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genericpuff · 4 months

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Hello, brazilian anon here! So I have been following criticisms of LO for a while now, and Psyche and Eros caught my attention in special, because their relationship is legit a racist trope commonly applied to indigenous people: Woman of color is put in a arranged marriage or pressured into marrying a guy from her village/tribe but "falls in love" with a white dude who "saves" her from her abusive and "uncivilized" family. Think of Disney's Pocahontas. This trope is commonly used to dehumanize non-european/anglo-saxon cultures and portray them as barbaric, and is rooted in colonialism and its direct heir, imperialism, as a means for colonizers to justify and sugarcoat raping and forcing women of color to marry them. So not a good look for Rachel.

OH YEAH IT IS

(you just opened Pandora's Box by mentioning Pocahontas around me LMAO)

It's even more egregious when you consider how Rachel changed the original myth from Psyche undergoing trials on her own to her ... being turned into a nymph servant for Aphrodite. Like huh. Is that really your final draft, Rachel? Have you thought this through?

I made a very spicy post about this like a year and a half ago and honestly I think it's still worth talking about because it's incredibly telling that Psyche had her entire story uprooted and replaced with a version where she's transformed into a non-POC character to disguise herself as a servant to a woman who's already racist towards nymphs. It's got that issue of "take the black character and transform them into an animal/other being that isn't black so that we don't have to have a black character onscreen for more than 10 minutes."

And yeah, you can tell how much Rachel is absentmindedly taking from Disney without challenging what those stories were portraying or asking deeper questions to get to the heart of their messaging. Pocahontas is rightfully panned for being a very white-washed version of a story that was written in the blood shed by Native Americans at the hands of colonizers. "Pocahontas" herself, even, was not some independent native woman who fell in love with the "one good white guy" on the boat, she was a teenage girl, whose life was spared but made worse when she was forced to travel overseas to be used as a prop to justify their continued actions in murdering and colonizing the "savages" overseas; she was then forced into marriage and had to carry the children of her captors, all while being treated as an exotic spectacle by the people around her who would undoubtedly kill her at the first sign of disobedience.

Her name was Matoaka. Her life and story is not something that should be romanticized. It's a tragedy and much of what instigated it is still alive and well today. She only lived to be 21.

I don't know if Rachel intentionally referenced or ripped off Pocahontas in Lore Olympus the same way she clearly has with Hercules and Beauty and the Beast. But it's incredibly telling in how she treats the racial divide between nymphs and gods and how she's twisted the Eros x Psyche myth into what it is that even if she did watch Pocahontas, she probably never realized how problematic it is at its core in the way that it's told.

In the original myth, Psyche is a woman who's meant to represent the fickleness of vanity - the loneliness it can make one feel to be admired and not truly loved, and the destruction that can be brought about in jealousy - and her pursuit in finding genuine love in Eros, a journey she travels alone, thematically with the rest of the story.

In Lore Olympus, she's an illiterate woman of color whose only purpose is to be Eros' wife, robbed of all agency so that she can be a trophy for him to earn, a test for him to pass. It's boring and really icky when you really peel back the layers of it with Psyche's character design in mind. Even when she finally does get more agency in her task to bring down Apollo - or at the very least, keep an eye on him - it's still at the behest of Zeus who gives her immortality not as a reward for overcoming the trials she set out to pass, but so she can be his errand boy. So once again she's not capable of doing anything motivated by her own best interests (especially when she already knows how dangerous Apollo is, why is she the one who has to follow this guy around?)

So yeah, no, not a good look at all LMAO

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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anonymous-dentist · 9 months

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Okay, now let's look at these five now that we know that at least three of them have some kind of deep connection with the Federation.

Briefly, let's recap our Federation Three:

ElQuackity- Federation employee, high-up, seemingly very important. Possible q!Quackity clone. Bad Dude.

q!Foolish- Member of the q!Brown Family/q!Fooligetta Family, aka the Federation's Favorites. Is currently technically a Federation employee as a detective. Has been pursuing Cucurucho for months trying to get a cloud. Wants to be Employee Of The Month. He's got a crazy strong connection with the Capybaras, which are basically confirmed to be Federation employees/creations in some way.

q!Baghera- Former Federation child experiment, escaped. Presumably the reason the French Plane was brought down onto the island. No memories of anything before the plane, including her own torture.

