm. You want to jump all over the place. You wanted to move and do something: Sitting still made you nervous. Your heartbeat went rampant with each and every thought of yours.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because every time I get close to that Adler boy, I feel ill to the point I can't sleep, eat, or mistreat others."

Abel sat in his chair as he sipped his tea, staring at you as if you were a kid he was babysitting. "Then don't see him again. You two are in different dorms, so avoiding him isn't that diffi—"

You slammed your hands on the table as you brought your finger to your throught and made a slicing motion.

"Suggest that one more time I'll fucking end you goddamn spoiled brat." You sat back down as you continued your rant. "Bit that's the thing—HE'S TOO CUTE! He has six little cute freckles on his face. His eyes are a lovely golden color brighter than any light the sun is able to illuminate. And the streak of yellow in his hair is so AHHGHAHAAAAAHHHHH! How can I stay away when he's so cute, adorable, divine, pretty, beautiful, charming, sweet, precious—AHHHHHHH! I WANT TO OWN HIM! TO SEE HIM SQUIRM AND ALL FLUSTERED AS IF HE LOVED ME!!"

You kicked your feet as you held your face to squeal. Abel sat there as he drank the last bit of his tea and then promptly stared at you as if you were the most peculiar thing to exist. At this rate, with your sadism and obsessive behavior, there was no way you would ever be married off.

"I do believe that you may be in love with young Ames."

"His name is Ames?"

"Finn Ames.....You didn't know his name before this?"

You love Finn Ames, that is a fact.

You never had been in love: Love was something foreign to you. You had no parents to receive or reciprocate love. You had no desire to befriend others, nor did you expect it. The only thing you ever truly loved was to mistreat others. You loved to see the pain and agony in people's expressions. You loved to be in control of their thoughts and choices. You loved obedience.

But after realizing your feelings of affection towards Finn Ames, you stopped your mistreatment of others. He was so afraid of you when he first met you—so afraid he froze in place. He was afraid you would hurt him and force him under your spell. He didn't want to be around you a d that was the worst pain you ever felt.

After realizing your feelings of affection towards that boy from Adler, you tried to better yourself. You didn't want to become who Finn was afraid of; You didn't want to be the wicked Witch of his fairytale. You wanted to be someone who he wanted to be around by he his own free will.

"You could use your magic. There is doubt that Ames finds you attractive."

You thought about how easy it would be for you to use your magic and have him in your grasp—and you almost did it. The next time you met him after waking up from the infirmary, you were going to use your spell. You wanted to have his heart so badly that you were willing to sell your soul if it meant owning Finn Ames. But when he looked at you and smiled, you felt your will waver.

"I'm glad you're alright."

"I tried to hurt you and your friends, and you're glad that I'm alright?"

He told you how, though, you weren't the greatest person, seeing Rayne hurt you made him feel guilty. Rayne was his brother, and he went too far when he broke your wrist and wand.

"Though I'm no longer not upset about what happened, please don't hurt anyone anymore."

You didn't want to be something he couldn't like. It was because of that you refused to use your magic on him. Breaking the spell on all the students you enchanted, you took your first step into becoming someone better.

You refused to see Finn Ames again until you became a better person.

You were absolutely disgusting, as told by Rayne Ames when you first tried to fight him prior to the Lang and Adler rivalry: He was right. You were someone who used revolting language to dehumanize others. Your behavior and attitude were abusive and manipulative. The reason you were placed in Lang was because of your ambition to control others. You were the most wretched person out of Magia Lupus. Not even Abel could match that.

So you asked Abel and Abyss to help you improve your manners and to manage your anger. You didn't want to lash out while with Finn. You didn't want to see him afraid of you ever again. It was difficult at first, but you did get better.

Asking for help was your second step.

"You're glowing (literally) today."

"Abyss! I spoke to him today!"

"Good for you."

When you finally met Finn Ames for the fourth time, you professed your feelings.

"Finn Ames of Adler, I am here to profess my love for you!"

"Huh?"

You weren't an expert on relationships. You never had been in a relationship. As a result, you weren't familiar with how to go about forming one, much less one that is built of mutual love and respect.

You were shocked when he rejected you. Rejection wasn't something you weren't familiar with. However, you weren't ever on the receiving end. You almost relapsed and used your spell on him, but the want to do so weakened when he smiled at you sadly.

Finn Ames was an amazing person. He said he didn't know you quite well to even consider a relationship with you and that you, to summarize, weren't his type. At the very least, he wanted to be friends before he considered anything more. Though he wasn't afraid of you, he was uncomfortable.

This was your mistake. You shouldn't have avoided him for as long as you did. There was no basis or reason for wanting a relationship with you. It hurt a lot, but that was fine; He said you two could be friends instead.

Accepting rejection was your third step.

"Abel, they have been rather mild mannered today—and not as belligerent as usual."

"I have seen; It's rather disturbing to see."

"I'm actually right here—you guys know that, right? You want me to really hurt you, don't ya' Aye?"

It has been three months since Rayne Ames beat you to the point that your beloved was concerned enough to go back and get you. It has been two months since you and Finn became official friends. In those three months you've changed a lot. You used to struggle hard trying to resist the heavy desire to enchant Finn; Now it's not even a thought that comes to mind. You used to feed your sadistic greed, but now it makes you feel sick. You used to be abusive towards others to the point people were afraid to look at the witch of Lang in fear of being controlled; Now you spend most of your days trying to better manage your anger and mood swings.

Despite the changes you made to your character, the students did not forget your abrasive behavior. You often spent time alone away from the social spotlight. The negative attention you once thrived in made you feel dizzy. Abel and Abyss were the only ones who didn't mind your callous behavior. Just like two older brothers, they often scolded you or apologized for your brash behavior towards the divine visionaries. Unlike everyone else in Magia Lupus, they didn't judge you because of your single mark. Besides, they were happy to help you better yourself. They helped make that loneliness in that first month much more bearable.

Sometimes you found yourself longing for Finn when left to your own devices for too long. You hated that you belonged in separate dorms: Lang and Adler. Separated by the architecture and natural terrain, not even love could convince you to transfer. Despite being in love, you had your other ambitions that required to be at Lang than to get Finn to reciprocate your love.

Even so, you couldn't help but grow envious of his friends. They have no idea how lucky they were to be able to see him everyday. They were also so lucky for Finn to be so carefree around them; He was never like that with you.

There would be times you wanted to say hi but run away when you see his friends. He would be so happy when he was with them: Something he wasn't always when with you. It hurt a lot to see how differently Finm treated them opposed to you. The reason you would always go in the opposite direction was because you didn't want to impede his happiness. You would hurt regardless, so why hurt him?

It would take half a month later when Finn began to open up.

"How are your studies going?" You sat with Finn in the academy library, watching him as he studied.

Finn groaned, and he brought a hand to his face. "Honestly, not so great. I have no talent in magic—I mean, I barely passed the entrance exams, and I'm already struggling with this class—"

"I can help you. I already passed my second year, and I'm one-liner like you. Despite that, I was still able to join Magia Lupus and am at the top of most of my classes; That's excluding magic power! I'll end that prick—I'll be able to assist you in a way that others can't."

That's exactly what you did.

You did your best to teach him the material. It was the first time in your life you truly ever helped someone without ulterior motives if you ignored your desires to wed him, but that was besides the point. Point being, you never helped someone if it meant you couldn't hold something over their head.

You even went as far out as to tell Finn your own personal spell: "Damnation." You told him about the spells' weakness and how it could easily be bypassed if anyone wanted you dead. You told him many other flaws in your skillset and of your own insecurities. How your peers often thought less of you than the others in Magia Lupus, especially after the whole Rayne thing.

"Finn, I wasn't lying when I said I love you."

That was no lie, and Finn didn't know what to say other than he didn't feel the same.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, it's like you casted a spell on me."

Sometimes, it felt like Finn Ames did cast you under his spell.

Even after your many confessions of love, Finn never pulled away from you. Sometimes, you swear that he blushed, but it always be replaced by a saddened expression as he rejected you again.

Despite all of that, Finn grew like your company. You were so much more calm and tranquil to be around when compared to his friends. You listened to his concerns, and you could understand. Though Dot and Lemon both had one line, Dot was special, and Lemon didn't have the same struggles as he did. Finn felt like a burden to them and Rayne; You were burdened with the fact you'll never be as powerful as the other members of Magia Lupus. Unable to use the same magic as second and third liners, you were rather quite normal.

That's what you liked about Finn. He was able to see through your sadistic hobbies and horrible personality and hold your heart. Rather sly, considering you usually stole and broke them afterward. However, you're glad he did so.

You love Finn Ames with every fiber of flesh and blood: That is true. Your love for him is true and genuine, and that is no lie.

