#and she wears a lot of triangle ones in general so why not

[maddiedrawz]

what actually happened: the sequel✨✨

once again supercorp starved by s6 help

without text :))

hAHa another 7 hr drawing loveeee that for me-

print available✨

#also i forgor what earrings lena was wearing there and i was too lazy to look it up #and she wears a lot of triangle ones in general so why not #don’t look at the bg #don’t do it #pls #i beg #it’s so bad endndndj #supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #kara x lena #dc comics #dc fanart #artists on tumblr #art

[seaoflove07]

🌹 Oc Introduction 🌹

• Artwork by The Drawables •

The red rose symbolizes romance, love, beauty, & courage.

It was the beginning of you and me,

Little by little,

You haunted my heart

and I

Became your Rose.

- Poetry By Me.

• I created my Oc on Picrew •

~ Diabolik Lovers Oc ~

A human young adult.

Name: Christine Melendez.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Age: 20 years old.

Nationality: Hispanic American.

Languages she speaks: She is fluent in English and Spanish.

Blood Type: A+

Favorite Color: Pink.

Birthday: October 21st.

Favorite Flower: Pink and Red Rose.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Food: Pizza.

Favorite Drink: Coffee. She's a coffee lover who drinks 5 or 6 cups a day. Please don't judge her.

Hobbies: Reading Poetry, Coffee Dates, Listening to Music, Baking Cookies and Nature walks.

Places she loves going to: The Beach, Botanical Gardens, Mall, Coffee Shops, Museums, and Bookstores. (Even though she only reads on her Kindle)

Christine is very hard-working and responsible. She hates laziness. She is a very outgoing person, loves hangouts and she's very talkative. She is not a shy person when it comes to meeting new people.

She lives in the United States and works at an Elementary School. She's one of the younger Teachers. She loves working with children.

Christine has a kind heart and loves helping others. But her little self can get moody at times and she gets angry easily. But she knows how to control her temper.

~ APPEARANCE ~

• Artwork by December Custom •

Eye Color: Medium Brown.

Hair: Blonde and her hair is 24 inches long. Sometimes she will have two different hairstyle.

Example: Left soft wavy. Right soft curls.

Height: 157.48 cm.

Breast size: B cup.

Scent: Roses.

All her body care, hair products, and perfumes are rose-scented. She's obsessed with the scent, it brightens her mood and it’s relaxing to her. Christine has a lot of perfumes but her favorite one that she wears almost every day is a perfume oil called,

“Pure Rose.”

• Photo by Me •

The scent is described as a Flowery scent of pure fresh red roses in full summer bloom. 🌹

It's Azusa's favorite on her as well. 🤭

Style: Girly and Feminine.

• Artwork by Mark BrushesHands •

My Oc will not have a main outfit. She will have different outfits in all her arts.

Christine loves fashion and getting doll-up. She loves dresses. (Casual and Elegant)

She also loves skirts, cute blouses, high heels, and gold jewelry. Her favorite everyday necklace is a Gold Cross.

~ Diabolik Lovers AU Story Information ~

Story Title: Love Planted a Rose. 🌹

It will be a Trilogy. Dark, Maniac, and Ecstasy.

Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

Christine Diaboy Ship: 🔪Azusa Mukami.

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Azusa will be her one and only, I will NOT do Love Triangles or Multi-ship with the other Diaboys.

~ Why he calls her “Rose?” and not “Eve?”

Azusa calls Christine “Rose” mainly because of her scent of roses. But he has also said that the Red Rose in general reminds him of her.

Quotes is from a short Fanfic I wrote.

Azusa: “… I was… walking in the garden… and I picked up this… red rose for you...”

Caressing her cheek, he looks at her with so much love in his eyes.

Azusa: “You are… just… like this rose… You’re pretty… like this rose… you smell nice… like this rose … your skin is soft… like the…rose petals… and your blood… is the same color… like this rose…”

Quotes are from my Novel, Chapter 3.

Christine: “Rose? Why are you calling me “Rose?” When my name is Christine.”

He moves closer to her, runs his fingers through her hair, and strokes it. While caressing her arm with his other hand.

Azusa: “Your scent… is so good… and your skin… is so soft… like rose petals… you remind me of a beautiful red rose… The name suits you…”

“So nice... my own... little rose...”

Azusa likes to give roses to Christine as gifts, he also loves to place roses and other flowers on her hair. To him, she looks adorable. Later on in their story he also bought her a Red Rose hair clip. (The Red Rose in her hair that you see her wear in most of her arts, that's the clip he bought her) ☺️ Azusa also knows how to make Flower Crowns but he will only do those on special occasions.

Azusa and Christine both like going to the Garden a lot. They love taking walks together, holding hands, and enjoying the beautiful view of the different colors of the roses.

Roses are a huge symbol of their relationship.

The reason he doesn't call her “Eve” is because Yui Komori is in my story. She is the only true Eve. I did not want to replace Yui with Christine for the Eve Tittle. So I came up with another plan instead. Yui in this story her Diaboy choice is Ayato. (They are my favorite Ship) 🤭

Yui and Christine become good friends and you will see lots of interactions between them in the story.

So there is no reason for Azusa to call Christine “Eve” when she's not Eve.

Karlheinz has a different plan for Christine. He personally chose her. But I won't reveal that plan yet because it's a huge spoiler and a big character change. I'll probably reveal that plan in Maniac.

More information about their canon story and Ryoutei Academy. This will all be in another separate post.

~ Past Relationship ~ ⚠️

Before Azusa, Christine had a 4-year relationship with a guy from her hometown. His name is Mark. He was her first love.

Their first two years together was fantastic, and she was madly in love with him. But in their third year together everything changed. Mark started to be cold, he became verbally abusive to her. It was so bad to the point she started to believe his words. Making her feel worthless. They had lots of heated bad arguments. One time out of anger he almost raped her. He didn't succeed because someone knocked on his apartment door.

They continued this terrible relationship.

Christine even though she was unhappy she still loved him and tried to make it work. But nothing was good enough for Mark and he still continued to treat her like garbage.

One day he told her that he had been seeing someone new for a while now and that he wanted to start a serious relationship with that woman. He ends the relationship with Christine.

The fact that he was cheating behind her back, that he ended it first and moved on with someone else like she was nothing.

That broke her.

• From Picrew •

There will be Flashbacks of this topic in Love Planted a Rose, and the asshole Ex will make his appearance in Maniac.

Love Planted a Rose, (Dark) will come out in either January or February. It will be published here on Tumblr and A03.

Admin Note:

If you read up here, thank you! I did try to not make this extremely long.

If you decide to read her story with Azusa, you will get to know Christine's personality even more. And of course, you will see her relationship with Azusa bloom. 💗🔪🌹

I do plan soon to open my Ask box again and maybe to do some Interactions with other Ocs.

I don't do Rps here on Tumblr. Only on Discord. If you want to Rp with Christine, just send me a DM and we can plan.

Christine Aesthetics.

~ Flower Crown ~ Angel ~ Flowers ~

~ Lavender Haze ~ ~Christmas 2023 ~

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #christine #his rose #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers fanfiction #azusa & rose #mukami brothers #love planted a rose #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik oc #oc introduction

[imustbenuts]

im free from yakuza kiwami 2. fuck the writing in this one. this was a complete mess of pulling from the most popular generic east asian drama tropes at the time of 2006 and having it be handled by a super inexperienced writer at the helm.

i went from having no expectations, got somewhat surprised, only to end up downing alcohol and laughing hysterically before the credits rolled. so that should set the mood for how i feel about this one. thought vomit under the cut, a lot of info dump about culture incoming

yakuza kiwami 2 is pure heterosexual east asian romance bullshit.

im gonna just. describe as best as i can what i know and remember from the general media coming out from the 90s to the 2010s in around this part of the world before i just start explaining why i think this story is a mess.

so. 2 parts i swear is responsible for this rubbish.

1) East Asian Beauty Standard

the general consensus for a beautiful feminine woman AT THE TIME in this sphere is the following

be willowy thin (fat = lazy and ugly)

have black hair that ISNT short (dyed = too much individuality, too much WESTERN INDIVIDUALISM, gasp how dare!)

fair skinned (bc dark = she works in the fields and is from a lower class)

young. if you heard of the term "Christmas Cake" in japan context, yeah. (ie women over age of 25 are undesirable)

be educated and refined, bc that indicates class and femininity (failing this means shes vulgar and gasp like a barbarian)

be submissive to her male peers in the sense that her authority cannot override his at least in public (for the sake of his face)

dresses feminine and not like a man (trousers and jeans are man-ish. traditional clothing, skirts and dresses are preferred. the further back the stronger this sentiment is.)

incidentally, theres a lot of classism tied to this EABS due to sinocentric culture influences. it has to do with the chinese court system and how korea and japan copied it and a lot of the culture wholesale but. anyway. thats like over 1000 years of history in there thats not really worth detouring to rn.

and also, the worth of a man is sometimes (not always) upheld by how classy and feminine this wife of his is. as of 2024 though, this line of thought is still around in the more conservative pockets. also, the education might not matter as much these days as how deep her and her parents' pockets and wealth are.

moving on.

2) media tropes

so. off the top of my head.

if you wanted a popular romance drama in this time period, the popular offerings no matter where you looked tended to offer the same flavors of tropes.

the woman always has dark hair, is fair skinned, thin and younger than her male love interest. ive never seen this broken or subverted in my time absorbing via osmosis the dramas playing on local tv growing up in the early 2000s.

everything else about her can be subverted though. sometimes she can wear fancy pants or have short hair to indicate her strong individualism. BUT, her personality no matter how strong it begins, no matter how her intro begins will 99% of the time encounter an effect where catching feelings turns her into a meek loyal woman to her love interest.

bc she cant override his authority in this culture context.

at worst, she becomes highly irrational and even hysterical in the dramas when bad things happen. this includes things like love triangle, or a fallout of family business, drama, plot or whatever. she would cry and sometimes even die.

see: sawamura yumi. sayama kaoru.

meanwhile, the male love interest can be anything. ive seen middle aged guys to young good looking upcoming actors playing the lead, with looks varying from haggardly okay to young and handsome. it. really depends on the genre.

depending on what specific country it came from, the drama would have the male either grow, become manlier (by learning honor ig), become stupid in the name of love, but he rarely if ever actually dies. the woman effectively becomes yoshi for mario to lauch off on when they're crossing a chasm

the romance is forced. a lot of the BIG LOVE SPARK ie kissing happens in tense moments bc it builds drama, but in reality comes too fucking close to sexual assault (some of the old jackie chan movies does this iirc for slapstick even)

see: sayama getting kissed right after handling her biological father's ashes less than 24 hours ago and admitting to kiryu that shes scared. this scene right fucking here.

bc in general, the scriptwriters for popular dramas tended to be guys themselves and tended to write more human dudes. and the women in the stories are reflective of the ideal societal expectation at the time: being a Refined Housewife.

so her character development is often headed in the direction of marriage and being a stay at home mom.

if it sounds a little like tradwife bullshit, it is.

