#it's not a marriage thing (i just realised that people might mistake it for that)

[dawndelion-winery]

A Proposition

Fake dating and contract marriages

Ft. Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaveh, Thoma, Zhongli

Alhaitham:

Acting grand sage, respected scholar, rich, young, handsome, there's a bunch of things that make Alhaitham an ideal spouse in name

Which led to a fair bit of unwanted attention

Unwanted because he knew for a fact most people found him quite the intolerable romantic partner - not that he could fault them, for he didn't exactly try to be romantic to begin with

So when you accidentally hold his hand while reaching for a book, he scowled at you, ready for whatever cheesy, unwelcome pickup line you might hurl at him

Except he only got a questioning stare as you asked if you had slighted him in some way

Perhaps it'd be good to have you around, keep his "admirers" at bay

Of course, you're handsomely compensated, his salary allows for that much and more

What he can't seem to allow is you holding his hand

Or making any sort of physical contact, for that matter

He hates how he suddenly finds himself holding his breath when your arms almost brush

He hates the way you somehow draw his gaze towards you when you stand beside him

This wasn't part of the agreement. At some point he asks you to live with him, under the guise of keeping up appearances

You had been dutifully fulfilling your role as his make belief spouse, surely that was why he felt so attached

His reasons are not reasoning, he needs you, he desires you

Well, at least the contract keeps you with him

After all, it wasn't so different from a real marriage, no? Both were contracts of sorts

Yes, he'll satisfy himself with that unless you try to leave

Ayato:

A high ranking official well loved by those under him?

Terribly popular, and yet a situation very unlike Alhaitham's

While yes, he had his fair share of admirers, the issue was with how he knew his staff keenly analysed every interaction he had, eager to spot if he ever took a fancy to anyone

After all, he'd been thrust into responsibility at such a young age, and the elder who'd helped raise him just wanted to see him happily settled down as elders do

So, as considerate as he is, he decides to ease their worries by taking on a pretend lover

Things move fast when you've the entire Kamisato estate and all its staff encouraging your relationship

Meals cooked to perfection, ambience dialed to just the right level of romantic and light-hearted to set the mood for your shared meals

And you will share meals, the staff ensure that much

Fake courtship quickly turns to fake dating, which turns into a whole ass Fake wedding ceremony everyone eagerly wishes you well with

Worst of all is how you seem to be the only one worried about the contract

Ayato? He hasn't said a word about it since it progressed to an engagement, easily going with the flow and taking you to choose a ring

Of course, you assumed this was part of the deal with how normally he treated it, but you couldn't help but be doubtful since marriage was a pretty big deal

You were inclined to believe Ayato was an incredibly convincing actor until he kissed you after he said his vows

"Despite the circumstances that brought us together, I have to say, I never quite expected you to find a home in my heart so easily. I can only hope I've a similar lodging in yours, and that you continue to trust in me, as you have thus far."

Kaveh:

He couldn't date - not when he only brought misery to those around him

It was what he'd gaslighted himself into believing until Alhaitham got sick of it and hired you to be his pretend spouse

You were quite confused when Alhaitham had approached you, not expecting a man of his status to require your services

Even more confused when you find he hadn't even sought you out for himself, commissioning you to play the role of his roommate's lover

Still, Alhaitham paid well, and surely, the roommate of such an esteemed person had to be good company, right?

Your jaw dropped to the ground when you realised it was Sumeru's star architect

Your worst mistake was probably assuming Kaveh knew about the contract

Poor guy was panicked as hell when you sidled up to him and slipped your hand in his

Until Alhaitham explained the situation and frankly, if you were doing it to make a quick buck of Alhaitham? He could respect the hustle

So he lets you dote on him

And it's nice...he fears...he starts to enjoy it

And he feels so terribly guilty because how dare he covet you when you're only in it for the contract

So he tries to open up to you in the hopes you start to fall for him even if only s little bit

And of course you pick up on it because Kaveh is a wreck when it comes to his emotions

There's no helping him once he's attached, he all but begs Alhaitham to keep paying you to stay

And you continue to take the money because cash is cash and it lets you spoil Kaveh

You're essentially given an allowance to be Kaveh's doting spouse

Maybe one day Kaveh will catch onto how you reciprocate his fondness, but hopefully not before you've gotten enough out of Alhaitham's pocket to live comfortably

Thoma:

As much as Ayato and Ayaka adore him, they do worry his life centres around being their housekeeper

They appreciate his work, truly, but they can't help but want him to have other activities he enjoys

Of course Thoma insists he simply enjoys his job, to which there's nothing either Kamisato can do about it except remind him that he's free to change his mind since they've complete faith in his ability to balance work and life

So naturally he finds you, a charming outlander wandering around Ritou, and proposes you pretend to date him

The story was simple enough, he was showing you around and you bonded over having to assimilate into Inazuman culture

It wasn't entirely false, since you did bond a fair bit over that

Maybe a little too much

It was simply so convenient, so easy to be together, that at some point, the two of you had quite forgotten about the deal entirely

That much made itself apparent with the matching wedding bands on your fingers

Zhongli:

Who more likely to propose such a contract than the god of contracts himself?

A loving spouse is simply part of the package to being your average joe among humans, he hears, so why wouldn't he try his best to blend in?

Of course, he'd never impose something like that upon his citizens and simply pick a spouse to his liking - he'd outgrown that immature, thoughtless, tyrannical phase of his life

Instead, he happens upon you in the lap of one of the statues of seven, absently tracing his stone chest as you murmured your worries

A strange sight, admittedly, but it wasn't unheard of for some believers to be...exceptionally devoted

It seemed he provided you some solace even in his "death", and that made you the perfect candidate

He courts you formally, conversing with you naturally like you'd known each other all your lives

But of course that wasn't nearly enough

He had to stand out, he knew that much

Which is why in his eyes, he let a bit of his old self show - the cold, reptilian gaze of his dragon self seeming to pierce through you

As patient and gentlemanly as Zhongli makes himself out to be when he's with you, he's nothing short of calculative

He feels the rush of heat to your face when you notice him glaring subtly at some poor fool who dares to cover you with their mortal eyes, he noticed the way your breath catches when he leads you with a firm hand on your shoulder, holding you close to him in a sort of half embrace

He knows you're falling

And in your infatuation, he is certain he's charmed you enough to make a proposition: be his. Help him keep up appearances

He seals the deal by revealing his draconic form to you, in all its intimidating glory

There's a different sharpness, a fearsome edge to him that you're certain he never had before and yet it has you rooted to the spot, eyes glued to him

There's a finality in his tone, a possessiveness as he presents the yellowed certificate to you, scaled, clawed hands holding a pen as he patiently waits for you to sign

And he knows you will

Zhongli is thorough in his act, so much so it may as well be true

As you play your role to the best of your ability, he plays his to perfection, the ideal husband

It's enough to convince you he truly did fall head over heels in love with you, and yours believe it if you hadn't been informed of the contract at the very start

Make no mistake though, you are in no way encouraged to believe it's an act. He will convince you it's real by any means he deems necessary

After all, it's a contract that will only terminate with your death, so why not believe his every word when he so earnestly takes care of you?

Happy belated birthday @zhongrin !! Hope you enjoyed your husbands<3

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Do you by chance have any proposal fics where Aziraphale is the one doing the proposing? Thank you!

Hi! We have a #proposal tag. Here are some fics where Aziraphale proposes to add to the collection...

Marriage is a Contract by cunzy4 (G)

Aziraphale proposes. Crowley says no.

I've had a thought… by sleeplessocean (G)

One warm day, two immortal beings relax in the cottage they've chosen to settle down in. There's a calm over the place before an angel gets an idea in his head that he can't seem to shake, and he asks what seems to be a pointless question.

Be my husband by candelina (T)

5 times Aziraphale tried to propose to Crowley and 1 time he did it (and he got an unexpected reaction). ~~~ Aziraphale’s plan was to do it in 2041. He and Crowley had been together since 1941, when the angel finally realised two very important things: the demon loved him and his feelings were mutual. A 100th anniversary was indeed a very special occasion and what better moment to ask the love of your life to marry you? It was a perfect plan. Unfortunately, a much bigger Plan had to ruin it all.

Count My Love by aretia (T)

After the not-apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley should be able to be together without fear. But the threat of Aziraphale falling still looms over both of them. Crowley wants to protect Aziraphale from falling at all costs. Aziraphale just wants to ease Crowley’s worries that their relationship is putting him in danger. They both come up with their own solution--switch over to the other side.

First Dates by agent_p_94 (G)

“A date?” said Crowley, pronouncing the word with the same emphasis as one might say, “A triple murder?” “You wanted to talk to me about going on a date?” “Well, yes!” said Aziraphale. “That’s what people in relationships do! Isn’t it?” After three years of post-nonpocalypse togetherness, Aziraphale decides it's high time he and Crowley partake in some Fun Human Activities.

How to Be Your Favorite: The Ultimate Guide based on Harlequin Novels, Self-Help Scams, and Insecure Ramblings by Anonymous (M)

Crowley wants to take the next step in their relationship. What that next step is, he had no idea, but he'll climb every misunderstanding and try every mistake. Aziraphale wonders why Crowley is acting strange, and by strange he means a marriage proposal after taking a seven month vacation. (A series, and yes, I mean a series of misunderstandings that lead to angsty and soft confessions)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #proposal #mod d

[fruitylo0pz]

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW)

(Part 1 | part 2 if you haven't already read them)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, angst, sub!Larissa, degradation kink, praise kink, fingering, strap-on, masturbation, cunnilingus

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long, but I have just had a lot going on and I didn't really feel inspired enough to write. It's not as long as the others, and I'm not entirely happy with it but I loved the support and how much people seem to like this story, and I really enjoy writing it. It has a bit of an angsty and sad ending, though. But hopefully I'll come up with the next part faster this time! I have proofread it, but there might be some mistakes. If so, apologies in advance! Hope you enjoy, and again thank you so much for the love!