However, Rayne Ames, Divine Visionary, you really hate him. It's low-key hard to like the guy who broke your leg and arm plus your very expensive wand. Then again, you were part of the group attacking students from his dorm..........You hate Rayne Ames!

"What the hell are you doing around my brother?"

You knew Rayne had never liked you since the day you two met. Believing you to be the repulsive thing to exist, he despised you. So to see someone whom he hates dearly around his little brother, it made him uneasy.

"The hell you care? You don't even care about him! Why care now—ah! Hey"

Before you could react, a blade appeared close to your neck.

"Listen! I—I just," you choked on your words as you struggled to open up to your soon-to-be-murderer about your feelings for his brother. "—I love Finn! Alright! That's all there is to it! I won't hurt him if that's what you're so concerned about."

You held your hands up as you tried to step back, but more blades appeared, keeping you in place.

Rayne grimaced, "Like someone like you could ever love someone. I've seen how you really are; You really think Finn would ever like something as disgusting as you?"

The blades disappeared as Rayne approached and grabbed you by your shirt.

"If you don't want to end up in another coma, stay away from Finn."

Rayne threw you to the ground and began to walk away.

You felt your nerves crash on you all at once. You really wanted to vomit from just fear alone. You grit your teeth as your hands formed fists.

You hate Rayne Ames.

"You goddamn fucking piece of shit! How dare you call my love a sham! What the hell would you about me anyway! So what if you think my love was built on a lie? I REALLY DO LOVE FINN AMES! I do so much I have no idea what I'll do with myself if you force me to stay away. Listen—I'm sorry for trying to hurt him back then. I hate myself everyday for that and yet Finn found it in himself to forgive me." You shouted as you dug your nails into your thighs.

Rayne stopped walking, and you continued to speak, keeping your head low in embarrassment. "I—I hated him so much that I wanted to hurt myself when he helped me. Look! I understand why you think I'm lying, but please do believe me when I say that I love Finn!"

Rayne didn't turn around, nor did he say anything. He just continued walking back to his dorm, paying no attention to you.

You bit your nail before yelling again, "i—I'm not going to stay away from Finn, do you hear me!"

He just kept walking.

You really despised Rayne Ames.

You hadn't seen him since that day. You continued to spend more time with Finn, and that detestable brother of his never bothered you again. That was until the end of the world was soon to come.

You tried to reach Finn to help him with training. As strong as you were as a simple one-liner, Finn didn't have the same experience to use his magic to the best of his abilities. As he trained(?) with divine visionary Kaldo Gehenna, you taught many defensive and offensive spells best suited for his skill set.

"Keep your head up and chant!"

"Don't waver your will or else the spell will reflect that fault! "

"Easy now, keep your breath steady."

You were a strict teacher because of love. You refused to ease up on your teachings because it was Finn you were mentoring. Finn wasn't as capable as you, and that was the truth. He didn't have the same talent, nor did he have the same experience. It was for this reason you refused to allow Finn to forfeit himself.

"I did it!"

You wanted nothing more but to keep him to yourself like a caged canary: To keep him safe in your grasp and sheild him from the horrorsof your most ugly form of love. Ultimately, the only thing stopping you was your love for him—and that love was so much stronger than your obsession. You had faith in Finn Ames as he did for you.

So as innocent zero finally came, you had faith that Finn could manage himself as you two remain apart.

"Damnation."

Your personal magic was truly disgusting as you found yourself using it once more. However, you can't help but enjoy it in a cruel fashion—It was what helped you to push back the swarm of monsters. To damn them into the most horrible, grotesque, and horrific curse: Love. As you cursed those horrible monsters, you blessed your fellow magicians by helping them express their truest forms of love and manifesting that love into magic.

You felt your ears ring and blood seeping out your nose. There was only one giant left and you were far too tired from using your magic on hundreds of little things: People, monsters, animals, it was too much. You really wanted to see Finn Ames one last time.

"(Y/N)! Now's not the time to rest."

"Abel? When the hell do you ever shut up?"

With the giant now taken care of, Abel stood in front of you. With the doll in his hand, he looked down on you. You really wanted to strangle him at least once in your lifetime.

"Finn—"

"—is fine! He's with Rayne." You interrupted Abel; Not like that brother of his would leave Finn alone in a time like this. As much as you despise Rayne, you have to admit he's so much stronger than you can ever hope to be.

"Finn Ames is with Mash, the magicless student. Likewise, Mash is currently fighting innocent zer—"

You interrupted him again.

"Why didn't you say so!? LET'S GO! ABYSS! YOU TOO!"

Fueled by pure motivation, you stood up and grabbed Abel and Abyss to help Mash and his fight against innocent zero. As you three ran towards the big fight, you encountered other students from the academy. Accompanying you three were once the enemies of the world's savior now turned allies. Thinking about how you once hated Finn, it was quite ironic.

With your future on the line, you'd be darned if the world ended today.

"—then allow us to assist you."

You hated that Abel actually looked and sounded cool when he said that: Not that you would ever admit that. You're still mad at him for a reason you long since forgot about.

"(Y/N), use your magic on us, yeah?"

And so you did.

Creampuffs, rabbits, dolls, Mash specifically, girls, music, pain (what), parents.......sisters, and lovers: It was an array of true and pure love and affection all around The one that made you jump was when you saw yourself.

This part of your magic is a secret that you will take to your grave.

The rest of it was a blur. Exhausted and depleted of most your energy, you didn't even realize someone sat your fallen-self up.

"You're alright!"

Hearing Finn made you smile, though not by much when he hugged you tight. As painful as the embrace was, you were happy to see and feel him breathe.

As you felt yourself doze off, you felt a sudden burst of energy. You jumped up and hugged Finn yourself. Burying your face in his neck, you two toppled over.

You two couldn't help but laugh as you held eachother.

"—would you like to go out on date sometime this week?"

You jumped out his grasp. Holding your hands to your chest, you felt yourself burn up. Just as when you first realized your feelings for Finn, you didn't know what to do first.

"I—I do! Three days from now at some Cafe or through a butterfly garden! Anywhere you want to go, I'll be over the moon! I'm actually—" You embraced him once more. "I really do love more than I have thought I could."

"I love you too"

Once as the Wicked Witch of Lang, you fell in love with the boy from Adler. In doing so, you became akin to more of the Princess who fell in love with the prince.

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"So, you're dating Finn."

You and Rayne sat next to each other in the extracurricular class you share.

"Yeah, and what about it?"

"Just very surprised is all."

"Hmmm."

You don't hate Rayne as much anymore, but that isn't to say you like him as a person.

#mashle #finn ames #finn ames x reader #reader is from magia lupus #i love finn so much #😔😭💖💕🫶😫💞#mashle x reader #ill always love you more than your older brother fr

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psykheofthestars · 2 months

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Sky and Sun headcanons!

Sky and Sun have very high spice tolerance

They immediately begin stressing the second that one doesn't reply to a letter within a couple days. They were not very happy when they realized that only Sky could enter the portals

The Chain and Council have a nickname for whenever they're angry and those nicknames are Sun's Ire and Sky's Wrath, both of which are terrifying to be in the presence of and being on the receiving end of those is something you never wanna go through

Sun was THE menace in middle school when it came to people who even looked at Sky funny (off topic but calling it middle school is so weird to me since I'm Canadian so middle school is still elementary)

They're both honor roll students (i'm pretty sure this is actually canon?)

The light around Sun will immediately get hotter and beighter the more angry she is. Her aura will also begin to feel much more intimidating and looming

After their adventure, Sun had to catch up on all of the school work she missed. Sky helped her out but the girl was struggling for a solid 4 months as she caught up in everything she missed

All of the Zeldas inherited Sky's THICK eyebrows. Some of them will alter their eyebrows according to beauty standards of the timeline but they all naturally have some THICK-THICK eyebrows

Sky incorporates ballet into his fighting style which causes him to look very graceful on the battle field

They enjoy dancing together. The type of dance varries on the occasion but if there is a festival, you best believe that you'll see them do at least one waltz

They also enjoy singing and playing music. Sun will play Song of the Hero to Sky and Sky will play Ballad of the Goddess to Sun and other songs as well!

