#thank you al this was VERY educational

[httpswritings]

@alexiaps94 has liked your profile — Alexia Putellas x Reader

Word count: around 648

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Alexia match on an exclusive dating app.

“@alexiaps94 has liked your profile”

That was first notification you saw when you first checked your phone in the morning, still half asleep.

Some days ago, you signed up on Like.ly, an app similar to Tinder but extremely exclusive. The app was directed to wealthy people and reputed celebrities. You had to e-mail the company and wait if they accepted you on the company. If you were, you had to go through an interview where they'll ask you all types of questions, as the company itself would look for some potential matches to get you started. They did not succeed to your liking. They matched you with all sort of celebrities, but nobody properly caught your eye. 

You weren't a football fan, but you knew who Alexia was because of the expectation she woke up when she won her second Ballon D'Or and when Spain won the World Cup, as the press talked non-stop about the different problems with the federation, especially about the incident during the final. 

You clicked on her profile. Her profile pic was a picture with her dog, Nala. She had more pictures uploaded; you could see her with her family, her friends, her team and by herself. You scrolled down to the “About Me” paragraph.

“Hi! My name is Alexia. I like playing football, spending time with my family and learning new things. 😃”

“Cute”, you thought. You hesitated about what your next move should be. You liked her profile but decided to not write her yet. 

“Hi. I saw your profile some days ago and you seem lovely. I'd love to hear from you”. You hated the way you wrote that text. “Y/N, you want to get to know her as a friend, maybe as something more, this is not a business meeting”, you said to yourself. Your text was fine, you were only overreacting. If you knew they way Alexia reacted to your text, you'd feel more than accomplished with yourself.

“Hi, Y/N. Thank you! You seem really lovely too. I'm seeing that you have four cats! Wow, that's some good company. I think a get along better with dogs because I've been around them my whole life, but the cat life sounds fun too. 😸”

You chuckled as you read her message. “She's indeed very lovely”, you thought. 

“Yeah, so damn crazy, but it's quite fun😸😹” You had never used those emojis. Weird. Adorable but weird.

As you kept talking during the week with Alexia, you got to know her better. She told you about the passing of her dog, Nala, and how bad that affected her. You told each other about your life: family, friends, place of work. She even taught you a little bit of football, and you were so entertained you couldn't quite believe it, as you never showed any interested in football except for some random matches of the men's world cup. You started to educate yourself in women's football.

“Can I call you?”, was the message you received from her on a Saturday night. You had spent the whole day rotting on your sofa and talking to Alexia until your eyes started to feel really heavy. As she called you, and you responded, you started to breath uncontrollably rapid but at the same time, you felt so comfortable listening to her. Alexia's voice was soft, and her laugh sounded so delicate, you felt butterflies in your stomach every time you made her laugh.

“It was nice talking to you, Ale, but we both need some rest, especially you. You have training tomorrow.”

“... I liked hearing you calling me Ale”

“I like hearing you, Ale.”

“God, are you always this flirty?”

“Not in person. I'll have to be a little bit tougher when I'll have you in front of me.”

“No, don't be. I'm pretty sure I'd love the timid version of you. I can't wait to see it.”

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader

[ykscarlett]

headcanons || valeria garza || pt.1

warning: this is only my opinion about her!!, minors dni, a slight mention of smut, lesbian relationship, a little bit angst ig, grammar, if I missed something, please write to me about it.

a/n: the first post. I'm really looking forward to your opinions and reblogs.

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with love, scarlett

My headcanons about Valeria (without mentioning revealing her as ‘el sin nombre’ and meeting with Ale) + bonus "if you are finally in a relationship with Valeria."

A former officer of the Mexican Special Forces, and now the leader of a criminal cartel, can show feelings? Can she be gentle to someone? Seriously?

Or maybe to lo– no, not to love, but rather, it's very good to improvise that she feels something for her partner, because she is very good at pretending. Too good, I'd say.

Love is something unknown to her.

Something that she failed to feel both as a child and in adulthood.

Something forbidden.

Something that she is deprived of and that she will never feel.

Let's be honest, she won't be able to love someone.

But I'm not saying she doesn't need love.

