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vampmorgue · 7 months

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𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Chapter 1: Promises

📖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 red 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 purple.

⚠ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 18+, afab reader, kook!reader, toxic!rafe, dark!rafe, ghostface!rafe, dark themes, toxic relationship, mentions of addiction, manipulation, jealousy, guilt tripping, love bombing, anxiety mention, profanity, [ smut: unprotected piv, dry humping, oral fem receiving, fingering, edging, slight face fucking?, handjob, missionary, cowgirl, overstim, praise, breeding & choking kink ] mentions of blood, slight gore, knife use, murder & death.

📑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.7k

🦇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: it’s here!!! it’s also the way i was supposed to post this in the summer but then got unmotivated then got back on it and it’s perfect for the season now, happy october! anyway i’m so excited about this mini-series as i have loved the scream franchise for years so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. (this is also my first attempt at writing smut and actually posting it, but we all start somewhere so hopefully it’s decent.) let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist !

💌 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @assi-me-issa @darkscrossfire @mounthings

©𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩/𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

Ever since you got accepted into your dream university on the West Coast, you had a weight lifted off your shoulders, at least a little bit of it.

Your family and friends were all happy and excited for you to achieve your dreams that were coming true, except your boyfriend, Rafe who didn't seem too fond of it even if he said he was. There was only a month left until you had to leave for university, and it's been recently that you thought of breaking up with Rafe. As fucked up as you felt it was, you had your reasoning.

Before issues started, Rafe had given you a promise ring after you graduated high school, and you did see yourself with him as everything seemed so beautiful at the time if you put aside the bad parts beginning to worsen as you and Rafe had spent the entire summertime together meaning you had little time to yourself. Your reasoning for breaking up with him other than a long-distance relationship; Rafe's addiction was worsening then after a couple of tries of helping him was a fail and him treating you worse than ever, and your intuition was feeling weirder every day, you started questioning yourself if you wanted to be with someone like that, but when you took time to yourself while Rafe was away for a little while on vacation with his family, you discovered yourself more and needed to put yourself and dreams first. You couldn’t let anything get in the way of that just like Rafe and his problems were starting to affect it by distracting you. He had graduated a year before you, so you would’ve assumed he had his life figured out already, especially with the kind of father Rafe has, but he didn’t.

You told Rafe to come over as you wanted to tell him in person how you felt. He agreed to it since he wanted to spend more time with you before you left, even though he hated thinking about it, despising it even. Rafe never expected you to leave him, although it was a fear he had.

“Why did you start to think that us parting ways is the best idea?!” Rafe asks you with offense in his tone.

“Because it is!” you protest, “It’s always been my dream to go to school on the West Coast, and I want to focus on that— my career, everything!”

“We can make it work!” Rafe insists, “I can’t believe you want to throw away three years just like that?”

“That was never my plan, Rafe.” you say, “But as the day gets closer… I can’t see us together. You refuse any help on your addiction which is getting worse, and you know that. We’re both going on two completely different paths. We wouldn’t work— most long-distance relationships don't work."

“This is fucking bullshit,” Rafe mutters to himself, slamming your bedroom door shut and leaving your home.

This wasn’t over, even the relationship, and you knew you two would have to talk again, but you didn’t know when. You sigh as you sit on your bed running your fingers through your hair. A part of you felt awful and guilty, and the other part felt relieved to say how you felt toward him; it was like the knot in your stomach was finally detangled, but not completely.

Arguing with Rafe was exhausting enough, no matter how much you had tried giving out you're reasoning in whatever you two would go on about, but your boyfriend always had to have his way.

𖤓

The next night, to your surprise, he had called you first, but Rafe usually held in a grudge for more than a day, so you wondered what had changed if any change at all.

“Hey,” Rafe says through the phone.

“Hi, Rafe,”

“Listen I... I’m sorry about yesterday,” he apologizes, “I just think you haven’t thought it through enough… I love you, Y/N.”

You felt sorry not only for yourself but for him, too. Your gut telling you one thing, but your heart was telling you another. You started to fidget with your promise ring, but you couldn’t take it off nor return it, and it’s not like Rafe would accept the ring back because he wouldn’t and more than likely would never, and a cloud of confusion was surrounding you. Maybe giving him a chance couldn’t seem to hurt you as much as you thought it could.

“Just come over so we can talk things out,” you respond, rubbing the side of your temple.

And with that, Rafe didn’t hesitate and was over within ten minutes. You had texted him to let him know that the front door of your home was unlocked and to head over to your room.

You heard footsteps approaching and saw the door opening with Rafe behind it with slightly red eyes and dilated pupils. Perhaps he was crying as your initial thought while also in denial that he was high, but you were afraid to ask as you wanted the night to end up good and both sides happy and not lose sleep due to your boyfriend's issues. Anxiety was running through you as it made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Look, I’m sorry about last night,” he continues, “I-I shouldn’t have walked out like that, but I also should’ve listened to how you felt.”

“Yes, you should’ve, Rafe.” you express, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, I’m just worried, okay?!” Rafe gestures with his hands.

“About what?”

“You,”

“What about me?”

He sighs as he’s already frustrated with the conversation, “Your safety… you’re on the other side of the country. How will I know you’ll be okay at all times? I can barely even visit you on top of that— it’s just messing with me, okay? I-I don’t know how I’m supposed to cope with this. I need you to tell me how to cope."

“You’re proving my point exactly.” you imply, playing with your ring, “I knew you wouldn’t take it well, and I’d rather you focus on yourself, especially on how much pressure your father is putting on you about the business.”

“Hey! I didn’t come here to talk about that, alright?” he snaps quickly but stops himself from getting even more angry. “Sorry, bad habit…”

“So I’ve seen,” you nod, taking a step closer to him, “But this is both of our futures we’re talking about.”

“I got mine figured out.” he shrugs in denial, “I just need you to figure out yours, that’s all.”

You chuckle in disbelief, “I’ve already told you mine, Rafe. I suggest you listen to your own advice like do you even hear yourself right now?”

"Y/N, I can't imagine my life without you when you play such a big part in it." Rafe vents, “How are you going to be okay there all alone?”

“I can take care of myself just fine, but I won’t be alone,” you mention, “My best friend, Axel got accepted there, too, remember?”

His eyes narrowed at the name you had just mentioned. "Yeah, I remember." He didn’t like that.

Rafe had always shown jealousy towards your best friend, Axel, ever since you two started dating. It wasn’t much of a problem until Rafe had spammed you with calls and texts then confrontations in the end when you were out with Axel more than you had planned to.

He felt as if he were to lose you to someone or something then he knew a part of him would die. He couldn’t bear the thought, even just living in the reality of it and his worst nightmare seeming to come true.

"Please, just give us a chance. I want to make this work out for the both of us," he begs, taking your hands with his and rubbing the ring.

“I’ve given you chances before!” you acknowledge.

“But this time is different! I promise!” he pleads with desperation written all over his eyes.

"And you’ve made promises before that weren’t kept!” you exclaim, pulling your hands away from his.

You felt stuck in the situation. You wanted to cry out of the stress and frustration because it felt like choosing between Rafe and your future, but was Rafe a part of your future or not?

“I won’t break another this time, I promise.” he went on, “This is going to be different, okay? I never want us to be apart…”

His words made you feel a little uneasy, but you didn’t know what to do at this point.

“Let me think about it, please,” you insist, wanting to be left alone in your thoughts, “Just go home and get some rest.”

He nods but then hesitates to leave, “Can I at least show you that I do love you?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you agree to it anyway, “Yeah… sure,”

Rafe grabs your waist and pulls you into a kiss to show you that he’s missed this and you especially. After the tension near the end of summer, you and Rafe weren’t as intimate with each other as you both were before, except now everything was slowly coming back as it once was. You kiss back, and you’re surprised at yourself but mostly content.

He lays you onto your bed slowly as he goes down your neck with kisses and marks you. One thing about Rafe is that he was always going to make sure the hickeys were always visible. He tugs off the end of your shirt and looks at you for permission, and you nod, but he needs you to say it.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,”

“Yes, go on,” you answer.

