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vaporwavebeach-writes · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2 (Roleplay)

Demetri (Twilight) x Reader (NSFW)

(1,163 words)

Summary: Demetri hunts you down

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, roleplay scenario, simulated threat, predator/prey dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, guard/outlaw dynamic, lots of dynamics lmao, hair pulling (just a little bit), penetrative sex, rough sex, a little bit of fluff at the end (just for funzies)

Notes: day 2!!!!! I think I kinda went off with this one, I rewatched the twilight saga a couple weeks ago and I forgot how hot and underrated Demetri was, so here’s this LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

The forest was loud. The chirping of insects, hoots of an owl, and scurrying of small animals made it hard to focus on the real sounds you needed to watch out for. The further you trekked into the forest, the more fear engulfed your mind. The night was surrounding you, shrouded in darkness, but you had to keep going.

Being alone in the forest at night didn’t seem as scary as you thought it would be in your head, but it was all a part of the game. When you proposed the idea of being hunted in the woods to Demetri, he was intrigued and ultimately entertained by the idea. With Demetri as the Volturi’s tracker, you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against him, which made the thrill of the hunt all the more exciting to when he would eventually catch you. Shaking away your apprehension, you realized the reward for your bravery would be so worth it in the end.

Hearing the loud snap of a stick in the distance, you realized that you were already falling behind. Taking cover behind a twisting, knotty tree, you could hear a foreboding chuckle as Demetri prowled within your vicinity.

“You have nowhere to run, Love.” His voice is low. “Any attempts to escape from the Volturi are futile.”

You watched him creep past your tree, slowly. Doing your best to not make any noise, you sprint the opposite direction. This seemed to be a poor move by forgetting a vampire’s superhuman hearing. In the distance you can hear Demetri’s uproarious laughter as more footsteps that were not your own broke behind you.

Continuing to run, you were met with a small, abandoned castle- completely made of stone. Rounding a corner, you were met with the exposed night sky. All was quiet, and you were safe.

Or so you thought.

Carefully walking backward, you accidentally bump into the one man you were running from. His arms wrap around you quickly, tightly. Your mouth is covered quickly as you let out a surprised yelp.

“There you are.” He whispers. Whirling you around, you find yourself now backed into a corner, with the Volturi’s prized tracker trapping you in.

You glance to the sides, looking for a way out before being forced to meet his gaze. The moonlight captures his burgundy gaze, with an expression that calms your nerves in an unsettling way. If you had a heart, it would be pounding out of your chest with the way he was looking at you. Demetri’s hand dipped below your chin, his thumb grazing over your jaw before grabbing your cheeks firmly.

“How foolish of you to think you can escape the Volturi…” he breathes. His body is on yours as you grip onto the jagged, stones bricks behind you. “…Foolish of you to think you’re clever enough to outwit us…” His other hand finds its way to your shoulder, keeping you pinned. “…Foolish of you to think you could evade me.”

“Please,” you beg, giving him your best doe-like expression, “Let me go, and I promise to never defy the laws again, I’ll do anything.” You plead, analyzing Demetri’s response to your dramatic performance.

A deep chuckle escapes from Demetri’s lips. When he pushes you further into the stone, you can feel a dull ache within your sex. Your eyes widen at the movement as you softly gasp.

“The Volturi does not give second chances,” Demetri leans in close to your neck, impossibly close. Your breath hitches as the as the air from his whisper tickles the crook of your neck. “However, you’re too radiant to dispose of.” His gaze meets yours again, this time softer. You cock your head slightly, confused. “I imagine I’ll have to have you serve your sentence in such a way that I see fit.”

Demetri’s eyes rake over you, eyelids lowered seductively with a wolfish and dominating grin. You hardly notice how Demetri has removed his hand from your shoulder until it was abruptly tangled and fisted within your hair. With a startled cry, you found Demetri’s other hand wandering across your body, wildly groping at your chest and ass as his mouth attacks your throat.

Demetri lets out a soft groan as you can feel his erection grinding against your thigh. Arousal spikes within you, his hands slipping below your pants, teasing you deliciously through your underwear.

A low moan makes its way out of your mouth. Demetri halts his teasing to undo his pants. He pulls out his stiffened cock, pumping it with a few strokes, spreading his precum over the shaft. He stares at you expectingly, you nod, giving him your consent. “Please,” you implore him, “Make an example of me.”

“Such a willing miscreant,” Demetri gives your hair a light tug, “I’ll be sure to remember your compliance after dealing with you accordingly.”

Harsh moans erupt from the both of you as Demetri eases himself inside you. His pace is slow, yet exceedingly rough, feeling every wave of thrusts throughout your whole body. After letting out some particularly guttural loans, Demetri’s mouth attacks yours once again, muffling any sounds that you were making.

“Look at you,” he grunts. You feel the tight grip of Demetri’s hands around your hips, holding you in place against the wall. “A lawbreaker… completely at the… m-mercy of the Volturi’s most powerful tracker.”

The scenario you two thought of was becoming increasingly more arousing with the way he spoke to you as if you were criminal scum. The special brand of degradation has you feeling spineless, uttering incoherent moans, just barely getting out his name.