She didn't read the romantic books that all her girls-classmates flowed from. (and yes, her parents forced her to get a good education first, and then go into the military)

She didn't date anyone from school, while other girls switched boyfriends.

She realized that she was attracted to girls only at sixteen, when a pretty stranger in a club kissed her.

And she always used girls only to satisfy her pleasure. Of course, there are hints of sadism in her, after all, she personally tortures all her prisoners, but sexually there is a difference.

She will never cause real pain.

It can humiliate you, it can turn you into a wet, whimpering mess, it can make you faint from the pace and overexcitation, but it will never hurt if we engage in intimacy with you.

Well. In her opinion, love is overrated. This feeling is nothing more than a facade of a person's emotional weakness. And Valeria cannot allow herself to be weak in something, and especially towards someone.

But if you ask her "What is love for you?", I think she will answer something like this: "It's hard to explain.. it can mean something different to everybody. It's a feeling, a connection between people. A desire to protect someone more than yourself, and to be there for each other, no matter what. And it can be an incredibly powerful force, one that can change the world and bring people together in unexpected ways. For some, love is simply a chemical reaction, a biological instinct driven to perpetuate and propagate our species. And for others, it's a mystical concept that transcends time, space and logic."

She was definitely not in a real healthy relationship, I guarantee you that. And there's not much time for love when your life is constantly under threat. She had many affairs with girls and women, several with men (there were only two of them, the first was a trial, the second was proof that the opposite sex had no chance with her; and no, she did not date Alejandro, if they were together, Mexico would be on fire)

She's in the drug trade, man. This is unacceptable to me, drugs are evil, but in the case of Valeria... I do not know how to justify this, it is unacceptable to me.

She's a first-class manipulator. She can achieve absolutely anything she wants, only if she really wants to. Single–mindedness is another important character trait of hers. She will use any goals and any connections, any ways and break any rules to get what she has in mind... Or who.

But Val is not as bad as you think, I'm describing her. I think she just won't let herself fall in love. She's afraid of hurting someone she loves...to whom she will get attached because of her activities. She is engaged in criminal cases and every night she falls asleep (if suddenly, thank God, she gets the opportunity) with the thought "will I survive tomorrow?".

She's being hunted. Many. She runs a huge drug cartel, makes big deals, runs criminal gangs... Another reason to be alone and sometimes ask an assistant to order a little fucktoy.

But what if you win her heart so that she practically forgets about all her principles?

Bonus.

How you got to her, decide for yourself, whether it's captivity, recruitment or your own decision. There are many options.

At first, she will deny feeling for you.

Literally.

She will try to avoid you everywhere and in everything, she will start talking even colder, but she will surreptitiously watch you and with her own hands she will take care of that bully who is part of her cartel to show him that it is better not to even talk to you, let alone touch your waist. I don't think I need to say that the next day, and in fact, he will never appear in this building.

Initially, she will be a 'secret' lover. She will show signs of attention, but as imperceptibly as possible and goddamn you will understand that this is her, this is a woman who has not been trained in anything.

You will hook her, most likely, not with beauty, but simply with yourself. Time is important for Valeria, if it does not concern one-night stands. Time to take a closer look, time to realize, time to fall in love, time to come up with a way to confess, time to try to forget you, time to realize what really is...fuck..fell in love.

She notices the little things.

She is very attentive and sometimes it's even creepy. She notices if you have eaten before she sends you to transfer the goods, if you have not eaten, then she will send one of her assigned ones along with a package of typical goodies. She notices you drawing little drawings in the margins of your notebook while she talks about upcoming deals. She notices that a patch has appeared on your index finger, apparently you accidentally cut yourself with a knife again, imagining yourself *some famous chef* and be sure that there will be a pack of patches and one flower on your bedside table.

Valeria has never liked flowers. But for your sake, she became addicted to the colors of red. Red...as blood...and even here she went crazy. In my opinion, she would always give a long red rose with uncut, sharp thorns.

Without noticing it, she becomes softer towards you than towards her other 'employees'.

Since she is a woman with money, she can pamper you with gifts that you have been dreaming about for a long time, and the cartel's personal courier will say that it is from an old relative/aunt/former classmate/fourth cousin on dad's sister's side.