Rafe lifts your shirt off as you take his off too and reveals that you’re not wearing a bra, no complaints though, he loves it. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” his eyes scan you and his hand travels to your breast, squeezing one as he marks the other making you whine. He was still on top of you and went back to kissing your lips, caressing your neck slightly, and gripping it while grinding himself on you as you felt him getting hard through his clothing. Rafe was eager, but so were you. Perhaps you were missing the feeling of being wanted by the other, maybe it was driving you into that stressful mindset earlier, and maybe you just needed to get fucked; it has been a while.

His arousal was turning you on even more, but you already wanted and needed more of him. “Please… I need you, Rafe.”

“I’m all yours,” he assures while getting up and pulling down your shorts and lowering his head, giving kisses to your inner thighs. He wraps his arms around your thighs and goes down on you with his tongue swirling around your clit and sucking harshly. Two of his fingers enter inside your folds, going in and out at a slow pace only to tease you while his cold rings add to the sensation. “Go faster,” you say.

Rafe does as you say while he devours you as if he is craving you, which he is. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, arching your back as you grind against his mouth. He smirks at the look of your satisfaction. He continues while his other hand travels to your breast, squeezing it, and you lay your hand upon him while you run your fingers through his hair on the other.

A vibration was going through your body as you felt your climax reaching, “I’m close,” you mention and Rafe stops, “Why’d you stop?” you question him with the disappointment that was clear in your voice.

“I’m not just stopping there.” he laughs softly as he unbuckles his belt.

“Wait,” you pause, “Do you have a condom?”

“If I knew this would happen, I would’ve,” he admits.

“Whatever, I’m on the pill, anyway.” you grab his face and pull him down to your level kissing him again and his tongue enters your mouth.

Rafe started stroking himself as he already was dripping with precum, but you take over by teasing him by palming the tip, and then stroking him as he’s massaging your swollen clit with his hand while you start stroking him faster to tease him back from earlier which caught him by surprise in a good way. “Aw, fuck, just like that,” he catches a glimpse of the way your acrylic nails looked so pretty as you’re stroking him, “I’m paying for your next set just so you know.” He pecks your lips.

“I need you… now.” you whine, and he quickly adjusts himself, “You ready?” he smirks.

“Yes,” you respond, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He starts slow at first so you can get used to it again and wait to give him the okay to go faster. “Tell me if it hurts, it's been a while,” he reassures, and you nod.

Rafe grips your hips as he thrusts in deeper and deeper, “Okay, go faster,” you confirm, and he fastens his pace making your body feel euphoric. His grip on you was so strong, but you were numb to it as the pleasure he was giving you was taking over. “H-harder!” you demand, moaning in his ear.

“Fuck!" he swears in between his moans and lets go of your left hip to put a grip on your neck slightly choking you and looks into your eyes. “God, if only you could see yourself right now, you look and feel so fucking amazing.”

Your smile in pleasure as you dig your nails, leaving scratch marks on his back from how fast and hard, he’s going. Rafe didn’t mind it though, it added to the fun, and it felt good to him as well.

“I-I wanna ride you,” you confess as you’re catching air and Rafe slows down. “Did you say you wanna ride-”

“Yes,” you confidently reply.

Rafe asks again, "Are you sure? You've never done that before, it might hurt."

"But I want to now," you reassure him, and he softly kisses you and happily switches positions with you to do so.

You forget how big he is as you're readjusting yourself until you're comfortable since it's different from your point of view then you ride him slowly to start. “You can take it. I know you can,” he grins.

Rafe squeezes your thighs and your hips then holds on there as you start going faster, he could’ve came right then and there but wanted you to do so first. In his world, you’ll always be his priority.

“Mhmm,” you moan with your eyes rolling back as you feel your g spot being hit perfectly making you moan again so loudly that you were so glad you had the house all to yourself tonight, “Holy fuck! You’re doing so good, beautiful, so good.” Rafe praises you and pulls you into a hug while you’re still riding him, he stuffs his face between your breasts with kisses traveling to your neck and sucking harshly creating more marks, and you’ll look bruised by the end of the night.

At this point, you start seeing stars and feel your high coming, “I’m close!” you cry out.

“So am I, you want me to fill you up, huh?” Rafe teases, “I’ll gladly do so, I’d do anything for you, I promise you that.”

You spill all over him as he fills you up right after which awakens something in you to keep going. Rafe is caught off guard, but it feels so good, “Awh, f-fuck,” he doesn’t want you to stop but his stamina is running out.

“You can take it,” you smile as you mimic the way he teased before and you take his hands to your breasts massaging them.

He whimpers at his overstimulation causing to you smirk, “Come on, I thought you said you wanted to fill me up? You can do it one more time for me, I know you can.” you tease, and once he hears that, he does as you both mentioned feeling the warmth spilling out.

“That was fucking amazing and so were you,” he says as you lay down next to him, catching your breath.

“Back at you,” you kiss him and he grabs to the tissues on your nightstand to get you cleaned up.

Rafe smiles and pulls the sheets up to you both to keep you from getting cold.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, too,” you add, “I guess a lot was going on, it added to the stress.”

“You don’t need to apologize, I’ll always be here when you need anything, even if it’s just my company. I promise.” Rafe reassures, pulling you into his arms.

“Thank you,” your eyes lighting up at him, “I love you, Rafe,”

“I love you more,” he kisses your forehead, “Get some sleep, it was a long night after all.”

You chuckle and close your eyes, feeling safe in his arms.

𝟏:𝟎𝟔 𝐀𝐌

Rafe woke up nearly forgetting where he was but smiled to himself when he saw you still silently asleep in his arms. He looks at the alarm clock on your nightstand and sees the time. It's not as late as he thought it was, but Rafe had a plan before coming over, and that was to get rid of someone or something that stands in the way of your relationship with him. The first one was your best friend, Axel.

It was the perfect night to do as your parents were on a trip with Axel's parents which meant he was also home alone. The adrenaline was rushing through Rafe as he quietly got out of bed trying not to wake you which wasn't much of a problem since you are a heavy sleeper. He gets dressed and makes sure to turn off his phone since he had no intention of bringing it with him and hides his phone in a dresser you have and makes sure to put it on the bottom with clothing on top of it to hide it.

Rafe nearly swears out loud when he remembers he can't go out the front door nor the back doors since your phone and your parent's devices get notifications of the doors opening and closing. Luckily for him, he snuck out through your bedroom window which is the same window you used to use to sneak out of. He successfully made it to his car and drove it down to the destination he needed to be at l, Axel's house.

Arriving at the house but far away enough to not be seen, Rafe remembered about the costume hidden in his trunk, he had a plan. It seemed silly at first to wear one, but he wasn't planning on getting caught, although the thought of recreating one of his favorite movies was exciting to him. Imagining the people, he hates suffering in agony had brought a type of satisfaction to him, but now there was no more imagining it; he was bringing it to life while a life pays for it to be seen by his very own eyes.

There Axel was peacefully painting a new art canvas. He was going to major in art, but why did it have to be the same university as you? That's what Rafe's problem was. His house was built with lots of those types of windows where anyone could easily see anything. Rafe had already put on the black cloak and the mask with a knife ready in his hand and hid where there were no windows then he pulled out a burner phone he had prepared with the voice changer to give Axel a call.

"Hello?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"That's so original, isn't it?"

"If you wanna talk about something original, you're speaking to the original."

"Alright, listen, man, you got the wrong number. Nice impression though, bye–”

"If you hang up on me, I'll smear your own blood on that canvas you were painting!"

Axel's heart drops and looks around the windows outside, but he sees nothing except the pitch-black night.

Rafe laughs at the silence knowing Axel is scared for his life.

"What do you want from me?"

"I'm not asking for much only just your life."

Rafe sees he's next to the electrical panel and cuts the wires making all the power go off.

"Stop fucking with me, man! I'll call the cops."

"Oh, I don't they'd have enough time to get here, you do live in the middle of the woods." Rafe grabs a large heavy rock with his hand, "Besides, you'll be dead by the time they get here."

Quickly, Rafe throws the rock to a window to distract Axel and runs to the other side where a door with a glass window that he needs to break to unlock the door.

Rafe succeeds in breaking into the house and hears Axel in another room swearing to himself.

"Shit, this can't be happening," Axel shakes as he tries to find something to defend himself with while Rafe is in the kitchen and throws a glass cup to the living across from him where he saw Axel painting earlier just to see if he'll move.

