#i love calling him othello

[bit-redz]

othello except i put them in my comfiest fav outfit ‼️

you would not believe how comfy he is rn

#i love calling him othello #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #othello von ryan #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #nonbinary donnie #you can pry the they/he hc from my cold dead hands #then i’ll come back to life just to steal it back #xenic’s works

[frankensteincest]

I think there’s something in Iago (almost certainly) lying about Cassio coming onto him in his sleep as he dreams of Desdemona -> Iago and Cassio being the only ones left alive at the end of the play, especially with Desdemona’s body being cast in the typical necrophilic light, but idk what.

#log. #shakespeare #this play is so overtly obsessed with sex but sex never happens and desire goes haywire #that it’s hard to untangle it all neatly #obviously there’s iago in love with othello #he also suspects othello had sex with emilia and tosses out that he wants to have sex with desdemona #iago calls cassio attractive and contrasts himself negatively with cassio #then there’s the lay with him + ‘this was but his dream’ whose........ #and most importantly the death-tainted and husband-bemoaning intimacy between desdemona and emilia #the thing is. othello verbally abuses her and emilia repeats his words even though it obviously distresses desdemona #hello?? #anyway. all this is to say #iago wanted to fuck othello but he also wanted cassio I think

[aemondsladywife]

His Lady Wife

aemond targaryen x reader

author's note: eek this is my first angst fic and i have no idea if its good so please leave comments and feedback!! its very loosely based off othello with ofc aemond as othello and the reader as desdemona. this can be read alongside my other aemond x reader but also can be read alone!! i am working on part two for my other aemond x reader but i'm struggling w ideas so please drop me a message if you have any!! also please comment if you'd like to be added to my aemond x reader taglist <3

genre: very angsty, prepare for tears

the love between aemond and his dear wife would be in the history books one day, he was sure of it. there would be songs, poems and ballads written about the ardent love between them. a love which their great, great grandchildren would aspire to have. their love was refreshing in the court, all the other marriages were ones of duty but theirs was one of love.

that was until everything tumbled down. when you first became with child, you were estatic, you ran to tell your husband, who was over the moon. however, rumours had spread of your infidelity, that you had laid with one of the knights of the kingsguard and that you were pregnant with a bastard. at first, aemond didn't believe it, his beloved wife would never do such a thing. but he started to let his self doubt overcome his love for you.

"have you seen the knight? he's a far better swordsman and far better looking than the prince, you can't blame the princess."

aemond became overcome with jealousy and insecurity. it made sense to him, why would someone as perfect as you be with something as blemished as him.

then there was the stocking incident. one of your stockings, with your initials on it was found where the kingsguard trained which led everyone, including king aegon and prince aemond to believe you to be unfaithful.

you were walking in the gardens when you saw your husband. you had a smile on your face whilst your husband barely made eye contact with you. "what is it my love, you have been ignoring me?" you asked with concern evident in your voice.

"do not call me your love when you are carrying anothers bastard." aemond replied sharply.

"you do not believe the rumours? do you? aemond i love you, you know that? please don't do this." you took a step back and could feel your voice falter.

"i have arranged for our chambers to be separated. your maids will know where it is they will take you. the king was ready to have you killed but your family are needed." he said quickly and walked straight past you. it hurt him to see that he hurt you. he wanted to go back and apologise but his pride and insecurity got the better of him.

being isolated took a toll on you and your pregnancy. you were struggling greatly with no husband or friends in court other than your handmaid who you appreciated greatly. you saw how your mother was when she was pregnant and she wasn't anywhere near as unwell as you were. you were going to send a letter to your parents asking for their guidance but decided against it, you didn't want your father to storm down kings landing. breakfast, lunches and dinners you would spend alone in your small chambers as your husband refused to be in the same room as you, which hurt you greatly. you loved aemond so dearly, you went for spending to everyday together to months apart. most days you would spend weeping in your chambers praying to the gods for any form of relief. you preferred staying in your chambers than walking around court. you would recieve stares, looks and laughs from everyone around. it broke your heart, you had good relationships with everyone, with alicent, otto, daeron, haleana and even aegon, who would refer you to as his "good sister". now they don't even look in your direction.

it was his nephews nameday celebrations which hurt you the most. you played the role of the perfect wife, in the perfect relationship which almost had you believing that aemond was still in love with you, that was until he whispered in your ear that it was all a pretence.

but that didn't stop you from loving him. though you wished it did, maybe it would hurt less if you didn't love him anymore. at whatever opportunity to ask about his wellbeing you would, you even went as far as asking his mistress, who took pity on you and kept you updated. you still prayed for his health every night and prayed that the mother would take pity on your soul and relieve you of the pain.

although aemond was smart, he wasn't as smart as his grandfather, the hand. otto had his doubts regarding the infidelity rumours he had his child spies keep tabs all over westeros and after eight months of digging, he found the truth.

"speak up boy, tell the king what you heard"

the young boy bowed to the king before the hand's spy told the council what he heard,

"the rumours regarding the princess' infidelity were created by daemon and his old whore."

aemond looked up in shock, he felt his blood boil as he held the arm of his seat tighter.

"it was said that daemon knew the easiest way to seperate the greens was through his "fickle nephew" and that once word of the princesses disrespect reached the riverlands, they would switch alleigances to the blacks."

an uncomfortable silence hung the room. all eyes were on aemond who felt a mixture of anger, guilt and distraught. he spent the past 8 months slighting and hurting his chaste lady wife. the king knew his brother well enough to know how his mind was racing,

"i promise you brother we will take down the blacks. you will be the one to take our wretched uncle yourself i swear this to you brother."

once again silence befell the room. aemonds face was unreadable. the council sat in fear of his reaction as his mother held his hand in hopes to calm him down.

"eight months. for the past eight months my lady wife has been with child with my child and i have not spent a single day with her. the lady wife who loved me so loyally has spent eight months confined to a chamber not fit for a princess because of that pathetic cunt. no, his death would not satisfy me. i need more." the calmness in aemond's voice evoked a deep fear in the room. daemon's doing caused aemond's beloved to suffer at his own hand, they all knew that aemond would not rest until she was avenged. "as for now i need to see my lady wife."

as aemond got up from his seat, a maester and midwife covered in blood, sweat and tears entered. the only lady pregnant was his wife. his heart dropped. this couldn't be happening.

"your graces. the princess entered her labours a moon early-"

before the maester could even finish, aemond ran out of the room and straight to his wifes pathetic excuse of a chamber as fast as his legs could take him with ser criston his mother, grandfather and both his brothers close behind him. when he saw the limp body of his once beloved wife he fell to his knees.

"no, no, no. wake up my love, my love please. my love i am so sorry. please no my sweet girl come back to me, open your eyes once more, you do not need to forgive me my love, i will spend the rest of eternity at your feet please just come back to me. i was wrong my love, i'm so so sorry." he cradled her dead body, begging for her to awaken, praying to every and any god to bring his sweet girl back to him. he was overcome with guilt and anguish, the last memory he had with her ended with her heart shattering.

it was two months ago. you had a feeling that something was wrong with you or your babe but none of the maesters in court believed a word you had to say since the rumours.

"please aemond just listen to me for a second, i need to see the maesters in my fathers home, they will know what to do, they saved my mother once before." you begged aemond as you trailed after him with abnormal aches in your body.

"why? so you can run off to your father with that bastard and face no consequences? no you will stay him and have that bastard here and face punishment from the king himself." there was no mercy in aemond voice or gaze. he saw the way your face and body crumpled. his words cut deeper than any blade and you couldn't hide it. he felt a pang of guilt in his heart but he pushed it aside.

aemond felt the bile rising in his throat after remembering his last encounter with you. gods he would do anything to turn back time and fix things. he was so fixated on ignoring and avoiding you that all good memories of you were distant.

"i do not remember the sound her voice mother. i do not remember the sound of the voice that spent countless nights whispering sweet nothings to ail my troubled mind. i do not remember the delicate touch of the lady who dedicated herself to comforting me." aemond confessed with a heavy heart, staring and clutching on to his wife's cold body.

"please aemond do not do this to yourself-"

"do what mother? torture myself? torture myself as i tortured my wife? as if carrying a babe was not torture enough, i tortured her even further by abandoning her when she needed me the most. she had no one apart from her one handmaiden and tis no ones fault but my own. how could i doubt her? how could i be so foolish? the last time we spoke, she insisted that something was wrong with her or the babe and i ignored her. i killed her mother."

"yes, yes you did my lord." spoke up your handmaiden with your newborn daughter sleeping soundly in her arms.

"you can cut my tongue, kill me do whatever you like with me, my loyalties are not with you but the the princess whos blood is on your hands. she loved you so dearly, yet you turned on her with no hesitation after hearing baseless rumours. her father was ready to have his men pledge alliegance to the blacks after hearing your treatment towards his only daughter but she told her father that it was all lies spread by the blacks and that you still loved her. she prayed to the gods everyday that once the babe was born and you would see how that it is your trueborn child you would love her once more. but now she is longer with us and she died with a broken heart."

as ser criston drew his sword ready to cut the throat of the maid, the prince piped up,

"leave her be ser criston. she said no word of lie. no harm should come to the only lady who stood by my beloved's side when she was alone. i am in debt to her. you are free to leave my lady, i will ensure all provisions are made for you."

"as kind as your offer is my prince, i promised the princess that in case of her untimely death, i would remain beside her daughter until her eighteenth nameday and to hand you this letter." aemond looked up for the first time since he entered the cursed chambers as your handmaid passed the baby to his mother

"i have a daughter?" his voice trembled. you both always dreamed of having a daughter and whilst he wanted his youngest child to a girl, you wanted the eldest to be a girl. but that dream was now thwarted.

alicent choked back a sob as she cradled the tiny baby in her arms. "she's tiny aemond. she has your targaryen hair and eyes but she is her mother through and through."

he was lost for words. he couldn't fight it anymore as he began to sob as he cradled your body just the way his mother cradled his babe.

"read the letter out loud my lady. i treated my wife terribly there is nothing left to hide."

your handmaid was hesitant at first but read your last letter to your husband out loud.

"my dearest husband, dear husband,

you recieve this letter due to my untimely death but our child lives on. i do not know if this is news is joyous for you or one of regret but please do not take your hatred for me out on our child. i know our child will look like you as i have never laid with another but i am unsure to if you will ever believe me.

when you remarry and have other babes of your own, ensure that they all love one another and that their stepmother loves them the same. if you cannot ensure this, send our child to my parents, where they will be cherished.

please remember the love we once shared and share that love with our babe. i know that you may not want to to keep the portraits of us and of myself, but i beg of you to do so, even if its just one of myself. i would like for our child to know what their mother looked like. regardless of what happened between us, it hurts to say that i still love you as i did when i first fell in love with you. i hoped it wouldn't end like this but the gods work in mysterious ways.

your lady wife."

no one could hold back their tears. aemond knew the letter would hurt him, but knowing that she died thinking that he hated her, that he would remarry and that he may even celebrate her death killed him. he thought that the stranger visiting him would be less painful than what he was feeling at that moment.

"leave me be, i would like to say goodbye to my wife alone."

as he gazed upon her sleeping face, it set in to him that he would never wake up to her again. he would never hear her laughter again. he would never see her smile again. he pushed her hair back behind her ear as he used and pressed his forehead against hers. he could no longer fight the tears as his voice broke whilst speaking to you one last time,

"how could i ever hate you, my perfect girl? you have been nothing but good to me. you, who showed me what love is, you who made this pointless life worth living, how could i celebrate your depature. i love you my sweet girl. i love you so so much. and how could you think i would ever remarry, my darling? you captured my heart and now you've taken it to the grave with you. i cannot explain how sorry i am, gods i hope somewhere somehow you can hear me. i pray that the gods punish me for the way i hurt you. i allowed my anger, jealousy and doubt get the better of me. i was a fool to not trust you. you shouldn't be here. you shouldn't be like this in my arms, we should be in bed, choosing names for our babe who shouldn't have been born yet. who looks just like you by the way. she's the only reason why i'm still here. for her. for you. i will tell her the stories of her one of a kind mother, i pray to the gods she'll be just like you. i will have even more paintings comissioned of us, of you my angel, anything you desire. until next time, my dearest lady wife, i love you."

as aemond laid her cold body down back on the bed, tucked her in and kissed her one last time, he found a small box under her pillows. it was covered in blood from her labors but it was still wrapped like a gift nonetheless. he opened to find 3 matching necklaces. one fit for a man. one fit for a woman. and one fit for a baby girl. all with a sapphire in the middle.

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*tags w a line through didn't work!!

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd #hotd season 1 #house of the dragon #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #hotd thoughts #aemond stannies #aemond oneshot #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen angst

[muzansfangs]

Can you please do possessive/ jealous souske hc with female humans reader please?

Possessive and jealous Aizen with a female human reader.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: jealousy and slight yandere behavior, possessiveness, marking the partner, mention to sexual intercourse but nothing descriptive, mention to murder, kind of toxic relationship, slight choking.

Plot: how would a possesive and jealous Aizen act with his female human girlfriend?

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• The moment his eyes landed on you, he knew he would have never let you go. Why? Not only you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his whole life, but your human nature makes you vulnerable. What kind of man would he be if he let his little doe all alone, where other men and his enemies could harm you or simply look at you?