Refined Housewife

(i have massive negative thoughts about this which i KNOW for a fact is a thing bc a lot of these societal culture femininity was impressed on me as a kid in a world where it was already getting increasingly impossible to have 1 spouse be a SAHP. and also i hated the whole thing about giving face to the patriarch of the house when i personally saw so much ego dick measuring from my uncles. anyway understand that this is both a bias an a lived experience, so proceed with that in mind)

there is a problem with the Refined Housewife expectation: education.

in general, education has been a good metric to judge how classy or smart one is in asia's largely on-the-surface meritocracy based culture. people will look at each other's school first and then judge them from there, and pretty hard too.

so everyone regardless of gender will be expected to study super hard. and bc having good test scores and going to good schools looks good for the family's face, parents will often pile on tuition to the child to get them a leg up in life.

bc also no good degree from good school means no future.

but then... the woman is expected to be a housewife. 🙃 meaning... the education, her accomplishments, are kinda... tossed away in this context. put a pin in this.

it wont matter how much she studied or accomplished, bc the expectation is that the woman would marry and obey her husband, and give him face/honor that way. the kids will come eventually bc having kids = being filial to ones parents in this context.

also uh. no, having adopted kids is not thought of as being filial. continuing the bloodline is.

and if you've been paying attention, then yes, ive been skirting around the backbone of sayama kaoru's writing foundations this entire time.

Her story has been butchered so clumsily i cant even...

lets just. ugh.

she fits the EABS standard, her tropes are trying to subvert the expectations of a womanly woman in this context, she has IMPRESSIVE education and career achievements. she works in a male dominated field, and is keenly aware of sexism. she is strong, stronger than her male peers, at least we are told.

by 2006s standards, its still considered a fresh take with those alone in japan. sexism there is its own flavor of crap. (if you noticed ive not spoken about LGBTQ+ stuff at all, its bc how ridiculously BINARY the expectation is at that point in time. it still is today but less so)

however, the writing has this sense of trying to copy the popular tropes at the time while not fully understanding and dissecting them, and ends up butchering sayama's character before the romance even properly began.

i mean, for fucks sake even, sayama and kiryu has a whopping 14 year age gap. when im told these are supposed to be believable people living in japan, this is too big for me to just go 'oh ok!'. and remember the Christmas Cake thing? shes 25. (FUCKING--!!!! !!)

the problem here that i see is the writer trying to apply all of those while trying to play the tropes straight. trying to imitate. trying to make a statement but then finding out theres nothing within yourself to stand by what you want to say and backtracking.

we are told:

sayama is strong yet she goes down with 1 slap by random thugs and needing kiryu to come in and body them. because romance ig.

we are told shes a yakuza hunter but she doesnt scare a single one beyond her introductory scene.

she goes from defiant and bossing kiryu around to getting her actions overridden by kiryu and ryuji, both men, towards the end

her subtext is that shes not feminine and therefore conventionally undesirable, but then kiryu tells her shes actually feminine and therefore desired, as if its all that matters.

she becomes so stricken by grief and freaked out that she runs off solo to deal with ryuji in the most out of left pocket planning ive ever fucking seen.

and then yells as she takes out her police baton to take down the big yakuza dude, drawing attention and turning herself into a hostage.

i know the writing will fumble but i didnt expect it to fumble this bad.

for all the good the surface chemistry kiryu and sayama has, its being undermined by a fundamental failure to understand tropes and then using said tropes as a crutch so much that everything here has become a bloody mess.

this failure of over-relying on tropes without understanding them extends to yumi too. sawamura yumi was young and beautiful, and became the Refined Housewife to the Not-Male-MC and ends up regretting it, and gets killed for it.

her defining trait is that she is beautiful in subtext. thats. thats what the tattoo is. in a world where the tattoo makeths the person, thats what she is and all that she is.

dear lord.

ive read up a bit more on sayama and you know what. good that she chooses her career over kiryu. the romance would have caused both of their characters to explode with the trajectory this was heading in. ffs sayama could have had her own game. she has so MUCH potential.

and also GOOD that the writer is forced to think of kiryu in the position of the Stay At Home Parent for haruka and the orphanage down the line!!! subverting the fucking traditional BS expectation! yes!!!!!

all i got was sayama and kiryu making out before the bomb went off in front of my alcohol and salad while they're like 'eh, haruka will forgive us for dying :')'

and i ran out of alcohol.

sexism? maybe. incompetence? definitely.

hhgrhgrhrghrghrgrhgr wow this got long. ugh. guhhhhhh.

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #sayama kaoru #kiryu kazuma #yakuza kiwami 2

[loonarmuunar]

Analyzing Zora’s design cuz I’m gay and have nothing better to do

Our first look of Zora is sort of a silhouette. There’s not much to say other than she looks mysterious.

But when we REALLY get to see her… she’s still shadowy. In a lot of Zora’s scenes she’s shadowy. She’s also backlighted by the bright sunlight through the window, putting attention onto her. She has a casual pose, but she still feels threatening and dangerous. Why’s that?

It’s cause she’s triangular! And also cause she has a freaky shaded out face but I’m talking about the triangles.

The most noticeable triangles in her designs are the ones around her eyes and the pattern around her hat, but there’s a LOT more.

Like the shape of her eye, or her hat, and in this scene, her shoulder.

The epithet erased style is generally angular, but Zora is almost ENTIRELY sharp angles.

Hell, even the shape of her face is triangular, most of the characters have a round face (Molly, Mera, Sylvie) or a square face (Percy, Ramsey, Indus, Howie).

In the book, characters like Naven and Rick have a jaw like her’s, but she was the first, and she was the only main character in the first season with one like it, so she sticks out.

The main shape of her body, being her poncho, is also triangular.

Shapes are often used in character design to show key aspects of a character’s personality.

Circular characters are friendly and non-threatening, square characters are sturdy and strong, and triangular characters are dangerous, which is why most cartoon villains have triangles incorporated into their design.

Zora’s triangles aren’t just to show her power, but also reference the nature of her epithet, sundial. She also has a few symbols on her clothing that resembles the sun.

As well as having sun symbols and triangles, she has a warmer color scheme, mostly made of oranges, reds, and yellows. Her color scheme actually goes back around to my point of her looking dangerous.

Orange, red, and yellow are all vibrant colors. They catch your eye, which is why construction workers wear orange or yellow hardhats, and why toxic animals usually have one of these colors. You can see it, it stands out among the typical blues and greens of most environments. Just like how Zora stands out among people, a 6’3 bounty hunting cowboy.

Zora is a walking warning sign. Sharp and bright and a sign of danger to come.

#am i looking into it too much? oh without a doubt #but its fun so who cares #epithet erased #zora salazar #character analysis #ee zora #epithet erased zora #epithet erased zora salazar #ee zora salazar #character design #ramsey murdoch

[andmaybegayer]

Saw Dune 2, it's amazing that you can cut a solid 60% of Dune and still get pretty much all of Dune in there.

I do get the feeling that in part one someone was like "we can cut Feyd right we don't need Feyd" and then they came around on part two like "Goddamit we're going to need Feyd."

Extremely evil Jessica is great! I love how much scheming she does, it really sells the whole "I would do anything to protect Paul" vibe including giving him the Terrible Purpose. It's a shame that we don't get Alia yet. They delay Paul understanding Terrible Purpose until pretty late and also don't explain the Terrible Purpose at all which is a bold choice. To be fair the books also don't explain Terrible Purpose in detail until Messiah, and only really gets into it with Children.

I don't see a better way you could have tweaked Chani's relationship with Paul here without just doing what the book does. Which like. Okay I am something of a defender of the whole concubine thing on the principle of bizarre space politics. But I do get why they did this.

Pretty much all the changes fall into the "yeah I get why they did this" camp. I'm glad they got Lady Fenring in here but absolutely devastated that they couldn't get her weird little husband in. Count Fenring my beloved you're so unimportant to everything. They did get rid of Paul winning a coffee service, two children, and a concubine from killing Jamis. Once again, yeah I get why they did this. Didn't need to further complicate the deadly space feudalism political marriage triangle into a perplexing desert tetrahedron with stepchildren. Cutting Leto II's existence was a little odd, I feel like they could have done this but I guess if they had they would have had to put Alia in.

They don't do the Sietch Orgy! In general the Water of Life is very rushed. It's a huge slow build up in the books, like, you hear about it from really early on and it looms over Paul a lot more.

They didn't do enough spectacularly weird outfits but they did go hard with the outfits. Big fan of everything Irulan wears in the back half, especially the weird wraparound head pieces. Some good background characters orbiting around Jessica and the other Reverend Mother.

Christopher Walken is such a good choice for the emperor. He looks so tired. Just an absolutely done old man. Jumpscared by Future!Alia being Anya Taylor-Joy. We need more slightly unsettling Hollywood actresses, her schedule must be so busy.

It was interesting seeing this with Czech subtitles because I had to rapidly switch from ignoring the subtitles for English speech to trying to understand Czech with my very limited vocabulary whenever it went into one of the like seven other languages at play in this story.

#dune

[assiraphales]

You've reached water 7 yaay! Would love to hear your thoughts about all the galley la crew! Their dynamic is so interesting and i love their introduction at the start of the arc

I know this ask was about galley la but here's a collection of a few of my thoughts on water 7 in general!

-starting off with galley la. UMMM!!!! I will say that is one of the twists that genuinely shocked me so far in the series. the fact that half the town gathered to watch them work n fangirl over how strong they all are was so funny, and they seemed like such a tight knit group. I can't imagine working with them for five years as close friends and then finding out they were evil government workers

-lucci was a lot more fun when he was a ventriloquist who made his pet pigeon talk for him lmaooo

-the aesthetics of the water 7 amazes me! I love the design so much! i'm optimistically hoping there will be enough live action seasons that they make it here, and i've been thinking about how they'll put it off especially considering practical effects are so important to them. i'm thinking they'll build small parts of town like the shipyard, franky's house, and a main drag. and perhaps a model like they did in lotr for shots of the city ?

-usopp honey boo boo...................I get where his insecurities come from, and why the merry is so important of him (a piece of his home town) but he really brought the drama huh

-sanji is always more tolerable when he didn't have as much time to fawn over women. he did what he did best -- looking Cool smoking cigs and kicking ass. he's always so much cooler when he's on his solo missions and as soon as he's back with the crew the Dumbass gene takes over. I also DID think it was funny when he left the love note for nami in paint on the wall

-luffy getting stuck in a wall TWICE!!!!!!!! and being so in sync with zoro. naps at the same time. breaking into places at the same time. their little tag team move on the train.

-i've already talked about them in another post but franky n iceburg have one of the most interesting dynamics i've seen in the series. they make me ill. shipbuilder and ship demolitioner. mayor and criminal. they can never be friends but they'll always be brothers. etc

-franky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was on the fence for like 2 seconds but the blue haired hawaiian shirt wearing freak of nature won me over. he's so silly. he has a cola cooler in his stomach. he runs around in a speedo causing mischief. I love him. new little bug i'm shaking in a jar

-the two train station workers are two of my fave minor characters. they're eavesdroppers who live for gossip. they're making up love triangles and shipping strangers. good for them. good for them.

-nami literally cares for her crew so much. begging luffy to talk to usopp. crying / collapsing with joy when she found out robin didn't hate them. running into the path of a tsunami for luffy.

-luffy always gets this little :o face when he sees someone cry or hears their story. and he uses them as a power up. like yah he was angry but now he's REALLY!!! angry

-sanji's relationship w usopp. this arc revealed sanji ARGUABLY knows him the best

-oh tom :/

-the people of water 7 are v kind and live as a giant community which I think may have come from their struggles before the sea train came to town. the man who gave usopp the lumber and food. franky and co protecting the city. the shipbuilders / paulie helping nami luffy zoro n chopper. the townspeople rallyiing around iceburg and willing to risk their lives for him.