Okay, let's move away from the period of easy falling in love and move on to some of the facts that await you in a relationship with her.

Her gentle nature may or may not reveal itself. She can gently kiss your lips and easily cover your entire neck with bruises, which is why you get sidelong glances from your teammates and an arrogant look from V. She can gently and slowly play with your pussy, treating it like a crystal vase, or she can spank your pussy, bite your hips until red stripes appear and fuck hard with a strap-on.

Speaking of the latter, she doesn't have many. One is standard, one that you can safely accept and enjoy it, the second is an ordinary dildo with protruding parts and the third is a long one if you've done something and she can't wait to vent her disappointment on you.

Before entering into an intimate relationship with you, she will definitely discuss what is acceptable for you, what is not and what is categorically not. This is another manifestation of love on her part.

If you return wounded after the mission, she will swear at everyone and take you to her office, where, cursing menacingly, she will begin to treat your wounds, after which she will gently kiss each one, as if taking all the pain for himself.

Another bonus.

A few days ago, she asked you to sleep with her. Of course, you agreed, and a few minutes after her proposal, you were lying on her chest in her big bed, in which she practically does not sleep, because sitting on a chair is more familiar to sleep and she stroked your hair. She can't help but wonder why she's showing such tenderness to you. Her brain tries in every possible way to reason with her, to return her to her usual cold and inaccessible lifestyle, to her comfort zone. But she moves away from these thoughts to thoughts of you, who is peacefully snuffling on her chest like a child.

Grinning at the comparison of you with a child, she pretended not to think about how just yesterday you sucked on her tits, sucking them to such an extent that your drool flowed between her large and soft breasts, continuing to stroke your head and occasionally kissing your forehead.

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But she was gone for a long time last night. She's back in her office. You knew that for sure. Before your relationship, you often ran to her about assignments and even late at night she was always there.

So you got out of bed, wrapped yourself in a blanket, put on your slippers and went to her office. You knocked.

"Busy." Her menacing voice rang out.

She's unhappy about something, you thought, and whispered. "Valeria? May I?"

When she heard your voice, she froze in place and only after a few seconds shouted, "Come in, cariño."

You went inside and sure enough, Garza's desk was filled with papers, empty coffee cups and wrappers from her favorite candies. I'm sure she has a sweet tooth. It sounds silly, but I think it's almost the only thing that will make her smile out of pleasure, not disgust or something like that.

"Can't you sleep without me?" She replied sarcastically.

"Yes." You answered quite seriously and she understood it.

She patted her knees and said meekly, "Come here, dulzura."

When you sat down and put your arms around her neck, resting your head on her shoulder, she leaned her ear against the top of your head and put one arm around your waist, continuing to work with documents.

"Sit here for now. I'll be done soon and we'll go to bed, I'll take you to bed. Sleep well...mi pequeña princesa."

covers: https://pin.it/5K9iR3NJ7

the meanings of some words in Spanish:

cariño - darling

dulzura - sweetness

mi pequeña princesa - my little princess

#valeria garza #valeria garza headcanon #cod mwii #cod mw2 #el sin nombre #scarlett’s hc #headcanon #cmon #cod imagine #cod scenarios #valeria garza x reader

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

You might have seen me mentioning before the Palestinian Authority's "Pay for Slay" policy, where they pay Palestinian terrorists based on how deadly their attacks have been. Let me share something even worse: based on the Oslo peace accords from the 1990's, Israel collects the Palestinian tax money, and then passes it along to the PA. Which means, when Israel became aware of the "Pay for Slay" law (yes, turns out that it's a LAW, not just a program, that the Palestinian Authority pays terrorists... the same PA that now has the audacity to claim at the International court in Hague that Israel is committing a genocide, meaning the intentional destruction of, or a part of, a nation... I think a LAW that financially incentivizes terrorists to kill members of the Israeli nation fits), it also realized that Israeli authorities, paying with Israeli tax payer money for the work done by Israeli clerks tasked with doing this, has been collecting and passing along money that goes to pay Palestinian terrorists for having attacked, injured and murdered Israelis. In what world is that right? In what world is it moral to make a victim, through a "peace accord" participate in the payment to its victimizer? As part of the money collected by Israel and given to the PA, an annual 278 million dollars (!) are then passed by it to Palestinian terrorists for hurting and killing Israelis. The PA has already added Oct 7 terrorists, most of them Hamas members, to the list of those being paid thanks to the "Pay for Slay" law.