• Aizen is the kind of man who wants everyone to know who you belong to. He does not think that resting his hand on the small of your back as two walk together is a sign of weakness. A powerful man, a god, always has a sweet, lovely girl by his side anyway. He therefore tends to show you off and makes it loud and clear that you are his property. If his arm is not settled on the small of you back, he grasps your hand and gently brushes his thumb on the back of yours.

• If he needs to call a reunion with his underlings, you are obviously going to attend it too. Do not expect to have a chair and sit on it comfortably. His lap is your chair and his hands will constantly hold your hips as you sit on him.

• If he catches a human man, a shinigami or a mere arrancar staring at you for way too long, approximately five seconds, there is a high possibility you are never going to see them ever again. Forever. Maybe in a cemetery.

• “I trust you blindly, my dear. You see, it’s them I don’t trust” he whispers, sipping on his tea on a lazy sunday morning, as you start to question him about what is wrong. You can see his jealousy and the urge to touch you, to hold you close and own you are dripping from his words.

• Intimacy is hellfire with him. He is an attentive lover and would never hurt you, unless you want him to. Yet, bitemarks and hickeys are now a permanent tattoo on your cleavage and neck. He loves to stare at them in the aftermath and watching people react to them as you walk around is absolutely delightful. The shit-eating grin on his face seems to scream “Yes, I did them”.

• He is not very fond in visiting the world of the livings and he would rather have you in Las Noches all the time. However, he knows you have a life. Working and studying to fulfill your duties and persue a career are valuable things to him too and he does not mind you spending your time in those activies. But he is your shadow. A colleague talks to you way too much? Oh, dear, he won’t even bother calling Gin to take care of him. He personally cuts him into smithereens, pieces too small to be put back together. A man buys you a coffee? Ah, some venom is going to be poured into his one.

• He does not forbid you to talk to people, but he loathes it when you talk to Kisuke Urahara. Do not even glance in his direction.

• He loves you genuinely, there is not denying it, but once he might have scared you a little bit. He was in the world of the livings with you, when he heard the local theatre would have hosted a company of shakespearean actors. The tragedy of “Othello” would have been presented and he bought two tickets for you.

• Throughout the time, he had his eyes on you. You were already pretty shocked as the play unraveled under your wary eyes, until his fingers glided over your throat and wrapped around it in a firm grip. It was tight but not enough to hurt you. Your breath hitched in your throat, his breath fanning your earlobe as your eyes were transfixed on the tragic scene before you. Othello had strangled his loyal wife, Desdemona, out of jealousy.

• “I do believe you got the message, darling. You are mine. The last thing I want is having to strangle you in our bed out of a rumor about your loyalty” he darkly whispered, making you gulp down nervously.

• Regarding the way you sleep, he usually wraps his arm around your waist and buries his face onto the crook of your neck. This way you cannot escape his grip. You are his, how many times does he have to remind you of that?

• Going to the beach is kind of a problem. He does not forbid you to wear bikinis, but he definitely glares at every male around you through his sunglasses. Man on a mission: the real shark is on the beach, not in the ocean.

Tags: @stygianoir

Author note.

Hello there! Woah, I took care of a request and I am kind of proud of this piece. I will probably take care of Urahara’s NSFW ALPHABET next. If you want to be tagged, comment below.

Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated❤️

#aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #aizen smut #aizen x y/n #bleach x reader #bleach aizen #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen sosuke smut #aizen x you

[bethanydelleman]

Shakespearean Men believing their wife/betrothed is cheating on them by evidence offered, ranked from most sympathetic to least:

1. Othello, Othello: subject to a premeditated slander campaign, handkerchief used as evidence, takes a while for him to believe it. Understandable, if horrible, and very tragic.

2. Posthumus, Cymbeline: proof in the form of a love token and the description of his wife's body. Also kind of understandable because they were subject to a seperation of unknown length. Murder was a little extreme though...

3. Claudio, Much Ado About Nothing: tricked by a man who literally just tricked him, sees two figures in the dark and a woman calling herself "Hero", immediately willing to believe it. Somewhat understandable, I guess, maybe.

4. Leontes, The Winter's Tale: VIBES. Pure vibes, man.

At some point between 3 and 4, did Shakespeare just lose his faith in humanity?

#these are the ones I've read #they may be more i haven't read/watched all the plays yet #Shakespeare #the winter's tale #Cymbeline #much ado about nothing #othello #the Winter's Tale was one of his last plays #summer reading interlude #cheating plots #none of these women did actually cheat by the way

[sbrown82]

THE FULL HISTORY OF THE MICK JAGGER & MARSHA HUNT (A.K.A.”BROWN SUGAR”) RELATIONSHIP! (PART 2)

In Part 1 of the thread, it explained how the Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger and singer/actress Marsha Hunt met, the ins-and-outs of their year-long courtship, and how Mick was basically the one who followed her and asked her to have his baby. But their relationship eventually turned sour once Marsha gave birth to his first child, Karis, born in November 1970. In this second part, you’ll understand the fallout between them that lasted well over a decade.

After Marsha’s altercation with Mick (when he claimed he never loved her and threatened to take her nearly two week-old baby away) things started to get put into perspective for her. And though she relished in being a mother to her sweet, yet lively baby, who she mostly spoke to in Black vernacular/AAVE and nicknamed “Pookie”, the new role really whipped her into shape.

Marsha claimed, “I was able then to support myself and my daughter,” but she explained to Mick, who she was still in touch with, “I don’t need your help now, but if I ever do, I expect to be able to come to you.”

Although he made some early efforts at involvement with the baby (who, according to one associate, “looked remarkably like Mick”), he ultimately turned all his attention to his new girlfriend, Bianca Pérez-Mora Macías.

While Marsha was very attentive to her child and thrived off being there for her every need, Mick was gearing up for another tour and was still occasionally seeing other women, including his then personal chef, Janice Kenner, and occasional girlfriend, soul singer and Ikette, Claudia Lennear, while courting his girlfriend, Bianca.

Pretty much all references to Marsha and the baby were quickly airbrushed out of his life. Another one of his ‘hoes,’ Californian model and former flame of Eric Clapton, Catherine James, also claimed: “When I moved into Mick’s house, I knew about Marsha, but his relationship with her was already over. It didn’t seem a big deal to him. He just mentioned that she was a girl he had met who had got pregnant. He said he wasn’t in love with her, but she was very talented.” She also stated, “I felt he was not encumbered by anything, not by Marsha or the baby. He was young, and I didn’t get the impression he was thinking seriously about becoming a father and being part of this child’s life.”

[BELOW: Marsha photographed with her newborn baby, Karis, in 1971.]

Though she couldn’t go on the road yet, Marsha went right back to work after Karis was born. She lived frugally, hoping to get more work in the coming months to ease her escalating money troubles. She quickly realized just how expensive it was to have a newborn, so in order to pay her rent, a nanny, and for diapers and formula, she took the first job that came her way. After a sudden fire and ceiling collapse shut down the run of “Hair”, she took a role in another musical called “Catch My Soul,” a rock version of Othello. Originally singer Marianne Faithfull was to play a character in the show called “Desdemona” which was the same name of the Marc Bolan song Marsha had released in 1969, and ironically, the name of the character Marsha played was “Bianca.”

At this time, Marsha also had to be more cautious with journalists. They always wanted to turn her profiles into a risque discourse on “love without marriage” and brand her baby a “love child”. She refused to mention Mick in her interviews and avoided all questions about her baby's father.

Meanwhile, Mick and the rest of the Stones moved to France in April 1971 because the income tax in England was so high at the time (it was a 93% supertax imposed by the government on the country's top earners). In fact, they all owed about £100,000 each, so to pay it back, they had to leave. Marsha had known since 1969 that they had financial problems and tax exile was planned.

Before Mick left, he asked Marsha to have her nanny bring their baby, whom he hadn't seen since their argument in November 1970. She always made it clear through their mutual contacts that he could see his child whenever he wished or have her visit him with her nanny.

[BELOW: Mick arriving in Paris, France with the Rolling Stones in 1971.]

Bianca became pregnant a little over a month after Karis was born, and Marsha hoped (naively) that his second baby would remind him of his first.

Several weeks after Karis visited him, Mick and Bianca, who was already 4 months pregnant at the time, got married in a shotgun wedding that took place on May 12, 1971 in St. Tropez, France.

The wedding was a complete circus (from beginning to end). None of the Rolling Stones members attended, except for Keith Richards, Mick even invited his ex-girlfriend and the first woman he ever impregnated, soul singer P.P. Arnold (a detail Bianca wasn’t privy to). Right before the wedding, Bianca also discovered that according to French law, she and Mick had to make clear “what property they held in common.” It was only then that she learned how little this was and threatened to call it off, but eventually relented.

The entire event was a skin-crawling spectacle with Mick and Bianca sweating and pushing their way through crowds of pressmen, photographers, people on holiday, and rubberneckers.

Marsha’s nanny was watching the news report of his wedding and started to cry. Marsha thought, “Girl, save those tears for something more important!”...but of course, she kept quiet!

NONE of the Rolling Stones (or their wives/girlfriends), the brand’s close camp, and the many people who worked for Mick actually liked Bianca and often described her as cold, aloof, pompous, and extremely difficult to get along with. No one really knew anything about her: what she did for a living, her actual age, or even why she refused to speak Spanish even though she was Nicaraguan. She also despised the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle (so, why’d you marry the motherfucker then? 🤔), which put A LOT of people off. She was a bit of a snob and even referred to the guys in the band as “The Nazi Party”!

[BELOW: Mick & Bianca during their bizarre wedding reception in 1971.]

Anyway, back to Marsha! When “Catch My Soul” ended its run, Marsha embarrassingly took a job appearing in a German soft-drink commercial, which she never considered doing a commercial before, but she needed to make extra cash to pay her bills.

Marsha even had to let go of her nanny and her cleaner who came by a few days a week to help her. She lived from day-to-day and tried not to think of the future.

[LEFT: Marsha in the rock musical “Catch My Soul”; RIGHT: Marsha photographed for a Afri-Cola soft drink commercial.]

Months later, Mick out of the blue, invited Marsha and Karis to see him at his new house, which was a huge palatial mansion with many spare rooms in the south of France. But at the very last minute, she was told by his longtime driver, Alan Dunn, that she wouldn't actually be staying at his house, but instead with Stones guitarist Mick Taylor and his fiancé because she wasn’t “allowed” there and because Bianca “didn’t want some woman her husband used to sleep with in her house.” (What a fucking BITCH!!!) A biographer once claimed that Bianca, who was “Catholic,” had always felt disadvantaged by Marsha because she had Mick first and mothered his eldest child, so this was one of many examples of her taking the “upper hand.”

Marsha also discovered firsthand that her friend, Mick Taylor, had fallen into a serious drug addiction after joining the Rolling Stones which she felt guilty about since she was the one who suggested him as the replacement guitarist for the band 2 years earlier. 

When Marsha finally arrived at Mick Jagger’s house, she saw him and a very pregnant Bianca who almost looked like she was Black at first glance. The both of them showed her no hospitality and had no manners. In fact they were EXTREMELY rude at the dinner table: cuddling, nuzzling, murmuring, and only talking to each other in French while completely ignoring Marsha and Karis as though they didn’t exist and were there to see someone else. It felt like he was deliberately trying to humiliate her. Now, whether or not he staged the whole charade to spite and embarrass Marsha and show off his new pregnant wife, or to prove to the jealous Bianca that he was indifferent to Marsha, it was nonetheless, a shocking, disgusting, and unnecessary display.

Before Marsha left she begged him to “loan” her £200 to get by, to which he grudgingly wrote out a check. (Like, why does she even have to ask you for these things?! 🤔) He couldn’t even look her in the eye during her entire visit as Marsha claimed, “I guess he couldn’t.”

[BELOW: Mick with Marsha holding 8-month old Karis in her arms during a trip to visit him at his sunwashed villa in France in 1971.]

Later on, Marsha was still having a really hard time getting work, and her expenses were really racking up. She lost a part in a film with Sidney Poitier because she couldn’t afford a baby-sitter and had to bring Karis along to her audition.

She also regularly saw Mick in newspapers living the high life and wondered if he’d lost his integrity or would lose her mind thinking if he had any in the first place. When she was unsure, she’d re-read his old letters and they reassured her that he was capable of humanity and that their friendship wasn't a figment of her imagination.

When baby Karis spent her first birthday on the set of “Dracula AD 1972,” Marsha had the studio chef bake a big pink-and-white cake for her and Mick even had a handsome rocking horse delivered to her.

For a while, she and Mick were still somewhat ‘friends’...but the whole situation was still awkward.

[BELOW: Marsha on the set of “Dracula A.D. 1972” with her good friend, actress Stephanie Beacham & director Alan Gibson celebrating her daughter Karis’ 1st birthday in November 1971.]

Even after the birth of Mick’s second daughter, Jade Sheena Jezebel Jagger, in October 1971 (they named her Jade because Mick claimed “she is very precious”…”and quite, quite perfect!” 🙄), Marsha naively thought it would get some sense knocked into him. He actually once invited her to bring Karis to be photographed with Jade at his other house at Cheyne Walk, but he only seemed to take interest in Jade.

Strangely, Mick doted on Jade as much as he ignored Karis. The fool even bragged, “I’m a terrific dad. Jade is a fantastic kid, a lovely baby, very sweet and good tempered…I’ve always been a good father, and the kid makes it easy to be that way.”