“F-fucking you so good you can’t even get the words out, huh?” he grunts in between thrusts. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice and Demetri can tell by the sound of your breathing becoming more labored. He picks up the pace, and you grip onto him, holding on for dear life. With the ferocity of his strokes, you can feel yourself being practically slammed into against the wall with minimal pain thanks to your vampire strength. Your eyes glaze over him pleadingly. “This is how we deal with outlaws like you… and you will remember this punishment for the rest of your immortal life.” He grits out.

You come, almost ceremoniously at Demetri’s sensual display of dominance. As you scream and whimper your way through your orgasm, Demetri isn’t far behind you, pulling out and shooting his venomous load on ground beside you. You almost collapse onto him, legs stiff from being held against the wall for so long.

“Are you alright, darling?” Demetri asks, dropping the ‘tough guard’ act.

You nod. “Of course,” you steady yourself, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “You are an amazing actor by the way.”

“Could say the same thing about you,” he compliments “…Miscreant.” He winks.

You let out a coquettish chuckle. “Keep calling me that and we’ll have to think of another storyline for round two.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #demetri x reader #demetri volturi x reader #demetri x you #demetri volturi x you #twilight saga imagine #twilight saga x reader #volturi x reader #twilight smut #demetri volturi smut #mia writes twilight!!!

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strkie · 10 months

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an understanding. peter pevensie x male, immortal, reader.

peter meets you like a spark to a flame, smitten and happy with you more than he ever thought he would be with someone else. but he won’t be in narnia forever.

notes. i just rewatched all the narnia movies so. yeah. i love him.

details. no warnings. he/him pronouns. set in the end of the second movie.

Peter first meets you on a natural, firefly night. The first thing he really, truly knows about you is the fact you don't pity him but rather you understand him on a level he never thought he would see again.

When Peter meets you, you know the legends of the High King better than anyone he's ever met. You don't talk outright about them to him at first, but the little things, the little details is what he picks up on when you sit down next to him on soft moss. The sky is littered with stars and the trees sleep, the castle is a ways behind you both. At first he thinks you're Telmarine, but that thought is quickly questioned. You have a way about yourself that speaks Narnia— the way your hair curls around your neck and how gentle your hands are, the soft glint in your eyes. You speak with confidence but in a hushed voice, as if you have been long accustomed to how everything is listening.

When he finally asks what you are, you laugh in endearment. Peter can't help but blush red at the sound of your laugh, the way it carries in the wind, and he is smitten.

"I just am." You answer him. "Immortal, is what I've heard others name me, but I don't care for a title."

"You can't die?" He asks impulsively again, curious. You only smile at him but this time it's sad, your eyes cast downwards and holding a certain weight to them. You hum in affirmative, and a comfortable quiet looms over the two of you.

"I was here before the White Witch, I was here during, I am here now and will be after." You say softly, sadly yet accepting.

Peter understands then, why you understand him better than others— You have seen civilizations burn and wither and have seen some just fade away. You have seen all the deaths, have seen the trees turn into a shell of what they once were just like all the other Narnians. You have seen wars and battles, have been in them, and kept going. You keep fighting, keep trying, and that's when you earn his respect in just your first conversation.

When the days pass, when that fateful night ends, Peter can't help but seek you out. You are... curious, and captivating in a way he can't explain.

It's surprisingly easy to find you, afterwards— he only asks one of the Centaurs and they lead you to the nearest Gryphon flock, where in the center you reside. You calmly talk to all of them while they listen, sometimes they reply but mostly quiet, letting you clean and pick their feathered necks and heads. You are gentle and kind, and when you see him you look surprised but happy. He only smiles back in greeting, sitting down on the grass with his back against one of the Gryphons, listening to you as you continue to tell a tale. At first the story is nothing special to those of Narnia, filled with adventure and fantasy, but as you get further in he realizes you are remembering and retelling. The memories range many emotions, but you always tell them fondly, stroking a Gryphon's head in your lap.

In the weeks that pass, Peter finds you talking about a lot of things like that. A lot of memories, a lot of wistful thoughts, and he's always surprised about how kind you are even when the memories are filled with bloodshed.

Eventually Aslan notices, although Peter is sure the lion has always known.

"I need to speak with you about Y/N." He says once, just a couple days before Peter is going back to England. Truthfully, Peter has been ignoring that fact since he met you, knowing you cannot come with, but something in Aslan's voice gives him unexplained hope.

"When you leave tomorrow," The lion starts, walking in the castle courtyard with Peter. "Y/N will follow, and you will take care of him just as I have."

Peter's chest bursts with excitement, with hope, but he still doesn't quite understand. "But he's Narnian?"

"Yes, and when he leaves he won't be. He has been here too long, too lonely, and I fear I may lose him if he doesn't leave." Aslan speaks honestly, deep voice vibrating. Peter listens intently, a thoughtful frown on his face.

"You want him happy." Peter says, understanding.

"Yes, and he will be with you." Aslan almost looks sad about the fact you will leave, and that's when Peter realizes the lion has known you as long as the thousands of years you've been alive, almost fatherly. Peter stops walking to turn fully to the lion with a determined eye.

"I promise I'll take care of him." He vows, a hand on Aslan's muzzle.

When the day arrives and it's time to leave, you aren't as sad as Peter would've thought. Depressed, yes, but not overly so. You hold his hand rightly as you both say goodbye to all the individuals you've befriended, your chest filled with hope for a new beginning with Peter, looking at the Narnian skies with a unexplainable emotion. You hug Aslan as tightly as you can, his mane and paws hugging you back, and it's time to go. You walk through the portal of trees, a fear overcoming you, but Peter holds your hand and you know you'll be alright.

#peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie x male reader #peter pevensie x reader #narnia #male reader

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sweetrevxnge · 2 years

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter One

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter II

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Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to share the first chapter of the medieval/vampire AU fic that I've been working on for the past few months. Basically, I rewatched Game of Thrones and Castlevania and set out to write a Kylo Ren AU related to both. And what better time to start uploading it than Halloween!! My primary focus is still finishing Like Phantoms, Forever, but my goal is to continue working on and uploading this story as well. Let me know what you think of it!

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Icy wind burned your eyes as you rode under the moonless sky. Sparse trees passed by as your steed marched along the dark path, treading through the thick blanket of snow that covered the forest floor. Around you, delicate snowflakes floated down from the heavens, catching on the limbs of towering pines and landing on your cheeks, only to melt on your warm skin.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about this weather, with storm clouds draping the inky sky like a wool cloak, snuffing out the cool light of the moon and her stars. In the winter, nights like these were familiar. But not tonight.

This night was bitterly cold, the type of cold that even the thickest furs couldn’t warm. Now, after hours of trekking through the forest, you resented Commander Dameron’s decision for the squadron to not wear helmets. In theory, it seemed like the best way to increase visibility in the midnight hour. But now, with chattering teeth and a visibility of less than a few meters, you were less than pleased.

Commander Dameron had left his helmet behind at the base as well. Although, it was less of a rare occurrence for him. He seldom wore a full suit of armor, which under any other circumstance could be attributed to a plethora of reasons. Pride, confidence, or his incessant need to make his enemy aware that he was being slain by a more handsome man than he. Regardless of his reasoning, you didn’t outwardly oppose the Commander’s decision. If there was one thing you had learned during your time in the Resistance, it was to never question your commander, even over something as frivolous as a helmet. His orders came directly from the General, which meant regardless of your opinion on the matter, his discretion was final. General Organa was a pragmatic woman, and after six years of serving her, she had yet to lead you astray. You expected that tonight would be no different.

Covert operations were nothing new to you, having taken part in over a dozen successful missions before. Even when things became precarious, you were able to keep your wits about you and get your men out in one piece. It was for this reason that the General trusted you with the most sensitive missions, like tonight’s.

As you neared the location of the reported First Order encampment, trepidation rolled through your stomach. There was something uncomfortable about these woods, more than the typical unease of marching into the unknown, or the prospect of losing your men in a bloodbath. The forest felt suffocating, as if you were being swallowed by the trees the further you rode. Perhaps it was the moonless sky causing your skin to crawl, or the eerie silence that surrounded you.

In front of you, Commander Dameron was barely visible through the heavy snowfall, and further away than you would have liked him to be. But then again, that was how he typically operated.

His daring attitude and hunger for battle were just a few of your favorite qualities of his, with his striking good looks and razor-sharp wit following closely behind. He was a natural leader, often utilizing every quality in his arsenal to earn cooperation from his soldiers, including yourself.

The two of you worked well together, sharing a chemistry both in leadership and out in the field. Thanks to his effortless charisma and affinity for your presence, you had been his loyal right-hand for many years. The General could always rely on your squadron to extract the intelligence she needed, or defeat any amount of stormtroopers that impeded her cause.

For six long years, the sovereign state of Hosnian Prime had been plagued by war, its people forced to bend the knee to the usurper First Order or lose their head. While many citizens chose to submit their will, there were those who refused to comply, who sacrificed everything for liberty. The Resistance was born from their bravery, their determination to fight for what was just. It was their emblem that you wore proudly on your armor, the same emblem that inspired hope in the downtrodden and oppressed throughout the world.

The moment Vice Chancellor Snoke flaunted the severed head of Chancellor Villecham to the people of Republic City, you knew that fighting this war was your only option if you wanted to save your home. The carnage that ensued in the city square was nothing short of pure evil and to this day, despite the brutality you had since witnessed and partaken in, still made your stomach churn. In the days that followed, Snoke led vicious attacks on the remaining New Republic officials, with word of his violence reaching you and the other fugitives not long after. The destruction of Hosnian Prime’s liberty was the catalyst for your enlistment in the Resistance, and remained as the motivation to end this civil war.

You tried not to dwell much on that horrific day, but it was difficult to avoid on long rides like this, finding that your mind would often drift there when you were riding towards an imminent battle. The tight secrecy of this operation was unsettling, but what little information you did know was repeating ceaselessly in your head.

The purpose of this mission was to ambush a suspected First Order camp, one that was said to be housing a handful of its leading officers. By all accounts, it was meant to be a fairly typical intelligence extraction and execution, except there would be no execution, as the General had placed a strict defense-only order on this mission, meaning you were not to strike an attack unless it was a defensive measure. Such an order left much to be answered, but from what you knew of war, it likely meant that General Organa couldn’t afford to lose the men. It also meant that whichever First Order officials were residing at this camp were not vital to its operation, for if they were, the next sunrise they would see would be from the top of wooden spikes.

The General’s briefing was not unlike many of her others. It was short and eloquent as always, but by the end of it, she was practically ordering the group out of the room, rather than her usual dismissal of telling everyone to get back to work. You, along with every other person involved in this operation, were left confused by her behavior, left to your imagination to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t long before gossip began to spread throughout the unit.