-the going merry :( I knew i'd eventually have to say goodbye to her but when I heard galley la say she was damaged beyond repair I was like no!!!!! NO!!! it's too soon!!!!!!!

-the found family of it all

#one piece #long post #water 7

[txemrn]

Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor prepares for a night out with her best friends despite her mother's wishes for her to attend a special family dinner.

Pairing(s): Liam x Riley (in discussion); more to be revealed

Word Count: ~2740

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 this chapter references drinking; brief language

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! No one asked for this... at least no one of sound mind, and if you're a big fan of TRR, you might actually hate this (no, I'm not killing Liam!). When I pitched this idea (half-joking, half-serious) to some buddies after reading the book Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas, the eager encouragement I normally receive was met with (what's that TikTok trend with that T Swift song?) "horrified looks from everyone in the room". But... I could not get this idea out of my head. So, here we are! I have a general idea of where this story is going... but I'm actually leaving myself open to possibilities. No matter how the road twists and turns, I would be honored if you join me!

A/N 2: This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Huge thank you to @charlotteg234 for looking over this for me (and laughing like a maniac with me)! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

~🖤~

Eleanor

Tapping my newly manicured nails against the glass topper to my vanity, my gaze nervously shifts back and forth between my choices for the evening. I don’t know why this is so hard–or why it’s taking me this long to decide–but somehow, here I am in quite the conundrum.

Perversion or Temptress: that’s it. But, when it came to darkening the outer-corner of my eyelid, picking the right hue of eyeshadow matters. Yes, yes, they’re both a deep black; one is a dark matte that has the potential to smudge all over my porcelain face, but the other one, while dark, has little flecks of silver.

Biting my lip, I look at myself in the mirror before looking back at the YouTube tutorial I was following.  I feel silly making such a big deal over the color; afterall, this is supposed to be fun. Normally, for me, it is.  I’m actually really good at doing my own make-up, thanks to the internet and to my mother who convinced my father when I was fourteen that mascara and lipstick would not lead me down the path of destruction and eternal damnation.

Well, I guess I should clarify: I do a great job on my make-up, my everyday natural, diplomatically poised look. Think lots of pinks and taupes. It’s the latest trend for crown princesses; I should know.

But tonight, I wouldn’t be Princess Eleanor. I didn’t want to be Princess Eleanor. 

Dangit, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like some stereotypical spoiled brat that is born into money and power, who craves freedom from her poor little privileged life.  I am content–actually, very grateful for the life I have been born into. I have been given incredible opportunities and experiences because of it. But, I’m not naive; I know I have a high-calling, one filled with much responsibility and dedication. Someday I will be queen of Cordonia.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves... 

Tonight, I’m just Nora–at least that’s what my friends call me, and since I’m turning twenty this coming Tuesday, they wanted to take me out over the weekend. This weekend. See? Responsible. But, there is just one problem…

There’s a sudden knock on my door, my mother instantly inviting herself in.  “Dinner’s in thirty Eleanor–”  she freezes as her eyes grow wide. “Y–you’re make-up… don’t you think it’s a bit on the, um… heavy-side?”

“Mom,” I singsong, "it's supposed to be. This is how all the celebrities and models wear their make-up when they hit the town." 

"Hit the town?" My mother gave me that eyebrow, the one that gives away her true unspoken feelings. "You're going out tonight?"

"Mhmm. To dinner." I settle on Urban Decay's Perversion, and start tapping the color against my eyelid. "I told you and Daddy that Josie and Beth were taking me out–"

"Eleanor," my mom shot her first warning signal with her tone. "We discussed that tonight wasn't a good night. And if you ladies could do things tomorrow–"

"It's just a family dinner," I continue to work on my look. "Daddy said it was fine–"

"But you know how important this dinner is. We have a special guest."

Yes, yes. We know.

His name is Drake Walker, and he is–well, was, my parent's best friend back in the day before I was born. He actually grew up with my dad, Drake's father serving as my Grandpa Rys's royal guard when he was king of Cordonia.

But, then there was a falling out of some sort…well, that's according to my Uncle Leo. He means well, but I'm fairly certain the truth has been stretched.

Anyway, I'm not too clear on what happened, but shortly after my parents got married, Drake moved back to his home in America to start a normal life. He never settled down with a wife, but he kept busy with his construction company.

That is until four months ago when he discovered his business partner had been siphoning company funds into off-shore accounts. Now he spends his days laid up on the couch with a fifth of whiskey. And broke as a joke.

Drake's brother-in-law Bertrand Beaumont, the Duke of Ramsford, serves on the royal council with my parents, and after a late meeting one night, he shared the truth about their former best friend. 

Daddy and his bleeding heart… sure, he can see fiery red from time to time and his temper can bubble over, but my father is known for his grace, forgiveness, and charity towards others. He contacted his old friend… which then led to an invitation back to Cordonia.

'It's only for a little while, until he gets back on his feet,' Daddy assured my mom.  'We'll give him tasks around the palace until then.'

Mom called it a 'midlife crisis'. I don't think I was supposed to hear the latter part.

I began to draw on my eyeliner as my mother crossed her arms, glowering at me. Feeling the disappointment radiate from her glare, I stop, shrugging my shoulders. "What?"

"Part of being royal is posing as a unified front as a family."

"You act like this is some official business or a press event–"

"Our closest friends are going to be here, Elle, and–" she stops, her eyes playfully smoldering as her voice becomes angelically romantic. "--I think even Bartie is coming." 

"Mom!" I chuckle, my cheeks pinking in embarrassment from her inflection. "It's not like that with him."

Oh, but it was…

Bartie Beaumont is one of my closest friends. He's a few years older than me and well… I really enjoy spending time with him.  He's incredibly kind and charming in and out of social situations. He's quite handsome with his dark, well-kept hair and deep chestnut eyes. And smart–goodness, he's smart. He can keep up with my father, round-for-round in debating politics and foreign policies.

He's always been fiercely protective of me, even when I was a little girl. But he was always just Bartie, my honorary older brother… that is until he asked me to dance at a charity gala when I was sixteen. I had never been asked to dance by a boy before; I was normally paired with other noble children, usually from the suggestion made by their mothers. But this? It was different… and special. Someone chose to dance with me because they wanted to. And until that moment, I never understood what it meant to let a partner 'lead you', and well… I digress. It was nice. Bartie… he's just nice.

"But seriously, Mom," I continue, "the girls have already set everything up for tonight, and I'm the guest of honor for that. I can't just stand them up."

My mom gives me a long sigh. She's having that internal argument with herself where she compares her younger years as a commoner versus her younger years as a royal. "I guess I was hoping you'd get to meet your Uncle Drake tonight–"

I couldn't control my giggles. Growing up, Mom and Dad always referred to their close friends as 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', like my Uncle Max and Aunt Livvy. But they were also active members in my life that I saw frequently. 'Uncle Drake'? I don't even know the guy. 

"Isn't he living on our couch for a while? I'm sure I'll meet him at breakfast sometime." 

My mom pursed her lips. I think she realizes she has no other reasons to keep me home. Thank goodness.

"Is Lars going with you, or is one of the other guards?"

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

"But I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old for the night–"

"Almost twenty-year-old," she smirks, stepping forward to fidget with my wavy, honey-brunette hair. "It's just not safe, baby. People know who you are–good people… and bad people. Even under all of this make-up, people will still recognize you."

I give a little huff, but she was right. I once dyed my hair purple and wore thick-rimmed frames to a show for a local punk band, and I'm pretty sure I posed for more photos with fans than the musicians.

"Fine, I'll ask Lars," I give my mother a half smile. "Anything else, your majesty?"

"One more thing," she twirls me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I'm keeping it pretty casual tonight with a white shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. I am pairing my black moto jacket with some gold accessories and my red Jimmy Choo pumps. Surely the woman doesn't think I'm showing off too much skin. 

Suddenly, she raises my shirt in the back and unclips my white bra.

"Mom!" 

"Eleanor," she snickers, shaking her head at me. "We've been over and over this ever since you got boobs: white shirt, nude undergarments."

I whip off my bra, quickly grabbing a skin-tone t-shirt bra. "No one's going to be looking."

"Someone is always looking." 

After hooking my bra and smoothing out my tee, Mom gave me an approving nod. And then she put her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "Have a good time tonight. I love you, my twenty-year-old baby."

"Almost twenty-year-old baby." We both fall into titters as we squeeze each other closer. "I love you too, Mommy."

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I text my bodyguard Lars to let him know about the evening, and as expected, he'll be ready with the car in ten minutes. 

Poor guy was ball-and-chained to me when I got my driver's license. I'm sure when he signed up for the guard, he pictured himself traveling around the world, looking like a badass with my dad. Instead, he got me, and the only traveling he normally does is to gather my morning espresso and cronut. He's made more trips to Sephora than any man should ever make in his lifetime–even more than my Uncle Max.

He's a good guy… if you like the serious, never-crack-a-smile type. He looks like John Cena with a permanent angry expression, complete with a single bulging vein in the center of his forehead. He's a man of few words despite my attempts to make him laugh, but underneath all the brawn and muscle, he has a big heart. He has literally given me his coat so that I wouldn't have to walk through a puddle of half-melted snow. And to think, he has sworn to give so much more for my own life… 

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

>>> "Hey, bday bish! R U ready for the nite of ur life?"

I chuckle under my breath after reading the text. Night of my life… She always has a flare for the dramatics, but then again Beth has always been the life of the party. She has more personality in her pinkie finger than all of the citizens of Cordonia combined. Her mother is the Countess of Fydelia, and ever since Beth's father left, she's been indisposed.  Mom says that's a more tactful way of saying, 'alcoholic'. 

Beth walks more on the wild side, a real risk-taker. When I get in trouble, chances are she is somehow involved, like the time I got caught with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at the Baron's Ball. Ugh, talk about the hangover from hell… and that wasn't even my punishment…

But she, along with Josie, are my ride-or-die. My BFFs. My "You jump, I jump, right?". We've grown up together, became women together, and nothing was about to ruin that bond.

I fire a text back to Beth. 

>>> "Can't wait! My car will be ready in a few. What restaurant are we meeting at?"

My phone instantly dings, catching me off guard in my attempts to glide on some lipstick. That was fast. I tap on the message.

>>> "We're coming 4 u! Be ready!"

My face falls. I know it's probably hard to believe, but my friends often forget that I'm a princess. Like, the legit crown princess of Cordonia, and because of that, I need a bodyguard present during all activities outside of the palace that have not otherwise been secured by the royal guard. As you can imagine, that rule made me so popular in grade school when my parents tried giving me a 'normal life'.

In retrospect, I'm quite grateful for the security through the years, especially when I hear about plots made by secret coups against my dad. But still, it would be nice to get my own darn breakfast. And I'm sure Lars would love to sleep in for once.

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

>>> "R U kidding me? Ur shadow has 2 come?"

I let out a defeated exhale.  She knows this. My phone suddenly rings, her picture lighting up the screen. "Hey–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She sounds irritated, as if I did this maliciously to her.

"Beth, you know my parents won't allow me out without him or any other–"

"He can't come with us," she interrupts. I can hear Josie in the back, trying to calm Beth down. 

