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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Rosalie and Jasper talking about reader who is sleeping peacefully but had a nightmare episode a few nights ago

Can't Escape the Nightmares

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Human!Reader, platonic!Rosalie Hale x Human!Reader

Warnings: mentions of past assault, mentions of past rape, noncon themes discussed, reader is jasper's mate, platonic!rosaliexreader, human!reader, nightmares, trauma, ptsd, dark content, mention of blood, brief mention of murder/death, short

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Cradle (pt2)

Rosalie pets your hair with the tenderest of fingers as you slept with your head on her lap, head cushioned by a pillow. Your mate Jasper was off with Emmett and Edward for a boy's night. Which was quite unfortunate as he was one of the few who could subdue your nightmares that constantly plagued you. Thankfully you found the same sense of calm when you were with Rosalie.

She'd left a text to Jasper, telling him to come home when he gets the chance but that was a while ago. Maybe he didn't have cell service out there.

Drawing the blanket closer to you, Rosalie makes sure you're bundled so her naturally cold skin doesn't make you freeze. What she would give to be able to see into your dreams to make sure they were sweet. You'd been through enough in the waking world, you shouldn't have to suffer them again as you slept.

Was it really only four years ago that she followed the sound of your screams into the woods and found you being assaulted in the worst ways possible. When she saw you there, she was taken back to a time where Rosalie was in a similar scenario. There was no prior thinking involved in her decision to rescue you and kill the men responsible.

She didn't even know what she'd do with you once she finished killing them. When Rosalie gazed down at your dirty face and trembling body she was not willing to leave you out there by yourself. You were swiftly brought to the Cullen house so Carlisle could attend to you.

And from there. . . you and Jasper fell in love. You were there to stay.

The back door alarms ding, Rosalie nearly jumps to her feet before she remembers you were fast asleep using her for comfort.

She needn't even budge. In a second, Jasper was in the living room with them. Eyes brimming with concern when he regards your sleeping form. "Was it bad?"

Rosalie hums and resumes stroking your head. "She's had worse."

Jasper kneels down so that he could get close to kiss the bridge of your nose. You'd been doing so well this past month; no nightmares for several consecutive days and it looked to be keeping strong. Of course the one night you push Jasper out to join his brothers in hunting would be the night you'd get a nightmare.

"Remember what Carlisle told us." Rosalie reminds Jasper in a warm yet warning tone. "It's from her PTSD. She may never really recover. All we can do is help her when she's suffering from it." Maneuvering herself so that Jasper had easier access to you, he picks you up blankets and all.

He often thinks back to the day Rosalie brought you home. Bruised, naked, dirty and so terrified that your bottom lip couldn't stop trembling. Bright red was splashed across Rosalie's face and even dyed parts of her hair where blood had spattered on. Time itself had stopped in that moment. Rosalie holding you looked like a painting from Titian.

It was funny, the contrast between how Rosalie treated you compared to Bella. Night and Day. From that day on, Rosalie always kept an eye on you similar to a mother hen. It didn't surprise anyone in the family, knowing what Rosalie had gone through was quite similar to what had happened to you. A morbid, kindred familiarity that made Rosalie soften up to you.

"Thank you, for being there for her." Jasper whispers. Unequivocal tenderness warms Rosalie's eyes as she watches Jasper hold you.

"Don't be stupid." her voice mellow like a drip of honey. "Even if you didn't want me to be, I'll always be there for her."

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 8 months

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(Dark!) Scenario: Sexual Assault

Pairing: Dark Ethan Landry x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SCENARIO: Ethan's girlfriend suffers sexual assault.

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault (Rape!) + Don’t read the end if your heart is weak.

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The only person that would be more heartbroken than you is your boyfriend. You can see it in his face how much it hurt - broke - his heart that such a tragedy happened to you.

Blaming himself for what happened. He’s your boyfriend so you’re his responsibility. He should've been there to protect you, to shield you from the evil in this world.

But he’s here for you now. Every therapy appointment, every medical exam, every police interrogation, he’s always there. Giving you a shoulder to cry on, drying your tears away, giving you all the love and support you need.

He’s the only person that makes you feel better as your whole world shatters.

You never saw it coming. It’s one of those things that always happens to others, never you. And this time, you weren’t so lucky.

That whole night is a blur, only shreds of it coming back. It was Halloween’ night party and you went out with your group of friends.

Ethan also tagged along but you vaguely remember kissing him goodbye as he left early because of a headache but not before practically demanding your friends to take good care of you.

You remember the sharp lights, the banging music, the pushy crowd. A red plastic cup in your hand and while the content seemed normal at the first few gulps, it made you dizzy with a speed that wasn't natural.

You remember stumbling back to your dorm, you’re not even sure how the hell you managed to walk back in the awful drunken state you were in.

You never saw his face, quickly manhandled into the bed with your face shoved on the bed as he fucked you from behind. You’re grateful for the blurry memories you have, only fragments of it coming back.

The punishing pace he had, like he was taking out his anger on you. The brutal thrusts that lasted forever as he furiously chased his high, ignoring the pain he was causing you. How strong he was, body weighing heavy on top of you, his hands holding your body down, making sure you didn’t get away from him.

Ethan is the only one that doesn’t pressure you to remember things. Everyone asks for details - any small detail would help, they say - but Ethan allows you to hide in the darkness of the oblivion, maybe he knows that, deep down, you don’t really want to remember. You want to forget it.

What happened changed you.

You become more secluded, preferring the comfort of your house as you move back instead of going out. Nights out are a heavy no for you, not even your parents feel at ease with it and neither does Ethan, but you also don’t mind.

You join online college, effectively becoming a hermit. Hiding behind a screen makes you feel safe, people can’t judge you like that.

Ethan frequently keeps you company after his classes and the two of you spend evenings in a lazy but comfortable way, watching movies or studying. It’s a nice routine and soon you get used to it.

He always hesitates before touching or kissing you and you feel grateful that he’s considerate of your feelings. His kisses are soft and short, never leading to anything more. He knows you still need time to heal from your trauma.

You slowly push away your friends, avoiding their texts or invitations to hang out. Even when they come to visit you, you barely utter a few words. You don’t know why you’re doing it, maybe it’s a coping mechanism or maybe you blame them for what happened to you.

Maybe if they had stuck closer to you instead of leaving you on your own…

But it’s fine, you have Ethan and that’s all that matters.

Hugs make you claustrophobic but not his. No, having Ethan’s strong arms around you makes you feel protected, secured. Like no bad thing in this world can get to you.

One day Ethan comes to your house only to rush back to the college, having forgotten a book of his. You chuckle when you notice he left his phone behind, but you let it be. He’ll be back soon, anyways.

You only wanted to check for any games he could have on his phone, but the sweet collection of photos he has in his gallery distracts you.

It makes your heart melt when you look at them. Dozens of pictures of you and Ethan light up the screen and you fondly recognize them as most of them were taken by you.

You almost pout when they come to an end and you decide to check his cloud for more photos, he probably has more there given how he likes to keep everything safe in his online account.

But the warm smile soon slips from your face, heart dropping to your stomach as a video automatically starts playing.

And you’re in it.

It’s a bit hard to see, only a dim light illuminating the room but you know it’s you.

That’s you, pressed against the bed as Ethan hovers over you, his movements never stopping even as you cry.

Your boyfriend is the one that assaulted you.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere ethan landry #yandere ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x reader #dark ethan landry #dark!ethan landry #dark!ethan landry x reader #dark ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #tw: noncon

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Hi there! First of all, I want to express my undying love for everything you write, it's absolutely amazing the way you describe Aemond's character.

May I request something about reader dealing with her period and Aemond taking care of her (maybe he wants to know anything about it to help her relax and relieve her pain and everything turns to sexual, it's up to you, really) since I'm one that suffer enough during those days and it would be of comfort to read something about it.

Thank you very much!

That is really sweet of you to say, thank you so much! I appreciate you and your support!

I'm a stickler for canon, I don't write modern AUs, so am basing this on the rough time period that HotD is set in (medieval era) - religious shame caused people to go to great lengths to hide their periods, and they even believed that cramps were a divine punishment for Eve's original sin. Since cramps were seen as a punishment, people who were menstruating weren't offered pain relief medicine (mostly herbal remedies at the time). There are few records from this era regarding the menstrual cycle/women's anatomy, as most medical texts were written by monks.

With this in mind, I'm going to write this from the perspective that both our character and Aemond are pretty clueless when it comes matters of "moon's blood", but Aemond is a naturally curious individual, so we are going to get real squicky with it. Anyway, I've rambled enough - onto the fic!

Warnings: Periods, smut, religious shame, clueless behaviour regarding women's anatomy, slight hematolagnia. Word count: ~1000

She awakens to intense cramping in her lower belly and a stickiness between her thighs. Pulling back the sheets, she gasps as she sees the crimson stains on both her nightgown and the bed.

This is the first time she's gotten her moon's blood since her and Aemond wed. She had hoped it wouldn't come at all, they hadn't been married long, but their coupling was frequent. They were both eager for a child, though it was more than apparent that they derived great pleasure from the act of attempting to create one too.

This is divine punishment cast down from the Mother for not having fulfilled her duty as a wife, she is certain of it. Her body has failed to produce a child, so now she must suffer the consequences.

She groans as her womb contracts painfully and yet more wetness blooms between her legs.

Aemond stirs beside her, voice still thick with sleep. "Are you alright, my love?"

She huffs, shifting uncomfortably and attempting to cover the stains, as her cheeks burn with shame. "It is nothing, go back to sleep."

"You are in pain." Her murmurs, taking in her furrowed brow and clenched jaw as he rouses to full wakefulness. His right eye goes wide as he spots red on the sheets, and he moves as quick as his grogginess will allow into a seated position to pull them back from her body. "Are you hurt?!"

Hot tears prickle her eyes, her chest feels heavy under the weight of her embarrassment as she covers her face with her hands, unable to bear the shocked expression on Aemond's face. "It is my moon's blood. I am sorry. What must you think of me?!"

Gently he pries her hands away, his expression softens noticeably. Concern is now etched across his features. "Is it painful?"

She sniffles and nods her head.

"I will call for the Maester, there is likely a herbal remedy he can-"

"No!" She cuts him off abruptly, gripping his arm in case he decides to leave the bed. "This is my punishment from the Mother for not producing an heir. I must endure it."

He sighs, giving her a small nod. He regards her carefully then asks "Where does it hurt?"

"Here." She responds placing her hand on her lower belly.

Gently, Aemond coaxes her hand away, replacing it with his own. The warmth and gentle pressure alleviates a little of the pain and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmm." Is her only response as her eyes flutter closed.

