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daenakills · 9 months
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His dark eyes.
Tom Riddle x reader, might delete.
warning: obsession, angsty, mentions of death, tom being up for no good. tom being tom basically. short.
'The perfect couple' you were told by your classmates and even teachers when you walked down the halls.
Tom and you had started dating three months ago, three months ago when you declared your love to him and he with an expressionless face told you to date. At that moment, you were very happy, feeling like it was the best day of your life. You were sure many girls wished that they were you.
Before that, you looked at him from a distance, wondering why he stood out among the others. Little by little you realized that his presence invaded your senses, clouded your vision, and innumerable thoughts about him blocked your normal ideas.
The moment he said yes, you got really excited. He was beautiful, with those almost black eyes that looked at you intensely, with black hair that was styled in a very elegant way, and with an intelligence superior to the others.
You still remembered the first month of the relationship, those vacations he spent at Hogwarts since he didn't want to go back to that orphanage where he grew up. You convinced your parents to go on holiday to England alone, after all you went there every summer, and what better time to be with your boyfriend than on holiday.
In the afternoon you found a way to enter his room without some nosy coming, you sat on his bed while he was sitting studying some things. He had many papers on the desk, all neatly arranged by category. He hadn't even flinched at your presence, as if he was something routine. You got up from the bed and proceeded to approach him.
“What are you doing studying? It's the holidays, there are no subjects to study.” You put your hands on his shoulders.
“There is always something to study, wisdom is eternal.” he muttered, as if the words coming out of his mouth were normal for boys still going to Hogwarts. You tried to talk to him a few more times, and each time he found an excuse to answer you curtly but calmly.
You were like this all month, until he confronted you near the ladies' room.
“Look, I'll tell you a few things and I want you to listen carefully. I don't have time for you all the time.” Silence. Silence is what there was when he whispered those words to you.
You waited for that to be all, but he continued. “I don't want you there all the time, either. I thought it would be enough for me to say that I was your boyfriend and to talk to you. But no, it doesn't seem to be enough. This alliance suits us both. You, because you want to be with me and me, because it keeps the professor distracted, who thinks I don't feel anything. So, tell me once and for all if you want to continue.” You were paralysed, until you let your heart win, and you decided that yes, you were going to continue. “I'm surprised you don't cry. At least that's a change.” Yes, you too were surprised that you didn't cry. You had the feeling of crying the whole day, wondering how to hold back the tears and make the words come out.
Tom never specified which teacher thought he didn't feel anything, but after dating him for three months, you came to the conclusion that that professor, whoever they were, was right, Tom doesn't feel.
Now you walked with him through the halls, letting his henchmen (whom he called friends in front of the others, or well, they claimed to be his friends) were a few steps away from you. You didn't talk to Tom. The both of you exchanged the odd word from time to time, just to avoid suspicion.
You used to be unable to keep your feelings, but now you have your hiding place. Behind Tom's back, you had started dating Simon Buxton, from Gryffindor. At first, you avoided Simon since he was always giving you hints that he wanted to be with you.
You were afraid that Tom would find out and do something to you, which was not a surprise. Sometimes at night you would find Tom reading things that were not correct, things about sacrifices.
But after a while, you realized that Tom really wasn't interested in you or your life. So you started sneaking out with Simon, that's what you were headed for right now, you walked away from Tom telling him you were going to find your friends, he kissed you on the forehead and let you go. The other girls around made cute sounds, telling you that you were very lucky, you ignored them.
In a short time you arrived at your hiding place with Simon, that place where they saw each other when they didn't want to be seen, that is, always. You found him already waiting for you a few steps beyond his hiding place, without waiting for him, he pounced on you.
He started kissing you and touching every part of your robe, you tried to stop him, since they weren't in the hideout yet. Without you realizing it, someone else entered the scene. It was Abraxas Malfoy.
He saw you and Simon, and he only needed to see them to go out and report the event to Tom. You continued kissing with Simon, you didn't know what was waiting for you.
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You made it to the room after all your classes, thank Merlin that Simon released you minutes after you told him to stop.
You started to open the door of the room when you realized that it was already open, you went in anyway, thinking that it had only been your mistake. Freaking out when you see Tom, standing up, staring at you in the middle of your room.
“Tom, what are you doing here? Or rather, how did you get in?” You knew the answer to that last question, what you wondered was why he was there.
He completely ignored your two questions, “Do you know what would have happened if it hadn't been Abraxas who saw Simon and you kissing? Total chaos, they'd be out there saying that the perfect couple isn't so perfect. Do you know how it makes me look?” So that's what it was about, how it makes him look.
“I'll be more careful next time.”
“You are funny.” He looked at you with a serious face, he didn't find a hint of humour in it. “It won't happen again because you won't see Simon any more, that disgusting blood traitor.”
“Don't call him that! Besides, if I'm careful, no one is going to find out and no one is going to ruin your oh so precious reputation.”
“It's not just that, darling.” You didn't know why, but that flattery felt full of poison. “You are mine” he came closer to you as he spoke, “You are mine from the moment you first looked at me. I remember your face when I told you that I would be your boyfriend. You looked so excited.” he'd say with fake preoccupation as he touched your face, and for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to remove it, “It doesn't deserve to see that.” His face changed from fake shock to looking completely serious, the more you looked at him, the emptier his black eyes looked.
“Simon pleases me, he listens to me and understands me. He does everything you don't. I think you should find another girl for this.” You said with teary eyes.
“I don't want another girl, I want you!” He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the door, a few steps behind you. “And I have you, and I won't let you go. Ever. Do you hear me? Ever.”
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You ate your food while you listened to the other girls talk about how tragic the news about Simon were. He had been missing since the day Tom threatened you.
Since that, Tom has wanted to sneak into your room to bite your neck while you cry over Simon at night, taunting you with small whispers, “Are you still crying over the traitor? Mm, too bad, I think you should stop thinking about him, he's not coming back” as his hands encircle your entire body.
At that moment you realize that the professor was wrong, Tom does feel something, the problem it's that it isn't love.
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snailygoon · 7 months
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Spread 5: ✨Aiden and the birth of a Crann (continued)✨
TEXT: “There had never been a time when a newborn Crann wasn't handed off to the group in which their physical attributes would suggest they belonged, so the matter of who was best suited to take in the new Crann had to be considered. After much deliberation, they decided that he was to be raised by all the Crann. If this little one was truly a member of their family and could passibly harbour many gifts, it was only right. Only an Oak could teach him how to be a fearsome protector after all, and only a willow could teach him how to properly weep. And so the Crann did just that; every Elder taking turns teaching the young one what it truly means to be a gaurdian of the forest, and how to use his possible gifts to aid in his purpose. The only problem was that Aiden wasn’t so sure he had a purpose, or if he could call himself a Crann at all.