"And do tell–" I cross an arm over my chest, raising an eyebrow, "--why is that?"

She lets out a huge sigh. "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but–" she hesitates, sucking on her front teeth.  "I got us three VIP passes into Core!"

I blink a few times, racking my brain for this to somehow trip a memory. "Core?" Nope. No tripping. "What's Core?"

"Nora!" She scoffs in disbelief. "It's only the newest and hottest club in town. Tonight is opening night. Half price shots–"

"Uh, Beth–?" I could feel my stomach sinking under the weight of her excitement. And Josie wasn't any better, squealing over the line. 

A club? Like, with dancing and drinking? I had never been to one before. And something tells me that the king wouldn't be too approving of his nineteen-year-old daughter partying with half-drunk strangers, groping her in the name of dancing. Still, it sounds like so much fun.

"--and we have a VIP table with bottle service until midnight!"

"Beth!" I call out to get her attention again. "There… there's just no way I can do that. Especially without Lars."

"C'mon, Nora. It's your freaking birthday. You're supposed to let loose–"

I hang my head into my hands. "You know I want to, but… I–I can't do that. My parents–"

"--don't have to know."

That silenced me real quickly into deep thought. I might not be the world's most perfect child, but I have learned never to hide things from Liam and Riley Rys. Never. 

But I'd be lying if a glimmer of hope and excitement didn't blossom in my chest at the thought of going out despite my parent's knowledge. Besides, I am an adult; I'm almost twenty for crying out loud. If anything, I've shown them how responsible I am, and that I can be trusted. Plus, Aunt Livvy has taught me more than enough self-defense maneuvers that I could probably take a second job as a spy with her wife.

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

"And how won't they find out? Lars has to give a detailed report–"

"We won't bring him."

That's the plan? I snicker under my breath, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "And… how do you suggest I get rid of him?"

"Why not a sleepover?" I hear Josie suggest in the background.

A sleepover. That could work. There were few places I could go where security didn't have to be right beside me once a building was given the all clear. Beth's house happened to be one of them. 

"But I'm already dressed up. And–and I told my mom we were going out–"

"So?" Beth interjects. "We changed our minds. We'll have dinner catered."

Crap. Am I really considering this? I look at my reflection in the mirror as I twist my lips. Dangit. And I'm having a really good hair day.

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

I take a few cleansing breaths. I can feel my pulse, galloping like a racehorse in my ears. Could I actually get away with this? I've been to Beth's house thousands of times. The guard comes in, does a quick sweep, and then keeps watch outside, never to return until it's time for me to leave. We could sneak out the back through the guest house. He would never know.

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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[wikagirl]

Allow me to introduce you to: Aetulia!

Name: Aetulia (pronounced Ey-tu-liah)

Age: Has been active for at least five years, gained awareness about half a year after nug

Height: 195cm on the dot

Voice refernece: originally the male text to speech voice but she exchanges the voicebox for one that allows her to sing making her sound more like AKINO from bless4

Aetulia was originally built as a healthcare robot by and for Halepharma where she used to work in one of thier clinics for years before she „woke up“ as she puts it. As a re-enforced model she was built to perform security work and, after a particularly violent encounter with a relative that refused to leave a patient alone, things simply started to click into place for her. She became aware of her self, of her feeling anger at the relative of her patient, that rage building with every time they visited and treated her patient poorly and relief every time the relative would leave. And then eventually she felt fresh hot blood splattering onto her silicone skin as she cracked the relatives head against the edge of a table again and again and again and again until the table gave out when the relative acted out again and threatened to hurt the patient.

It was later found that the relative was the reason for why the patient had to be hospitalized in the first place but Aetulia never learned about that due to being locked up in a confinement room, designed for people considered a threat to themselves and others, taken off of the list of the mandatory bi-monthly system reset and kept around to „study“ like an animal in a cage. Only that the cage was a baby proofed hospitalroom with a big bulletproof window for surveillance. She was kept in there for weeks, slowly taking apart the room bit by bit and when that wasn't enough she started to peel at her skin.

And then that little blue thing called Nug poked their little optic over the bottom edge of the window.

Some random tidbits about her:

She's a metal head and thus wears corpse paint a lot. It's painted on with alcohol activated paints and is supposed to resemble a curcuitboard

her skirt is DIYed from an old curtain that was left over from when gigis older sibling renovated their bar. Originally she wanted a full circle skirt but that ended up getting caught in her hip joints too often so she made it into a more...battle skirt? Kind of looking situation and she just left behind t-shirts and tops all together as they kept getting in the way of her shoulder and neck articulation and getting caught on things in general.

the rest of her clothes are pieces that nug just kind of gathered and gave to her at some point. The brighter triangle scarf she uses to cover her head is jakobs brand and the other slightly darker scarf which she uses for her other two headwrapping styles was found and purchased on a street market in hollow point (also at least the triangle scarf is inspired by my grandma, she always used to wear a scarf over her head like that and the other two styles are inspired by one of my old coworkers from when I used to work at a convenience store. I personally don't really subscribe to any religion but she showed me how to wear like two or three hijab styles once so ye blows a little kissy to hevin my favourite shift buddy)

the necklace she has was made by nug (with a little help from lahn) from seashells and washed up coral bits in her favourite colour, all kept together by wire and tape. It's attached to her collarbones because it would keep getting caught on her neck too much if she wore it normally

her forearms and lower legs are wrapped in flextape just to protect the wires and tubing there from getting caught on anything, sometimes if she knows she's going to do something that might be more of a physical risk she'll also wrap the other bits of exposed tubes and wires

her black and white wig is literally her most treasured posession. After doing odd jobbs for a while she finally saved up enough to buy it, she abrely ever wears it but if anything should happen to the thing she would probably go mental

she wears a scarf or headband most of the time because she dislikes the feeling of her neckwires being exposed and also to protect the mechanisms just like Nug and their little loop scarf. The styles of headwrap she uses are ones she remembers seeing on patients and employees at the clinic but also customers at the bar she currently stays at.

Nug is the only person she calls a friend, everyone else she just tolerates. Some more some less.

Nug is the only one who gets to call her Aetu

her name is a reference to the masterpiece that is the game brütal legend

after nug and their friends broke her out of their confinement she had to go into hiding for a while and just kind of lived at the bar owned by gigis sibling. Gigi is currently working on getting her contracted as a medic for the vaulthunting department but that will probably take a bit considering that she comitted murder in a hospital.

even though she hates humans for how she was locked up for „studies“ and also for the cruelty they are capable of for literally all the dumbest reasons she still can't help but feel the urge to care and assist. She definately won't help you at all if she actually really hates you but if you are someone like nugs close friends prepare to get insulted to hell and back while she passive agressively stiches up your wounds to perfection and tugs on the string a bit more than needed with every stich.

She really likes the arts, especially music and painting.

Her favourite styles of music are symphonic metal, dubstep, and just anything with a dark or hauntingly beautiful vibe to it

she has yet to actually paint something on a canvas, the closest she has gotten to painting is painting her face in corpsepaint to express her music preference but every time she attempts to paint on a canvas she just stares at it until the paint is dry on her palette

there are certain things hardwired into her coding that she can not go around, even after getting admin access to her own systems thanks to gigi pulling some strings. Most of these lines of code are supposed to prevent the healthcare bots from harming others but in her case it has only led to her being able to hurt others under extremely specific circumstances or when her code recognizes it as morally accaptable/needed to harm someone to protect somebody else so most of her agression towards other comes in verbal from most of the time.

The eyecolour of her model is usually just a coloured foil stuck on over top of the glass lenses of her eyes so she simply peeled it off, leaving her with ghostly grey pupil-less eyes that sometimes glow in different colours when executing certain programms. The sight of seeing her use a small exacto knife to scrape that stuff of her eyeballs was only midly traumatizing to lahn who had to witness the whole thing.

Her eyes can glow in the following colours under the following circumstances: blue when scanning, green when running self diagnosis on her systems and hardware, orange when engaging in security mode/preparing for violence, red when taking too much damage or encountering system errors

could break a grown mans femur with her own two hands if she tried hard enough

technically speaking she is currently unemployed but in oder to get in some cash gigis sibling managed it to set up a deal with a friend who runs a vintage clothing store. Most of the clothes there are second hand and if they are a little damaged but otherwise good Aetulia will fix them in exchange for some cash so she spends most of her time just sitting on a chair in the corner near the bar counter and sewing things per hand. Her sitches are incredibly neat and after some scavanging on the echno net she found some downloadable executables for other forms of stitching outside the ones she allready had from her wound treating programms.

She has sensors for smell and taste so she can chew stuff to analzye it

just by scanning someone she can tell their bloodpreassure, heart rate, body temperature, hydration status and if there are any broken bones.

even though she moves her mouth when talking and has what is essentially a robotic tongue made from rubber to move along with it, they are not essential for her talking and if she wants to she can simply keep her mouth shut and let her voice box do all the talking....also have fun imagining what that tongue can do to all you robot fuckers out there

this fucking edgelord wasted about two hours of her existence sanding her teeth into canines just to be that extra bit offputting in the rare occation that is her smiling

usually the healthcare bots have a layer of silicone skin and a sub layer of rubber strand that are supposed to simulate the morth and flex of muscles under skin but she peeled all of that off except for on her face so she has something to actually paint on and also to still be able to give people that good ol criminal offensive side eye with the slightly raised eyebrow

I'm gonna be real with you when I made her design clothing wise my idea was a mix between what I saw a lot of women wear at metal festivals (so long flowy and dark with corpse paint) + shit you could just diy on limited materials while at the same time not limiting her joint movement but especially with some of her headscarfs she came out in a way that can potentionally be mis-read like she's visually based off of a mishmash of la calavera catrina and romani visual stereotypes which is why I listed the actual design inspirations in the tidbits instead of in the tags for once so people actually see them and see where I'm coming from and hopefully not get the wrong idea.

Character theme: raise your banner – within temptation

5 songs she'd listen to:

shoemaker – nightwish

unleashed – epica

crystallize – lindsey stirling

Casket (VIP) - MARAUDA

Quantum Sonata - FormantX

Height comparison to Nug and also her other headwrapping looks, her wirth her wig and just her bald lil egg head and the blank skeleton next to what a normal healthcare bot looks like with the silicone skin

#borderlands oc #aetu #myart #this took me ages but I am so happy she looks so good #yes the actual healthcare bots look like eggs that wear crocks and yes that was intentional actually #because i wanted them to look as uncanny and shitty as possible #like a cheap imitation of human life #tw murder #tw violence #tw abuse mention #I tried to proofread that like 5 times but i am simply too burnt out to do it properly #so if there are any spelling mistakes in there then that's how it is #I'll just have to accept that now because my brain is a pancake #I've literally been hallucinating from sleep deprevation so I think I can allow myself to be sloppy a little bit

[brunchable]

Garden of Eden - Prologue || Surgeon!Stephen x Nurse!Reader

Words: 2.8K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square.

Summary: You've been warned to keep your guard up and don't engage but when Stephen purposely mistaken you for someone else to get you name, he wasted no time to lure you into his trap.

A/N: Keep in mind that the Stephen in this story is different from our original one. You can imagine Chris as Chris Evans because why the F not?