The annual payment was revealed thanks to a lawsuit by the parents of 26 years old Dalia Lemkus, who was stabbed to death in Nov 2014 by a Palestinian terrorist (he also injured 2 others. Dalia herself had survived a previous terrorist attack in 2006. On the day she was murdered, another Israeli was killed in a separate terrorist attack. I don't think most people realize just how intense Palestinian terrorism is). The lawsuit was filed against the PA, which has been paying him 3,300 dollars a month. This is Dalia, may her memory be a blessing:

I'm not gonna lie, I'm thinking about the fact that coincidentally, I've been at our Holocaust museum and education center since Nov 2014, with the purpose of helping to educate against antisemitism, racism, homophobia, every other type of generalized hatred that humans are capable of, and against genocide, which is the possible consequence of that type of hate. And a part of what's wrong with this world, is that even with me being a "veteran," I get paid less money a month than that Palestinian terrorist does for having murdered a Jewish woman based on that kind of generalized hatred. My income depends on how many tours, lectures or workshops I did that month, but in almost 10 years of working there, I have never had a month where I got a salary of 3,300 dollars, most months I don't make it to half of that, and I have had many months where my salary was zero (during Covid, and whenever the security situation is bad enough that no one comes to our museum). Don't get me wrong, I consciously made a choice to do this work, where my salary would be very low, because I wanted to do something meaningful, I'm not complaining, but I can't help thinking about the fact that a part of why antisemitism thrives, is because it IS socially and financially rewarded, clearly more so than fighting it. That was true before and during the Holocaust, and sadly has been true since as well.

I would love to understand how the evacuation of civilian Gazans out of the war zone is described as "ethnic cleansing" or worse, but not the evacuation of Ukrainian civilians out of those war zones, and not the evacuation of a Hamas-affiliated Al Jazeera "journalist" (who documented himself in southern Israel during Hamas' massacre), taken out of Gaza to Egypt, to be flown from there to Qatar, one of the two great financiers of Hamas (along with Iran). Qatar has not opened up its gates to wounded Gazan civilians. It's clear Ismail Abu Omar was given this special treatment precisely because he is a Hamas terrorist. What's scary about this possibility is that the IDF didn't know he was smuggled out of Gaza, begging the question, who else is Hamas smuggling out? Also, this is Hamas' middle finger to anyone claiming Gaza is closed off, and an open air prison or concentration camp...

Speaking of Qatar, it is currently hosting the swimming world championship. Israeli swimmer Anastasia Gorbenko won a silver medal, a huge Israeli achievement, but she got repeatedly booed by the crowd, including during the medals ceremony. Anastasia has a childhood classmate who is currently held hostage in Gaza. She dedicated her medal to him.

A TV report by an Israeli journalist (source in Hebrew) is about a Hamas document dated May 2023, which the IDF found, the summary of a Hamas leaders meeting. It details some of the considerations for the timing of "the big project," listing 4 Jewish holidays as possibilities for the massacre (including Yom Kippur, the holiest day in the Jewish year, and Simchat Torah, when the massacre actually took place), so it's clear Hamas was always going to use our holy days against us. Another thing mentioned is that Hamas must strike before Israel deploys Magen Or (literally: shield of light, but most publications in English refer to it as Iron Beam), the laser-based defense system meant to complement Iron Dome. The system has been making a lot of progress, enough that by Oct 2023 there have been reports on it becoming operational soon. The document mentions making Israel used to Hamas conducting large scale exercises close to the border, so that the commotion ahead of the massacre wouldn't look abnormal, and it also mentions making use of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, the second biggest Palestinian terrorist organization in Gaza. It wasn't included in the plans, but was being relied on. In recent years, all of Israel's operations in Gaza have been against PIJ, and Hamas chose not to join them, the document indicates that this was done in order to reinforce the idea in Israel that Hamas is more interested in the wellfare of Gazans, than in killing Israelis. At the same time, the document warns not to let PIJ fuck up Hamas' planned operation.

