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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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i know i JUST sent a request but if you don't like that one, maybe you could write one where chris and the reader are just friends and there's one day when chris is in a bad mood bc the triplets and the reader had planned to go out, but the reader gets her period and can't go, so chris is just being bitchy towards everyone and matt tells nick "it's probably bc his girlfriend isn't here" and chris debies it; then maybe it gets chris thinking about how much better his day would be is the reader was actually his girlfriend so he could comfort her while she's on her period ? and maybe that motivates him to ask her out ? idk

i hate that i said something so specific, you could take the idea and make it your own if you prefer ! thank you 🩷 :)

philia

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philia (greek)- affectionate love. a type of love that involves friendship. this is the kind of live that friends have for each other. greek philosopher, plato, beloved that philia was stronger than the love that is eros (physical/ sexual desire, passion, lust, and/or romance. the kind of live couples have for each other) he believed that relationships built off of philia and eventually leading to eros were the strongest. friends to lovers.

a/n: i took this request and did my own little spin on it. i hope you like it!! i didn’t really proofread so there’s probably some errors in there, i had to copy and paste this whole thing from screenshots in my camera roll 😭 anyways… enjoy!!

chris pov

i’ve been stressed out all week. between filming and my brand, it’s been getting harder and harder to find time for myself. i’m in dire need of some sort of distraction. i need to get my mind off of everything going on. and in all honesty, there was only one person that could make that possible. y/n.

i’ve been best friends with y/n for as long as i can remember. our moms are best friends, so we’ve known each other since diapers. we have been practically attached at the hip since we could walk. she has always been my person. wanted to get away from my brothers for a bit? i’m texting her to hang out. needed to vent? she’s all ears. advice on an outfit? i’m spending 10 minutes in the mirror trying to take the perfect picture to send to her. hockey or lacrosse game? she’s there cheering me on in the front row wearing my jersey number. she has always been there for me.

today my brothers, myself, and y/n had all planned on hanging out. its our second day back in boston after a month of being in la. we’ve had this planned since the day y/n dropped us off at the airport before we flew back to la. i’ve really been looking forward to it. i haven’t seen y/n in so long. the transition from seeing her everyday to going weeks on end without hearing her laugh, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume that i could never get enough of, and overall just the lack of her presence has been much harder than i’m willing to admit.

my alarm goes off at 8 am. i wanted to make sure i had plenty of time to get ready for today. i groggily reach over to my night stand, my face still buried in my pillows, feeling around for my phone to shut off the blaring sound of my alarm. i finally feel the cool glass of the screen. i pick it up and bring it closer to my face, squinting my eyes at the sudden gleam of brightness beaming from my phone. after i hit stop on my alarm, i notice a text from y\n.

i know its not her fault. she has no control over that. but couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment crash over my chest. this was the one thing i had been looking forward to doing for all of a month and now the one person who was going to make it worth while won’t even be there? great. just my luck. i stick my tongue in my cheek and begin typing a response. careful not to come across as upset. i didn’t want her to feel bad. my reliance on her isn’t her problem and i couldn’t make her feel like it was.

i roll out of bed and throw on a white t-shirt i had taken off the night before and thrown at the end of my bed. i walk downstairs into the kitchen, opening up the cabinet to grab a cup before slamming it shut.

“what is your deal?” nick asks, who was already sitting at the island in the middle of our kitchen, scrolling on his phone. his brows furrowed with a confused yet annoyed look plastered on his face.

“nothing” i mumble. avoiding eye contact and opening up the fridge. pouring myself a glass of water from the brita.

nick rolls his eyes at my blunt response. not even bothering to entertain the situation further.

“do you know when y/n is coming over or are we just gonna pick her up on our way to the movie?” he asks, changing the subject. unbeknownst to him that his question rubbed salt right in the wound.

“she’s not coming” i reply.

“oh. why not? is she okay?”

“she doesn’t feel good.” i bemoan. “she said she might come around tomorrow”

“aw” nick frowns sympathetically. “i hope she starts feeling better. that sucks.”

“yup” i concluded the conversation. not wanting to talk about it anymore. the more i thought about it the more upset i became.

soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same soon matt comes down the stairs. nick informs him of the situation. he responds with the same nonchalant 'oh i hope she feels better response that nick had. the same one i'm sure anyone would have. anyone who didn't need her to function that is. i wish i didn't care so much. i didn't know why i did. it's like the betrayed feeling of when your friends texts you and tells you that they won't be at school. except it was ten times worse. growing up it had always been no y/n, no chris. we were like a package deal. invited to a party? only if y/n also got an invite. vacations? i was begging my parents to let her come with us. she is my rock.

when it comes time to leave for the movie, i practically have to drag myself out of the door. i open up the door to the van, get in, and slam it shut.

"dude what is your problem?" matt looks over at me from the drivers seat.

"he's been in a pissy mood all day long. its getting on my nerves nick interjects from the backseat.

“im just tired. we were on a plane all day yesterday and i couldn't sleep" i defend. lying through my teeth. i knew my brothers knew it too.

"you sure it has nothing to do with y/n not being able to make it today?" matt questions.

" don't care that she can't come." i lie. again.

"yeah right" nick scoffs. i look back at him and roll my eyes. he returns the action.

we arrive at the theater and buy our tickets. we get popcorn and soda and find our seats. matt and nick discuss what movies they wanted to see next as the previews play on the big screen in front of us. i say nothing. i just sit there and scroll on my phone. y/n hasn't texted me all day. i knew it was because she wasn't feeling well and she was probably just sleeping. but i couldn't help but feel a shot of jealousy coursing through my body.

"chris get off your phone the movie is starting." nick pushes my phone down.

i could hardly even pay attention to what was happening in the movie. my brain was taken over by the thought of y/n. why can't i stop thinking about her? sure she's my best friend and i thought about her enough as is, but something felt different today. i've never felt like this before. it felt like a brick was stacked on top of my heart. another being added each time i saw something that reminded me of her. anytime her name even crossed my mind, which, was going on about 5 times per second it felt like. it was suffocating. i don't know why i'm feeling like this. i didn't want to know, if i'm being honest. it scared me. more than i’m even willing to admit.

the movie ends and we all get up from our seats. the lights slowly become brighter. the crunch of popcorn under peoples feet as the stepped filled the air.

after we get home, i don't feel like talking. matt and nick were both sitting around at the island in our kitchen, discussing the movie. i head straight for the stairs.

"someone's upset they couldn't see their girlfriend today" nick jokes.

"she's not my fucking girlfriend. i don't care that i

couldn't see her today. i really don't. my life doesn’t revolve around y/n. you guys are being ridiculous." i argue. girlfriend. the word hit me straight in the gut.

"she may not be your girlfriend sure but you wish she was” matt interrupts. there it is again. that feeling. that feeling i wanted to stop being corrupted with. the feeling i couldn't pin down. the feeling of her.