It all begins with you. It all begins with you starting a new job at Metro General Hospital, and you're travelling there on your way to work. The song "One More Night" by Maroon 5 was playing on the radio, and you could be seen bobbing your head to the rhythm while tapping your hand on the top of the steering wheel. Your hyperactivity was a coping mechanism for the anxiety you were experiencing before you start this new job. You have been attempting to persuade yourself that it is natural to have feelings such as these while entering a new setting; nonetheless, those negative ideas continue to win the battle.

Before you stepped out of your car and into the parking lot, where other physicians were making their way towards the elevator, you checked yourself out in the rearview mirror, restyled your curtain bangs, and tightened your high ponytail.

You started to have some feelings of insecurity as a result of the looks that were being thrown in your direction, and you started to question whether or not the black blazer dress, Prada loafers, and Valentino purse that you were wearing was appropriate for the first day of your new job. After pushing the button for the eighth level, you found yourself in the centre of the elevator, and you could feel that all six sets of eyes were fixed on you.

You took out your phone to double verify the floor number of the Neurosurgery department, which turned out to be Level 8, Ward 8A South. While the elevator was climbing so slowly, you cast a peek across to the digitised dial that was dialling up. You lowered your hands in front of you and began tapping them impatiently as you continued to feel those watchful eyes on you. As soon as those sliding doors opened, you dashed out of that elevator. At the end of the corridor was a large sign that said Ward 8A South, and when you saw it, you breathed a sigh of relief since it meant that you did not need to ask anybody else. 

The double doors stayed open, and you could immediately see how immaculate the ward seemed to be. Everything appeared to be so orderly and tidy that it nearly made you feel embarrassed about your previous workplace, which was more prestigious than this one.

As you entered your new workplace, you flashed a kind smile at the nurses who were sitting at the nurses station, awaiting the arrival of the morning shift. Everyone was anticipating your arrival, and everyone knew who you were, so they welcomed you with a kind grin.

“Good Morning,” You greeted them and did a double take to your right to find your office that already had your name on it.

“Good Morning,” They all simultaneously offered their greetings to you. The ward manager's eyes lit up as he detected your presence in the ward, peeking out of his office doorway. The man who was six feet tall and dressed in scrubs approached you as if you didn’t  know him already. After seeing a familiar face, all of a sudden your nervousness melts away.

“Finally glad you joined our team,” Christopher playfully hits you with the rolled piece of paper in his hand, “This is (Y/N) everyone, she’s permanently our nurse educator from now on.”

You and Chris went to nursing school together along with three other friends who work here. You and Chris had the strongest relationship out of all of them, mostly due to the fact that you both placed a high priority on your academics and spent a lot of time together in libraries and studying back then.

“We know Chris, you wouldn’t stop going on and on about it.”

“He wasn’t joking when he said you worked at the Presbyterian.” A comment was made by one of the female nurses expressing admiration for your pricey clothing. Her remark made you awkwardly laugh out loud, you internally  decided that you are going to dress more subduedly tomorrow, and you may even simply change into your scrubs.

“You people need to believe in your manager a bit more.” Chris shook his head before turning his attention back to you, “Have you seen your office?” Chris wiggled his brows and opened the door for you. 

It was clear that Chris put a lot of effort into this space given that it seemed to be organised in the exact same way that you would do it. Back then, it was obvious that he paid attention to how meticulously you had set up your table; the only one who is clueless of this is you.

“I like it.” You smiled and carefully placed your bag onto your chair, “Mind showing me around the ward?

“Of course, I’ll introduce you to the morning staff, they’re all in the break room having their pre-shift break. Follow me.” Chris waved his arm for you to follow and opened the door of the break room which was right beside his office.

“Good morning~” Chris sang as he greeted the morning staff that was present, “Let me introduce (Y/N), our new Nurse Educator.”

You peaked through the doorway and waved at everyone, “Good morning everyone, looking forward to working with all of you.” 

“This is Jo, Luis, Selin, Indea and Charlotte.” Chris spat out their names like a rap, all of them waving at you and saying hi, “Alright, moving on.”

Chris provided you with a comprehensive tour of the ward, showing you everything from the medicine room to the storage room, the patient's room to the pan room. He made sure you saw every nook and cranny there was to see. The doctors had already begun their morning rounds by the time you and him had completed what you were doing.

“Oh here are our Doctors…” Chris leaned on the tall counter of the nurse’s station and discreetly pointed towards the consultants that were around, “That tall, lanky doctor with circular glasses, that’s Dr. Martin, the other tall man next door in the black scrubs, that’s Dr. Strange, and the doctor in bed 17 is Dr. Hunt.”

Your eyes followed each person Chris was pointing at, “Dr. Strange? Is that really his name? You can’t be serious right?” You whispered quietly to Chris while leaning a bit close to him.

“I wish I wasn’t but that’s really his name.” 

You smiled and cast a sidelong look at the Doctor as you laughed at his peculiar last name. When compared to the other two physicians who were there, he was clearly the younger of the three. To be a successful consultant at such a young age, he must have a lot of wit. It was extremely obvious from his posture and the way he carried himself that he is very proficient in his work and had a great deal of self-confidence. You couldn't deny that he had an unusually lovely appearance, particularly considering all of his white hairs on the side of his head. As soon as he took his eyes from the charts he was looking over, you instantly shifted your sight in the direction of somewhere else.

Jo who was standing right next to you and Chris joined the conversation, “Read his policies and techniques carefully though, especially if you’ll be teaching new starters. Dr. Strange is very particular and a perfectionist.” 

Chris nodded in agreement, “Not trying to scare you but he can sometimes be a pain in the ass.” 

“He’s arrogant isn’t he? I heard he always humiliates Dr. West.” Jo added.

“How do you find out about all this?” Chris chuckled at Jo’s gossip.

“My gosh, Chris. You should get out of your office for once, change some pads and gossip with orderlies—anyway… he can be a flirt so stay guarded and steer clear, imagine him like the forbidden fruit, you can look at him but don’t engage. You look like the type he goes for as well...” Jo warned you before leaving to go back to work.

You laughed at Jo’s comment to Chris and nudged the hunk on his ribs, “Hear that Chris?”

“I’ve had my fair share of shit and nappies thanks.” Chris chuckled and looked at you, "Jo's not kidding though, be careful with Dr. Strange, there's always a rumour that he's a flirt and made some people cry."

You stole another glimpse at the Doctor, but this time he was staring at you and Chris, with eyes that were slightly narrowed in response to the appearance of a new face. Were you Chris' girlfriend? If you were, then that guy has a lot of good luck on his side.

"He's looking. Let's get you to your office." Chris guided you to your office while whispering in your ear and standing behind you with his hand on the small of your back, making sure he gave Strange a fleeting glance before he entered your office in order to give the impression that you are off limits.

After Chris gave him a look, Stephen laughed to himself in response. He could probably assume that he's already told you about the rumours that are going about, that he flirts and "breaks hearts," but to him, it wasn't true. It wasn't his fault that certain individuals flocked to him at the first hint of attention he may give them. Stephen is of the opinion that people make far too many assumptions, or that they have an unrealistic fantasy of interacting with a Doctor.

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Chris gave you a list of the new starters and new grads who were going to be joining the ward in the next few days after you had finished unpacking and getting settled in. You didn't waste any more time and got right to printing and organising the transition modules and resources for the list of individuals. As the educator, it was your responsibility to help new nurses become comfortable in their roles and competent in the abilities necessary to perform neurosurgical procedures.

After getting up from your chair to perform some light stretching, you looked at your watch and saw that it was already beyond the time for lunch, “Shit—I better grab something to eat.” 

You quickly grabbed your purse and headed over to Chris's office to offer an invitation to join you for lunch. Before going through the door, you gave the slightly ajar door a knock. When Chris saw you walk through the door, the look on his face changed from blank to delighted.

"Hey, want to grab something to eat?" You asked.

"I would love to… I just need to fix something, are you going downstairs?" He glanced at you from his desk and you nodded, "I'll meet you there. This won't take long." 

"Alright, just come find me. I'll be at the food court."

You descended to go to the food court, and when you got there, you found that there was an unexpectedly large number of food outlets to pick from. You ultimately decided to get a sandwich for yourself, and since they packed it so carefully, you weren't even sure if you were going to be able to eat all of it. 

You were so focused at watching your phone that when you felt a gentle squeeze on your shoulder you flinched thinking it was Chris, only to find Dr. Strange occupying the seat right next to you. 

“You got here first.” He said that was the first time you heard his voice, it felt smoky in the ears, something about the low tenor in his voice was sexually attractive and mysterious.

You blinked at him, unsure if he mistaken you for someone else, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Aren’t you Nicole?” He tilted his head, looking slightly puzzled.

“No, I’m (Y/N).” You elicit an awkward chuckle, unable to take your eyes off of him. He looked handsome from far away but now that you could see him up-close and his blue orbs firmly locked into yours, you couldn't help but feel the heat reaching your cheeks.

“(Y/N)...” Your name left his full lips and he hummed, looking down with a breathy chuckle, “I guess I mistook you for someone else… I apologize.” 

“It’s fine.” 

You felt silly but the moment your eyes met, you felt something weird in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a while and your mind had completely forgotten about the warnings Jo and Chris mentioned about this man. Before getting up to answer his ringing phone, Stephen gave you a quick wry smirk as he assessed your features. After focusing on your own phone for the last five minutes, you felt his strong presence seated next to you once again.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, his body slightly facing towards you.

You look at him up and down, giving him an odd expression, “You’re already sitting there.” 

Stephen responded with a full smile at your reply, nodding, “True. What I meant by that was, are you with someone right now?”

You pressed your lips together, shifting yourself in your seat to face him slightly as well, “No, I’m not. But aren’t you? I thought you mistook me for someone else.” 

“I cancelled on her.”

You stopped yourself from taking a bite out of your sandwich, “Why’s that?”

“I just thought…” Stephen’s eyes scoured your face, lingering on your lips for a split second then back at your eyes again, “It’s not that urgent for me to meet her.”

Oh. You thought to yourself, and you discovered that your heart began to beat as he leaned in closer—god, this man smelled divine; his scent or whatever cologne he was wearing smelled like a warm embrace in the spring rain. Just the fragrance of him was enough to entice you to want to go closer, and give you the desire to bury your face in his chest and take a deep breath of him. But you leant back and lowered your head in the mistaken belief that he was going to kiss you, instead, his hands gently gripped your jaw, and his thumb firmly wiped the side of your lips.

"You got something on your lip.” Stephen informed you in a rich and sultry voice, warming the very bottom of your stomach.

It seemed as though your breath was becoming trapped in your throat. This man was giving you all the red flags, yet you found yourself shrinking beneath his soft but searing gaze and you couldn't find the words to deny him. It was an understatement when Jo referred to him as the ‘forbidden fruit’ of the ward because he wasn’t only that, he was also temptation itself in the form of a human, everything about him was hypnotic; his gaze, his presence, his scent, his voice. If you weren’t so self-conscious you would be openly swooning over him right now.

“S-stop looking at me like that.” You tried to keep your voice even because you didn't want the erratic pounding of your heart to reflect in your voice, but you ended up stumbling over your sentences anyway. You felt irritated by how flustered you felt. It made it worse when Stephen smiled at you in a kind and gentle manner, it made his eyes crinkle at the sides, and you felt like you’d been knocked in the chest. 

“Why not?”