Sky loves weaving flowers, especially Lotis Flowers into his hair

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu sun #sky linked universe #linked universe sky #sky lu #sky/sun #lu council and chain

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voasprofile · 1 year

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rollo x reader that's like esmeralda

fem! yuu

also I like copied the first scene from the Disney version

rollo has old fashioned ideals? is that what it's called. just very catholi? christian? but like in the old no freedom for women way

also like yuu or you wears like revealing clothes or somewhat of that so beware of that

I kinda rushed this so probably shitty

I personally don't find it dark, but again very religious in a shame on you for wearing that type of way

I think that's all I need to warn you abt

also why the fuck did my azul fic flop😭😭 I think I loved that one the most soo... check it out (ik ik self promoting bitch)

azul fic

"see the finest girl in twisted wonderland! coming all the way from pomefiore in nrc! make an entrance to entrance! dance! yuu!" the announcer said before throwing down a handful of pink powder

it causing a small explosion and in his place, yuu dressed in the finest clothing. although a bit on the revealing side

a red dress with purple accents. a fitted off the shoulder top, with flowy short sleeves made of chiffon. the skirt was a pencil skirt shape that goes down to the ankles, but with a slit on the right side that goes up the upper thigh

her hair was down with a golden/silver headband adorned with rubies (or any jewels which color compliment you) her ears, wrists, and ankles also covered in gold/silver

dancing to the song of the festival, with a chiffon fabric in hand. swaying and gliding in the stage as if it were ice

rollo was confused weather to be disgusted or entranced

he cannot deny that you were beautiful, ethereal even. if he were to categorize you, he would probably label you as a goddess

but your clothing, the way you present yourself. do you not have self respect? only modest women are respectable women

you continued to jump and dance around, when you then went to the other side of the stage. where rollo's chair was stationed

dancing around the chair before plopping yourself in his lap, bringing him in with the fabric. caressing his face, bringing your face toward his

before playfully exchanging the fabric with his hat, leaving him stunned

continuing the dance around the stage, a few flips, and a split. before taking a guards spear, stabbing it to the ground, and using it as a poll to spin around in

after spinning around a bit you stopped, facing the crowd posing, your right arm and leg up in the air

"and now ladies and gentlemen, here it is the moment you've been waiting for!" the announcer said as you left the stage

rook handing you a towel and a bottle of water. teasing you for taking the school presidents hat

after the event outside the nrc students left to their rooms to freshen up before the ball. they call it a ball but it was more of a casual socializing event

the guys were wearing suits that closely resemble their dorm uniform whilst yuu took a different approach

a form fitting purple spaghetti dress with a v-neckline and a slit also going up the thigh. and white tulle on her shoulders tied in the front

her hair styled with a small crown, and wearing stud earrings

rollo went and did his responsibility and conversed with the students of nrc

the chat was nice, no pauses too long to be considered awkward

the chat ended with some members departing, others sticking around

"pardon me? rollo, right?" yuu asked already knowing the answer

"hmm? yes you're correct" he said

"ah, I just wanted to return this, it would be awfully impolite for me just to keep it" yuu said handing over a box containing a freshly washed hat

the two continued to converse, seemingly not running out of thing to talk about

they found out that they have a lot in common

from their hobbies to favourite foods, they were like the missing halves of each other

the moon was up in the middle of the sky, departing them

heading to her room yuu felt giddy, finding a gentleman like him

rollo however already planned how to talk to her again, researching her interest and likes

rollo doesn't like that sultry woman, no he couldn't. that could be considered a sin by itself

but can you blame a man for being swayed by the siren's call?

in front of a fire place he repents, for conversing with such woman, for liking such woman

maybe he could be the one to bring her salvation. yes, who else could do it but him

so be a good girl and go with him, and he shall pave the way to both of your eternal paradise. with each other

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THE FULL HISTORY OF THE MICK JAGGER & MARSHA HUNT (A.K.A.”BROWN SUGAR”) RELATIONSHIP!!! (PART 1)

First, some background on the model, singer, actress, novelist, playwright, activist, icon, 60s goddess, and the woman who inspired one of The Rolling Stones’ greatest hits, “Brown Sugar”, Marsha Hunt. She is often described as London’s own Josephine Baker and is celebrating her 77th birthday today!:

Marsha A. Hunt was born on April 15, 1946 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and is the youngest of 3 children. Her mother, Inez “Ikey” Hunt, worked in an airplane factory during World War II, and her father, Blair Hunt Jr. graduated from Harvard and became one of America's first Black psychiatrists.

Marsha was raised in a middle-class neighborhood mostly by her mother, aunt, and grandmother who had roots in the deep south (Mississippi delta) and who she’s described as an “extremely aggressive and ass-kicking independent woman.” Her father committed suicide when Marsha was 9 years old (but she never found out how or why).

After moving out west to California with her family, she graduated high school at the top of her class and later attended UC, Berkeley in the mid-’60s where she wanted to study psychological anthropology.

While at Berkeley, she became friends with a slew of interesting people like activist Mario Savio and Huey P. Newton, who later became one of the founders of the Black Panther Party.

[TOP LEFT: Marsha’s mother Inez Hunt; TOP RIGHT: Marsha’s father, Blair Hunt Jr.; BOTTOM LEFT: Marsha at her home in Philly with her father & siblings, Pamala & Dennis; BOTTOM RIGHT: Marsha’s high school graduation photo in 1964.]

Even though she thrived academically and was very involved in student activities, she became bored with college life and wanted to experience life outside of the country and pursue her real passion – music. In early 1966, she sold her car and some books, and trailed off to London with only $1.83 in her pocket.

Around that time, London was THE city to be in, and was even dubbed “Swinging London” for being the epicenter of art, culture, fashion and of course music, especially due to the popularity of famous acts like The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

When Marsha first arrived, she slept on the floors of mutual friends, took odd jobs (including one as an au pair), and even appeared as an extra in Michelangelo Antonioni's box office hit film, “Blow-Up,” which also featured the British rock band, The Yardbirds.

SHOCKINGLY, in that same year she actually saw The Rolling Stones in concert for the first time during their UK tour at the Royal Albert Hall in London because she wanted to see Ike & Tina who were the supporting act on the bill. Girls were going crazy over the Stones, but of course, she was more impressed by Tina’s show-stopping performance! (Purrrrr 💅🏿)

[LEFT: Marsha in 1966; RIGHT: The Rolling Stones performing at the Royal Albert Hall in London with Marsha in attendance.]

After roaming the city, making new friends, and trying to find steady work, Marsha ended up auditioning for a blues band fronted by British blues musician, Alexis Korner, who was looking for backup singers. Coincidentally, he was the exact same guy who gave The Rolling Stones their start back in 1962. Later on, she was offered another backing gig for Long John Baldry’s band, Bluesology. John is also a longtime friend of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

Though she loved music and worked really hard at it, Marsha always claimed that she was never a good singer. People in England just assumed she was because they thought all Black Americans had talent.

She then lived with English blues singer, John Mayall, who actually wrote a few songs about her including, “Marsha’s Mood” and another song coincidentally called “Brown Sugar”. Around this time, she became good friends with the founding members of Fleetwood Mac, famed British artist Kaffe Fassett, and keyboard player for Bluesology, Reg Dwight (a.k.a Elton John).

[LEFT: 19 year old Marsha sporting a wig in London; RIGHT: Marsha with a young Elton John].

Around the time Marsha broke things off with John, he was also putting a new band together, which included a young guitarist named Mick Taylor, who showed up at the audition without a guitar. He later became another good friend of Marsha’s.

In late 1966, Marsha met musician Mike Ratledge from the British rock band, Soft Machine. At the time, she was having trouble getting a visa extension to stay in England, so the two got married on her 21st birthday. She later claimed it was a marriage in name only as they were not romantically involved and “never held hands and never kissed".

[LEFT: Guitarist Mick Taylor & John Mayall in the mid-60s; RIGHT: Marsha’s “husband” Mike Ratledge of Soft Machine.]

That same year, Marsha’s hair started to fall out from using chemical relaxers, and after wearing wigs for a while, she finally cut it all off and vowed to never straighten it again. Hence, why she started sporting her iconic afro hairstyle which made her quite a showstopper in London.

In 1968, she found luck when she was cast in a buzzy new rock musical with an ensemble cast called “Hair.” The musical became an instant hit in London’s famed West End. And even though her character “Dionne” only had two lines, she suddenly became the face (or the hair) of “Hair”. The show was a huge success, and also became quite a sensation and a social landmark because it highlighted controversial subjects like drugs, casual sex, profanity, nudity, and anti-war rhetoric. While there, she met another close friend, actor Tim Curry.

[BOTTOM: A poster of the hit musical “Hair” that debuted in the Shaftesbury Theatre in the West End, 1968.]

Her life completely changed overnight and she instantly became a PHENOMENON, attracting wide media attention. In fact, after the musical’s opening night, the editor of British Vogue sent her a huge bouquet of flowers and wanted her to pose for a photo session, which ended up being a 4-page spread with a written profile. Marsha was also the first Black woman to appear on the cover of Queen magazine as well.

[LEFT: Marsha pictured as the first Black woman on the cover of Queen magazine; RIGHT: Marsha photographed for British Vogue in 1969.]