"you're insane” i hiss. turning my back and going up the the stairs and into my bedroom.

i slam the door shut behind me and lay down on my bed. staring at the ceiling. i just wanted to sleep. i didn't want to think about it anymore. but i couldn't.

girlfriend. the thought of y/n being my girlfriend almost suppressed the gut wrenching feeling that was still brewing in my chest. it's like it was almost satisfied. like i almost had it all figured out.

the more i sat in silence, the more my mind overtook me. the more y/n had flooded everything i had inside of me.

just as my eyes grew heavy, and my thoughts began to slow. it hit me.

im in love with my best friend.

i sat straight up in my bed. i check my phone. 2 am.

unlike hours before, this was the first time i wasn't thinking. i race down the stairs and put my shoes on. y/n only lived just down the street. i could get there in less than three minutes. i open the door, the cold butter air instantly hitting me. i didn't care though. i step out and make a bee line to y/ n's house.

her room was on the second story. when we were 12, we hid a ladder underneath her deck. for years i would use it to sneak up to her room late at night just to hang out. i pull out the ladder from underneath her porch. careful not to make too much ruckus, in fear that i would wake up her parents. i set up the ladder right in line with her window in 10 seconds tops. i knew this like the back of my hand. i climbed up the ladder and tapped on her window.

readers pov

a gentle tapping on my window pulls my eyes away from my book. it didn't scare me. i knew it was chris. only chris knew how to get up here. only chris knew our secret knock pattern that we came up with all those years ago. but at 2am? in the freezing cold? what did he want? he hadn't even texted me letting me know he was coming. weird.

i threw my legs over the side of my bed and make my way to my window. i pull my curtains aside, unlock the window, and let him in.

"chris what are you doing here? it's 2 am and freezing outside." i question and he steps over the window sill and into my bedroom.

"y/n im in love with you" he breathes heavily. his blue eyes looking down at me with desperation. i felt my heart sink.

"w-what?" i ask. i couldn't believe what i was hearing.

“im in love with you. so undeniably, inevitability, embarrassingly in love with you. i think i always have. just haven't really known what it was j was feeling until now. i love the way you laugh. the way your smile lights up every room you walk into. how kind you are to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. i love the way-“ he rambles and i cut him off.

“chris-“ he doesn't stop talking.

“-i love the way you do your hair. i love the color of your eyes. i love how you dress. i love-" i cut him off again.

"chris!" i raise my voice louder this time. needing his attention.

he stops talking and looks at me. waiting for me to speak.

i take a deep breath.

"i have a boyfriend.”

to be continued...

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u2fangirlie-blog · 5 days

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Good Omens Crowley and Aziraphale Reunited Playlist

In anticipation of Good Omens Season 3, here’s the “Crowley and Aziraphale Reunited and It Feels So Good Playlist.” We know our favorite demon and angel will be reunited. Take heart, have faith, and keep hope. Crowley and Aziraphale will be together again, like chocolate and peanut butter. This is music Maggie and Nina would put together in a playlist for a party celebrating the Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship. The songs are about friendship and love.

How ever you as a fan define the love they share – eros, philia, or agape - we know Crowley and Aziraphale love each other. In the Good Omens universe, angels and demons are sexless and genderless. However, they can have genders and sex body parts if they want to. They can be sexual, asexual, binary, nonbinary, romantic, aromantic, hetero, homo, bi, pan. They can be any expression of the spectrum of identities and orientations. Above all else, they can love each other.

Maggie, Nina, Aziraphale, and Crowley are going to sing a karaoke version of “That’s What Friends Are For” at the party.

Please enjoy this unashamedly, unapologetically romantic, silly, sentimental, and sugary playlist (with extra cheesy goodness).

See note after list on song the selection process.

Songs include:

“You’re My Best Friend” – Queen

“Let’s Stay Together” – Al Green

“For Once in My Life” – Stevie Wonder

“Reunited” – Peaches and Herb

“Love and Happiness” – Al Green

“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

“That’s What Friends Are For” – Dionne Warwick, Elton John, Gladys Knight, and Stevie Wonder

“I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)” – Aretha Franklin and George Michael

“Can’t Fight this Feeling” – REO Speedwagon

“Time After Time” – Cyndi Lauper

“I’ll Be There” – Mariah Carey and Trey Lorenz version

“I’ll Stand by You” – The Pretenders

“I Say a Little Prayer” – Aretha Franklin

“I Honestly Love You” – Olivia Newton John

“God Only Knows” – The Beach Boys

“Don’t Let Me Down” – The Beatles

“Just the Two of Us” – Grover Washington, Jr., ft. Bill Withers

“Just the Way You Are” – Billy Joel

“Your Song” – Elton John

“How Deep is Your Love” – The Bee Gees

“The Air that I Breathe” – K.D. Lang version

“Time in a Bottle” – Jim Croce

“Up Where We Belong” – Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes

“Islands in the Stream” – Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers

“Endless Love” – Diana Ross and Lionel Richie

“Almost Paradise” – Mike Reno and Ann Wilson

“Leather and Lace” – Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

“Feels Like Home” – Bonnie Raitt

“In Your Eyes” – Peter Gabriel

“I Want to Know What Love Is” – Foreigner

“Never Tear Us Apart” – INXS

“Eternal Flame” – The Bangles

“Heaven is a Place on Earth” – Belinda Carlisle

“Walking on Sunshine” – Katrina and The Waves

“Never Gonna Give You Up” – Rick Astley

“Everlasting Love” – U2 version

“[I Can’t Help] Falling in Love with You” – UB40 version

“Let’s Get It On” – Marvin Gaye

P.S.: Aziraphale secretly loves romantic duets and rock ballads. He wouldn’t admit it because his personality is classical music. However, he longs to sing karaoke duets with Crowley. “Reunited,” “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough,” “I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me),” “I’ll Be There,” “Don’t Let Me Down,” “Up Where We Belong,” “Islands in the Stream,” “Endless Love,” “Almost Paradise,” and “Leather and Lace.”

P.P.S.: “Never Gonna Give You Up.” Crowley unironically loves this song, but he invented “Rickrolling,” so Rick Astley would get paid more in song royalties. Who’s laughing now?

P.P.P.S.: “Let’s Get It On.” Crowley has experienced all the infinite varieties of human, demonic, angelic, and supernatural being sexuality and intimacy. Like various “sins” thought up by humans (without demonic influence), he has taken credit for inventing some of the more fun, creative intimate activities. He consulted on the artwork in the Kama Sutra. Crowley secretly wants to snuggle under the blankets with Aziraphale on cold rainy days, but he would never admit it because it would ruin his reputation.

Note on song selection:

Yes, the playlist is exclusively classic pop and rock songs. I’m a Gen Xer. David Tennant and Michael Sheen are Gen Xers. Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett are Boomers. This is the music I grew up listening to. These songs make me feel good. They don’t write songs like this anymore. I’m a cool college English teacher. My job is to corrupt the youth of the nation. Ms. Myers is going to expose you to culture. I’m a cool spinster aunt. Auntie Amy is gonna learn you about oldies music. I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. Listen to the lyrics. They fit. The list flows. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

#neil gaiman #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #aziraphale #crowley #playlist #reunited playlist #classic love songs

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mamasturn · 2 years

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hi! i hope you’re having a great day :) i would love to send a req! can u do one of the reader being bothered by someone and austin getting really mad and protective? thank u so much <3

thanks for the ask <3333 hopefully you like it

philia

pairing: austin butler x black!fem!oc

content: austin and his wife hit the red carpet for the first time, but are met with scrutiny

warning: none

She was a quiet individual. Her thoughts, ideas, passions, and inspirations often cast away in the treasure box called her mind. Expressions of emotions jailed behind soft lips he often tried to pry open. She was a quiet individual, and that's what drew him toward her.