But then let's look at the other two:

q!Etoiles- Federation Anti and Codebreaker. The literal only person out here able to defeat the Codes. Survived multiple assassination attempts. French.

q!Felps- The OG Kidnapped Brazilian. Frozen in ice like the 'new' islanders, was broken out by the Federation's Employee Of The Month, came back with a weird black mark on his arm. Disappeared, reappeared 'frozen' along with the 'new' islanders looking completely different.

So three of these guys have confirmed connections with the Federation, leaving Felps and Etoiles to the side... right?

Well, let's look at Etoiles first. He's one half of the Codebreakers, and he has the Shield that the Codes/maybe the Federation desperately wants. He came onto the island saying he wouldn't get attached to Pomme, but now he's the eggs' number one protector. Only two people have ever managed to murder him, q!Baghera with a Gun and then q!Willy with his mines. He's basically the island's 'Chief of Security'. He's chilling.

So, nothing there that we know of. Like Baghera, he doesn't seem to have a lot of his memories, but none of the French really do. They're like the English and Spanish speakers: none of them really have any memories of anything before the island except for q!Bad and q!Slime, who are hinted towards having unknown connections with the Federation. (See: the og character teasers where Jaiden, Bad, Slime, and Wilbur were all teased. Jaiden is confirmed to have an unknown past as a possible Federation employee, Wilbur is liked enough by the Federation to be able to leave the island basically as he pleases for his tours. Bad and Slime have memories of their lives before the island- Bad knowing about his time loop thing and Slime remembering having a bunch of siblings [including little orphan q!Mike] and terrible parents.)

Now let's look at q!Felps. He drove, and crashed, the Brazilians' cargo ship onto the island. He was the first character to get kidnapped (he's a real trendsetter), and he was frozen in a block of ice for a month as the Federation did... something to him. He was murdered by f!Cell in prison prior to the QSMP. q!Cellbit is his best friend, and he broke Felps out of the Federation through the literal Power of Friendship. Felps came out with a weird mark on his arm and a fear of Cucurucho. He spends his time digging a square, which is just What Felps Does. His skin for a bit was the exact same construction uniform as the Federation's Faceless Workers with the minor addition of pants, but tbh he probably wouldn't wear those either if he had a choice. He's also got a major connection with the capybaras. He disappears for a bit, but nobody questions it because he's. Felps. But, when he comes back, he's in a little icebox of a house near spawn and he's gotten a pretty cool makeover.

Felps is Felps. It's hard to look into his character too seriously because he's Felps. But it stands to reason that, out of all the Brazilians, he's the one most likely to have a previous connection with the Federation. (Let's put aside the Manager's Son!Forever headcanon and the Agent 03!Cellbit headcanon.) On his own, it's easy to think that he's just being Felps. But stick him on a screen with three confirmed Federation People and then Etoiles, and it's pretty clear that he has something to do with the Feds.

My personal theory is that Felps was a laboratory experiment that became sentient and fucking Left. He's an enigma. Only one person understands him, and it's his son. Even his best friend Cellbit can't really get him, mostly because He Is Felps. He's the server's resident cryptid. After he escaped from the Federation, it took them a While to realize, oh, shit, they lost the guy that gets lost all the time. And then he managed to crash his boat onto the island however many years later just as a coincidence and in such a sudden way that even the Federation was like "Bro what the fuck". This could explain why the Federation, who doesn't exactly like random people snooping around their island, never actually got rid of the Brazilians: Felps was back, and they couldn't lose him again, and keeping his friends around is the best way to keep him around.

That leaves Etoiles, who might actually have some kind of connection with the Codes. They might hate him and he might hate them, but they have some sort of weird Homestuck-y connection going on. It's a mutual hatred, and a mutual respect. If the theory that the Codes are renegade Federation employees who were turned into monsters as a punishment for trying to leave, then there's a real possibility that Etoiles is another one of those runaway employees. But, unlike them, he managed to escape. He got away, and they hate him for it even if they can't recognize why through their scrambled little data brains. But they can't help but respect him because he got away. This makes him another potential reason for the French Plane being shot down: the Federation realized that someone got away, and that he was on the same plane as their runaway experiment. He doesn't remember the Codes, but the Codes could remember him.