His fingers drift to the hem of her nightgown and he pauses, looking back up to her face. "May I?"

She opens her eyes, looking at him quizzically. She knows Aemond has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but never anticipated it stretching quite so far. "It is unsightly." She whispers.

"I have lost an eye, it will take more than a little blood to startle me."

He does not wait for a response as he lifts her nightgown above her hips.

She watches, her heart thudding loudly in her rib cage as he drinks in the sight of the ichor that's smeared across her thighs.

Dexterous fingers coax them apart and run through the slickness of the blood that decorates their insides. He brings them up to his face to inspect, running the pad of his thumb across the red that now stains his fingertips.

"It is thicker than the blood I am used to seeing." He says in a matter of fact tone. "When people bleed in the training yard it is not quite so...viscous."

She stares at him with bated breath, not knowing what to do or say. This is so unbelievably crass she can't quite believe it's happening.

"Allow me a better look." He says, pulling her legs further apart and kneeling between them.

"I have got to be dreaming." She thinks. "Nothing like this could possibly happen in reality."

He swipes through her folds and she elicits a breathy moan. She is more sensitive than usual and his touch sends white hot sparks jolting through her body.

His gaze snaps to hers, a look of excitement bubbling beneath his usually composed exterior as he smirks. "You liked that?"

She nods enthusiastically, not quite knowing how to articulate what she wants to say. "It feels...it just feels more...more..."

Aemond chuckles. "And if I were to fuck you, do you think it would feel more?"

Her mouth falls open at his question, anticipation fizzling in her blood as she spots the length of him standing fully to attention against his lower abdomen. "I-I don't know." She stammers.

"Sinful, sinful, sinful." She thinks, but her mind goes blank the moment Aemond slips inside of her, the added lubrication of her bleeding creating less resistance than he would usually be met with.

He lets out a groan, eye screwing shut and jaw going slack. "Gods...your cunt...it feels..."

"More?" She offers with a giggle.

Her giggles turn to lewd moans as Aemond begins to thrust inside of her. Everything feels too much and yet not enough all at once. It's as though every nerve ending is ablaze with sensation and as the familiar ache begins to build deep within her, she knows she won't last long.

The wet sounds of Aemond pushing and pulling in and out of her, coupled with the slapping of skin and their mingling pants of pleasure create a cacophony that's absolutely obscene.

As she falls over the proverbial edge, her vision goes spotty with the intensity of it, her back arching off of the bed to push her body against Aemond's as she lets out a strangled cry.

The forcefulness of how she spasms around him rips his own end from him, and he spills inside of her with a string of High Valyrian obscenities tumbling from his lips.

He collapses against her and they both lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other's sweaty afterglow while they catch their breath.

Eventually, Aemond pulls out, watching with fascination as his seed mixed with her blood trickles from her.

"We should do this again." He muses quietly.

"My pain has gone." She says, a tinge of surprised wonder in her tone.

He stares at her, almost prideful. "Then we are definitely doing this again."

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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Pit Babe Jeff x Alan & Kenta x Pete Colors Ep. 11

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

Disclaimer: I've been listening to Drake's "You Broke My Heart (Fuck My Ex)" on repeat for over two hours, so I'm *in* my feels, and all of them are salty.

Jeffrey, the red? Really?! Is it because you are looking at Barbie suffering and know the truth?! YOU KNOW, MOTHERF*CKER!

Love that Pete's side starts with the blue-est drink because he is a GOOD MAN, while Waymond's side begins with the non-blue side since he cannot pick a side in this color war!

Peter, I know you were a red, but I also notice you in that blue blazer, and the way you look at Waymond. I wish Waymond could see that no matter how much the red may linger, he NEEDS to make a choice. Be blue. Commit to it, Way Way.

Babe is back in black, Alan is blue, and Jeffrey is a LIAR!

"You broke my heart. I had my doubts about you from the start! I swear you're dead to me. Does Mercedes make a hearse? FUCK MY EX!"

All I'm getting out of this is Jeffrey and Charles have a dad and Decanus was the fall guy for this very-dumb-plan. I am not a Dean apologist, but I am very much on his side, without a doubt, no hesitation.

Alan Scale - 12/10. Why?! WHY?! It's not even the damn outfits. IT'S THE RED TUBE OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT Y'ALL ARE SHARING! Are y'all secret agents?! Do y'all have superpowers? What in the hell is y'alls deal?!

KIMBERLY! Not wearing red. I wouldn't either. Fuck them hoes. You're a free man now. I love you and I like you.

Alan, you have never done anything wrong (expect apologize to lying Jeffrey), and you using the blue tube of product placement is healing my soul. I love you. I like you. I respect you.

Pete in the blue shirt too! My holy trinity is coming through. Kimberly, Alan, and Peter, you are good men, and I have never doubted you. You three will save the day like the PowerPuff Girls. Sugar, Spice, and Chemical-X. Beat the hell out of Mojo Jojo Big Red. And in case it's not clear: Alan = Buttercup, Kim = Blossom, Pete = Bubbles

Kentana, why do you have spies at Bubbles' place?! You were spying on him in the woods, and y'all had that moment. Why are you so obsessed with him?

Jeffrey, in the blue. Better be telling Buttercup you're sorry for LYING and that you love him. You will never find a better man. NEVER!

Oh, are you telling him that?!

I think you are! There is pink!

Buttercup, these was cheesy af, and I'm disgusted at myself for smiling when the hearts connected.

POP OFF, SIR! Sex on the blue bed!

Sex in the blue shower!

Cuddles in the blue bathroom! Jeffrey is gonna be blue one way or another, even if Alan has to -redacted- it into him.

Big Red did wear red once?! Color me shocked, but who are these kids in the past? A blue kid and red kid? Which one are you, Kentana?

I love that the blue is *right* there next to Kentana, yet he stays in the black. He is a Black Brooder, but he is blue-adjacent, and I just do not understand why he can't be loyal to the blue instead of the red.

Oh, wait! Was that them as kids?! Pete, in his red pants, emerged from the blue (because he has always been a GOOD MAN!), but . . . that means Kentana was the little blue kid? Kentana, what made you go black? The abuse? The manipulation? You and Barbara are the same text, but different font, and I just need you to be better. Kiss Peter and let him heal you because this is the second time you have pushed him against a wall, and I think you want any excuse to be on him.

Waymond, I'm stressed over your ass. Color-coded boys in love get happy endings, and unlike Kentana who is color coded black and Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog who are just pure color chaos, you refuse to pick a damn color. And do you know what that means? No happy endings. You are paired with Peter, and he is trying with you, but it's episode 11 and you haven't solidified your color. Are you black? Are you blue? Are you red? Are you gonna kiss Peter because if not, Kentana sure looks like he will? ARE YOU GOING TO GET A HAPPY ENDING?!

Peter, always in the blue! ALWAYS! Give that blue to Waymond. Give that blue to Kentana. And kiss them! I cannot support Waymond and Kentana's wrongs if they don't kiss a boy (with consent, Waymond!)

KENTANA! In the dark, again. Pete is always coming from the blue, and you are always in the dark. SEE THE LIGHT, KENTANA!

Oh my god! The dark versus light. Y'all were best buddies since childhood. Quit your shit, Kentana. You are a good guy in there. I saw it in the beginning when you looked sad that Barbie was being hit, but I need you to act! I need you to do something, and I'm hoping it won't be sacrificing yourself. Kiss a man! Kiss Kimberly already! You and Waymond are scaring me!

OH SHIT!

Pete. Liked. It.

Waymond. Waymundo. Way. I thought you were supposed to be with Peter and Kimberly and Kentana would be the new Kardashians, but . . . are you going to be the sacrifice? You cannot settle on a color. You haven't kissed a man (with consent). You are drinking all the time. You were taking pills to cope with life. Kiss any man so I can know you are safe.

FUCK!

Way, please touch Whiny Winifred and convince him not to do shoot. Way, please do not take a bullet for Barbara to atone for your sins. Barbie can fix himself if he is shot. Way, please do not do this to me. Please. I'm begging you.

Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 11 #way is gonna do it #he is gonna break my heart to redeem to himself #It's because I like Nut that I cannot be rationale about this #I'm gonna be stressed all week

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meowsequence · 1 month

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The paradox of white chest plate is solved!

Warning: 1) Heavy spoilers 2) Lots of text 3) My point of view may change later

Let's recap some "Fake Ending" and "Continue Game" events:

Elster enters the Gates and goes through red desert. Red is the colour of bio-resonance and Ariane's wrath and suffering, or, in other words - Hell. Loops are also part of Hell.

She sees many corpses which are not (!) results of "Leave" ending - these don't look like they died with inner peace, they are far from Penrose-512 and, most importantly, they are still in Hell. These Elsters just never found the Ship or didn't dare to come closer. Remember Ariane's "come closer" call?

This time Elster finally made it to the ship! But then she got injured by invisible strike. Invisible means bio-resonance and there is only one bio-resonant in Hell - it's very creator Ariane. She didn't forgive Elster. Red part of Ariane feels betrayed and who can blame her?

Despite feeling Ariane's wrath, which hurts in many ways, Elster keep going. She puts her hand on the ship and awful noise stops. She climes up Penrose-512 and tries to open the hatch. "Ghost in the Shell" reference shows that Elster does not care of her body, she didn't forgive herself neither. And she fails. Again. And she falls down dying. Again.

She's actually dead, just look at her eye at main menu! The tragic story of Penrose-512 repeated.

We chose to continue and we see memories of Elster and Ariane being happy (interesting detail - back window is blue here)

We coming back to Elster's dead body and see how Ariane's figure appears next to it. Then we see how Ariane's face blends into bandaged version. I guess we can read it as Aline taking over Ariane or it is Ariane's other side kicks in as she looks at poor Elster? The side that is tired of suffering and wants it all to end - the White (sorry, white won't be visible) colour side, aka what's left of original Ariane. (Is it a proof that there are 2 long-haired Arianes in the line-up, so either one of them Aline or Ariane has 2 sides?) And then…

Elster's last memories are taken out of Red Hell (and therefore - out of loop) into White (snowing) Limbo. Just same way it was transferred from dead Elster on Penrose-512 to Hell in the beginning of the game.

Elster opens her eyes and climbing back. She does not use the hatch. Instead she appears in Ariane's room on the same place where original Elster-512 died. She has another dreadful injury now - her heart was brutally ripped out. That is the scary price for another try. It is hard to admit, but love was the reason of Elster's failures. And now she's desperate enough: she gave a promise and she'll do anything. We see exposed blue bones, blue is Elster's colour. And Ariane accepts Elster's hart as a sacrifice and… forgives her?