She was a lot like him in many ways. At times she found it difficult to speak when anxiety suffocated her like warm hair in a sauna. Eye contact made her nervous as she found it to be "too intimate" with anyone outside of her husband. There were good days and there would bad days, but the growth was commendable.

A bad day came sooner than she would have liked. Premiere day was one that she dreaded. At that point, she'd have to come out of the shadows and the world would have a face to match with the title "Austin Butler's wife." She was fine with no one knowing who she was, that meant no one could bother her. However, she could only go so long with being faceless and nameless.

She'd never been to Paris before and the trip came quicker than she expected. From dreaming of buying a purse in the YSL store (which she had the privilege to do), to riding in the slickest of limos seated next to her husband of just over a year.

He was a beautiful man, both inside and out. Gentle and calm, polite and honest, warm and attentive. Everything she desired in a partner, she found in him and she couldn't be more grateful for that.

He turned his head after catching her heavy gaze. Austin's left hand moved to rest on her inner thigh, the coolness of his wedding band against her warm skin causing her to jump. He massaged her flesh with his thumb.

"You look stunning, love." He leaned over to kiss her neck gently. "Absolutely stunning." She'd been dressed by Cartier for the evening in a floor length gown with a thigh slit going up the left leg. The dress was a deep blue-purple to match the small flower on his chest. Her shoes were silver as well as her jewelry. She typically wore her hair in a bun, however, it'd been pressed and framed her face beautifully.

"You alright, baby?"

The corners of her lips rose to produce the most convincing smile she could muster. She saw the twitch of his brow and the restraint on his face. He wanted to ask why she was lying about how she felt, she could tell. But, he didn't want to push her.

"Mhm. You let me know when you wanna tell me how you're really feeling."

The doors to the limo opened before she could fix her lips to respond. She inhaled deeply as she turned her rings around to calm her nerves. The cheers were heard from excited individuals when Austin came into view. They only got louder when she was fully out of the car.

"And here we have it, actor Austin Butler has arrive with who we are almost certain is his wife." Multiple reporters spoke into microphones and earpieces as they were ushered to the carpet. Her grip around his hand tightened, causing him to pause.

"You alright? We don't have to walk right now, if you don't want to..."

"No, no, it's okay. A little nervous," she admitted. "I'm okay." She gave a reassuring nod and squeeze of his hand before allowing him to lead the way to the carpet. She wondered if they could tell that she was ready to collapse from all that was going on.

The yells and hollers, flashing lights, jeers and boos. How did he deal with it? How did anyone deal with it? She felt his hand snake around her waist and rest on her bottom. "Almost done, baby, you're doing great."

She met his eyes with a nervous smile. "Mrs. Butler!" Her name being called captured her attention. "Tell us--how did you and your husband meet?"

"Coffee shop in Australia during filming," she managed to answer sweetly. "Mid to late 2019, I'll say." "What attracted you to him? His looks or his occupation?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "Was he an opportunity to put your name out there as an attorney?"

She was taken back. Taken back, angry, confused, and embarrassed. They tried to make her out to be a gold digger. Not a woman who worked damn hard in her profession to make it where she was. She needed no help from no man.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what you're trying to get at here," Austin interrupted boldly, anger bubbling within him. This was exactly what he feared--a lack of respect for his wife.

"The whole gold-digger assumption is outdated and ridiculous. A woman can be successful without the help of a man. I have nothing to do with her success, it was all her. I just support wherever she needs me to. I won't let you belittle my wife for the sake of a good story to take back to your boss. Talk about me all you want, I'll be damned if you come for her."

"Let's go, sweetheart."

They trailed further toward the end of the carpet. She stopped him though, resting her hand on his chest and bringing her blood-stained lips to his ear.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate you defending me."

Austin smiled and pulled her closer by her waist, letting his hand drop further. "I always got you...and I'll have you later when this dress is off." A soft giggle fell from her lips as she tipped her head back. She kissed his lips gently and she felt her nerves washing away.

"Looking forward to it, Mr. Butler."

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in-omni-scientia · 6 months

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Thank you for listening to me. I know I get- uh, *heated* at times when it comes to things like this, and I can't put into words how much appreciate you coming to check in on me when I start falling apart.

You're wonderful, Encyclopedia. I hope you know that I really *do* love when you go on about your facts and clauses and- whatever those lists things are, despite me calling you out on it in my earlier post.

Philia et pragma,

Empathy

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#<3 #contains: txt #author/s: me #contains: answers #skillsposting

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writing-for-life · 10 months

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The Light of Stars Master Post

Here is the promised master post, which sends you directly to the chapters on Ao3.

Your comments, likes and reblogs/shares are super-appreciated, be it here or on Ao3. Writers and creators love to hear from you.

Art by me

Chapter 30: Epilogue, in which we find out that some stories are not fully told, and where the journey will take us.

Chapter 29: Solid Dreams, in which we hear the story of the true nature of all 12 dream stones.

Chapter 28: Sapphire, in which commitment leads to shenanigans in the throne room. But of course that’s not really the most important bit (or is it?).

Chapter 27: Aletheia, in which confessions are made that cause deep pain.

Chapter 26: Philia, in which we meet an old friend.

Chapter 25: Petaloudia, in which we care about those left behind.

Chapter 24: Chrysalis, in which everything changes yet stays the same.

Chapter 23: The Dreaming Is You, in which all hope seems lost, but that’s not an option.

Chapter 22: Stygian Sleep, in which a dream leads to what was always the only reality.

Chapter 21: Mnēmē, in which memories lead to despair, and two siblings enlist the help of a third.

Chapter 20: Cosmic Dust, in which love seems lost, and G.K. Chesterton & Syed Arshad teach us something about its meaning.

Chapter 19: Dying Stars, in which sacrifices are made and memories are lost.

Chapter 18: Collapse, in which what once felt safe comes crashing down.

Chapter 17: Imbalance, in which old wounds are opened and new ones are caused.

Chapter 16: The Veil of Night, in which two sisters talk some more, and the chapter title is appropriately ambiguous.

Chapter 15: A Waking World of Possibilities, in which we explore female friendship and awkward scenes in restaurants.

Chapter 14: Surrender, in which the chapter title says all there is to say.

Chapter 13: Wide Awake Yet Dreaming, in which dams finally break and the lines between reality and dreaming become blurred.

Chapter 12: It’s Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny, But In Ourselves, in which siblings talk and far reaching decisions are made.

Chapter 11: Dreamless, in which Desire is our favourite bitch, and they always catch on a bit quicker than everyone else.

Chapter 10: The Dream is Over, in which we remember Neil Gaiman once said we would never see Morpheus dance, and this writer says: “Hold my beer…” (but really, that’s not what the chapter is about. At all.)

Chapter 9: Of Ravens and Humans, in which a raven is a bit indiscreet, and no one is truly sorry about it.

Chapter 8: Creating Stars, in which we meet the Three Sisters (but not the ones you’re thinking of).

Chapter 7: Kerykeion, in which Morpheus remembers something he had long forgotten.