A misstep from your horse pulled you back to the present, prompting you to soothe her fright before she could make too much noise. It was imperative to the success of this ambush that none of your men—or their horses—made a sound.

After a few strokes down her spine and quiet, reassuring whispers, her pace steadied. You looked ahead for the signal from Commander Dameron that you were approaching the encampment, but in the hazy clearing, his presence had been reduced to a set of tracks left into the snow.

The festering dread in your gut became unbearable as you continued to trudge through the dark foliage, debating whether or not it would be appropriate to catch up to Commander Dameron and share your concerns. You could only imagine the lecture you would receive from the General if you strayed from the plan in any manner, but at the same time, you trusted your instinct. Something didn’t feel right.

The crunch of snow beneath hooves and the light rattle of armor were the only sounds that filled the air. That was until a scream pierced the night air, sending a chill colder than the snow down your spine.

Panic rose in your chest as your horse reared off the ground and spun wildly, frightened beyond your control. You tried to orient yourself in the darkness, scanning the white haze for your men, as well as your commander.

Another scream followed shortly after, along with a string of cries from the soldier’s horse. One final wail sliced through the air like a banshee cry, full of agony, before the world fell silent.

There was someone else—or something else—in these woods.

The soldiers behind you erupted in a cacophony of confusion, worry, and pleas to the gods for mercy. You steered your horse away from them, more concerned with Commander Dameron’s safety than theirs. As terrible as it seemed, soldiers were expendable, leadership was not. Besides, if you fell back to help them, your fate would be the same as theirs—bloody and mangled.

More anguished cries rang throughout the dark woods, following you as you rushed forward, whipping the reins to keep your pace.

“Commander? Commander?!” you shouted into the abyss of the night. You uttered a quiet prayer as you waited for his response.

The whisper of wind was all you received in return.

“COMMANDER!” you screamed, your throat burning from the wintry air as you cried out.

Nothing.

With bleary eyes, you continued to ride, dodging the brush and rogue branches hanging in your path. It was then that a horrible realization occurred to you. Aside from the sound of your shallow breaths and hooves stomping, the forest was utterly silent.

Your panic quickly transformed into terror. The sounds of slaughter that had been trailing you had ceased. Whatever had been hunting your men could now only be hunting you.

There was no time to waste. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you unlatched your boots from the saddle and prepared to dismount your horse, hoping to be a smaller target on foot.

Before you could swing your leg over the saddle to jump down, an invisible blow struck the center of your chest, hurling you backwards through the air until you collided with the rough bark of a tall pine.

Bright spots filled your vision as you hit the frozen ground, gasping for air despite the ache spreading through your ribs. A high pitch rang in your ears as you pushed yourself up and staggered to your feet. The snow beneath you was stained red, and from the taste of copper in your mouth and the tender sore on your tongue, it was clear that you had bitten it during the fall.

Away from your sight, your horse neighed and reared wildly, galloping over the roots buried beneath the snow and snapping dry branches that covered her path. For a moment, you hoped that she was running towards you, that her senses would guide her back to you. But you were a fool.

The sound of ripping flesh and a final, harrowing cry from your horse resonated through the woods, followed by a heavy thud and a deafening silence.

You blinked the falling snowflakes away from your eyes as you stood there, rooted in the snow, trying to see which direction the midnight creature would attack from. Your heart was a few beats away from bursting through your chest, which would likely be a less painful death than what was to come.

The outline of a figure breached the snowfall, stalking towards you as you retreated on your heels, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through you.

As you reached for your sword, your limbs were frozen in place, as if your body had been wrapped in nonexistent restraints. Your breath caught in your throat. Resisting the energy proved futile, tiring your muscles and leaving you entirely defenseless. You watched in horror as the creature came into view.

“Was that you I heard calling for me, my dear?”

You could barely hear the question over the hammering of your pulse. The voice was low and brassy, and almost sounded amused. As it drew closer, you were surprised to find that the owner was not a bloodthirsty monster, but a man.

You lifted your chin and blinked back the tears that welled in your eyes, hoping to appear brave in the face of death.

“You certainly were difficult to catch,” he growled, stepping through the haze. “But the difficult ones always make for the best hunt.”

The man stepped into view, his dark armor a stark contrast to the backdrop of snowfall. In the drops of moonlight that spilled through the clouds, you could make out the details of his helmet—a haunting, black mask with silver ridges outlining the eye shield, gleaming in the waning light.

“What are you doing all the way up here, officer?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he raised a gloved hand to your face, his outstretched fingers nearly grazing your skin.

“I–” you began to say before you choked on your words. An excruciating pain split your skull, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation could only be compared to something found in nightmares, crafted in the fires of Hell for the most unabashed sinners. The tears you had fought to hold back finally spilled from your eyes, freezing as they rolled down your cheeks while the masked man rummaged through your mind.

“You’re a lieutenant,” he said quietly, his intrigue evident even through his helmet.

You didn’t try to deny his statement, all too aware that your rank was the only thing keeping you from suffering the same fate as the rest of your men.

“A woman as second-in-command…” He traced the back of his hand along your jaw, the smooth leather interrupting the stream of tears that ran from your eyes.

Slowly, he moved behind you, examining you how a butcher would inspect a lamb before the slaughter. Through the shield of his mask, you could feel his eyes roaming over you.