Axel tries to run out the front door but Rafe sneaks up behind by stabbing him in the back and then putting him in a chokehold before he starts stabbing his chest and stomach multiple times making Axel scream in agony, but he fights back throwing himself backward with Rafe to the wall of glass picture frames and making them both fall to the ground as glass shatters everywhere. Rafe quickly gets up and looks down at Axel who struggles to get up by slipping in his own pool of blood. Rafe kneels to him as he watches him suffer in his own agony and waves his knife around.

Rafe starts swinging his knife again but misses and slices the bloody canvas instead when Axel flips over his body to avoid the knife. This angers Rafe even more to which he wipes his knife with his gloves then stabs the knife onto a wooden table, and grabs Axel by the collar of his shirt making him face the mirror then grabs his knife again and points with it. "Take a good fucking look because this is the last thing you'll ever see before you die," Rafe scowls in his normal voice.

"R-Rafe?' Axel struggles to say before Rafe sliced his throat open and is left there to bleed to his death.

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zmbiesuga · 1 year

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Hiii it’s me again 🫶🏽 so I have this thing where I tell people “ILL KISS YOU” when I beg for something. How would tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, and suna be with a bf that does that?

VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . with a threat to kiss !

desc: various hq boys with a boyfriend who threatens to kiss them when begging for something

includes: tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto & suna x m!reader

warnings: kuroo being a loser because i love loser kuroo <3, tsukishima being tsukishima, me changing my drabble layout once again because i can never be satisfied

note: thank you so much for requesting!

rest assured, tsukishima will only look at you with a quirked eyebrow and a small smirk. "you'll kiss me if i do this for you?" he beckons, it doesn't really matter to him whether you were joking or not (because truthfully he'd probably do it either way.) and it's not like he needs a kiss to do something for his boyfriend in the first place, it's just that he likes the way your face flares up at him calling your bluff so cooly.

if it wasn't you, kuroo probably would've responded just as cooly as tsukishima. however, because it WAS you and you ARE the love of his life that he can feel himself falling deeper for everyday, he goes red in the cheeks. he's kissed you before, but each one makes him feel more giddy than the last (though, he'd never tell you that.) this prompts him to immeadiatley do the thing you asked without a second thought, as the flustered mess he is.

kenma simply tells you that you need to drive a higher bargain depending on what his precious boyfriend is asking. if it's something small, then he sees a kiss as more than enough to complete the deed. however, if it's something larger (or he really just feels like teasing you), he'll make you add something to sweeten the deal. your kisses are amicable, but only for so long.

you don't even have to threaten bokuto with a kiss, he's already doing the thing you asked him! the kiss only adds to his motivation, but he would do it no matter what. the kiss itself is seriously just a small fraction of the bigger picture, that he just enjoys doing things for you! and of course he'll accept the kiss later too, because he also likes to be appreciated.

good luck on even getting suna to listen up until the "I'LL KISS YOU" point. your voice is one of his favorite things, however he does tend to zone out and have bouts of laziness. at the threat, he'll simply look at you and smirk in a similar fashion to tsukishima's and reply: "how about you do it, and i still get a kiss?" in his defense, it probably is something you are fully capable of doing for yourself. despite his nonchalant smart-assiness, he'll still do what you asked, i mean if he gets a smooch out of the deal then it can't be that bad right?

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #kuroo x male reader #kenma x male reader #tsukishima x male reader #bokuto x male reader #suna x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x male reader #hq x reader #kuroo drabble #kenma drabble #tsukishima drabble #bokuto drabble #suna drabble #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles

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sakyhana13 · 7 days

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I have a Hazbin Hotel fanfiction where Vaggie is a Carmine and here I have a compilation of memes of the Carmine girls and their dynamics in this dubious fanfiction that hasn't come out yet.

The relationship between the three of them is basically that typical sibling thing: "Mommy found you in the trash, but if someone said that to you, I'll want names."

They will pick on each other, but in the end, they will be sleeping cuddled up in a pillow fort with Clara moving restlessly around the bed, Odette with all the sheets to herself and Vaggie curled up in a ball like a cat.

Clara and Odette are somewhat protective of Vaggie, because she is their youngest sister and even though she vehemently denies being treated like the baby of the house, claiming that she is an adult with the body count and PTSD of a retired war soldier, no one cares. , she is the baby of the house and nothing will change that. Let Charlie say it, after a short conversation with the older Carmine sisters, she came out pale and shaking (she thinks she would faint when her future mother-in-law talked to her).

Odette is the oldest sister, Clara is the middle child and Vaggie as previously mentioned is stuck as the youngest child.

Clara is chaotic, extroverted and clearly has ADHD. She is the artist daughter, theater and cinema are her passions, even in hell she still writes some scripts and records short shorts during her days off, when she is not doing odd jobs as a DJ in the clubs in the lust ring (Carmilla obviously doesn't know from that). She is usually the one who gives the bad ideas, the one who drags her other two sisters into adventures or misadventures. She is a talker, a person who knows how to deal with the public, a stellar negotiator and salesperson. And well, she will do everything, everything, to make her sisters happy.

Odette is obviously the child whose mind never stops thinking of new ideas and theories. She is the inventor of the weapons produced by the Carmines industries, but she has her personal projects that don't involve military weapons, like gadgets to make her life easier, like her little robotic assistant ASSIs and her hellish computer because she's not using the fucking technology manipulated by the Vees. She's basically an Entrapta, autistic technological genius inventor. And it all started because she saw a plane take off and she wanted to do something similar. Carmilla had to prevent her daughter from meeting Jesus a few times (all 3 of them in fact, being little devils who got into trouble whether they wanted to or not). She just seems to be controlled and less chaotic than Clara, but anyone is less chaotic than the middle Carmine, but don't be fooled, just like the entrapta she's a bit of a mad scientist, but she and Vaggie usually reverse each other in controlling chaos. , normally she will agree with Clara's ideas at first and then bitterly regret having gone. Despite this, she feels responsible for her little sisters, so that they stay safe and well, she would do heinous things to care for and support the two idiots that her mother did the favor of tying her to forever.

And then we have Vaggie, you know how she is. But before the fall, even before her time as an exorcist, she was a quiet and shy but extremely curious child. She wasn't an artist like Clara or an inventor like Odette, in fact she was an explorer. Your eyes seeking to learn about the world around you, especially the little animals among the leaves. Loving every second he could spend outdoors watching the little ants do their work or exploring the forest or beach near his childhood home. Vaggie strangely has a chaotic streak, but is it completely by accident or because she went along with her sisters, usually she will be the voice of reason, but when is she not? Well, maybe hell's heaven will turn yellow and hot pink. Vaggie is autistic and I don't have much else to say other than: I love this headcanon and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands. Plus Vaggie would definitely lose her other eye to protect her sisters if she had to, but she'll never admit it, because she'll never hear the end of it if those two scoundrels hear it.

Yes, Carmilla has chaotic and neurodivergent daughters who would knock God off the throne if it were for their sisters, their mother is very proud.

(Sorry for the bad English, it's not my language, and the crazy text, but I've had this in my head for a while and I wanted to get it out, because I don't know when I'm going to write a fic with it.)

#vaggie hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel carmilla #odette hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #clara carmine #odette carmine

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ride-thedragon · 10 months

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The Lack of Nuance with House Velayron.

I want to establish that the strange relationship to blackness in the show is confusing.

The show runners didn't write black characters. The Velaryons are Valyrian.

The cast is filled with black actors who draw parallels in their interviews to their blackness and this house. Without correction.

In a similar vain to how house Targaryen, house Hightower and house Lannister are all played by white people the Velaryons look black but are not written o be perceived as black in the narrative.

It's not inherently colorblind casting because the intent was to differentiate the Velaryons and Targaryens and to show how obvious Rhaenyra’s adultery is. It does, however, act in the same way. Their blackness isn't supposed to impact the narrative past that extent. Unfortunately, that's not how race works in media. Look at Bridgerton. For example, they knew they wanted to include racial elements to justify their alternate history while imploring colorblind casting and building these characters around their actors.