Although he exhibited characteristics of many of his kin, he never seemed to be able to fully tap into the powers that came so easily to the elders who raised him, and he couldn’t help but notice the twinge of disappointment on their faces when he failed to do so. The fact that he was never granted a proper name didnt help with his issue of feeling like an outsider. Many of his family only referring to him as "Corr Ceann" meaning "odd one" which in my opinion is terribly rude and probably the reason he seemed so happy when I asked if I could name him. But thankfully there was one Elder that you could say was like a mother to him; the Willow Elder, Saileach, who loved him no different than any other willow she had raised before him. Although she acknowledged his differences, she was the only Crann who never made him feel wrong for having them. she calls him her little "Foraoise", meaning "little forest", because to her he is the embodiment of everything the Crann stand to protect, and she never understood how the others couldnt see that.”
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girlreviews · 11 days
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Review #7: Rumours, Fleetwood Mac
I might have met a person who hasn’t listened to Rumours, but I’ve never met a person who has listened to it and was like “no thanks”. Never. If anyone hates this record get in touch, I just want to talk.
So interesting that such an incredible piece of work that holds up decade after decade, represents a band that during its creation was a damn hot mess. It’s not just a breakup record. It’s a double breakup record. Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham had called it quits, and John and Christine McVie were circling the drain, divorcing while they toured Rumours. Hoo-boy can you feel it all. Never has such an overall cheery and upbeat record been so deeply filled with resentment, anger, heartbreak, defeat and getting the fuck over it. You’re just trying to keep up with which song is a fuck you from which band member to the other. Except you can’t, because you end up just getting lost in the music.
Never mind that before all of that, the drummer had an affair with Mick Fleetwood’s wife and all hell broke loose. Line up changes and whatnot. They started as a blues band, y’know? Yet, here we are, with this gorgeous thirty nine minutes of music and a group of people that arguably should seek therapy, rehab, and probably never see each other again. If David Attenborough is a Fleetwood Mac fan — and let’s assume that he is — he would say, “life… finds a way”.
As is often the case I had actually heard covers of a few of the songs as a young’un before ever hearing the originals or ever hearing the full album. Eva Cassidy covered Songbird. It was my childhood friend’s favorite song, and makes me think of her every time I hear it. The Corrs, Irish sibling band, covered Dreams in the late 90s. Their whole thing was a little weird. Jack Dee used to have a bit about the “odd” Corr brother that wasn’t invited to be in the band, Pat Corr. It was pretty funny. That old boss of mine used to say disparaging things about Andrea Corr as if she’d ever have given him the time of day. It makes me want to punch things, even now. I realize in hindsight he used to tear down any Irish woman musician that saw more success than him (see also: Sinéad O’Connor, Delores O’Riordan). They all did see more success, and they all deserved it, with two of them leaving legendary musical legacies even after death. He never made it past a breakfast show that had two knockoff muppets as presenters. I’m not joking.
Let’s talk about Second Hand News, what a charming and odd way to open an album. Buckingham wrote this and he’s generally acknowledged to be a real piece of work (allegedly, John McVie threw a glass of vodka in his face during the making of the record), even now. He insists he “ain’t gonna miss” Nicks when she goes, and that he’s been “tossed around enough”, but it’s pretty clear he ain’t over it. Boohoo, Lindsey. Such light acoustic riffs, luscious harmonies and hefty rhythm throughout with some outro guitar solo just to really make its point.
Dreams is a Stevie Nicks led classic. Let’s talk about Stevie. She’s been my hair inspiration for most of my life. She put out solo shit that was every bit as good as this record. Her voice sounds like that of a woman who has lived a thousand lives. An old, witchy, wise, woman, living in a young, exuberant, beautiful woman’s body. Like smoke on water. She warns Buckingham of his inevitable loneliness… “when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know”. Oof. For as tough and witchy as she is, there’s a real tenderness to her. I’ve always admired her ability to show the world all of her sides, the badass and the vulnerable. Pretty recently she showed us that vulnerable side when we lost Christine McVie. Stevie let her deep grief be known to the world. Whatever had gone on with that band, that was her best friend, and they’ll never sing together again.
This really is one of those where all of the tracks are amazing, but they’re all really different. Some are like standing in an open field of sunflowers, while some are like that part on a rollercoaster where you’re climbing slowly up the incline just waiting for the chaos. The Chain, I think, has to be my favorite for that reason. What I find so interesting is that they’re all credited as writers on this one, so it was an actual team effort, it would seem. First and foremost, the four (five?!) part harmonies in this are so incredible. It’s no softy squishy Simon and Garfunkel shit. These people are pissed, in different keys. It’s POWERFUL. But each instrument also has a voice of its own, the bass line, the guitar solo, the simple drum beat that evolves into a sprint. Whoever was on the tambourine even was going really fucking hard. It takes you on a damn journey. That rollercoaster was wild, let’s go again. And again. And again.
I used to have this record on vinyl and it sadly was one that got lost along the way between the UK and the US. I’ll say, it sounds mighty fine in that format. For a while in and after college, I lived in a shitty house in East London (it’s definitely fancy now but it was a rathole when I called it home). The kitchen ceiling literally caved in once. Anyway, it was me, my then boyfriend, my best girlfriend, and four other dudes. Sometimes we had just one rotating roommate. The point being it was some chaos, not unlike Fleetwood Mac in the making of Rumours. We were all a damn mess. But we were united any time I stuck this record on my turntable, or any time I was doing the dishes and one of the singles came on my absolutely adorable digital radio that looked like a teeny tiny Marshall Amp (add to list of things I wish I still had). I think of the good times in those kinda bad times when I hear Rumours, which is sort of the point of the album, as pointed out by Stevie in 2002:
“If you took out all the bad stuff in the band, the songs wouldn’t have happened. There simply wouldn’t have been a Rumours if everything had been fabulous.”
I’ll take her at her word, anyone with bangs that effortless can really do no wrong.
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liaswritesrobots · 7 months
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Lio Convoy reacting to the reader being called "mama" by Lio Junior?
"What?" Lio Convoy turns his head to Lio Junior.
"I said mama doesn't mind, right mama?" Lio Junior asks, tilting his head while looking at you.
You look at Lio Junior with confusion for a moment, "I'm not- I mean yeah I don't mind, but I'm not actually your mom Lio Junior." You respond with a smile. You're always so kind to Lio Junior so it's not that hard to figure out why he'd see you as a mother figure, but it still feels a little odd to be refered to as that by an alien that's about as tall as you are in robot mode despite being a child.
"Lio Junior. Stop." Lio Convoy demands.