Jade’s nanny at the time, Sally Arnold, even said that Mick enjoyed fatherhood and was eager to take lessons in baby care claiming, “He’d come in and watch me bathing her and changing her nappies (diapers) and he’d ask me to show him how to do it and he'd do it. He was a real hands-on father.”

Bianca on the other hand, was not the maternal type and would act quite awkwardly toward Jade, at times lifting her like a bowling ball and even once dropped her down the stairs. She also often complained of the “tremendous strain” of being a mom: “Nobody knows what a strain it is to keep a house, look after Jade, and be dressed properly all the time.”

According to friends, it seemed Bianca spent less time with Jade than Mick did and often left her with a nanny because she liked to socialize at parties and events, or go to the hottest discotheque in town.

Jade Jagger even once said in an interview many years later that her mother refused to breastfeed her and because of her parents’ high-profile, globe-trotting careers, they both treated her more like a “mascot” that they had to fit into their lifestyles, rather than a daughter.

[BELOW: Mick & Bianca photographed at home holding newborn Jade with their nanny, Sally Arnold, in late 1971.]

In 1972, Marsha eventually put a new band together called 22, but was put on a small retainer with her new label, and as the leader, most of her money went to her band, equipment, management, travel, and hotel accommodations for Karis and a traveling nanny. Going back on the road meant she had to ask Mick to chip in on the £600 needed for a nanny to go on tour with her and the baby. Mick was also getting ready to go on an American tour with the Stones to support their latest album, Exile on Main St., that was expected to gross over $4 million.

[BELOW: Mick Jagger during the Rolling Stones’ 1972 north American tour which grossed over a then-record of $4 million.]

As always, Mick NEVER offered her money, and she only called him as a last resort because the idea of asking him for anything made her sick. It was also very expensive for her to even track him down by phone wherever he was around the world.

Later on, while at a cafe during her tour in Germany with her band, 19-month old Karis accidentally scolded herself with extremely hot tea and had to be rushed to the hospital, but it took her hours to find an emergency doctor who would accept her because she was Black and who spoke English to treat the burns. When Mick finally phoned and asked if he could help, she asked if he could split the hospital bill with her which was £75. He promised to send it but it never arrived. Karis was finally admitted to an army base hospital and had to stay for 10 days, to which Marsha missed a few gigs. This resulted in her having to skip out on paying the bill. She felt absolutely horrible because they had been so nice to her. It seemed ungrateful. Yet, she didn’t hear from Mick again until after his tour ended.

When she finally met up with Mick, she asked why he hadn’t forked up the cash to help their daughter, he “playfully” said that she “probably would have bought shoes with the money.”

BRUUUH...Marsha was like:

This incensed her, because first of all…HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! Like, you can’t be serious. Second of all, she thought, “When’d you ever know me to be frivolous with money”?

…MARSHA HAD ENOUGH!! 😡😡😡

She was fed up with Mick’s bullshit and trying to chase him down for an occasional handout. So, she FINALLY consulted with her band’s lawyer and asked him how she could go about setting up an emergency fund for her daughter, but he explained that the only legal right the child had to contributions to her welfare was through a paternity suit, since Karis wasn’t conceived through marriage (as English law was very unkind to single mothers).

Marsha explained that Mick acknowledged that he was Karis' father. The issue was parental neglect. Her lawyer reconfirmed that there was no other legal alternative to her predicament but a paternity suit. She wanted to vomit. She asked him to follow the necessary procedure and to go about it in a way that would keep it confidential and out of the newspapers. Marsha also knew that a paternity suit had negative connotations and it didn’t really approach the problem. She just wanted her kid to have what she needed.

To serve a writ did not mean that it had to be filed in court, if Mick was prepared to act reasonably. But to postpone service, meant that they would have to wait for Mick to come to England again. There was no way of knowing when that would be as he was based abroad. After 2 years, she had to stop lying to herself and pretending that he would do the right thing. 

Later on, Marsha met Mick on the long steps of the Albert Memorial, near the same spot she told him she was pregnant years earlier. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she believed that in spite of his horrible behavior, somewhere there was still a friend.

They walked arm-in-arm through the park (really to calm him). The issue of the baby and his responsibility to her was serious. She needed things and his pretense that he didn't have to help had to be confronted.

If his jet-set life made the situation seem remote, it was understandable. So, Marsha suggested that he put aside a trust fund for the Karis’ future education and any emergencies. It could be administered by trustees and she could avoid asking him personally for help when it was needed. A £25,000 trust fund seemed adequate and he'd be free of any further financial responsibility. 

After their walk, they sat in a nearby pub and Mick said he would put £20,000 in a trust for his daughter. She was relieved that they were able to find a solution without a lawsuit or unnecessary animosity.

As they parted, she assured him that he was more than welcome to see his child whenever he wanted. But by the time their solicitors spoke later that evening, Mick (like the cheap bastard he is) had reduced the trust investment once again to £17,000.

When Karis turned 2 years old, Marsha invited her half-sister Jade, who she thought was precious, to her birthday party. The fact that Mick and Bianca let her come with her nanny suggested that things were alright between them.

During this time, a very simple and straightforward trust agreement was drawn up by her solicitor. But after many months of letters and asking for signatures and funds, it still hadn’t been signed and no money was available. It NEVER happened!

[BELOW: Marsha traveling and at home with her daughter Karis in 1972.]

Marsha could only think Mick and his solicitor wanted the lawsuit, which she finally had to proceed with. On July 16, 1973, the affiliation order was filed. The hearing was set, but when it hit the newspapers it stank. Unlike their secret affair, the case was very public and unpleasant. People were shocked that Mick Jagger had possibly had a child with a Black woman.

Keep in mind, up until that time no one outside of their close circle really knew about Mick and Marsha’s relationship, so the story was reported as though Marsha had suddenly appeared with a 2 year old child out of nowhere to accuse Mick, who was a huge rockstar, of paternity.

Mick was reportedly furious that Marsha went public with the allegations and was quoted saying, “I’m not upset for myself. It’s just that my mother didn’t know, and she gets upset about this sort of publicity. Why did Marsha have to be so bloody silly? It wasn’t as though I was going to leave her and Karis to starve!” 

In the whirlwind of publicity that followed, Mick denied paternity and, in an effort to stall legal proceedings, insisted on a blood test—thus implying that Marsha was promiscuous. Marsha, meanwhile, was portrayed as a home-wrecking gold-digger. Mick, stung by what he viewed as Marsha’s “betrayal,” sarcastically suggested that she had gone public merely to hype her own flagging career.

Marsha thought it was interesting that in contrast to “groupies” whose connections to rockstars gave them an elevated status, her relationship with Mick made her a pariah.

Paparazzi and photographers staked out in front of her home, so she had to hide out at a house her band stayed at until the headlines died.

Afterwards, Marsha wanted to be less visible and more incorporated in her band’s image, so she decided to cut off all of her famous hair. British Vogue even wanted her to cover the event. The magazine’s photoshoot also included her daughter Karis, who the public had never seen before.

[LEFT: Marsha with newly cropped hair; RIGHT: Marsha & Karis photographed for Vogue UK; BOTTOM: Marsha promoting her band, 22.]

There was no doubt that the suit affected how people perceived her. And  when the media asked Mick to make another statement, he snidely asked if Marsha hadn’t had a new record released. He wanted to imply that that paternity suit was a publicity ploy, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Mick’s wife Bianca was also asked about the suit and was quoted saying that she “didn’t give a damn.” Marsha of course said NOTHING!

In 1973, Marsha got a job as a host of a new late-night radio talk program for Capital Radio in London where she interviewed some big names; everyone from Barry White, Dionne Warwick, Bill Withers, Sarah Vaughan, and Stevie Wonder (who she chatted with for 3 ½ hours). The show was a success and expanded her public profile, and among the chaos of her personal life, she developed a reputation as a smart woman who conducted compelling interviews with guests.

For Marsha, hosting a radio show was extremely hard work. She had to do extensive research, stay abreast on current issues, learn about projects interviewees were releasing  - all with no formal training or experience. She was also running on about 3 hours of sleep everyday, yet still found time to spend with her daughter who liked going to Regents Park in London to feed the geese.

[BELOW: Marsha during her stint as a chat show host for Capital Radio, 1973.]

Marianne Faithfull was also one of the guests she interviewed during her Sunday-night program, while she was appearing in a play called “The Collector” in the West End. Marsha thought she'd had an interesting career, which at that time encompassed music, theater, and film. And when she went to her theater dressing room, her new boyfriend, Oliver Musker, wanted to go to the cinema while they taped the interview. He didn't have any money, so Marsha lent him some. The interview was successful. Neither of them mentioned Mick before, during, or after their chat, but he did have the audacity to write to Marsha and say that he liked it the interview.

[BELOW: Marsha with her daughter Karis in 1973.]

In addition to her talk show, Marsha also had to DJ a Black music spot on Saturday nights, which included R&B, soul, as well as reggae. One strange interview was with Bob Marley, who wasn’t a household name yet. She couldn’t understand a word he was saying because of his heavy Jamaican accent and he pretty much sexually assaulted her while on the job as he kept feeling on her legs, even when she kindly asked him to stop and he wouldn’t. 🤢 He even left his little green, weed-smelling Rasta cap for her when he departed.

But, during yet another interview with the writer and novelist Gore Vidal, Marsha found out that Bianca, Mick’s wife, was going around talking shit about her to him and other random people. This was after the paternity suit.

[LEFT: Marianne Faithfull with her boyfriend, Oliver Musker; MIDDLE: Reggae singer Bob Marley in London 1973; RIGHT: Writer Gore Vidal in 1973.]

Marsha was still working at Capital when the lawsuit came up for a second time. Mick was not at the 6 November 1973 hearing, when the case drew sensational headlines.

In spite of her work, Marsha lived a very normal life and even the mundanities of it were affected by this kind of press. People all around would be cold toward her and give her nasty looks. Even mothers at Karis’ nursery school who had been friendly before avoided her because Mick was everybody’s hero. I mean, he was the frontman of the Rolling Stones for Christ sake! So in turn, her phone stopped ringing, which didn’t surprise her at all. 

Though, by Mick denying paternity, he again insinuated that Marsha was sleeping with other men when Karis was conceived (which of course she wasn’t). Therefore, it was Marsha who stood accused, and Karis was the one being punished, because whatever the father's means, a child born to unmarried parents only had a right to only £5 a week in maintenance from him.

Her solicitor advised her to accept the out-of-court settlement. The best offer that Mick would make was £500 pounds a year (£9 pounds a week) and a £10,000 trust fund that Karis would get after she finished school. BUT…this was offered by Mick and his lawyers ONLY if Marsha agreed to sign an actual fucking affidavit stating that Mick wasn’t the father. (THE AUDACITYYYYY!!!)

Extremely desperate, Marsha caved in to his demands and agreed to sign. And even though court proceedings started in 1972, Marsha didn’t see a damn dime until 1975.

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha in the mid-1970s.]

Instead of feeling angry and becoming hard-shelled, Marsha was completely humiliated. She felt like there was no justice in the world. After Mick’s paternity denial, Marsha didn’t allow any photographs of her daughter to be taken and shunned away from the press completely.

When her contract with Capital came up for renewal, she decided to step out of local radio. She was pretty much a token there during that new era of radio because she was Black and a woman, and she also found she didn’t like delving into people's personal lives and corralling them into self exposure. It felt hypocritical of her.

After that, Marsha’s agent booked her some singing gigs in Portugal and other parts of Europe. Then in 1976, she went back to performing in theater in England. 

To make ends meet and to assure that her daughter had everything she needed, Marsha stayed in a tiny rundown unit catered to up-and-coming actors that had no central heating, no phone and was unbearably cold, especially in the winters. She called her daughter Karis every single day and during her time off, she rushed home by train to see her.

In 1977, after cutting a new disco record with a German label, Marsha moved back to Los Angeles to find a distribution deal and swapped her London flat with a journalist who was living in Hollywood at the time (as she saw no end to the problems that had been created in England through the paternity suit). Marsha claimed she went from being “the girl from Hair” to “the girl who sued Mick Jagger”.

It was difficult for her to sustain a recording career due to her lack of desired Black female vocal style. No one really understood her music because like how dare a Black woman get up on a stage and not sound like Aretha Franklin?! She later quit the music business, having promised herself that this would be her last go, stating, “Music was only acceptable as a career if it could provide us with an income.” She redirected her creative energies to acting and writing and tried to find more work, but the market was quite different for her in America as the industry only saw her as one-dimensional (i.e. “Black and female”) - a reason she mostly stuck to theater. It was still the Blaxploitation era in film, and most roles for Black auditioning actresses were far, few, and somewhat degrading. I mean, how many fucking times can you play a stereotypical part like a slave, a hooker, a nurse, or a gun-slinging, jive-talking stone fox before it chips away at your integrity and diminishes your artistry?!

That summer, Marsha was informed by Karis' school teacher that her daughter's test scores were through the roof and that she was far more advanced than other children in her class and age group. So, they suggested that she should be put in a school for the gifted. 

Karis needed special attention, which her old school or nannies couldn’t provide, so Marsha had her enrolled at an expensive special school that was 12 miles away from where they stayed (she would often see Tina Turner walking  her dogs along the way) so she wouldn’t be deprived.

While in L.A., Marsha also stayed with an old friend, musician John Mayall, who adored her daughter and was kind enough to give her room and board while she readjusted to being back in the U.S.