I did not write about the private initiative of family members to send medications through international mediators to Hamas, meant for the hostages, for the simple reason that I did not for a second believe Hamas would give the hostages these meds. I didn't wanna get my hopes up, when logically, I was sure such initiatives were futile. Now, thanks to the IDF's operation in the Nasser hospital in Khan Younis, we have confirmation that these meds were found in its pharmacy, with the names of the hostages on the unopened boxes, meaning the kidnapped Israelis never got them. We can assume the meds were kept in the hospital pharmacy, either to serve Hamas terrorists, or to be sold, with the money going to Hamas.

This is Matan ben Ari, the last Israeli injured on Oct 7 (out of thousands) to be discharged from the hospital on Dec 1, almost two full months after Hamas' massacre. People spontaneously gathered around to applaud him as he was making his way out:

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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[arogustus]

Splatband Analysis: Ink Theory

(Disclaimer: This analysis in based on what I get out of looking into the character descriptions we have of the splatband characters. If you disagree with what I say, that is fine, we are all beheld to our opinions. Just don’t be a jerk about it.)

Edit: Put a Read More on this cuz now I realize this is long.

I’m gonna start this series with Ink Theory. You might have expected this to go in chronological order and have started with Squid Squad, but I have a good explanation for that. None of the other bands are Ink Theory. Plus this band has at least three pieces of artwork to them (and Yoko has an additional one thanks to Yoko and the Gold Bazookas, that’s how you know she’s special. Kitamura as well, but we’ll get into that later), so I feel there’s more to work with.

So, let’s start off with a band wide reading, since I feel they warrant it. 

To start with, here’s the main thing we know about the girls, their knowledge of academic music theory and classical training. They’ve all been practicing since youth, making music a big part of their life, and studied music theory. However, of the six, Mayaya, Bibi and Karen are the ones noted to have graduated from music academies, while Yoko, Kitamura and Oonie are left unmentioned of their education. While it could be the writers simply didn’t want to repeat themselves too much, it’s just as likely that Yoko, Kitamura and Oonie went to less notable institutions like regular colleges that didn’t warrant mentioning. Just a thought.

The second thing to note is their rivalry with Bottom Feeders. While most of what we know comes from the Bottom Feeders side of the rivalry, which is appropriate considering their more volatile, chaotic personalities, the Haikara Walker magazine does mention the two bands got into a music battle during a concert in ZAPP square, fueled by their rivalry into an epic performance. So while it is clear Bottom Feeders started it, it’s also clear that Ink Theory reciprocates the rivalry, or at the very least indulge it for their own reasons.

With that out of the way, let’s focus on our ladies, starting with best girl:

Yoko

The first and foremost thing we know of her is her mutation and her unknown illness. Her hair is multicolored due to a mutation that is only aesthetically pleasing and not useful otherwise. Considering that her hair turns gray as it reaches the top of her head, and even her eyebrows appear to be gray, it’s safe to say it involves her ink color not being able to properly change. As well, she has a weakness to atmospheric pressure that essentially makes her always miserable. Despite that, her determination and hard work is highlighted as a strong suit of hers, being the frontwoman of the band and absolutely slaying on the trumpet. She’s someone who works through everything, regardless of her obstacles. 

On the other hand, she’s described as being insecure about being overshadowed by her own bandmantes’ personalities (you should read how they describe her on Inkipedia, it’s just rude). It’s safe to say that at least three of her bandmates being well regarded academy graduates might have something to do with it. It’s probably why she gets nervous before large performances too. She feels she needs to work hard to keep up with the others and gets nervous because of it. It makes sense why she went off to “reinvent” herself in Splatsville  according to Splatoon Base. Speaking of Splatoon Base, it mentions she comes from a conservatory background. Looking it up, the meaning I get out of it is that she studied at a smaller university where the focus was on the practical basics of performing, with less focus on the academic side (If I’m wrong, please tell.) 

