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starrynightsxo · 28 days

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"jude and cardan had a toxic relationsh-"

no actually, they did not. there were reasons for everything that happened and just because everyone is so quick to judge things these days doesn't mean it needs to happen to them. whilst in the first book there was some initial behaviours that do support the claim, there were reasons behind them and also this is how enemies to lovers works !! they BECOME lovers. there is such a thing called a redemption arc?? not to mention we get an apology from cardan for everything he has done. toxicity is not what was in their relationship - it was ferocity. The ferocity of their love.

So let's all please stop labelling everything to ever exist toxic and focus on the people who actually need support from their toxic partners / relationships

EDIT: I would just like to clarify that I meant all this for when jude and cardan were in an actual romantic relationship together! This is by no means condoning what happened at the beginning of the books as that was most definitely wrong. I DO NOT condone any form of toxic relationship. I was trying to point out that once they were in an actual romantic relationship then they were NOT toxic and this is what some people argue they were. Apologies for any misconceptions!

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midnightfreedom · 2 months

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" Some people usually love deeply and hate deeply. They don't know any other way to live than by extremes because their emotional thermostat is broken. "

~ Shannon L. Alder

#aesthetics #bibliophile #bookaddict #books #books and libraries #i love books #love #inspiring quotes #book quotes #quoteoftheday #shannonjalder #extreme #love hate #emotions #literature

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tippilo · 13 hours

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#Underratedfanficfriday! Continuing on our veela 🪽 month, it wouldn't be complete if I didn't include a tomione. Of course, I write Tomione though I read mostly Dramione.

Anyways, We have A Nose that can See by @colubrina. This is a quirky veela Tom Riddle fic that is nothing short of absurd. Tom stays true to character, Hermione turns... well... corrupt. And they're relationship becomes sort of well... quirky. This isn't your typical veela fic by any means, but it is certainly an entertaining and rather amusing one!

Read on AO3 HERE

Read on FFN HERE

XOXO - Tipp

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temmtamm · 2 years

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"I WISH I HATED YOU."

PHILLIP WITTEBANE X WITCH READER

TRIGGERS: SLIGHTLY SEXUAL, (LAP SITTING AND REFERENCES TO PAST RELATIONS) WOUND TALK AND BEAST TALK.

"Phillip fucking Wittebane!! You open this damned door right now!!"

"Heart! You swear like a comfit makers lover!! One of such rank shouldn't use such vulgar wor-"

Phillip's words were cut short by the doors to the home being slammed open by (Y/N) they stormed forward to the Brunette, pausing once their faces met. Their glaring eyes scanned over Phillips, attempting to see if he held any remorse in his gaze.

They found none.

"What the fuck was that earlier? You were a mess!! I'm happy to deal with that but not in front of my family! It's fucking different in front of others- in front of my loved ones! I understand you being a human and having some amount of disdain for witches but don't forget that I'm a witch! And- shock of all shocks- I COME FROM A FAMILY OF THEM!! You lashed at my brotheren- Quite literally! You hit my brother!" The witch seethed, their nose wrinkling as they scrunched it up into a cringe. "Clean yourself up."

"Listen, my dear. I have the deepest apologies, truly." He muttered a small bit under his breath in hopes that they wouldn't hear but (Y/N) still caught it

"Even though that prick deserved it."

He spoke up to your level once again, carrying on with his apology. "I'll work it out tonight. I'll meet up with your family and discuss it alone...i just need some...energy-" His hand absentmindedly reached out towards the desk besides his chair to clutch onto a Palismen though you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

"How many Palisman is that now?"

"I feed modestly. Just not when I am angered."

(Y/N) moved their other hand and scooped up the wooden creature, earning an annoyed scowl from their beloved. "Phillip. Can you not ease up a bit? Keep this up and you will grow a tolerance. Then your body wont be getting the value of it."

Phillip sighed softly, his mouth twitching as it avoided curling into a grin. "And since when did you have a healers knowledge?" He knew they had somewhat of a point. But he also knew the witch had never seen him out of control of this..."curse". If they thought his actions that night were awful, then they'd be down right horrified at his actions underneath the curse.

"You're smiling cause you know I'm right." (Y/N) teased as they allowed their annoyed expression to lighten up into a somewhat eased one.