"But papa-"
"Stop." Lio's voice is firm.
Lio Junior bows his head. You look on in pity at the lion cub and crouch down, placing a gentle hand on his mane and giving him a pet, "Hey it's alright. It's just a little confusing being called mama all of a sudden but I'm not mad at you for it." You're reassure him and he looks up and smiles at you.
"You don't need to encourage him." Lio Convoy says.
"Really Convoy it's fi-"
"No. He needs to stop calling any of us mama or papa." He crosses his arms.
"But... he's your son?"
"No, he isn't."
Lio Junior fliches at Lio Convoy's words.
You stand, "He is!" You insist, stomping your foot and place your hands on your hips, "He came from your spark, right? He's your responsibility whether you like it or not. You can't just pretend that he isn't yours when he literally came from your body!"
Lio Convoy lowers his arms, "You know nothing of this kind of process. It isn't completely the same as you organic creatures, it's far more complicated than that."
"Who cares about how complicated it is?! He came from your body and he sees you as his father, there's nothing to be complicated about! Can't you just take his feelings into consideration?"
"I-"
"Stop!" Lio Junior shouts, "I don't want mama and papa to fight!"
"Lio Junior for the last time we are not your parents!"
"But mama made a good point about me coming from your body so you are my papa! And papa loves mama so that makes y/n my mama!" He huffs before running off.
Lio Convoy freezes. You look over to him but he refuses to look at you.
Wait!
"Hey Lio? You two are connected by your sparks, right? Which means you two know each other's feelings corr-"
"I have to do some scouting." Lio Convoy says abruptly before transforming into his lion mode and running in the opposite direction.
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gerec · 4 months
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Hi gerec! Hope you're doing well! Recently I'm obsessed with Mpreg! Erik and I wonder do you have any recommendation for this? Thank you so much!
Hi Anon! Here's a list of mpreg Erik fics for you to enjoy :D
Your Baby is My Supermagnet (My Baby is Your Drug) by Unforgotten
After Cuba, Erik and Charles are BOTH pregnant. Months later, the babies manifest in utero, making pregnancy that much more awkward for Charles - but dangerous for Erik.
Seeking Alpha by annejumps
Erik is a single omega who's managed to avoid entanglement with an alpha, but now his instincts are forcing him to reconsider.
Nightcap by Cesare
“You’re not, I hope, going to tell me that you’re pregnant,” says Erik.
“No,” Charles answers patiently. “If I were, you might have noticed some unusual behavior, like mood swings, sleeplessness, food cravings...”
Midnight Snack (The Robe And Slippers Remix) by helens78
Erik's been restless at night; Charles has some theories about why. It's a bit dangerous to point out mood swings, body changes, and possible secondary mutations in a kitchen, but Charles can be gentle.
A Matter of Convenience by flightinflame
All Erik cares about is keeping Nina safe. It isn't always easy, not when his past stalks him and there are few options available to a single mutant omega, but he's determined to protect her at any cost.
Charles loves his sons, biological and fostered, more than anything. They are flourishing in his care, but the state doesn't think a single alpha can handle children.
A chance meeting gives both of them a solution to their problems. Marry, and no one will try and split up their families. Only what starts off as a simple contract soon becomes far more complicated.
Father of the Bride AU by Unforgotten
A powered, modern era AU with mpreg. Originally inspired by the Steve Martin movies Father of the Bride (1991) and Father of the Bride Part II (1995), though it kind of took off running after that.
A Minor Mystery (Alone No More Remix) by Unforgotten
After D.C., a surprising development disrupts Erik's plans.
August by Red
For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.
Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.
home as a borderless metaphor series by flightinflame, specficslut (homosociality)
Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.
Something Elemental (The What's That Smell? Remix) by professor
Erik used to love smelling Charles' cologne. Now he hates it. There's a reason for that.
Come On, Baby by firstlightofeos
Erik's almost a week past his due date. He and Charles are trying everything they can think of to speed things along—and of course, there's one method they prefer.
The Five Of Us Want You To Tell Him (But He'll Wait For You To Say) by helens78
Erik has something he needs to tell Charles, and everyone wants to weigh in on it. The Brotherhood isn't going to let him hide forever.
Come on, Baby (the correlation is not causation remix) by Red
Erik might be past-due for a normal pregnancy, but by the fourth time, he should realize he's well within time for one of his. That doesn't mean he's not going to try speeding things along.
Charles just hopes he survives (and wishes Erik could be faster getting in the car, once the show gets started).
Without the Words (this, and my heart beside Remix) by flightinflame 
Charles knows that this arrangement will work out well for all of them. He gets the heir he needs, Doctor Shaw is saved disgrace after his ward's indiscretions, and Erik gets a fresh start. It would be easier, though, if Erik at least pretended to hide his hatred.
Baby of '78 by Unforgotten
Charles and Erik's daughter is born during a blizzard.
Unexpected by citrinesunset
Erik has no interest in having an alpha. Charles enjoys having flings with omegas, but certainly isn't looking for anything serious. But neither of them has been with another mutant before.
When Erik gets pregnant, they both have to decide if they can commit despite their differences.
Inheritance by PragmaticHominid
Erik and Charles attempt to survive and to keep their child safe in a world overrun by zombies.
It's Weird When Shaw Is Nice series by Not_You
A swords and sorcery AU where Sebastian Shaw is a gruff northern warlord, Erik is his first no-longer-mpreggable manwife, and Charles is the young and terrified virgin they marry for more babies. And then the story of those babies and their own marriages because epics happen to me.
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mutant-advice · 2 months
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WHY ARE Y0U S0 M!SERABLE ALL THE T1ME?
recently i have been learning to mimic voices. it is a bit silly to show this over text as it is just copying typing quirks. but it is a fairly accurate representation of my actual vocal capabilities.
<3< 1 0nly really heard the vo1cez of tw0 0ther trollz 0n Grumblr, zo ztart1ng w1th them zeemz zmart. 1 th1nk Avy'z iz accurate. Maybe a l1ttle zt1ff, but n0t much t0 d0 ab0ut that 0ne conz1der1ng 1 juzt zpeak l1ke that.