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Remember that we are still in White Limbo, outside loops of Red Hell. Another Elster's body we find by the cryo-pod is not a result of other in-Hell endings! It shows us WHERE and HOW we should have died! Arm/armour - is a sign of Ariane's forgiveness. We cover red chest plate and arm markings (the colour of Ariane's wrath) in white and blue - colours of Ariane and Elster. And that will protect us. Now she's ready to jump back to Hell. Now Red side of Ariane can't stop her anymore! What she's gonna do about it, huh? Except… hm… driving Adler mad and wake up Falke? >_>

#signalis #spoilers #ariane yeong #lstr 512 #signalis elster

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thissmycomingofage · 2 months

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Once Upon a time in wonderland is the best ouat season and you're lying to yourself if you're pretending otherwise. What other season gave us things such as :

"When I first heard about wonderland, I figured that the 'wonder' was short for 'wonderful', not 'wonder how we're gonna make it'."? "He may have destroyed a few pieces, but in the game of chess, there's only one queen, and she's more powerful than them all put together."? "I wish that if the knave of hearts dies, then I die."? "I wish to end Alice's suffering."? "You'd have done the same for me. You have done the same for me, now that I think about it."? "I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns !"? "You loved me." "No, you loved me."? "I'm clearly not attracted to nice normal women."? "My world is filled with wealth, and yours is filled with longing."? "Someone needs to make you pay for what you've done. That's just not going to be me."? "What kind of life is he going to give you ?" "He doesn't have to give me anything. I love him."? "Everything I have, I had to take." "What about everything you've lost"? "Everyday I wake up thinking maybe she changed her mind."? "Thank you for coming back. I know you didn't come back for me, but thank you."? "I just wish you felt something for me, anything."? "You had me, all of me, my heart, my soul, my life. And you toss me aside like a piece of rubbish, all for a little red crown."? "I would give up my crown, I would give up anything, everything, just to go back to a time when you loved me."? "I wish for my crown. I wish for my jewels. I wish for you to stop..." "My heart's costed me enough suffering. Nobody needs to die because of it. No even you."? "The laws of magic are there for a reason. They're not meant to be broken." "Neither was my heart."? "Let's make sure that heart of yours is still working, shall we ?" "What I want, what I truly want, is for you to know how it feels to be murdered by someone you love."? "I'll never move on from you, if you never move on from me."? "We already had all the magic we needed, right ?" "Know what your problem is ? You think your love story is the only one worth fighting for."? "You had real love once and you know it's not that simple. It's messy. It means arguing and making up, and laughing, and crying, and struggling, and sometimes, it doesn't seem worth it. But it is."? "Just be careful." "Come on, that's never been either of our styles, now has it ?"? "The best thieves never work alone."? "I thought you didn't know how to swim." "I don't know how to loose you either, Alice."? "We're mates. Good mates."? "It's always the same story with us sorcerer : at the end of the day it all comes back around to family."? "You never treated me like your daughter, you treated me like an obligation, like a part of your life that you had no choice but to tolerate. Like that creaky step in the hall, that you never could fixed. You just walked by everyday wondering why it wouldn't stop making the noise. Wishing it would just go away."? "I never treated you as a real father should. Instead I blamed you. I blamed you for your mother's death, I blamed you for all my unhappiness, and then, when you were finally able to find joy, I doubted you."? "I do not want to take another thing away from you, dear Alice. I only want to give you something, the only thing I can. And that's hope. Cyrus has escaped! Don't save me! Save him!"? " I want to thank you for proving me that it was real." "Wonderland ?" "Forgiveness." "It was for everything."? "I'll see you soon."? "...Bloody hell."?

Best season. Argue with the wall of text.

#ouat #show: once upon a time in wonderland #once upon a time #once upon a time in wonderland #ouatiw #text #oli schist!

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mayhemlovesenvy · 2 days

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Testing scenes 🕯💜🤍 (and also me yapping (wayyy too much) under the cut) (you've been warned)

Fixing the arc camp has proven to be harder than I thought,,, it's really damn hard to write 5 parallel stories at the same time in comic(?) Format, bc in the series it's a bit of each group per chapter (except the funtimes part but fuck them)

My idea is to just. Finish each group story and tie them up in the end. Shape of you time and they sing so bad cami dies. But since I want to give them more to do I confuse myself,,,, and also owynn didn't exist so I have to stick him somewhere, and also eak and ttrap do smth else, and also Margo is a whole thing

And Im going crazy BUT IM ENJOYING THE CRAZY. It's like suffering with math but instead of numbers it's just text and I do it for fun bc crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me into a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. The rats drove me crazy.

So. What are you seeing in the drawings?? Those orange/red blobs are fire thingies, and the bighead kids are around them :3

- bonnie, freddy, ann, aiden (who would be looking away from the fire lol)

- Meg, joy, bon and spring (but they're not by the fire)

- The nightmares (+ toddy)

' And then probably the funtimes + pup and mai

Where golden? Well with his dad + other rich parents + jeffrey and he's looking sadly bc damn. He wants to be there :( or maybe be just really likes looking at fire and wants to be closer who knows

is jeffrey who lets her go with her friendos !!!¡! Hoorrray jeffrey. Also gives him the lighter

Then golden fucking dies

And jeffrey is on a date with vincent :)) bc he can and he wants and I want them to, too

And . And this is where i go crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once

Bc yes this is about golden BUT ALSO it IS jeffrey's big moment as fucking well. The fire both from the lighter and the candle representing literally how he's warming up to the idea of forming actual, meaningful relationships with people. He WORRIES so he starts to CARE which means he starts to DO .

HE STOPS BEING A BITCHHHH AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HIM AND IIIII AMMMM GOING CRAZY. oh also Golden in that time decides to escape once they get back home but that will be a s2 problem that def wont develop Golden's father and jeffrey a bit more and realize how fucked up they actually are (maybe). And def wont end with golden left as homeless and pathetic for the joke I PROMISE I DOOOOOOOO

Okay. So. Um. The fire represents the want to have relationships (any type). Golden longs for fire (a family) Jeffrey lights it for him (show that maybe he can give him one);

but Jeffrey is the one asking for a deeper relationship to Vincent represented throught a candle (and asking for/having a date), or smth like that. Needs more work. Maybe. What matters is that Jeffrey wants more *with* vin (not of, with) while vincent thinks he overstepped wayyy to much and is in this weird attempt to gain control over it by sabotaging himself. The fire IS THERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM BUT IT WILL DIE IF HE WAITS TOO LONG OR IF HE BLOWS IT .. AAAAAGHHHHHHHHH. The chance is there and he has to take it. And yes Golden takes the lighter aka golden acepts the chance while vin... lets it drip..lets the wax burn him, but he will run out of time

#um. i got too excited abt this one im sorry #but then again this is just a tiny fraction of what goes in my head all the time and that is probably worrying #jeffrey save me save me jeffrey #jeffrey has to save us all #fnafhs #secret silly project #vinrey #vincent x jeffrey #vincent abston #jeffrey allen #gabriel golden #vincent is soo mentally ill i love him #me and the wet cat men that gaslight gatekeep malewife self sabotage boyfailure amd treathens people no matter if theyre 20 or 11 #fhs

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doomedlvr · 1 month

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You guys I need to show you this cause I can’t suffer alone. Obviously it’s fake, but you cannot tell me you don’t feel like you didn’t feel get hit in the face with a baseball bat by 2012 reading this post

[I [23f] created a 1:1 scale puppet version of my boyfriend [22m] and showed it to him during foreplay as a joke. Now he hasn’t texted me in 12 hours and I’m starting to get worried. How do I get him to text me back?

The title pretty much says it all, but here are some more details: my boyfriend of six months and I have had a pretty cut and dry relationship up to this point. I’ve always been what some people would call “quirky,” so pranks are sort of my bread and butter. He, John, has expressed that he really likes this part of me and I’m just happy to be with someone who can handle all of my zest, lol! Sometimes I worry that he doesn’t actually think I’m as funny as he says, but he always reassures me that this is not the case. One of the ways we really like to express our humor to each other is in the bedroom, for example I love to do impressions of mostly Disney characters (such as the “paperwork” lady from Monsters Inc, haha). He sometimes does them too, but he’s not that good at voices.

So here’s where I think I may have taken it too far: I recently bought a sewing machine to try and make cosplay costumes and stuff, but something dawned on me as I was messing around with it. This was the plan:

We oftentimes sexytimes with a habitual back rub massage sort of thing, and we switch off. And then we progress into french kissing and then full blown you know what. One very important fact to tell you is that John does in fact wear glasses, so I will usually make a point to take them off and put them on the table for safety. During this particular romp in the hay, I got a really funny idea about how to take his glasses off next time and I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked me what I was laughing at because he has some insecurity about his appearance, but I assured him that it was nothing like that. We had our fun and John went home, but all I could think about was this plan.

So the next day I went to the fabric store and bought a bunch of skin colored felt and wire framing and cotton and got to work creating a muppet-style version of my boyfriend to put his glasses on next time we started getting dirty style. Honestly, the thing was looking pretty good and I even found some clothes at Goodwill that were his style. I dressed the puppet in the clothes, hid them under my collection of squishmallows that’s in my room, and invited him over.

To spare you all the explicit details, we did start kissing and taking clothes off and stuff, but my hands were shaking as I reached up to grab his glasses. Instead of putting it on my nightstand I made a point to say something like “I’m just gonna put these riiiiight here” as I stretched over to the squishmallow that was covering the puppet boyfriend’s head and put the glasses right over his felt eyes. He got confused I think and looked back to where I put the glasses and sat up, as a felt version of his face (very easily identifiable by the way, John has red hair and a mustache, so the glasses on top left little question of who this could be). He was silent for a second then said “is that supposed to be me?” as I was laughing. I said something like “do you like it?” as I took it out of the squishmallow pile and revealed the entirety of muppet John.

“Oh did you make that?” he asked, and I stood it up off the bed and asked him to stand next to it. “See? It’s just like you basically!” I said, but he still wasn’t laughing that much. I think he saw that the muppet ended up being just a little bit taller than him (he’s 5’7 and probably insecure about that, the muppet ended up accidentally being a little taller than him, around 6’1 based on seeing them side by side).

I noticed his disappointment and did a tried and true disney impression to make him feel better. In my best Goofy impression I said “Well, looks like we should call him Big, John, Hyuck!” John just took the glasses off of Big John and let him fall to the floor, and put the glasses on the nightstand and sat on the bed for a while but we eventually went to Sin city but it was a lot more quiet than usual. He left after that, even though we were planning on having a sleepover, he said he wasn’t feeling good. I texted him goodnight and went to bed.