Chapter 6: Rainbows, in which we see refractions of light and discuss the wonders of drinking coffee (don’t take that one too seriously).

Chapter 5: Painting the Invisible, in which the Lord of Dreams has to admit to a deficit in understanding the workings of mortal feelings.

Chapter 4: The Science of Sleep, in which sleep brings peace and paintings uncover that which is true.

Chapter 3: Stories Past But Not Forgotten, in which the door to Lucienne's Library opens other doors.

Chapter 2: Understanding Without Knowing, in which a quest begins in both the Dreaming and the Waking World, and a very reluctant alliance to find the answers is formed.

Chapter 1: Juxtapositions, in which artist Thalia Callaghan finds herself having strange dreams.

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crossovershipsandedits · 9 months

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Characters: Tiger Lily x Lampwick

Fandoms: Peter Pan 1953 and Pinocchio 1940

Relationship: Romantic

Characters: Lampwick X Tiger Lily

Fandoms: Pinocchio | Peter Pan

Relationship: Romantic

Submitted by @casinotrio1965

OK SO

I actually did a butt load of research for this one... Maybe more than necessary lol But hey, it worked out in the end! I'll make a readmore here so you don't have to read if you don't want ajdbfodndoekfjfir

Let me explain my thought process;

I've never seen either of these films. Not 100%. Pinocchio is a big nope, never seen it. And Peter Pan was both a really long time ago and I only saw sections. SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN SEEING LAMPWICK HOLDING A CIGAR!!

So yeah, I freaked out because TL looks freaking 9 or something and he's smoking like a businessman. I searched all over Google in the hopes of finding their ages... this is what I found.

Tiger Lily never had a set age (probably from being in literal purgatory) and Lampwick is 12?!?! I guess those were just the times...

Anyway, while looking for TL's age, I see "Fans have agreed she is an adult, as she is old enough to marry" and think AWW HELL NAWW! However

I keep looking, because that doesn't seem right. The whole point of Peter Pan is being able to tell the difference between kids and adults, so it made no sense that she looks 9 (unless this was an anime, then God knows what her age is). THIS lead me to googling what age a girl can get married in a Native American tribe, since that's clearly what she's a part of.

My answer is.. nicer than "She's an adult". The youngest a girl can marry in most Native American tribes is 15. Arrangements can be made from the age of 8, but nothing can happen until 15. With what I read of TL's plot for the film, this tracks amazingly well.

And, just to be sure, I looked up Peter's age too (since she apparently has a crush on him despite the fandom saying it's familial love -sweet home ala- anyway..). Peter Pan is 12/13, so from my guessing, TL is either his age or a year or two younger, to fit with how 'old' Disney wrote romance.

...

Dear God this is a whole ass essay, I am so sorry

But yeah, I'm glad I don't have to turn this down for p*d*philia... They do make a cute pair but hoLY was I worried :')

#crossover ship #pinocchio #peter pan #pinoter pan #tiger lily #lampwick #tigerwick #lamplily #f/m #romantic ship

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suugrbunz · 1 month

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you know whats so underrated in the war fandoms? Philia and storge. Perhaps, i am saying this because I'm ace and verge on aromaticism as well...except for with fictional characters lmao. but anyway, i genuinely think the appreciation of philia is so underrated. egan and cleven remind me of my friend whom i affectionately call fishie. the pure hope cleven gives egan every time they reunite is something i could see within philia and my own friendship with fishie. because you see this person after a long day or they text you and you just start smiling because its them !! they're so wonderful !! and no matter what you will get through this with them by your side. similarly, I can see myself and another friend in winters and nixon. its just a matter of choosing them as your family. i mean i call fishie my sister and she calls me her sister. aaaaa, i just think friendship is so underrated and so lovely.

#hbo war #mota #masters of the air #BoB #Band of Brothers

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strawberry-metal · 25 days

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So I noticed Animasa styled models are somewhat making a comeback! I decided to hope on the train and update my Cirno model from 2013. She's so much better now. Has the default Animasa Miku bones, although she does have magic bones for her fingers, motherbone, bones for her wings, and bones for her hairbow. I also added more expressions. Everything also has a toon and spa file now.

Face is edited a little more too to be slightly more unique, though not a whole lot haha.

In my opinion, she looks best with self shadow off, however, if you're gonna use a shader effect on her, then leave it on. Otherwise, turn it off.

Butt will sometimes stick out if she bends too far, was the best that it could be fixed. "No teeth" expression removes default teeth. "Teeth" expression uses other set of teeth for expressions.

If you want to use the "teeth" expression, use the "no teeth" expression as well, so you don't have two sets of teeth lol I hope this model brings back nostalgia and Touhou fans like her. She's not AMAZING per say, but I did my best. Considering the date of release for this model,

I suppose you can consider this an Easter present from me. This is also my first model of the year, heh. I hope you all enjoy, also please follow the rules!

Rules:

Credit me! I prefer both as Strawberry-Metal and ShannaHeart, but just ShannaHeart is fine.

She can be edited only if she remains the same character.

Ask me before porting to gmod or sfm. Blender use is fine as long as it's personal use.

Please don't redistribute. Don't sell her or claim as your own either.

No R18, no p*d*philia and no inc*st

You can take parts, I don't mind!

No password this time.

Credits:

Head: Bekonated, with some eyelash, fangs and nose edits by me and a couple more expressions.

Base: Animasa and Chestnutscoop

Shoes and Socks: Tehrainbowllama

Eye texture: Was unfortunatly removed years ago and there's no trace of who made it. I only had the texture thanks to my old model.

Wings and one of the blush expressions: TechArts3D

Hair and bow and their textures: Purple Heart with rigging and physics by Len11999

Bow and Wings bones and physics: TheBizarreKazeko

Dress: Purple Heart

Dress rigging and physics: Creator also removed years ago, credit lost, only had dress thanks to old model.

Cry expression: TechArts3D and AnimeOtaku1020

Skin Toon: MelkTea

Nail Sph: dokaa

Hair and wings spa: ZinniaE

Face texture: Celicmon, had to remove lower lash texture and lip line, as I couldn't make them stop stretching during expressions.

All other toons and spa: Cinnabooty

Stage by kittyinhidding, poses by MMDMikuxLen, snowflake effect by kkinatv, simplesoftshadow effect by beamman, svssao effect by sovoro

Download: In my deviantart gallery. Description also contains two alt downloads if the DA one doesn't work.

#animasa #Cirno #Touhou #Touhou Project #Fairy #Winter #Cute #MMD #MikuMikuDance #download #dl #model download #model dl #3D #model #3D model #3D art #anime #anime girl #nostalgia #nostalgic

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jerzwriter · 3 months

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Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey (F!MC) - eventually 😊 Rating: Teen Words: 1,750 Series Summary: Can be found here. Chapter Summary: Jackie's day off does not go as planned when one, then two, unexpected visitors appeared. As Casey got ready for her lunch, "not date," Jackie & Bryce had some words for Tobias. A/N: For information about Tobias x Casey preceding this series, see here. This short series is part of the From Here to There Series that details how they ended up together after all. Participating in @choicesfebruary2024 - Philia/Deep Friendship - Jackie & Bryce, Tobias, too. Ludus - Tobias & Casey - though they don't see that yet. 😉 With Warning Masterlist | Tobias x Casey Masterlist My Full Masterlist

Six Weeks After Chemical Attack

It was a cold, grey Saturday morning in Boston. The perfect day for lying around in ratty old pajamas and doing as little as humanly possible. As the only roommate fortunate enough to have the day off, Jackie Varma was already planted on the couch, attempting to do just that... if it weren’t for one interloper. She spread out in an unnaturally long position, pressing her feet firmly into the sole other occupant, hoping he’d get a clue.