> corr's voice is harder to do. i dont think i have the... enunciation? is that the term? whatever it is, it sounds incorrect.
of course i started out trying to do the voices of other trolls. preferably not ones i only heard the screams of. it felt wrong to desecrate them to that point. maybe that is a sign of weakness ? i tried it out earlier but it left me feeling sick to my stomach gave me a panache & made my hands feel so gross i needed to wash them twenty eight times. & then i washed them twice more. for completions sake you understand.
well after that there was not really anyone to mimic besides my terrible terrible exes.
on a side note have you ever thought about how hard romance is. & of course you need to do it. um. what is the equivalent of twice & thrice but for four. in any case you need to deal with romance fourfold. & that is difficult when being generous half the planet is out for your blood. ehehehe. out for your blood. that is a fitting phrase.
in any case when you calculate it the odds of getting all four quadrants filled is one over two to the power of four. which seems. hm. that is a little high. i think i miscalculated ? well it matters naught. when you are me the odds are zero over zero. indefinably low.
back to the main thing i wonder how they would feel upon knowing i only retain the value of their voices. as practice. likely unhappy. just as i feel about having their voices committed to memory. not that it matters. sixty seven % of them are dead & thirty three % are lucky that that was still when anything & everything scared the shit out of me.
typing all this made me realize i did not really respond to you. well that is okay i think. i am sure there is an answer to your question somewhere in there.
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calcium-cat · 2 years
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Hey uhm I’ve been hearing a lot about your pale!Dream au and ik I haven’t been chatting with you about it so I just wanted to let you know that it’s because I haven’t been up for angst but I’m super sure that it’s good and I might go write a long review of one of your more fluff filled works instead anyway love you
That's alright! If you're not up for angst, then please, don't consume it! I don't ever want you or anyone else to consume my content if you're not going to enjoy it. Your mental and emotional well being comes first!
With that said, I've whipped up a little something on the fluffier side for you to enjoy in the meantime~
“Hey, Nightmare,” said a serious voice to his left.
Nightmare lowered his book and glanced at the arm of his reading chair where his small sibling stood.
“Yes, what is it?” he replied coolly.
Dream stared up at him, his face blank but intense. “What am I feeling right now,” he said in a strangely flat tone.  
Nightmare raised his browbone. “I’m not sure, but you look like you’re trying to melt my face off,” he joked dryly.
“No, Nighty,” Dream gripped his chair and leaned forward on his tiptoes. “I mean, what am I feeling inside me?”
Despite Dream’s odd manner, Nightmare decided to play along, his curiosity piqued, and studied him a moment for what negative emotions he could sense. 
“Annoyed mostly. A bit impatient too,” he observed casually.
“So you really can feel my emotions!” Dream gasped, his sockets shooting wide as his eyelights dilated.
“Yes, of course I can.” he said, his brow furrowing. “You didn’t know that?”
Dream shook his head, “Nu uh. Dusty and Crossy just told me. I thought they were making another mean joke again, so I decided to test you.”
“Oh? And did I pass the test?” he asked, quite amused.
Of course Dream nodded, “Yep!” then added excitedly, “Can you do it again?”
“I don’t see why not.” Nightmare set his book aside and rested his chin on his propped up palm. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Dream said, adopting a serious face once more. 
. . .
. . .
. . .
“Dream, you have to actually feel something for me to sense it,” he finally said.
“But I am feeling something,” Dream argued.
“It has to be negative emotions, like anger or sadness, for me to sense them,” he explained. 
The small skeleton blinked, his shoulders falling a little. “You mean . . . you can’t feel happy emotions?”
“Correct, I can’t sense positive emotions,” he affirmed. “But I can sense that this fact disappoints you.”
“Oh . . . it’s still really cool though!” Dream asserted, quickly snuffing out the subtle sadness. “How do you do it? Can I do it?!”
Nightmare ignored the second question and the unpleasant rabbit hole it led to and answered, “It’s not something you can learn to do. It’s an ability I gained after corr- er, eating the apples.”
“What? Really? I thought the apples made you all goopy? And made those ten-ackles?” said Dream, frowning at him confusedly. 
“Tentacles, and that’s true, but it also gave me the power to sense negative emotions,” he said, leaving out the part where he could gain power from said emotions too. (The less Dream knew of his powers, the better.)
Dream’s frown grew frustrated, “You didn’t tell me that!”
In his defense, Nightmare didn’t purposefully leave him in the dark- he was just so used to everyone knowing already that the fact that Dream didn’t had slipped his mind. 
But since he couldn’t tell that to Dream, he deflected with a growing smirk, “Hmm, I’m starting to sense some anger now . . .”
Dream huffed at that and pressed again, “Nightmare, why didn’t you tell me?” 
“A bit of betrayal too.”  
“Nightyyy . . .”
“Oh, there’s that annoyance again.”
Dream leveled him with a look that tried to mimic his own deadpan glare, but had too much childish pout in it to pull it off.
“Stop doing that. You’re ignoring me,” he said indignantly. 
“But I thought you wanted to test me?" said Nightmare, feigning innocence in his tone, even though his smug smile told another story.
As expected, Dream saw right through it. “Well I’m done testing you.”
With a “hmph-full” air, Dream turned around and began to shuffle away. But as adorable as it was to watch, Nightmare saw an opportunity that he couldn't let go to waste. So when Dream was only a few steps away, he spoke up. 
“Wait, Dream, can I do one more test?” he asked, pushing a little pleading into his voice.
Dream stopped and glanced back at him. “Mmm . . . okay, you can do one more,” he said reluctantly, but returned to the chair as he spoke.
Poor sweet, trusting sibling- Nightmare almost felt bad for the trick he was about to play. Almost.
“Let’s see .  . .” He paused, pretending to concentrate, then hummed, “I’m sensing fear in you.”
“Fear?” Dream echoed, completely oblivious to the tentacle peeking up behind him.
Nightmare nodded. “Oh yes. Fear-”
The tendril caught the scruff of Dream’s shirt and hoisted him in the air with an “eek!”
“-of the ten-tickle monster!” he exclaimed, wiggling his fingers as he reached out to grab him.
Just as he predicted, Dream’s panic spiked and he started flailing at the sight of his inevitable fate. But alas, his pitiful kicking was no use, and he was captured by the dreaded monster. Still, Dream tried valiantly to push the hands away that were poking his sides.
“Night- no, nO NO! Stooop eEP! Do-don’t Nightyyy! Eh he- stop! Nooooo!” he whined as he squirmed.
“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, could you repeat that?” said Nightmare sarcastically, lightly tickling his neck. 
Dream reacted as he anticipated- twitching and hunching his shoulders to shield his vulnerable vertebra. What he didn’t anticipate, however, was Dream’s fist flying straight into his face and square inside his socket. 
“Ah-!” he grunted, squeezing his socket shut with one hand while the other kept a firm grip on his brother.
“Nighty? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Dream asked, craning his head back as he stilled. 
“No, no, I’m fine,” he assured him, blinking his socket until his eyelight flickered back to life again, albeit fuzzily.
Dream shifted in his grip, which he allowed, until he was able to face him and cross his arms. “Don’t tickle me again,” he scolded, puffing out his cheeks.