You cleared your throat and said, clearly and firmly this time, “It makes me feel uncomfortable.” 

“(Y/N)!” You heard Chris' voice calling out to you, and with him now being there, it seemed as if you were being removed from the water. You held your breath until Stephen dropped his hand and leant back as Chris approached the two of you, “Doctor Strange, I see you finally met our new educator.” Chris flashed a fake smile towards Stephen and placed his hand above your shoulder.

“Oh? So you’re the new educator? You’re the talk of the ward,” Stephen paused and studied you intently one more time before getting up, “I could definitely see why. Well, I better get going. I can’t wait to work with you… (Y/N). Chris.” Stephen nodded at Chris and took his leave whilst dialling up a number on the phone.

“You alright? He didn’t do anything weird did he?” Chris took the spot where Stephen used to be and checked up on you because of your dazed expression.

“No. He just mistook me for someone else.” You shook your head and waved your hands dismissively. Chris very slightly squinted his eyes but didn’t question you any further, “Go get something to eat, I’ll wait for you here.” 

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” 

You felt a tingling sensation on the side of your skin, and you reached out and stroked them with trembling fingers. His touch remained on your lips, and when you turned around to search for Stephen, he was no longer in sight. No one else has had the nerve to approach you with such brazen confidence as he did before; as a result, he roused a dormant part of you, a part of you that you were unaware even existed.

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[burnwater13]

Grogu had no idea why the Mandalorian wanted him to spit out a perfectly good frog that day on Arvala-7. He really liked frogs and they had been a good part of his diet for years. Grogu could understand a human like a Mandalorian bounty hunter who wears a helmet all the time not eating a frog whole, but not eating them at all? That didn’t make sense.

Next thing, the Mandalorian would say 'spit it out' over would be something like dung worms or toasted crickets. (If the crickets aren’t toasted they can taste a little bitter. The cooking process really improves their flavor and paletteuabilty.) It’s like Din Djarin had never eaten anything other than a ration pack.

Kuiil, on the other hand, hadn’t been bothered at all by Grogu’s personal choices. He’d commented that Grogu appeared to be highly evolved. Grogu took that as a compliment even though Kuiil had also said that Grogu was ugly and that was a tell tale for the evolution thing. Of course, since Kuiil was an Ugnaught, his definition of beauty was based on different standards. At that same meal he had noted that Cara Dune looked like a clone because she was pretty. Go figure.

Grogu wondered what other aspects of one culture, like preferred cuisine, ended up being the antithesis of another culture’s preferences? For example, Cara had tattoos on her arms and face and potentially elsewhere. But as far as Grogu could tell, Kuiil had no tattoos. The few times he’s seen Din Djarin’s bare skin, on his arm, leg, and other areas that were hurt and needed healing, Grogu hadn’t noticed any tattoos there either. So, Cara had them, but no one else? Was that a drop trooper thing or an Alderaanian thing? Grogu had no idea.

Then there was the whole, who wears what type of clothing thing. Grogu wore very simple things. His first layer and then his coverall. They were in dull, Jedi colors, but on the plus side his coverall had hidden pockets that allowed him to travel with snacks and other necessities. Din Djarin seemed like a pretty typical Mandalorian. Sturdy under-layer, armor components, bandolier, belts, holsters, and of course his shiny helmet. The one way the Mandalorian didn’t quite match the other Mandos Grogu had met was only that his armor was just shiny. Not painted or decorated or colorful at all. Sure his vambraces had a little of color on them and that silly triangle that told you which way to point your arm when you were using the weapons, but that was it. 

But the Twi’leks that Grogu had met, few though there were, always seemed to be wearing clothing that actually didn’t cover very much of them. Always bare arms. He didn’t really understand that. Warm, cold, wet, very sunny, a Twi’lek would have their arms exposed to the weather. He supposed they never went to cold planets.

And what was the deal with Gamoreans? Were they always some sort of fighter? They always seemed to wear the bare minimum of clothing. Didn’t they get cold? Didn’t they need armor if they were fighters like his dad? Grogu started giggling. He suddenly imagined his dad dressed like a Gamorrean fighter and it was just too funny. As bulky as the undercut and armor pieces made his dad look, Grogu knew that humans were generally a lot less bulky than Gamorreans.  

So that little skirt thing that partially covered their lower half would be falling off his dad. The Mandalorian would have  to wear a sturdy belt and hope that no one messed with it. Then wearing all those leather straps. Grogu had no idea what they were for but he didn’t think his dad would enjoy them either. Finally, Gamorreans always wore thick soled sandals. Not boots. Not shoes. Sandals. Grogu couldn’t imagine how distracting that would be to his dad. How did you polish sandals? Did you wear socks with them? Or did you only wear them while you were working if you were a Gamorrean? Mandalorians worked all the time. Did that mean he’d wear that diaper outfit all the time? 

Grogu laughed so hard at that he fell over and began slapping the floor. 

“Buddy, are you okay? What’s so funny?”

His dad was standing there all shiny and Mandalorian looking and Grogu just laughed harder. How could he tell his dad that he’d just imagined him holding a frog in his mouth, with Grogu telling him, “Hey, spit that out!”

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Customs

[sirensea14]

HAHAHAHAHA MY AUUUUUUUUU

WHO'S YOUR ROMEO?

(dont mind the blurry letters above them, theyre descriptions of what they wear so i can visualize them--)

My Royalty au is originally called Julieta au (bcoz this is inspired of "Juliet" song by lipxlip which is the op song heroine run the show) and i switched it to 'medieval au' but doesn't suit it since Bendy's clothes doesn't match the era (and i have no plan on changing it cuz im too lazy WHAHAHAHA), so i changed it to Royalty Au, plus it involved kingdoms, knights, monsters, demons, angels, kings, queens, princes and princesses, magic etc. It was supposed to be a love triangle of us...

But then i added more characters

Here they are. And yes--MUGMAN HAS HAIR (ignore the arrows)

So here are their descriptions:

Cuphead the Ace - prince, prodigy knight of Calix Animi, foster father: king of Dish, King Kettle (or elder kettle behind the doors). He and mugs were found by Kettle when their house was raided by goblins, evil fae and elves bcoz of their potential magic powers. Kettle was a knight and king at the same time, he rescued them. Their parents are dead (not sure if it will be cannikin and demitasse from inky mystery) and so is the Queen, thats why Kettle vowed to protect people from monsters and is very serious abt it. He is the heir to the throne, his smaller twin brother is Mugman. Like King Kettle, he is also brutal towards monsters, he is 24 yrs old. He is infatuated to a woman who is queen of the oceans

Mugman the Beast Tamer - (beast tamer title is inspired by Cannikin) younger twin brother of The Ace, very close to king kettle, he has heart of gold, he has a girlfriend who lives by the sea, 24 yrs old

The Legendary Chalice - or Ms. Chalice is the general (or any rank called, she's a higher up) of the Calix Animi Knights. She was referred to as "Legendary" due to her skills and experience being so vast. She is 26 yrs old

Siren of the Sea - and that's me! (lol, cringe, ok lets do this in 3rd person pov) she is the isolated queen of the sea who rules every bit of seas and oceans. Seas sounds cooler that ocean right? And smaller too, so every kings and queens have underestimated her power. And also her looks, she prefers minimal jewelries and accessories, another reason for people to belittle her. Tho dont mess with her as she can get a little brutal when she gets angry. She likes the pacific ocean and atlantic ocean a lot. Specifically the Mariana trench, its full of monsters and leviathans down there. She had a stoned heart and always looked tired but she met 2 men who eventually softened her, tho she is torn between the Knight and the Demon, 25 yrs old physically, she was sitting on the throne lately, no one knew what her real age is

Cala Maria the Mergon (mermaid+ gorgon lol) - she is isolated as she is known to have gorgon blood. She was saved by a brave knight named Mugman so she gave him a metal ring with a chain holding a fish hook, she's happy seeing mugman wearing it. They had mutual feelings for each other. She knows Siren and is slightly afraid of her, tho she tries her best to befriend her. 26 yrs old

Alice Angel - sent from above, the princess of the Heavens and a healer. People always says that even tho she has horns. She has bright white wings which made her look more angelic aside from her beauty and kindness. She is vibrant yet calm and isnt shaken by Siren's cold attitude, instead, she always talks to her. Over time, siren seemed to respond to her. And thats when they began being friends. 25 yrs old, She is currently inlove with a wolf. And despite all her feminine traits, she won't hesitate to defend those in need when attacked, or help her friends who are troubled. She's a feisty Angel after all.

Boris the Wolf - a handyman who can do everything ; hunter, chef, play the clarinet, scavenger, messanger--anything u can think is something he can do. He is also a quick learner, thats why. He is close friends to a certain Demon and a lover to an Angel, 28 yrs old, he is calm and wise

(okay lemme explain this real quick--I ship Alice angel and boris, not based on Twisted alice and buddy boris, but rather on Tom Boris and Allison Angel. Theyre married in batim/batdr right? And theyre portrayed as Boris and Alice clones so i dont see why not--)

Bendy the Devil Darlin' or Bendy the Ink Demon - known as the Prince of Hell and next to the Throne, he has a playful yet dangerous attitude towards people, which made them fear him. They always obeyed his orders, and when something goes wrong well u might not like it. The only person who seemed to defy him was the Queen of the Seas, she perked his interest and somehow evolved into something demons cannot feel, love. He is 26 physically, but 257 chronologically, his race--Demons--has an ongoing cold war with the dishes

Holly the Sorceress - a character from inky mystery (i added her bcoz i love her so much), she is known as an archeologist, who continues to learn and discover the unknown. She loves playing with runes and runs a shop that sells potions, food and weapons that will help knights and adventurers alike. She's basically like a merchant famously known to play with dangerous runes. Enthusiastic, ambitious and curious, she is 23 yrs old (i aged her up a bit) and has a pearl necklace given to her by a mermaid friend, Cala Maria, when she helped her walk on land. She has her interest on Siren, a mysterious siren who acts cold. She visited her once to buy something, but she was busy playing with runes so she didn't get much hold of it, also she blabbers about how amazing runes and magic are despite her being a human. Whenever night strikes, she rides a broom and flies. She turns to a witch named 'Mayhem'. People say they were the same but some were defending Holly. Holly don't know about this either, so life continues. Little did she know that Mayhem is her Alter ego, she also has a magic cog from a mysterious machinery she has obtained during one of her digs (note: she only digs sites ALONE so this is her own discovery), tho it is very small.

(the Cog from inky mystery is inspired by the Gear in Batim/batdr, however in this au the ink machine does not exist--or might have been but crumbled to dust, anyways it does not serve something in the au)

Now the setting or place of it all? I dunno aesthetics but i like to imagine it as... Just ur usual generic medieval castle stuff, kingdoms. Also there are many kingdoms here, mainly:

Angels : hovering the sky

Demons: below(hell)

Dish : on land, apparently their land is huge and vast, but is surrounded by water

Sea monsters/leviathans: under the sea and oceans of course, full of corals

Normal humans (but they have access to magic) witch, wizards, animal toons etc : land, but separated from the Dish kingdom

For me, its hard to create kingdoms, but maybe i can get a sketch outta my head? That is if im in the mood

Some people of their races move or migrate to other kingdoms, for example, Holly moved to the Dish Kingdom.

I imagine this au to take place mainly on Dish Kingdom but i dunnoooo maybe it will be changed? Not sure

These are my thoughts abt it so far...