The biggest issue that comes from this understanding is that because they didn't write the script with black people in mind and just wrote it thematically to reach up to the dance, they end up sidelining and putting black characters into a lot of reductive stereotypes and fulfilling harmful tropes that contribute to the oppression of real world black people.

Laena is the second choice bride for Daemon, a white prince. He spends their marriage, making it known that he'd prefer to be with his other niece while not discounting the fact that they are happy enough for their circumstance.

Laena is a black girl who is passed over twice in the narrative for white women for different reasons. Her husband can't truly love her or their black children to the full extent he would her white counterpart.

Laenor is a gay man who can not do his duty to the realm and, as a result, does not sleep with his wife, causing her to look for a man who will essentially making his successor not from his blood.

Laenor is a black gay man explicitly traumatized during a wedding, not being able to fulfill his duty. His wife finds someone willing to do it during this time and he agrees to take the blame. The kid doesn't look like him. This pattern and behaviour continues because it can cost these kids their life. Rhaenyra actively contributes to the erasure of black succession for this house, choosing instead to sleep with and have kids by a white man.

Certain things work with this change. Corlys saying 'history does not remember blood it remembers names' gives 'I'm not black I'm OJ'.

The perception of success defines him more than the inherent loss of blackness he's pandering, too.

That wasn't the show's intention, though. None of my reading was intended to be placed on the story.

They made Laena into a sapphire who ended her life brutally after thinking it would be lost to childbirth.

The statistical and historical relationship to black women and childbirth was a burden the show runners did not consider.

It gets worse when the writers call it a 'dragon riders death' because it's so much more brutal than the death she endures in the book. A black woman chooses a brutal death as opposed to being helpless in childbirth. That's not imagery that was utilized well.

Laenor rededicating his life to his family after his sisters death only to be replaced by a white man and killed off violently (not really though, he just abandoned his family).

They also casually make him and his dad absent fathers.

With Corlys, they unknowingly employ Uncle Tom tropes with him while making him absent from his family, and next season, a cheater with an outside family.

Vaemond is a black man being gaslit all around him, and when he stands up for what is a real concern to have in his shoes, in a moment where he chooses to be unapologetic and angry he's brutally killed by a white protagonist. They punish the black character who didn't want to assimilate.

Again, this wasn't the writers intention because they are not writing black character. With someone like Nettles, this relationship to the narrative will be clearer. The racism and prejudice she faces in the story are different from the Velaryons because she's perceived as other or black in this world. Like Missandei and Grey Worm, she's a black character in the universe.

However, the imagery that these things invoke can not be avoided just because you don't focus on them. That's even more reckless because you get the diversity points, claim there is a reason behind their blackness, and then utilize reductive tropes and stereotypes.

I truly think they should've utilized the Bridgerton method and attributed the difference to dragonriding and the fact that a lesser dragon riding family would still be better than a rich non dragon riding family and that their ability to have dragon riders now should evaluate their status even though, through the show we see it not shifting their dynamic.

Racism and the stereotypes that come from it aren't based on anything tangible. White hair dragon riders through marriage and people with white hair who inherently can claim a dragon by blood alone is the same nonsense racism is based on. It's not really an important distinction but a necessary one to perpetuate and hold power. It could simply be a prejudice that the Velaryons acknowledged is there and are trying to break through.

This is a good show. It was beautifully done with the source material they had, but consciousness when it comes to perception and duality are so important when it comes to media, especially when writing for marginalized groups.

I would've loved to see Laenor and Rhaenyra have a discussion along the lines of her icing him out of their family unit, replacing him during a hard time. Or him actively acknowledging the burden of his position as heir with Luke and relating to his inability to do his duty and Luke's burden of perceived bastardy.

I'd love to see a Corlys and Vaemond Arguemnt of Corlys' assimilation to the politics of Westeros and the identity of house Velayron being lost as a result.

Laena could've acknowledged her worth to their marriage, calling Daemon out on his complacency to their collective happiness and expecting him to be better would've ate, cleared and devoured.

Imagine that last scene coupled with book Laena's death. I would've secured the Emmy for Nanna.

Not only does this add to the world building, but it sets up future (technically past) relationships between the Velaryons and someone like Nettles. Between them and Targaryens.

I need a cold cigarette. I will end this by saying the framework should they decide to establish this better is already there. It's just unfortunate that we lost three cool people before the nuance would hit.

#house of the dragon #hotd #a song of ice and fire #house velaryon #corlys velaryon #laena targaryen #laena velaryon #laenor velaryon #rhaenys velaryon #rhaenyra x harwin #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x laena #daemon targaryen #vaemond velaryon #house targaryen #race in media #racist tropes #black women in media #black men in media

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mimikage · 1 year

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Late night talk

You: STOP LEAVING ME ON READ YOU TRAITPR

You: r ur fingers sore?

You: from texting all those other bitches?

Rin: is your head sore?

Rin: from overthinking your delusional ass so much.

with an annoyed sigh you slam your phone onto your nightstand, uncomfortably shifting around in your sheets. deciding to drift off to sleep, you closed your eyes, breathing evenly and lying in your bed with your back pressed against the mattress, you almost fell asleep. Keyword : almost

ping

your phone lit up, another message.

Rin: Seriously, why do you always text me when it comes to your 3am thoughts.

it's true, nights like these where you’re occupied with some, according to Rin “stupid” thoughts, you always turn to him. yeah well, some might say Itoshi Rin would be the last person they’d text if they had shitty thoughts that’d keep them up at night and plague their mind until they fall asleep, but you knew better.

especially when it comes to Rin, you knew the ravenette better than anyone else. He can be stoic, be inconsiderate towards others, blunt, an ass, an asshole, an assy ass friend, but still, he’s your best friend, ever since middle school.

He’s gotten used to it, or he should’ve.

At least before the day arrives when you’ll pour your heart out in front of him, telling him that he can be stoic, be inconsiderate towards others, blunt, an ass, an asshole, an assy ass friend, but that still, he’s the love of your life, ever since middle school.

Rin: Last week you texted me that Slenderman stood outside and tried to open your window so he’d be able to grasp and kill you.

You: I MEAN WELL YEWH

You: You saw that picture I sent you right?!?!?!?! I kid you not, for fucks sake, thats Slenderman.

Rin: You’re hopeless

You: HOW'D YOU EVEN SEE A TREE THERE

Rin: Those “tentacles” you were describing were fucking branches

You: HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THTA??. do you regularly go to my garden and check up on plants I have in there?? I don’t think I’ve hired a gardener.

You: OR OR or

Rin: what or

You: I never knew you were this romantic Rin

Rin: what

You: Just admit it, you like me, it’s as simple as that, I mean who doesn’t like me?

Rin: Me

Rin: And how does a tree have to do with me being a romantic

You: Simple, you’ve climbed up that tree to my balcony so you’d be able to knock onto my window and wait for me to open it.

You: Then you’d start singing and behind you would be a speaker that plays “Careless Whisper” from Michael George. Then out of thin air you’d hold a bouquet of roses in your arms and hand it to me and say

You: “Oh Y/N no rose can compare to your beauty”

You: And I’d say “Oh but Rin you didn't have to do all of this” and you’d say “You’re right I should’ve paid all of your bills and debts while also handing you one grand in cash.”

Seeing that Rin is writing now makes you erase your last message and wait, in hopes of him not just leaving you on read and go to sleep.

Rin: delusional + you live on the 7th floor, thanks but I don’t have a death wish

You: WHAT

Rin: this is so unrealistic and probably the shittiest and most lukewarm way to confess

You: Well what do you suggest then Mr Itoshi “I can come up with a much better confession than Y/N, that's probably over text saying “I like you'' Rin.

Rin: I like you too

You: what

You: WHAT

Rin: what?

You: WTF WDXM WHAT YOU JUST “I LIKE YOUI TOO”

Rin: Yeah cause I do? You wrote I like you, and I simply said I like you too??

You: YOU CAN'T JUST SPIT IT OUT LIKE THAT

A/N: Hello finally posting again, take this piece of scrap.

inspired by this convo I saw on tiktok btw:

#itoshi rin #itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock rin #rin x reader #rin fluff #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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pacific-rimbaud · 7 months

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Hi! You write beautifully and so I feel like your taste in fics and books are just as lovely. Would you mind sharing some of your favorite fics and books? Thank you 🤍

Fics that have stuck with me include Room Serviced by Pir8fancier (Dramione), The God Abandons Antony by counterfog (Phryne Fisher and Jack Robinson from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries), and everything provocative_envy ever wrote for HP, especially her exquisite rare pairs.