Nightmare couldn’t resist poking it with his pointer (a light payback for the punch in his mind) as he teased, “Not even a little bit?”
“No, no tickling at all!” Dream shouted, retaliating with a slap to the face again, this time trying tilting it away.
Nightmare quickly grabbed the hand and removed it. “Alright, no more tickling,” he conceded, having provoked his Dream to his satisfaction.
He then let go of Dream entirely, giving him the freedom to scoot off. But curiously enough, Dream stayed put on his lap, looking thoughtfully silent.
“Hey, Nightmare?” he piped up after a second.
“Hmm?”
Dream gazed up at him. "Can you sense emotions all the time? Dusty said you do."
Ah great, more questions.
Nightmare cursed his brother's insatiable curiosity, but induldged it anyway with a vauge, "I can, but I don't chose to. I can control when I sense someone's emotions."
"When do you do it then?" Dream titled his head, blinking owlishly.
"Well, I usually use the ablity it for emergencies," he lightly fibbed.
"Emergencies?"
"Yes. If someone is in trouble or hurt, I use my sense to find out where they are."
Dream's face lit up with realization. "Oh! Is that how you found me when I got lost outside?"
Nightmare smiled proudly at his smart little sibling. "It is. I could sense you were scared and upset all the way from the castle.
"Wooow," said Dream, before beaming brightly. "And then you came and helped me feel better. You're the best brother, Nighty!"
He emphasized his point by throwing his arms out and hugging him tightly.
Nightmare chuckled, ignoring the voice in his head that argued otherwise, and patted his back. "Of course I am."
"I wish I could sense emotions so I could help you feel better too," Dream said wistfully as he snuggled into his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Dream," he said, holding him closer. "You make me feel better just by being yourself."
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chicknstripz · 10 months
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∘₊✧ [[ Bake me a cake ]] ✧₊∘
Pairing|| GN!Reader X Corr Word Count|| 863 Tags|| Self-Deprecation, Self-esteem & Confidence issues, Disabilities, Fluff & Angst, Domestic Fluff, Slice of life, Suggestive theming, NSFWish. Synopsis|| Corr attempts to make you a cake, but his intrusive thoughts get the better of him 'Don't eat that' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo
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The counter is an absolute mess! Flour covers every inch of space, egg is (somehow) splattered on the ceiling, and don’t even get him started on the sink! He despairs every time he looks at the pile of dishes, the shame and guilt eating him from the inside out, but he’s determined to perfect this maker damned recipe! Determined to show he can provide just as well as any other man!
But kriff, are the prosthetics making life difficult! The synth-flesh does not give the same kind of feedback as normal flesh.
He can’t tell if he’s applying the correct amount of pressure to the eggs, the splatter on the ceiling a testament to his struggle. Can’t grip the slick surface of your knives, the cheap synth-flesh not having the correct depth to either the skin or fingerprints to let him grip it properly. The kaminoans only cared that he could hold a gun, he was a soldier not a civilian, so what if he couldn’t cook for himself? He grumbled to himself as he narrowed his eyes, concentrating the whole time as he transferred the pan to the oven.
The consistency of the batter looks right this time, the surface rising in the heat of the oven, and the smell? It’s less eggy and more sweet - his nose flaring as the familiar scent of Uj fills the air. He won’t tell the sergeant that it took him five attempts, can’t even think of the latest failed attempt that still sits behind him on the counter. It’s flat - he knows it - the dense slab making his stomach churn as he starts to clean up his mess. Perhaps if he’s quick he can go to the bakery down the street and beg a worker to tell him what he’s doing wrong?
Alas fortune didn’t favor him.
You walked in the door with a sing-song ‘I’m home’, the sound of which filled him with dread rather than comfort. Not even your smile could appease his worried heart, his eyes watching you close the space between you. In his heart he knows he shouldn’t worry. You’ve never treated him any differently, never seen him as ‘less than’, but as he stands there watching your eyes light up at the sight of the cake? He’d never felt so useless in all his life. All he can think of is some Kaminoan slapping ‘defective’ on his file.
“Smell’s amazing in here, watch’a cooking?”
You speak around your key fob as you relieve yourself of your work satchel, the little quirk making his heart flutter despite his concern.
“Uj cake .... wait ... no! Don’t eat that!”
You’ve broken off a corner before he can stop you, the shameful product slipped between eager lips and chewed on in short order.
“Mmmmmm, that’s so good. The vanilla really adds to it.”
Wait! You liked it? But it was flat and horrible! He looked at the cake, to you, then back to the cake with the distinct feeling that you might be lying to him
“You don’t need to lie to me mesh’la, I’m a grown man - I can handle constructive criticism.”
You give him an odd look, brows furrowed as you lean your hip on the table.
“But I’m not lying. That’s the best cake I’ve had in weeks, like seriously.”
He watches you slip your fingers between your lips, enraptured by the way you clean the sticky coating from your skin. If he thinks hard enough he can remember what that felt like, his jumbled thoughts drifting between aroused and melancholic.
“Really?”
“Yeah really.”
The sensation of your damp fingers touching his face, palms cradling his head as you lean across the table to reassure him, is electrifying. He doesn’t like to use the words ‘touch starved’, hates the implication that he’s missed out on formative experiences, but sometimes? Just sometimes. He feels no better words describe the feelings in his body as he leans into your touch.
“I know you don’t always believe me cyare, but you’re kriffing amazing. The things you do for me? They mean so very much - especially on days like this.”
“Bad shift?”
You shrugged casually, as if what you’d faced was meaningless.
“I wouldn’t say bad, just busy.”
He knows what that’s like, or at least had. It had always been one thing after before he’d started special ops, the number of IEDs outstripping the hours he had to deal with them. Not that special ops was quiet either, but it was a very different beast to front line work and he at least got down time now. He’d had to thank Skirata for that. He’d have never met you if the wiry little chakaar hadn’t hand picked him to be Fi’s replacement.
“Then it’s a good thing there’s plenty more where that came from.”
Corr nods back toward the oven, earning a laugh from you that makes his heart sing with delight.
“There's more? Corr I could kiss you right now!”
“What’s stopping you?”
You continue to laugh as you throw yourself into his arms, the feel of your lips on his the only medicine he needed to cure the ills that plagued him. 
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Puck races again.
That wasn’t the plan, when she made that first mad decision to ride. When, against all odds, she and her island pony crossed the finish line ahead of all the men of Thisby. No, that had been born of necessity, and a wild brush with death, and surely, surely, had been a fluke.
But she races again.
Puck loves Dove, with all her heart, and Dove is the bravest and strongest and fastest and loyalest of horses. But Dove is not a cappail uisce. She can beat them in a race, but there is no magic in Dove, just good old island grit. Puck thought that was all she needed, but the first time she rode Corr she suddenly could see why Sean Kendrick had one foot in the sea.