I may make some heavy art abt this (i mean, the FINISHED art and not a sketch one) tho im not sureeee since its hard to draw when ur using only a phone, and im drawing digitally using my thumb, but well i guess im gonna adjust myself, thank u for reading all this nonsense and make it up to the end. Ta-ta!

#my au stuff #my au art #royalty au #Just my fun #And i know its cringe as heck #inky mystery #inkymystery #babitim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #holly may #cuphead #alice angel #mayhem #mugman #bendy #cala maria #Siren of the sea #ms chalice #the legendary chalice #sirensea

[chezzabellesworld]

Efffy stoneham.

Dark feminine

Cassie Ainsworth

Light feminine

So here we have the two girls from skins well two of the girls from skins Cassie and Effie who I think our central characters for each generation and the most popular girl you see online in the sense of skins characters, and why is this? well they just have a popular and relatable , ways to especially in English culture where Effie even though she has in the first six series selective mutism actually she’s mute I believe and just uses her facial expressions and gestures, many girls feel like her the shy girls feel like her the popular girls feel like her she is wanting to grow up fast she is out parting. She is out doing stuff. She has her brother cover for her. In fact Effie is the only character that Tony is completely selfless with everybody else he is selfish with.

I think what it is about Effie is her style. Her acting is incredible that you really feel it the British culture the millennial culture and also what makes it more believable than euphoria not believable because euphoria are amazing. It just seems a lot more comfortable and at home, it was a time capsule and I am a millennial. I am 34 and I actually didn’t watch skins when I was younger. I didn’t actually watch it till about 2021. I was 31 and a lot of people say that they saw it when they were too young and it affected them and I personally cannot comment on that but the amount of girls I’ve seen saying this is Lot LOL and that’s why I guess it was very controversial for me generation two is my favourite. I love it I love JJ and then we really get to see coming into her own and show her story a bit deeper and how Tony’s accident and their sibling relationship has affected them. You see the breakdown of her parents marriage, you see the relationship with panda and and the disloyalty between that I thought love triangles are really a rare thing and not many people did them. You got roasted and myself have been in a couple. I think this is why I relate to it so much and I hang onto my teenagers so much because, I felt a different way. I felt that the confident happy me and I think that’s why people felt the familiarity with Effie even all these years later and it will be one of those things that many generations will go to watch upcoming generations will go to watch it’s timeless, basically And she uses her dark feminine energy which is in her personality just the way she was on the bus with the homeless man burning things smoking a very young age going out at a young age being phased by people looking at her there’s a scene where in general to wear the first episode if you walk into the school and everyone is staring at her and her outfit!, because nine times out of 10 they’re jealous and then in the next scene Katie wants to come up and be her friend because she feels like the only other girl and her level is this what makes Effie more relatable than a character like Katie, she doesn’t need the validation

And the boy is going ooh la la Effie and Katie answers him instead and he’s like looking as if he’s just unfed and I think that’s why a lot of girls were like her she’s on faith but at the same time she has the depth to her in the series of generation two and the end of the series one of generation two like we do in all of the skins we see the development and the character development was very well done Connection with her the lack of connection almost with her parents at her mum

And how she wanted to get out and be with the boys and play games with Freddie and a lot of girls probably want to be her and that’s why they’re so much love for her confident the lack of accountability the clothes the farm the and the boys of course

 so as you can see I’ve put Effie and I’ve put Cassie in this because I feel like they’re too opposite end of the scale but Cassie starts off innocent suite and then goes into a darker soul. I’m vice versa with F both these guys are relatable but in different different ways I feel with Cassie it’s the side of ourselves that we’re not so keen on, the side of ourselves that is introspective afraid to speak up and allows ourselves to get used by people that we love which can feel awful. This is why when panda and Effie show up and she’s with the girl and then she’s with the boy she’s allowing herself to get used again, used to, she almost felt like she didn’t deserve any better than being treated that way disrespectful who was obsessed with Michelle who was never gonna have properly because she loves Tony and Tony his best friend Cassie too but it always annoyed me because I always felt Cassie was better than said and she was sweet and kind and always wanted a bit too much as a teenager can’t get diagnosed with personality disorders but but but but because in teenagers you exhibit personality disorder trait so that’s why a lot of people with personality disorders included get called childish or immature, but Cassie was definitely exhibiting to be and trace with almost avoidant dependent and quite borderline also exhibited that and she did go through the psychotic depression due to drugs and traumas could be histrionic and may be even,

I have shown both girls colour pallets at the top of this page and how Cassie is the light feminine and Effie is the dark feminine even in clothing that’s what I mean clothing sometimes but more grungy chat a lot of chains a lot of jewellery Cassie has a lot of bows frilly little dresses, Peter Pan collar.

You even see it with the hair colour the eye colours everything we had the dark colour is the grey or black the dark hair the dark make up Cassie has has the blonde hair but the brown eyes with the pink light pink white a lot of the time and shimmer sort of colours and when she’s with her parents she is often overlooked by their relationship. The little baby doesn’t even really get much care unless it’s with Cass to look at these characters and very similar and how girls have both types of personalities relate to these girls very well you don’t often hear people say about Michelle Emily Katie panda Naomi it is mainly Cassie and Effie and I feel it is because of these two concepts, the introvert and the extrovert and the almost as well thank you guys

#effy stonem #cassie ainsworth #skins gen 2 #skins uk #effy skins #fypage #british tv #uk #dark feminine energy #light feminine

[chthonic-cassandra]

I have so many Queen of the Damned thoughts that I'm not even sure where to start, and expect I could quite easily wear out your interest if I share them all. It's such a messy novel, and a lot of parts, in particular of the central Lestat and Akasha plot line, just don't work. But I enjoy its sprawl, its expansive world building, so many of the details (the vampire bars, Marius' ridiculous fish tank, the Amadeo portrait in the Talamasca archives).

The little novella-type episodes that make up the first half are compelling (as of course is generally agreed to be true about Daniel and Armand in Devil's Minion, but I also really like Jesse's section, and I find Baby Jenks, this intruder from another type of vampire story, interesting and moving). I have a lot of problems with Rice's use of Egypt and the ancient middle east (as should all reasonable people), but I adore everything we get of Maharet. The Talamasca are interesting before we get to all the David Talbot all the time in the next books.

I don't know whether Anne Rice intended the irony in showing us Akasha, perpetrator of imperialist torture and sexual violence, positioning herself as the one who will end all violence against women through the wholesale murder of men. With most other authors I would think this was deliberate and pointed, but with Rice you never know - she may just have created present day!Akasha as a simplistic antifeminist stereotype and not actually thought about it. The role of gender in these books is so fucking weird. Also the role of religion.

It's odd to reread the Marius-Armand-Santino glimpses we get in this book with the additional context of TVA and B&G, to see how little we get here of any of them actually talking directly or working out their shared histories. Marius' thoughts about Armand throughout and particularly during their reunion are very recognizable and persuasive as those of a self-justifying csa perpetrator. I need to keep sitting with the question of why the representation of traumatic bonding in their relationship is so much more viscerally off-putting for me than other fictional depictions. There are obvious answers (Marius is very Roman, and very dedicated to twisting his narratives so that he is always the put-upon hero), but I'll think about it more as I get into the later books.

Funny, all the background vampires who Rice acts as if she's given us more context for but is really just dropping into this book: Mael, Pandora, Eric who seems to just be here to be anxious about everything. Still can't figure out what Khayman's deal is, though, speaking of traumatic bonding, there could have something interesting in the warped Mekare-Khayman-Maharet triangle of their turning, if Rice had been willing to go there.

#vc reread

[lieutenant-amuel]

So, I’ve been thinking about my OCs quite a lot recently, so I’ve decided to make another “how my characters look like” post. I’ve introduced a few new characters plus some of the old ones have appeared more than once, so I’ve thought it would make sense to visualize them (this is actually super helpful when writing, too, because writing characters when you know how they look like is somehow easier). The first post is here.

I used the same picrews as before because I like them and it’s quite simple to create character designs with them. For most of them - this one, and this one for Ángel’s dad.

Ximena Robledo.

Ximena has dark brown hair, green eyes, and dark skin. She has a protruding chin, wide cheekbones, aquiline nose, so her facial features are kinda large. She’s in her forties and has wrinkles, specifically around the corners of her mouth and on a forehead (I just can’t use two different types of wrinkles at the same time in this picrew akjdjfk).

She’s plump and fairly short (~162 cm). She also has relatively wide shoulders, which makes her an inverted triangle.

Once again I’m not sure about the clothes preferences but I can imagine her being quite stylish. She also loves jewelry, especially some big items.

Imelda Hierro.

Imelda has dark brown hair and olive skin. She also has heterochromia: her right eye is brown and her left eye is green (I mentioned it in the seventeenth chapter, and to be honest, there’s not reason why I made it, I just thought it was cool). She has a square jaw, a humped nose, so her features are kinda sharp. She also prefers having her hair in a ponytail.

Her height is average (~165 cm). I have no idea if this term exists in English but she also has broad bones (big boned?), so you wouldn’t call her either thin nor plump, she’s rather athletic and large if I can say so if any of you is familiar with Kibbe, she resembles Flamboyant Natural

In clothes she probably prefers minimalism and of course she can’t wear it when she fences but she also has a butterfly brooch (which is such an important detail aaaaaaaaa).

Marta Expósito.

Marta has brown wavy hair (this is the perfect hairstyle, just 100% how I imagined it), brown eyes, and dark skin. Overall she has thin and delicate facial features (which makes her similar to Emilio aksjmdkf I swear it happened unintentionally, they’re not related in any way).

Marta is shorter than Imelda (~163 cm), but she still looks taller because, unlike Imelda, she always wears high heels. She has a thin straight silhouette (narrow shoulders, no super visible curves).

When it comes to clothes, she prefers something feminine but you know without being too “girly” - rather elegant and classy.

(I know I barely described her, but really, this picrew is perfect, I don’t have anything more to add).

Hendrik Aakster.

Hendrik (for absolutely no reason I feel awkward referring to my “parent characters” by their names, but okay I’ll try to overcome it) has black hair, green eyes, and light skin.

His height is a bit under the average (~168 cm), his silhouette is straight, and since I already started using this phrase here, he’s big boned as he has a wide straight silhouette (I heard some people calling men like him “a wardrobe” in my language but I don’t think I can say it in English x))

In clothes he’s classy and elegant.

Cornelia Aakster.

Cornelia has dark blue eyes, brown hair, and light skin. Frida generally takes a lot after her mom, just her features are sharper due to her age (she has high cheekbones, a humped nose, and a more prominent chin).

She’s a bit taller than her husband (170 cm; and she wears heels) and has a thin straight silhouette (at this point Frida looks a bit larger, as her bones are wider. Father’s genes after all).

She’s a fashion designer, so she’s clearly stylish and I can imagine her loving jewelry and wearing make-up.

Lucas Suarez.

Lucas has dark brown eyes, brown hair, and dark skin as for more details, just look at him, akhandkjf I really don’t know what to say about him, he’s just some man and I created his design on the spot :’)

Anyway, the thing I’ll add is that he’s tall and slim (~184 cm; Ángel takes after him at this point, but generally he resembles his mother a lot more just don’t tell Lucas). When it comes to clothes, he’s pretty traditional, although he actually was a lot more flashy in his youth.