So here’s the ish: this morning I haven’t gotten any good morning text, or any texts at all from him, even though he always sends me a good morning text. I’m worried that Big John was a step too far and that normal john didn’t think the joke was as funny as I did. I feel like he’s just putting me in an uncomfortable position by not telling me how this made him really feel, even though I thought it was pretty funny… Is this salvageable or am I effed?

tl;dr : Created a life-sized puppet of my boyfriend to put his glasses on. But, I think it made him insecure, and now he wont text me.]

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asgoreandbud · 1 year

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Why i love ASGORE so much (o´▽`o)

Well i don’t really know where to start but i think Asgore is such an amazing character…the first part is a bit of prelude to meeting him so feel free to skip the ramble…

you first only hear of him (other than in the history book at home) when Toriel warns you against leaving the ruins and mentions Asgore in red text and telling you that he will likely kill you along with the other monsters. However you here of the same man as “Mr.Dreemurr” described papyrus who describes him as a nice guy who would gladly let you free from the underground. Undyne mentions his full name and clarifies that they are the same person when she talks about him collecting the final human soul…You hear of him a couple of more times until you finally leave the Core to get to the capital, Alphys tells you that you need a boss monster soul to reach the surface meaning that you must kill Asgore, she looks visibly distressed and runs off to her lab. At the next SAVE point, there’s no cheery message ‘filling you with determination’…there’s only silence…(this may possibly be do to either your dismay or Chara’s if you go according to the Chara being narrator)

You only first see much of him in new home. The first room is the living room with 2 padlocks welcoming anyone to come in and talk if they need to get anything off there chest (this made me burst into tears…but i can’t really say much since the game made cry 17 times) you see his home almost identical to Toriel’s. But everything is grayed out as if theres something missing…(and you learn about how he lost two children in one night and then having his wife leave him) the armchair is unused…he has crumpled recipes for the same butterscotch pie Toriel gave you, trying to recreate his old memories. There’s still snail containers in the fridge…he even offers food to any guest who arrives in his castle. You see in his room old projects Chara made for him. The diary in his room (more on that later) and even the sweater for “Mr.dad guy”…he longs for the past where he was once the father of a happy family…you finally enter the last corridor and then the throne room…Asgore turms around amd greets you…and then looks shocked. He’s in immediate distress knowing that your a human. He knows that his job is to take your soul but he still tries to comfort you. He’s reluctant to fight and gives you every chance to turn back. When you finally reach the barrier he introduces the magical seal of of the underground and offers to go back…if you decide not to fight he’ll let you know that you can take the time you need. Even just to take a short walk or read a book. If you go back he’ll ask…”How are you feeling?” He still cares. But once the fight starts he destroys the mercy button. Not because he wants to kill you but most likely because he believes he doesn’t deserve mercy…i wish there was a way to give him that mercy…At 0 exp if you’ve refused to inflict pain he’ll listen to your words and he’ll even be moved to the point of his stats lowering. Eventually all you can do in the end is to fight. I’ve never fought Asgore myself but once you reach him down to 1 Hp he’ll yield down and begin telling you the rest of his story. How Toriel was disgusted by his decree against humans…

people in the fandom have spewed hate on him for his morally ambiguous actions…but what could have he done? His killing isn’t justified in any way but he needed to give hope to the monsters…and he was filled with grief and anger toward the humans for killing his children (he knew nothing of Chara’s planned death)…with all that…and all that he’s been through, why was he so hated? i wish there was more empathy in this world…so many people have suffered and isn’t undertale about kindness and empathy toward others?

If you fight he dies smiling glad that he’ll finally rest in peace and justice will be served for his actions…if you spare him, he’ll offer to take care of you and even hopes to be a family again…but flowey takes that dream away before you can even accept…

Tw: suicide and if Flowey doesn’t kill him under the right circumstances (If you fought him already and spare Asgore again) And give him mercy, he will realize that his wish is just a fantasy and speak about the prophecy of the angel who will free the underground. Placing the burden upon you he compares you to chara with the hope in your eyes and knowing of your powerful soul. He’ll take his life and give you his soul…”I am sorry I could not give you a simple, happy ending…but i know that this would have been what my son…ASRIEL…would have wanted…” and then…he turns to dust…he was willing to sacrifice his life for the underground and hoped to repay his misdeeds…even though he never deserved it…

However in the pacifist route Toriel intervenes…and thankfully he’s spared…Toriel rejects him and Asgore asks just to be friends again but Toriel rejects even that…He’s gone through so much and even past the underground can’t reunite with the one person left from his family (I used to be an Asgoriel shipper because i so badly wanted to have him not alone again) He’s such an amazing father and husband who has led his kingdom through thick and thin. He still manages to be a strong leader and caring at the same time…he’s kind and understanding to Alphys for her mistakes and was like a father to Undyne…He’s such an amazing character and so hunky i mean…handsome…no no! I meant his majestic beard….oh gosh…>///<…(´,,•ω•,,)♡

(Mushy warning) Honestly Asgore is such a kind, strong and fatherly character that truly deserves his happy ending…here’s a list of positive traits of his…

~kind

~an amazing leader

~compassionate

~brave

~strong

~jolly

~friendly

~deep

~caring

~Romantic

~selfless

~purposeful

~just

~Loving

~manly dare i say it (unpopular opinion)

~and fatherly

…i just want Asgore to hold me in his strong arms…resting my head on his chest as he holds me in his burly hirsute embrace his beard resting just on my head…i so badly want to be with him and for him to be happy again, and to be a family because Asgore husband is best husband uwu…and i think that in the end…

#Asgore x bud #asgore x reader #ask asgore #asgore #asgore headcanons #asgore december #undertale headcanons #undertale x reader #undertale #undertale anniversary #the last part get’s mushy uwu #undertale oc #undertale x oc #I love asgore #soulmates #i love asgore #true love #true pacifist

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Renovations with Joel Miller - 02

Chapter 02 - House Tour

You meet Joel by accident and find out he’s working in constructions. You offer him and his brother a job working on your house.

Based on the video game version of Joel, but can be changed to the HBO version if preferred. Taking place pre outbreak in Austin Texas.

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab reader

Warnings: This is my first published story, which in itself should be a warning / Reader is afab and has long hair, I will try avoid using any additional physical descriptions / Not familiar with the area of Austin, so most of it is badly googled or made up / swearing / smut eventually

It’s been 4 days since you met Joel outside Travis County Jail. You had to call him eventually. And you wanted to as well, but somehow you still kept pushing it off. Was it too early in the day to call? Too late? Would he even remember? Eventually you convinced yourself on sending him a text.

Hi this is Y/N – Your brother and my friend had some run in with the law on Saturday night. Let me know if you’re still interested to see the house up in Luling for a possible job.

You put the mobile down and focus back on your job. Mind-numbing as it was, it also takes your mind off waiting and overanalyzing. You hope that, should he come around to look at the place, he will actually be good at his work. You can’t give him the job for looking pretty.

Also.. His brother was in jail. You make a mental note not to bring it up with your brother should he ask. Your brother’s opinion means a lot to you, so the very least you were expecting a phone call between him and Joel, should there be any interest around the job.

Joel replies in the evening. Short and to the point.

Yeah. How’s Saturday looking. Can be up for an hour and tour the place.

Saturday is fine with you. There are rough plans to go for a hike, but you will be happy to accommodate.

You realize, your palms got a bit sweaty replying back, but you try and ignore it as much as possible. It’s a job proposal, nothing more.

***

Saturday comes and Joel and Tommy arrive around noon. The house is a little outside the main city, which was part of its appeal.

There’s a red gate. just ring me when you’re there and i will open it to let you in.

Quick greetings. It is a humid sticky day, and everyone is suffering equally. You meet Tommy for the first time and think about making a joke around him being a free man again. But Joel beats you to it by introducing him as the one half of Bonnie and Clyde.

You lead them into the kitchen and dining area. The house is old and slightly run down. But it is rich in charm and has a huge property attached to it. Similar how you grew up back home, which installed something very nostalgic and save within you.

‘I really love living here, but as you can see, she needs some work done. I think if you have a look around and make up your mind, you may want to talk to my brother about the project. He’s not here, but happy to give you his phone number.’

There’s no immediate reply so you just keep on talking.

‘Sorry, I just trust my brother’s opinion a lot. He doesn’t live here, otherwise the house would be done already.’

Joel nods at you and walks on to inspect some of the walls and windows.

He keep quiet for a while until he finally speaks.

‘How did you find the place?’

‘I was living in Austin but knew I wanted to move outside of it. I found this house in an ad, which I believe was up for over a year. Just really fell in love with the idea of what it could be. It’s messy but the space feels really great. Also Luling has so much history… good and bad.’

‘Yeah, they call it the toughest town in Texas.’ He smirks but keeps looking at the wall.

Tommy walks back in from the outside. ‘Spend endless summers here. Was a great place, expect for our parents.’

‘Tommy!’ Joel interrupts.

‘Sorry but it’s true.’ Tommy chuckles and looks at you.

You try and steer the conversation by offering water or iced tea. Joel declines but Tommy is following you to the kitchen area to have a look at your offering. You have a mini fridge and microwave setup, no other real appliances. He decides on iced tea in the end and grabs one for Joel as well.

You give the tour of the downstairs and upstairs of the house. Based on initial discussions with your brother you explain the rough ideas on what you want to achieve.

‘Ideally, I’d like to get the bathroom opened up. There is this small room.’ Everyone follows you inside. ‘If this wall is not needed, I was thinking of breaking it through. My brother said it should be fine. But happy to wait for your opinion’.

You look at them doe eyed and expecting for a reply. Maybe you should really stop talking about your brother so much.

‘I think it should be fine. You would just have to close one of the doors off. Makes sense if you don’t need the extra room.’

Joel looks at your approvingly and you force a half smile. Your hands are fidgeting again, and you hope nobody notices.

‘Soooo. I already threatened you with my brother all day. I will give him a call tonight and tell him you may be interested. If you do think you’d be up to the task… and take your time… please ring him up to discuss plans and money and all the fun stuff.’

‘We’re up for the tasks I can assure you.’ Joel looks right into your eyes and you wonder if your words maybe sounded somewhat insulting. ‘It’s just the logistics to worry about. As much as I like Luling, it’s not really around the corner from us.

Makes sense… unfortunately.

‘Sure, make your decision properly. No rush. If you do talk to my brother, … his word goes. He will give the green light or not, and I will pay whatever you agree on with him.’

You give him your brother’s number and walk them out.

Trying to read Joels mind is nearly impossible, his facial reactions barely ever change. Always a slight frown on him you think to yourself. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who converses in small talk, but you try anyway.

‘I was gonna go for a hike this weekend, but I think it’s a little too sweaty and warm to be honest. Know of any nice trails around here?’