So let's finish this theorizing off with a brief recap:

TLDR;

ElQuackity and q!Baghera are confirmed Federation employees/experiments. q!Foolish is a new Federation employee, but his weird grey way of dealing with the Feds make him Sus

q!Felps has had a lot of weird Federation shit happen to him since he crashed the Brazilian Boat onto the island, so he could be another escaped experiment. Unlike Baghera, however, he randomly came back, and the Federation couldn't let him or the other Brazilians go because he came back.

q!Etoiles doesn't have an obvious connection with the Federation, but he does seem to have some kind of connection with the Codes. Because of this, it's possible that he has some kind of past with the Federation that has made him and the Codes have some kind of Homestuck-y kismesissitude(?) going on

#qsmp theory #qsmp #idk guys i thought of this while doing laundry and spiraled

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onenicebugperday · 8 months

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@doctorpiratething submitted: Check out this little dude I found while looking at some plants... half a fingernail sized. criminally small. Who might this guy be? Found in the brazilian savannah

Very tiny and very cute! Looks like a geometer moth caterpillar, which are usually called inchworms because of how they walk. Best guess based on coloration is a white-tipped black moth, Melanchroia chephise, or similar.

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #moth #caterpillar #larva #inchworm #geometer moth #white tipped black

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melanieph321 · 8 months

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Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 1/8

Yeah, this is going to be good 🤭🤭 So good!

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

"A bodyguard? For what?"

"Y/N, a person has threatened your life."

"So? People do that online every day. Haters gonna hate."

You fell back against the cuchens of your fifthy thousand euro couch. Sure, it was expensive, but it came straight from the set of Pulp Fiction, a collectors item, worth every penny. Pulp Fiction was your absolute favorite movie of all time.

"I get that you don't want someone following you around all day, especially now with the tour of your knew album, but please consider your own safety first." You're sister had been managing you ever since the beginning of your singing career, of course her natural instict was to worry about you.

"Fine you sighed. So when is this guy coming?"

"Well, we had him fly in from his latest job in the UAE."

"The what know?"

"The UAE, like Dubai? Aapparently even the riches shieks in the middle east wants this guy as their bodyguard. He's an ex navy seal from what I've heard."

"Girl." You chuckled. "I received one threatening phone call from a man who calls himself the Dickonataor 3000. What makes you think I need a navy seal to protect me from that? You should have gotten one of the pumped up dudes from the fitness center I go to to set this guy straight. How much is this bodyguard guy even costing us?"

"Well, he said your only up for trial and that discussions won't happen until the end of that trial period."

"A trial?" You sat up. "You mean to tell me that this guy is only coming around for a trial. To what? See if my life is really worth guarding?"

"Somthing like that, yes. I don't know all the details. Taylor was the one who set everything up."

"Taylor? What does he know about hiring bodyguards?"

"Well he has a decade of experience when it comes to driving spoiled popstars like yourself."

"I'm not spoiled, you're spoiled."

You're sister smiled. "We're both spoiled."

"Mom would be very proud, too bad she rarely flies out to see us?"

"She will be here for your album release party, she promised."

"Yeah, yeah, promises promises, they mean nothing to me."

Your sister stood with her hands behind her back, watching you. You hated the way she dressed nowadays, in pantsuits, like a damn politician.

"Are you ready to go back to rehearsals?" She asked. You had only gone back to your apartment for a quick break. You had been dancing all day.

"I haven't eaten anything yet." You said.

"We'll pick somthing up on the go, come." She offered you her hand. Just like she when you were kids, wanting to hold your hand on your way to school.

Rehearsals went well, however your feet were killing you by the time you got home. Taylor dropped you off at the apartment whilst your sister still had some business to take care of. You were glad to be alone for a change, having been surrounded by people telling you what to do all day.

"Maria?"

You peaked your head through to the kitchen to see if your personal chef was there. You'd ask her to cook a nice meal, perhaps one of her country's delicacies. You loved Brazilian food.

"Maria?"

She was nowhere to be found. You went to look for her in her office.

"Mari—"

"She's not here."

You froze as a big shadow swept behind you, followed by the dark voice of a man.

"Who are you?" You turned around and gasped. The man stood tall, dressed in a blacksuit and tie. His hair was slicked back, like a business man trying to appear more professional than he was.

"I'm here to kill you." He stated, just like that, with his hands tied before him.

"Um...okay. Taylor!!" You shouted.