Around this time, Bianca was known as a socialite, (even though she once told journalist Geraldo Rivera that she was an “actress” - shit, I ain’t never seen her in anything!) and was always seen at the latest movie premiere or nightclubs like Studio 54 in NYC petting doves and shit, and would constantly spend Mick’s money on diamonds, furs, and trips. She never showed concern for her step-daughter Karis and NEVER once asked about her or her welfare. 

[LEFT & RIGHT: Bianca with Mick living the high life in the mid-1970s.]

On the other hand, Mick was known to cheat on Bianca who was a stink, stuck up bitch and engaged in many affairs with various women, including famous names like rock & roll groupie Bebe Buell, singer Carly Simon, singer Ava Cherry, supermodel Pat Cleveland, and the daughter of actor/comedian Tommy Chong, Rae Dawn Chong who, unbeknownst to Mick, was actually 15 years old at the time.

Mick was even under the impression that he was the father of Bebe Buell's daughter Liv (born on July 1, 1977). He had the audacity to call her the next day saying, “I’m coming over to see my child.” Within hours, Mick and Rolling Stones guitarist, Ron Wood, literally were one of the first to show up in the maternity ward to visit. (Dude, don’t you already have a real daughter to worry about? 🤔 The NEVRE!!!) Eventually Bebe informed him Liv's father was Aerosmith's Steven Tyler.

[LEFT to RIGHT: Notorious rock & roll “groupie” Bebe Buell, backing singer & girlfriend of David Bowie, Ava Cherry, supermodels Pat Cleveland & Jerry Hall, and actress Rae Dawn Chong.]

Marsha still occasionally kept in touch with Mick through her agent/mutual friend who set up their contact. 

After Mick separated from Bianca, he started living with his new girlfriend who he previously had an affair with, Texan model Jerry Hall.

Jerry was actually a very delightful and cheerful woman. Unlike Bianca who was serious most of the time, Jerry was always smiling and was very southern and fun to be around. She was also the one who prompted Mick to spend more time with his daughter, Karis.

That’s why in 1978, even though she was informed by a mutual friend that Mick was still heavily using hard drugs, Marsha still agreed to arrange for them to spend a day together while he was in L.A. At that time, he hadn’t seen his daughter Karis in FIVE YEARS. 

[BELOW: Jerry Hall, 7-year old Karis & Mick in Los Angeles, 1978.]

Weirdly enough, in that same year, Mick also wrote the title song for the Rolling Stones album called Some Girls, which many believe alludes to Marsha with the lyrics: 

Black girls just wanna get fucked all night  I just don't have that much jam

AND…

Some girls so corrupt Some girls give me children I only made love to her once

[BELOW: The Rolling Stones song, “Some Girls” released in 1978.]

The song’s lyrics were deemed so degrading that many Black radio stations refused to play it, along with any other single from the album, due to its sexist and racist nature. Jesse Jackson, who was running for president at the time, even called for a boycott!

It’s funny, but Marsha always gave Karis a good impression of her father and wanted her to be proud of him even though he disrespected her constantly. When Karis got to the age when she became curious about who her father was (she even once asked if he was dead) Marsha told her the truth. If a Rolling Stones song played on the radio, Marsha would say, “That’s your daddy you know!” Mick had made great contributions to rock ‘n’ roll music and she always explained that his absence had something to do with his feelings for her and not Karis.

After Mick and Marsha got in touch during his visit to L.A., he realized that she was in over her head sending Karis to a school for gifted children, but as always didn’t offer to help. 

Financially, Marsha was committed way beyond her means, and after house-sitting for another friend, she had to face her situation. Two promising deals she was looking forward to fell through, and even though the disco record that she cut for the German label was popular on the gay discotheque scene, her earnings didn’t cover enough for her to survive. So, she conceded that she was down to collecting social security.

She found asking for a handout, when all she wanted was a job, was absolutely demoralizing and she felt indignant at what her life had become. She was no longer a singer or an actress, she was Black-female-unemployed, another file number, another statistic.

She filled out endless forms before she came to a snag. She then realized she couldn't get any government assistance or food stamps without supplying the name of her child's father so that someone could contact him about support payments. Now, imagine a West L.A. social security employee trying to get Mick Jagger on the phone. The government had to try with a mother's cooperation to get a father to provide maintenance through a paternity suit if necessary. This wasn't an irrational requirement. But she knew that there was no other way that she could put Mick's name on a social security aid form without fanfare.

This time around, a second case would affect their daughter Karis, who was older and couldn’t be shielded. She wanted her to fully understand what was going on and what might happen, especially at school, if she took Mick to court again. So, she talked it over with her and let Karis decide.

Marsha also had to consider how another lawsuit would affect her family, including her brother who was a respected music journalist at the Los Angeles Times newspaper, and how they might be dragged across the mud along with her (especially since she’s a woman). No matter how much she wanted to avoid another paternity suit, it was her duty as a mother to acquire whatever security she could for her daughter so that if something happened to her, if she dropped dead, Karis would be provided for.

There was no question of her destitution (she was still only receiving £9 pounds a week from Mick), but before the caseworker approved her application, she sent Marsha to the local DA’s office for help in trying to get more child support from Mick. In the preliminary paternity suit hearings that were scheduled, Marsha sought $2,190 per month in child support payments.

Marsha claimed, “It’s not like a normal child with an absent father…Mick’s there every time you turn on the radio or see a magazine cover. If Karis has got to suffer that, I don’t think she should also have to suffer being suddenly poverty-stricken,” She also said. “It’s been difficult to keep her from becoming bitter when he seems to give his energy and money to other women but not to his daughter. We’re talking about a minute amount of money to someone who earns a lot.”

After talking with the welfare worker and the DA, she got legal advice from two lawyers before she approached a third. She went to celebrity lawyer, Marvin Mitchelson, the paladin of paramours, who promptly sued Mick to establish his paternity, to get Karis child support, and to restrain his promoters from paying him his share of gate proceeds from two July shows he had in Anaheim with the Rolling Stones.

The case carried on for months and she was advised to settle out of court once again. She told her lawyer that she couldn’t accept another settlement because Mick’s contributions towards their child’s well-being wasn’t the only issue any longer. She wanted his paternity legally confirmed however long it took. Karis had a right to know that Mick was indeed her father.

I mean, Mick was pasted on people’s walls, sang out from the radio, and peered at her from magazine covers. People would talk about him while Karis sat in the room as if he had nothing to do with her.  It was crazy!

When Marsha discovered that her lawyer had also taken on Bianca Jagger’s divorce, she wondered if he planned to drop her case, but he said he was able to represent them both. She felt uncomfortable about it but wasn’t in a position to quibble.

A few times Marsha was asked to sell her story to newspapers and magazines for quite a lot of money, but she wasn’t tempted at all. She just wanted Karis to think well of her father and wanted to feel that the settlement served him as much as it served her. She even wrote to him to let him know that what happened was past and he was still welcome to see Karis. She wanted to put the issue behind her so that she could carry on with her life.

After the case went to the Superior Court judge, the judge was like: 

Mick eventually caved in, but not before bitterly attacking Marsha and making crude comments to the press that once again called Marsha’s integrity into question. When asked about her in 1978, he told a reporter for SOUL magazine, “She’s a hustler,” and that she was, “just out for publicity. Every time she comes to a low point and she can’t be bothered to get any work, she drags me around. She never even gives me a call to say ‘Please Mick, I want some money.’ I have no idea if that child is mine or not.”

In another interview, he stated, “She’s an idiot; she won't take any fuckin’ work…She’s a lazy bitch.” And, when asked how many children he had during the interview, Mick shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Not many.”

Marsha didn’t say anything. How could she say anything?! Mick Jagger is RICH, WHITE, and FAMOUS. Who was going to come to her defense?!

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha on the cover of SOUL magazine in October 1978.]

Little did “Mick Cannon” know that after driving their daughter to school every morning, Marsha would scurry off to do various housekeeping jobs to keep financially afloat. Luckily, she had a lot of famous friends and acquaintances in the business and would often clean their homes from top to bottom. Marsha said the work had dignity, and it kept her from borrowing money from other people. 

She sort of felt like she was doing him a favor. That while he was behaving badly, she was doing two things for him: taking immaculate care of the daughter that they planned and had TOGETHER and leaving the door open, so that when he was ready to come back, he could. 

Marsha also thought he was kind of a fool, and once claimed that “When he gets older, and the fame dies, and he looks around at his life and all he has is his children....he’ll regret this.”

[BELOW: Mick & Marsha in numerous headlines on their second paternity suit published in the press in 1978.]

At the end of January 1979, paternity was cleared with a blood test and maintenance was ordered which was stated, may not be disclosed. It was enough to keep Karis in school at the time.    

There was no lump sum and it wasn’t retroactive, as most people imagined. Every cent went to Karis. But Marsha knew that if she didn’t get work soon, she’d be in financial trouble again.

In spite of the lawsuit Marsha was also able to keep Karis’ picture out of the newspaper and protect her right to a normal childhood.

Later that year, Marsha started dating actor Robert De Niro who accosted her at a hotel when she was picking up a friend, and was estranged from his wife. She didn’t know who he was at first, but she remembered his face from a film called the “Godfather II.”

While her friends from Fleetwood Mac went on tour, their producer asked Marsha and Karis to pet sit his baby boa constrictor who she ended up keeping. Around this same time, a British newspaper called the Daily Mail ran a third-page article about Marsha which read as if she had been interviewed. It headlined an accusation about Mick as a quote from her even though she never spoke to them and it was a total fabrication. She went to a solicitor to force a retraction, but it cost a lot of time and money to sue a newspaper for libel.  She got absolutely nowhere.

Additionally, in 1979, Bianca Jagger did an interview for The Telegraph saying that “Mick is avoiding taxes in every country in the world and he has 13 lawyers helping him to do it. Why should I be denied my freedom and a decent allowance for the sake of his tax situation? Then I read in the papers that Marsha Hunt had been awarded the same sum from Mick in her paternity suit (that’s a damn LIE) that I, his legal wife 🙄, am given to bring up our daughter and run the house. I felt fed up, furious. It was at that point that Mitchelson called me from Los Angeles and offered to help me. He likes women. He has a sense of justice. He made me see that if Mick wants a fight, I must use the same weapons.”

FYI, Bianca ended up receiving over £1 million in her divorce settlement with Mick, while Marsha got around $6,000 a year. 

[BELOW: Bianca Jagger and her mean face on the cover of The Telegraph Sunday Magazine in 1979.]

Marsha hotfooted all around the world, from LA to Australia and back to London and the U.S again, continuing to write songs and gigging with a band she put together called Martha and the Vendettas (which was a play on her favorite group Martha and the Vandellas), even though they made little to no money at all.

Taking care of Karis was her #1 priority, as she was a very bright and congenial child. She had loads of friends, loved playing outside and scraping her knees, ate sloppy Joes, went to summer camp, and lived an extremely normal life growing up for the most part in America. Most people wouldn’t even know that she was the firstborn child of the biggest rockstar in the world.

[BELOW: Some EXTREMELY rare photos of Mick and Marsha’s daughter, Karis, throughout the mid 1970s into the early 1980s.]

In 1982, Marsha started work on a film called, “Britannia Hospital,” which was a British black comedy starring Malcolm McDowell (a.k.a Alex DeLarge from “A Clockwork Orange”). This is when she also met singer Sting, lead singer of the English rock band, The Police, who was working on a film. They became really close friends and she even stayed at his home for a while. Marsha was also the person who arranged backup singers for him when he went on tour with The Police a year later.

“Britannia Hospital” was well received, so much so that it was entered into the 1982 Cannes Film Festival, in which Marsha was invited. It was there she realized that mostly all people wanted to know about her was her relationship with Mick. 

She didn’t want to talk about him at all. It felt like she was losing herself and it scared her. After years of working so hard, all the failures and all that happened with Mick, Marsha started to gain a lot of weight and eventually had a mental breakdown and had to seek professional help.

[BELOW: Marsha at the 1982 Cannes Film Festival and being interviewed about Mick.]

Mick had just gotten off the European leg of his “Tattoo You” tour with The Rolling Stones and was kinda beefin’ with the rest of the guys in the band. It would be 7 years until they toured again. So he had “extra” time on his hands at that point.  

[BELOW: Mick performing during The Rolling Stones’ “Tattoo You” world tour.]

On Karis’ 12th birthday, Sting threw a little party for her and she got loads of presents from Marsha’s friends from The Police and The Who. And when she got home Mick surprised her with 3 large boxes wrapped in gleaming china-red paper that were waiting for her. It looked like Santa had made a November drop. He also phoned her from NYC to tell her “Happy Birthday” too. Marsha was happy and hoped that Mick would come through whatever had held him back all those years. Her intention was to smile and make him feel welcome. 

That was it! No big apology. No “I’m sorry for how I treated you both.” He just eased back into their lives when the apology should’ve been as loud as the motherfucking disrespect!!!! ☕️☕️☕️

[BELOW: Marsha with her good friends, singer Sting of The Police and Roger Daltrey, lead singer of The Who.]

By 1983, Mick and Marsha were on decent terms and he even wanted her to be interviewed for an autobiography he was writing, which she agreed to do, but refused to show letters he had written to her in 1969.

A year after that, he and Jerry Hall were expecting their first child together, daughter Elizabeth Jagger, and that’s when the media finally started to see Mick out with his first child, Karis. Jerry would actually invite her to family events, holidays, and trips instead of treating her like a bald-headed step child. I guess after Mick had completely neglected her for 12 YEARS and having a new child on the way…it just wouldn’t look right! 