Acid bubbled in your throat as you stood there, helpless to the force that held you in place. The fate of your men seemed like salvation in comparison to what was likely awaiting you.

Would he take you prisoner? Would he violate you? How long would you suffer before succumbing to your inevitable fate?

Each thought piled onto the other as they raced through your head. You were grateful that he had released his grip on your mind, that your fears were known only to you.

Behind him, a handful of other men emerged from the night, standing in a tight formation behind their leader. The other parties responsible for the massacre of your men, you presumed.

“Sir, we were unable to locate the Commander,” one of the men informed him.

He moved closer behind you, pieces of his armor grazing yours. “Forget him. We have what we need.”

Before you could process his words, the energy around your limbs disappeared and you swayed, suddenly dizzy, like you had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. The edges of your vision blurred and despite wanting to kick your attacker and run as far as you could, your legs wouldn’t budge. The last thing you felt before darkness rushed in was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you as your body went slack, sealing your fate.

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101flavoursofweird · 1 year

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Dola!

Rewatched Laputa: Castle in the Sky and I adore Dola’s character so, so much.

We first see her when she and her crew storm an airship— she’s after Sheeta’s crystal necklace. Sheeta tries to escape (from Muska, mainly) out the window but then she slips and Dola screams, “MY CRYSTAL!” as the girl falls presumably to her death. While this is hilarious, Dola knows about the powers of the crystal so she knew Sheeta would survive. (Probably!)

The sky pirate mother and her gang then invade Pazu’s hometown, searching for Sheeta and her crystal. Honestly, if it came down to being capture by the sky pirates or Muska and the military… I’d go with the pirates. At least they’re funnier.

Sheeta does eventually return to Muska’s clutches. Dola and Co agree to help Pazu save Sheeta— I mean, the crystal. All Dola cares about is the crystal! But then Sheeta’s crystal gets lost and Dola decides both kids can join her crew… totally for Dola’s crew’s benefit and not for their own protection.

Dola lends Sheeta some clothes, and she discusses Sheeta and Pazu with her husband. (Who is also just totally chill about letting these two kids onboard!) But Dola isn’t going soft— not at all! She hears the kids talking through the pipes about how they might need to leave the pirates or find Laputa on their own… and she just smiles. Sheeta and Pazu are not prisoners.

When the pirates believe Pazu and Sheeta have perished at Laputa, they’re all devastated. But then they realise the kids survived and they’re so happy. Dola gives Sheeta a huge hug and mourns the loss of Sheeta’s pigtails. (A picture of a younger Dola reveals she also had pigtails in the past!)

I know Pazu and Sheeta part ways with the pirates at the end of the movie, but I’m just going to pretend they met up again later on. The pirates can all retire and work on Sheeta’s farm.

#laputa: castle in the sky #castle in the sky #studio ghilibi #sheeta #pazu #dola #You have waifish anime girls…#And then you have Dola #Funny and strong and caring #Larger than life #All of this combined to make Dola #Character analysis #I have no deep analysis just me fangirl over Dola

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arista-stl · 7 months

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Winx Rewatch: Season 1 episode 7: Friends in Need

Published a new chapter on my fic ! at bit.ly/3rwX3h7

Grizelda is a demon in disguise

They have to clean an entire castle, mind you...I can't even clean my room

The fact that the school has magic and the means to clean the castle in a matter of seconds but still ask students to do it just for the sake of punishing them

"What a strange object" Tecna 😭 See, cleaning is not a thing in the magical dimension. Zenith probably has robots doing all the job

"Ever since I've met you guys, I easily loose control" Stop it they're so cute 😭. Makes it even worse when in later seasons they make Tecna regress and act as if she had never had human interactions at all

The infamous bucket scene

"Indeed I see" 😭 Flora is judging her hard

Very interesting the way Tecna's mind works

Of course Stella is not cleaning

She's so insufferable 😂 Totally deserved what Bloom gave her

Ok but the way Musa is so mad that Bloom was going to do Stella's work

They're so playful

They really left the school to six teenage girls and thought nothing was gonna happen ☠️

I love how they were just like yeah let's call the boys so they can clean with us

And these idiots came

Mirta, you're brave but mind who you're talking to

The trix are the ultimate bullies

Okay so now we're suffocating students

You're not cleaning anything throwing your broom around like that Musa

The boys so want to leave 😂

Riven is the only one reacting realisticly. Like, imagine you come to a party and they expect you to clean a whole damn castle in exchange 😭

Someone burn my eyes what is that dance

I feel you Riven

Love the fits of the girls, too bad they're only in this episode, THEY'RE SO PRETTY

Stella, don't encourage Bloom, Sky is not worth it

Aww Timmy and Tecna weird but cute bonding

And of course Riven being a hater

Musa what the heck are you even doing dancing like that. The second hand embarrassment is strong with that one 😭

Eww, eww, "she's not bad huh", with that disgusting glare, I really can't with Sky

Some nice exposition on why the Trix are so sure the Dragon Flame belong to fairies

And here we go again with the moaning

Always thought the food Stella was offering Brandon looked like a boob

Omg the 3D 😂

Love how some specialists and some of the Winx can't stand each other (Riven and Tecna I'm looking at you)

Good old misoginy

And the Trix are just following Bloom without even knowing 😂

Not Musa abandonning Flora on the floor ☠️

Good that Stella was here for her

Why did Stella spray the beast with perfume, like, what was the point?