Word count: ~2.7k

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It had been three weeks since you heard from Larissa. You saw her in town, but it was as if she was ignoring you and you couldn’t fathom why. The last time she had visited you was like it always was, and you were on good terms when she left. Then, complete silence. You didn’t want to push her, after all she was still married and you didn’t want her to end up in trouble. Luckily, you had another big project at work that kept you occupied and distracted enough not to let it get to you too much, but the evenings were worse. For months, you had been so used to having her near, if only for a few hours and now the bed felt cold and the emptiness filled the entire room. You had just entered the store to get some snacks for a solo movie night when you saw the oh so familiar figure staring at you in complete silence. 

She approached you discreetly, pretending to look for something in your aisle. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. I’m sorry.” her voice was low, and she sounded sad. 

“Come by after you’ve been here if you can. If not, please text me so I don't have to wait up.” you realised that you sounded cold, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt even though hearing her voice made you feel like the first time you had seen her. 

You went home and found yourself anticipating her visit, even if your hopes weren’t that high. Maybe she had met someone else? Maybe her marriage was doing better? The thoughts racing through your head made you agitated and you decided to find a beer when all of a sudden you heard knocking on the front door, and there she was. She just stood there, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Please come in, Larissa. It’s cold.” You grabbed her hand gently, and she followed you without saying a word. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. You look like you’re freezing cold.” You helped her off with her coat and led her to the sofa.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I’ll tell you everything, I promise.” Her voice was so gentle you could barely hear what she said, but looked at her and nodded. You finished making tea and sat next to her. You kept some distance in case she would feel uncomfortable, and just gave her a questioning look. 

“I should have texted you, at least. I know that. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t upset me. I don’t know what made me pull away, but the thought of leaving you after spending the evening with you always gave me such a heavy heart. It felt so wrong, so I pulled away. It was almost easier that way. I know it isn’t fair.” She started crying, and buried her face in her hands.

You gently rubbed her back and moved closer. “Hey, Larissa. Please don’t be sorry. I knew this wouldn’t be easy when I agreed to this whole thing, and I know what you mean. I have always hated seeing you leave, and I wish you could stay here. In my opinion, it’s where you belong.” You lifted her chin up with your fingers and dried her tears. 

She smiled gently and stroked your cheek. “You are always so understanding, darling. I never deserved you. I am so sorry about just leaving you like that, and ignoring you. It killed me to see you in town and not be able to talk to you. Touch you. Kiss you. Just be near you and feel your warmth.” She continued stroking your cheek, and stared at you with those deep blue eyes. You swore you were swimming in her deepest and most sacred chambers when she looked at you like that, and oh how you had missed it. 

“Come here, let me hold you. I know you can’t stay long, but it will at least make up for our lost time a bit.” She leaned into your arms and rested her head under your chin. You stroked her back and she sighed. You could tell that she already felt safer, warmer and more comfortable by the way she rested her hand on your thigh, just to make sure that you were really there. 

“I have missed this so much. I have missed you so much. When I’m not with you, I don’t feel like myself. It’s like a part of me is missing, and there is no one else that could ever fill that space. You have become so important to me, and it is just as important to me that you know that.” She looked up at you and you smiled at her before kissing her and gave her a reassuring look. 

“I have missed you too, Larissa. So much. And I feel the same way. I never thought I would become this attached to someone as I have become with you. But I also like the feeling, even though I have to miss you every now and then. It makes these moments so much more special.” you stroked her hair and kissed her forehead before wrapping your arms tight around her. 

“Y/N, will you please take me to bed? I have missed your touch so much. I have been thinking about you every night and I need you to use me.” She looked at you with begging eyes, and you nodded before you took her hand and led her to your bedroom.

She leaned down to kiss you and you swiftly opened the zipper on her dress. You wanted to take your time, but you knew she couldn’t stay the night and truthfully you had missed her too much. You skilfully pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra, making her shiver at your touch. You bit her lip and she let out a low moan, making you smile. 

“Be a good girl and lie down and remove your panties for me, Larissa.” You looked at her with a sly look, and the sight of her almost naked body was intoxicating. You stood there staring at her, just drinking in the sight of her body so you could save a mental image of her looking so beautiful on her back for you.

She gave you an innocent look while maintaining eye contact with you, knowing how much it turned you on. “Miss, I have a request, if I may?” She always had a certain seductiveness lurking in her voice, despite sounding soft and gentle whenever she wanted to ask you something in these settings.

“Yes, Larissa?” You stood there looking at her, anticipating her request and you already knew you’d like it. 

“Please let me touch myself for you, miss. I want you to watch me warm myself up for you before you use me.” Her request sent shivers down your spine.She loved touching herself for you, almost as much as you loved watching her. 

“You may touch yourself, darling.” You sat down, impatiently awaiting the show she was about to give you. 

She let her hand wander down from her neck, over her breasts and down her waist. She then spread her legs, and you could already tell how wet she was. Her fingers started circling her clit slowly while her other hand pinched her nipple, making her gasp. Her fingers went faster and her moans got louder. Watching her touch herself like this made you want to take over, but you also enjoyed it when she made herself cum. It reminded you that this is what she looks like when her thoughts wander and she’s not with you. This is what she looks like when she’s touching herself while thinking about you, about the things you do to her. You could tell that she was close by the way her breath started shivering, and she came with a loud moan while bucking her hips. 

“You are such a good girl for me, Larissa. You just love to please me, don’t you?” You moved towards the bed while undressing yourself and she nodded.

“Use your words. You know better than this.” You snarled at her and gave her a stern look.

“Please forgive me, miss. Yes, I love to please you, and I am trying my best to do a good job. I am sorry for slipping up.” She looked away, and you loved it when she showed you that she knows her place in the bedroom. You always treated her with respect, but she would always be submissive to you. 

“That’s better. Now, spread your legs wider for me. Show me how wet you made yourself for me.” You sat down at the end of the bed and watched her spread her legs more. She wanted her to look, and you knew how much she enjoyed it. 

You leaned forward and let your fingers slide up her slit while staring into her eyes. She was desperate for you to use her. Desperate for you to make her yours, as you did over and over again every single time you were together. You slowly slid two fingers in, making her let out a deep groan. You started fucking her slowly, knowing how frustrated it made her. She tried meeting your movements but you stopped enough for her to know that you were in charge of her pleasure. 

“Beg.” You loved hearing her begging, knowing how needy she was for you to pick up the pace.

“Please, miss. Please fuck me harder. Please fuck me until I can’t hold back. I need to feel used like the whore I am for you.” Her voice was shaky and desperate. 

You added another finger and picked up the pace slightly, feeling how her walls clenched around your fingers. She spread her even more, inviting you deeper. You shifted position and started fucking her harder, making her clench the sheets and arch her back. You knew you had hit her magic spot when her breathing got more erratic, her moans got louder and her hands clenched the sheets even harder. 

You smiled to yourself and continued in the same steady pace until she came with a loud scream, clenching even tighter around your fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.” You smiled before you sank down between her legs, kissing her inner thigh before your tongue started circling her clit. Usually, you loved taking your time with her, torturing her before you devoured her, but you were so starved of her taste you couldn’t wait. You lapped up her arousal and she was already moaning uncontrollably. Her taste was so intoxicating, making you feel like you could never get enough of her. You could feel how she was so wet it was running from her, and you let your tongue slide up her slit to take in even more of her. You grabbed her thighs and pulled herself closer, holding her still as she started to squirm. Your tongue worked faster and harder when you realised she was getting closer and she suddenly came, sending yet another warm wave of arousal into your mouth. You eagerly licked it up, knowing she would cum again if you continued like this. She whimpered as she came again, but you knew you needed more. You let her calm down while you got up and walked over to the drawer.

She knew what was coming and she had learned exactly what to do. You picked up the harness and fastened it, and as you turned around she had already turned around and was on all fours, facing the headboard.

“You know your place so well, Larissa. You are such a good slut for me.” You positioned yourself behind her, teasing her with the strap. You spanked her as she tried to push herself onto it, once again reminding her that she is in no way in charge here. After teasing her, you slipped it in slowly, letting her adjust to it. She let out the most delicious moan you had ever heard as you bottomed her out, and you started thrusting harder. You grabbed her hips and she gasped when you started fucking her deeper. 

“Oh, I-I love feeling so used, miss. You feel so good inside me.” Her voice sounded even more needy, and you loved that you had brought out this dirty side of this otherwise sophisticated and upper class lady. You continued fucking her raw, hard and deep, making her moan out loud with every thrust. You knew she was close so you maintained the same pace until you tipped her over the edge and she threw her head back in an explosive orgasm making her collapse on the bed. You pulled out and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.

“Just stay here, darling. I’ll clean you up.” You went to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her up. She was still collapsed on the bed and you chuckled before kissing her. 

“You really wear me out, and I love every second of it, Y/N. You make me feel so good.” She looked at you and blushed. You knew she meant it, and that meant the world to you. It secretly killed you that she couldn’t stay, but you valued every second you got to spend with her. 

“I’d do it every night if I could, Larissa. You’re a goddess, and I’d worship you every second of every day if I could.” You kissed her and gently caressed her cheek. A small touch or a simple kiss on the forehead meant the world to her, you knew that by the way she would always smile afterwards. 