Mick also made a statutory declaration to the Registrar-General in London, where a new birth certificate was entered which read ‘KARIS HUNT JAGGER’. By then, Mick (though not having custody) bore sole financial responsibility for Karis.

[BELOW: Karis with Mick and his “other” family in the mid-1980s.]

Mick and Marsha ended up enrolling Karis in a private secondary boarding school in the UK, Bedales, which he paid for, so she could be close to her father. 

She also grew closer to Jade who was a bit wild and had a problem with authority. Jade was even once thrown out of her school for sneaking off on the middle of the night with a boy.

Karis on the other hand, was the total opposite. She was extremely shy, soft spoken (if she talked at all), and kind of ‘preppy.’ She learned French just like her dad a played two instruments, piano and the harp, which impressed Mick.

[BELOW: Marsha & Mick together with their daughter Karis during her christening at Bedales School in 1984.]

Once in a while, Mick would take Karis and Marsha out. They even once saw Beverly Hills Cop starring Eddie Murphy together. They sat in the front row and Mick had his arm on her thigh the whole time. Afterward, they walked to his car and someone snapped a photo of Mick and Marsha holding hands and she was like “Aw, hell. Here we go!” They later went to the very fancy and expensive Tour d’Argent restaurant for dinner, where people constantly came up to him asking for his autograph, and it was weird because it almost felt like they were…a “family”! But it was also in that moment she realized why she never married him. She couldn’t put up with the fanfare and playing second fiddle to anybody. 

Later on, in 1985, an editor at a noted publishing house in England approached Marsha and asked if she would write a book about her life. Her initial response was, “Absolutely NOT!” She also said that, “Enough people had trashed my life in newspapers that I don’t want to participate in writing about my life.” She just thought they wanted to know about Mick Jagger: how hung he was or who she knew that he knew that maybe she could get some dirt on him. So, she said no she wouldn’t do it. But they were really interested in hearing what she had to say and what was individual about her life including the 60s rock scene. So she went away to write the book which was released in 1986.

[BELOW: The cover of Marsha Hunt’s autobiography “Real Life” which was released in 1986.]

Years later, when biographer Phillip Norman released a book about Mick, he said this of his relationship with Marsha Hunt in an interview: He’s a massive contradiction. He [Mick] can behave very well, and he can behave not very well…but that’s the prerogative of rockstars who don’t grow up. You can’t predict them. One minute they seem quite pleasant, the next minute they’re being completely horrible.  They feel they have no control of their behavior.

Believe it or not, this is not where the story ends!!!

#marsha hunt #mick jagger #karis jagger #the rolling stones #rolling stones #brown sugar #interracial couple #ex lovers #old school tea #rock history #rock & roll #music #rockstars #black women #black mother #keith richards #bianca jgger #marianne faithfull #the who #sting #celebrities #retro #vintage #celeb gossip #1970s #1980s #80s #70s #long post #sbrown82

[ariel-seagull-wings]

BICHO DE PALHA

@princesssarisa @hamlet-macbeth-othello @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @themousefromfantasyland @professorlehnsherr-almashy @faintingheroine @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken

(Portuguese and Brazilian Folktale)

They say that a very rich man was widowed and remarried, having a daughter, Maria, who looked young and was beautiful.

The stepmother immediately disliked her stepdaughter and became angry when she had a daughter and she was relatively ugly, compared to Maria.

The man had scattered properties and lived traveling, running his businesses.

He only lasted a short time at home and in those moments, Maria felt better.

In her father's absence, her stepmother forced her to do the roughest and hardest jobs, feeding her the worst and in insignificant quantities.

Life became unbearable for the girl who consoled herself by praying and crying.

On the way to the river where she went to wash clothes, she always met an old lady with serene features and very kind. Maria ended up talking about her suffering and remaining silent so as not to hurt her father.

The old lady encouraged her with words full of sweetness.

As the stepmother became more violent and brutal, the stepdaughter decided to leave the house and look for work far away from that hell.

She met with the old lady and confessing her idea, the old woman agreed, gave her a lot of advice, gave her blessing and as she said goodbye, she took out a small wand, white as silver, saying:

"Take this wand, Maria, and when you are in danger, desire or suffering, you must say: "my magic wand, for the magic that God gave you, give me". And everything will happen as you ask."

Maria was very grateful and ran away. First, obeying the old woman's advice, she made a large plaited straw cloak with a hood through which there was a way to look through, and got inside.

After walking for a long time, she arrived at an important city.

She asked for a job in a palace and was told there were no more places.

She was leaving, sad and hungry, when an employee remembered that they needed someone to wash the rooms, corridors and stairs and clean the servants' quarters. Maria accepted the task and, thanks to her unique dress, they only called her “Bicho de Palha”. Dirty, silent, withdrawn into corners, always working, Bicho de Palha didn't bother anyone and everyone tolerated her.

The palace belonged to a young, well-made and handsome prince, who still had a mother, and was of marriageable age. In another palace, on the opposite side of the city, parties would be held for three days.

The girls were excited about the dances, attended by the society boys. In the palace the conversation was about the balls. Nurses, visitors and maids commented on the organization and splendor of the three elegant evenings.

Finally the first night arrived.

Bicho de Palha, through the holes in her mask, looked at the prince and loved him sincerely. She discreetly hovered near him, yearning for an order. In the afternoon, as there was no other maid around, the prince shouted:

"Bicho de Palha! Bring me a basin of water..."

Bicho de Palha took the basin and the prince washed his face. Afterwards, everyone went to the ball, some to dance and others to watch.

Being alone in her dark room, Bicho de Palha took off her cloak, took her wand and commanded, as the old lady had taught her:

"My magic wand! For the gift that God gave you, give me a silver carriage and a dress the color of the field with all its flowers."

Words spoken, the silver carriage, coachmen and servants appeared, a complete dress, from the diadem to the field-colored shoes with all their flowers. Bicho de Palha got dressed, took the carriage and went to the ball where he caused a sensation.

The prince immediately came to greet her and only danced with her, not allowing the other young men to approach her.

He confessed that he was impressed and asked where she lived. Bicho de Palha taught:

"I live on Basin Street..."

At exactly midnight, on the pretext of going to breathe the fresh air, the girl ran to her carriage which disappeared down the road. The prince was inconsolable and left the party soon after.

The other day, at the palace, the maids told Bicho de Palha about the events of the ball and about the mysterious princess who had the most beautiful outfit and the most beautiful face of the night.

The prince had dispatched many servants to look for Basin Street, but they all returned without knowing anything. That afternoon, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a towel.

When everyone left for the party, Bicho de Palha took the wand and obtained a golden carriage and a dress the color of the sea with all its fish. He got dressed and went to the ball palace.

As soon as she entered, everyone recognized her and hailed her as the most elegant, graceful and friendly. The prince never left her side, talking, dancing, asking a thousand questions. He insisted on the girl's address.

"I no longer live on Basin Street, but on Towel Street. I moved today." It happened like the first night. Bicho de Palha invented an excuse and got into the carriage that ran like crazy.

The prince also left and spent the next day sighing and ordering the whole city to look for the Towel Street.

Bicho de Palha listened to the enthusiastic impressions of the servants in the kitchen, all talking about the prince's passion and the beauty of the girl.

On the afternoon of that day, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a comb. Finding herself alone in the palace, Bicho de Palha invoked the power of the magic wand and received a carriage of diamonds and a dress the color of the sky with all its stars.

Entering the ballroom, Bicho de Palha received the greetings as if she were a queen. No one had ever seen such an attractive girl and such a rare dress.

The prince walked behind her like a shadow, serving her and asking everything, crazy with love. Bicho de Palha said that she had moved to Comb Street, permanently. And they danced a lot.

Close to midnight, knowing that it was the time when the girl disappeared as if she were enchanted, the prince called his servants and ordered an excavation to be opened near the palace gate, waiting for the carriage to stop.

This, however, did not happen, Bicho de Palha jumped into the carriage and it took off like lightning, jumping over the ditch, but the jolt was so sudden that one of Bicho de Palha's shoes, thrown outside the door, was lost. A servant found it and took it to the prince, who was very pleased.

Everyone looked for Comb Street in the city.

The prince decided to find the girl another way. He ordered the shoe to be taken to every house, putting it on everyone's feet.

Whoever wore it perfectly, neither loose nor tight, would be the charming girl at the dances. The servants walked up and down the street, putting shoes on the feet of the young women and the old women.

None of them could take a single step with him on their feet. The servants returned to the palace and tried putting tits on the maids and nurses. Anything.

Finally, a servant in charge remembered that Bicho de Palha had not been invited to wear the cute shoes. They all laughed, but, so that the prince wouldn't accuse them of having left someone to wear the shoe, they sent for Bicho de Palha, as a reason to laugh, and told him to try it on.

Bicho de Palha, with her wand in hand, asked that the dress from the third night of the party appear on her body, beneath the straw cape.

The prince came to watch.

Bicho de Palha, surrounded by laughing servants, put his foot into the shoe and it fit her perfectly.

Then she stretched out his other foot and everyone saw that he was wearing shoes just like the first.

They could hardly believe what they saw, when the straw fell and the beautiful girl from the three balls appeared, with the dress the color of the sky with all the stars, the diadem with the diamond moon, everything shining like the very stars of the firmament.

The prince rushed in hugging her and calling for his mother so she could meet her future daughter-in-law.

They got married soon.

Bicho de Palha told her story, and the magic wand, fulfilling the wishes of the old lady, who was Our Lady, disappeared, leaving them very happy on earth.

#cinderella #folklore #folktales #fairy tales #fantasy #literature #brazil

[spellbooking]

Othello & Heron ✦ a bond formed in blood The tale of two Bhaalspawn. A meeting forged in the fate of the gods. Upon Othello's routinely visits to the grove, he stumbled upon a wounded paladin in the thick of the forest. He was gravely injured and needed desperate healing. Without hesitation, Othello called upon the spirits of the earth and roots in the soil to aid in healing this lost paladin. "Where are you traveling from, stranger?" "Baldur's Gate, Lower City", he replied breathlessly. The exact location Othello had also run away from months prior. To escape Bhaal. To escape his father. To escape a life of endless suffering. All he could see in the eyes of the man was himself looking back at him. He was scared. The same exact fear Othello held in his eyes months ago. The paladin must have sensed it, too. The next three words the paladin uttered was the start of a love unbroken: "I see you." ✦

(Heron belonging to @duvirii)

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gif #bg3 edit #bg3gif #bg3edit #bg3 tav #tav x tav #userimogen #usermercymaker #baldurians #usermorvaris #gamingedit #oc: othello nulara #oc: heron tremaine #had to give them lore!! #hi yes they are everything

[avelera]

The Three Act Structure as Foreshadowing in Across the Spiderverse

I re-watched Across the Spiderverse yesterday, as its a perennial favorite in our household, and once again found the crafting of the story so rich that there's always something new to discover. In this case, whether or not we've left Miles in a good place or a bad place at the end of the film is left ambiguous, and this ambiguity is built into the very structure of the film.

In a Shakespearean comedy or tragedy, one easy way to chart which one the story takes place in is whether it begins in a good place or a bad place. If the story opens with happiness and triumph, bad news, you're in a tragedy. And vice versa, if something bad happens at the beginning, good news, you're in a comedy.

For example, Othello begins with Othello's triumphant return to the city after a successful military campaign, honored and adored by the city, and ends in the destruction of everything and everyone he loves. Whereas in Much Ado About Nothing, Beatrice's best friend Hero is falsely accused of infidelity, creating the dramatic action of the story (gross simplification) and unlike poor Desdemona in Othello, by the end her name is cleared and all the happy couples can get married.

Right, so back to Across the Spiderverse, Act 1 opens with Gwen and Miles, our co-protagonists, in a bad place. Their secrecy around their Spider-Person identities are leaving their family lives in shambles, with Gwen estranged from her father and Miles feeling alienated from his parents. However, Act 1 ends on a happy, hopeful note in the form of the Spiderverse HQ. Miles finally got his wish to reunite with his Spider-family, and the future (literally, 2099) seems bright.

But watch out. Because Spider-verse brilliantly uses story hooks to pull you from one Act to the next. Act 1 really follows its own plot structure, with The Spot as action, A-plot villain being battled throughout. The emotional, B-plot story is around family trust and loneliness. By the end, Mumbhattan is saved, though the Spot got away, tugging us along through the story, and Miles and Gwen's loneliness is at least temporarily solved with all the new and old Spider-friends they meet.

However, this means we go into Act 2 in triumph. Which means we've got tragedy on the horizon. Act 2 has Miguel as our villain, they don't make much secret of it, and the encounter with him as Miles eventually flees the Spiderverse HQ is the action climax of Act 2. Our themes of belonging reemerge and echo Into the Spiderverse, (sometimes with direct visual call-backs, flashes of the younger Miles while he flickers between universes, as well as with the return of Peter B.).

Now, this is where the structure gets interesting. Because I argue that Act 2 ends with Miles escaping Spiderverse HQ and Gwen being forcibly kicked out. Act 3 is a shorter Act, but not as short as it seems, from when Miles ends up in Universe 42 to the end credits is actually a pretty long sequence. In that sequence, we close out other important beats in the story, like the dangling thread of Gwen and her father's estrangement.