"We're twelve stories up sweetheart, he won't hear you."

You frowned, applled by the man and his commanding, yet not threatening demeanor.

"What do you want, I don't keep any money here."

"Yeah, I realized that. However I hacked into your computer in your office."

"Y...you what?"

"It's not very smart of you not to encrypt any of your emails. I've received everything I need about your recent payments, credit card details, enough to forge your identity to make you go bankrupt in a few days time."

Your chest heaved up with your heavy breathing. Who was this guy, an intruder? Why was he so calm? Was he one of those serial killers to have sex with your corps before cutting it to pieces and eat it. Not on your watch, you thought and quickly ran back downstairs.

"Mariaaaaa!" You shouted.

"Like I said, I sent her home."

The man was right at your heals, following you wherever you went.

"What...why?" You said, slightly out of breath and your feet were still sore, so you didn't feel like running.

"Your apartment should be cleared out of staff by 6.pm it's easier to keep track of who goes in and out of the apartment if all your staff have a time stamp on them."

"How did you even get into the building?" You asked. "Did the doorman let you in?"

The man looked at you with tinted eyes, they were intimidating, yet kind. "The doorman has a shift change that occurs with a thirty minute window before the next guy shows up. I simply bid my time, observing your building all day, waiting for the right moment to simply walk into the building and take the elevator up to your floor."

"W.. what do you want?" You were trembling with fear now, ready to scream if the man dared try anything. However he seemed to keep his distance between you, yet it seemed like he was still invading your space.

"Like I said, I'm here to kill you. Or more so simulate how a killer would make the attempt to approach you in your home. From what I've gathered today you're an easy victim Y/N."

"How did you....wait are you...you're him aren't you? The bodyguard?"

The man stood with his hands behind his straight back, neither confirming or denying your statement.

You shook your head, a hint of a smile on your lips. "What a starnge way to introduce yourself and aren't you too young to be a bodyguard. I was expecting some G.I Joe looking mother fuc...."

"I think I'll do guarding a 60 kg girl who doesn't lock her front door when she leaves her home."

"But I know everyone who lives in this building and we have a doorman."

"You'll lock your doors from now on." He said, end of.

You were slightly taken back, mostly by the way he was dominating you, but also by the way you let him dominant you.

"It's my apartment, I can do whatever I want." You said, a bit unconvincing.

"Not on my watch."

You snorted. "Right."

"Did I say something funny?"

"Yeah, a lot of things actually."

"I'm sorry to have frightened you with my unannounced entry Miss..."

"Y/N, is fine. " You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It's just standard protocol for me to ensure that whoever I'm working for is secure beyond my protection so that when it's necessary for me to give my life to them, I'll know it was for the right reason and not some sloppy mistake like an unlocked door or the fact that you let unwanted personal linger past suitable hours."

You're eyes were narrowed as you stared at the man, trying to make sense of it all. You stared at him until the point of realizing that he was actually kind of cute.

"Oh shit, there you are."

The strange introduction came to an end with your sister stumbling through the door.

"Taylor told me that he picked you up from the airport hours ago. I see you've already met my sister." She stepped forward shaking the man's hand.

"Yes we have just made ourselves acquainted, setting some ground rules for this arrangement."

Your sister looked at you, slightly impressed. You on the other hand was not having it at all.

"Y/N, why the long face?" Your sister said. "Meet Ruben Dias, you're new bodyguard."

#fanfiction #football imagine #man city #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #ruben dias x black reader #black reader

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thehollowwriter · 2 months

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The Official Bio of Nkululeko Adrade

Basic Info:

Name: Nkululeko (En-koo-loo-lee-ko) Adrade

Nicknames: None yet, but some just call him Adrade or Nkulu for short

Homeland: Afterglow Savanna

Species: Sally Lightfoot Crab beastman

Birthday: 18th April

Age: 16

Height: 197cm

Dominant hand: Left

Class: 1-B

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Best subject: Conjugation

Club: Track and Field (He's very good at longjump)

Unique magic: TBA (He hasn't got his yet)

Family:

•Unnamed parent

•Unnamed siblings

•Unnamed cousins

Preferences:

Hobbies: Crafting/making things

Likes: Looking after the hedgehogs, the beach, flowers, drawing

Dislikes: Troublemakers, the cold, people who act fake

Favourite food: Nori wraps

Least favourite food: Octopus

Appearance:

Nkulu has long, waist length hair that is orange and red at the top and slowly shifts to light blue, like this:

However, unlike the picture, he has braids similar to this:

He often ties his hair in a pontail. However, he also loves to try out different hairstyles as much as he can. He has dark red eyes. His lower half is that of a Sally Lightfoot Crabs (which are aa brazilian crab!), and it is blue, black, gold, and red! Like this:

It makes him look extremely big and intimating even though he isn't. He's black (for the Americans/non-South Africans, I don't mean "not white" I mean black), tall, and very fit. He doesn't have pincers, but he does have claws.

Personality:

Nkulu is actually a very chill person. You could almost call him the stoner/surfer dude type. He gets excellent grades and is extremely dedicated to whatever he decides to do. He's honest to a fault, almost too honest, but will happily trip someone up if it benefits him. He's warm and easily excitable and always ready to try and learn new things. He's a bit of a jokester as well.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info

•Nkululeko means "freedom" in Xhosa

•Nkulu is South African (whatever twst's equivalent is??) and one parent is Xhosa, and the other is Brazilian

•He thinks Riddle is great, especially post-OB Riddle

•He's trying to figure out his sexuality

•He's friends with Jack and Epel

•He heard Floyd call Yuu Shrimpy and told Yu with a completely straight face that he, as a crab, will have to eat them because that is the way of life. He then burst out laughing at their horrified face.

•He is extremely strong

...........................................

A/N: My other oc! Not a mer this time! I am not black, however I am South African and I thought it would be neat to have a South African oc besides Quinn ^^

Tagging: @distant-velleity @cyanide-latte @ramshacklerumble @kitwasnothere @the-banana-0verlord @officialdaydreamer00 @theleechyskrunkly @elenauaurs @jovieinramshackle @boopshoops @oya-oya-okay @whspermy-name @cynthinesia @elysia-nsimp @br3adtoasty @quartztwst

@the-trinket-witch @ghostiidasponk

#nkululeko adrade #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #floyd leech #octavinelle #yuu #twisted wonderland #twst oc

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Hiiii, I love your writing, it's so cuteee.

Would you mind writing something with Erling where reader is one of the other Mancity players' sister or a rival team player's sister please??

With potential fights between this bunch of idiotic dudes 🫣

Whether you want to make it smutty or not, as you wish <3

Venha Aqui (Come Here)

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Richarlison X Sister Reader

Summary: Your Richarlison sister and you came to England to study. you fall in love with Erling, and your brother isn't too happy about it.

If this is bad, I'm sorry 🙈 I think I over thought it too much, lol

Ok, I love Richarlison, but I feel like he's in a team that doesn't appreciate what he can as a player. So I hope he leaves Tottenham and finds clubs that give him time.

Ok, so like I loved this request. I'm Brazilian, so I chose one of my favorite players, Richalison. Also, because I don't know what race people who are reading this are and Brazil is such a diverse country with so many different mixes/races of people, I thought this would be the best option but you can imagineyourselfbeing the half sister. For example, my siblings and I are mixed with black, white, and native but we all came out looking different. My brother and I both looks black, and my sister came out fully white with green eyes. She doesn't even look like she has a touch of black in her. I just wanted everyone to feel included. So anyways, there is my little history lesson, lol

Yes, it's been a few weeks since Y/N arrived in England and she's settled in quite nicely. She's loving all her classes, soaking up new knowledge and enjoying the experience of learning in a different country. And, to top it all off, she's made some new friends who have welcomed her with open arms.

But the best part? Y/N gets to live with her older brother, who she missed terribly. It's been a while since they've been able to spend time together, and now they're able to catch up on lost time. It's a relief to have him nearby, especially in a foreign country where everything is still unfamiliar.

But, as with anything in life, there are downsides. Y/N's brother can be overprotective at times, particularly when it comes to boys. It's a little frustrating, but deep down she knows that he only has her best interests at heart. After all, he's always been there for her, even when they were kids. He's always looked out for her and taken care of her, so it's no surprise that he's still doing it now.

Despite the occasional annoyances, Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her, and she's grateful for his support. Living with him has made her feel safer, happier, and more at home.