‘There’s some yeah. The Ottine area is not too far from here. Has creeks and swamps and many nice trails around.’ Joel pauses and looks lost in his thoughts for a second. ‘I will text you the name if I remember any. We used to hike around there a lot when we were young. But yeah, bit hot today for any outside activity.’

‘Got into trouble a lot there as well.’ Tommy smiles. Joel just turns around and walks towards the truck.

‘Right we’ll be off. I will ping your brother when I get a chance. Let me think it over for a few days’.

‘Yes of course.’

‘Thanks ma’am’

***

I don’t know what you told my brother but he didn’t have a bad word to say about you. Coming from my brother that’s as high a praise you can get.

Your brother had called you and pretty much made it clear to hire Joel and Tommy. He came up with an agreement on how much you would pay, and what type of work would possibly be outsourced to other companies. Next month, he would hopefully be able to come over for a weekend to join you and meet Joel face to face.

You love your brother, but you also know that he wasn’t always the easiest to work with. It’s his way or the fuck off way. And though you generally trust him on any work decisions around the house, you hope Joel and Tommy could see eye to eye with him as well.

Joel opted for just calling you that same evening.

You have to take a second in order to be able to answer him.

‘Hey it’s Joel Miller.’

‘Hi Joel Miller. It’s Y/Full Name.’ You could hear the air escaping from him like a small chuckle.

‘I’m finishing up on a project here in Austin in about 4/5 days. So, I was thinking of coming over the weekend after. I think we’ll start with the roof. Your brother mentioned that as well. And I think Tommy and I can handle that.’

‘Amazing! I’ll be home that day. But I will give you permanent keys to house. You know how the gate works anyway. It’s just a latch.’

You start making mental notes of other items you need to prepare. Have some food and drinks in the house.

‘Fine with me. Do you need anything else from me until then?’

You pause for a second and try to go through the thoughts racing in your mind. It’s a bit too early for that. You’re not sure if that kind of humour would be appreciated.

‘Did you remember any of the walks around Luling or Ottine?’ You simply ask.

A real chuckle this time from the other line.

‘I’ll be prepared by Saturday I promise.’

You smile to yourself.

‘See you Saturday Joel Miller’.

‘See you Saturday ma’am.’

****

Saturday was approaching and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tiny bit giddy inside. He’ll be here to do the job. It’s a job! Just a job for him.

‘I’d like to get the scaffolding up today so we can have a proper look around the roof. It’s one thing to judge it from here, but it needs a real close-up inspection.’ Joel was speaking confidently looking up and back to you.

‘Whatever you need boss. Just let me know if I can assist… I assume that means to keep out of your way.’ You replied and smiled at him. Nothing.

‘Come on Tommy lets get the boards and rods from the truck’.

You offered your help getting setup, but were adequately put in place by Joel, who wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

You’ve been around construction sites your whole life. Mainly because your family home usually needed constant repairs. It was a farm, though mainly downgraded to family use only. You knew your way around getting frames up and concrete poured, but you also have three older brothers who took most of the heavy duties.

‘I got refreshments here by the way. Not sure what you usually drink, so I got a bit of everything. There’s some beers as well, and some snacks in the cooler.’ You gestured to the mini fridge and cooler in the kitchen area. ‘One day I dream of actually having a proper kitchen in here.’

‘We don’t drink on the job.’ Was all Joel replies. Tommy looks at you and then back to Joel with his eyebrows slightly raised.

‘Well, you can have some whenever your shift is finished.’ You continue. ‘Basically, whatever you find in here, feel free to eat or drink it. Or kill it, if it runs off.’

Tommy smiles. ‘Thanks for the offer, it’s much appreciated.’ Joel is still occupied with his task, so Tommy takes the lead and being appreciative.

‘Oh there’s some small shops in the town, about 15 minutes from here. Not sure if there’s any from back in the days. Bennie’s has good sandwiches.’

‘Used to be called Ruby’s. Man, that was a good joint.’ Tommy replies, somewhat lost in his thoughts. ‘Ruby was already about 80 back then but was around every day. Gave you a huge glass of coke, nicest thing in the world on a hot summer day.’

Tommy looks at Joel, who is still uninterested in the conversation and working the rods together for the scaffolding.

You wonder if Joel was just tired or consumed otherwise. The last call you had with him, you believe he was enjoying the conversation with you, though short and sweet, you remember him even letting out the occasional smile. Today he doesn't engage in one bit of conversation and barely even looks up from his tasks.

After the scaffolding was put in place, both Tommy and Joel go around the roof to get a better understanding of the issue. You hope they wouldn’t break your heart with any bad news. Repairs were expected but a brand new roof would put a serious dent in your future plans for the house.

‘Good news, the integrity of the roof is fine, it won’t need to be fully redone. Bad news, I was hoping we could do it just the two of us, but I will need two more guys to help with beams.’ Joel was standing in front of you, giving you the news as straight forward as you expected him to.

‘I can try and get them on board for Monday, possibly Tuesday. Will cost a bit extra, hope that’s fine?’ You nod without hesitation.

‘Great.’ He continues. ‘I will ring them tonight. We actually have to get going anyway.’

Again, you just nodded. ‘Yeah that’s fine. I’m not around Monday but you should have everything you need. If anything goes wrong, feel free to call anytime.’

‘We should be fine’.

Joel walks off towards the truck. You look after him and then turn to Tommy with your lips pressed slightly together.

‘He’s a bit stressed at the moment.’ Tommy starts. ‘The truck is giving issues and his daughter is sick. Should be fine, but Joel’s drained right now’

Daughter? Of course he has a family… Too gorgeous to not be committed and with a family. You hate yourself for not even acknowledging the thought before.

‘Oh,’ You simply reply. ‘I completely understand. God you didn’t have to come over today, family is way more important.’

‘It’s fine.’ Tommy assures you. ‘She’s fine. Sarah is probably happy he’s out of the house, so she can watch TV. See ya next week. We may still be around when you come back from work.’

‘Sure, see ya. Drive safe!’ You reply and watch them drive off.

***

You barely see them over the next two weeks due to your own work commitments in Austin. You receive a text from Joel nearly every night, giving you an update on the work and additional people they brought on. It was purely business and you simply reply with an acknowledgment each time.

You have the urge to ask him if his daughter was ok but felt it would be overstepping an invisible line that Joel might not be comfortable with. He shares close to nothing about himself with you.

Some days you are able to catch Tommy and Joel when they were finishing up and you were coming back from Austin. You offer them a beer, but Joel declines as usual. Tommy smiles and promises to make it up with you eventually.

‘Cheers to that.’ Was all you reply.

***

‘I have bad news. The truck gave up last night.’ Joel never really calls you, so you were expecting some big update.

‘Ah fuck! Sorry to hear. What a pain.’. You reply.

‘Yeah, it’s a pain all right. Thing is, I don’t really know how to make it down to Luling. At least not for a few days, until I figure something else out.’

‘Oh, don’t worry about this place. Just hope you and your family can manage without a car for a while.’

There was a pause on the line, until you hear a simple ‘yeah’.

Another pause until you continue. ‘You know I have that old mini van here. It’s a piece of shit, but it drives and is insured. Battery is giving up once in a while, but I’m sure that’s nothing you couldn’t handle.’

More silence from the other line.

‘Just offering, if you really need to. Not just for work, just in general until your truck gets fixed.’

‘You think that would be all right?’

‘Yeah.’ You reply without a second delay. ‘I always wanted to convert the van, but so far, it’s just been standing around in three different states. Someone might as well use it.’

Joel replies with a low rumble to acknowledge your last offering. He’s thinking about it, you think to yourself.

‘I can bring it over next weekend. Just need one of you to drive me back here.’

‘Yeah that's doable. I have a soccer game on Sunday, so Saturday would suit me better. You ok with that?’

‘I’m ok with that. Send me your address or where you want to meet, please.’

‘Will send you now. Thanks for the offer.’

You believe his tone got softer, for the first time in weeks it felt like he let his guard down just a little, right there.

‘See ya Saturday.’

‘See ya Saturday indeed.’

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #tlou #the last of us #Renovations with Joel Miller

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rose-arwen-padme · 8 months

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Suppression: Sneak Peek at the next chapter

Hello there! I haven't been nearly as active on tumblr as I've wanted to be lately, but I thought I might make up for that with a sneak peek at one of the final chapters of the fic. This a flashback, and experienced readers know the text of flashbacks appear in the story in italics. Because the segment is on its own here, however, I'm changing it to regular font for the purpose of this post.

For those unfamiliar with my fanfiction story, Suppression, it follows the canon/legends AOTC story of Anakin and Padmé's courtship-- with a lot of extra scenes added in. Here are some links if you'd like to check it out!

AO3 Link and Fanfiction.Net Link

A galaxy's worth of gratitude to those who have found/followed me on tumblr. This sneak peek is meant as my sincere thanks to you all.

Hope you enjoy!

IX. NABOO

Chapter 57. The Holy Man Returns

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. ― Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Don’t hold back,” I stated firmly. “I want them to be able to see it from the other side of the chamber.”

Rabé silently followed my instructions, drawing the makeup brush in the red pigment before reapplying it to my top lip. She was careful to mind the established lines so the effect did not bleed— ironic, as the color of the cosmetic was meant to symbolize spilled blood. The Scar of Remembrance deepened under her expert hand. The ceremonial markings represented the suffering my people endured before the Great Time of Peace. Since the day my term began, I’d donned the lipstick, face coat, and twin dots to solemnly remember an ancient history I had no personal recollection of. Today, it was my war paint. History took second-standing to contemporary threats. My pacifist home had an enemy… and we were losing.

I squinted at the blinding light coming through the window’s horizontal shades, but I didn’t move. Rabé had asked me to stand in the bright path of Coruscant’s sun so that she may better retouch my makeup. I obeyed the rules of my handler as devoutly as she obeyed the decrees of her Queen.

The tip of my tongue and the juices in my mouth captured the flavors. The red pigment tasted like almonds, as it always did; the white like sour candy. At least, to me. Sabé often insisted the white tasted how her aunt’s “nasty perfume” smelled. After a minute more of ministrations, Rabé retrieved a mirror the size of a datapad for a final check. She held it up from a meter away, and a ghostly white face interrupted by dark hues stared back at me. There was the red, of course, but she’d also filled in the brown of my eyebrows well— not that I used them much to convey expression when I adopted the Amidala persona.

Today had to be a careful exception. An exception to the usual brand of stoicism because I was here to plead a case, and I would seek to touch the emotions of those listening. Careful, because the Senator for the Trade Federation would be there too. For the sake of my home world, I could not afford to look unbalanced in front of him.

“Does it please you?” Rabé’s accent enveloped her question in its lovely way.