She started getting dressed, and the moment you always dreaded was here. You both knew it was coming and you didn’t speak of it. It had to be like this, but you chose not to ask her to stay because you know it also made it harder for her. You put on a pair of pyjamas and gave her a gentle smile, reminding her that you’d be exactly where you are waiting for her. You always did this to reassure her, to make her feel less bad about leaving because she disliked it just as much as you. You followed her downstairs and helped her with her coat. You stood there just staring into each other's eyes, wishing it didn’t have to be like this.

“Thank you for tonight, Larissa. Thank you for spending the evening with me. It has been wonderful, and I can’t wait to see you again.” You kissed her hand and she leaned down to give you one last kiss for the evening.

“I’ll try to keep in touch, Y/N. I won’t let this happen again, I can’t stand missing you like I did these last few weeks.” She gave you a gentle smile before opening the door. 

You both stood there in shock when you saw him. Completely paralysed, unable to speak or think. 

“I was hoping the rumours weren’t true, but I should have known. Do you have any idea what this will do to my reputation? You know damn well how important I am in this town. You’re coming with me now. Our marriage might not be perfect, but I won’t let an affair ruin my image.” Her husband was furious. You were afraid he might harm her, but she looked at you to reassure you. You knew you couldn’t stop this no matter what you did. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” She turned around and walked to his car. She got in, and they left. You felt sick to your stomach. How the hell did he find out? You had been careful. You always made sure no one saw anything, but someone must have seen you. It was as if your heart sank. Your chest felt heavy, yet empty at the same time. It felt so tight, you could barely breathe and you just sank to the floor. Now that you finally got her back, even if it was just after a few weeks away from her. You couldn’t stand the idea of losing her. Not now. Not her. Would you never see Larissa again? Was this how it would end?

#larissa weems x y/n #Larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems smut #larissa weems fanfic #f!reader #wlw #principal weems x you #gwendoline christie

[kim-ruzek]

Not a fan of Dawson, not a fan of Brett, wanted to add my 3 cents.

Brett used to be afraid that she was the substitute for Dawson and the writers didn’t make it easier for her. We can all argue as much as we want, but so much of brettsey storylines were used for Dawsey. Come on, wedding reception at Molly’s? I’ve seen somewhere on tumblr that someone suggested Brett’s parents farm and it would be so unique and no one will say anything about Cass first wedding because there wouldn’t be anything similar about it.

And yeah, those kind of relationships happen in real life but it is still strange. People talk about Brett being at dawsey’s wedding because it makes you realise that they weren’t just strangers who work together, they were really close.

I don’t want to say who was better friend. They both made so many mistakes. The last call when Brett left Gabby with a patient? They could be their worst enemies - the patient comes first! And yes, Brett for supporting Dawson when it came to her marriage, same as Dawson supported Brett when she thought she was pregnant with Antonio or when whole drama with Hope happened (Gabby backed Brett, not Stella and we know who was right).

But my biggest problem is saying that Brett and Casey are meant to be. Call it what you want, but this is a lie. Come on, before season 7 they barely talked to each other, Casey even said he didn’t want to know anything about Brett’s love life. Writers making Brett saying she loved him from the beginning? When he was in relationship with another woman? Didn’t she say she was happy for them? Make their story great, but don’t change the history of what happened on a show before 🤷🏼‍♀️ and Kara saying that Casey wasn’t the only one who didn’t ask her to compromise? He literally asked her to move to Portland with him after they dated for like six weeks 🤦🏼‍♀️ not to mention I was impressed that she decided to stay, that she didn’t want to change her life for a man and yet it’ll be her legacy after all, she moved for a man. Again 🤦🏼‍♀️

That being said I agree that the main problem might be Casey - Dawson and Brett both changed when they started dating him so maybe it’s all his fault 🤷🏼‍♀️

I agree with a couple of things of this, but disagree with the majority.

I really get annoyed with the molly's reception argument because it's Molly's. It's a staple of Chicago fire. And before it had a d*wsey reception there, it had a Plouch wedding, just re emphasizing it's a place that events for the 51 family happen.

And it's stated that they only have the reception there because they didn't have the proper aquarium venue, where if they did, that's where the reception would be held. So even then the argument barely holds any real weight.

I also disagree that they weren't meant to be together. Yes, say if you take them in season five, at that point in both of their lives, they were not. But that doesn't negate that they're meant to be together, it was just important for them to have that journey to get to that point. But one thing that remains true is that Sylvie has always respected Matt. I mean, you can't work at 51 without doing so.

And he literally never asked her to compromise. He was fine with her not moving to Portland. He never wanted or expected her to compromise who she is and what she wants. And she's NOT moving for a man, she's moving because it's right for her family.

Also misogynistic of you to say that despite you're disappointed she didn't stick with her original choice to say all while reducing her legacy to her relationship. Sylvie Brett's legacy will be her kindness, her strength, her love for 51, her adoption of Julia... these are all things that will be her legacy.

Thank you for asking.

#ree's asks #chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brettsey #thank you for asking!

[ljblueteak]

Paul McCartney in 2004 on the break-up of The Beatles

Uncut Magazine: You once said that your only regret in life was that The Beatles’ break-up was so bitter

Paul McCartney: Mmm. There might have been a few regrets after that. But, yeah, the way we broke up was very regrettable. I’ve always said that The Beatles should have finished with a puff of smoke and magic robes and envelopes stuffed with cash. Sadly, it didn’t. 

John always talked about it in terms of marriage and divorce and it was very much like that. Without a shadow of a doubt, that period was the weirdest time in my life. Allen Klein had come in and was about to take over The Beatles, just as he’d taken over The Stones. I felt like I was being ambushed. If the other three wanted to be taken over, that was up to them. But I didn’t want to be taken over by this guy. 

The very worst of it was when I realised that the only way I could get rid of Allen Klein was to sue The Beatles. I didn’t want to do it. But the more powerful Klein got, the more inevitable it became. It was like suing your family or suing your best mates. You can imagine how that felt. But I had the choice of going ahead with it or going under. If I hadn’t done it, The Beatles would have been totally captured by this guy.

Uncut: Of course, you copped all the blame for breaking up the band

Paul McCartney: Well, that’s how it came out. The fact is that The Beatles had broken up anyway. John had already decided to walk. He’d actually said, “I want a divorce.” But his attitude was,“It’s all over, let’s not tell anyone.” That’s because we already had a new deal with Capitol and the rest of it. It was like a scam. “Let’s not mention it--too much at stake.” I was really pissed off at all that. I thought we were all turning into really shady characters, y’know?  It was all getting murky and sinister.

Uncut: But it was you who made the public statement that The Beatles had split and would never work together again.

Paul McCartney: ...In the Q&A, I just decided to come out and say it. I was pissed off at having to hide from our fans the fact that we weren’t coming back. Maybe what I said was a bit succinct but, what the hell, everyone else was being succinct. There was no point in me beating around the bush. After all, they’d already broken the group up. George and Ringo had left, then come back. John had left and not come back. How fucking succinct is that?

Uncut: That’s when The Beatles’ war began.

Paul McCartney: Absolutely, and it went on for bloody years. Ten years of hell. What followed was that everyone was split into camps. Mainly there was the Lennon camp and the McCartney camp. And, make no mistake, the other three had the upper hand. There were three of them and one of me. John, George and Ringo had been my best mates. Now they were my enemies. That was really, really hard to take. 

Uncut: Interestingly, the war of words between yourself and John was largely fought out in songs, culminating in John’s scathing, merciless “How Do You Sleep?”.

Paul McCartney: Well, we weren’t speaking at all by that time. So the only way we could communicate our feelings was through writing songs.

Uncut: Wouldn’t it have been easier to have simply picked the phone up and had a right old go at each other?

Paul McCartney: Well, yeah [laughs]. That might have been a bit more sensible. As it was, the whole thing just escalated nastily. I’d taken a few mild digs at John in some of my early solo songs like “Too Many People” [from Ram]. I was trying to tell John something with that. I wasn’t really addressing the world. Then he came out with “How Do You Sleep?” where he suggested that the only thing I ever did was “Yesterday” and so on. John later said that the song was about himself. Well, it didn’t sound like that. 

What can I say? John was pure gold. He was great, a fabulous guy and a beautiful person, but he didn’t have the monopoly on common sense. Basically, he was as daft as the next man.

Uncut: Would it be fair to say that you experienced something of a nervous breakdown in the early ‘70s?

Paul McCartney: Something like that. In The Beatles, we’d always had this running joke: “What are we going to do when the bubble bursts?” Then it did burst and I went up to my farm in Scotland, wondering what the hell I was going to do next. I seriously thought about giving up music altogether. I was thinking, ‘Maybe I should become a nuclear physicist or something.’ It was a bloody hard time. It was difficult to get up in the morning. I was drinking quite a lot. Probably having a bit of a nervous breakdown, like you say. Looking back, I was in a state of grief. I realise that now. Grief for the end of The Beatles. The only way I could get out that was get back to recording, then going out on the road. And all that led eventually to the formation of Wings. 

Paul McCartney interviewed for Uncut by Jon Wilde. Originally printed in July 2004 and titled “McCartney: My Life in the Shadow of the Beatles” 

#Paul McCartney #The Beatles #he's very direct in this #'john george and ringo had been my best mates. Now they were my enemies. That was really really hard to take' #I don't remember ever hearing that he thought about giving up music either!