"HA." Phillip spat out in a dry tone that lacked any humor despite its words- well, more like word.

"Seriously though. Lay off that stuff, Phillip. You act like you're addicted to it or something." With the last sentence, (Y/N) moved the creature towards their face so they could examine it. What's so great about it anyways?

Their train of thought was broken by the brunettes arms shaking around the witches waist and pulling them forward so they were practically on his lap. "I'll take a break from it when I need to. Just hand me the Palisman and we can take advantage of that energy boost it gives me, alright?"

(Y/N) snorted and placed a finger on the humans nose. 'Booping' him. "You make a convincing argument but I'm serious about this, my dear."

He grumbled and bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to control himself and his temper as to not lash out at his beloved. "...Fine...Fine!! Can we just relax then? Talk like we used to?" He squinted his eyes, examine (Y/N)'s reaction to see if that was the right thing to say. It seems like it might be been since a small smile crawled upon their lips.

"Aww, is Phillip the adventurer feeling nostalgic?"

"I'm feeling stressed. But seeing as how you're depriving me of Palisman as if it's mead, I'll have to use you as a stress reliever."

"Say what you want but I'm still choosing to believe that you're just feeling nostalgic from our honeymoon phase.~" (Y/N) purred out in a honey-soaked tone as one hand cupped the males cheek. Meanwhile, their other hand was extended away from Phillip so he couldn't pull a fast one and snatch the Palisman.

"I am going to murder you in your sleep one day." Phillip grumbled, words sounding a tad more meaningful than he'd care to admit. Though, despite his words he allowed himself to lean into the witches touch.

How fiendish this witch was...Their cursed enchanting spells being able to make him be so physical with them. The creature he dedicated his life to hunting and killing. Despite his claims to hate this witch though, he still goes out of his way to see them- to touch them.

He both hated and loved running his fingers through their disgusting, silly, hai-

The man snaps back to reality in time to hear the witches comeback to his remark. "Who's going to finance your little trips through the Boiling Isles then?"

The two were filled in silence as Phillip had no come back. Phillip's icy blue eyes locked with (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes.

After a bit, (Y/N) broke the eye contact in favor of resting their head on Phillip's chest. "Hey, Human? Do you believe in love?"

"Hmm...Negative. At least, not the storybook kind of love. I suppose some people might truly love each other but that's not what we are, is it? I do appreciate you though. I mean on an emotional level. Not like that but you're a really good fighter, as well as financial help. You've been there for me a lot, and you are a powerful ally. I like what we have. It's not love, farthest from it, but it's ours...though, I suppose that's rather cheesy, eh?"

A smile curled upon (Y/N)'s lips as they lifted up their head to plant a kiss on the humans jawline.

"You can get away with it. You're cute when you're cheesy. You're really smart and I admire the way you run a tight ship when it comes to your companions."

Phillip gritted his teeth as he felt the muscles on his hands convulse. He could even feel that oh-so-familiar green liquid seecreting from his skin.

He needed that Palisman.

"You think rather highly of me, don't you, witch? I do hope you are able to forgive me then."

A confused expression crossed the witches face but was quickly changed to a pained one as they felt the tips of the now gooey and distorted arms fingers dig into the (S/C) skin of their back where he was holding them. They let out a pained yell, their hands moving to clutch onto his wrist. "Phillip, what the fu-" The witch lifted up their gaze only to notice that almost all of the humans right side had been coated in that familiar....slime (?) That his arm seemed to be made up of. No words escaped Phillip. All that left them were ragged and sharp breaths, trying to contain themselves.

Finally, words croaked out of their mouth. They were deep and the desperation in their town almost echoed off the walls. "Palisman....now.." Phillip hissed out as if every word pained him to say.

(Y/N) glanced down at the wooden animal in their hands as they thought.

....

Fuck it. Phillip's well being is worth more than some dumb morals.

With a twist, they cracked the creature open and extended it out to the human, allowing the soul of the animal enter (practically all) the orifices upon his face.

With a honestly quite terrifying beastial growl, Phillip let go of the witch, causing for them to fall off of his lap and down on the floor with an audible grunt.

His hands moved to clutch onto his face, his fingers tightening dangerously on his skin.

(Y/N) heaved and pulled themselves up as they examined the human. They watches as the green liquid either slid off of his body or fused into his skin, retreating into himself. His breaths were more like pants and the air grew humid from them.