She immediately became a sex symbol, celebrity, and the face of the “Black is Beautiful” movement, which was already taking over America in the mid-60s. This helped her snag lots of modeling gigs and everyone wanted to photograph her. (I mean, sis was booked & busy!!!)

[BOTTOM: More of Marsha’s most iconic shots. *The melanin was melanating, 4C afro was on deck, eyelashes poppin’, lips bussin’...she was a *bad bitch*!!!]

In March 1969, she signed a contract with Track Records, the same independent label that also repped the British rock band, The Who and Jimi Hendrix, as she later said, “There was one luxury that London celebrity afforded me: the freedom to be myself without a single apology for my gap, my freaked-out hair, my brown skin, my slave-class ancestors or my radical views.”

Around this time, she also had a short-lived love affair with Marc Bolan, the singer and founder of the English rock band, T-Rex (even though he was much shorter than her 😂.)

She scored a few minor hits during her underrated music career with singles like a cover of T-Rex’s “Desdemona” and her debut single, a cover of “Walk on Gilded Splinters”.

[BOTTOM: Marsha performing the T-Rex cover “Desdemona” live.]

The record soon went to the charts, and that spring, she was asked to perform on various shows, including a popular British TV program called, “Top of the Pops”. During her live performance on the show, the tight bolero suede top she wore nearly came undone and partially exposed her breasts, a wardrobe malfunction that gave her the reputation of a “bad girl.”

NOW…Here’s the part y’all have been waiting for. Get your popcorn. Y’all got it? Ready? Good!!! 🍿

After her performance aired, Marsha soon received a phone call out of the blue from Jo Bergman, the then secretary for The Rolling Stones on behalf of the band’s frontman Mick Jagger who was actually watching the show live, asking her to pose semi–nude for a publicity photoshoot to promote the band’s new single, “Honky Tonk Women”. She said, “The picture was going to be of a girl dressed like a sleaze bag standing in a bar with the Stones and they wanted me to be the girl.”

[BOTTOM: Marsha performing "Walk on Gilded Splinters” on ‘Top of the Pops’ in May 1969. This was also the exact moment Mick Jagger first laid eyes on her!]

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Marsha, who was not a Stones fan, was already established and didn’t really need the extra exposure. She later declined because she had her reputation to think about and said she “didn't want to look like [she'd] just been had by all The Rolling Stones.” She also claimed, “The last thing [Black women] needed was for me to denigrate us by dressing up like a whore” among a band of white men.

ENTER MICK JAGGER:

When she tried to get in touch with Mick to say, “thank you, but no thank you”, he later returned her call in an attempt to change her mind and even suggested he come over as he was very intrigued that a girl would turn him down.

Mick then showed up at her apartment around midnight as she claims, “He was framed by the doorway as he stood grinning with a dark coat ... He drew one hand out of his pocket and pointed it at me like a pistol. His silly 'Bang' was precisely the icebreaker we needed to get over my ungracious hesitation before I invited him in, not sure how to salute a notorious rogue who rings me just before midnight and suggests he pop round on a pretext of loneliness.”

They talked for HOURS, well until the sun came up about any and everything from music to social issues and politics, and according to her, Mick “made me squeal whenever he used Melanigian slang (aka Black vernacular/AAVE).” 🙄🤦🏾‍♀️

Marsha didn’t really find Mick physically attractive at first, stating, “He wasn't beautiful or even striking” however, he was boyish, open, direct, yet seemed quite awkward and shy. She found it a relief that he was nothing like other musicians she’d known or the image the media had portrayed him. He was incredibly charming, intelligent, funny, radical, and straddled the racial line, much like she did. She also quickly noticed that he had a penchant for Black women, as he claimed “They [Black women] just do something to me”.

The two of them had a lot in common and just clicked right off the bat. And things eventually turned hot as they ended up having sex. From there, they embarked on a passionate, but very private, deep romance and year-long affair, at a time when interracial relationships weren’t widely accepted yet.

Marsha didn’t expect to hear from him again, as he had a wide selection of women to choose from, but surprisingly, Mick wanted to see her and talk all the time, mostly because she was great to look at and he could count on her. Marsha said, “He knew that I adored him and that he could depend on me…he realized I respected him as I respected myself.”

Mick’s friend and interior designer Christopher Gibbs once said often when he dined with Mick, women who had slept with him would come up to the table and “he’d have absolutely no idea who they were.”

[LEFT: Mick photographed at the Shaftesbury Theatre in London to see the new musical “Hair” for the first time; RIGHT: Marsha performing in the show.]

1969 was a very rough year for Mick. He was having trouble with his band The Rolling Stones (which he was practically running by himself) because the founder and guitarist, Brian Jones, was becoming increasingly unreliable and spiraling out of control due to his deep drug addiction and legal troubles that led to him having difficulty getting a US work visa to go on an upcoming tour. Mick’s personal life was also a mess because his long-term girlfriend at the time, pop singer Marianne Faithfull, was also a very serious (and sloppy) drug addict, who often embarrassed him and became more dependent and difficult to be around. Things had gotten so bad between them, their relationship grew to be strictly platonic by this time.

Mick and Marianne were quite destructive together and often found themselves in legal troubles due to drugs. Marianne was also quite messy as she previously slept with Mick’s bandmates Brian Jones, Keith Richards, and even left her husband, John Dunbar, for Mick who was dating Black soul singer & former Ikette, P.P. Arnold, when they first met.

P.P. also later claimed in her autobiography “Soul Survivor” that the three of them would often engage in drug-fueled threesomes much to Mick’s delight.

[BELOW: Soul singer and former Ikette, P.P. Arnold, who dated Mick from 1966-1967.]

While in London, he was still messing with P.P. who later became pregnant with Mick’s baby in 1967, but they both agreed to have an abortion due to his growing relationship with Marianne.

[BELOW: Mick arriving at a courthouse with his then girlfriend, singer Marianne Faithfull in 1969.]

Marsha on the other hand, was stone-cold sober and didn’t do any drugs (NOT ONE), which was like a breath of fresh air for Mick, though he dabbled with hashish, LSD, and marijuana among other drugs himself. But unlike those around him, he was able to control his habit.

Even though their relationship quickly turned sexual, they were really, really close friends. Mick often retreated to her home to relax, he told her all his secrets, his troubles – he just trusted her. He was completely enamored of Marsha, who many describe as warm, intelligent, sensitive, funny, and very easy to talk to. He liked that she didn’t go gooey-eyed and weak-kneed in his presence like most (white) women/female fans did. Instead she had a crisply forthright manner and was almost quite “butch”. The Rolling Stones then manager was even quoted as saying that Mick was “obsessed” with Marsha as she was very exotic, and he even gave her the nickname “Miss Fuzzy” due to her afro hairstyle.

Ironically, Marsha enjoyed their well-kept relationship and is one of the only people who often calls him Michael instead of Mick, to distinguish him from his Rolling Stones rockstar persona.

Since Marsha was a fellow recording artist, they were able to be seen together in public without any arousing suspicion—in any case, London still had almost no paparazzi. They would often go to the same parties or events, even with Mick’s girlfriend there, and no one questioned it.

Mick would often pop into some of Marsha’s studio sessions with her band White Trash, and everyone around would be in awe of him.

Later, after officially firing Brian Jones from the band, Mick and the rest of the Stones were in desperate need of a new guitarist. Marsha promptly suggested her good friend, Mick Taylor (Yes, Stones fans – thank Marsha Hunt for that one!), as a replacement for Brian just days before he was mysteriously found dead (he sadly drowned in a swimming pool at his home) on July 3, 1969.

Additionally, when Mick sought a replacement for Jo Bergman, the secretary who handled all The Rolling Stones affairs, Marsha also suggested her friend and tour manager, Peter Rudge - (The same guy responsible for getting the Stones all those huge tours in massive stadiums. Again, thank Marsha!)

Two days after Brian’s death, the Stones played a free concert before a crowd of over 250,000 people in Hyde Park, London, which was previously planned to debut their new guitarist, but turned into a memorial/funeral for Brian. Mick invited both Marianne (who looked a hot ass mess and was in withdrawal from heroin at the time), and Marsha (who showed up looking sexy af with her titties bustin’ out of her buckskin suit) to the concert, and rudely and distastefully opened the show with a song called, “I’m Yours and I’m Hers.”

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha at The Rolling Stones tribute concert to Brian Jones in Hyde Park, London on July 5, 1969.]

Marianne who sat on the other end of the stage with her 4-year old son Nicholas and the other Stones wives/girlfriends, actually saw Marsha that day as she was placed right above the stage in the scaffold VIP section at the request of Mick so that he could look at her while he performed. She later said, “I saw her [Marsha] you know. And she was stunning…If I’d been Mick in that situation, I might have done exactly the same thing.”