Weary of the weight of the horned headpiece, I only slightly dipped my chin in approval.

It was an ingenious trick— Eirtaé’s suggestion— to wear the ornate horns for the all-important event, as it added a significant amount of height and authority to my petite frame. The red and gold layers of my wide dress helped greatly as well. But although the adornments of arched hair and many tassels were counterbalanced by the full train of sectioned hair going down my back, I was still getting reacquainted with having such a massive embellishment on my head. Just three days on Tatooine allowed me to fall back into the comfort of being a regular girl again, with a regular girl’s braids. If I hadn’t worn the medium-sized, fanned headpiece during my strategy meeting with Senator Palpatine— easing me back into the physicality of Queen— the transition from simple handmaiden garb to this might have given me whiplash.

With my styling complete, Rabé stashed the mirror and went to help the others. Sabé and Eirtaé were storing the rejected wardrobe options back into my upright trunks.

The silence as they worked was deafening.

It was unnerving for all of us— to be a group of four, instead of our usual six. The compensating rhythm was awkward and… sad. There was too much space in the opulent room. Too much empty air. Fear for Saché and Yané fueled my growing impatience. It had been gracious of Palpatine to offer rooms to his Queen in his own apartment, but I was restless to trade these red walls and black statues for the audience I’d traveled here for— the audience I’d abandoned my people and run a blockade to be seen by.

{Our only hope is for the Senate to side with us.}

“How much longer must we wait?”

“Senator Palpatine promised he will be here to escort you before the special session begins.” If Sabé’s voice had an accent, it was one of lingering regal authority. Similar to me, albeit in the opposite direction, my decoy was still adjusting into her alternative-self. Her vocal cords were finding their way back to her natural tone after using the Queen’s voice, in which she’d been meticulously confined ever since we’d switched roles in the palace. It had been, by far, the longest she’d ever had to use it.

Rabé’s voice rang with concern. “Do you think it is as he said? The Supreme Chancellor does not have the power to help us?”

“Chancellor Valorum called for this special session so that I may address the Senate. I cannot believe they will allow the injustice to continue once they’ve learned of it.” Surely, the state of the government couldn’t be as bleak as Palpatine claimed. His idea of calling for a vote of no confidence had to remain a last resort. Even if Valorum was ineffectual, it was far better for Naboo to have an ally in a weakened Chancellor than for me to make an enemy of one. I fought back a nervous fear flooding through my chest. This would be the most important speech, not just of my political career, but of my life. “I have one chance to get this right.”

“The truth is on our side,” Sabé affirmed. “All you need to do is tell the truth.”

I dipped my chin in agreement, though I knew the theatrics of politics made it more complicated than that. My eyes dropped to the floor. After a moment, I closed my lids completely in order to concentrate. I hadn’t been in the Senate Rotunda since my time as an Apprentice Legislator. I pictured the unparalleled magnitude of the chamber. Its thousands of identical hoverpods. I would need to convince as many of their occupants as I could. “Esteemed representatives…” I lowered my voice into the Queen’s register. “Esteemed representatives of the Republic.”

I was fortunate the tone we’d chosen to hide our voices behind was pitched so low. It wasn’t unusual to the Naboo to elect fourteen-year-olds into sovereignty, but I was aware that many other planets— even with cultures populated by humans— did not share such a respect for their younger generations. Wardrobe, word-choice, timbre, posture, expression— I needed to broadcast the maturity of someone twice my age.

Wardrobe was complete, posture and expression were second-nature, and I was already successful at tapping back into the trademark voice. That just left the speech.

Back and forth, I paced across the blush-red carpet in my slowed, weighted walk. Three pairs of piercing eyes watched me work through the very best selections of Basic. I did not feel the gaze of doting handmaidens, but of frightened daughters. Sisters. Nieces. Each of them, just like me, had families and friends left to unknown fates. Each of them was as invested as me in the outcome of this nightmare— but their loved ones’ lives were solely in my hands, not in theirs.

The weight of monarchy had never felt so heavy on my adolescent shoulders.

I bit down on my lip without thinking and tasted the white pigment. Doing so made me realize how much Sabé must’ve thought about her aunt these past days.

{The Senate is full of greedy, squabbling delegates.}

“Esteemed repre… Honorable representatives of the Republic. Distinguished delegates.”

{There is no interest in the common good.}

Every sentence would be an opportunity for a catastrophic stumble.

“Chancellor Valorum— Your Honor, Supreme Chancellor Valorum. I have come to… I come to you in a time of great peril for my people.”

{The Chancellor has little real power. He is mired by baseless accusations of corruption.}

“I come to you under the most perilous of circumstances.” I shook my head. “That’s not it.” My stomach twisted in the hand of anxiety’s grip.

Sabé’s voice came from somewhere behind me. “What about, ‘under the gravest of circumstances?’”

But my attention had been caught by Rabé. She was speaking into a comm. “Let him in.”

As she left our room and moved towards the circular atrium, I felt a rush of irritation. There wouldn’t be a need for a security-comm check if Senator Palpatine had arrived. Until I felt comfortable with my heartfelt-but-not-hysterical, emphatic-but-not-weak plea, I didn’t want any visitors. I made eye contact with the others. “If it isn’t Captain Panaka, an escort arriving to take me to the Senate, or the Viceroy himself coming to announce his retreat, I do not wish to be disturbed.”

Eirtaé suddenly looked hopeful. “What if it is Chancellor Valorum?”

I appreciated her optimism but knew the odds of it being right were slim to none. I heard the entry door close. Soon after, I was sure I heard my name— my real name, the name my parents gave me— spoken. I made my voice loud. “Who is it?” My feet carried me the steps it took to pass the wall barrier and see the visitor for myself.

Rabé announced the answer just as a scrawny arm and a matted head of blond hair came into view. “Anakin Skywalker to see Padmé, Your Highness.”

Our eyes connected. I waited a half-second— just a half-second— to see. It was strange, that though the success of the decoy switch was a life-or-death matter, I wanted Ani to see through it. But the funny little boy who knew so much— who gave me his bed while he slept next to it on the sandy floor; who blushed when I embraced him after he victoriously risked his life to help us— regarded me without any sign of recognition at all.

Good, I reminded myself, papering over the unexpected disappointment. That’s a good thing.

He bowed like any nine-year-old without practice at it would. Ani wasn’t going to be a critical news-bearer or an escort. I wasn’t as annoyed to see him as I might’ve been by another interrupter, but I didn’t have time for this. My voice was curt. “I’ve sent Padmé on an errand.”

I inwardly— never outwardly— flinched at my blunder. Eirtaé and Sabé were behind me. Rabé stood next to Ani. Three handmaidens had come to the capital with the Queen of Naboo. Three handmaidens and a Queen stood within his sight. Luckily, Ani didn’t seem to count or care. It only mattered to him that the angel he sought wasn’t here.

There was something about the way he nervously twitched his hands that pulled at my heart. This child had snuggled into my arms in the ship’s booth just hours ago, looking up at me with trust while he cried for his mother. I’d sung him lullabies until he’d fallen asleep. Now, he was clearly intimidated by the imposing figure— the stranger— before him. “I’m on my way to the Jedi Temple to start my training, I hope.” He became crest-fallen. “I may never see her again, so I came to say goodbye.”

Never see each other again?

No, no, not now. Not like this.

He’d burst into my life so recently, and at such a desperate hour, but the concept of a final goodbye between us was surprising in its discomfort. And yet… was it? Anakin Skywalker had been the only person or reason why I’d smiled— even laughed— since the moment Federation starships arrived in Naboo’s orbit. He’d been my eye of calm in the center of an overwhelming storm. He’d become my friend. Now, I was supposed to look at him as if I barely knew him— as if this was the first conversation we’d ever had.

I’d never wanted to wretch away the Amidala mask so badly before.

See me, Ani. Give me a sign that you see who I am, or even that you suspect these words are coming from me.

“We will tell her for you. We are sure her heart goes with you.”

It was as much emotion as I dared to infuse in my voice.

He bowed respectfully. Again, there was no indication Ani wondered if he was talking to the person he’d claimed just days ago he was going to marry. If anything, I detected an emerging smirk at my headpiece, like he found it a tad much. Padmé would have agreed with him. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

I turned away, fearful that my mask would not hold much longer. Fearful he would finally recognize me, which I knew couldn’t be allowed. I kept my eyes on him until the last possible moment, dreading and hoping for the flash of awareness that never came.

And then he was gone.

After I heard the exterior doors slide shut, I stared down at the floor, as immobile as Palpatine’s polished statues. When I eventually looked up at the two handmaidens studying me, I saw surprise in their expressions. It didn’t matter. My eyes were already scanning the room for something precious.

“There was a gray, drawstring pouch. I put an amulet in it. Is it here, or was it left on my ship?”

Rabé walked back into the room and looked between the three of us. She’d heard my question, but she, too, shrugged along with the others. “I am not sure.”

“There are designs carved into it. It’s strung on a thick, brown cord.”

Eirtaé apologetically offered, “I didn’t see a gray pouch anywhere.”

I told him I didn’t need the Japor snippet to remember him by, but I couldn’t have lost it so quickly!

“It’s of great importance to me.”

Rabé looked perplexed. “Do you require it for your speech?”

The speech.

The hooded trio were scrutinizing me, clearly confused. They didn’t know if this amulet was a lucky token of some kind I wanted for a superstitious cause, or perhaps a literal bargaining chip important to a secret strategy known only to their Queen.

I opened my white and red mouth to explain, but no words came out, except, “No… I don’t need it for the Senate.”

Sabé accepted the situation for whatever it was. She nodded and declared, “We will find it after.”

Once again, I heard the endowed authority that was supposed to be in my voice instead present in hers. I clung to it. On a rational plane, I knew the level of wrongness I felt under my skin was absurd.

But somewhere very deep within— some ancient part of my young soul that spoke a language I was years away from understanding— grappled with the poisonous idea that I’d never see Anakin Skywalker again.

“Yes. Make sure it is not lost.”