"That.....That curse really is that bad...huh?" (Y/N) managed to squeeze those words out of their throat as their hands touched at the wound he marked upon them.

Phillip managed to bring himself to straighten up a bit and make eye contact with the witch.

"I told you I needed that Palisman.." His voice was stern and almost filled with distaste. His icy blue orbs slowly lowered onto the bloodied hand of the witch that was cupped over skin on their back, just below the arch of their back.

'I....Apologies, my love...i should've explained the severity of the curse." Phillip internally screamed at himself. He shouldn't apologize to this foul beast! Serves them right from depriving him of his supply! They should've kept their nose out of his business! Curse them and the spells they must've used upon him to play with his heart as if it was an instrument as well as give him remorse for such a disgusting creature.

He stood up from his seat and stepped closer to the witch, moving to touch their wrist in an attempt to pull their hand away and examine the wound.

"I can fix it..." Was all he croaked out, though the witch shook their head in reply.

"I've got it. I know healing spells, Phillip. You're lucky you're a good asset, otherwise I wouldn't put up with you even so much as laying a finger upon me."

"Asset? Is that all you see me as? Cause I recall the other ni-"

(Y/N) practically bared their teeth. "Can it. Doesn't mean I won't make you pay for what you did. And you still owe my family an apology."

Phillip sighed and moved to cup the witches face.

"My dear, you're lucky the titan has blessed you with the wit and looks of a Royal."

"Just say you love me and move on, human. Now come on and help me with getting some bandages, will ya?"

He would've scoffed if any other person had said that to him. But because it was them, he was quick to follow with their demands.

This witch had really cast a spell on him, huh? His heart was practically putty for them to play with.

He wished he hated it.

Thanks for reading~

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sage1998c · 2 years

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I mean are y'all not seeing the similarities?!?! Both ships give off the same vibes. If only outer banks had more of larger fandom like Harry potter, riara would be top tier just like dramione.

1. Both ships have badass lead protagonist girls who are extremely loyal.

2. Both ships have entitled rich privileged white boys with daddy issues & sociopathic tendencies.

3. Both ships dislike each other with Draco disliking Hermione due to her blood status and Rafe disliking Kiara due to her association with the pogues (aka the working class)

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whataboutthefish · 1 month

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STOP HATING ROCHE/CIRI FISH!!! BY NOT TALKING ABOUT IT EVER THAT MEANS YOU HATE IT!!!

*sobbing* I'M SO SORRY

I WILL DO BETTER I PROMISE.

once upon a time Ciri was on a ship or something and banged roche while jaskier watched for a kink reason or something. the end

#love hate #frands #we're fucking hilarious

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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years

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“Love and hate, how much more are we supposed to tolerate?”

whumptober 2022 // Ambessa Medarda x Reader

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/42234144

There lives a cat in the neighbouring establishment. A chubby chunk of golden fluffiness oozing charisma, I usually take it on myself to caress and play with her.

In the beginning, she does not appear too keen on garnering my attention, but as time goes by, every time I make a move to scratch behind her little ears, she will readily tilt her head, putting her head rather eagerly into the palm of my hand. Then, she will happily revel in the attention as I proceed to rub beneath her soft little chin.

In all honesty, the cat does not leave a lasting impression on my mind. When I am elsewhere, I do not think of the cat. Nor do I mention the cat in the conversations with my friends.

Not once, even in passing, does the cat flash through my mind as I go about my day. Nevertheless, every time I return home, or whenever I cross paths with her on my way out, almost always, I will indulge the creature.

There are times when I am in rather a hurry. Believing that I am about to shower her with belly rubs and ear scratches, the cat tends to meow expectantly at me every time her obsidian, marble-like eyes lock onto me. On such days when I have a lot on my plate, I will whip past her with only an acknowledgment thrown her way, often even forgoing the gesture and disregarding her existence altogether.

Even though I have no place for the cat in my head, I wonder if the cat on the other hand thinks of me otherwise, or perhaps it is possible that she, too, enjoys the moment while it lasts, but carries me in her mind no more beyond our few interactions.

It gets me ruminating on the subject.

What if, contrary to my earlier assumption, the cat does in fact look forward to seeing me every day?