On the more minor stuff, she clearly likes the design of her hat. Like, it sounds like a stretch, but when you own three hats that share the same design element (the horns), then there’s probably something going on. Three makes a pattern after all, or however it goes. Also, in the Valentine’s day artwork, while everyone except Oonie  and Mayaya has ice cream, she has fries and a drink. She’s probably not a fan of sweets.

Karen

The only based Karen in existence. She’s one of Ink Theory’s big name graduates, having been top of her class in her university, and even having gone on several competitions overseas. She went around the same time as Taka, who was her senior and is the main inspiration for the formation of Ink Theory. She’s clearly the main Eralien of the band, though the rest of the band doesn’t seem to mind having to wear uniforms inspired by Hightide Era.

She’s mentioned to be nervous about her popularity in Ink Theory, despite looking self-assured otherwise. Considering she’s been in several competitions and has won a ton of awards, it’s a safe bet to say she’s not used to the lack of attention she’s getting as part of the band. Not that she seems to want to bother the others with it. She provides emotional support to the team (Yoko lucked out on that), so she doesn’t really intend to feel that way. Trying to be humble but failing internally or something along those lines.

Bibi

Bibi’s another academy graduate in the band, and plays the kazoo because apparently she’s so good she can just do that (and it works). Much attention is put on the fact she’s essentially “The Face” of the band. She’s closer to the public, the fans adore her enough to pull her in front of the camera, and they even call her Queen Bibi. Clearly someone who’s aware of her popularity and relishes in it (Yoko and Karen are in the corner right now, just pointing that out). She’s also implied to be from a wealthy background, as she’s a large spender who’s never much struggled financially. 

It’s never actually explained why she chose the kazoo over any other instrument for the band. Maybe she wants to show off a goofier side? Or maybe just regular show off? Food for thought.

Oonie

Now we return to one of the none-famous academy graduates. Oonie is stated to have parents who are famous musicians, possibly the classical kind, and who were strict with her upbringing. As a result she favored music genres of a different style before she eventually started appreciating classical again. Classic rebellious teenager case here, observing other genres as a form of rebellion and who only started appreciating classical music under her own terms. Her new outfit in Splatoon 3 outright supports it. Someone managed to find a pinterest picture a while back of someone in the exact same fit as her, it’s called Harajuku. Look up the word to learn more.

She’s also described as romantically inexperienced, and with a habit of falling for self-degrading people. She must be hunting for a relationship but keeps ending up with the self-deprecating type. I kinda have a theory on that, but I’ll save it for a headcanon post. And the final thing is the observation in the valentine’s day image that she’s ridiculously indecisive. She’s still staring at the menu after everyone else already has their orders. Also, she’s a Squid Squad fan, she’s got a charm of them on her bass case. Cute.

Kitamura

Kitamura has the shortest description, but I feel it tells plenty. Another not famous academy graduate, instead she’s highlighted as the mascot of the band. Everyone seems to know she’s cute and she’s fine taking advantage of that it seems. She’s mentioned to have a high singing voice, so she must sing, either casually or as part of the band and we just got unlucky in not getting any vocal music. Bummer. 

She’s stated to live on her own, but following a curfew. Outside of implying she’s independent and diligent, adulting on her own and following her own strict rules, it also implies that the rest of the band lives with other people. Possibly with families or other friends they have. She’s also a trend chaser, following whatever new fads she hears about. She does seem to have some set in stone tastes though. If we can believe the urchin in that one Octo Expansion chat image is her (the one about Pearl’s early metal days, there’s an urchin wearing bows on their hair. If so, that gives her artwork number 5), then she’s got a taste for punk/metal stuff. Her new outfit in Splatoon 3 supports that, being a flowery white shawl worn over a dress studded with spikes around the base. I love that fit so much.

And for her place in the Valentine’s day image, she’s about to eat an ice cream sundae the size of her own head. And Yoko’s looking at her with what I assume is concern. Small people eating big food is a trope you never get tired of.

Mayaya

The final big name graduate of the band. Well, just graduate, as unlike Karen and Bibi, they just say “musical academy” without the famous adjective. Maybe they left it out? Anyway, she at least impressed her professor enough that they recommended she start teaching music immediately after graduating. She likely showcased that potential in a way, maybe as a tutor for other students, and she also had a close enough relationship with said professor to willingly listen to that recommendation. As is clear with Ink Theory, she chose instead to go out and make her own music first, to develop her skills before she decides when she wants to become an instructor.