I can see the teenagers hormones acting up in so many scenes, damn

The beast punching Riven was satisfying, he needed to be humbled

Always loved the moment where they start doing percussions with the cleaning tools

Moral of the story: the girls are just better

"Next time you have a party, don't bother to invite me alright" Omg but they're merciless 😭

#winx #winx club #rewatch #winx season 1 #bloom #stella #musa #tecna #flora #aisha #sky #brandon #riven #timmy

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slytherinshua · 8 months

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tagged by @etherealyoungk @wheeboo and @rubywonu to do my lasts & currents !!

last song: closer by the boyz

last movie: princess mononoke

currently reading: nothing tbh i need to get back in the habit of reading but i'm so drained all the time

currently watching: the uncanny counter s2 (its a struggle), racket boys (going slowly), just started sky castle but haven't finished the first ep yet, spy x family, jujutsu kaisen as new eps come out, and i'm rewatching some other kdramas with friends

current obsession: the boyz?? and gyehyeon cause the obsession never ends

tagging: @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm,, @edensgardenn,, @tempobaekh,, @wonijinjin,, @zzinyl,, @welcometomyoasis,, @amxlia-stars,, @kyeomyun,, + anyone else <3

#zanna plays games!!

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grotesque-hallucinations · 2 months

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You're all about to find out how much of a fantasy romance loving sap I am. 😆❤️

Thank you @morgana-lefay for tagging me! You inspired me to rewatch Batman Begins and I forgot how great that movie is.

Top 7 Comfort Films

#1- The Lord of the Rings- Fellowship of the Ring

The Lord of the Rings series are my favorite films of all time, and I've seen them probably more than almost any other films. I can't pick a favorite but Fellowship is for sure the most comforting. 💚

#2- Tuck Everlasting

This is my favorite book of all time, but also one of my favorite movies. It gives me such a bittersweet sense of peace and a longing to be out in nature.

#3- Laputa- Castle in the Sky

I'm a sucker for Ghibli movies, and although this is not my #1 fav, this is the most comforting to me. It was one of the first ones I saw as a kid and it still makes me cry every time. A visually stunning masterpiece If you have not seen it, I HIGHLY recommend it.

#4- Howl's Moving Castle

Quite possibly one of the most famous Ghibli films but for good reason. It is still my favorite. I've never identified so strongly with both the male and female lead characters. It is very dear to my heart.

#5- Stardust

The adventure, the romance, the humor: This movie is genuinely a 10/10. Also the chemistry between these two on screen... It's just 😙🤌✨

#6- Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire

I was very much a potter head growing up, and all of the films are comfort films for me. Oddly enough, this isn't even my favorite film from the series (Half Blood Prince) or my favorite book (Order of the Phoenix) but I just find it so charming and adventurous. Very comforting.

#7- Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Idk if I even need to explain this one. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good 1800s romance between quite possibly the two most awkward people I've ever seen. Also the soundtrack is masterpiece.

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Let me know what y'all think if you check any of these out! I pass this off to @onewholecabbage @starlit-graves @myowndesign @teenage-monster @alexsauruss @mjrtaurus if any of you want to play along. 😁💚

#top 7 comfort films #fantasy films #studio ghibli #lotr #harry potter #stardust #tuck everlasting #pride & prejudice

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sidecharactersdomatter · 6 months

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Thoughts I had during TGCF S1 Ep 1

Note: I have just seen all 12 episodes of Season 1, and I’m watching the entire donghua in English. Now here we go!

-Is that a Jiao? (The red palanquin the servants are carrying the woman in)

-Welp, it sure got gorey fast, and the Jiao has been dropped.

-That Origami Crane has seen better days, and it doesn’t even have eyes!

-Don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… *Bride gets snatched* Okay, maybe you should’ve gone out there.

-An intense first start to a really interesting Donghua!

-Now I know not to skip the opening song this rewatch~!

-It’s an actual live Crane!

-It’s Laputa from Castle In the Sky (So need to actually finish that movie)

-It’s that town background from Genshin Impact (I literally know nothing about that game, and I’m not interested in playing it)

-It’s that bright light column from Legend of Korra (I haven’t seen the full series and I also don’t plan to watch it, Die Hard Last Airbender fan here)

-That was good animation, and the person running towards that light beam inspired a scene I’m writing my TGCF OCs Hong Hai and Qing Tao are running towards it to see who just ascended.

-Right after XL ascends, Hong Hai and Qing Tao then go, “Huh, Who is that?” Then everybody yells at them, “PRINCE XIE LIAN!”

KOI FISH!

-Why didn’t they have the “Most likely to be cast out of Heaven reward” in my High School Yearbook, heck I could’ve gotten nominated that easy…

-I wasn’t kidding when I said Xie Lian’s English voice was like butter melting on warm fluffy flapjacks!

-Ling Wen is a savage!!! She might the Chinese Equivalent of Athena or Themis.

-He has a fanclub?!?!?! (I might be one of the members)

-The Official’s Okay!!! And a badass!

-So much property damage…

-Yeah it kind of is, (Hehehehehe Last airbender quote)

-They are using Yuan as currency right?

-Not like the Matrix movie right?

-That’s Lucien Dodge

-Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!

-Really? He got banished over a tea break?!