So, Gwen's story in Act 3 begins with a tragedy: she's been kicked out of Spiderverse HQ against her will. This consequence she's feared since the beginning, that she'll be forced to return to her home universe, is finally realized. However, note that structure again, because she starts in a bad place, we can fully expect her to end in a good place. And she does! She reconciles with her father, defeats the bad guys like 90's Spider-Man (Ben Reilly) and gets the band back together. She has finally resolved her emotional story, which began in tragedy and thus moved towards comedy/happiness. She is full-actualized with her allies by her side and her father back in her corner.

Miles though? Miles story gets really interesting in Act 3.

Because at first glance, his story would be the opposite of Gwen's. She was kicked out of HQ, but Miles fled which means his arrival should be a triumph. That would mean he's set up for tragedy, and that is what it appears to be at first. He ends up imprisoned by the Universe 42 Miles Morales and Uncle Aaron, apparently getting ready for a fight for his life and for the life of his father.

However, it's actually a bit ambiguous if he opens tragically or comedically. Because Miles doesn't know where he is. So arguably, you could flip the truth of the opening of Act 3 - Miles begins tragically, because he tried to go home but he's actually far from it, in another universe.

But here the flipping gets even more interesting and complex, because I'm not convinced Miles is the good guy in Universe 42. His speech to Universe 42 Rio about how he "beat them all" in terms of his former Spider-friends sure sounds a lot like a villain speech. Miles also dives in by making a lot of assumptions when he arrives there, like that Uncle Aaron is a bad guy here too, that he's the Prowler, and that this means he's a supervillain. When he learns that Universe 42 Miles has assumed the mantle of the Prowler, he continues to try to talk them into joining, "the good side" all based on almost zero information. They laugh at him. But why are they laughing?

All we know about Universe 42 is that they never had a Spider-man. That Miles was supposed to be the Spider-man of this universe, but the collider transported the radioactive spider so it bit our Miles instead. Miles knows nothing about what this unprotected universe suffered as a result but at first glance, it's clearly bad. Indeed, on that point alone as Miguel pointed out, our Miles is a villain in this universe because his becoming Spider-man robbed them of their Miles Spider-man.

And actually, knowing that Miles is Miles, that he's a good kid at heart, there's just as much evidence that in this universe, Miles is already a good guy, that Uncle Aaron is his mentor (after all Uncle Aaron was always a bit on the fence about evil and in a world that's gone to evil, it's easy to imagine that he leans good). Thus, 42-Miles and 42-Aaron's anger and dark amusement at Original Miles speech about good vs. evil could be because they're offended to be labeled as villains by this privileged kid who never lost anything, who indeed comes from a privileged universe where his father never died.

So going back to the Act 3 structure, from the Miles perspective, which is subjective and not objective, the Act begins with a triumphant escape, and therefore must be headed towards a tragic defeat - capture by his evil alternate universe self. But Miles didn't know at first that he was tragically in the wrong universe. Which means that he could actually be in a structural comedy: beginning the Act with something bad happening, a transport accident gone wrong, and ending it exactly where he needs to be: surrounded by heroes who can help him, his own alternate universe self who is a good guy in this universe, along with Uncle Aaron. All of the darkness is in Miles's head, because he just came from a place where he was betrayed by supposed allies, but actually it's much more complicated than that, ending in ambiguity.

#writing #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spider-man #miles morales #maggie rambles #writing structure

[tmntxthings]

HELLO!! I've been binging your fics lately and I am absolutely in love with your writing!! I haven't seen many but I was wondering if you could do a Rise Donnie x chubby reader? Nothing with insecurity or anything, maybe just something fluffy! It's rare to come across fics w a chubby reader that isn't angsty LOL -👑

What Are You Waiting For?

author’s notes: animal by neon trees influenced this oneshot greatly, I hope my 👑 anon that this is what you had in mind 💜✨

warnings: longer oneshot, super fluffy

> part two <

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Donnie was humming along to a song as he floated above the tall buildings of New York City. He was currently scanning all the nearby buildings with his headset, until his gear loaded in a match. “Found you!” Donnie said triumphantly as he pushed back the goggles. It was 9:00 pm, the sun only having gone down an hour or two ago. But Donnie couldn’t help himself, plus he was dressed pretty inconspicuously, purple hoodie and all. He landed in the alley next to the small bakery, making sure he looked presentable and his tech was stowed away in his shell.

“Alright Othello Von Ryan, be smooth~” he spoke to himself as he started walking to the sideway. “Yo bro, where you at?” Leo’s voice patched in from Donnie’s wrist tech. “Occupied, talk later!” Donnie said immediately before turning off the voice channel, not wanting any interruptions once he finally walked into the shop. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted into his face as he opened the door. And coffee! He sighed dreamily, if he could bottle this smell up he would. Which gave him an idea for later. But back to the task at hand!

He was the only customer in the store, which was a shame as well as an advantage. He’d have your absolute attention, though as he looked around, the counter also seemed to be empty. Then as if his thoughts had called to you, you came bursting through the back door that led to the kitchen. “Sorry about that dear customer, I was taking out some macaroons from the oven!” You said not looking over at him just yet as you crossed out something on a tiny notebook. After that you finally looked up, Donnie had made his way to the counter, like a moth drawn to flames. “Oh! Donnie, it’s you!” You graced him with a smile and Donnie could only nod for a few seconds before actual thoughts came to him.

“Yes it is I, Donatello, your favorite and most valued customer,” he said smiling a little smug smile. You giggled at that, shaking your head but not going as far as verbally refuting. “You always like to come when I’m about to close up shop!” You said as you glanced down at the treats you had left. Today looked to be a busy day for you as Donnie looked at his options. All his favorites were gone and he clutched at where his heart would be. “Not the scones! And the petits-fours too?!” Donatello hid a frown behind his hand as he contemplated trying something new or just getting a coffee. “Oh wait!” You said shaking him from his inner thoughts as you quickly disappeared from his view back into the kitchen.

When you emerged both your hands were behind your back as if to hide something. Donnie looked at you curiously and it wasn’t til you stood right in front of him, the counter the only thing between the two of you, did you reveal two perfect little cakes. Donnie gasped as you said, “I thought you might come tonight and remembered to save your favorite!” Donnie smiled brightly, they even had purple frosting on them! He readily held out his gloved hands, you gently placed them both and he was enraptured by your fingers, they were so small compared to his own. So cute and chubby and he blushed to himself at the word cute. “That’ll be $10, did you want a coffee too?”

You didn’t seem to notice him going into a reverie over just the sight of your cute hands up close. “Hmm? Oh yeah I’ll have a coffee, your special” he specified, because not only were you an excellent baker but you were a bangin’ coffee maker too. Donnie didn’t think he would ever make his own coffee if all it took was a five minute trip here from the lair. “Coming right up, most valued customer,” you giggled and winked at him. He was stunned, you were usually so shy with him. But he had become a regular, maybe you were finally warming up to him! That thought made him feel all mushy inside, he reallyyyy wanted you to be comfortable around him.

He watched as you flitted around behind the counter whipping up his coffee. “Soo do you have any plans after you close up shop for the night?” Donnie was trying his hardest to be smooth. He had practiced that line about 20 times. “No plans!” You said in concentration as you poured a certain amount of creamer into a cup. “Welll” Donnie started to fidget, getting nervous because this was the part that would either mean success or failure. “I was wondering, if you would wanna go watch a movie sometime?” He had been staring at the back of your head with pleading eyes hoping for just a chance and when you turned to him, cup of coffee in your hands he looked away, down at the countertop.

He was too nervous! How could he possibly watch as you turned him down. He should’ve known- “I love movies! When were you thinking?” You chirped happily as you slid the coffee into his frame of view. His head shot up, “Really?” then just as quickly he said, “I mean, we can go tonight! To the theater just around the corner?” He said a smug smile coming back to his face. But relief flooded his mind, he couldn’t believe it! You were giving him a chance!! “Sounds good to me, it’ll take me a couple of minutes after closing to get the shop ready for tomorrow,” you said and Donnie was offering his assistance. “Oh no, you haven’t even started on your coffee and cakes!” You said nodding to his hands.

Which reminded him he needed to pay! And as he started digging around for his wallet you stopped him, “how about you get a special discount tonight since you’re taking me out on a date,” you gave him another flirtatious wink. Boom. His brain fried up completely as his mouth dropped open slightly, “I’ll be right back!” You said giggling at his reaction as you went to get the shop ready for tomorrow. Donnie found his way to a table and a chair as he sat down not really thinking about anything other than you winking at him. His heart was pounding as he sipped on his coffee and nibbled the petit-fours. He was a goner if you kept flirting with him like that, he’d surely make a fool out of himself!

But while his brain was running around flailing it’s imaginative arms in worry, Donnie’s heart was fired up and ready. He wanted you to flirt with him again, and he wanted to flirt back. He just needed another opportunity and not short circuit like before. When he finished off the treats and coffee he went to the trash can to throw away the wrappers and empty cup. When he turned around you were coming out from behind the counter, apron off and hair down. He swore under his breath as he took in your fitting jeans and cute purple shirt. You were so pretty, and he obviously knew that before, but seeing you now with his favorite color on you and the rest of your outfit, your hair down, his heart was racing. “Ready?” You smiled shyly as you twirled a strand of hair absentmindedly. “Yep,” he said in awe as he held the door open for you. You smiled, waiting for him to follow through before locking the door with your keys.

“So what movie were you thinking?” you said getting the conversation flowing and Donnie breathed through his nose to try and get it together. “I’m down for anything, but my favorites are sci-fi and action,” the conversation went on from there as he learned your favorites. The two of you walking closely together as the night had gotten chilly. He wasn’t ready to make a move like wrapping an arm around you, but maybe he’d work up the courage in the theater! He still couldn’t believe it, that you had agreed and it had a constant smile on his face. “Oh look! They’ve got Avatar 2!!” You said excitedly and before he knew it you had his gloved hand in your own, tugging him forward as you ran to the ticket booth. His mind screeched as he moved trying to keep up but his eyes were glued to where you held his hand. He wished he didn’t have the gloves on, to be able to feel you, but he pushed that thought away quickly. Baby steps Donatello, don’t go ruining things just yet!

“Two for Avatar,” Donnie said as he pulled out his wallet with his free hand, not wanting you to let go but you did so he could grab some dolla dolla bills. Tickets now in hand, Donnie pushed open the door letting you walk by him, you smelled like your bakery, he tried not close his eyes at the smell. “Are you hungry?” Donnie said as he followed after you noticing the snack bar. “Hmm do you wanna share some popcorn?” you asked looking over at him and he nodded swiftly.

The two of you sat towards the back, popcorn in your hands as he carried the drink, he had gotten two straws and he was mentally flippingggg out. Seriously he couldn’t believe how lucky he was, he could hardly contain his excitement as you both settled in your seats. The lights dimmed and the movie started. You glanced at him hands coming together to clap silently showing you were just as excited though probably for the movie and not about him. Donnie didn’t think too hard about that though, not letting anything ruin his mood even his own thoughts. He took off his gloves thinking in the dark you wouldn’t notice, and hoping for the off chance of reaching for popcorn at the same time. What?! Donnie liked all the clichés! And it happened more than once and each time it felt like electricity, you were too occupied with the movie though. Hardly noticing while it was all he could notice, your fingers were so soft!

Once the popcorn was finished Donnie started to actually watch the movie. Every now and then he’d glance over and watch your reactions of awe and wonder at the big screen. He would smile to himself, and go back to watching until he felt a nagging thought. He wanted to make a move, flirt back like you had at the bakery. He took a deep breath and moved his arm to go around your shoulders, and you leaned in closer his way almost immediately. Mission accomplished!!!!!!! And he was chewing on his lower lip to keep from smiling like an idiot or worse squealing with excitement.

When the movie was done and the credits started rolling you slowly stood, stretching. The movie had been a long one but that just meant Donnie got even more time with you. “That was awesome!” You said as you turned to him, the purple turtle had quickly put on his gloves and replied, “yeah the cgi was incredible!” The two of you walked out of the theater, talking about favorite scenes and characters. “This was really fun Donnie!” You said thanking him once out on the sidewalk. “Thanks for coming with me I had an equally great time,” Donnie said unable to help his bright smile.

He breathed in through his nose again as he rallied his courage. “Can I get your number?” You asked holding out your phone with a slight blush dusting your cheeks. You had beat him to it!! Donnie laughed saying those exact words and you giggled and watched him type in his number. “I’ll see you later then, Y/n!” Donnie waved as you started walking backwards waving back and thanking him again for a great night. He watched as you turned and walked until you were out of view, taking a corner and disappearing behind a building.

Donnie had happy feet! And he jumped up fist bumping the air. “Fibonacci!!!” He practically hollered in victory, walking no skipping, the opposite way you went, entering an alleyway and shooting up to the sky, flying with his tech. He raced all the way home to the lair. “Well well well, look who it is,” Leo said as Donnie entered the abandoned subway. “Surprise surprise,” Donnie waved his hands sarcastically, as he took off his gloves. “Where were you brother of mine?” Leo questioned coming up and wrapping an arm around Donnie’s neck. “Just out and about,” Donnie droned as he tried walking to his lab. Then his phone buzzed and he immediately pulled it out forgetting about Leo.