For traditionally published work, I'm unabashedly feral for Tamsyn Muir, Genius Person. I'm also eternally devoted to Susanna Clarke. I'd like to tour her brain like Elizabeth poking sheepishly about Pemberley, but instead I'm finishing up a reread of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell and am, as ever, floored and full of so much wonder and admiration and that childlike desperation for magic to be real. E.M. Forster for life. I yearn for Helen Oyeyemi's heart and humor and technical prowess, and Madeline Miller's ability to immerse and move. James Baldwin, both for his thinking and his way of expressing it. Thomas Hardy, Mrs. Gaskell, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Gogol. The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov. The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas by de Assis. Kazuo Ishiguro. Denis Johnson. John le Carre. Catch-22. Everything Vonnegut. Terry Pratchett. William Faulkner. And always, forever, above everything, Jane.

Not really sure what the general vibe is there, other than an impossible standard from a writer's perspective? Thank you for your kind words and for the ask, I'm imagining myself running up to you with a wild look in my eye and books spilling out of my arms.

#you asked I answered #reading

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maddiesbookshelves · 11 months

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Happy Pride Month everyone! As promised, here is our first queer manga rec of the month:

My Love Mix-Up!, by Hinekure Wataru & Aruko (illustrations)

Original title: Kieta Hatsukoi / 消えた初恋

Genres: Comedy, Romance, School Life, Slice of Life

Themes: Love, School, Love Triangle

Japanese volumes: 9 (Finished)

Aoki is in love with Hashimoto, his desk neighbor. But one day, when he borrows her ereaser, he discovers that her heart belongs to another: the handsome Ida, who sits right in front of him. He is so disappointed that he doesn't realize that the ereaser fell and that his alleged rival in love is picking it up... It's the start of an enormous misunderstanding that could very well turn into the most beautiful love story!

This... THIS is a love triangle just how we like them. Also, can we give the Dumbass Bisexual of the Year Award to Aoki, plz? He deserves it and that's a compliment. I love him whith my whole being, okay?

I absolutely adored this title, Hashimoto, who is kind of our only female character, isn't just a numbskull whose only purpose is helping further Aoki and Ida's love story, she's a true friend to Aoki, has her own love story and a pretty cool character evolution. I'm pretty sure that Ida is on the aroace spectrum given some of his dialogue, and even if it's not explicitly stated, it still feels good.

We're in a manga that really sticks to the codes of classic shōjo manga, the only difference is that the main love story is about two boys. There isn't a strong focus on homophobia either, we only have a few tense moments when they think about revealing their relationship, I thought it was really soft. Sometimes it feels good to read something where bigotry isn't one of the main themes

French version under the cut

Titre VF : Love Mix-Up

Genres : Comédie, Romance, School Life, Slice of Life

Thèmes : Amour, École, Triangle Amoureux

Volumes : VO - 9 (Terminé) / VF 4 (En cours)

Aoki est amoureux de Hashimoto, sa voisine de classe. Mais un jour, en lui empruntant sa gomme, il découvre avec horreur que l'élue de son cœur en aime un autre : le beau Ida, qui est assis juste devant lui. L'adolescent est tellement déçu qu'il ne réalise pas qu'il a fait tomber la gomme de sa camarade et que son supposé rival en amour est en train de la ramasser... C'est le début d'un énorme malentendu qui pourrait bien aboutir à la plus belle des histoires d'amour !

Ça... ÇA c'est le genre de triangle amoureux qu'on aime. Aussi, est-ce qu'on peut attribuer le titre de Dumbass Bisexual of the Year à Aoki svp ? Il le mérite amplement et c'est un compliment. Je l'aime d'amour, d'accord ?

J'ai vraiment adoré ce titre, Hashimoto qui est un peu notre seul personnage féminin, n'est pas juste une nunuche qui ne sert qu'à faire avancer l'intrigue amoureuse entre Aoki et Ida, elle est une véritable amie pour Aoki et a sa propre histoire d'amour et une évolution plutôt cool. Je soupçonne fortement Ida d'être sur le spectre aroace au vu de certains dialogues, et même si c'est pas dit de manière explicite, fait quand même du bien

On est vraiment dans un manga qui respecte les codes classiques du shōjo, la seule différence c'est que l'histoire d'amour principale est entre deux garçons. On a pas non plus un gros focus sur l'homophobie, juste quelques moments d'inquiétude à l'idée de révéler leur relation, j'ai trouvé ça très doux. Des fois ça fait du bien de lire des titres où l'intolérance n'est pas un des thèmes principaux

#my love mix up #love mix up #kieta hatsukoi #wataru hinekure #aruko #queer manga #lgbt+ manga #manga #manga recs #manga recommendation #books #booklr #book recs #book recommendations #happy pride month 🌈

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micallum · 2 years

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Candlelit Breakfast

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x OFC!Caroline Piastri (Caz)

Based on this Ask: “saw something on tv where a guy organized a candlelight breakfast to celebrate he and his gf’s anniversary. because she works too late at night so they couldn’t celebrate during dinner and he wanted to respect the right day so he did a romantic breakfast 🥹 had to share, make this whatever u want sisbsksksk” @oscar-piastri

Ratings: Fluff, 15+ (no smut, just if you are a minor I'm awkward about it).

Word Count: 1,775.

AO3 LINK

A/N: Got this ask and wanted to write something so this is a little one shot involving my fave ship (which is ASSY) but it’s disguised as CARTHUR. I guess this is part of the FRIENDS series but it jumps ahead quite a lot from the couple of chapters I actually put out. I still hope you enjoy!

Arthur looked up and down the aisle. Pancakes or crepes? He was sure Caroline would prefer the American pancakes but he was more used to making thin crepes. He sighed and brought out his phone while still holding his shopping list in his right hand. He used his code to unlock his phone and called for backup.

“Hello?” The high-pitched voice spoke through the small device.

“Hi, Nina”, Arthur looked at his sneakers, “do you have a minute?”

Nina hummed and asked what was up before Arthur exposed his dilemma to her. “I think you can handle pancakes, Arthur. Just make sure you don’t add anything other than what the package tells you to.”

“Don’t you just add milk?”

He rushed to squeeze the phone between his shoulder and ear as he reached out to grab the first bag of flour, he turned it every possible way before his eyes found the small drawings. Eggs, milk, butter.

“Seriously, Arthur…” Nina pinched the bridge of her nose on the other end, which Arthur assumed she would be doing, as she always did so when he asked her something seemingly obvious. “Please get the fluffy kind. You make those, a couple of fried eggs, a good half kilogram of bacon – might be too much… but I’ve seen you eat! I know you will be fine. Offer her a cup of coffee and some orange juice. Once you are done eating you exchange gifts.”

Arthur began taking mental notes of this, using his full attention. He did not want to mess it up. He would not have another chance to make their first anniversary perfect.

Caroline had been dealing with one of the most hectic schedules for a few weeks already. From the moment she decided to transfer to Monaco it had been difficult. With a part-time job now, she seemed to either be at school or at work. She spent long hours working on projects at the office, coming home later than either Arthur or herself would like. And Arthur never complained, he had begun rolling on his side to hold Caroline once she was in bed, the faint sound of the bedsheets moving made him aware she had finally come home. She always did her best to keep quiet and for the most part, she did great.

Now that they reached their first year together Arthur thought he might take her out for dinner, but this was impossible. With the change of seasons around the corner, almost all of her company’s clients were in need of new promotional images. She worked with smaller businesses but it was still important and her bosses liked what she had to offer. Fresh designs, simple and effective – or so she had been told. Time off was not going to come soon.

So celebratory breakfast it was! Arthur talked to his brothers about it and they all agreed that if he wanted to make THE day special it was best to settle for what he knew he would get a chance to share with his girlfriend.

“But can you cook?” Lorenzo had asked him in a rather skeptical tone.

Charles had laughed a little too loud for Arthur’s liking, but he assured his brothers that he had actually learned a lot since he and Caroline moved in together.