The Thisby she knows and loves is ponies grazing on weedy grass and November cakes and Father Mooneyham in front of the stained glass of his church, but it is also stormy waves against chalk cliffs and the beady eyes of the mare goddess and the dark of the Scorpio sea. Thisby is wild, and free, and old, old, old. And Thisby is the cappail uisce, and the cappail uisce are Thisby.
She’d never thought she’d ride one, and never thought she’d race again. But she finds that once she’s tried it, she has to do it again. Kate Connolly, Puck Connolly, Kate Kendrick, learns to love the water horses. She rides horses, of both varieties, raised in a yard that is hers, hers and Sean’s, and come November she and a fierce red mare line up beside all the men of Thisby and wear their colors proudly.
When the men on the beach shout “Kendrick!” they generally mean her husband, but they learn to be just fine if it’s her that comes running instead. She may not have the magic Sean does, but he’s taught her the ways of his beloved horses.
Occasionally, she goes to the mainland and rides races on breathtakingly fast horses who have never once tasted meat. The mainland racetracks don’t like a woman on them any more than Thisby did, but they do like a spectacle, and Kate Kendrick is just about the most spectacle you can get. She hates it, hates the prissy crowd and the clamoring reporters and the stifling uniforms and the hours spent on a ferry, feet away from the same watery death her parents faced, but when the gates open and the race is off she remembers just how much she loves the feel of a horse beneath her, and just how much she loves to win.
But the cappail uisce, they make her feel wild and free too. They are Thisby, as is she. And she realizes, eventually, that the cappail uisce don’t put one of her feet in the sea. They sink both feet even deeper into the island.
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sunderedazem · 9 months
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“whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. what is it?”
For Corr plz
(Odessen, following the assault on Voss, and Arcann's early defection to the Alliance)
It's...very strange, having a brother again. Especially after losing Thexan to his own blind rage and jealousy. Especially when that new brother is, by right of birth order and raw strength in the Force, the rightful heir to the throne of Zakuul, even if he had been dismissive of his claim to the throne the one time Arcann had brought it up. Especially when that new brother is a half-brother, older made younger through the preservation of Carbonite, and the parent they share brought horror and pain to both of them in such different ways.
He didn't think Corrain would find it in his heart to forgive him, after he'd nearly killed the now-younger man on Asylum, impaling him clean through on a furious lightsaber. Not after he'd ravaged the galaxy Corrain so loved, glassed planets and terrorized billions simply because he could, because he was angry at the world and couldn't take it out on Valkorion. But then Corrain had found him on Voss, had quietly confirmed their shared father - and had stretched out a hand and said "...I cannot forgive you for anyone but myself, but if you want atonement...I can help you start somewhere, Arcann."
And now here he is, standing at Corrain's side as the tiny man paces around the holotable with the Alliance's latest reports, his long white hair tied back in a neat plait. He's rubbing at the base of his neck again, a habit Arcann has slowly noticed that occurs whenever he's particularly anxious about something. But before he can say anything, can ask any questions- Lana catches the offending hand in hers, pulling the slight Jedi to a halt, and plants a soft kiss on the nape of Corrain's neck.
"Relax, my sweet Jedi," she murmurs softly. Arcann turns away, feeling like he's intruded on something precious in spite of how they're standing in the command suite, in plain view of everyone. He's not the only one to do so either - he can see Eiri rolling his eyes pointedly, and the Togruta smuggler who's been such an impressively disruptive force for his supply lines, Kessin, also makes a face and looks away. It's not unusual for Lana or Theron to need to drag Corrain into a moment of calm, he's come to learn. Nor is it unusual for them to clearly display their affection for each other, with the odd side-effect of often quieting his brother's more passionate moments - as if he can only find peace within their presence.
But as Theron wanders over to help Lana corral their agitated Commander out of his nervous pacing, he can't help but wonder about the odd tic here - one that warrants simultaneous attention from both of his brother's partners. He bites his lip on the question, trying not to allow it to cross his tongue. The answer can come in due time, he's sure. When the memory of Valkorion's bitter ache on their pasts rings less clear.
And then Kessin clears their throat, absently flipping one of their lekku around their throat like a violet scarf.
"Oi, ex-tyrant, c'mere for a second," they call.
It stings - but he sighs heavily, turns away from where his brother is leaning into Lana's shoulder, a cold distance in those thunderstorm eyes, and follows them. He's led only a short distance away, just out of earshot of everyone clustered around the holotable - and then Kessin growls at him a little. Belatedly, he remembers that Togruta are carnivores.
"Okay, listen," they snap, but there's an unusual gravity to their voice and he can't help but straighten up somewhat at the tone. "You're about to ask about the reason why Cor's got both the Sith lady and spyboy on him right now, yeah? I can see you watching him when he paces like that."
Arcann doesn't have the heart to lie, so he nods once and then tucks his hands behind his back.
"Well...more precisely, I wanted to ask about the thing he's doing with his hands - where he rubs at the back of his neck," he confesses. "He...does it often, it seems, when he's anxious or stressed, and it's unusual. I wasn't about to ask NOW though, I'm not quite that foolish. Lana has already threatened my life at least four times."
Kessin appears only slightly appeased by that, and they lean back against the stone wall with an eye roll. They're taller than him, Arcann notices idly, though that's mostly due to their arcing montrals.
"Tactful choice," they comment lightly. Then they're quiet for a minute before their expression softens marginally. "Look. You're one of the few people in the galaxy I hate as much as Sith, but Cor's decided you're worth the effort somehow, and he's right about ninety percent of the time. So lemme give you some advice. If you ask about the neck tic - have a few bottles of alcohol with you, and put Lana or Theron on standby. I was there for part of uh...his particular incident. It's a hell of a story, and he's still shattered by it, in a lot of ways."
Arcann stares, a little flabbergasted.
"You- aren't trying to warn me away?" He asks, stunned. Kessin's expression hardens again.
"...no. Not when...well. This involves your father. His father. Ugh. The karking piece of shit Sith Emperor. You already know the little Commander hates your dad. This is related to why."
Arcann can feel his blood boil at the mention of Valkorion's other incarnation - and suddenly the way Lana and Theron are tag-teaming his younger- older?- brother into a semblance of calm makes far more sense.
"Then thank you for your guidance, Captain Meyka," he says, tone low. "I'm grateful."
They snort, but there's no bite in it.
"It's not for you, jackass."