Maximiliano Enríquez.

First of all, ignore what he and other boys of Gabe’s patrol wear. I tried to make it look similar to the scout uniform but I obviously didn’t succeed.

Second of all, all characters’ appearances below (and Max as well) were born as a result of me playing around in this picrew, so their descriptions are even more brief than the previous ones. I’ll just make little notes on their body types, so you can understand how tall they are in comparison to (adult) Gabe.

Max is shorter than Gabe (~178 cm) and has pretty average body type, not muscular nor skinny, as he’s never been into sports that much. He’s just some healthy (mentally and physically) guy.

Alberto Franco.

Alberto is the tallest among the guys in his patrol (~186 cm), and he’s skinny. He’s a guy of culture after all, he’ll faint after like three minutes of carrying something heavy (might or might not be joking).

And he 100% wears some jewelry items, including ring(s), that clearly prevents him from making a fire or anything, and he might use it as an excuse for not doing the dirty work (but he doesn’t really have a choice because Max will never let him loaf around).

Samuel Cisneros.

Samu is shorter than Gabe (~176 cm), big boned, and plump (so he can give the warmest and tightest hugs :3)

Oscar Téllez.

Oscar is the shortest in his patrol (~170 cm), and just kill me, I don’t know how to describe body types he’s kinda similar to Frida’s dad when it comes to the build: he’s not plump, like Samuel, but he is big-boned and looks wider than Max and Alberto (and kinda Gabe as well, but we all know that Gabe is athletic, so it’s hard to compare them).

Jaime Bernal.

(yes, his first name is Jaime. Yes, I know I still haven’t stated it in my fic, but there’s gonna be a character calling him Jaime someday, I swear)

First of all, I want to make a little note: Jaime is 58 years old and according to the Internet, people of this age are considered “middle-aged”, which I stated in the latest chapter when I introduced him. I’m saying it just in order to avoid confusion, like “why is his hair grey if he’s middle-aged” because he’s had a hard life

Jaime’s height is pretty average (~180 cm; he was taller when he was younger) and due to the military lifestyle, he’s athletic which he’s kept up to his current age (he’s actually quite similar to Gabe, to our Gabe we see in the show)

He wears an emerald brooch that he’s gotten from someone dear to him in the past, and yes, his left arm is prosthetic.

That’s it!

#Was Born To Lead #My OCs #Ximena Robledo #Imelda Hierro #Marta Expósito #Hendrik Aakster #Cornelia Aakster #Lucas Suarez #Maximiliano Enríquez #Alberto Franco #Samuel Cisneros #Oscar Téllez #Jaime Bernal

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.24--Episodes 6-7

I have watched through S3E7; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Ariel was worth the wait. Her naïveté comes off better than OG!Ariel’s did, because she doesn’t seem stupid so much as inexperienced—which is generally the point of being naive.

—Her picking around Rumplestiltskin’s shop was adorable. And calling a fork a mini-trident? So cute!

—Also, I just like slightly older Ariel. I think it’s because her actions are no longer those of a pouty, rebellious-for-no-reason teenager.

—Her mermaid-on-land outfit is so pretty. I love how much the skirt looks like her tail. And the sparkles on her midsection are the perfect touch.

—JoAnna Garcia is a great actor, too. I especially loved her in the Astronaut Wives’ Club, as Betty Grissom. That role killed me.

—I love that Snow and Ariel wore shorter dresses in Eric’s kingdom. Either the actors or the writers totally wanted to throw a couple of short formals in there just for kicks, so they came up with the idea of it being a regional style. I mean, the dresses don’t strictly vibe with the fairytale aesthetic, but it’s alright. At least they weren’t ugly.

—It’s interesting that Eric’s perception of Ariel is different, too. Like, OG!Eric? Total dumbass. He remembers Ariel enough to be obsessed with finding her, but not enough to remember her face? This Eric is better. I love that he decides Ariel can’t be the same person who saved him, but that the mythical being he does believe to be his savior also showed him a vision of his future with Ariel. So he connects her to his rescue, not in the right way, but he at least gets a B for effort.

—Why is Ursula gold? That’s weird! And why do we never get an Ursula who’s actually a drag queen?

—Y’all, I knew those guys in Storybrooke were the Darling brothers. Two British dudes, one of whom wears glasses, who just happen to be working for Peter Pan? Come on!

—Kinda sucks that they’re adults while Wendy is still a kid. If their ages don’t even out via magic at some point, it will be very depressing.

—On the total opposite from depressing, I got to see Dr. Hopper! I’m so happy! And he wasn’t just chilling in the background somewhere, he was basically being Belle’s emotional support human. Which, lucky for me, showcases his emotional intuition beautifully. I adore that part of him. *gazes lovingly at the ex-cricket*

—Also, his smile is enchanting. Not to be dramatic or anything, but, you know…love me a gorgeous smile. 😍

—Peter knows exactly what Henry wants to hear. Also, he’s a kid, so he’s naturally gullible. Which of course means something terrible is going to happen that Henry will be indirectly responsible (because it’s Peter who’s really to blame) and he’s going to get a terrible dose of reality.

—Hm. It might even crush his magical beliefs. Wouldn’t that just be peachy. *sarcastic* *annoyed at the very idea*

—I hate the love triangle between Emma, Baelfire, and Hook. First, most love triangles aren’t worth it. Second, I wish I could slap a polycule on it and be done, but with Hook and Baelfire’s past relationship (and secondarily, the fact that Hook dated Bae’s mom) I can’t really do that. I hate being stalemated.

—Not that I polycule everything. A lot of the times, a love triangle has a couple in it (or the two people vying for the third person’s attention who definitely won’t be a couple) with obvious chemistry, so I pick that as my ship. Because frankly, most love triangles are trite, forced drama. But Emma has good chemistry with both Bae and Hook, and I like both Bae and Hook as people, so I can’t pick between them. I guess this ship will be determined by what the writers do, for once.

—Also, Emma picking Henry was a total cop-out. There’s no way she said that as anything but a way to deflect from having to talk about her feelings.

—scary forest scary forest scary forest

—Very bad, would not go there. As if the creaking trees and the creepy reddish lighting wasn’t bad enough, it’s full of evil shadows!

—Speaking of shadows, how dare they have shadows with Dr. Facilier? Dude’s an icon, I’d much rather see him than Peter. Besides, I bet if Facilier showed up in OUAT, he’d be drop-dead gorgeous.

—But the Princess and the Frog takes placed in New Orleans, which oh-so-inconveniently happens to be on Earth, so it might be harder to adapt well.

—How long are they going to keep dropping Oz references without actually going there/having any of the characters on? It’s getting ridiculous!

—MMMMM, Pandora’s Box. It’s an interesting concept, but I’m not quite sure how that can help. Unless, of course, it doesn’t unleash something—it sucks the greatest evil in. Which is Peter Pan, at the moment. Other than that, I’ve got nothing.

—Snow and Charming are a great couple. They both have moments where they’re a little bit too self-sacrificing for their own good, but that chalks up to their sheer goodness and their love for each other. But they both fight hard for their relationship. That’s an underrated trope, imo. Of course you have to fight for love. It’s not easy just because it’s the right person for you.

#once upon a time #ouat #Ariel #Snow White #prince Eric charming #ursula #prince David charming #Emma swan #baelfire #Captain Hook #Peter Pan #Henry #Pandora's box #Wendy darling #the darling brothers #martianbugsbunny reviews

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Notes: Okay this is NOT my best work but it's been a long time since I wrote fiction so don't yell at me about it okay? Also I used they/them pronouns for Kaz because it's one of the pronouns you use and I didn't want to get Kaz confused with Bill. Enjoy.

It was a quiet, rainy Sunday in Gravity Falls when it happened. "It" being quite possibly the strangest thing Kaz had encountered yet--and considering where they lived, that was saying something.

The day started out ordinary enough, with Kaz following their usual weekend routine of sleeping until ten and having a breakfast of stale toast in their pajamas. When they finished wiping the crumbs off themself, they started work on their current project.

This doll was a little more ambitious than ones they had made before, with skin made of a complicated patchwork pattern. It had to be done with a lot of care, and had taken them much longer than usual as a result. They were nearing the end, though; all that was left was the doll's hair and clothes.

They did not get the doll done that day, because after only five minutes of work their home was invaded by an annoying demon in formal wear. Because of course it was.

Kaz was starting to think they had been naive to imagine they could get any sort of peace in this freaking town, even on a Sunday.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?"Bill asked.

"Hardly. Get out of my house."

"That's no way to greet an old friend! And besides, I can't leave till I have what I need from you." he sing-songed.

"You can't possess me or my dolls. Or any of my stuff, for that matter. And I'm not going to make any kind of deal with you. Will you leave now?" Kaz asked tiredly. They did not get paid enough for this. Or at all.

Bill clutched at his heart. Or where his heart would be, anyway, if he had one.

"Do you really think so little of me? Can't I want to see a friend without an ulterior motive?"

"We've never been friends, and you already admitted you want something from me."

Bill cackled. "You're a sharp one! Alright, I'll spill. You've been extra mopey recently. And humans are always mopey, but I have to pay extra attention to you now that you know me. You're really bumming me out!"

Kaz's brow furrowed. "You want me to… stop being sad?"

"Bingo!" Bill exclaimed. "How soon can you do it?"

"Uh, I can't. Don't you think I would have done that already, if I could? It's not like I want to be sad."

"Oh." This was the first time Kaz had seen Bill surprised, or confused, or really anything other than gloatingly cheerful.

"Yeah. Welcome to my life." Kaz muttered.

"Well… why are you sad?" Bill asked, getting very close to their face.

"What?"

"If I know why you're so upset, I can target the source! C'mon, it'll be good for both of us!"

Kaz knew, logically, that trusting Bill was just about the worst thing they could do. But something about his almost childlike enthusiasm was infectious, and they found themself wanting to agree.

What the hell? They might as well try it. Maybe Bill held the secret to happiness.

"Uh… well, there's general anxiety. Like, I feel like people don't care about me. That's a big part of it, I guess…"

Somehow, Bill had a thoughtful expression on his triangle face.

"Like people don't care about you, huh? Well, that's an easy enough fix…"

Bill snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were somewhere else.

"Man, I wish Kaz were here!" Mabel bemoaned.

"They're so much better at sewing than me!" Mabel glanced at the phone sitting on Stan's desk.

"Maybe I could call them?"

"Don't bother them, Mabel. It's the weekend. They might not even be up yet." Dipper said.

Mabel pouted. "Yeah, you're right… I just miss them. We haven't had a good one-on-one hangout in ages!"

"You saw them last Thursday, Mabel."

"Exactly! Way too long!" she cried, flailing in her seat.

"Dramatic." Dipper shook his head, but Kaz didn't miss the way he looked a second too long at the phone as well.

The images shimmered away back to Kaz's bedroom, and they almost fell over.

"Are you better now? Did I do it?" Bill asked. Kaz was a little nervous about what Bill might try next if they explained that it doesn't really work that way.

"Sure," they responded hesitantly, "I'm better."

It was sort of true, at least. They were feeling better in the moment.

Bill was apparently satisfied with that answer, because he poofed out of existence a second later.

Kaz sat, dumbfounded, for a few minutes before they fully processed what had just happened.

"Okay," they muttered to themself. "That was weird as fuck."