[bowsie22]

Whumptober Day 21

He never thought his last night as a free man would be so literal

The chains really gave added level to the last night as a free man joke his brothers were making. Sanji never understood that joke. The night before his wedding to Zoro, Sanji had been so excited, all he wanted to do was be married to the man he loved, to be with him for the rest of his life.

Compare that to now. His father, knowing his crew were on the island had not only locked his door, but also chained his ankle to the bed. Sanji was trapped. By the chain, the bracelets, the threat against Zeff. All that was getting him through was thoughts of what Zoro would do to his brothers once he finally met them.  

He tried, again, to walk to the window. It wasn’t far, a few steps from the bed at most. But after two steps, the chain pulled tight, Sanji wincing as it rubbed against the emerging bruising around his ankle. Falling back onto the bed, Sanji couldn’t stop his thoughts wandering.

He wondered if his crew was still looking for him, if they’d even bother. He’d said some mean things to them to try and chase them off, Zoro in particular. He wondered if the other would ever forgive him for bringing up Kuina like that. Sanji couldn’t help the hysterical giggle that escaped at the thought that Zoro might divorce him. At least that would make this marriage legal.

He looked to the clock, realising that he was getting married in less than ten hours. Ten hours and then he’d be trapped forever. Again, he thought about his wedding to Zoro, how happy he’d been, marrying his soulmate, surrounded by his family. The family he chose, the family that he loved, the ones who mattered. Now he was being married to a woman he’d never love, surrounded by people who meant nothing to him.

This was his life now. Alone, miserable. Exactly what he tried to run away from. He’d been loved unconditionally with the Strawhats and now he was back here. To be abused and hated, just like his childhood. Maybe he was never meant to escape, maybe he was meant to die in that cell as a child and now fate is correcting her mistake.

He tugged the chain again, knowing there was no point, but hoping all the same. What was the point? Whatever Judge wanted, he got. And all Sanji could do was walk down the aisle tomorrow and say I do to Pudding.

This was his life now.

#whumptober2023 #day 21 #'restraints' #black leg sanji #sanji #one peice #zosan

[cvntrlseecvntrlvee]

► seventeen's dino ◄

[♡]=personal favs, [♕]=smut, [☼]=fluff, [☁]=angst

O∙N∙G∙O∙I∙N∙G∙∙∙∙F∙I∙C∙S

↳ crybaby series by toruro — ♡, ♕ | 13k

you've always had a tendency to cry over minuscule things and chan kind of hates it—he thinks it's irritating and immature and stupid. it also doesn't help that he's fighting off the feeling that he might be super into it, because that would just be scandalous, right?

↳ challenge me by seokgyuu — ♡, ♕ | ?k

you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.

↳ losing it series by ncteez — ♕ | ?k

the one where you go through a list of the seventeen members and learn how they’d lose their virginity to you.

C∙O∙M∙P∙L∙E∙T∙E∙D∙∙∙F∙I∙C∙S

↳ bad enough by sluttywonwoo — ♕, ☁ | 10k

lee chan isn’t the type of guy you usually go for… but you don’t know that (based on the song bad enough for you by all time low)

↳ champagne from your lips (mingyu, dino) by seokgyuu — ♕ | 5.6k

↳ cherry boy by ncteez — ♕, ☼ | 10k

A new relationship is always difficult to navigate, for Chan, it appears to be even more difficult. For you? You’re just left confused as to why your new boyfriend of a month and a half hasn’t made a move on you despite your very obvious attempts to invite him into your personal space. 

↳ drive by miraclewoozi — ♕, ☁ | 7.8k

DRIVE – or, the night you realise it’s actually very hard to stay mad at the guy who shows up at your house, throwing stones at your window on a Thursday night, to try and fix something that was your mistake in the first place.

↳ fuck, marry, kill (seungcheol, dino, hoshi) by bitchlessdino — ♕ | 4.7k

it was just a dumb little party game, gets taken too seriously in teh best way possible. Happy fucking birthday to you.

↳ lee chan needs love too by bitchlessdino — ♕ | 9.3k

There was Lee Chan from High school and now Lee Chan from college. You insist they are not the same person. The only thing they have in common is they both got to fuck you.

↳ promise ring by lovelyhan — ♕, ☁ | 21k

no one would’ve guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you’re forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

↳ scored! by leejungchans — ☼ | 12.4k

lee chan should really stop winning so many games for your university, because as the resident writer for the sports column of the student newsletter, you’re starting to get really sick of having to cross paths with him all the time.

↳ size matters by onlyseokmins — ♕ | 8.3k

MONSTER COCK CHAN

↳ spit and swallow by cheolism — ♕ | 6k

chan looks hot with his eyeshadow and lip ring and you can’t help but ask for a favor in exploring a kink of yours.

↳ take a seat by bitchlessdino — ♕ | 2.9k

Who knew your favorite seat would someone else’s lap, let alone Lee Chan of all people.

↳ you got it all wrong (seungkwan, dino) by seokgyuu — ♡, ♕ | 10.7k

One night of careless drinking with your 13 closest friends leads to Chan and Seungkwan finally finding out you have a crush on them. How lucky you are that the feelings are mutual and that they want to show you just how much they worship you.

R∙E∙A∙C∙T∙I∙O∙N∙S∙∙∙S∙C∙E∙N∙A∙R∙I∙O∙S

#masterlist #fic recs #fic rec nav #dino masterlist #svt masterlist

[baladric]

Thara/evru smut yes please 👀 although I do agree with what you said before like I also thought he sounded like a bit of a wet noodle and not worth thara's extreme grief. I don't doubt that they loved each other very much and I don't even blame him really for murdering his abusive wife but the fact that he lied to thara about it is what bothers me the most. I know he probably thought no one would find the body but he knew thara would have to witness for her if she was found and he knew what a horrible position that would put him in like being forced to talk to the spirit of a woman he hated and who probably hated him just as much and also thara now knows personally what it would be like to be murdered by evru which is horrific!! Not to mention making everything worse with the homophobic hierophant who already didn't like him and outing him to the whole town.

I guess his only redeeming factors are that I don't doubt he'd be truly sorry and regretful about the whole thing and that thara said evru said he never expected thara to lie for him or put him above his calling so I guess he at least understood how important that is to him and didn't expect thara to choose him over his calling but idk probably not a great dude overall (iana is way better for him anyway!!) I just hope he can eventually heal from all this grief and forgive himself and realise that other people do actually like him and care for him deeply

man see, i'm so torn now between the like original kneejerk assumption of meekness that i got from thara's brief overt descriptions of evru (that nickname we get in witness, evrin after a white deer, oof) and my deepening understanding of the history of queerness and violent homophobia?? plus the cycle of abuse, like. i think evru got the shortest possible end of the stick, and the shit we do when we're in protracted panic mode isn't automatically excusable but it's at least understandable. and i think the mistakes he made might not say much at all about him as a person, except that he was frightened—so i think i'm gonna welcome an alteration to how i think about him. like yeah he super fucked up, several times over (can i joke about an alternate universe where he panicked after killing oseian and confessed to thara, and w/o the pressure of legally witnessing for her thara was just like well shit ok lets deal w this i love u [with some guilt probably, but also thara's fairly dispassionate about shitty ppl dying when he's not charged w seeing them laid to a just rest] and helped him get rid of her body better and then everyting was FINE) but man like.

what if he was funny? what if he was gentle with dinged-up old thara? what if he was tall and beautiful and thara thought of him with the same reverence as ulis's moon? what if he braided thara's hair for him and made sure he ate a square meal regularly?

what if the nickname everin is less about temperament, and more about the innate grace and deliberateness of his movements? what if his ears were constantly in motion, despite all attempts to control them? what if thara called him evrin to tell him that this, too, was beautiful? what if he was broad and strong like an elk, and oseian's abuse went unnoticed by all but thara, because who could abuse a man so big, so strong? after all, men are never the abused—only the abuser. after all, he had been the one to sweep oseian off her feet, and if the passion there had cooled to the public eye, well that was just marriage, wasn't it?

what if evru dalar tried so very, very hard to be a good man? what if he was? what if he was kindness itself, until that one animal moment? what if it was an accident?

what if thara celehar struck him to his core the first time evru stepped inside aveio's ulimeire, there to honor the passing of the old clocksmith, who he'd always liked? thara celehar, pale as milk against the black of his vestments; thara celehar, made fey and strange beneath ulis's moon mask. thara celehar, with the voice like the murmur of distant thunder heard in the dimming afternoon—the sort you know means you'll fall asleep to the sound of rain on your roof, feeling soft and safe? what if safety was so very rare a feeling? what if you didn't quite understand the urge to fall into step with a quiet young man, whose eyes without the mask were blue as hope itself?

what if your friendship surprised him? what if you liked that? liked how it looked on him—surprise, uncertainty, the tinge of pink in his ears when you smiled at him?

what if you kissed him in the empty creche of his ulimeire, filling a space that was meant to honor the unknown? what if he was frightened—what if he was fervent—what if his love washed you clean like that rainstorm of your first imagining?

what if—?