Mick arrived at the concert with Marianne that afternoon, but left with Marsha and spent the night at her place where they made love.

A day after the concert, Mick kissed Marsha goodbye, and flew with Marianne to Australia to shoot a biographical film they were both cast in called “Ned Kelly,” based on the infamous bushranger. However, Marianne who was reeling from the recent death of Brian Jones and a horrible miscarriage just a few months earlier, overdosed on 150 Tuinal barbiturates while traveling with Mick, and fell into a coma in their hotel room.

[LEFT & RIGHT: Mick & Marianne arriving in Australia to film “Ned Kelly.” Marianne slipped into a coma just hours later from an attempted suicide.]

At the last minute, Mick was forced to film the movie without her, but phoned and wrote to Marsha, who was extremely frantic and worried about his mental health and emotional well-being, almost everyday. She was scared that he didn’t have the stamina to deal with yet another crisis. He sent Marsha over 10 handwritten letters (some even written on the same headed stationery paper of Chevron Hotel where his girlfriend just tried to kill herself) about his deep feelings for her, his experience filming on set, being in the Australian outback, his new interests, the historic day of the moon landing of 1969, future career plans, his regret at missing her performance at the famous Isle of Wight Festival, and other aspects of pop culture (including “John & Yoko boring everybody…”). The letters also reference the recent death of his former bandmate Brian Jones, Mick’s increasingly difficult relationship with Marianne, and another letter even had the full original lyrics for The Rolling Stones song “Monkey Man”, which was later rewritten.

Mick’s letters also went on to mention the foul Australian winter weather and an unpleasant virus that swept through the film unit, a fire that destroyed most of the film’s costumes, along with various other accidents – including a prop gun that backfired in his right hand. He was just having a real shitty time. So, he found solace writing to Marsha.

His letters to Marsha showed how pensive and romantic he was. He said things like,“I feel with you something so unsung there is no need to sing it...” and “If I sailed with you around the world, all my sails would be unfurled.” He also thanked her for being “so nice to an evil old man like me”. And in another steamy note, Mick promises Marsha: "I will kiss you softly. And bite your mouth too."

[RIGHT & LEFT: Mick’s private letters sent to Marsha while filming “Ned Kelly” in Australia during the late summer of 1969.]

Mick also celebrated his 26th birthday while filming in Australia and Marsha sent him a huge package of books (which he loves) and albums, including her friend John Mayall’s record “Brown Sugar.” Along with his gifts was a note stating how she missed him desperately.

While still trying to rehabilitate his hand from the prop accident, Mick toyed with a new guitar he had and started work on a song he had in his head, which was partly inspired by Marsha and that he initially titled “Black Pussy.” He decided that name was a little too direct and changed it instead to “Brown Sugar” with the lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women just around midnight

[Chorus]

Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? Uh huh Brown sugar, just like a young girl should

[BOTTOM: Recording of “Brown Sugar” by The Rolling Stones later released on their Sticky Fingers album in 1971.]

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Mick later confirmed in a 1995 Rolling Stone magazine interview that the song is a double-entendre: “brown sugar” being the street name for unrefined heroin and of course also meaning his seemingly equal addiction to having sex with Black women. The song was a huge commercial success and ended up becoming a huge #1 hit around the world, making it one of the Rolling Stones’ best-selling records to date.

[TOP: A movie poster of “Ned Kelly” which was released in June 1970; BOTTOM: Mick with his guitar composing “Brown Sugar” during filming.]

While Mick was still filming overseas, Marsha was booked to perform at the iconic 3-day outdoor concert, the Isle of Wight Festival on August 30th, 1969. At the time, it was the biggest open-air concert in music history and she was the only woman billed to perform. She was there alongside acts like The Who, Joe Cocker, and even Bob Dylan who hadn’t been onstage in three years.

Mick told her in a letter that he was so proud of her and promised her that he was “there in my head and in my heart.” Keith Richards, Charlie Watts and his wife Shirley, and Jo Bergman were also in the audience watching Marsha perform.

Marsha also made headline news as she wore custom-made leather shorts to which the press ran with and by the next fashion season, short shorts were featured in every fashion magazine. She was the first person to popularize “hot pants”.

[BELOW: Marsha performing with her band White Trash at the Isle of Wight Festival in 1969 with members of The Rolling Stones looking on in the audience.]

After Mick came back from Australia, Marsha was offered a part in a film called “Welcome to the Club” which is a comedy about three Black USO performers sent to Hiroshima in the 1940s to entertain the troops on an all-white base. The film was being directed by Walter Shenson, who had produced The Beatles' films “A Hard Day's Night” and “Help” and shot it entirely in Copenhagen, Denmark.

She was also asked to fly back to London to shoot another cover for American Vogue which was shot by photographer Patrick Litchfield. (They‘d never had a Black woman on the cover before.)

Mick began touring in America again, his first since 1966, and with the number of girls he had access to, she knew he was keeping himself busy on and off stage.

[LEFT: Mick on stage at Madison Square Garden during the Stones’ 1969 tour; RIGHT: Marsha filming “Welcome to the Club”.]

He even started a short-lived relationship with yet another Black singer and Ikette Claudia Lennear, as well sparking up a fling with Devon Wilson, a notorious rock & roll groupie and the girlfriend of Jimi Hendrix who famously wrote the song “Dolly Dagger” about their affair.

[LEFT: Mick arriving at Madison Square Garden in November 1969 with Devon Wilson; RIGHT: Mick backstage at the same event with singer Claudia Lennear.]

But on December 6, 1969 - everything changed dramatically when an 18-year old concertgoer was stabbed and killed during the Stones’ free concert at the Altamont Speedway in California by the Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club, who was the band’s security. Members of the Hell’s Angels blamed Mick for the incident and subsequent to the concert, put a hit out on him and threatened to murder him. This marked the third major tragedy to happen since Mick and Marsha met each other.

[BELOW: A scared Mick looks on as 18-year old Meredith Hunter is stabbed to death by the Hell’s Angels in front of the stage while the Stones performed at Altamont Speedway.]

Marsha stayed with Mick after the chaos at Altamont, which the media dubbed “The Death of the ‘60s”. By this time, he had officially split up with Marianne and moved Marsha into his house on Cheyne Walk where she helped him to transition and readjust his life. It was then their relationship intensified!

This is around the time she got a chance to know some of Mick’s friends who lived on the same road, including Keith Richards and his girlfriend, actress Anita Pallenberg, who just had a son, but was hooked on heroin. She thought they were both nice, but they’d visit or show up unannounced to their home all the time. Their hard drug-taking also scared Marsha, so she kept her distance and didn’t voice her opinion.

She also met Mick’s parents, Eva and Joe Jagger, along with his little brother Chris who was a bit of a hippie and had just returned from India with his American girlfriend. They both had no work, no money, and nowhere to stay, so Marsha kindly gave them a job, one included painting her new apartment.

That Christmas, Marsha got Mick a puppy and Mick, for the first time, told her that he loved her.

Marsha was in a good place. Opportunities were coming to her fast, she had a new apartment, and she was in love with Mick. She had newfound stability and independence.

In January 1970, they were having dinner at the celebrity hotspot restaurant Mr. Chow’s when Mick said that she’d be a good mother and that they should have a baby together. Prior to this Marsha thought she was just another girl he fancied, as he was a notorious womanizer. But the talk of having a baby made her feel special to him. Her feelings for him were so deep that she also claimed, “I would have died for him.”

She knew Marianne miscarried around the same time Keith Richards’ son Marlon was born. Mick also missed family life with Marianne’s son Nicholas, so wanted to give having a baby a second try.

This fool literally made Marsha take out her birth control and IUD coil, they proceeded to have sex like rabbits, and when she found out she was 3 weeks pregnant, she told Mick who was ecstatic.

Marsha literally said to him, “Listen, if you’re not ready and you changed your mind about this, it’s okay.” She was totally ready to get an abortion. But he assured her that it was what he wanted and he was happy.

They had their first argument when it came time to naming their baby. Mick wanted a boy who he could send to the prestigious Eton School (the all-boys school where Prince William & Prince Harry attended), and he proposed that they call the baby ‘Midnight Dream’. Marsha wasn’t having it and even said, “Imagine sticking your head out of a window to call your child home and yelling, 'Midnight. Midnight! Time for tea.’”

She'd known that he and the band were leaving England for tax reasons and moving to France in the coming year. The Stones were also gearing up for their upcoming European tour.

Even though she loved Mick, he was young and she claimed she was “all for Mick doing his own thing”. They were supposed to be the sophisticated embodiment of an alternative social ideal — parent-hood shared between loving friends living separate lives.