-
He manages to catch Corrain alone later that evening, after carefully approaching Lana - suicidal, probably, but she'd just raised an eyebrow at him and nodded curtly, then shot off to find Theron - and the location is ideal. Arcann almost wonders if either the Sith lord or former Republic spy that his brother loves so much had suggested the young commander come out here.
The Odessen wilds are beautiful, after all. Calming but cold, steady but melancholic- a strange, delicate tightrope between pain and peace. And Corrain sits calmly in the grass, meditating. Arcann can feel him in the Force, like the warmth of a summer thunderstorm, clean ozone and soft rain and muggy heat, and dangerous potential. Storms can build, he knows - and Corrain feels like he's been waiting for the sky to break for years.
"You, uh...noticed my little habit, did you?" Corrain asks as he approaches. Arcann reaches for him without speaking, brushing the edge of his awareness against his brother's as carefully as he can, hesitantly projecting both worry and curiosity and the ache that wishes he knew this new sibling better- and Corrain turns to look at him and smiles wryly.
"I'm not going to break anytime soon, Arcann, you don't have to just tap me like that," he says- and then he sees the bag in Arcann's hand, a bottle of Alderaanian wine and a couple cups peeking out- and he laughs. There's a rueful twist to it.
"I was...warned this may help make the conversation smoother," Arcann explains with a sheepish frown, and pauses next to a patch of grass next to the Jedi. "Ah, may I-"
"Sit your ass down," Corrain laughs again, and there's no bitterness in the sound anymore. Arcann does as invited. "And alright, I might crack a bit. Who told you to bring wine?"
Arcann hesitates, then shrugs.
"Captain Meyka."
Corrain groans, a little exasperated, but fond.
"Classic Kess," he sighs. "Alright then. Ask."
Arcann pauses, regarding Corrain for a long moment. This close, his relation to Valkorion is distinct, but not obvious - there's a similarity in their faces that eludes definition- and then of course, there are those stormy grey-blue eyes. Valkorion had that eye color, once.
Corrain just watches him, white eyebrows hiding behind his bangs.
"My original question was going to be to ask why you rubbed at your neck when you were anxious...but I was informed it was related to our father, so-"
He doesn't miss the way Corrain's entire expression curls into a snarl at the mention of Valkorion, nor the way his thunderstorm aura crackles into static electricity and howling anger, a cyclone of hatred forming in the blink of an eye- and Arcann can almost taste the satisfaction of his own answering fury on his tongue. After all - it was this hate, it's intensity and passion which had convinced him to join his younger brother.
"...Darth Vitiate held me captive for almost two years," Corrain says finally, and reaches for the collar of his shirt, tugging it open and pushing the fabric down to bare the upper part of his back and neck. And Arcann freezes at the sight of raised, ropy scars striping over pale skin, at the jagged lines of stark white cut into the nape of the Jedi's neck. There's so many, he realizes. And some are layered over each other, as if to rip open old injuries for added pain.
When he lifts his head to meet his brother's gaze again, he can swear those grey eyes flash acid gold.
"He implanted a shock collar." The quiet voice is like ice. "Wired it directly into my spinal column while I was awake to feel the agony. Used it to punish me when I wouldn't kill for him, then forced me to kill anyway."
Ah. Arcann's expression sours, like a flame forced to smolder, and Corrain grins in answer. It's not a nice smile- there's a feral bloodlust in it, and the promise of vengeance. Arcann knows from his knowledge of the Jedi that it's not something they'd encourage. But it's what convinced him to follow - the genuine pain, the rage, the kinship it creates between them. The sure knowledge that this young storm - his brother, his younger sibling, found in the worst of ways - is his best chance at truly seeing Valkorion fall.
And yet- he can't shake the guilt, the sorrow for what he's done. For the suffering that must be having their father's spirit rattling around inside Corrain's subconscious. There's too much of Thexan's strength of heart in Corrain to see it lost to Tyth's fire and Izax's desolation.
So he reaches out, steadier this time, and lets his youngest sibling feel the weight of his promise.
"I will see his hold on you broken, little brother," Arcann swears, and it tastes a little like hope. "I will see you free again."
And Corrain softens back into kindness and summer rain and the smell of the earth after a nourishing rainstorm, and his smile turns true.
"And I, you, Arcann. And I, you."
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persephones-journey · 5 months
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Thanks to @emilyhufflepufftlk for the tag.
How many works do you have on AO3?
77.... So.... yeah....
2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?
Oh man... you are going to make me look at this.... okay...
1,674,575
Excluding the odd one shot I have posted here on tumblr but not on Ao3
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The Last Kingdom, House of the Dragon, Bridgerton, anything Ryan Corr has been in lol, ah, Supernatural, True Blood .... bascially most of my fave fandoms lol
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
A Targaryen Heart Set A Blaze
The Tales of the Complete Non-Legend of Yesterday
I Wanna Swim in You
Yes, Sex is Always the Answer
Fire, Blood, and A Strong Seed
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes. I love reading the comments and responding. It's how I have met some of my closest friends.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Well, the people who read them would say.... ALL OF THEM... but... probably for one shots You were All I Wanted, But Not Like This and for full length fics Nothing Lasts Forever
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Happy endings?.... what is this? LOL.... Kidding.... Ahh... Okay both are Aisling/Finan AU fics but... This Love Left A Permanent Mark and This Hope is Treacherous A couple other fics have good endings but these are probably what I think are the happy ending ones.... for now...
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Yes, I have.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes. Sometimes it feels like all I write is smut LOL. And I have totally stopped blushing when I write it.... Okay, most of the time lol
As to what kind... ahh, I think I've written almost everything once.... maybe...
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Yes. I do. Craziest one.... The Last Kingdom and House of the Dragon, titled What Could've Been, Would've Been, Should've Been You
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so...
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Yeah, back in the day... It was a Supernatural fic. I don't talk to the person anymore so....
14. What's your all time favourite ship?
Me/fave fictional character....
Also Finan/Ingrith is good too lol
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Four Warriors and the Bastard I've gotten distracted by everything else lol
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue. My friend once told me I nail dialogue. Also creating OCs and making them feel real... I've been told...
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Ah, everything not listed in strengths lol
Seriously though, probably emotion. Sometimes I find it so hard to put into words what my characters are feeling.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Finan's Irish is probably all wrong because I use Google Translate for it so.... that's my only thought lol
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Supernatural.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
That's like choosing who my favourite child is!.....
.....
Through the Dark
As much as Aisling and I could not agree on some plot points, that story felt so easy because... Aisling and Finan were themselves in it, you know. They had been married for a few years but they were still finding their way as a couple and of course, learning to trust their love for each other.
It's honestly the one I reread the most too lol
I tag: @bhxrdy @gemini-mama @butternutbran and anyone else who wants to do this...