#thara celehar #evru dalar #wftd #cemeteries of amalo #uhhHHH yeah ok i #have #feelings now #i will now crawl under my desk and weep #aj answers #anonymous ask #ask #the writing tag #sort of

[liberty-barnes]

went down a rabbithole of discourse to see what people mean when they say they don't like the wedding and well

let me ask you this:

do you not the like this plotline because it's "poor writing" (even though it was literally planned from the start, ie rafael knowing) or you do not like it because it shows that carlos isn't a saint with minimal, "cute" flaws, here to help tk get better?

do you not like iris or are you villainising her because she's "getting in the way of your ship" and doesn’t act in a neurotypical way, or in what you're "used to" seeing from neurodivergent characters?

really think about these cause i think you might figure some things out.

now i haven't made it a secret that i'm liking this plotline, but i'm not just gonna call out one side without explaining mine, that would just be unfair, so here are my full thoughts now that ep2 is out

i love this plotline because it's an opportunity to delve into carlos' character development, which when compared to tk, we haven't had much. like sure, they've been a couple and stuff but apart from the jealousy with connor and the issue with his parents, what have we really learned about carlos? compared to all the development we've had from tk, carlos at times felt very much like a tool for tk to move forward, because the character himself still had such limited growth opportunities

now the marriage plotline is his time to shine. i recently reblogged a post where it was mentioned that tk came full circle in the first 3 seasons, starting with a failed proposal and ending with a successful one, so i think that tk at this point is okay to take a secondary, and just overall less dramatic approach to his character development. because we've seen him go through the big things. now it's carlos' turn to do like a pokemon and evolve.

we get to see the full scope of his anxiety, internalised homophobia, and saviour complex.

it's already a huge step that he talked to tk about it before he took care of the divorce. people with anxiety disorders (it's me hi i'm people) can tell you that bringing up a problem without having a solution is next to inconceivable. we feel like we always need to have solutions for our problems and if we don't, then people can't know about them. so the fact that carlos trusted tk enough to tell him (albeit after being "forced" to by andrea) tells you a lot about just how much he cares. and we also got the opportunity of seeing tk's growth because he didn't take it personally, didn't think this was against him, he understood that this was carlos' own problems and just like carlos helped him deal with his issues, tk's gonna help him deal with this.

it also shows just how far carlos' internalised homophobia went, and shows that even though most of it wasn't on screen, he's done amazing progress. the conversation on the couch is a testament to that growth, to him realising he wasn't broken at all. it's also a great way to show internalised homophobia, because it's something that most queer people go through, especially at the beginning, and i think it's beautiful to show that no matter how much time passes or how many mistakes you make, the important part of it is that you found yourself, the rest can be taken care of later.

and of course, his saviour complex. we saw it when he let the bank robber go, we saw it when he broke down because he felt like he failed tk by not having enough fire extinguishers to protect him, and we see it now by him staying married to iris for the health insurance. abd not going to see her because in some way, he feels like he failed her. maybe he should have noticed her illness sooner, or he should have been there with michelle from the start, but he didn't know what to do or what to say so he just didn't go. which again, if you have an anxiety disorder, you can relate. sometimes when things feel too hard or we don't have a set plan for everything that's gonna happen, or we make it harder than it is in our minds, we just don't go. speaking from experience, i ghosted my therapist for a year cause i forgot to call in sick for one appointment and thought she would judge me so i didn't go back. that's just how much anxiety can affect you, and for carlos, this is his "monster", this marriage is the thing that he desperately wants to fix but doesn't know how, finds too complicated, so he's stuck where he is because he's just not able to fix it.

and it's amazing to see how much tk gives him strength, the trust they share, and how carlos found his motivation in tk. that's love and from one anxious person to another, i'm really proud of carlos

now as for iris, i love her, i really do. she shows a mental illness that we don't always see, and normalises the fact that even after being medicated, neurodivergent people aren’t just suddenly gonna be "fixed". she's saner with her medication but we see how she finds it hard to communicate because her brain just works differently. when can see during her talk of an annulment, she thought she was being obvious the whole time, and it was only after tk asked for an explanation that she realised she needed to express this better. she doesn't mean her questions maliciously (ie carlos warning tk beforehand and being ready to step in if it got too much while also trusting that his fiancé can hold his own), she just has questions and asks them. she asks them because she's curious, because she's worried about carlos, because she wants to know more about tk. she doesn't have that little voice in her head telling her that her questions can be taken the wrong way.

and the part everyone's mad about, with her calling tk carlos' life's work. she didn't say it to insult tk, she didn't say it because she thinks he doesn't deserve carlos, she said it because in her mind it proves how perfect they are for each other. "always needs a project" + "can be his life's work" = soulmates. and idk if i understood that because i'm neurodivergent or because whatever else, but it made sense in my brain, i get her.

and ofc, it's a great opening to show off tarlos' ability to communicate with each other and both their individual and joint growth.

now for the fact that they can't get an annulment, i'm honestly not sure that was the plan at all, it might have been brought in just for the symbolism and after realising they can't do it, they'll have to stick with divorce. i don't know, i'm hapoy to let the writers surprise me and then pick apart and analyse the story as it comes.

and for the fact that iris is now missing, again, don't have many thoughts about it right now other than i think she went looking for the woman at the care center that she talked about when tk first got there, bc that comment felt too pointed not to become a plot point. but again, i'll hold any thoughts until after the episode air.

i see so many people getting stuck on what could happen, and what was "seen coming" etc, but honestly, just trust the writers. we know it will end in a wedding, ronen and rafael trust the writers fully, and that's good enough for me you know. i'm not gonna stress about what "could happen" in a tv show, i do that enough irl. i'm just gonna enjoy the ride.

so yeah that was me

#libby rants #911 lone star #iris blake #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #lone star meta #carlos reyes meta #tk strand meta #iris blake meta #lone star season 4 #911 lone star meta #lone star 4×02 #lone star 4×01

[justwritingscenarios]

SCENARIOS (characters already done or coming precised)

continuously denying others who think they are together (Izo coming soon)

"no we are not together" "…at least not yet" (Law)

ice skating and one is super bad at it so you need to hold hands

having to share a bed and accidentally end up cuddling (Law)

watching a movie and falling asleep on each other's shoulder

them talking about you to their friends and they make him/her realise they are lovely interested

they find you wearing one of their clothes

A: Oh my gosh, this dog is so cute ! B: You say cute, I say absolute demon. A: Hey! Things can be cute and absolute demons. Just take you for example. B, blushing: Y-you think I'm cute?

"I can come yet but you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"Shh, you're safe. I'm not letting you go." (Sabo, Crocodile, Corazon coming soon)

"I'm think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

a quick forehead kiss while they rush for "work"

palm kiss (after a injury ?)

"You said you liked (something), so I bought this for you." tracing their scars/birthmarks/tattoes

"How do I know if I have a crush on someone ?" "Well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that ?"

"This sounds like you're flirting with me." "… I have been trying to do that for X years now. Thanks for noticing."

holding hands during a stressful situation

intertwining fingers

"I just feel safe when I'm with you. Like nothing bad can happen."

"This marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,"

pick-up line "okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with you."

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you."

B exists A :"I might be going a little crazy thinking about B." C raises an eyebrow. A:"Fine. Maybe a lot more than a little"

"You love them, don’t you?" "How did you know? I told [friend] not to say anything." "They didn’t have to say anything."

Mistake the adress and ringing the wrong neighbour

He's always frowning and you put your finger on the winkle between his eyebrows

you catch them doing something cute (petting a kitten/puppy, smelling a flower, eating a candy)

beach episode

modern au : they're the waiter and you crush on them

"If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'll catch a cold."

modern au : your neighbour is loud and you write them a note, they send you flowers for apologise

natsu matsuri : you saw them in a very chest-opened-yukata because of the heat

you're sent to help them out of a prison

modern au : the waiter at the restaurant is very cute/sexy but you're too shy to ask for their number

modern or not : they were supposed to meet up with someone else that didn't show up and since you have started talking, you spend the night together

modern au : in the train, they got the wrong sit and sit in front of you

they pick a flower and nonchalantly give it to you

people mistake the situation and think you're having a date (mutual pining un.known or establish relation to precise)

Robin notices all of your discreet glances for them/the way you look at them (Robin POV?) (Sabo)

#Scenarios #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader

[kriegertops]

So you asked us to tell you why we were Ashlyn fan. I usually don’t take the time but I thought I might take it right now.

So I first discovered Ashlyn and Ali in 2018, I saw an article about them and I immediately liked their personality. At the time, I didn’t even know they were a couple.

Ashlyn has this side of her that makes people feel safe, heard and seen. (Not saying Ali doesn’t because she’s an equally good person, but I think it’s more obvious about Ashlyn because Ali is more shy)

I grew up as a young adult with them both as role models for different reasons, Ali for the way she fights for everything she wants and Ashlyn for the way she supports people in everything they do.

Ashlyn was always behind Ali, always supporting her. Same way Ali, was supporting Ashlyn, because that’s what couple do.

For those who followed them for a long time, we’re not surprised by the divorce. It’s not true. We’re sad but not surprised. We saw the downfall from the second they left Orlando. They are both people willing to sacrifice their own well being for the other and that’s what they did. Ashlyn sacrificed her dream of ending her career in Orlando, for Ali to get one more year and chance at a championship. And Ali sacrificed the balance and support she desperately needed by accepting that Ash would retire one year before her. It was never their plans. But sometimes life happens. I think it was clear for months that they were extremely unhappy as a couple.

Now, we all know Ashlyn is not the person everyone is describing right now. I choose to believe that the person I discovered 6 years ago is still the person she is today. I will never doubt the love she has for Ali, but sometimes you need to realise that you can’t love anybody more than you love yourself.

Ali is sad, and honestly I m very sad for her as well because I feel her pain. But you don’t feel this kind of pain if you don’t have regrets. Everybody make mistakes, I personally adore Ali and I m so proud of her career, but the hate people have been throwing to both of them for different reasons (mostly about their kids) is something I will never understand.