‘Made it home!! Hope you did too, just in case you hadn’t heard me the first two times 😂 I had an amazing time 😊 goodnight Donnie’ - y/n 💜

Leo gasped into Donnie’s ear and the purple turtle turned dark green. “YOU!” Leo said loudly catching the attention of Mikey and Raph. “SHUT UP!” Donnie screeched as he tried to push Leo away but Leo’s grip only tightened and he grabbed for Donnie’s phone. “Guys you won’t believe what I just saw!!” Leo said goading his brothers to come see. Mikey was up and bouncing towards them in seconds, “ohhhh what, what is it?!” he said as he watched his older brothers struggle. Donnie trying to keep his phone away while Leo trying and succeeding in capturing it. “LEO!” Donnie hollered and stomped his foot down on his blue brother’s.

Leo yelped hopping on one foot and dropping Donnie’s phone. Donnie lunged for it but Mikey was faster, and as soon as he got the phone he was off running to Raph who was laughing at the whole thing. “MIKEY!” Donnie yelled running after him telling him to stop. This went on for a while before all his brothers knew of Y/n and he ended up confessing about the amazing date he had just went on. All brothers listened intently, teasing him here and there but ultimately super proud of their genius brother. “So when we meeting???” Leo said curiously, “and when are you gonna tell them you’re a turtle?” Raph said eyebrows going up.

“Problems for a later time,” Donnie said waving his hand and with his phone back in his possession he headed for his room. He realized he had yet to text you back!

‘I made it home too, sorry for the late reply my brothers bombarded me 💀, we should definitely have another night like tonight 😁 goodnight Y/n!’ - donnie

He landed on his bed, closed his phone and rolled around too excited to do anything else. He couldn’t wait to take you out for another date. Hoping this would become a recurring occurrence in his life. He couldn’t wait and immediately started thinking up other date ideas, kicking his feet out happily.

#rise donnie x reader #rise donatello #donatello hamato #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donnatello #rise tmnt oneshot #rottmnt oneshot #tmnt oneshot #turtle bros #leonardo #mikey #raph #tmnt fluff #tmnt 2018 #donnie x y/n

[ninjaneonleon]

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Memories of the Past

Leo knew he had messed up. He barely remembered making the deal, barely remembered pledging his soul to that damn demon crow thing, yet here he was. Stuck as a fucking bird in a tutu.

At least Donnie seemed more present.

Ever since Leo had woken up from that weird trance he’d been in while he was Leandro, weird name choice by the way, Donnie had seemed more aware and attentive to Leo than he had in years. There was no memory problems at the moment, Donnie recognised Leo and seemed determined to take care of him. Leo wasn’t complaining. It was better than getting his ass beat.

Donnie didn’t seem as attentive or aware of their brothers. Where on a good day he’d be equally receptive to all of them, it seemed like donnie only really recognised Leo. Either that or his worry was blinding him. He had sent them away as soon as Leo had properly woken up. Leo didn’t even have a chance to talk to them himself, not that he would have known what to say.

“I told you, Dee, I’m fine.” Leo waved donnie off with a small laugh as Donnie kept checking over Leo’s wings. Because yeah, that was a thing. They felt as connected to Leo as his tail did and while the fussing was nice, it was a little weird. “Just some bruises that’ll fade by tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, but you still got hurt!” Donnie wailed, clinging to Leo from behind. He was so much more emotive since becoming the Lake Guardian. “I hurt you! I’m not supposed to hurt you, Leo.”

“You hurt Leandro. You didn’t hurt Leo. You hurt the asshole who was pretending to be me.” It was a weak argument but it seemed to do the trick. Donnie relaxed and rested his head on Leo’s shell, just between his wings.

“I’ve hurt you enough since I’ve been here. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

Leo’s expression softened. “You won’t.” Somehow, he knew that was true. Donnie would always recognise Leo now, even if Leo didn’t see Donnie as himself and instead as Othello. Why Othello, though?

“Hey Donnie? Why did the lake change your name?” Leo asked softly. “And why did the potion change mine? We have names, really cool names, so why did they get changed?”

“Leo… do you know what the lake is getting me to protect?” Donnie asked softly. Leo shook his head. No matter how many times Leo had asked in the past, Donnie had always glossed over it, point blank refused to talk about it or seemed to forget. With how aware he was now, it made sense that Donnie was more willing to share. “I’m protecting myself. My soul. And Odette’s. Normally the distinction is… hard. But since you’ve been here, I can remember it’s both of us down there, not just me.”

“Odette?” Leo blinked, then frowned. He knew that name. “Our sister?”

Donnie shook his head. “No. Well, not exactly.” He took a breath. “Odette was the last Lake Guardian, a mutant like us. And she was out here to protect her from her father.”

“The crow,” Leo whispered, his eyes going wide. “He wants her back. That’s why he wants the treasure.” His wings fluttered a little in discomfort. How could Leo have ever made a deal with someone like that? “And she’s my sister because he became my father.”

“He hated Odette and wants to destroy her even now.” Donnie nodded. “The Lake is here to protect her, a gift from her mother. And now, so am I. The magic saw me and thought I was her.” He laughed weakly. “I’m a mutant, I have mystic powers and—“

“And you’re a dancer.” Leo finished. “You basically told the Lake you were her. But wait, if the Lake is protecting her, where is she?”

“Her body is gone, her soul is still here. She lived a long time ago.” Donnie sounded sad. Because it was sad. Leo thought that Odette was someone he loved, he remembered her as his sister. They danced together, right? In the foyer of the castle. Danced for mother and father.

Leo groaned. No, that wasn’t right.

“Donnie, I think I’m remembering things I shouldn’t.” They didn’t have a mother. And Leo’s sister was a human called April, not another swan. Was he a swan? No, he was a cro- a turtle. “My head hurts. I don’t understand.”

“Leo, what do you remember about the potion you took?”

What did he remember. “It was… blue. Blue and glowing. And when I took it… it was like I was in the sky, but at the same time I was safe, deep underground.” God, it sounded like he had a drug trip or something. “And then I started to dance when music started and I knew all the moves and their names and it felt so—“

“Natural. Like you were remembering something you already knew.” Donnie finished with a sigh. He shook his head. “Leo, I don’t think it was just a potion you took.” Leo looked up at Donnie then, fear clawing at his chest. “I think it was a potion mixed with a soul.”

“What?! Whose soul?!” Leo screeched.

“Odille. Odette’s twin sister.”

So yeah! Part 5 is a thing now! I might even make a master post this thing is getting way bigger than I thought it would. Also I learned a bit more formatting it looks a little nicer. A little.

Edit: Part 6 is now a thing!

Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink

Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid

You guys make me happy with your creativity ❤️

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fic writing #crownardo #swanatello

[millylotus]

Junior is called Junior for a reason

Saw some somebody else using some of the middle names, and was struck with inspiration. R!Casey: Cassandra-Leonardo Augustus Phael Othello Miguel Jones-Hamato-O’Neil Jr.! R!Junior *filled with a fear he hasn't experienced in years*: Yes Mother! 😅 12!Raph: I'm sorry your full name is what?

I just think it'd be funny if Junior had all his parent's names squeezed into on. Cass of course get's first name privileges because she found him in the dumpster. Leo gets secondary first name because he survived the longest and won the game/bet they set up. And his middle names had to be put in birth order before April and Donnie got into an actual fight of who goes first. Also love the idea of Junior being raised by everyone, and the others being called aunt and uncle because they want to be.

Also it'd be funny if in crossovers he gets full named infront of everyone, and they suddenly realize why he's called just Junior/CJ/JJ

#rottmnt #rottmnt crossover #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt casey jr #also first namers get their full proper names #while middle namers have to get crative with it

[abybweisse]

Ch206, Any chance of outside help?

⚠️ Long post ⚠️

I'll look at three things here:

Might a reaper help Snake?

Might someone from another assignment help?

In the event of no outside assistance

Last night I had dreams about this, and when I woke up I had to recall what I'd considered and needed to research. Mainly about question two.

1. Might a reaper help Snake?

I doubt it, but it could be possible. We haven't seen any obvious reapers during this assignment with Finny and Snake, but there could be one there... trying to figure out if there is a bizarre doll at the orphanage. It would be horribly sneaky if there is a reaper there who hasn't made themselves known to the readers.

Just now, I realized why there probably isn't one already stationed there: the children are being bled out and killed off-site, then their bodies and blood are being returned to the orphanage for further processing. That means reapers are collecting souls somewhere other than the orphanage... if Undertaker isn't collecting the souls before reapers can get wherever.

And we don't even know what tipped off the reaper organization there was a bizarre doll at the sanatorium; how did they know to send Ronald there? People weren't expected to die there, except perhaps the two men that Baldo shoots. Ronald seems to be aware that Baldo will be saved by Ada and Lau. At one point Ronald says he was investigating the place for a bizarre doll, but he doesn't say why one was suspected of being on-site.

We also have to keep in mind that these assignments are largely overlapping, meaning that Ronald and William are presumably fighting Layla/Al around the same time that Finny and Snake are dealing with the staff and Doll underground. If Othello hasn't yet received Layla/Al to examine, then he won't yet know what to look for in Norfolk or elsewhere. So, if Grelle and Othello show up to collect from Snake, will they know to fight Doll?

Even if they recognize Doll as a bizarre doll, it doesn't mean they would choose to save Snake. We haven't seen a shinigami pass yet, and I'd love to see one, but I won't hold my breath for that. The only scenario I can see for them saving Snake is if they get an emergency "call" to go to the orphanage, since an unexpected death has just been reported. They realize the killer must not be human (anymore, at least), helping to explain why the death was not intended to happen -- why they just now found out, instead of having it predetermined or predicted. Given the strange circumstances, as well as Snake's uniqueness, they might argue against collecting his soul.

That's a total long shot.

2. Might someone from another assignment help?

I woke up trying to remember what I needed to look at, from my dreams. I needed to look at a map of English counties, so I could look at Yorkshire, Wiltshire, Norfolk, and East Sussex (where Brighton is located).

There are four parts of Yorkshire, and I don't know where Heathfield Manor is located. I want to say North Yorkshire, since some of the largest heather (heath) moors are located there.

Then we have Norfolk, where the orphanage is located, much farther south, along the eastern coastline. Wiltshire, where the sanatorium is situated, is farther south and way off to the west. East Sussex, home to Brighton and that resort hotel, is back east and along the southern coast.

We never saw our earl and Sebastian explain where everyone is to meet up again after they have completed their assignments, did we? I don't think so. I've been under the assumption that our earl would stay where he is, in Brighton, waiting for the others to come to him and report. But this might not be the case. It's unlikely any of the other pairs would end up passing through Norfolk, let along intending to meet there. So, I'd be a bit shocked if Mey-Rin and Ran-Mao took any route through there on their way back towards London or Brighton. Besides, they might be at a loss to help Snake. Whom Snake needs is Ada... and she's very busy.

In fact, Wiltshire left us on a cliffhanger, since Lau offers an escape to China, and the others (including Baldo) seem interested, but we have yet to actually see them escape from the sanatorium before Polaris shows up, investigating the missing blood shipment. We could still see deaths there before anyone can get out to make a report... if they even plan to make a report. Honestly, I expect Baldo, if he lives, to ultimately decline the offer to go to China, as he still feels a sense of duty to our earl and Sebastian.

Our earl and Sebastian are unlikely to head towards Norfolk, so unless Sebastian uses his powers to detect something is wrong, demon-travel his way there, save Snake, and get back to Brighton for tea time, even he is unlikely to save Snake. In fact, with Brighton so close (across the channel) to France, they are more likely to go there than they are higher north.

In the event of no outside assistance

As rough as it sounds, Snake's best chance is for Doll to be so upset over cutting him that she lets the top students and Finny attempt to save him. But how would they?

Oliver is probably the best at embroidery and sewing, so if they have anything to serve as string and needle, he'd probably be the best choice for stitching the wounds... if he can see and get to where he needs to sew. Martial arts training might also give him some clue on where to apply pressure to slow the loss of blood.

Theo would probably be the one who has read any medical books, possibly including works on human anatomy and surgical techniques. So, he would instruct Oliver what to do.

Artie might have decent knowledge about proper cleanliness for the procedure.

I'm not sure what Mabel would do, unless she also knows something about applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

As someone else (sorry, I forgot who mentioned it) pointed out earlier, at least one of his snakes might have the sort of venom that could help stop the bleeding at the wound site. That would be very risky, though, since the venom could spread to areas where it's not needed and could cause more damage.

Doll or Finny might suggest setting Snake up to receive blood transfusions, but then one or both should recall that Snake and Finny were initially turned away from the orphanage because their blood types didn't match any of the four blood types in the system. Snake cannot safely receive blood transfusions because they don't know what kind of blood he needs, and they likely don't have it anyway. This is a big clue early in the assignment that not only is Finny's blood permanently affected from the old drug tests... but that Snake probably really isn't quite human. Some hybrid, I suppose. Either that or he was born human but also got stuck in some experiment that permanently changed his body, perhaps altering his DNA, which determines the type of blood he has, as well as the antibodies in his blood that would attack foreign red blood cells. Even if they manage to patch him up, he might not make it, due to a lack of blood.

It's truly not looking good for Snake. I hope his snakes help to avenge him. I hope Emily gets to show her loyalty to Snake by finally turning on Doll....

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ch206 #snake #snake's snakes #doll #finny #finnian #mabel #oliver #artie #theo #theodore #emily #assignments #reapers #grim reapers #ronald knox #william t spears #william t. spears #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #othello #norfolk #wiltshire #north yorkshire #yorkshire #brighton #east sussex #nov 20 2023

[burningvelvet]

Hi! I was enchanted by your description of Byronic-ness, and really impressed with the wealth of knowledge you bring to bear on the topic. I'm re-listening to The Portrait of Dorian Gray, and I was wondering if Dorian would be Broadly Byronic, or Byronic-Orthodox? Conversely, how would Lord Henry stack up?