This was around the time of the sexual revolution and people were exploring different types of relationships. Marsha didn’t find gratification in being “Mr. So and So’s” wife, plus Mick wasn’t the marriage type either. He was the type of guy to get up at 2pm to start his day - so marriage was sort of off the table. Though, unbeknownst to Marsha, Mick has thought of proposing, she claimed their relationship “thrived off her being supportive” and she loved to see him “run free”. And since she grew up in a matriarchy, the ideal of a man and woman living together seemed nice but unnecessary. They agreed that Mick would be a good absent father while he made his music and toured with The Rolling Stones, and Marsha could still have her own life and career. It was all very modern!

Marsha also feared that her association with Mick would crowd out her own identity. She didn’t like the limelight because it was a discomfort. She also never wanted to be known as Mick Jagger's girlfriend (can you blame her? So many of his girlfriends tried to commit suicide). Like him, she wanted her own independence.

By June 1969, Marsha told her band and the press that she was pregnant, but did not give up the name of her baby’s father. However, one little clever ass reporter actually found out it was Mick Jagger and threatened to print it. She thought of suing but asked the Stones PR team to link him to another girl. She managed to get through her pregnancy without a media frenzy or being linked to Mick even though they had stepped out together many times, and he was ready to have it reported.

While Mick was away touring in Europe, his phone calls got less frequent. The tour was a bit crazy, and although Mick invited her to go to Paris, he knew she'd refuse – she didn’t want to get caught up. But he told her he was lonely and had met someone in Paris that he was taking to Italy. Her name was Bianca. She was Nicaraguan and spoke little English. Mick didn't mention her again, but after the tour, Marsha knew that she had moved to his house in England.

His publicist sent her an invite to the premiere of his corny movie, “Ned Kelly,” but he didn’t show up. He also invited his parents to the event and it was there she realized that the bastard didn’t tell them that he had a baby on the way. Mick hardly lavished praise on his parents and even once told the press, “I owe them nothing. They are my parents, that is that…but there are no dues to be made by me to them!”

By her third trimester, having a baby became her whole reality and his passing fancy. He started to forget that the baby was HIS idea.

Despite Marsha carrying his child, practically all references to her and the baby were quickly airbrushed out of his life. Chris O'Dell, Mick’s PA in the early ‘70s was even quoted as saying, “I never remember him talking about their child. In fact, I wasn’t aware of a baby being around at all. It was almost like [his first child] didn’t exist.”

Marsha was put in a difficult position because it was too late to go back and sometimes he’d phone her like nothing ever happened. She claimed his mood would change so quickly, he was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She also said, “I've discovered that he can burn hot and suddenly cool to below zero.”

She started to worry that he didn’t care anymore, so, she tried to squeeze in any and every piece of work she possibly could to hold her up during and after her pregnancy (tv shows, photoshoots, etc.). She also volunteered at a local mental-care center in the autistic unit caring for a 12 year old boy to keep from feeling useless.

[BELOW: A heavily pregnant Marsha performing in late 1970.]

At the same time, Mick also did a lot of peculiar interviews, either stating he wasn’t interested in having children or flat out dissing Marsha. During a 1970 interview with London’s Daily Mail newspaper he even said, “For me, life has always got to be on the move and exciting. I love kids, I really do…but it’s not something I’m thinking about.” He of course failed to mention that Marsha was expecting their first child.

[BELOW: Mick during an interview referencing Marsha & his unborn child in 1970.]

Once it was time for her to give birth, a hard-up Marsha was ashamed and reluctant to ask him for any contribution because he never once offered. Mick ultimately gave her a measly £200 to get by, which came with a note saying “I know I haven’t done right by you” and he also “loaned” her a ring he always wore.

She had initially planned a natural home delivery to keep the press at bay and because it was the “it” thing to do at the time, but was told by her OB-GYN that her baby was in danger and that she had to go to the hospital the next day.

On November 3rd, she dragged her own luggage and hailed a taxi to the hospital only to be told there weren’t enough beds. Panicked and scared, she went back home quite sure she was going to die from an unassisted childbirth.

When she went back to the hospital the next day for an induced labor, she checked in with her married name “Ratledge” to protect herself (and Mick). On November 4, 1970 after hours of labor, she gave birth to a girl she named Karis and phoned Mick first and then her mother. That day was the first time Mick actually told his now girlfriend, Bianca, that Marsha and his baby existed.

While waiting in the maternity ward, the nurses also forgot to feed Marsha who was so hungry. But being on The National Health, she didn’t complain.

When she checked out of the hospital, Mick sent a bouquet of red roses, a miniature muse figurine for the baby, a silver spoon, and some cheap Indian earrings for Marsha. He “dropped by” two days later to see his baby but was in a hurry to be somewhere else.

10 days later, he paid another rushed visit, but she eventually took him to the side because she wasn’t in the mood to entertain his detachment. And she was kinda like, “Hey! What’s up with you? Why don’t you call or come around more often for the baby” trying to get some genuine reaction out of him instead of keeping her at bay with the polite chitchat bullshit, in which he snapped and yelled at her, “I never loved you” and told her that she was “mad to think that he had”. Of course Marsha, hormonal, stitches still in, burning and all, did not expect for him to stab back and immediately started to cry, which only made him more angry. The piece of shit even had the audacity to threaten to take her newborn baby away from her if he chose. She stopped and in a stern voice said, “Try it! I’d blow your brains out!!”

In that moment, the loyalty she had for him was gone. She had no choice but to push forward and tried to find as much work as she could to support herself and her baby.

[BELOW: Marsha & Mick after the birth of their first child Karis Hunt in late 1970.]

READ ‘PART 2’ HERE!!! ☕️☕️☕️

#marsha hunt #mick jagger #the rolling stones #brown sugar #rolling stones #interracial couple #black women #karis jagger #music #history #rock history #rock & roll #musicians #thread #gossip #old school tea #1960s #1970s #sbrown82

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Imagine Y/n being a new student at Hogwarts

Requested by- @photoarcarde

Meanings- Y/h/c= your hair color

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As soon as Y/n enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she was met with everyone's attention. As a new student in the middle of the academic year, they were all perplexed and stared at her while she approached the sorting hat, which thought for a moment before speaking out loud, "SLYTHERIN."

She entered the Slytherin common room, and Draco's eyes never left her because he was entranced by her beauty and grace. For a very long time, he wanted to be her friend. However, because of the constant taunting from his stupid friends and simply because of being a prideful little brat, he never spoke to her.

Theodore smirked, "Ha, he's at it again, looking at the new student eh." Mattheo laughed and added, "Don't have to answer that, your mouth stood wide when she literally stepped in." Draco blushed and whispered, "Shut up you two," before getting up and leaving the room.

The Malfoy Ball was an annual event that took place every once a year where the wealthy and pureblood families met at Malfoy Manor which on that occasion would be decorated with bright lights.

Draco had his hands crossed across his chest, his tie hanging loose, and his hair a little untidy as he stood at the front entrance. The majority of his friends would be drooling over their girls, and Draco didn't want to be a third wheel there, and he wasn't expecting anyone anyways.

Then Y/n came in, wearing a stunning, body-hugging wine-red dress that was made just for her. According to Draco, she had a goddess-like appearance. Draco approached her and extended his hand for her to take, asking, "May I?"

Draco immediately took her hand and dragged her in as soon as Y/n said, "Sure," placing his other hand on her waist. The moment they both began to move to the rhythm like professional dancers, the couple became the center of attention.

Draco grinned as he turned Y/n around and said, "Oh, how silly of me, I am Draco Malfoy," " And I am Y/n Y/l/n, pleasant meeting you Draco." Y/n said as they both completed their dance with an ending pose.

"I didn't know you were a good dancer Draco," said Y/n, "Oh honey, you don't know half the things I'm good at," he said while winking at her as Y/n laughed. The couple talked and talked for hours and hours to count and all Draco could think of was the butterflies in his stomach while she was around him.

After their time together at the ball came to a close, Y/n left with her parents, and Draco was eager to meet her at school and learn more about this Y/h/c beauty. Immediately after Y/n left, Draco heard someone behind him say, "I want all the details about you and Y/n, got it?" When he turned around, he saw Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise, Pansy, and Lorenzo all staring at him while some of them giggled. Draco laughed and said, "Yeah, fine," while scratching the back of his neck.