Ashlyn is not perfect, neither is Ali. And that’s also why I love both of them, because they are humans, they make mistakes and they’ll continue to make them. That’s what makes them authentic. Both of them.

I know you will probably won’t publish it, but I chose to read your question about why I m still a fan of Ashlyn in a genuine way… maybe I got fooled.

I m just a fan of both of them and if they could not find happiness together as a couple, I hope they’ll find it later with the people they’ll be with because that’s all they deserve. To be happy. I also am deeply saddened that their privacy was invaded and that they couldn’t share this news with their own timeline… but fans invading their privacy is nothing new.

Have a nice evening :)

Hi Anon! Thank you for taking the time to write this well thought out response. I genuinely appreciate you taking the time and enjoy knowing other people’s thoughts :)

I started following them and supporting them for similar reasons. They both seemed so genuine and strong and all the good things as they worked to break barriers and create safe spaces and communities for people.

I agree it was pretty obvious they were facing some major challenges in the marriage. They were unhappy and life happens. Divorces happen, separations happen and all the matters is the health and well-being of the kids. We saw today that they are making an effort to both be there for the kids and that’s so important so I admire them for putting their own issues aside for a minute.

I think what I’m struggling with most to accept is the person Ashlyn has become. I agree with you that maybe deep down Ashlyn is the same person that she was but at the moment I don’t see that version of her. The trend for the past months has just been such a fake version of her. I don’t see the ‘real Ashlyn’ anymore.

You’re right mistakes happen, arguments happen, feelings change. I’m sad about their divorce but I’m not mad, I don’t blame Ashlyn for wanting a divorce or blame Ali. Both of them contributed.

Where I draw the line though is the role that Ashlyn played. Cheating is not a mistake and never okay. You don’t just accidentally fall in love with a new person unless you’re looking for someone new. If they actually separated first and went through the process and did things without the extra influence of Ashlyn and Sophia’s relationship then things would be different.

They didn’t deserve to have their privacy invaded at all but the divorce shouldn’t have been filed before Ali’s retirement in the first place. Ashlyn got her retirement ceremony and Ali didn’t get the same type of experience without her marriage falling apart overshadowing things. Plus the people article that confirmed Ashlyn and Sophia’s new relationship.

I appreciate your post because it reminded me why I supported Ashlyn in the first place. Maybe one day she’ll be a real person again but at this rate I doubt it. It’s sad everything ended up this way.

[accustiv-archived]

i needed to think. i needed a few minutes with no one talking to me. it had already been an overwhelming day, and i still had hours of a reception to get through, surrounded by people i didn’t care about congratulating me on a marriage i didn’t want. it wasn’t fair, of course, it wasn’t as though summer had done anything wrong, but as i watched her show the gold band to her friends, and giggle as they fawned over it, i realised what a horrible, horrible mistake i had just made. i’d married her because my mother had told me to, because she didn’t ask about what had happened in america, because she was sweet and pretty and normal.

i’d known i didn’t love her, but that hadn’t mattered, i'd been in love, i'd had it, and it had disappeared, because no matter how hard i tried, i'd always end up here, more of a captive than i had been in prison. i’d only known summer for six months before i’d been pressured to propose, she worked at the shop my mother was in the process of handing over to me, she took photos and listened to 80s music, and she kissed me in the same spot on my cheek every time after we had boring sex. and i’d just signed my life to her. so i left. i turned to my cousin, dorian, who had valiantly agreed to be my best man - given that i didn’t actually have any friends, and asked if he had any cigarettes on him, then i drifted through the hotel’s patio doors to find somewhere i could smoke without being bothered.

when i first caught sight of him, i honestly thought i was hallucinating. my steps faltered, and i thought about turning, running away, getting out of his line of sight and out of the hotel, and just disappearing somewhere; because my heart was pounding so hard i was afraid it would burst out of my chest. not him… not here… not today. he was talking to one of summer’s school friends - i couldn’t remember her name, they were all carbon copies of each other, and honestly i’d never made much of an effort with any of them, they were all ambers and katies and lexis, all glossy hair and glossy smiles - but i knew she was trying very hard to flirt with him though, if her body language and shrill giggle was anything to go by, i couldn’t blame her, not when he was wearing a dark suit and a confident grin. he looked great, and i suddenly felt very stupid in my tux, the boutonniere on my chest too pretentious and garish, the shine on my shoes too aggressive.

but then he glanced up, and our eyes locked.

so i did the only thing i could think to do, and drifted towards them, clenching the lighter in my hand as if it might ground me, and when i got close enough for amber-katie-lexi to notice me, the smile was back on my face - plastic, false, empty, the same one i’d worn all morning. “ afternoon. ” i greeted, pretending i didn’t see the flash of disappointment in her eyes when i glanced at her, i tried to hold her gaze as she nodded, politely, but i could feel casper’s eyes on my face, “ i think lisa was looking for you. ” it was bullshit, summer’s mother hadn’t said a word to me since we had left the church, but i wanted her to leave. amber-katie-lexi turned to cas, and i finally let myself look at him again, my stomach doing flips as the blonde beside me batted her eyelashes and told him to come and find her. i didn’t know what he wanted, i didn’t think i wanted to know, but no matter how horrifying it was to see him, his was the first friendly face i’d seen in months. there was a long silence, and then, once i realised we were, in fact, alone, the smile vanished.

“ what the fuck are you doing here? ” i hissed, the lighter clattering to the floor as i took hold of his arm, if only to make sure he was really there, “ you can’t be here, how did you - what do - are you insane? ”

@vanishinq

#vanishinq #this is ..... chaotic #😔😔😔😔 kidnap him bestie #❝ we’ve been living on a fault line ❞ . . . alt05; runaway

[greypetrel]

Hello!

I left one prompt behind from @whiskynorocks and… I didn’t forgot, I just needed to keep this a little over and mull about it. I wanted to be a Coronation scene but eh. Of my characters, Alyra is the one I’m finding the most difficult to nail. But listen. Let’s wing it, I don’t know how good it’ll be but here you go.

Greis if you’re reading this: SHOO. THERE ARE SPOILERS, SHOO.

Tis the prompt list

Another card up her sleeve.

14. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you."

The palace was at full capacity for the joint ceremony, both the coronation of the new king and the celebration for the end of the Blight, and whatever building and room was left standing in Denerim had been filled to the brim. It was as if the city was finally catching its breath, still much in shambles but not able to wait to turn page and begin a new chapter. A peaceful chapter, one of reconstruction and building, with a new king on the throne. A king who saved the realm from a Blight and fought against an Archdemon for them, a good one, one of the people.

She would have gladly done without the grand celebration for a victory they told it was hers and didn’t feel completely so, added to the coronation itself. It felt like a pointless show off. There was so much to be done, and she would have preferred to be up and about cleaning the Alienage from rubble, more than dressing up and be forced to partake into another pointless show.

Nonetheless, she had promised Alistair -still unaware of her intentions, but he had a lot of other things to mull over - that she would be there for his coronation, so ditching everything really wasn’t an option. She planned on skipping his marriage, that she did. With Morrigan gone without even a proper goodbye, she couldn’t bear to see him exchange vows with Anora. Anora who was the queen, Anora who was politically shrewd and clever, Anora who hadn’t been humiliated asking for his hand in front of the Landsmeet, showing vulnerability for once and being harshly reminded that her ears were of the wrong shape. No, that she couldn’t do. Not even for Alistair.

But now, she had promised, and she had plans of her own for the coronation. So, she sucked a breath, ignored the nasty pain in her ribcage, and tied the blue kirtle over her bust, deftly tying the laces in a knot over her chest and smoothing imaginary wrinkles down. Wool dyed of a rich blue, Warden’s blue, lined in fur, with a hint of embroidery in white thread on the bodice forming flowers and leaves. She snorted, noticing now that Leliana -the one who insisted that she shouldn’t wear her armour but a fancy dress and ordered the damn thing for her- had asked for roses. Ironical, she thought, as she sad back and started braiding her hair and putting jewelry on.

If she had to lose time in putting up a show, she might as well do so in style, for once. She braided her hair, leaving two smaller ones in front of her face, to cover the barely healed scratches from the damn dragon, and collecting the rest in a complex games of plaits that ran from the top of her head down, over her shoulder. The red played a nice contrast over the white fur and the blue.

After all, that attire was as much an armour as her dragonskin gabardine, she thought, and what she was about to fight was as much as a battle as the one that she and her friends recently won. A battle with her pride at stake: she allowed Arl Eamon -that despicable man that she really should have left to die- outsmart her once, convincing her that putting a crown on Alistair’s head and marrying him off to the former queen was the only sensible solution. She had danced on his hand, and realised just later that he just used the both of them for his own purposes. That Anora would have been a good queen on her own. She had made a mistake, letting the old man convince her to indulge, after evading from Fort Drakon, in the irritation against Anora - who really had no choice, she later realised that in her shoes she would have done the very same.

She danced on his hand, she let him move her and Alistair like pawns once. She wouldn’t have allowed that to happen again. Alistair was too naïve, too attached to the idea of a family he never had -that was no family-, to see that Eamon didn’t care for him as a person. She wasn’t. She saw. She cared. And she would not leave her best friend, her lover, one of the parts of her heart, in the hands of Eamon Guerrin ever again, after putting a crown he never wanted on his head.

No.

Let the simple Dalish huntress she once had been definitely die, substitute her with this woman dressed in fancy clothes fitting for an Arlessa. The huntress had died long ago with Tamlen, after all.

Because as much pain and drama this year had brought… Alyra had to say that it suited her. The chance to do something substantial suited her well, and she revelled in it.