Today was the day that Y/N had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. She was finally going to watch her beloved brother, Richarlison, play in a football match against Manchester City. The excitement coursing through her veins was palpable, as she was looking forward to witnessing firsthand the immense talent that her brother possessed.

This was the first time that Y/N would be watching her brother play in England, and she was beyond excited to see him in action. She had heard so much about the electric atmosphere of English football matches, and she couldn't wait to experience it for herself.

Not only would Y/N be able to watch Richarlison play, but she was also excited to meet his team members. The thought of spending time with her brother and his colleagues was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to get to know them all better.

Above all, Y/N was excited to spend a fun-filled night partying it up with her favorite person in the world - her brother. Richarlison had promised her that he would win this match and take her out to enjoy the city after the game. The thought of having an amazing time exploring the city with her brother made her heart race with excitement.

Y/N took her seat, her heart racing, as she eagerly waited for the game to start. As the players began to come out onto the field, she couldn't help but be transfixed by the towering figure of one particular player. It was Erling Haaland, and he stood head and shoulders above everyone else on the field, even towering over her own brother, Richarlison, who was no small man at 6'0.

Although she had heard people talking about Haaland's skills on the field, Y/N had never really paid much attention. She was a loyal fan of her brother, and in her eyes, he was the best footballer out there. But as she watched Haaland move across the field, there was no denying the incredible athleticism and power he possessed.

And it wasn't just his skills on the field that caught Y/N's attention. There was something undeniably attractive about the Norwegian footballer that she just couldn't take her eyes off of. It was as if he had a magnetism about him, drawing her in and captivating her with every move he made.

Despite her loyalty to her brother, Y/N found herself unable to look away from Haaland. She was mesmerized by his talent, his power, and his undeniable allure. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of such a force, to feel his energy and his strength up close.

Y/N knew that she would always be a fan of Richarlison, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the power of Haaland's presence. He had captured her attention and held it tightly, leaving her breathless with admiration.

As the game developed, the tension on the field was palpable. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the players battle it out, each team fighting fiercely for victory. And then, like a burst of lightning on a stormy night, Richarlison soared through the air and scored a beautiful header goal, giving Tottenham their second goal of the night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd on its feet, as they celebrated his skill and talent.

But Tottenham's celebration was short-lived. As if from out of nowhere, Haaland came charging onto the field, a force to be reckoned with. He scored his second goal of the night for Manchester City, tying up the game and leaving Tottenham reeling from the blow.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched Manchester City's players celebrate, their joy and energy a stark contrast to the disappointment and frustration that permeated the Tottenham team. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Richarlison rose to the challenge once again.

With the clock ticking down, and the first half drawing to a close, Richarlison seized the moment and scored another goal, giving Tottenham the lead once again. The stadium roared with excitement, the crowd on their feet, as they cheered on their team.

As the players headed off the field for halftime, Y/N was looking forward to what was to come in the second half.

As the second half began, Y/N braced herself for the action. She knew that Manchester City was a fierce opponent and that they were not going to go down without a fight. But what she witnessed on the field was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Within minutes of the second half starting, Manchester City had scored yet another goal. Haaland, with his incredible speed and skill, had scored yet another goal, securing a hat-trick for the night. The temperature on the field was rising, the players becoming more and more aggressive with each other.

Suddenly, it all erupted into chaos. Richarlison and Haaland became entangled with one another, their tempers flaring and their fists flying. The other players quickly joined in, yelling and screaming at each other, until the referee finally managed to restore order.

Despite the chaos and the aggression, Tottenham refused to back down. With each passing minute, they fought harder and harder, their determination to win stronger than ever before. And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

With just a few minutes left in the game, Tottenham scored yet another goal, tying up the game once again.

But Tottenham was not content with a tie. With everything on the line, they pushed harder and harder, until finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Son scored one more goal, sealing Tottenham as the winners of today's match.

Y/N could hardly believe what she had witnessed. It had been a rollercoaster of a game, filled with drama, excitement, and raw emotion. But in the end, it was Tottenham who emerged victorious, their skill and determination shining through in every moment of the game. And as Y/N watched her brother celebrate with his teammates, she felt a rush of pride and joy, knowing that she was witnessing the birth of a legend.

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After the game, as promised, Richarlison took Y/N out to celebrate. They decided to join some of the players at a nearby club to continue the festivities. Y/N was having the time of her life, dancing and laughing with her brother and his teammates. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone still buzzing from the drama of the game.