He didn’t.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Lahela!” She spat. “Can’t you take a hint?”

Startled, Bryce looked up from his phone. “Huh? What?”

“I’m practically pushing you off the couch, and still, you just sit there.”

“I didn’t notice.” Lifting Jackie’s feet from the side of his thigh, he plopped them onto his lap and grinned. “There, all better now.”

Jackie threw her head back and surrendered with a sigh. “If I’m stuck with you here, I suppose we should at least pick a movie to watch.”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Wanna wait for Casey to get out of the bathroom so we can pick something together?”

“Casey’s going out. I was supposed to have the place to myself, but noooo...”

“Out?” He asked with raised brows. “As in outside?”

“No. Out as in outer space,” Jackie quipped. “Of course, outside!”

“Well, that’s great!” Bryce enthused. I mean, she’s been skittish about leaving the apartment since... well, you know... She’s going out... this... this is good!”

Jackie twisted her lips. “I suppose. I just wish she’d go out with someone other than...”

The doorbell rang, interrupting Jackie, and seconds later, a breathless Casey poked her head into the room.

“Guys!” she huffed. “I’m not ready yet... can you get that for me?”

Jackie crossed her arms with a frown. “No.”

Ignoring her, Casey looked at Bryce with pleading eyes. “Bryce... please?”

Bryce always found it hard to say no to her, and since the attack that multiplied. Still, he was in no hurry to answer. Stretching his back, he looked at Jackie.

“Carrick?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Jackie hummed.

Bryce rubbed his brow. “She’s been seeing a lot of him... no?”

“He takes her to therapy every Wednesday. If she books an extra visit, he takes her to that, too. Then, once a week, he stops by to take her out for the day."

“Like on a date?”

“She swears it’s not a date.”

“And you believe her?”

Jackie shrugged. She was about to say something when Casey' popped in again.

“GUYS! It’s cold outside! Are you going to let him in?”

"Sure..." Bryce grinned.

“Thank you, Bryce. I should just be another fifteen minutes, tops! And please... be nice to him.”

“Nice?” Bryce was insulted. “I’m always nice!”

“You weren’t the one I was worried about,” Casey smirked.

“Don’t worry,” Bryce winked. “I’ll keep Jackie in line. Go finish up!"

“I will," Casey said, rushing away, "but I reserve the right to worry!”

The door finally swung open, and Tobias seemed surprised—and a little disappointed—that it was Bryce greeting him. “Hey,” he said gregariously. “I didn't expect to see you here.”

Bryce leaned nonchalantly against the door jam, carefully studying his subject. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

An awkward silence lingered until Tobias gestured beyond the door. “Is it OK if I come inside?”

“Oh, sure!” Bryce replied, pushing the door open with his foot. "Casey’s not ready yet, but you can wait in the living room with Jackie and me.”

Jackie stared Tobias down from the minute he walked in, but if he was affected, he didn't show it.

“Jackie,” he nodded. She replied with a stiff nod of her own.

Uncomfortable with the tension, Bryce offered Tobias a drink, which he politely declined.

“You sure? Would you like a little snack, perhaps... Casey said fifteen minutes, but I know that was probably a gross underestimation."

“Thanks,” Tobias smiled. “I appreciate it, but Casey & I are having lunch at Amelia’s, so I want to save my appetite.”

“Amelia’s? In Cambridge?” Bryce asked. " It's Kind of a romantic place for a friendly lunch, no?”

“You think so?” Tobias perplexed. “I mean, it’s a nice place, but it’s not where I’d go if I wanted to impress a date."

“Oh. Where would you go if trying to do that?”

“Well, I don’t know...” the older doctor stalled. “Contessa, maybe? Or O Ya. O Ya is really nice, and you can never go wrong with Menton’s. Why, Bryce? Do you have someone you're trying to impress? I'm happy to give you some tips.”

“No,” Bryce replied, a slightly menacing smile on his lips. I'm just taking notes... in case I ever hear you're taking Casey to one of those places."

Tobias raised a brow, his eyes vacillating between Casey’s two friends. “Uh, did I do something?” he asked.

“How far back am I allowed to go when answering that question?” Jackie snapped.

“Jackie, cut him a break,” Bryce injected, earning him a death glare from his friend.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because Casey takes forever to get ready, but she’s not that slow. Our time is limited... you don’t want to go too far back."

“All right, guys,” Tobias grumbled. “Funs over. If you want to make this quick, how about you just level with me?”

“Fine,” Jackie declared. “What’s going on between you and Casey? You’ve been seeing an awful lot of each other, and I'm not sure I like it."

“Casey is a friend, Jackie. I'm helping her out until she's comfortable taking public transportation again. There is nothing sinister going on."

“And your weekly... dates?” Bryce questioned.

“They’re not... they’re not dates. Look, you both know what she's been going through and how she's still struggling with being in public. But she seems comfortable going out with me... so I'm trying to be there, to help her get to get back to her old self. There are no ulterior motives.”

Bryce turned to Jackie. “You have to admit, she does seem really happy today. I haven’t seen her like that in a while.”

Jackie’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits as Bryce mouthed: “What?”

“So they’re not dates?” She asked pointedly.

“No! At least not in the way you’re suggesting.”

“Do you want them to be?” Bryce followed up.

Tobias pursed his lips. “Is there a reason you're interrogating me?"

“I don’t know,” Bryce replied. “Is there a reason you’re not answering?”

"Your reputation kind of sucks, Carrick. And you already fucked Casey over once. We were the ones who helped her get over that... and we don't want to see it happen again. Especially not now."

“You know,” Tobias chuckled. “Under normal circumstances, it would be pretty insulting for you to be playing overprotective Mom and Dad for a brilliant twenty-seven-year-old woman. But I understand that circumstances haven’t exactly been normal. You’re being good friends, and I don’t blame you for being protective. I know I've made mistakes, and I know she’s in a rough place right now, but I swear to you, I’m only here to help her... not hurt her.”

"Why should we believe you?" Jackie asked.

"Because I know how much I screwed up with her in the past, but Casey means a lot to me. I can't tell you how grateful I am that she's allowed me into her life as a friend... but I promise you... that’s all we are... friends. Casey would never want to be more than that with me."

“And if she did?" Bryce challenged.

“If she did, I'd tell her she's not in an emotional space to make that kind of a decision now. I'd never take advantage of her like that. I've learned a lot of lessons recently myself, and I'm trying to do the right thing. If I wanted to be fucking around, I can name five women off the top of my head that I could be spending the day with... but I’m here... because Casey is important to me, and helping her matters much more."

“You know,” Bryce softened. “I watched you... the night of the attack... before that, my opinion of you was pretty low... but that night, I saw how scared you were. I do believe you when you say you care about her.”