“I find that hard to believe…” Charles smiled at him and then both of his older brothers shared a look, “but you should try!”

And now he was there, at the grocery store, with a kart already containing the best of the best breakfast foods. He was sure he was going to send his girlfriend off to class with a full stomach and a big smile on her face – even if those were the last two things he did.

“Okay, thanks, Nina.”

“No problem! Hey, let me know how it goes. I bet she will lose her mind.” She said excitedly.

“That’s the idea!”

After a short chat, he ended the call and found the rest of the things. He got on his bike and went back home to the small apartment they shared, he said hello to one of the neighbors and got in the elevator with the bags in his arms. He was glad he had already figured out Caroline’s present days before. Now, all that he needed to do was put the food away and set up his alarm in time to wake up a couple of hours before his girlfriend.

Caroline arrived home late as usual and without any suspicion took off her shoes, she walked past the small kitchen and into their bedroom. With a small side smile she glanced over at Arthur, he was snoring softly, arms and legs sprawled out on his half of the large king-size bed. The two had agreed to go out on Saturday to celebrate their anniversary, but she felt guilty that they would not get to enjoy much of the main day together. She could not wait to graduate and find a different job. She was ready to move on from the half time this half time that life.

She changed into her pj’s and went to the bathroom across the hallway before returning and pulling the sheets down to get into bed. As he did every night, Arthur turned and wrapped an arm around her middle, his nose buried in between her shoulder and neck. Caroline placed her arm on top of his and sighed tiredly as her muscles finally relaxed after a stressful day.

The warmth was gone. She reached out to cover herself, expecting to be met with the weight of her boyfriend keeping the covers from moving, but they were weightless and she was able to pull them up to her chin with little effort.

Her eyes opened in an instant.

“Arthur?” She mumbled.

Beginning to look around she turned on the bed to stare at the empty space next to her. It was rare. More than that… it was extremely strange for Arthur to be out of bed before her. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at the clock only to realize she was up almost twenty minutes before her alarm went off.

With bare feet, she made her way to the bathroom, the hallway already carried the smell of vanilla and coffee. She frowned, did Arthur have a meeting or something she did not know about? She finished her business in the bathroom quickly and approached the kitchen in silence, expecting to find her boyfriend looking at his computer in preparation for an interview or FDA meeting. Instead, she found her kitchen table decorated with a base and a couple of flowers. Two candles stood tall, already lit across from each plate.

Her mouth dropped open and it remained that way as her eyes scanned the kitchen, on the stove a couple of pans, the coffee machine was already running and the rack where they put the dishes to dry was filled with utensils one would use to prepare food. Arthur was proudly holding a jar of orange juice in his hands when she spotted him.

“I know you have time for breakfast!” He pointed out, “Good morning, Caz. Happy anniversary!”

Caroline’s mouth fell shut and she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

Stupid Arthur, always having these silly yet thoughtful gestures…

She felt stupid once Arthur was holding her against his chest, confusion, and amusement mixed in his voice, “hey, what’s happening?” his fingers pulled her hands off her face in a gentle manner as his eyes searched her features.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” she smiled with a couple of senseless tears staining her cheeks.

Arthur wiped them with tender hands as she looked up at his expression. “Happy anniversary Arthur.”

He smiled and his cheeks were pulled so far she could see a couple of lines frame the corners of his mouth.

“I made you everything I could think of.” He pulled her by the hand and brought her to the table.

With a chivalrous gesture, he pulled the chair out for her and soon had a plate filled with all sorts of breakfast foods in front of her. He sat down across from her and they ate together, catching up on whatever had been going on the day before. They laughed between bites and shared some pieces of gossip as they usually did. Arthur took pictures of his girlfriend as she sipped on some coffee and smiled down at his phone.

“Oh, I haven’t even showered Arthur!” She complained.

He smiled and then made a fake serious face “You always look gorgeous. Here let’s take one together!”

Caroline rolled her eyes but leaned forward and they took a picture that ended up making everyone go mad once Arthur posted it on Instagram later; both of them were visibly happy, in love, and… in their pajamas. Caz’ koalas PJs – a gift from Arthur when they moved in together, and Arthur’s lack of a shirt. Messy hair and messy table between the two… it all screamed “DOMESTIC”.

Upon seeing it, Caroline wrinkled her nose and stood from the table, “not my favorite, I know we look cuter after a shower.”

Arthur nodded and pulled her into his lap as she began walking past him, she squealed but wrapped her arms around his neck, wide eyes staring back at him. He gave her a smug smile “are you suggesting something?”

She smiled up at him as her brain processed his words, she almost jumped “Oh!” Her brows shot up “No… why? Are you suggesting something?”

The Monegasque looked up at the ceiling and shrugged, the corners of his mouth going down.

She kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you for doing all of this.”

“You have no idea of the things I would do for you, Caz.” He declared with the most serious tone in his voice. “I love you.”

Caz pushed his hair back by running her fingers through it. He only said those words once before and they seemed to have disappeared from his vocabulary for months, hearing them now was sweeter than the honey they had just poured over their pancakes.

Through a small smile, she admitted the same words back, “I love you too.”

Her hands grabbed his cheeks softly and they both reached out toward each other, kissing for a moment that felt too short for both of them. Too caught up in each other, they forgot all about exchanging gifts, sharing coffee-flavored kisses next to the candles instead.

#assy is love assy is life #ASSY TIMELINE #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fanfiction #arthur leclerc x ofc

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agronzky · 10 months

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⠀⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

⠀⠀⠀ machado de assis was a brazilian writer most famous for his innovative novels and short stories, though he was also a poet, dramatist and translator. generally acclaimed as the greatest figure in brazilian literature, he founded the brazilian academy of letters and served as its first president.

"The art of living consists in getting the greatest good out of the greatest evil."

"Life…is an enormous lottery: the prizes are few, the failures innumerable."

"The best definition of love in the world is not worth one kiss from the girl you love."

"The greatest sin, after the initial sin, is its publication."

"Imagination has been the companion of my whole existence."

"How many wicked intentions climb aboard a pure and innocent phrase, after it is already on its way!"

"It's enough to make one suspect that lying is, many a time, as involuntary as breathing."

"Life is so beautiful that even the idea of death must be born before it can be realized."

"Every season of life is an edition that corrects the one before and which will also be corrected itself until the definitive edition."

"There is truly only one misfortune: that of not being born."

"Each person is worth the value put on them by the affection of others."

"If I had eyes, I would shed a tear of remembrance for you."

"Why the devil couldn’t it have been blue?"

“This is probably the maker of butterflies.”

"I had no children, I did not transmit to any creature the legacy of our misery."

"Tomorrow’s sun is on it’s way – a relentless sun, inscrutable like life."

"Some actions are even baser than the people who commit them."

"Ah! were you careful to tie me to the cliff of your frivolity, your indifference, or your agitation?"

"We kill time; time buries us."

"My youth was reacting, it was necessary to live."

"One could deduce that vice is often the manure of virtue."

"They may lack poetic inspiration."

"I don't know, but I may have even been happy. Happy perhaps."

"He wanted to explain philosophy to me; I asked him not to."

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New World Order

Chapter 11

Summary: In this world you were one of three things. A submissive, a switch or a dominant. The state of New York was run by council members, Steve Rogers, James Barnes and Tony Stark, leading the world run by rules and laws ensuring everything was in its rightful place. Violet had been a submissive her whole life. but when a chance arises to add control and freedom into her life, she takes a risk and embarks on a wild ride.

Warnings: Violence, Dystopian themes, Submissive, Switch, Dominant, BDSM, Drug Use, Control, Dark Themes, Slavery, Prisoners, Power Dynamics, Alternative Universe, Sadistic Themes

James stared at the file in his hand and leaned in his plush leather office chair, legs stretched out in front of him, one foot over the other, as he flicked through the papers of the newly captured inmates. His team was slowly cracking down on the illegal crimes of reclassification, and the correctional facility was slowly growing, with many subs being brought in for conditioning and training. Over the last few months, a high number of female subs brought in illegally changed their classifications to dominant through the use of drugs, and James wondered where the women were coming from.