*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ

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chaenqen · 7 months

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Hey can you do an idol Ni-ki x black fanreader and can it be like a series (even short or small) if you can where they get close and become friends and then fall in love or what ever

Also they make out ( sometime or like in the story)

SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD

featuring nishimura riki & black!fan!female!reader genre school au strangers2friends fluff twoshot warnings swearing and cussing lmk if i missed anything. a/n thanks for the request and don’t worry about it, everything’s cool !! i hope you’re okay with a twoshot and do tell if you want me to add anything to the storyline !!

pt.2

have fun ~

january 6th.

the beginning of a new year in school is always hard, isn’t it? not exactly. i used to go to an all girls school in simsbury, connecticut where i was usually one of the top ranked students. i never had a problem with getting used to new environments since i love trying new things and getting to know people. after my mom and dad got divorced my dad found a new lover when i was around six or seven. we moved to south korea together with his new wife and my half-sister zoey. im already seventeen, in the middle of puppetry yet my grades seem to never fail which is why im supposed to help some classmates every day after school. i had no idea who i was supposed to meet since my teacher said nothing but “meet him in the library.” which didn’t give me much information about the boy i’m supposed to be teaching something.

until…

“excuse me? you’re y/n, right?”

i feel a tap on my shoulder as soon as i sat down on one of the armchairs in the large library. “yeah, who’s ask—“ my eyes widen when i find out about who the yet unknown person is…

“niki?! y-you go to school here?!” my eyes widen in shock as i notice who i actually have in front of me… relax y/n, it’s just— ni-ki

“ i do but i also don’t. it’s complicated…” he scratches the back of his head with a soft yet clearly visible grin on his lips. he lets his tongue glide over his lips before speaking up again with a slightly shaky voice, seemingly a little nervous now that he knows that you seem to know him.

“so uhm… you’re good at english and stuff?” that makes you chuckle. “i guess i am, yeah” a soft smile is glued to your face as you notice him nervously looking off to the side.

“would you mind helping me? i-i’m kinda behind everyone else in our grade and i’d like to change that now…” his eyes avoid yours while he fiddles with a pen in his left hand nervously. you smile up at him in a kind way before pointing over at the armchair beside you, motioning him to sit down with you.

“i can teach you some stuff but i’m sure you’re already very good at english!” you beam him a smile before getting a notebook from out of your schoolbag that sits beside your chair. “write down five sentences about yourself. i’ll correct the things that are wrong.”

and that’s how our friendship started.

september 24th.

“ayo!” a loud voice shouts from behind me as i make my way to school, schoolbag on my shoulders. “you got them goddess braids that i recommended you to get…!” ni-kis face appears beside my own as his arm swings around my shoulder. “you know… i love the way they look on you…”

he seems to be very excited to see that i actually did what he recommended. “had nothing else in mind” i roll my eyes playfully and the corners of my lips pull up into a smirk. obviously he notices that i’m not saying the truth and pokes my side “yeah yeah of course” a soft chuckle escapes his lips and i start laughing with him, cheeks flushed slightly from happiness…

october 6th.

“wanna put these clips in your hair… they’re so pretty” ni-ki came over right after school ended. he decided to sleep over for the weekend because they’re going on a tour in a few weeks.

“go ahead then” i beam him a smile, making myself more comfortable on the floor while he sits on my bed, his feet reaching the floor beside my hips. he started to carefully put some cute clips in my hair around my braids right when i gave him permission to do so and i could just feel the happy and excited smile lingering on his lips.

“when are you guys gonna leave?” i ask with a soft tone as my eyes are glued to the tv where we put on a show we both like watching together. after some time of decorating my braids he gives my head a a few pats before answering me. “two weeks. on thursday.” my eyes widen as i turn around in surprise, a scoff of disbelief escaping my lips.

“so in the middle of a school week once again? you do know you should be going to school right?” i roll my eyes and lean my head back, laying it on his lap with a slightly annoyed expression on my face while i stare to the side. he noticed my disappointment and lets out a chuckle before placing his hands on my shoulder giving me a soft massage.

“do i now?” he asks with a teasing tone. “yeah… with me.” i couldn’t help but let out a sigh before turning around and now sitting in front of him face to face and looking up into his eyes.

“what’s my reason to go to school now, huh? fuck the good grades, i don’t care about them…” my voice softens and he could definitely tell the difference between my usual happy and energetic personality and now. im more than disappointed and sad about him leaving once again but i guess he already knows that…

“so you don’t care about the several praises that the teachers give you? the good grades and the head pats your dad gives you? you don’t give a fuck about that, hm?” he slowly leans down to my face with that usual smug grin as his hands rest on both sides of my face. “you don’t give a fuck about that?” my head nods almost automatically. “i want you… and i need you…” i was basically begging god to make him kiss me already. kiss me kiss me kiss me!

“mhm? oh yeah?” he leans even closer now, his lips right beside my ear, whispering all his words in such a delicate tone… it could make me melt right here right now.

“kiss me…” he whispers in that same tone and i react immediately, pulling him in by his collar making our lips connect. it was hectic but it was full of affection and love…

and that’s just the beginning…

@j-wyoung @lacieeeeee00

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Muslim pupils who expressed outrage after their teacher presented a Renaissance painting of nude women in class will be disciplined, France’s education minister has said.

A French teacher at the multicultural Jacques-Cartier college showed students the painting Diana and Actaeon by the Italian artist Giuseppe Cesari, which portrays a Greek mythology story in which the hunter Actaeon sees the goddess Diana and her nymphs bathing.

The work, which depicts a naked Diana and four female companions, is held at the Louvre museum in Paris.

Sophie Vénétitay, secretary general of the Snes-FSU secondary school teachers’ union, said: “During a French class, a colleague showed a 17th-century painting that showed naked women.”

“Some students averted their gaze, felt offended, said they were shocked,” said Ms Vénétitay, adding that “some also alleged the teacher made racist comments” during a class discussion.

A pupil’s parent sent an email to the school director saying that his son was prevented from speaking during that discussion and that he would file a complaint.

“We know well that methods like that can lead to a tragedy,” Ms Vénétitay told BFMTV news. “We saw it in the murder of Samuel Paty. Our colleagues feel threatened and in danger.” Teachers at the Issou school said that pupils admitted lying about events in their art class but that the damage had been done. “We’re dealing with vindictive parents who prefer to believe their children than us,” they said. Gabriel Attal, the education minister, visited the school in person on Monday and later said that a disciplinary procedure would be launched “against the students who are responsible for this situation and who have also admitted the facts”.

A team would also be deployed to the school to ensure it adhered to the “values of the republic”, he said.

Staff at the Jacques-Cartier middle school in Issou, west of Paris, refused to work on Monday, saying they feared for their safety given the recent murders of two teachers by jihadi terrorists.

Dominique Bernard was stabbed to death by a Muslim man in his school’s playground in the northern town of Arras in October.

In 2020 a civics teacher, Samuel Paty was stabbed and beheaded by a terrorist in Conflans-Sainte-Honorine, 12 miles from Issou, after he showed his pupils a caricature of Mohammed in a class on free speech.

In an email sent to parents on Friday, teachers said they were exercising their right to stay away from classrooms over the “particularly difficult situation” and “an increase in cases of violence” as their daily reality.

Deteriorating discipline at the school

The school’s head teacher recently asked the education ministry for more staff and resources to deal with deteriorating discipline at the school, saying that fights and death threats and threats of rape had become common among pupils.

“We feel we are clearly in danger. We are supported by our direct superiors but not from higher up. This is a real call for help,” said one teacher.

Last week a Paris court convicted six teenagers over their role in events that led to the beheading of Mr Paty, who was their teacher at the middle school in Conflans when he was killed by Abdoullakh Anzorov, an 18-year-old of Chechen origin.

In another sign of school-religion tensions, the state this week said it would withdraw funding for the country’s biggest state-subsidised Muslim high school. In its teaching of Muslim ethics, the Averroes school, in Lille, was found to be violating French republican values.

On Tuesday, Jordan Bardella, leader of the hard-Right National Rally party, warned that “freedom of expression is under threat in France from an all-conquering political Islam that is imposing on our society its laws, its way of life and its prohibitions”.

#nunyas news #good

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 months

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Hidden Family

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: none

Request by anon: Hey can i request a hcs where the reader is Dean or Sam girlfriend that never meet her dad and find out that she is God(Chuck) daughter, little sister to the Angels (that always are protected over her)?

Summary: You went through life never knowing your dad or who he was until you meet Sam and Dean, and they make you see that you have more than family behind you.