Jackie turned to Bryce with disgust. “You're so damn weak!” Shifting her gaze back to Tobias, she was blunt. “What Bryce wanted to say is, we’re giving you the benefit of the doubt. And you’re right; she is fragile, but we’re not. Don’t fuck with her, Carrick. If I so much as suspect that you’re fucking with her... you’ll live to regret it.”

“I have no intention of hurting her ever again, Jackie. You both have my word.”

“Good,” Jackie noted. “But if you’re lying to us... well, he knows how to use a scalpel, and I know how to dispose of body parts. Understood?”

“Duly noted,” Tobias smirked.

“I’m not joking,” Jackie reprimanded. “And for the record, I’m not saying we’d kill you. No. I’m saying you’d be missing your most treasured appendage for the rest of your natural-born life.”

“So, to be clear, you’re not threatening my life... just my genitalia.”

“From what I know about you... that would be a fate worse than death,” Bryce declared.

“Well, you two won’t have to go all Bobbit on me... I promise... ... I will do right by Casey.”

The conversation came to a quick halt when they heard Casey's footsteps approaching in the hall.

“Hey,” she beamed upon entering the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late!”

"It's not a problem at all," Tobias grinned.

She glanced at Jackie and Bryce, then back to Tobias. “Were they nice to you?”

“Sure were,” he fibbed. “Couldn't have been more polite. Now... you ready for lunch?”

“You better believe it!” Casey gushed. “I looked at Amelia's menu online... they have zuppa de pesce! I never get to eat that unless my Mom makes it. Have you ever had it at here?”

Their voices diminished as they walked toward the door, but Jackie and Bryce listened as long as they could.

“It’s delicious,” Tobias confirmed. “But are you getting it with octopus or without?”

“Iww. Without!”

When the door shut, and Jackie sighed wearily, and Bryce gave her a comforting tap on the knee."

“Kids, they grow up so darned fast these days.”

“Lahella. I’m in no mood.”

“I get it. But you have to admit, it was nice to see her happy for a change."

“I know. That's exactly why I'm worried.”

“She’s a big girl, Jackie.”

“Yeah, and we have BIG eyes.”

“We do,” Bryce nodded with a grin. “Let’s give him a chance, and if he messes with her...”

“Then bring on the scalpel... we ride at dawn.”

Thanks for reading!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartconfessions

Tagging others separately.

#open heart fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices open heart

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karoiseka · 2 months

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8 Days of XIV Love! Masterpost!

Saw this prompt list a couple of weeks ago on a few of my feeds, and saved the image, thinking it was a cute idea! Having just enough energy this week to do some of them has made me very happy, and I wanted to put them all in one place!

Eros: Spicy, Bardic trio. G'raha x WoL x Thancred.

Philia: 6.0 spoilers for end of MSQ!

Ludus: G'raha x WoL sparring practice!

Agape: Self-Sacrificing love. 6.0 spoilers!

Pragma: Long-standing love. Thancred x WoL

Philautia: Self-love! A little playing with this, Ardbert x WoL

Storge: Family love! Karo's Dads appear!

Mania: Obsessive Love. A darling branch appears!

I hope you liked it! ^_^

#ffxiv #8DaysofXIVLove #karoiseka #thancred #g'raha #g'raha x wol x thancred #and three makes a chorus #venat #ardbert #feo ul #seirlait #feophaux #edmont #I.. think that's everyone. lol #I really enjoyed doing this!#Thank you for the prompt list!!#... just realized I didn't do anything with Kar'a/Hyth either. lol

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dearlittlefandom-stalker · 2 months

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A Love as Red as Blood

Storge Blanchette’s point of view, age eight

Grandmother is sick. To clarify, Grandmother has been sick for a long while. Ever since…

“Wear this Cloak, my little Blanchette. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Good girl.”

Grandmother needs food, and Mother is very busy. So I must wear my Cloak. I must not leave the path. I must not talk to anyone. Grandmother is sick, and I must deliver her food.

The woods are dangerous. Wolves and Wolf-Men prowl within its darkness and await whatever prey is foolish enough to enter into their domain.

But Grandmother is sick.

I take up my basket, fasten my Cloak, and set my feet on the road.

~*~

The Cloak of Gold and Fire. It is a heavy thing, both in physical weight and its burden upon the wearer. Passed down with great ceremony from one bearer (always a Daughter) to the next. It is said to have protective abilities for whoever wears it, to bring good luck to the land its wearer sets foot upon.

Stories have been told of it rejecting some who would have worn it. Stories of it turning into fire that burned the hands of those who attempted to steal it. So many stories surround the Cloak; some true, some terrible, some good.

Blanchette prefers the good ones. The ones her Mother and Grandmother told her at bedtime. The ones that make her feel safe when she cuddles into her Cloak. The ones that remind her that she is loved.

Regardless of what story you hear, one fact remains certain: the Cloak has a value not conceivable by mortal eyes, and should be valued above measure.

Wars have been fought for the right to obtain the Cloak.

Such wars brought ruin to many lands. For those who unduly go to war for such a great thing often find themselves cursed by it: the Cloak is not a thing to be hoarded away.

And thus the Cloak was “lost”. The Daughters of the Cloak went into hiding for a time.

Many witches and other such sorts would craft their own cloak and pretend they were a Daughter of the Cloak. Some were deceived by these women, but always they were found out and met their gruesome ends. The Cloak is not a thing to be faked.

And so the Cloak lived on, passed down as it always had been.

Blanchette’s Grandmother called for her on her fourth birthday and showed her the Cloak. Blanchette knew at once it was the Cloak, having heard the stories all her life, and wondered that anyone could mistake any other for it.

The Cloak is ornately designed, and double-sided. One side is red as fire; red as blood. The other side is golden as the sun. The wearer can choose which side they wish to show to the world, the gold or the red.

When Blanchette’s Mother fastened the Cloak around her small shoulders for the first time (Grandmother being too weak to properly fasten it) the red side faced outwards. And there Blanchette had stood, about waist-height to all the adults in the room, utterly enveloped by a blood-red Cloak so big on her that she could have used it for a tent.

And she was safe.

But safety is not always guaranteed, and adventures must always start somewhere.

~*~

Philia

On Blanchette’s first journey through the forest separating her village from her grandmothers, she met a boy.

Not just any boy, but a Wolf-Son. Wolf-Men are men (criminals, it is often whispered) who make their living in the wild forest. They are not to be trusted.

But this Wolf-Son was just a young boy, and she was just a young girl. He walked alongside her on the path and they were made friends. When they had to part ways as Blanchette exited the forest, he offered her a handful of red carnations.

“Rhory. That’s my name.” the Wolf-Son says abruptly after handing her the flowers. He doesn’t quite meet Blanchette’s eyes as he speaks. “I wish you well on your journey. And I hope-” he stops, as if mustering courage, then continues. “I hope you like the flowers!”

I hope I shall see him again, Blanchette thinks to herself, absently smelling the red carnations he had given her. He was quite fun to talk to.

After that day, whenever Blanchette ventured on the path through the forest, Rhory walked with her.