With such a high influx of female subs being brought in, it could be a hostel set up for women wanting to escape submissive life and turn to being either switch or dominant. These places weren’t uncommon, and once his team got word of the location, they’d be raided and shut down within minutes, each one brought in for sentencing and then placed in the appropriate training sentence. Some were beyond that and forced into slavery, a life of no control and no power. It was the worst sentence of all because it was rare they ever got out of it.

With reclassification training, it meant they could be thrown back into society only on the basis that they’re deemed fit enough to enter back in as their original classification. They were warned that another arrest charge could end them up in slavery for a lifetime.

This week, he had a duo of best friends, female and male. Both submissive changing to dominant classification by intravenous changing drugs. Where the drugs came from, he didn’t know, but he would soon find out after questioning and interrogation. The process was the same for all inmates. First, they were arrested under the jurisdiction of New York City, the police squad run by James Barnes himself. Once arrested and brought to the correctional facility where they were tested for drugs, a positive reading would have them thrown in a temporary cell, more like a cage, until their trial date was set. It wasn’t more than a couple weeks, and James wanted things to move quickly and smoothly.

He personally read every file, looking over age, gender, physical features, background information, and the severity of their crimes. The more severe ones took his interest, being the sadistic bastard he was, and when one caught this interest and eye, he personally put himself on the case for training and rehabilitation. Once a sentence was determined, the inmates were brought to the main building of the correctional facility, where all inmates were kept in small rooms, some even in cages, depending on their crimes and behaviour towards their sentencing, and from there, their training would begin.

Daily lessons in being submissive, clear punishments to inflict pain and obedience, a signed contract stating they were now under the care of the correctional facility, and whatever dominant was assigned to their training. It was all very elaborate and detailed, just as James wanted it to be. Since being in charge of the correctional facility, he had made a name for himself and an image, and no submissive here wanted to be at the mercy of James Barnes.

The files he was looking at didn’t pique his interest, and he pushed himself off his desk, strolling out of his office to the desk in front of the double doors, occupied by his lovely young assistant, Leila. Not the brightest girl he’d ever met, and not the most organised either. Her desk was littered with post-it notes, pens, and scrap pieces of paper. Not to mention she had her head hanging in her palm, eyes closed, and lips slightly parted as a soft snore came from her. How he ended up with her as his assistant, he couldn’t remember. It must have been Steve forcing him to take her on, for whatever reason it was.

She was a lovely, sweet girl, a submissive by birth, and there was no doubt about that. She was the most ditzy girl he had ever met, but his stern and dominant attitude kept her in line and balanced it out. She, too, could do with some training in focus and stability. He slapped the files onto her desk in turn, waking her from her quick nap, and she jumped, looking up to see him towering over her with a stern look on his face, hands shoved in his pockets, and she quickly smoothed out her blouse and combed her hair with her fingers.

“Oh, sir, I was just...” She trailed off, realising there wasn’t a way out with any excuse, and James hummed.

“These can be filed away and assigned to someone to begin their training. It’s a short period; nothing more than six months should do for them,” he ordered, pressing a finger to the brown folder holding the important files. Leila nodded and quickly gathered the papers.

"Yes, sir,” she nodded, averting her green eyes to the desk. He was so intimidating, and Leila didn’t want to lose her job; it was the only thing earning her money that she needed badly to live. James reached forward, cupping her jaw with his long fingers and turning her head up to his face so she could stare at him.

“And no more napping. If I see you napping here at this desk, then I’ll have to punish you,” he warned, and she nodded, swallowing a large lump in the back of her throat.

"Yes, sir,” she squeaked, and he smirked, rubbing his thumb across her cheek before dropping her chin and turning back to his office.

Back in his office, James stared out the window overlying the long field, the gates just beyond that. He had thought back to this morning and his meeting with Steve. The vaccine was still in development and had some major setbacks, which meant that it wouldn’t be out for at least another six months. But James wasn’t complaining. A vaccine to end any classification change would mean the correctional facility would be no longer needed, which meant his position in the council would change. He’d still be a council member, but the need for training and sentencing would be nonexistent, which sparked a fire in James.

He was a sadistic bastard, and there was no secret that enjoyed watching the inmate submit to his techniques and training, having them beg for his mercy, having him call them a good girl for being so obedient and listening to him, being such good girls. His very presence had some shaking, and his way with the training tools was nothing short of perfection. James had voiced his concerns in the meeting earlier, and Steve had argued that they were trying to stop this rebellion to keep people in their chosen classifications.

James had argued back that his whole position was centred around the retraining of those committing the very crime they were trying to stop, and with a vaccine, he’d be useless. But Steve and his gentle ways had assured him he had nothing to worry about. People could find a way to reverse the vaccine, and they’d be back to square one. But with a delay of six months, he had plenty of time to convince Steve and Stark that the vaccine may not be needed.

But his mind went to something else as he stared across the lawn, watching his officers stroll, dressed in top swat gear and guns at the ready, patrolling for any escape inmates. You’d be surprised at how many tried to run from here, but it was rare they made it further than the office on guard.

His mind was on a certain blonde-haired switch that caught his interest. Violet, the beauty that was Natasha Romanoff’s sister, She was stunning, with beautiful green eyes and plump lips, bangs framing her face, and high cheek bones with a perfect set of dazzling teeth. She was gorgeous and the complete opposite of her sister, the fiery redhead with a sass on her tongue. He noticed Violet would drop her head ever so slightly in his presence, her eyes averting and her tone clear with her address to him. The way she so kindly spoke to him and Steve earlier and at the employee dinner, she was polite and very subservient. Very much the qualities of a submissive. But he didn’t see any qualities of a dominant. He tried to spot them, and he was very good at spotting things, but he just couldn’t see them.

As a switch, you are entitled to both the qualities and personalities of a submissive and a dominant, and in Violet, he only saw the submissive side. It made him wonder and think, and he found himself turning back to head out of the office to see Leila. He was pleased to see her hard at work, typing on the giant computer in front of her that concealed her figure if you were looking at the desk head-on.

"Leila,” he called, and she turned and looked up.

“Yes Sir?” She asked.

“I have a job for you to do. I need the file on Violet Romanoff; she’s a switch and the sister of Natasha Romanoff, who’s Stark's assistant. She recently joined the council. I’d like her file. You’ll have to go down to the council and get it from the store room,” he ordered.

"Yes, sir, of course,” she nodded, and he smirked with pleasure on his lips, reaching out and brushing his fingers across her cheeks. So obedient.

“Good girl,” he praised before returning to his office and slamming the door.

Violet’s first day at the council was exhausting, surprisingly. She had spent all day sorting various files into the right folders, putting them on the system, and labelling them with the correct name and number. By four hours, she had only done twenty files, but she seemed to get the hang of it. Although her never-ending anxiety over her botched file kept her on her toes, each time the guard froze, she froze, praying he wasn’t going to burst in and demand answers from her. It was only when everyone was leaving the council hall that she was relieved and could relax.

Natasha drove with fury, her fingers gripping the wheel tightly. She had a long day, too. Never-ending orders from Stark, ridiculous questions from Peter, and never-ending meetings. Her fingers were burned out, and she couldn’t wait to get home.

“So how was it?” Natasha asked.

“Exhausting; I don’t know how you do it, Tash,” Natasha giggled.

“Trust me, neither do I; you can’t complain that your job is so easy. I would trade in a heartbeat to have your job.”.

"Why, so you can spy on people?” She teased Natasha, who shot her a glare.

"What was I joking?” Violet held her hands up in defence, and Natasha groaned.

“I told you I don’t do that very often now; it was only in the beginning.”.

“I know; don’t get your pants in a twist,” Violet snapped.

Before, as a submissive, she would have never spoken like that, not even to her sister. But the dominant switch in her new switch classification was coming out more and more now, and she was embracing it. It was exhilarating and nerve-racking at the same time. She hadn’t ever been able to stand up for herself like this; being submissive meant you always had to obey and back down in the presence of a dominant, but now that she was a switch, she didn’t have to. Natasha was going to have to get used to her being a switch now and realising she didn’t have the power to boss her around or tell her what to do.

"Jesus, what’s gotten in to you?” she glared.

“I don’t know... It must be the switch in me now; I mean, I’m becoming more like you,” she teased, and Natasha glared at her once again before a smile erupted on her lips.