As Y/N made her way to the bar to get another drink, she suddenly stumbled over someone's feet, her clumsy nature getting the best of her once again. Just as she was about to hit the floor, someone caught her, saving her from an embarrassing fall. As she looked up, she found herself face to face with the one and only Erling Haaland.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. He was even more attractive up close, with his chiseled features and athletic build. She tried to compose herself, but found it difficult to speak in his presence.

Haaland, on the other hand, was surprisingly friendly and charming. He asked her if she was okay and even joked about her being clumsy, making her feel at ease.

"Here, let me buy you a drink," Erling said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bar. Y/N was momentarily taken aback, but she accepted his offer and followed him to the bar. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Erling turned to Y/N.

"I'm Erling Haaland, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Y/N," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. They continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

"You lost the game today," Y/N remarked casually, taking another sip of her drink. Erling choked on his drink, surprised by her straightforwardness.

"Wow, you're straight forward. Yeah, we lost today, but I still got three goals. I can still celebrate that, can't I?" he said, smiling. Y/N giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You have a beautiful smile," Erling said. But just as their conversation was heating up, Y/N's brother appeared, and everything came to a screeching halt. His voice boomed through the club as he called out her name, causing Erling and Y/N to stop and stare.

"You two know each other?" Erling asked, confusion etched on his face.

"H-he's my brother," Y/N stammered, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Richarlison's face was twisted in anger as he spoke again, this time in Portuguese.

"Venha aqui(come here)," he commanded, beckoning Y/N to come with him. She sighed, knowing she had to obey, and said goodbye to Erling before leaving with her overprotective brother.

As they drove home, the tension in the car grew by the minute. Y/N could sense her brother's frustration and anger radiating off of him like heat waves. "I don't want you anywhere near that guy," Richarlison growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Y/N was taken aback by her brother's sudden outburst. "What's your issue?" she asked, bewildered. "Is it because you guys got into a fight on the field?"

Richarlison's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's not just that," he said gruffly. "Haaland is trouble, Y/N. He's not good for you."

"But he seemed nice enough," Y/N protested. "And we only talked for a little while."

"That's not the point," Richarlison snapped. "I don't want you getting involved with him or any other footballers, for that matter. They're all just distractions."

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. She knew her brother meant well, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated by his overprotectiveness. "I can take care of myself, you know," she muttered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew her brother was overprotective, but this was too much. "You can't control my life, Richarlison. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions."

"Of course, I can't control your life," he said, calming down a bit. "But I can advise you as your older brother. And I'm advising you to stay away from him."

She signs."In other words, you're actually saying yes Y/N you will obey me. Because I'm your older brother and you live with me. so my rules go, I know how you work, Richarlison, " she said, annoyed, imatating his voice.

Richarlison didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the dark, winding roads that led back to their flat. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind about Haaland, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about the handsome footballer. Maybe she would run into him again someday, she thought wistfully.

As they arrived home, Y/N stormed off, slamming the door behind her. She knew she might be acting childish. But she didn't care. She couldn't help but still feel frustrated from the argument with her Richarlison.

As she changed into her pajamas. She couldn't believe Richarlison was being so overprotective over her, and she didn't think it was fair that he was trying to control who she talked to. As she got into bed, her phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram.

She saw that Erling Haaland had followed her. He also sent her a message asking her out on a date. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. She quickly replied, thanking him for the offer and saying she would love to go out with him sometime.

Despite her brother's disapproval, Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Erling. She knew she would have to be careful not to upset Richarlison, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going out with the talented footballer. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Erling Haaland swirling in her mind.

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Y/N's date with Erling Haaland had been incredible. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man - charming, funny, caring, and hardworking. He was a total gentleman and made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. As they went on more dates, Y/N started to realize that she was falling for him, and two months later, they were practically dating.

But there was a big problem - Y/N had been keeping her relationship with Erling a secret from Richarlison. She was scared of what he might do when he found out, and the thought of him finding out made her anxious.

Y/N knew that Richarlison had a strong disliking towards her dating Erling or any other footballers, and he had made it clear that he didn't want her to get involved with them. But she couldn't help the way she felt, and she didn't want to lose the person who had brought her so much happiness.