~*~

Blanchette’s point of view, age twelve

“Halt!” A voice commands, and a tall figure steps out from behind a tree ahead of us. We stop. The figure is that of a man and he bears no markings as a Wolf-Mam. His stance is imposing and searching, as if he is daring us to take a step closer and find out what he can do to us with his bare hands. “Why are two children traveling alone in the forest?” Before we have a chance to answer, he looks us both up and down and his eyes narrow as if he does not like what he sees. “Who are you?” He demands again.

I step forward. “He is Rhory, a Wolf-Son. My friend. I am Blanchette, a Daughter of the Cloak.”

“I know a Wolf-Son when I see one, lass.” He says gruffly, suspicion lurking in the downturned corner of his mouth. Beside me, Rhory ducks his head in shame and I feel fire stir within me. “But a Daughter of the Cloak is not so easily determined by sight.” The man continues, eyeing my Cloak distrustfully, perhaps to determine if he thinks it fake or stolen. I swallow my anger -it would do me no good to appear as a child throwing a tantrum to this strange man- and straighten ever so slightly to perhaps seem taller and more mature. To make it seem as though the Cloak I wear is not almost too large for my childish frame and dragging along the forest floor. But what of it, if my Cloak is slightly too big? Does it not cover me all the better for it?

“I inherited the Cloak from my Grandmother.” I say, careful to keep my tone both respectful and confident.

The man’s eyebrows raise. “Your Grandmother.” he says, doubt coloring his words. “And where is she?”

“She is at home. I am going to see her now.” She has been at home for a long time, sick. That is why she passed down the Cloak to me so early.

The man hums doubtfully. “And how do I know you’re not just a thief?”

“Has the Cloak ever submitted to being worn by someone not of it?” I ask, only slightly petulantly.

The man shifts back, seemingly satisfied if no less grumpy for it. “I concede you that, miss. But better it’d be for you to keep yourself and the Cloak away from those who might have a want to snatch it.” He looks pointedly at Rhory, and my face flushes in anger.

I take Rhory’s hand in my own and practically stomp away from the stupid man and his stupid words, muttering unkind things under my breath.

“Don’t listen to stupid men like him, Rhory.” I say once I’ve quite recovered myself. The man must be miles behind us now.

Rhory tilts his head at me, a small smile gracing his lips. “How could I listen to him when all I can hear is you mocking him?” He laughs, and I have to remind myself that he is laughing at me and that his laugh is not cute why would I think that.

“Well!” I sputter, red returning to my face as it did earlier for a far different reason. “He was being rude! And mean!”

Rhory shakes his head. “Overall he wasn’t that bad. I’ve heard worse.”

The silence lingers for a moment. “You shouldn’t have to, you know.” I say quietly.

Rhory shrugs. “Eh, well. You shouldn’t have to walk through the forest alone, yet here we are.”

I blink. I think of my Grandmother, ill these last eight years of my life, yet always so grateful when I go visit her. I think of my Mother, always so harried and busy with a neverending list of things to do, yet always pausing her work to give me a smile or press a kiss to my head.

Yes, I may walk the path alone, but their love walks with me. And besides… I lift my and Rhory’s still-clasped hands.

“But I’m not alone, see!” I say, “You’re here with me, aren’t you?”

He smiles at me again, and my heart flutters the teensiest amount. “That I am!”

I nod fiercely. “And that’s the way it should be.” Suddenly possessed by a spirit of mischief, I let go of his hand and take off at a run. “Race you to the forest’s edge!”

“Blanchette!” he exclaims, and I laugh at his dismayed cries from behind me. He quickly catches up, however, and soon overtakes me, every now and then slowing down just enough to tease me. Both of us are laughing and out of breath when we part ways.

~*~

In some stories, Little Red Riding Hood walks the path alone.

She does not meet a friend.

And the Wolf invades Grandmother’s home

But for this Daughter of the Cloak, I like to think she has a better end.

Knowing that she carries the love of her family with her

And holding the hand of a friend.

@inklings-challenge

Hey! It’s a bit of a mess and kinda unfinished but here it is!

#inklings-challenge #Theme: storge #theme: philia #theme: agape #If you squint #also the philia could blossom into eros but that comes later #writing #my writing #my story #red riding hood #fairytale retelling

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theterribletenno · 4 months

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Can’t draw so I’ll just write

Reclaimed Helminth Technocyte Testing.

Test site: Orokin Tower ship designation EUPHRATES, geosynchronous high-orbit above Pluto.

Overseer: Lady Chamis Muderole, 2nd daughter of Muderole family.

Staff: 14 Archimedean scientists (9 Technocyte specialist, 5 general biologist), 26 Dax, 31 Bridge crew, 109 Service crew, 19 prisoners.

Mission details: Experimental use of reclaimed technocyte from feral samples. Former technocyte lab on surface of Pluto experienced un-planned release of specimens, resulting in colony infestation. Contamination spread prevented by quarantine, feral infested unable to survive Plutonian surface climate. Dax special force squadron collected samples before cauterization of compromised site. Collected “Post-Helminth” samples have been extensively tested and modified for attempted re-integration into Helminth project.

Lady Chamis Muderole Personal Notes: I am repeatedly cautioned by my Archimedeans that the post-Helminth strains are unstable and unpredictable and that results cannot be guaranteed. Executor Ballas has made it clear that more warframes are needed urgently, and that quantity supersedes quality. Batch three testing will begin in less than an hour. Archimedean Philias has been selected to fill one of the empty specimen tables after her unseemly outburst during my last lab visit. My Dax guard’s sword came within an inch of her neck when she grabbed my wrist. Speaking of the Dax, with only six of our seven tables filled I chose two of my Dax soldiers - Imugi and Pliamet, two of my best - and gave them a simple command. Fight to the death, the survivor gets the honor of becoming a warframe. Pliamet Dax began to speak, I did not bother to heed his words but I believe he intended to disregard my orders. Imugi Dax had no such compunctions. His sword struck true in the blink of an eye, and Pliamet’s head tumbled to the ground. With Archimedean Philias and Imugi Dax filling the last of the seven specimen tables we can begin as soon as the injectors are loaded. To stifle Philias’ incessant screaming I instructed my Dax to gag her with one of my golden bracelets. It did so amuse me how perfectly that heavy golden bead fit in her whimpering mouth.

Post-Helminth Batch 3 test results

Specimen 1: Total failure, tagged for incineration. What a mess. It was sickening to behold. Specimen 1 (John Doe, convicted of heresy) was an immediate failure. The flesh at the injection site began to boil immediately, deforming into a raspberry-like mass of tumors that hung from naked bone. The subject’s body continued to degrade until catastrophic failure of multiple organs. What’s left of him wouldn’t even look like it had ever been human if it weren’t for the bloody skull visible on the left side of what was once his head. The right side of his body was less affected, as he died before the infestation could spread thoroughly throughout. Initial prognosis for failure is over-mutation of technocyte sample. No further testing is required, the sample will be atomized.

Specimen 2: Success. Unique phenotype, tagged for further study. I had high hopes for this specimen (Son Nguyen; convicted of aiding and abetting rebel terrorists) and I was not disappointed. The Archimedeans are right, the helminth strain does more with what’s inside a person than their flesh alone. His flesh changed rapidly, the technocyte covering his arms, legs, and head with a smooth shell of gleaming steel. Across his round iron carapace a multitude of pockmarks emerged, a pattern of sunken recesses that glow with unnatural blue light, a long thin needle rising from the very middle of each one. These pocks and needles emit a tingling electric hum. He will need to be inspected by experts on sacred Lua to determine if he is a new type, or a variation of the golem they call Volt.