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astairwaytobooks · 1 year
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The Scorpio Races Festival 2022
Week Four: THE RACES
Reading Challenges: chapter 48 - chapter 66
We delve deeper into the traditions of Thisby through Tommy’s funeral. How does this diverge from the spiritual and religious beliefs that we’ve seen so far?
As I see it there are two sorts of religion on Thisby: a form of christianity and a more "pagan" religion we see expressed through Tommy's funeral, but also through the use of bells and holly leaves to harness the magic of the water horses. I imagine that like in many other places the "pagan" religion (sorry I don't know what else to call it, I don't think it is ever named in the book) was first and the christian religion was later imposed on them by outsiders. Hence Gabe calling the Falk's religion "old Thisby". The fact the scorpio races are still held however shows that christianity has not yet won over the island, as I think the races are very much old Thisby.
How do the goals of the characters shift as race day approaches? How does their relationship with the Scorpio Races change?
Puck realises the races are rooted in tradition, they are about the islanders and the capaill uisce and their connection to Thisby. She now better understands the opposition she is facing for partaking in the races, but her ultimate goal of having to win to get the money to pay for their house doesn't change in the last part of the book. I think it is mainly Sean's goal we see shift. Because even though he still very much wants to win and be able to get Corr, his main goal becomes making sure Puck and Dove survive the races. Puck at one point wishes the race money would be enough to help both herself and Sean, she quickly realises that it just isn't enough money and that thought doesn't really influence her decisions. Luckily sweet Finn placed that forty-five to one bet, he always knew that despite the odds his sister would come through.
Do you have any favorite scenes or quotes from this section?    
The last line: "He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me."
How does the ending sit with you? How have Sean and Puck’s arcs taken them from where they were at the beginning of the story to where they are when it ends?
They have found a new footing at the end of the book. During the book the foundation of their lives sort of falls out from under them. but together they find a new place. I do always so fiercely wish that Corr didn't have to get hurt. But I think in the end the bittersweetness of it all makes for a better story.
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ali3n · 2 years
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Leitura:
Bom, é claro que a entrada que segue é coerente por si só, agora, analisando o time da casa que não vence a 5 partida e que terminou apenas na 11ª colocação no campeonato passado, enxergo um desajuste que nos gera lucro, se não agora, daqui a pouco, até porque eu faria essa entrada nessa mesma circunstância umas 100 vezes; temos também que considerar que os celestes não vencem o maior clube da Europa desde 18/01/2017; mas corre que essa odd vai derreter igual sorvete.
Entrada:
ML VISITANTE
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thronesfms · 1 year
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╰     ┈     [  ryan corr , thirty , cismale , he / him ]  in the time of dragons , GILWOOD BRACKEN is entering the game of thrones . said to be charismatic + intrepid , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be sybaritic + deceitful . when asked about them , people are always reminded of being the first to arrive at the finish line of a horse race; emerging victorious from a fight that had all the odds against you; the sweet smell in opening a new bottle of wine . though they are the RULING LORD OF STONE HEDGE , their true loyalties lie with house bracken and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support independence of the seven kingdoms / themselves above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .   ──  nare , 21+ , gmt -3 , she / her .
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crow-ooc · 5 days
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oh yeah corr's tq changing to look a lot like karkat's was not an odd coincidence.
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psychopasss4 · 5 months
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The Ballad of #ShinKane
A Shinkane/KoAka coded playlist ❤️❣️
This is the kind of playlist I've had in mind from quite sometime ever since the airing of PsychoPass on 2012 upto now.
If you're on the show for quite a long time, hope you'll enjoy this as you watch your most fave ShinKane/KoAka scene 🤗🥰😉🤗
Note: These selections are from my own arsenal therefore, if you don't feel like it or you find it old (or even odd) don't watch nor play. I know each of us have there own preference but I just found the lyrics quite fitting for their character or relationship dynamics.
From Season 1 with love:
(When it all began...)
More than Words by Extreme
I'm Gonna be Around by MLTR
Like A Rose by A1
Two Less Lonely People by Air Supply
True by Ryan Cabrera
Lost in Space by Lighthouse Family
Honestly by Harem Scarem
Glory of Love by Peter Cetera
You Needed Me by Boyzone
Close to you by Whigly
You're the Inspiration by Chicago
Vulnerable by Roxette
Remember me this way by Jordan Hill
Destiny by Jim Brickman
One Last Song by A1
Evergreen by Westlife
This I promise you by N'Sync
My Everything by 98 Degrees
Only love by Trademark
From Season Two with longing
(Akane reminiscing her times with Kogami)
Everytime by A1
Total Eclipse of the Heart by Westlife
I live my life for you by Firehouse
My All by Mariah Carey
Show me the meaning of being lonely by Backstreet Boys
Drowning by Backstreet Boys
Words by Boyzone
Nothing's gonna change my love for you by Westlife
Making love out of nothing at all by Air Supply
If you come back by Blue
Everything I own by Bread
Don't say you love me by The Corrs
Long Night by The Corrs
Baby can I hold you by Boyzone
Sometimes by Britney Spears
Never too Far by Mariah Carey
From Psycho Pass Movie 1
I'd Rather by Luther Vandross
You took my heart away by MLTR
You're Beautiful by James Blunt
Crazy for you by Madonna
If I let you go by Westlife
There you'll be by Faith Hill
When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating
Stay the Same by Joey McIntyre
All or Nothing by O-Town
Shape of my heart by Backstreet Boys
Against All Odds by Westlife & Mariah Carey
I still believe by Mariah Carey
I love the way you love me by Boyzone
Victims of Love by Joe Lamont
That's why you go Away by MLTR
From Sinners of the System 3:
(Kogami returns to Japan)
The search is over by Survivor
Kiss from a Rose by Seal
Please forgive me by Bryan Adams
What makes a man by Westlife
Flying without wings by Westlife
It's True by Backstreet Boys
I miss you like crazy by Moffatts
It's your love by Gil Ofarim
PsychoPass Providence:
(The reunion)
Hard to say I'm sorry by Chicago
Never get over you getting over me by Bellefire
Swear it Again by Westlife
After All by Peter Cetera & Cher
Swear it again by Westlife
Old Friend by (it's too old I forgot the Singer's name)
Wayback into Love by Hugh Grant
From Season 3 with Hope:
This love by Angela Aki
Brand New Map by Kei
語り継ぐこと by Chitose Hajime
Even the nights by Air Supply
Nothing's gonna stop us now by (Idk the name)
Tonight by Westlife
Open Arms by Journey
You take my breath away by Emma Burton
I wanna grow old with you by Westlife
Everything I do it for you by Bryan Adams
Queen of my heart by Westlife
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