So, she schooled herself, slipped on some jewelry – some earrings covering the tips of her years in silverite, that Ashalle brought her from the clan and once belonged to her mother. One of Morrigan’s necklaces -a gift she once gave her, it brought a bittersweet memory but she needed it- on her neck, and the enchanted rings she wore with her armour, and she was ready to go.

Fashionably late, she heard some banns commenting on her entrance in the great hall, straight and proud with her chin held up high. She wasn’t fashionably late, she thought this whole ceremony was a ginormous loss of time, when the city lied in shambles. Morale could be gained better by full stomachs and roofs repaired before the winter came. She had to adapt to new rules, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t express that she thought they were stupid.

So, she stood in her assigned place, was the very image of property and professionalism, did whatever was expected from her in that ceremony, and even if she felt too many side glances on her, she didn’t care nor deigned one of undeserved attention. Contrary to most nobles there, she earned her place and was intelligent and competent enough for it. She had nothing to be shy of or to be questioned about.

Alistair was there, putting some real effort to be less clumsy as possible, as he kneeled down and the crown was put in place on his head, pronounced some vows, accepted the position Alyra had forced on him. The fleeting thought, when he rose up and all the crowd cheered and saluted him as king, that it really suited him, made him look less like a stray puppy and more like… Like what she saw in him whenever he allowed himself to forget humour and be serious, take some space for himself. He was beautiful, in the tragedy of that moment, dreams and hopes dying as he kneeled down a Warden and stood up as the King of Ferelden. And the responsibility was on her. She had done this to him. That two horrible people used her as well and moved her around like a pawn wasn’t an excuse. Nonetheless, the damage was done, and there was no turning back now. She prayed to Mythal that she saw right, and that he could grow to appreciate the role. Or that at least the burden of the crown would not have broken him for good.

All that she could do, now, was waiting for her turn to pledge her vow to the new king, and make it worth it. As the chamberlain announced Lady Mahariel, Commander of the Gray, Arlessa of Amaranthine and Hero of Ferelden, she gracefully stepped forward, walking in stride and taking all the eyes of the crowd on her with as much dignity as she could muster. She raised her gown with both hands to step on the dais, in that dainty way Leliana had shown her, and knelt in front of him, purposefully. The kneeling part was something she had protested, when both Guerrins decided to annoy her with formalities and instructions. She was a Grey Warden, she was apolitical, she wouldn’t have knelt. But, if she wanted the political title for Amaranthine, it was necessary. And that title was central to her plans. So, she thought now… If it was Alistair, and she worded her vow carefully…

“I, Alyra Mahariel Sabrae, Commander of the Grey, Arlessa of Amaranthine and Hero of Ferelden, promise on my faith to pledge my sword and loyalty…” She casted a sideway glance to Eamon, who was standing a little further back the throne, and smirked at him. The traditional oath wanted her to pledge fealty to the crown, but she had a better idea, that honestly even solved the conundrum of Grey Wardens needing to be outside of politics. “…to king Alistair Theirin, first of his name. I swear to never cause him harm and to observe my homage to him completely against all persons in good faith and without deceit.”

She could hear murmurs raising from behind her, for the unorthodoxy of her vow. Not as loud as she would have feared, which was good and gave her a good idea of how strong her position actually was at court. Eamon’s firey glance, which she felt more than saw, only made her surer in what she was doing. Oh, she would have worn that angry glare like the most precious of jewels, she thought as she kissed the ring on Alistair’s right hand, as was custom to seal the oath.

She had one more thing to tell him, tho. Before the rest of the celebrations brought them apart, she had some more words and some more oaths. Which were just for him, just for the two of them. They hadn’t really spoken in the last days, they hadn’t parted in the best of ways, and he didn’t know whether she planned on staying or not. So, as he motioned to slip his hand away, clearing his throat in that way that she knew meant that he was getting flustered, she clenched her fingers over his, keeping him there and leaning forward to him, gaze fixed in his.

“I promise also that you’ll always have me by your side. Should you want or need one, I’ll always be an ally, for you.” She lowered her voice, and she didn’t care if people were staring. “You’ll never be alone shouldn’t you wish to, and I am not going to let anyone hurt you, not anymore. This I promise.”

It was personal, it was intimate, it was an echo of things she already told him, once, when they shared a tent and he told her more about his story and fears, quietly and softly in the deep of night. It was an echo, and yet it was as true as the first time she told him. From his expression, he felt it too: from the longing in his eyes, he knew. What was still to be said, was whether he really believed she committed. But for that, she still had a card up her sleeve, ready to be played before evening fell.

She bowed her head, letting go of his hand, finally, and raising up to return to her place. Bann Teagan, up in the first row of seats, casted her an inquisitive glance, not very benevolent, and she replied in tow, glaring back. She saved his village when he could not, she had no reasons to care for his opinion.

She stood back, so straight she looked taller, majestic and an imposing presence. So much so that nobody dared to speak to her. It was good.

It was good, when she was called back on the dais for her part of the ceremony, as the new king was properly greeted, and Alistair offered her a boon.

There were no murmurs, but proper gasps, when she refused to grant lands to the Dalish, and chose to stay and serve the crown, as a Chancellor in the King’s private council. Alistair smirked at that, a glint of amusement -Alyra hoped it was happiness too, but she didn’t want to illude herself- in his eyes as he ignored Eamon’s protests and granted the boon to her. She smirked right back, bowing her head in a thank you.

As if she ever believed that gifting to the Dalish the lands more hit by the Blight was ever meant to be a real boon and not just a pacification. As she turned back, both Eamon and Teagan, from one side to the other, were livid. Anora, on the contrary, was smirking to, the faintest respect in her eyes.

Yes, she thought, it wouldn’t have been half bad, after all.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fic #writing petrel #hero of ferelden #alyra mahariel #dao #Urgh this was difficult she is difficult hope it's decent! #in this house we don't like Arl Eamon #Also the lands to the Dalish boon... They give the Blighted lands #It's the correspective of receiving a shitty gift for Christmas and needing to smile and thank #Alyra: Wow thank you you shouldn't have let me stay in your Council so I'll grant something better to my people myself. <_<

[practicalmagicintuitions]

Thank you for your recent reading, I love how real you are, and would never fake the cards to please anyone. You just say it as you see it. 

“Maybe we are past engagement already but he realised he made a mistake or he will after the wedding. We all have those jokes about runaway brides…well runaway groom is a thing too.”

Exactly, I truly believe they are secretly engaged, it is just a hunch. But I hope they do not reach a wedding and marriage stage, to begin with. 

Maybe it happened when they were in the US during the holidays.

They will regret it deeply, especially him, socially and financially. 

This will be his second engagement if it happened, but the previous one was with someone likeable at least. There is a picture of them together, and they did look very happy. 

I have said it before and I will say it again, no matter what pictures you see of HC and NV, there is no love at all. No genuine feelings, maybe physical attraction, but I do not believe there is true love or a soul mate situation. 

“I won’t sugarcoat it, I will tell you what was my thought immediately. That she is pregnant and she is not happy. Here, I’ve said it…”

This could be real, no one knows. But, I do not believe this would happen, especially since she has been travelling with him a lot, it is not so safe if it is recent. 

I saw an ask a while ago, where they asked if a baby can mean a project between two people, this can relate to the Warhammer project, since in the career reading, there is negative feedback and recklessness/ stubbornness.  

These are just my feelings, I do not wish any harm to anyone at all, but I do not believe she is pregnant. I could be wrong tho. 

“I think HC is traditional enough not to want a child without wedlock so if the pregnancy happens I think he would say he doesn’t want the kid at all or say let’s get married then. This depends on the woman who delivers the news to him. Since NV is his official gf I think the marriage is more likely.” 

This is also very interesting, I do believe he would not have kids without being married. NV might want to marry him, but I do not see any motherly type here, she has no warmth at all. So they are getting married for the wrong reasons, which are not bad on their own, but together, their interests are not the same. 

 Henry might end up marrying her because he feels it is the next step that he NEEDS and MUST do, which is to settle. And it does not matter if she is the one or not. If he ends up doing that, he is truly THE FOOL. 

On the other hand, I think she is delusional as well. She is holding on to a dead relationship, I do have the feeling that he is cold towards her as well.

If you remember the interviews where he mentioned her, COME ON, it was sooo fake and forced in a way. This is not how you talk about someone when you are "happy in love and life".

Overall, this was a very interesting reading and insight. It is just heavy. 

I do not believe this relationship will last, the foundation as you said is weak and they are not meant to be together, they do not fit. 

They might look like a “Power couple”, but it is only a facade. 

It is not genuine.  

Thank you so much, means a lot. I am glad, you found the reading interesting. :)

I sopped to follow him and everything about him completely. I saw him and her at a premier (Avatar maybe?) and they seemed very nervous. Maybe because that was a big premiere to attend but they seemed out of synchrony. She didn't know what to do, how to pose and for how long and was not the most gentle with her. Almost like he was annoyed by her clumsiness on the red carpet.

"This could be real, no one knows. But, I do not believe this would happen, especially since she has been travelling with him a lot, it is not so safe if it is recent. "

Actually, you are correct. If the thing I think will happen we won't know because this is not something people advertise. At least usually. Maybe we will have some "source" in magazines or they will try to play it differently. I have no idea how much she travels, to be honest, but if he could pay for a private jet for Corey I guess he is doing the same with his gf, so even if she is pregnant, she can travel for months comfortably.