As she lay in bed that night cuddled up to Erling, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety. She knew she had to tell Richarlison eventually, but the thought of how he might react kept her up at night. Y/N didn't want to lose her brother's trust and respect, but she also didn't want to give up the person who made her feel so happy and fulfilled.

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Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. This was definitely not how she had wanted her brother, Richarlison, to find out. She had thought she had the house all to herself, with Richarlison supposedly at a friend's birthday party until tomorrow. It was perfect timing, as Erling was free to come over. One thing had led to another, and their evening activities had ended up in her bedroom.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," Erling grunted as he slipped his shirt off. Y/N pulled him towards her, and their lips met in a passionate embrace. Victoria tasted the sweetness of the wine he had been drinking as Erling's tongue explored her mouth. Their hands were everywhere, wandering around each other's bodies. Erling's hand found her bra strap, and as he was about to remove it, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Richarlison.

As Richarlison saw what was happening, he quickly closed the door. Y/N and Erling were startled, and the moment the door opened, Erling went straight to cover both of them. "Fuck," Y/N exclaimed, scared for what was about to happen. Outside the room, Richarlison was banging on the door, demanding them to get dressed and get out right away.

Y/N's heart was racing with fear and embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to get dressed, with Erling by her side. She opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, puzzled.

"What am I doing here? It's my home!" Richarlison yelled at her, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

Erling stepped in, straightening himself and displaying his full height. "Hey, calm down," he said to Richarlison. "You stay out of it," Richarlison responded, turning his attention back to Y/N.

"I forgot the gift for the party so I came back to get it, and I came to ask you again if you were sure you didn't want to come with me to the party. But to my surprise, you were having your own party!" Richarlison yelled at Y/N, clearly upset.

Erling pulled Y/N behind him and stepped close to Richarlison. "If we are going to have this conversation, don't yell at her," Eriling yelled back at Richarlison.

"She's my sister! We yell at each other all the time. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Richarlison responded, his voice still raised.

"I'm just saying this isn't Y/N's fault. It's yours. She would have told you we were dating, but she was too afraid of what your reaction would be," Eriling said.

"Dating! My fault! It's your fault!" Richarlison shouted, pushing Eriling.

"Yes, it's your fault," Eriling said, pushing him back.

"You want to fight? Fine!" Richarlison said, grabbing a handful of Eriling's shirt.

"Why not?" Eriling said, pushing Richarlison again.

Y/N screamed at them to stop. Both men turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. "Just stop both of you! I'm sick and tired of this who-has-the-bigger-dick competition!" she shouted at them, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Both men reacted at the same time, stepping in to comfort her. "Y/N," Richarlison said, calling her by her name. "Baby," Eriling said, using a term of endearment.

Y/N stepped back from both men, turning to face Richarlison. "Just stop, Richarlison! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this. And I don't understand why, when I'm an adult, I can do what I want. Erling is good to me. If you love me and respect me as your sister, you will try to get to know Erling, or at least tolerate him for me," she said firmly.

She then turned to Erling and said, "Erling, I'm completely falling for you. If you truly like me, you'll do the same. You both need to put your differences aside if you love me because I am not choosing one over the other."

With that, Y/N walked away, leaving both men standing there, completely baffled by what had just happened.

Richarlison and Erling stood there in silence for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Erling spoke up.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your sister. I really care about her."

Richarlison let out a deep sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want my sister to get hurt, you know?"

Erling nodded. "I understand. But you have to trust her to make her own decisions and trust that she knows what's best for her. And I can definitely assure you that I'm very serious about her this is not a game for me."

Richarlison thought for a moment. "You're right. I guess I just need to get to know you better and give you a chance. I trust my sister, and if she sees something in you, then she must be right."

Erling smiled. "I'd like that."

Richarlison gets serious again and says, "But if you hurt her, we'll be having a different conversation!"

Erling shakes his head. "I understand." He says.

They shake hands, and Y/N cames back into the room. "So, are we good?" she asked, looking at both of them.

Richarlison nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to be more understanding."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. And Erling, are you okay?"

Erling nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to make things right between us."

Y/N smiled at him. "I know you will. I trust you." Y/N gave them both a hug.

She felt relieved that things were starting to work out. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to work at it if it meant she could be with the person she loved.

As they all settled down on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two men in her life. They were both flawed, but they were also both willing to put their differences aside for her. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.

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