"Yeah, I can see that. Just be careful; you don’t speak like that to the council members,” she warned, and instead of snapping back at her violet, she decided to take her advice. It wouldn’t end well for her if she snapped at one of them, especially James.

“You’re right, I need to learn how to control this. I’ve just never felt like this before,” she admitted, and Natasha looked at her.

“I know. Being a switch means having the best of both worlds. You can still be the sweet little sub you were before, but with just a bit more fire in you now. The dominant side isn’t as powerful as a full dominant, but you still have some control. But in the presence of a full majority, like the council members, you have to submit,” Natasha explained.

"Oh, really, I didn’t know that.” She hadn’t realised that just because you had an ounce of dominance in you didn’t mean you weren’t completely on top. A dominant power could still overpower a switch.

“Yes, if a full dominant was in your presence, you couldn’t overpower them, and you couldn’t demand respect from them, unlike a submissive,” she warned. Violet hadn’t realised there were so many rules.

“Perhaps I should have stayed as a submissive,” she joked, and Natasha glared once again.

“I’m joking,” she said, dragging out the word obviously.

“You better fucking be; you chose this life, and now you have to learn to live with it." Violet groaned and crashed her head against the window. She was tired of listening to her sister, so she ignored whatever she was spewing out and watched as the beautiful sun set across New York.

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

It’s never easy for me to find five things that make me happy (sometimes, not even a single one), but, in the end, I always end up being able to do it. So, it’s time to give it another go.

A crusty baguette with vegan mayonnaise. I could eat only baguettes with vegan mayonnaise (or vegan cheese) for the rest of my life, but that is far from being a healthy meal. And my countless food intolerances make it even less healthy. But, sometimes, I decide to ignore it and, just for a few seconds, I feel happy.

Every time I see a church with its door(s) open, like an invitation to come in. This may sound a touch odd considering that I am an agnostic, but my interest in the subject is neither religious nor spiritual. However, as an Art Historian and doctoral student, I absolutely love all churches – I love their architecture, their art, and all the devotions, religious festivities, traditions, and popular superstitions associated with each of these houses of God. Basically, it’s a multidisciplinary academic interest. Sadly (at least, in Portugal and Spain), many churches have their doors closes when no religious serve is being held, and that is especially true when it comes to hermitages and chapels - the type of churches that I appreciate the most (actually, that’s even the subject of my PhD thesis). So, whenever I see that a church is actually open and I am able to visit it (and take a zillion photos), I feel like a very lucky man.

Having time to read a book outside my academic obligations. I mean choosing what I really want to read and do it just for the sheer pleasure of reading a good book. Sadly, not all the books I pick bring me joy, but, at least, for once, the choice is 100 pc mine.

A good fireplace on a cold night. Suddenly, everything feels a little better. And I have experienced this very feeling shortly before writing these very words.

Analysing a good book with someone who is also a bit of bookworm. That is especially true when we are talking about certain books… like Dom Casmurro. Sadly, when I finished Machado de Assis’ most famous work, I had no one to discuss if Capitu did it or not, and that’s precisely the whole point of Dom Casmurro: to examine the actions of Capitu, always based on the words of none other than Bentinho/Dom Casmurro/the biggest imbecile that has ever served as the narrator of a story..

(thank you very much - I have to say that it’s always an enormous pleasure to see you here)

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List your nine most favorite books

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It was so hard to keep this to nine. I feel like this is a list that changes a lot, depending on my mood (with a few exceptions). Like jinxedwood, I feel I must add a disclaimer: some of these books are great, some of these books are great to me. I like what I like.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. I've lost count of how many times I've read this. It's totally nonsensical and hilarious and I absolutely love it. I collect Alice in Wonderland editions, and I have read every single one of them at least once. Don't feel the same way about Through the Looking Glass though. Wonderland is very uniquely insane, which is what makes it great.

1984 by George Orwell. I fully realize this book is much more impressive when you're 18 and reading it for the first time, but I will absolutely fight anyone who trashes it. It stands the test of time to an eerie (and somewhat depressing) degree. I remember getting to the end of this and being so completely disheartened by the way it ends that I was upset for a week. I was 18, but still. It's a great book.

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. I am OBSESSED with Jurassic Park, ok? It's my favorite movie ever. And precisely because of that, I postponed reading this book forever because I was fully convinced it would suck and I didn’t want to live with the source material of my favorite movie letting me down. But then these really really beautiful editions of the series came out and I just had to buy them, and so eventually I had to read them as well. AND LO AND BEHOLD! The book is actually great! Not better than the movies, mind you, but really good. It's different enough that it's surprising even to someone who's seen the movies 30 times like me. And it's also very philosophical, whereas the movie focuses more on the adventure and the T-rex (for obvious reasons, to great success). 10/10.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. First time I read this I was 13 and it was this 1936 edition written in Portugal Portuguese, maybe even the first translation of this work into the language, and I hated it. Then many years later I found this stunning Barnes and Noble edition in English and decided to give it a second try. Instantly obsessed. It's a huge exposition in vanity, hedonism, ego and the human nature, monologues can last for pages and pages, but it's so interesting, so insightful and the dialogues are so good.

Epitaph of a Small Winner (Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas), by Machado de Assis. This is a masterpiece of Brazilian literature and probably my favorite thing I've read by Machado de Assis, who's one of, if not the most revered writer of all time in my country. Brás Cubas is a wealthy 19th century dead man and the narrator of this book, in which he makes reflections and digresses on many chapters of his life - after his death. It's a basically a fictional autobiography written by someone by a dead man. I just googled to see what the first paragraph was like in English, because it's one of my favorites ever, and it's still great. "I am a deceased writer not in the sense of one who has written and is now deceased, but in the sense of one who has died and is now writing." He dedicates the book to the first worm to eat his flesh. Brilliant.

Vicious by V.E. Schwab. I love Victoria Schwab so much, have read almost everything she's ever written. If writing talent was something you could buy at a supermarket, I’d get myself doses of hers. I love her style. Even the things that I objectively don't like, I still enjoy for the writing alone. This is probably my favorite thing she's ever written. I love the duality between Eli and Victor, I love their rivalry, I love the ideological war between and how ruthless they are, how far they are both willing to go just to prove a point. Neither of them is a good guy or a hero, and I love that about this story. It's not really that original, you can see where she drew inspiration from, but still. I love it.

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann. The moment I finished reading this, years ago, I wondered how the hell this hadn't been turned into a movie yet. Thank you, Martin Scorsese, for listening to me. Please, don’t fuck this up. It's not fiction, which is not something I read very often because I’m easily bored, but this is amazingly written. And the story is so crazy. Maybe Americans are more familiar with it, but I wasn't, and it stunned me from start to finish. If you don’t know what it’s about, at some point in the history of the USA, the members of the Osage Nation were the richest people in the country, and then they started dying, one by one. The investigation into those murders was crappy because of racism, but it also led to the foundation of the FBI as it is known today. David Grann is a genius. I've read other books by him, all of them non-fiction, and it's always an unbelievable true story that's just shocking. His investigation into the topics is fantastic. He has one about the lost city of Z that is WILD. I’ve told everyone I know about that book.

The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne. I know John Boyne has some controversial books (which I have tried to stay away from), but this is so good. His writing is amazing. It's such a heartbreaking story, but the way it's narrated is so light that instead of being depressive, it just made me so hopeful. The main character is probably one of the most naturally likable MC I've ever read, too. Every other character in the story is either insane or absurd, sometimes both. Probably the best dialogues I’ve ever read in a book.

The Conqueror's Wife by Stephanie Thornton. Listen, this is one of those books that I'm sure not everyone will like. But it's almost like it was written for me. It's a historical romance, it has multiple narrators, it’s based in real people that existed and it's about Alexander the Great. I have an inexplicable obsession with Alexander the Great, don't ask. I’ve read tons of stuff on him, so the fact this draws a lot from the real stuff makes it even better. The title is a little misleading, makes you believe it's about Alexander's wife (or one of them anyway), but it's not. The four narrators are two of his wives, his younger sister and Hephaestion. It paints a very gruesome and realistic picture of Alexander, beyond the myth. 10/10 for me.

Honorable mentions: The Song of Aquiles by Madelline Miller, Battle Royale by Koushun Takani.

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