-Woah they’re all just harsh on his return to heaven

-Those translucent viewing cloths…

-Is ‘mana’ how they say ‘qi’ in the Dub?

-Magic Sleeves of Holding! count: 1

-Aw he thanked her!

-He said his famous line people “And may all taboos be shattered…”

-It’s the Jasmine Dragon Tea shop from The Last Airbender

-And ‘Hear no Evil’ to complete the iconic Monkey Trio!

-Awww it didn’t land on his finger like in Book 1 (Oh yeah, I’m reading the first two books I purchased JSYK)

-She has him on Speed Dial (DCAU Justice League reference)

-I love how they both looked really pissed off at him, yeah XL it’s totally the latter option.

-And then she hangs up on him

-Green tea! (I hope it’s Jasmine)

-Hahahahaha he spat out his tea! XD

-Fu Yao, *Is sarcastic and rolls his eyes* Basically me: He’s just like me fr!

-Oh and they’re staring daggers at each other!

-FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

-Xie Lian’s such a peacemaker!

-The fact they responded in sync

-That explains the intense cold opening

-That mission briefing took the whole afternoon?

-See what did I say? Ghostbusters!

-Those people in the wedding procession do not look professional at all

-Hey I’m half Asian with freckles, and I think I look awesome so I’m taking full offense at your insult!

-I think it’s an unwritten rule that Alejandro Saab is typecast as a self serving asshole I’ve seen it in Nomad of Nowhere

-Wow brutal Fu Yao

-Well I honestly hope he dies

-He ripped her skirt, freaking bastard!

-How is he doing that without mana????

-Yeah beat his ass!

-Thanks Nan Feng!

-Yeah you better run

-No! Not the Tea shop!

-Aand he got slapped W H E E Z E!

-An abacus!

-The tea shop got fixed!

-Well Fu Yao ain’t wrong

-Hehehehehehe Dick joke XD

-Fu Yao’s giggle!

-“Go sweep the floors!” “What was that?” OOOOOHHHH!

-Don’t give him Cinderella’s chores Nan Feng!

-OOOHHHHH!

-FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

-That poor poor altar!

-Not only is it dirty but you’d be disrespecting the god it was offered to SMH

-Wow diplomacy really does solve everything

-He’s got her on Speed Dial too

-The fact that they stared at him together! XD

-Sees Bride!XL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’m Sorry XD!

-Honestly, Fu Yao, VALID.

-She fixed her skirt.

-Yeah right a few alterations, she totally fixed his make up calling it.

-Oh so now you’re smart enough to know Proverbs SMH again

-U said it Fu Yao,

-*Sees Bridesmaids NF and FY like* W H E E E Z E XD XD XD XD

-Is he smiling? I can’t really tell in the animation.

-I can see why this episode literally came out on Halloween

-The Jiao got dropped again!

-So basically ancient Chinese zombies

-So that’s how he was able to last longer than the previous bride

-That Owl again

-There’s that butterfly

-Well there’s his groom (Not the Ghost groom obviously that’s for sure)

-Oooooohhhh! Backstory!

-Pass me the Aux cord! You better not be playing mainstream garbage! *Turns on One Flower and One Sword and vibes like there’s no tomorrow*!

-My favorite song out of the Season 1 soundtrack!

-He’s out of the Jiao and in strong arms!

-Yep that’s totally gonna be important later

-Oh that’s how he was able to confront that bald jerk at the tea shop!

-That battle animation is so freaking fluid! *Chef’s Kiss*

-There go the wolves

-That looks really bad, and it explains his bad reputation in heaven

-Aiaigasa! AIAIGASA people!!!! *Fangirls like there’s no tomorrow!*

-It’s the same umbrella!

-I knew that kid was gonna be important, called it~

-I now pronounce you both husband and husband! You may now kiss the gro- I mean, bride!

-Don’t mind me, just gonna go jam to the rest of the ending!

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 00 PROLOGUE (pages 01-26 )

Maester Cressen of Dragonstone refuses to take his retirement lying down, instead, he'll take his retirement lying down. Meanwhile, Stannis's pursuit of the Crown is off to a shoddy start.

The maester did not believe in omens. And yet... old as he was, Cressen had never seen a comet half so bright, nor yet that color, that terrible color, the color of blood and flame and sunsets. He wondered if his gargoyles had ever seen its like. They had been here so much longer than he had, and would still be here long after he was gone. If stone tongues could speak... Such folly. He leaned against the battlement, the sea crashing beneath him, the black stone rough beneath his fingers. Talking gargoyles and prophecies in the sky. I am an old man, grown giddy as a child again.

Sounds like he's having a nostalgia fueled rewatch of Gargoyles. (That's a cartoon that ran from 1994-1997 for you young folk.)

Speaking of prophecies in the sky though: That description of the comet's colour really captures the up coming events in a nicely vague way. Fire, blood, and sunsets. (fire and blood being obvious, but 'sunsets' as in those things that happen right before the night falls~)

When pylos returned the girl came with him, shy as ever. Behind her, shuffling and hopping in that queer sideways walk of his, came her fool.

Ah! Patches! The guy they struck from the show completely and... has some kind of prophetic madness? Or at least he spouts nonsense that sounds like it could be prophetic if you know everything that's going on? Which kind of brings up its own thing about evidence and conjecture and interpretation done to fit know facts...