Specimen 3: Final-stage failure, tagged for autopsy. Specimen 3 (Dorian Mastiff; convicted of armed assault, murder of the first & second degree, and three other crimes) responded well to initial injection. Very little screaming. Plate-like extrusions of dull gray metal emerged across his skin, dermis underwent full replacement. Musculoskeletal augmentation appears successful, pending autopsy report. However, after protracted convulsions the subject’s belly collapsed inwards and then ripped open, spilling pink, red, orange and yellow entrails across the table and floor while the subject’s vitals flatlined. Cause of failure to be determined during autopsy.

Specimens 4 & 5: Unqualified success, recommended for immediate deployment. I had no particular expectations for our last two criminal specimens (Torres & Sia Fallon; convicted of possession of illegal firearms and conspiracy to commit treason) and so I was pleasantly surprised by the results. It all began with the usual howling and thrashing as bone reshapes and skin turns inside out but imagine my shock when each of the two managed to wrest an arm free of the clamps, only so they could hold each others hand as they endured holy metamorphosis. Beautiful to behold, as the shapes of their bodies deformed into haunting curves bulbous and hollow, hand in hand as they sang into the walls of the transmogrification lab. Seeing them now I nearly feel a tear in my eye, the shapes of their curves, their peaks and valleys seem perfect to fit against each other like the pieces of a puzzle. Two halves of a whole; balancing each other in both shape and color. If Executor Ballas allows, I would very much like to keep these two for myself.

Specimen 6: Success. Unique phenotype, tagged for further study. Our Archimedeans are chosen for the prowess of their minds, not for their ability to withstand even the slightest amount of pain. With the golden ball from my bracelet muffling her screams Archimedean Philias squealed and whimpered throughout the entire process. If I had not gagged her I’m sure her screaming would have drowned out all other noise in the room. And oh how I chuckled when I saw that gleaming golden bead trapped permanently in the angular beak that had replaced Philias’ mouth, clenched and frozen. A precious little momento of her final moments as a human being. Oh, I do adore her now. How her research vestments gave way to streaming silken ribbons, how her features were completely hidden by the shining metal mask that grew from her skull. She is so beautiful now, and so quiet. I think I wish I could keep her most of all. No telling what powers this new form of yellow gold and red silk could possibly possess, but that is what tests are for. I wish I could see that perfectly chiseled beak of hers clutching that golden ball every day.

Specimen 7: Unqualified success, recommended for immediate deployment. (Imugi Dax, volunteered) In retrospect, I admit that subjecting Archimedean Philias to the transformation was impulsive and emotional, and doing the same to Imugi Dax was pure whimsy. The only things aboard this ship that are allowed to second-guess me are myself and my cephalon. I won’t express regret for my decision, but I will admit its shortsightedness. With that said, I now ask myself why we do not use the Dax soldiers for more of our warframe projects. The technocyte grafts with their flesh and bone so easily, Imugi never once screamed. While the others howled, cried, and gurgled, Imugi was silent as stone. The nanomachines rushed through his veins and arteries, turning his whole body a noble blue. How calmly his shape changed. The quiet re-ordering of bone and muscle. Thick yet slender, powerful yet elegant, the stately helmet of the Dax fusing to his skull to give him a most commanding silhouette... and that beautiful slate blue all over him accented by dots and streaks of noble jade glow. A perfect warframe.

Additional notes: We are squandering a great deal of potential using criminals as our primary test subjects for the Warframe Project. The Helminth technocyte is best when it has good material to work with: individuals of exceptional quality. Results from tests conducted on subjects with superior skills, knowledge, and physical condition like the Dax have such a high success rate while wasting test batches of degenerates and reprobates leaves me with tables full of mangled corpses. The criminal fodder is much more suited for use in controlled mass-production cloning of archetypes. This research is no longer just my assignment. It is my passion. It is my art. We should not be wasting time and resources on reclaiming technocyte clay from the feral mud, we should be culturing strains of the finest porcelain for our masterpieces!

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Do you think Tommy was cappable of love? He loved his children thats for sure but what about his wifes? I never understood his fascination with Grace, in my opinion it was more obssesion than love... I always felt bad for Lizzie cause she truly loved him even after all the harms she suffered through him. He was starved for love, for affection, he needed someone to love him but I always felt like he couldn't love them back...

Hi - thank you for that very interesting question.

The short answer is yes. I think Tommy is absolutely capable of love and all kinds of love. When talking about love, I think we should always differentiate between types of love. Like you said, he definately loves his children deerly and deeply.

With Grace, well in S1 we see very little of a real relationship as she is still a spy. I do think he fell for her, but which version of her did he really fall in love with (also loving someone and being in love with someone are two very different things in my opinion). S2 is an affair and in S3 we see very little of their actual relationship until she dies. I think he very clearly mourns her in S3 and in S4. But the thing about mourning is, it is hardly ever objective. One of my grandmother's favourite sayings is "You're never more popular than at your own funeral" and I think that is true. With Tommy there is also guilt. He didn't just lose a loved one (like with Greta) but he is directly responsible for her death, she died not just for him but instead of him. I don't think it is obsession so much as it is guilt. And in S5 when Grace shows up again in form of hallucinations, we see that. She isn't a comforting entity that calms him, she is the personification of his death wish and destructive thoughts goading him to suicide. That's not a sign of love, even love lost, but of guilt.

I do believe he loved her, I believe he loved Greta and I believe he loved Lizzie and especially with Lizzie has loved her for far longer than he admitted to her or has allowed himself to admit. He also loves his family, his siblings, Polly etc.

But I don't think Tommy is capable of expressing that love in a healthy way because to a certain extent, especially by S5, he seems to consider himself unlovable. To me, he seems to have such self worth issues and such self-hatred. He tells Ada to keep her baby away from him, he distances himself emotionally and pushes his family away.

There is a moment where he says to Lizzie "In my head, I still pay you for it" and I know in the scene it is phrased and meant as an insult after that letter where she tells him she is considering leaving him.

But I think that sentence describes Tommy's state of mind perfectly.

"In my head, I still pay you for it" not because he still sees Lizzie as a prostitute, but because he can't imagine another reason for her to be around him, because he doesn't see a worth in his presence in their lives apart from money. He even says that in the end of S3 and S6 and it's tragic.

So when you say he is starved for love and affection, I think that is 100% true and not seeking that out is another form of self-punishment for him. And I think he couldn't return the affection he did receive, because he doesn't seem to trust himself, he doesn't consider himself worthy of love, especially not of the love of the people around him, especially Lizzie, because Lizzie has been the most supportive, most loyal and most constant figure in not only his life, but his son's life too. And with her I think he went through the different types of love from sexual passion (eros) to platonic friendship (Philia) and deep trust, to familial love (storge) and longstanding love (pragma). I do think he loves Lizzie, but he never allowed himself to be in love with her, because he thinks he doesn't deserve love and especially not her love.

I am so sorry for the long, rambling answer but questions like that always get me going as it is so interesting and layered - I hope you could make something of my response.

xx Val

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