"I saw an ask a while ago, where they asked if a baby can mean a project between two people, this can relate to the Warhammer project, since in the career reading, there is negative feedback and recklessness/ stubbornness. "

I honestly don't remember this ask, but I will answer. (EDIT: This turned out to be a very long answer, sorry) Anyone who has a little idea about tarot knows that almost every card can mean anything based on the surrounding cards and the question. In my reading I had a specific ask about his business and 2 general ones about them as individuals. I even said this. When I pulled the cards, especially for hers I instantly felt "pregnancy" and "unhappiness". I am an intuitive tarot reader and my method proved me right many times. 2 years ago when everyone celebrated him and envisioned him as some mega A list who has Supes, Witcher, and Highlander, I was the only one I know who said he will lose both Supes and the Witcher. And I was right.

The 4 cards (plus the outcome) I pulled for them as individuals are not really job or business cards. And the question or the intuition wasn't there either.

The problem with "reinterpreting" others' readings is that we are different individuals, using different deks, and reading energies differently. I can accept and be grateful for feedback from seasoned readers who has a track record I can check. Meaning they proved themselves that they understand how tarot works, and the mechanism and the psychology of it and they can show me reading where they were correct. I don't mean "feelings and he thinks/she thinks" stuff. I meant something that can be proven and checked.

I don't go to other readers' pages, and I don't watch YT readings because I have unlimited faith in myself. If I made a mistake and something turns out differently that will be my mistake (aka I haven't copied anyone), I will own it and more importantly, I can learn from it. That's why I found it funny when someone is coming here and say one of my predictions hasn't happened yet. Do you think this upsets me? OMG no! This is an opportunity for me to grow and learn. How old are those people if making a mistake is such a big deal to them?

If I just echo others because they predict something comfortable that is dishonest. Cards will know. That's why you simply cannot ask the cards the same question every day. You need time between the same asks, that's what I do here. I don't ask the same question every week. Tarot is extremely important to me, what you see here is just a little slice of my practice. So when I saw someone messing with it and don't understand it, just makes me sad and upset.

"If he ends up doing that, he is truly THE FOOL. " Him being represented as the Fool doesn't mean (automatically) that he is a fool. Again, this is a tarot concept, not a slur and if someone here on my blog long enough knows that I always got the Fool if I read about him. This is his significator as the Empress rx is NV's

I also don't think they will last, never thought it. But before a breakup they can experience many things together.

OMG it turned out super long, apologies. Have a nice day.

EDIT 2 : I reread my answer and I forget to add that of course I can make mistakes, and misinterpret the cards. Having faith in myself doesn't mean I think I can do no wrong! I just simply cannot start my interpretation with the fear that " what if it's incorrect" Putting myself out here is nerve-wracking enough. I must have to have faith and this is what I can advise everyone, reader or not. You will have plenty of time to reinvent, and rethink if you make a mistake but first, you must have faith. Making a mistake is an opportunity to grow and that is not a bad thing. At least in my book. You just have to know how to use and learn from them.

[mytalemyworld]

Sanem: He cheated on me.

Omgggg, she threw him under the bus.

I know this show has become very light-hearted lately, there are some serious topics too but we don't have any character outside of the Cevher & Arsen circle. Given that they’ve turned into a very big family, heartbreaking scenes don't happen as much as before.

However...the last "marriage incident" is too interesting to go to waste so the writers leashed all conflicts and drama all at once.

I was prepared for Bora & Sanem drama but not in this way and I must say I loved it. Because...

We saw how these characters still preserve their famous traits and fears.

She is the black sheep of the family. Her fears have such a huge impact on her actions. She is afraid of being seen a disappointment in her mother's eyes too much that she can't even think throughly of the consequences of her words.

There were a mililon other things to say but she chose to say this.

A. BIG. MISTAKE.

When she saw that he wasn't going to play along this time, she realised she might have gone too far. Then she saw what she really had done as soon as she heard what her mom said.

Çolpan: You cheated on my daughter. I was expecting something like this from you anyway.

For her mom cheating is eighth deadly sin. Çolpan had never fully accepted him but now with this it looks impossible.

She literally tainted his new image in her mother's eyes, put him in a very difficult position in front of her family and his father.

Azra: Won't you say something, Bora? Bora: Me? No, I won't say anything. The photo Sanem showed tells you everything. Sanem: So it is not photoshopped? Bora: No.

O.M.G.

She wanted to give him a way out but he was so done this time. He did not say anything to defend himself nor tell that she was lying. He put up his walls back again.

Erman: Son, give us an explanation. Bora: No, dad. There is no explanation. I am just sorry for ruining your evening, this special dinner with such unpleasant things.

Oh, my. He looked so hurt.

First she didn’t want her mom to find out their relationship and now this. He might put his defense mechanism back but no matter how cold he is you can see a broken heart. And Sanem saw it too. Her heart got broken as well for making him like this.

Bora: I wish the only thing hurt was my cheek. This was too much, Efe. Really. The first thing she gave up on was our relationship. This is what upsets me. Being the first person whom Sanem gives up on without thinking. When people are put under pressure their real thoughts rise to the surface. Efe: Will you give up on her this easily? Then how can you be different from her? Bora: No. Who says I will give up easily? You will help me.

So.. cold-blooded Bora Göktaş is back.

this is the GOOD KIND OF ANGST.

#evlilik hakkında her şey #sanem x bora #sanem cevher #bora göktaş #gökçe eyüboğlu #serkan altunorak

[nimbasa-hideaways]

Absolutely positive

[ooc: i got two outstandingly affirmative responses. just in case people don't want to know (bc they want to see it for themselves) i will put a dropdown.]

[Super Paper Mario is, in my opinion, one of the best Mario games to date. It tells the story of Count Bleck, formerly known as Blumiere, and his lost love Timpani.]

[The easiest place to start telling the tale is from the beginning, and so, I shall.]

[Timpani and Blumiere were born of rival tribes. Timpani was a member of the tribe of Ancients, or... magical humans, I guess. Blumiere was a member of the tribe of Darkness. Blumiere stumbled and fell off of a cliff one day, landing next to the bewildered Timpani. He was very seriously injured.]

[The two tribes were not allowed to talk to each other, yet Timpani insisted on healing Blumiere. At first, he tried to protest- very firm in his ways as a member of his tribe. But soon, he gave in and let the kind and pure woman tend to his wounds. It didn't take long for their romance to bloom.]

[The two toyed with the idea of marriage- a subject just as, if not more taboo than their relationship as a whole. Blumiere's father was the leader of the Tribe of Darkness, and he hated the Tribe of Ancients with a burning passion- he forbade their marriage, just as expected. But the two young lovers did not let that stop them.]

[They planned to run away, marry in secret- somewhere that those customs could never find them again. But Blumiere's father found out, and punished the two. He put a curse upon Timpani, dooming her to wander dimensions forever- and thus separating the lovers.]

[His mistake was his wording when he told Blumiere. The way he had spoken made it sound like Timpani had been executed instead, and Blumiere was furious. He took the Dark Prognosticus, a dangerous and evil book, and destroyed not just his father, but the entire Tribe of Darkness. And thus, Count Bleck took Blumiere's place in the world, swearing to destroy all worlds if he couldn't have his darling Timpani.]

[At some point in Timpani's wandering, she met Merlon after being sent by the curse into Flipside. Merlon saw how weak the woman was, and turned her into the Pixl known as Tippi.]

[After an undetermined amount of time, we get to the game's events.]

[Count Bleck kidnaps Princess Peach, Luigi and Bowser. By forcing Peach and Bowser to marry, he kicks off the end of worlds- he creates the Chaos Heart, and the void that slowly starts to consume all worlds. Mario is taken to Flipside with Tippi, and tasked with saving all worlds by collecting the only things that can counter the Chaos Heart- the eight Pure Hearts.]

[Plotwise, Tippi doesn't have much relevance until chapter 3- when an absolutely repulsing lizard steals her and the player must save her. It is then that she finally starts to be comfortable around Mario and co, even beginning to be more expressive.]

[Eventually, Tippi and the Count slowly realise who the other is. Tippi becomes sick at some point, and begins to talk about Blumiere after she heals without realising it- Dimentio hears this and tells the Count, leading to the conversation where they realise they're the ones the other needs.]

[During the final chapter, after the villain is defeated, Tippi becomes desperate. She doesn't want to lose her darling Blumiere again, but there seems to be no other way to stop the void but to sacrifice him. Blumiere gets an idea.]

[He takes the others to the chapel where he tricked Bowser and Peach. He asks Tippi a simple question.]

["Timpani, do you still..."]

[It's as though he pauses a moment, hesitates. Like he fears what she might say.]

["Do you still love me?"]

[To his happiness, she responds affirmatively. He expresses sadness that his solution may cause her game to end as well- their way of referring to death- but she doesn't care. The two take their places at the altar, and remind each other of just how much they love each other. Tippi speaks up, and turns his question back to him.]

["Blumiere... do you still love me, as well?"]

[And his response, I like to imagine, is soft and gentle. As if any other response were the incorrect one.]

["Of course... I have thought about you every moment since you disappeared..."]

[The Count expresses remorse at the pain he has caused Tippi to bear, but she doesn't mind it. With one last I Love You, the Pure Hearts surround the Chaos Heart.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, Timpani and Blumiere move on to a place they promised they'd be after so long.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, the Chaos Heart is destroyed, and the void ceases to be. The worlds are saved, and those already lost are restored.]

[Timpani and Blumiere are never seen again, forever happy together at last.]

#from the nimbasa subway control room #i'm so sorry i rambled omg #just. comfort game. I Am Timpani yknow?