How will she feel, I ask myself, when she realises that despite her calling for me, I have wilfully ignored her?

Will it hurt her to understand that she is as important to me as a piece of fodder?

Before now, I have no way of knowing.

But, I think I have come to understand how the cat may have been feeling.

I am presently living the life of the cat.

While she has only but quenched her own thirst by humouring me, I have been a fool to mistake a fleeting fancy on her part as an everlasting craving.

Only the most foolish of fools could have dared harbour the feeble hope that someone who thinks nothing of them, someone who have no place for them in her life would waste her affections on them.

Such fool is me.

Who else can I blame but myself?

Turning a deaf ear to my brain’s cautious reminders only to naïvely pursue my juvenile heart.

“Do you think sweetmeats are meant to be consumed on a daily basis? Do people?”

She has asked me out of the blue.

“I don’t think so. My confectionery receives familiar faces but only once in a while.”

My eyes have moved from staring straight ahead into particularly nothing onto studying the valleys and mountains of her face.

“I do however have one patron who frequents the shop. I find it peculiar because she doesn’t strike me as someone with a sweet tooth.”

“Looks, little one, can be deceiving. Do you still remember what I’ve said to you during our first meeting?”

“How can I forget?”

“Contrary to what my appearance likes to suggest, I am not immune to pretty things. Nor am I unsusceptible to sweet stuffs.” so she has said.

“Ever since your first visit, you have come here almost every day. And yet, to this day, I’ve never seen you ingest anything close to sweets. It only fuels my suspicions when I find you one day throwing your purchases away.”

“Hmm…so you were aware. One may declare themselves a possessor of massive sweet tooth, but can they confidently say that sweets are all they need to survive? After all, not only can too much sweetness do more harm than good to your body, they also do not give you any real sustenance. They are merely titbits to occasionally indulge oneself in.”

“This is no longer strictly about the sweetmeats, is it?”

“Ever the brightest girl.”

“Lady Medarda, why exactly do you keep coming here if not for the confectionery?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. It will change after today. In fact, everything will. But, to answer your question, do you really have no idea?”

“What do you mean?”

“I am going away.”

“What? Where? How long?”

“Far. Indefinitely.”

“And? Why are you telling me this?”

“For once, I don’t have an answer. I think when all is said and done, I want you to at least be aware that I am not here for the sweetmeats, but for the person who is behind their creation.”

“And will knowing it change anything?”

“Frankly, I don’t believe so. As pretty a sight as sweetmeats are to feast my eyes upon, I must accept that they come with damaging risks. I, as a person with more foes than friends, cannot afford a thorn in my flesh.”

If I tell you that I use to hate her guts, will you find it believable?

I do wonder at times when does the line between love and hate become but a blur?

Where does hate really end and love truly begin?

One thing I do know is that before I know it, I have started hanging onto her every word like a clingy little kitten.

How much of what she has said have been the truths and how much, the lies?

Then, when she hugs me suddenly, and my body is cradled close to her chest, I have half the mind to believe that buried in all those lies is at least a truth somewhere, or perhaps mixed between a few truths are lies everywhere.

“I have been taught that the only real effective way to deal with your weaknesses is to get rid of them once and for all. A wolf, after all, is never known to be merciful.”

But at the end of the day, as I lie motionless on the frozen ground, the only source of warmth coming from the gradually increasing pool of my own blood, I decide how ironic it is that the hands that, once upon a time, have breathed life into me have essentially become the very ones that have all the intentions of plucking it right out of me.

“Say goodbye.”

Will you think me crazy when I confess to you that while being cocooned in her surprisingly gentle arms, even taking a knife to the chest has felt more like a triumph than a downfall.

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #say goodbye #impaled #arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #ambessa medarda x reader #ambessa x reader #fic #ficlet #fanfic #character x reader #metaphor #love hate #complicated

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kay-i · 2 years

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He loved her for being so pure and holy, and he hated her for it...

Art © Me

#inuyasha #inuyasha the final act #naraku #narakik #narakyo #kikyo #narakuxkikyo #kikyo inuyasha #naraku inuyasha #love hate #heroine x villain #my artwork

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jesseworld666 · 1 year

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Just some sexy Ivar and Lagertha modern au aesthetic, forbidden love hate. She kills his mother, she's a high ranked woman and he hates her yet the sex is heated passion.