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volann · 10 months

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Everyone in tgcf is a foil character (if you squint)

Here's pt 2

I will be writing this as I reread the book, so this is the first part where I'll write about Xuan Ji and Xiao-Ying. I may not remember some details about Xie Lian and Hua Cheng bc I haven't reread those parts yet but hopefully it won't affect anything important. And neither do I have the revised version nor do I know Chinese, so everything is based on the og version. (also English isn't my first language, I asked my friend to check everything but there may still be some mistakes)

I'll start with Xuan Ji, Pei Ming’s ex that burned down temples and killed 17 brides to attract his attention. So the thing that keeps her as a ghost is her obsession with the man that prevented her suicide attempt. Also she wears red. Yes, I will be comparing her to Hua Cheng here. And this might be a stretch, but the plot may be indicating that she's his foil because Xie Lian first thinks that Hua Cheng is the ghost groom. Anyway, it's more important how those two are different. Xuan Ji's final goal is Pei Ming's love and attention. She doesn't take into consideration his needs and feelings, her own feelings come first. This is their main difference. Xuan Ji broke her legs to trap Pei Ming into staying, died to make him grieve — Hua Cheng died several times to save Xie Lian and didn't care about himself. She cries about how much she sacrificed, like Pei Ming owes her because of it — Hua Cheng gives his ashes to Xie Lian and doesn't care what will happen to them. He only wants Xie Lian to be happy. Xuan Ji wants Pei Ming to come to her, while Hua Cheng has been looking for Xie Lian for hundreds of years. Xuan Ji blames Pei Ming for everything that's wrong with her and her life — Hua Cheng would never. Xuan Ji shows how dangerous an obsession can be. Her love leads first to self-destruction, obvious in her broken legs and her last suicide attempt, and then to burned temples and people's deaths (although she was a general, her actions likely affected others even then). Hua Cheng did burn down temples too, but only to avenge his love, who didn't know about it for hundreds of years. Hua Cheng builds new temples for him. And, in the end, Xuan Ji is as powerful as she is only with Qi Rong's help while Hua Cheng became supreme on his own– his feelings are much stronger.

It is possible to find some similarities with Xie Lian too: besides being a fierce general, she is incredibly beautiful (and Xie Lian is Flower-Crowned Martial God), and while she had a high position during her life, now she's just a ghost. Xuan Ji feels as if noone is on her side, the one closest to her — betrayed her (add two suicide attempts there, although the reasoning is quite different). This reminds me the most of Xie Lian from book four, but fortunately he did see good in people, and in the end the only one suffering because of his actions was Wu Ming. Are these similarities the reason why he doesn't want to judge her without knowing the whole story?* The fact that he sees himself from the past in Xuan Ji and understands the desire to have someone who will stay by your side no matter what? Well, he never judges anyone too quickly and I can't claim anything. So. When compared to Xuan Ji, everyone showes their good sides, wow, what a revelation, I know.

*It doesn't really fit in this theme but those words might be directed at the reader since there are many lies in the book. The first that comes to my mind is the fact that Xie Lian knew about Nan Feng and Fu Yao's true identities already in the first book, but nothing in the text indicates that. But we're not speaking about them (yet?). In case of the ghost groom we first know the legend, then Xuan Ji's retelling and, finally, Pei Su's words, which we perceive as the truth. Every time characters' motivations are changed completely. This happens with many stories, from Xie Lian's past to less important parts like this one.

Now let's speak about the character whom I didn't plan to speak about at first: Xiao Yin. It is possible to compare her to Hua Cheng, or, to be more specific, Hong Hong-er: everyone thinks she's ugly and bullies her. Of course, we only see this behavior from Xiao-Pengtou (I don't remember the "tou" part in his name but wiki says it so it must be true), and the only other person with at least some significance from her village is the teahouse owner who is more of a narrator. But both she and Lang Ying avoid the light and don't look in people's eyes, and in the end she says she hasn't had any good days in her life, which probably means people in general didn't treat her well. Another similarity is the fact that Xiao Yin says that maybe she was born unlucky in the last moments of her life, while Hong-er was literally born under the Star of Solitude. But, unlike him, Xiao Yin isn't angry at the world. Before meeting Xie Lian Hong Hong-er wanted to ruin the festival for everyone with his own death, and now Hua Cheng mostly cares only about the crown prince. But Xiao Yin drags Xiao-Pengtou inside the circle made by Ryoe to save him. I can't think of a better example but from some angles it can be similar to Xie Lian saving Mu Qing, but he had eight hundred years, and he doesn't really care about the past anymore, and the whole situation is different… anyway, Xiao Ying only wants to help people, especially Lan Ying, helps Xie Lian as soon as she sees he needs it, but in the end most of it is in vain (Xiao-Pengtou did die), even her death didn't change anything, and the only one who grieves for her is the bandaged boy. Remember Xie Lian and his attempts to save Xianle? There even was a bandaged boy too. Xie Lian might have lied to Xiao Ying because of it, but he does lie out of kindness quite often, so this may not be true. Back to Xiao Ying. No matter how hard she tries, people always misinterpret her intentions and look for a catch (you want to help this boy? no, surely you're helping the ghost bridegroom). This is a common theme in all of mxtx's novels, Xie Lian isn't an exception. Even Xie Lian compares himself and Xiao Ying and says that she's stronger. That's probably because in her last words, she wanted to overcome her misfortune. No matter what she wanted to help everyone, including those who mistreated her, and didn't even think of sending an awful plague onto them.

I don't think Xiao-Pengtou is important enough to write something about him, although it is quite interesting how he could affect everyone's actions by just being there — after his death everyone was sorry. He probably would fit into an essay about ruling figures in tgcf. There isn't much said about Lan Ying yet, and later we learn way more about Nan Feng and Fu Yao, so there are some things I want to say that are not about characters. The themes important for the whole book and many characters — desire for closeness with other people, striving to find someone who will understand you and will never leave, inevitability of tragic events, discrepancy between what you are and what people see you as, distortion of history — are introduced in the first chapters. All of them will be important in the future arcs and probably this is why it's so easy to find foils: we see how the same themes are explored in different characters. I wonder how many words will be used for more important characters if I wrote so much on Xiao Ying…

#i have been thinking about this since February #tgcf meta #xie lian #hua cheng #xuan ji #xiao yin #foils in tgcf

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numetalpuppygirl · 11 months

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Pepsi Can Designs Ranked

as you may have noticed i'm very into soda and beverage containers in general, and i've had pepsi on the brain for a few days so here's my ranking of every can design they have listed currently on their website. i'm sure there's been like a million others through the years and years that pepsi has been a thing, but it's just for fun and i'm not gonna make a list that's a full book long

13. Nitro Pepsi Vanilla

really don't care for the color scheme here. i get that it's meant to be the color of vanilla but it's just not the kind of shade i want to see on my soda can, y'know? it's giving pilk. big pilk vibes here. and the spray-paint logo doesn't pop, especially not when it's only the blue without the red. maybe the biggest nail in nitro vanilla's coffin, though, is those big ugly brass-colored block letters. yuck

12. Diet Pepsi Wild Cherry

diet pepsi already has this ugly tin color that doesn't exactly appeal the appetite, and all the additional detail here is like putting a lipstick on a pig. except the lipstick somehow made the pig uglier. the flowing red on the top and the bubble detailing just does not work with this backdrop, and their simplicity really becomes painfully evident when there's nothing else to occupy your eyes

11. Pepsi Caffeine Free

sigh. i wanted to like her, but i just don't. it feels so metallic but in the wrong way, reminding me more of a cavity filling than a winner's medal. this is a case where i actually wish they had used detailing instead of just coating the thing in a (surprisingly rather dull) gold sheen. what might have been...

10. Diet Pepsi

once again, it's just dull. soda is meant to be a fun drink, something that pops out at you in the grocery aisle. i guess maybe if you're drinking diet you may not agree, but either way this just looks like a dog food tin. here, i'm glad they didn't do any detailing, but it still just leaves it looking sad :(

9. Pepsi Zero Sugar Mango

has a lot of the good elements of both classic pepsi zero sugar and pepsi mango, but ends up being less than the sum of its parts. orange works with black since just about anything works with black, but it lacks any real sense of synergy between the colors. don't care for the bubble detailing over the more subtle black background, either; i get that it's there to give some more visual excitement but basically i just wish they'd use some other type of detailing lol

8. Pepsi Zero Sugar Wild Cherry

basically all the same issues as zero sugar mango but i like red and black as a match better than orange and black. moving on!

7. Nitro Pepsi

now we're starting to get somewhere. still suffers from some of the problems as vanilla, but that deep blue color is gorgeous, and works nicely as an allusion to the blue of classic pepsi without ripping from it directly. i don't even mind the details as much here, because at least they pop more against the colored background. white against blue is far better than blue against off-white. still don't love the spray-paint style logo, though

6. Pepsi

something to be said for the classics, eh? it's a lovely shade of blue, really, with a tasteful metallic trim and a halfway decent version of the logo. we could complain about the modern lowercase logo, but it's not like many of these other varieties are offering much as an alternative. except...

5. Pepsi Real Sugar

mostly the same as classic, same blue, same logo. obviously the text logo is different, but i'll be honest this is not one of the logos i'm sentimental for. at least it has some swagger though! now let's be real - the big draw here is the slopes at the top. see how they're shorter than the other cans? those are the bony hips of a lady with a harsh, narrow, boyish frame. and we love her for it

4. Pepsi Wild Cherry

(sorry some of these images are kinda fucked up lol, i'm trying to find ones that match the specific designs on the website)

ultimately just pepsi classic with some extra pizzazz. the red flow detail at the top is like an extension of the red in the logo. not too much to say, just a slightly snazzy option

3. Diet Pepsi Caffeine Free

ohh pretty pretty girl. this is what regular caffeine free wishes it could be. a nice delicate pure white background that doesn't need any detailing because it has that tasteful gold trim and elements of the logo. it maybe feels a little overly clean, but not in a sickening way. the design really makes me believe that this drink is gonna be refreshing. what a sweetie :)

2. Pepsi Zero Sugar

call me edgy but i'm just a sucker for darker black palettes. keeping it simple here: just a black can with the logo and some white text telling you what makes it special. it's purposefully low effort. it doesn't need to try any harder because it knows it has already done everything it came to do without breaking a sweat

1 . Pepsi Mango

complimentary colors? how fucking revolutionary!! look at that blue and orange palette - now THAT'S synergy! the bubble detailing is perfect here, although i wish it extended into the orange section. also a problem i have with basically all the fruit variants is that they just kinda slap a jpg of the fruit in the corner of the logo. could have tried to make the mango look like the circular logo or something fun like that. in any case, this is my favorite of all of these; it's bright but not blinding, knows how to use its colors, and just overall strikes a brilliant balance that's appealing in each and every way it needs to be!

that's all! now time to see if tumblr will let me post something with this many images 😓 thanks 4 reading!!

#*char noises*#long post #i don't have a can talk tag yet... i guess i have the gallery tag but that's for finds. idk i'll decide if i even feel like it #also i'm aware i'm basically just like. advertising for pepsi rn. so i'd like to remind everybody #that corporations are a fucking blight on this planet and should be eradicated #and besides i haven't tried like basically any of these besides classic so i offer no insight into their quality ok

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sidehugsnsideblogs · 1 year

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FCSU #87 New Revelations

Jonah's books were a revelation for Farrah. She was struck by the idea that she could communicate to Heavenly Father herself through prayer, and not by pleasing her husband and his family. Though the FCSU texts also spoke of Jesus, he was always mentioned as an analog for Royce or more recently, LeRoyce. Jonah's evangelism worshipped a very different man.