Square Filled: free space (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

The brothers have always been alone all their life until they got put on a case where people were dying with their throats bitten out

They questioned as many locals as they could, eventually getting to you

It’s cliche to say, but you and Sam clicked immediately. You were an older student at the local college just trying to expand your knowledge, so when two men come in asking about the mysterious deaths around town, you were immediately hooked

Sam was tall, smart, handsome, muscular, intelligent, and funny. He was everything you’d been searching for in a man since you graduated high school

After they left, curiosity got the better of you and you researched everything you could on this case. It took you to a world you never knew existed

Once you knew about it, you couldn’t go back to your normal life

Sam didn’t want a civilian in the middle of their hunt, but if you were gonna hunt, then may as well learn from the best

As they say, the rest is history

Sam is the best thing that could ever happen to you, and you will protect him with everything you’ve got even if that’s with your life

One of the reasons why you’re so protective over him and Dean is that you never had a protective figure in your life. You never knew your dad and your mom died pretty early on in life

When you were put into a foster home, you were the protector of the smaller children. Being with Sam isn’t any different

The longer you go without knowing your dad, the more you want to know him

Sam offered to find him for you, but who he found wasn’t what anyone was expecting

With the help of Sam and Dean, you find out your dad is none other than Chuck himself--God

That means you’re a demi-goddess and the angels are your siblings. Your mother must not have told you any of this because she kept this side of you a secret for as long as she lived

There is a reason why you’ve always been so protective over those younger than you and the ones you love--you have angel grace inside you that has been dormant for your whole life

You’re a natural protector

Castiel is the first angel to find out you’re his much younger sibling and you two click instantly. The more angels knew about you, the more they became protective over you

It got to the point where you couldn’t go out with Castiel asking where you were going or if he can come along

It sucks trying to plan dates with Sam because of how Castiel worries about you but you know he’s only doing this out of love

Besides, you know if you and Sam are in any danger, you can pray to any angel and they’d come down with the Heavens on their side

You went from having no family to Sam and Dean as a family to a whole army of angels behind you

Follow my library blog @aqueenslibrary where I reblog all my stories, so you can put notifications on there without the extra stuff :)

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Farah Alade for @boobpancakes' Monster Mash-Up

Race: jackal girl

Age: teen

Sexuality: straight

Renaissance Sim: self-absorbed | perfectionist

"What do I think about Farah? I think she is a self-centered bitch who thinks only of herself" "If I know Farah? No, I don't know her but every time I see her in the school corridors my day gets better, I mean you've seen her haven't you? She looks like a goddess and we are simply living in her world" anonymous students

Some people love Farah while some can't stand her. Yes, it is true, she is a bit self-centered but she is not a bad person. Farah is the middle child of a large family and her parents have always reserved most of their attention for their older and younger children, leading Farah to think that she was not enough for them. This fact led her to seek validation from her friends and classmates, in fact we can say that Farah deep down is an insecure person and the only thing that reassures her is compliments from others.

High school therefore represents for her the only place where she can often be the center of attention, and for her this is vital since at home she is eclipsed by all her siblings. In high school she has few real friends, and don't mistake the gaggle of opportunistic girls hanging around her for real friends: they only stand by her because they know that standing by her means being invited to the best parties and having the attention of the nicest boys in school. However, this also benefits Farah in that she secures constant compliments and flattery in this way.

Farah always tries to give her best in everything she does, she is a perfectionist and is not satisfied until she knows she has done everything perfectly.

Fun facts:

-The necklace she is wearing is a gift from her grandmother to whom she was very attached.

-Farah loves gold and gemstones

-She has a passion for ancient history

-Despite her self-centeredness, Farah has an undeniable charismatic personality that draws people towards her. Many find her captivating and enjoy her company, even if she can be a bit self-absorbed.

-She spends an excessive amount of time perfecting her appearance, from her flawless makeup to her fashionable outfits.

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 sim #sim #black simblr #straudmonstermash

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im-obsess-with-pixel-characters · 6 months

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Posting headcanons on here cuz that's what the cool people do on this app (or so I've heard)

Mystreet addition!

• Travis and Sasha are cousins, that didn't know they were cousins until post season 3 (I basically looked at them both and basically said; "this would be some good family drama")

• Dante got a tongue piercing because Gene dared him to get one

• Travis and Sasha used to sneak off Friday nights to hang out without anyone knowing

• Aphmau and Zane had SOME feelings for each other post season 1 (I adore Zanemau)

• Katelyn and Travis were pretend dating for like the majority of mystreet

• Travis was given SO mucuch money by Michael even tho Micheal was only giving Travis a SMALL portion of his money per month, Travis still has too much money till this day

• Garroth can't and I mean CAN'T be trusted near a stove

• Laurance semi knows how to cook, he knows the basic at least because of Cadenza

• Zane is a baker and cook

• Vylad took a part-time job that ended up becoming his job for like 2 years (he was working at a flower shop) until he moved to a fashion industry with Zane

• Zane was a designer when he signed up for a fashion industry and then got into modeling due to one of his work colleagues convincing him to try it

• Zianna taught his 'sons' how to sew stuff

• Lucinda is just the same Lucinda from mcd, she's immortal okay?

• Michael is very ancient and used metal rulers to punish Travis, most times about lower than average grades that he gets (aka anything under an A)

• in middle School Travis was the definition of "President perfect" he was likeable by everyone he was naturally pretty and was always one to show up early also a straight A student

• Dante till this day still doesn't understand how he and Travis became friends in middle School, Travis is like this goddess while Dante was some late average grade normie

• Laurence took ballet

• Gene almost got sent to a violin academia by his mom cuz he was so good at violin

• Dante had a 'little' crush on Travis but decided to just back away from that she tried to ignore it since Travis and Katelyn are "Dating"

• In high school Zane and Vylad betted on how gay Garroth was, whoever won that bet even if it's years later had to do whatever the person who won said, and if it's something expensive then it'd be a one-time

• Garte is actually better in my universe (I can't fully defend him yet, all I can say is that he did help Zianna through tough times)

• Vylad and Zane has the same father but Zane is still older then Vylad by a few Days

• Vylad and Zane are twins even if they don't look like it

• Vylad and Zane would hang out in secret always anytime they can hang out

• all the Ro'maeve brothers are multilangual

• Travis speaks so many languages, (list; English,French, Spanish, Korean, Japanese, mandarin, Malaysian, Italian,German,Tagalog,Arabic,Russian,Thai, Vietnamese,Icelandic,Polandic, that doesn't include the fact he knows sign language and Morse code)

• Travis and Gene both knows sign language and would talk shii about people and also gossip in private while not being in private

• Sasha knows sign language but doesn't bother to tell anyone she's here for the gossip

• Dante and Zenix is fed up with Gene and Travis and started communicating through

• Travis understands Morse code only because Dante taught him, but Dante thought Travis forgot how to do Morse code which was his own problem

• Travis barely remembered anyone from the street when he first moved in with the guys, it was so strange that even other people that barely knew Travis was interested

• Lucinda try to figure out what was happening with Travis but had no idea, her magic doesn't extend to ancient magic anymore since she has modernized her magic. Even with the blockages she has she tries to figure out what's wrong Maybe by a potion but she found no specific potion that could do it most of those potions were illegal and she sense no specific potions she sense Magic

• but Lucinda never stopped searching for why Travis didn't remember anyone besides Dante, since there was no record of any major accidents involving Travis or the valkrums

• Micheal gave Travis a box of crystals cuz he had a obsession with crystals (still do) and Travis was shocked by the amount of emeralds there was in that box there was around 50 something emeralds if counting the broken shards, if counting the whole emeralds there would be like 35 which is still a lot

• Terry once threatened Micheal to turn his physical form into a relic due to a factor that Michael was trying to erase an important memory and Terry wasn't having it that day

• Travis would endlessly rant about crystals to Vylad which had started to make Vylad actually interested in crystals and start looking into them and then got obsessed over it with Travis

• Dante as a teen was a hoarder, he grew out of it eventually

• Gene, despite being a horrible person in general in high school, he tried his best to be a better person around Dante trying not to influence him cuz he is far much more aware the fact that Dante can be influenced by him and he does not need Dante to be on his level of trouble

• Gene is far nicer to Travis than other one of Dante's friend, most likely due to the fact there was already this out of nowhere trust bond that existed when Dante first introduced Travis to Gene

•Zane had braces throughout freshman year and no one noticed cuz he had a mask on, then he got retainers mid season 3

• Zane is diagnose autistic

• Garroth and Aphmau is undiagnosed ADHD even though Travis has multiple time told them to get diagnosed due to the fact of the symptoms they had visibly and every time they always have this conversation;

"well are you a psychologist?"

"No"

"then how can you see the ADHD symptoms?"

"Cuz I have ADHD!"

"oh..uhm well you pay for a psychologist then!"

And then Travis actually gets them appointed to a psychologist for a ADHD diagnose and they got an actually official diagnose because of Travis and his ridiculous amount of money

• Vylad is dyslexic and Travis would spend hours after school in the library with him teaching him stuff, even if that means getting home late which Michael usually don't mind cuz he's never home until midnight Vylad got his permission card to stay late from his mom

• Vylad is the reason Zane is into my little horsey, Vylad actually introduced Zane to so many cartoons that now they can binge watch any kind of cartoons that Vylad puts on the platter

This whole post is just me ranting about stuff I wish were canon but isn't Canon, but hey no one can really stop me from posting this :]

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