(for context, the post this ask is referring to, where I discuss my theory on the Byronic Hero, is here: https://www.tumblr.com/burningvelvet/733557464082120704/some-thoughts-on-the-topic-of-byronism-byronic)

Thank you for the ask and sorry for the late reply. I wish I could give a more thorough answer, and although I've read Dorian at least three times, I haven't since my study of Byronism. Now I would like to read it again just to scan it for Byronic themes - but at the moment I can't justify spending time on a venture like this. But I could write essays about this topic, as many other people have.

In short, I believe Dorian would be more Broadly Byronic and Henry is also probably Broadly Byronic, but that Henry is much, much closer to being Orthodox Byronic if we see it as more of a spectrum than a binary, which would really be best, although I didn't really take that approach in my original post. Very few characters could be classified as Orthodox Byronic, so a spectrum really is most necessary.

In my original post, I included some quotes from top Byron scholar Peter Cochran writing about the Byronic Hero concept in his essay "Byron's 'Turkish Tales': An Introduction."

Cochran contrasts the Byronic Hero with the Shakespearean Tragic Hero by saying that the latter can be something of a witty conversationalist, whereas the former never is, being too dead inside (my words, not his). Henry is certainly a cunning conversationalist, and is actually a lot like Iago from Othello — a character who, ironically, Lord Byron loved so much that he put on a production of the play just so he could play him (as an aside, because I love this story: Mary Shelley played Desdemona and Percy directed, but one of Byron's mistresses forced the rehearsals to stop, supposedly because she was jealous of one of the actresses and felt left out because she couldn't speak English).

Anyway. Cochran also says that the prototypical Byronic Hero (what in my post I originally called the "Byronist's Byronic," but prefer to call "Orthodox Byronic" for clarity) never succeeds romantically, which is true. I don't know if this fully applies to Dorian or Henry. The former has several love affairs which aren't really genuine but which he does derive a sort of decadent satisfaction from. Dorian "wins over" Sybil Vane. Henry is married, and though not in love with his wife, he doesn't despise her like Heathcliff does his wife. Heathcliff is widely considered the greatest overall Byronic Hero, as he meets most of the criteria for both Orthodox Byronic and Broadly Byronic.

Cochran also says:

"The Byronic hero is a human dead-end."

Which does describe both Henry and Dorian. But in being companions, neither of them have the solitary nature which the Byronic necessitates, although they both come close (especially Dorian in the end) by being outsiders. And they are both hedonists, which isn't really Byronic, though people consider it as such, probably because of the cultural & literary confusion (as I explained in my original post) between the writings of Byron the Writer and the life of Byron the Man.

The Orthodox Byronic Hero, like Heathcliff, is mostly antisocial with few exceptions and basically has anhedonia the majority of the time. Dorian and Henry are a little anhedonic, especially Dorian in his infamously increasing pursuit of pleasure, but the Orthodox Byronic Hero is really too depressed to get it up for prostitutes or to go to an Opium den, and would never be caught dead at the kinds of dinner parties Dorian and Henry frequent.

But again, my overall opinion is that whild both of them have strong Byronic elements, they are more Broadly Byronic than Orthodox Byronic, which is a more rare character type.

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Okay I'm not saying that I routinely imagine a jukebox musical of Othello using Florence + the Machine music but I'm not not saying that if that were to happen these would be the perfect songs:

THIS IDEA ORIGINALLY CAME FROM 'LUCY'S STUDY ACCOUNT <3' ON TIKTOK AND SHE HAS HER OWN FULL VERSION ON THERE THAT INCLUDES OTHER ARTISTS THIS WAS MY TAKE INSPIRED BY HER SUGGESTIONS OF 100 YEARS AND I'M NOT CALLING YOU A LIAR BECAUSE I HAVE PRETTY MUCH NOT STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE I SAW HER VIDEO - I highly recommend checking out her list as well, I very much enjoyed it :)

100 Years

I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth and I believe in love and the darker it gets the more I do. Try to fill us with your hate and we will shine a light, and the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night

And Lord don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly, give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

I let him sleep, and as he does my breath fills the room with love, hurts in ways I can't describe, my heart bends and breaks so many, many times

Hubris is a bitch

I'm Not Calling You A Liar (A duet between Othello and Desdemona and then a reprise when she dies would be amazing)

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me. I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me. I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me. And I love you so much I'm gonna let you kill me

Which Witch (This screams Emilia weighing up her guilt for betraying Desdemona and her inability to say no to Iago because of everything he's done to her/her position in the relationship being so dangerous)

And it's my whole heart, deemed and delivered a crime, I'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out, I'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out who's a heretic now?

I'm not beaten by this yet you can't tell me to regret been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

Chained and shackled, oh, I'll unravel, oh, it's a pity, oh. Never to return, but I never learn, it's a pity, oh. Chained and shackled, oh, I'll unravel, oh, it's a pity oh. Say I won't return, but I never learn, it's a pity oh.

Queen of Peace (I'm imagining a Desdemona solo and maybe some chorus as well but I'd love to see her with this song, I'm picturing it to be after Othello hits her)

Suddenly I'm overcome, dissolving like the setting sun, like a boat into oblivion, 'cause your driving me away. Now you have me on the run, the damage is already done, come on is this what you want? 'cause your driving me away

Oh, the queen of peace, always does her best to please. Is it any use? Somebody's gotta lose. Like a long scream, out there always echoing. Oh, what is it worth? All that's left is hurt

And my love is no good against the fortress that it made of you, blood is running deep, sorrow that you keep

Big God (Okay hear me out: A three way split stage with Emilia and Iago, Desdemona and Othello, and Bianca and Cassio; all sing but mostly the women each singing different parts of this song to their respective partners)

Okay I feel like this one needs a little more explanation but for example

Women: You need a big god, big enough to hold your love. You need a big god, big enough to fill you up

Bianca: You keep me up at night, to my messages you do not reply

Desdemona: You know I still like you the most

All: the best of the best and the worst of the worst

Emilia: You can never know, the places that I go.

Desdemona: You know I still like you the most

Men: You'll always be my favourite ghost

And yes I can see the perfect choreography in my head

All This And Heaven Too (Desdemona singing this to Othello!?? I can also see it being a duet for them, but then with a harmony from Emilia as well singing alone but theoretically to Desdemona)

And the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own. It talks in tongues and quiet sighs, and prayers and proclamations, in the grand days of great men, in the smallest of gestures, in short, shallow gasps

And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged. And I would put them back in poetry, if I only knew how, I can't seem to understand it. And I would give all this and heaven too, I would give it all if only for a moment that I could just understand the meaning of the word you see, 'cause I've been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me

Back In Town (Okay I don't know how to explain but I'm imagining Iago and Emilia alone on stage as he sings to her with very close choreography in a way that at a glance they could just be together but if you watch properly he's controlling her movements)

I'm back in town, why don't we go out? Let the rats spin around our feet, the full moon shines down on these dirty streets. Back in town, why don't we go out, to that ninth street diner? And carry on slowly, torturing each other

If you get spat on it's just your big city baptism, you're the star of the show. I'm back in town, why don't we go out and never go to sleep? Throw our dreams out, let them pile up on the streets

'Cause it's always the same. I came for the pleasure but I stayed, yes I stayed, for the pain

Falling (The Bianca vibes are undeniable, but also with the fallen from grace idea it has such potential to start as her singing and then gradually include more characters as it goes)

I've fallen out of favour and I've fallen from grace, fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face. Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too, fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you

I could probably think of more if I put my mind to it but this is all for now, please add more if you think of any I'd love to see them!

#this might be the nichest post i've ever created #how many other florence and the machine and othello and musical obsessees are there on this app? #to be fair if they're anywhere then they're here right? #othello #shakespeare #william shakespeare #desdemona #iago #florence and the machine #florence + the machine #florence welch #dance fever #high as hope #how big how blue how beautiful #which witch #jukebox musical #musicals #musical theatre #musical theater #west end #william shakespere

[thehiddlebum]

hii, feel free to alter! prompt #1 with loki. loki x bussiness woman!reader, she's independent and confident, so much that many dubbed her unlovable

it would mean the world to me of you'd consider this idea! it would bring me a lot of comfort, have an amazing day sweetie! 💕

hi lovely! i loved this idea and i hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy my lovely ! 💗

Miss Independent

Summary: You were always independent from a young age, but your job and responsibilities had came at a price. Could Loki melt your hard exterior?

Warnings: None, just lots and lots of fluff with a bit of angst

Pairing: Loki x female!reader

you had always dreamed of being a lawyer for as long as you could remember, always dressing up in your mother’s glasses and high heels pretending to interrogate her.

it was only you and your mum growing up as your father was never really in the picture.

she worked two jobs to pay the rent and be able to look after you, one of those was a cleaner at a diner and the other was at a supermarket.

you were always so grateful to her for that, not that you were ever a bother to her as you mainly spent all of your time in your room hitting the books or at the library.

she knew she had raised a clever little girl, and after you finished high school you went to university to study law, graduating with a first.

all you needed was a little push from her, and off you went.

but as you got older and secured your first job at a high-end law firm in Manhattan, you became even more confident as you finally got exactly where you wanted to be.

you moved out and rented an apartment, which your mum was beyond proud of you for.

love was never your strong suit as you were always focused on your career, and never had time for hopping from person to person.

but your ex that you had been together with for around eight months broke up with you because he ‘couldn’t love you because you never made time for him’ and he said that ‘you were never there.’

your job required your full attention and you had worked so hard to get where you are now, so you were never going to apologise for that.

since then you hadn’t had any luck with anyone else, as that thought of being too busy and unlovable was always in the back of your mind.

that was until you bumped into the most beautiful creature you had ever laid your eyes on.

you had stayed quite late at the library that you visit nearly every evening, and you hadn’t realised that the sun had set and the library was practically empty.

well you thought it was empty.

that was until you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand reached over your head to grab a book from the bookshelf you were leaning on.

“oh- i’m sorry, you’re just um… sitting in front of the shakespeare.”

you shook your head with a small smile on your face and stood up from the carpeted floor.

“sorry… kind of lost track of time, which copy of shakespeare were you looking for?”

the man with long raven locks turned towards you and his eyes were so intense as they gazed at you.

“othello, but i see that it is already taken.”

his eyes fell down to the book in your hands and you smiled up at him.

“here… i should probably get going anyway, i can’t believe the time!”

the man felt his heart leap at the sound of your laugh and he found himself intrigued by you.

he noticed that you were wearing a black pantsuit with a tight white vest underneath, paired with black heels.

you looked stunning.

“oh thank you.. what’s your name love?”

you sucked in a breath as you heard his crisp voice call you ‘love.’

“y/n, and you are?” you saw him smirk as he looked at you.

“loki.”

that moment was three months ago now and at first you ran into him most nights at that same library, and you would both say ‘what a coincidence’ it was that you kept bumping into each other.

but you both knew that you were hoping to see one another.

after a few weeks and you had gotten to know each other more and more, you would chat about anything and everything for hours.

he listened.

he actually took the time to listen to you, which is something no man had ever done to you.

he even understood that some nights you had to get home because you needed to be up early the next day, and he would simply wish you a goodnight.

he was fascinated by you, the way you carried yourself, the confidence that oozed out of you was just so attractive to him.

he finally asked you to dinner one night when you were free and you didn’t think you could ever be this excited for a date before.

multiple dates and nights together later, you found yourself coming home to your apartment late from work, absolutely shattered.

you dumped your bag and keys on the side table near the front door and kicked your heels off, sighing as your feet came in contact with the cold hardwood floors.

a gasp escaped from your lips as you walked into your joint kitchen and living room to see the most beautiful sight.

your small dining table was set perfectly with a fresh white table cloth hanging over it, with plates and candles on top.

and there stood loki with his hands behind his back, and the sweetest smile on his lips.

you walked up to him slowly and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, leaning your head up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

you heard him quietly hum in delight and he pulled you closer.

“loki… you didn’t need to do all of this.”

you leaned your head on his chest and he chuckled.

“this is all for you my darling… you deserve it. you work so hard, and i am so proud of you.”

you teared up at his words as he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“thank you loki, i don’t even know what to say… no one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

a tear escaped your eye as you smiled at him, which he caught with his thumb.

“well get used to it love… because i am not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me,”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, all the past thoughts of you being unlovable and not enough for someone were screaming at you.

“why? why would you want to stay with me? you probably think that i work too much.. or that i’m never here for you—

he stopped you before you said anymore and pulled you into a passionate kiss, holding your face in his big hands.

“no, i think none of that darling. you are by far the most fascinating woman i have ever known, not to mention how beautiful you are. you deserve all the love in the world,”

you looked down and bit your lip, but he lifted your chin up with his finger and looked straight into your eyes.

“do you trust me, darling?”

you nodded immediately.

“then if you will let me, i think… i can love you.”

no words could come out of your mouth as you looked at this incredible man in front of you.

capturing his lips in yours, you said everything you needed to, thanking him for accepting you the way you are and everything you do.

he was one of a kind.

A/N: Hello lovelies! this was my first one-shot on my new blog, i know it wasn’t the best but thank you for reading! and thank you so much @rose-lunaire for this amazing idea!! 💗💗

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