The passages on marriage stunned her, in his church women could get to know prospective husbands while maintaining their purity through courtship. And they could choose whether or not to marry them! If something or someone felt wrong she could speak up! The books still preached servitude of wives to husbands but Farrah honestly didn't mind that. Joyfully tending the home of a man she actually loved sounded one million times better than suffering through the torment of a Prophet and his many wives.

As months passed, she began to think differently. Her salvation lay in the hands of a merciful God, not a depraved Prophet. She still believed the general tenants of her religion, she was just rethinking the idea of polygamy and control. It seemed as though Royce corrupted scripture for his own needs. Since Royce would be in prison for life, may she’d be allowed to live out her life with her girls in service of the church, alone and unbothered. This idea gave her hope, she’d look up at the moon at night, wondering if her girls were looking at it too, wherever they were.

With a renewed sense of peace in her heart and faith restored Farrah's mood lightened. She took joy in the little moments of her life. Sunrises, sunsets, swimming in the river, watching a flock of wild birds. God's creation seemed so wonderful to her newly opened eyes. The only thing missing was her children. She knew she had to get them back. Somehow, she thought, they could all get sent away together. She didn't really want to leave the church, of course but as there were no longer regular meetings she could raise her girls in peace and teach from whatever books she wanted.

Back in the Prospect Abigail Brown was still trying to make sense of her own faith and the dissonance between the pious, quiet life she desired and her father’s reality TV gong show. Rumors had begun to swirl that there'd be a televised wedding for the season finale. The producers were asking more and more questions about love and romance. In one segment he asked the girls to write mock wedding vows. Abby scoffed: no one had unique vows in the FCSU, everyone just read from a script prepared by LeRoy Culton.

He asked another question: Would you prefer a single man or an established one with multiple wives and children already? A couple girls giggled and expressed desire to be the first wife. Abby thought for a moment. "I think I'd like to marry a married man." She said slowly. "If I had him to myself at the beginning, it might be harder to share him later." The room went quiet for a moment. Abby shrugged her shoulders back into the couch trying to contort her face into a fake smile.

The next day the marriageable daughters were led to a room set up with pairs of chairs and a sign reading "FCSU Speed Courting" once each girl was seated the doors flew open and a long line of men entered- the senior members of the construction crew. They were instructed to sit across from the girls in pairs of two to have five-minute conversations. Once time was up, the men would rotate down the line.

It was awful. The cameras captured every excruciating moment of their forced small talk. Abby had never been this close to an unrelated male before, her face burned with embarrassment. Her sisters' did too. The boys-and they were boys, young and fresh-faced could barely bring themselves to speak, much less look at their partners. Abby was livid watching the cameras zoom in on red cheeks and teary eyes. She knew how this would look on TV: a room full of awkward, backward hillbillies. Laughingstocks.

Her last match of the night was with Vigilance Culton, he was a son of Royce and an early defector to Elden's group. He seemed as tense as Abby, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on the cameras. "This is horrible." He whispered through clenched teeth. "I know." Responded Abby, thrilled that someone else could see through this nonsense. The two nodded slightly at each other in solidarity.

Finally the filming wrapped up. the boy's stood and exited first while the girls conglomerated in the corner, the younger girls still giggling. "See anything you like ladies?" Asked a producer. Abby looked deadpan at the camera. "Nope." She excused herself to her father's office. “Father what is going on with this show?” She asked barging into his office. “Everyone knows we don’t date here. And those boys! None of them are ready to start a family” She trailed off when she heard Elden clear his throat.

Elden was seated at his desk with Vigilance sitting in front of him. Abby had just disrupted a meeting! And what was Vigilance doing here? “Oh, I am so sorry. I’ll see myself out.” She said apologetically. “Not so fast, Abby.” Said Elden “Sit down, we have some big news for you.”

#fundie sims #fcsu #fundie tumblr #fundiesims #sims 4 story #cult blog #sims 4 #the sims 4

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thisisjustmefangirling · 10 months

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Merlin rewatch 1x04

That Camelot red vs Mercian blue is very Capulet vs Montague

Merlin admits the ways of the court are a mystery to him. Merlin, baby. You need étiquette training. Have someone teach you. Please.

Arthur, that outfit you put Merlin in is ridiculous, but also... a bit too put together for a servant ? It's not just the hat... Merlin is wearing a cape !

Merlin having a crush on Nimueh and thinking she's as beautiful as a princess is sweet 💕

Merlin making accusations without proof, in front of everybody, AGAIN.

Arthur accusing him of being an idiot and drinking, again, to save his ass and the relationship with the Mercians

Uther is ruthless and unfair here. Bayard was willing to prove his goodwill by drinking out of the goblet but looks like Uther decided that poisoned cup or not, Merlin would suffer from the outcome, either by being poisoned or being punished for lying.

Arthur protests, because he may be a royal prat but he's not like his father.

"Merlin, apologise. This is a mistake ! I'll drink it". Arthur 🥺

ARTHUR IS THE FIRST ONE GETTING TO MERLIN WHEN HE CRUMBLES UNDER THE EFFECT OF THE POISON

Morgana grabs a knife when everybody draws their sword ! I love her. I wish she hadn't been turned into such a villain.

The Mortaeus flower is guarded by an awful magical beast and Arthur goes "Sounds like fun" and immediately decides to go save his servant's life

The next scene between Uther and Arthur is really good at showing the difference between them. Arthur starts questioning his father and they both reveal their values. Uther doesn’t care who dies because to him the life of the future King of Camelot is worth more than a servant's. Arthur refuses to stand by and watch, especially since to his knowledge, Merlin has saved his life twice already. "Then don't watch", Uther says.

Morgana is GREAT here. She wanted to fight Bayard's men with a LADLE ?

"Spare me the lecture, I've already had it from Uther". Uther's kids are just really good at opposing him 😆

"Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right, and damn the consequences". "What kind of King would Camelot want ? One that would risk his life to save that of a lowly servant or one who does what his father tells him to ?" I love seeing Arthur being challenged and growing into the King he will be.

"He's getting hotter" The innuendos in that episode are comiiiiing.

Merlin speaking 💫 magic language 💫 in front of Gwen. I wish she had put two and two together before the finale...

Morgana makes me laugh ! She defies Uther and defends Arthur.

Funny how Uther sees his son as "just a boy" and Morgana goes "Have you seen your son recently ?" And tells him he's old enough to make up his own mind and have his own experience of the world. Is Morgana still Arthur's older sister in this story ? She would be older than him then.

Merlin moaning Arthur's name as he lays dying and feverish is gay. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

The idea of Nimueh as a pretty wounded woman in the forest is a great throwback to the original Arthurian texts, where young maidens were often on the way of knights as temptations or traps, steps in their quests.

Hell yeah Arthur's wrist move with his sword !!!!!!

You slay that cocatris by THROWING your sword !?

"Arthur, it's a trap". Merlin, he sadly can't hear you ! I wish they had shared a telepathic connection, it would have been so useful sometimes.

Though... How the fuck can Merlin see him and what is going on ?

Arthur's... pauldron (?) Is decorated ? I had never noticed before.

Arthur manages to slay a big spider with one hand while the other is hanging on to that rock for dear life. Impressive, indeed.

"It is not your destiny to die at my hand" please Ma'am it's only season one, I am NOT ready for season five and its pain.

"Go on, then ! Finish me off" Arthur has always been brave in the face of his potential own death.

That blue light seems so gentle and warm, and the music is epic.

"Leave them (the flowers)" Merlin stop being so selfless and let Arthur save your life, the flowers are RIGHT THERE.

"Faster! Faster! Climb ! Follow the light!" Once again, he can’t hear you... and how do you even know what is happening to Arthur ? Why doesn’t it happen again later ?

"Inform the King ! Arthur has returned to Camelot". Who the fuck are you to not call him PRINCE Arthur ?

I wish Arthur's red shirt looked fancier, nothing about it indicates he's royalty.

"Gaius knows what to do with it [the flower]. Put me in the stocks for a week, a month even, I don't care. Just make sure it gets to him. I'm begging you". Arthur cares so much about Merlin 🥺

Uther truly doesn’t give a fuck about Merlin's life... He saved his son twice, he is Gaius' apprentice, and he crushed that flower, in an attempt to teach his son that "there is a right and a wrong way of doing things" and he shouldn't be disobeyed. Asshole. "I'll see that you're let out in a week and then you can find yourself another servant". Servants are all replaceable to him.

Gwen shows then that even though she seems shy, she is also brave.

Arthur using the pretense of his own well-known arrogance to get the flower to Merlin by refusing the food Gwen brings him... yes King ❤️

"We're not all as precious as Her Royal Highness" that guard walked so Gwaine could run with his "princess".

"The poison was created using magic, we might need to use magic to create the antidote" dude that's just exposition at this point, you could have tricked Gwen into leaving without saying anything

You can tell Gaius hasn’t used magic in two decades... he may care about Merlin but he's a two faced bitch.

Merlin's heart has stopped and was probably restarted because his magic won’t let him die.

Gwen kissing him haha

Uther pisses me off so much omg, he seems this close to getting angry when Gaius asks him for a minute of his time. His arrogance is worse than his son's, because there is no changing him.

"She's a powerful sorceress, she can enchant the eye that beholds her". Such an interesting concept ! No need to change your face, you just make people believe they are looking at someone else.

Morgana looks so soft. I love her dresses.

Arthur seems changed by this experience. He's uncharacteristically humble in that scene at the top of the castle.

"I'm glad you're back" they were already like siblings... if only we could have kept that dynamic between them...

Uther, you chicken and liar, not telling your son the truth about Nimueh...

"You did the right thing, even though you were disobeying me. I'm proud of you, Arthur. Never forget that". Damn for once Uther is doing something right. Arthur better remember that moment, indeed.

Arthur goes to check on Merlin 💕 Like "omg are you alright Merlin ? Barely alive ? I still wait for you to be there tomorrow morning when I wake up because looks like after only four episodes I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore."

"Arthur ? Thank you"; "You too". WHAT IS THAT OH MY GOD SO HE HAS ACTUALLY THANKED MERLIN BEFORE THE DAY HE DIED ????

Arthur is so soft for Merlin omg <3

I don't understand why Nimueh wanted to kill Merlin when he is Emrys and is supposed to bring magic back to Camelot and free magic users...

Aaaaand in the next episode we will meet Lancelot. 😊

#bbc merlin #merlin rewatch

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