AND SHIREEN!!!! Hi baby girl~

"I had bad dreams, Shireen told him. "About dragons. They were coming to eat me." The child had been plagued by nightmares as far back as Maester Cressen could recall. "We have talked of this before," he said gently. "The dragons cannot come to life. They are carved of stone, child. -"

Hmmm *squints suspiciously* gimme a sec, I just wanna ... check a family tree... and a prophecy...

Okay, I know I said I wasn't here to drop hot takes, but I can't just let a crack theory this fun slip past me: Shireen Baratheon is Azor Ahai!!

I'm sorry, but Cressen's inner monologue really wants us to know this place surrounded by the salty is is smoky AF.

"- It was the Valyrians who raised this citadel, and they had ways of shaping stone since lost to us. A castle must have towers whenever two walls meet at an angle, for defense. The Valyrians fashioned these towers in the shape of dragons to make their fortress seem more fearsome, just as they crowned their walls with a thousand gargoyles instead of simple crenelations."

Okay so, are the ways "lost to us" like Egypt's trade partner's location and the recipe for Roman concrete was lost to us, because everyone thought it was obvious so no one wrote it down and then ... events transpired, or because the Valyrians didn't share their stone working technologies and... events transpired??? (So either way everyone who knew died out. Also: we've (and by we I mean an international team doing science) figured out the recipe, it was sea water, not fresh water~) Also, also, ngl, this castle sounds epic, I want to steal it.

"If the gods are good, they will grant us a warm autumn and bountiful harvests, so we might prepare for the winter to come."

I would love to know the logistics of the seasonal cycles, like I know GRRM has said it's magic, BUT. Is Autumn a proportional length of time? Like if summer lasts for X years then Autumn lasts for xx% of those years? What if the Autumn is really short? Can it be as slim as a few months? Weeks? Days?

What are the measurements the maesters are collating and comparing? day length? average temperatures or rain falls? And how do seasonal plants grow? There are some real world plants that need their sleep between seasons, like there's one fruit tree that literally cannot refruit until it has experienced at least a brief (but uninterrupted) period of cold (winter) weather. The logistics George! GIVE THEM TO ME!!!!

"It is always summer under the sea," he intoned. ... "Under the sea it snows up," said the fool, "and the rain is dry as bone. -"

hmmm, sounds kinda like underwater volcanic regions.

There was a single chair in the room, carefully positioned in the precise place that Dragonstone occupied off the coast of Westeros, and raised up to give a good view of the tabletop. Seated in the chair was a man in a tight-laced leather jerkin and breeches of roughspun brown wool.

I want this tablemap also. "Roughspun"= 🥛 First drink of the book~

"- That Lysene pirate Salladorhor Saan will be there with the latest tally of what I owe him, and Morosh the Myrman will caution me with talk of tides and autumn gales, while Lord Sunglass-"

OMG Hei Yanjing is in this?! Crossover crack is back in the- Oohhhh, Sunglass not Sunglasses. My bad, never mind. "- mutters piously of the will of the Seven." ooh, yeah, definitely not the guy I was thinking of.

"Why should I avenge Eddard Stark? The man is nothing to me. -"

Oohh, he doesn't know Eddard tried to get him the throne~

On the bottom shelf behind a row of slaves in squat clay jars he found a vial of indigo glass, no larger than his little finger. It rattled when he shook it. Cressen blew away a layer of dust and carried it back to his table. Collapsing into his chair, he pulled the stopper and spilled out the vial's contents. A dozen crystals, no larger than seeds, rattled across the parchment he'd been reading. They shone like jewels in the candlelight, so purple that the maester found himself thinking that he had never truly seen the color before.

oh, oh, oh, oh! These are, um... Tears of Lys? Strangler? The, um, the poison crystals that are in Sansa's purple wedding hairnet. I mean not the exact same ones, obviously, (probably,) but it's the same stuff? I think?

All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing - but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill. ... In the Citadel it was simply called the strangler.

Strangler, that's it.

... hmmm, should I add maester chain metal meaning to the drinking game? 🤔

Around her throat was a red gold choker tighter than any maesters chain, ornamented with a single great ruby.

And rubies. They also cropped up a few times in the first book. (mostly in relation to Rhaegar getting the snot beat out of him at the Trident, iirc.)

"A man your age must look to where he steps," Melisandre said courteously. "The night is dark and full of terrors." He knew the phrase, some prayer of her faith. It makes no matter, I have a faith of my own. "Only children fear the dark," he told her.

It's not the dark you need to be afraid of, Cressen, It's the things hidden by it.

"It is not too late to spill the wine, maester." "No," he whispered hoarsely. "No." "As you will," Melisandre of Asshai too the cup from his hands, and drank long and deep.

Kind of wondering if this futile effort by Cressen was actually an intended self inflicted death. If part of him knew his mind was going, understood that he was being removed from his post before he died at it, and thought "no, I don't want to die like that. I'll die doing something for my son."

He had to know he wasn't walking away from this, even if he'd managed to kill Melisandre, some part of him had to know it. Right?

Alas poor Cressen, we only knew you for a chapter, I'm sure you were just out there doing your best.

Experimenting with indents in the quoted passages. I just thought it might make the text blocks a little easier to read. That's why we have them in books after all. (unlike computers and digital copies where a few hundred spaced paragraph breaks don't matter much and don't turn a 500 page book into a 600 page book.)

I've also changed my profile pic to reflect the current book~

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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