She’s a freelance percussionist. Ink Theory seems to be her main band, but she also performs with other ones. Like she said, she’s focusing on creating her own music first, so freelancing is a nice avenue in getting tons of experience in other genres.

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The first band is done. seven to go. Give me your thoughts if you have them, and criticisms too. Discussions are good for getting multiple perspectives after all. Especially if you all know something I don't.

#splatoon #splatbands #ink theory #yoko #karen #bibi #oonie #kitamura #mayaya #splatband analysis #my work #in case you're wondering' I just really like Oonie's name over Aachin

[itsror9]

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hi, the way this blog is formatted and the menu is written is so creative and fitting! i had a great time looking through it

may i request some fem reader w rocky? maybe him playing the violin or reciting poems in a public space to himself and reader is the only one to react (positively) so he immediately is struck in awe. please and thank you :)

Good evening, Anon!! First off, thank you very much for the compliment. Two things you should know, however...

This ended up over three thousand words long somehow. (For the record, it was gonna be a scenario.)

It's the cheesiest meet-cute I've ever written, so I advise you all to brace yourselves, folks-

That being said, enjoy!! <3

When you heard it, everything else quieted.

The thunder of cars bolting down a busy road, metal armor bobbing upon four wheels as they broke past and left smaugful clamor clashing against the monstrum business blocks, softened to but a distant skitter of shiny black bugs ambling self-importantly about. The cacophony of pedestrians, indiscernible faces in square suits and tasteful pastels spewing bits of language into one converging mess, each voice independent yet competing for dominance until they clawed at your eardrums and suffocated your thoughts now felt no graver than the meek rustle of forest foliage when coddled by the summer breeze; a humming chorus to a beautiful solist’s serenade, and when a bycicle trilled inches past normally skittish, city-dweller you it didn’t even occur to step aside as you were far too absorbed in the one delightful sound that made the greys of asphalt’s reign seem greyer and dulled even the most striking women’s daywear to sun-worn cleaning rags in comparison.

It was a melody the color of blue, matching his eyes.

You hadn’t a chance to admire them for long when you spotted him in the crowd. They drifted closed for long stretches of time as their owner’s features suggested a deep, gentle focus on the music, his whole being smoothing into the instrument. There was something bewitching about the violin, you found; seemed even its players could seldom resist its particular pull, fingers dancing across the strings as if possessed by magic. The rosined bow dipped to and fro in a hypnotic sequence that pulsed like the rise and ebb of the tides; sometimes the pace changed, slowed to but a meandering, peaceful ponderance before it flew from the threads of catgut like nimble sparks of lightning, with the ease and comfort of at least a thousand hours of practice.

Must’ve been a classical piece, if not improv; but for that far too complex. Vivaldi? Mozart? You hadn’t heard it before, so you couldn’t confirm, however it proved the enchanting stranger to be both talented and educated. He looked up from his divine craft to initiate eye contact with passersby and, yes, he had the bluest eyes indeed, seated under emphatic brows, and he gave a hopeful smile of such integrity to those undeserving strangers who walked past in indifference as if he’d been an smaug-borne ghost, a trick of the light invisible to all but yourself and when he turned in resignation and his gaze caught upon you, playing still, your breath hitched in your throat.

How long had you been gawking there, frozen on the sidewalk like a dimwit? Oh, no. He must have thought you such a creeper; a notion which you had to rectify, and rectify it quick. Puff your chest out, march up, tell him you liked his playing and leave a dime; you took off at once with this very plan in mind.

In doing so, you forgot you had stood on opposing sides of the road.

Heels clicked across hot concrete in a headlong hurry. You realized that the cars were still coming midway through when his eyes widened in horror and a spontaneous screech of tires replaced that joyous melody. You stumbled back, blinded by car polish and a pair of glaring headlights you profusely apologized to before skittering away from a second car in the right lane when it came to an angry halt likewise. Loud honks scolded you along your path whilst you yelled back sheepish sorries.

Well, talk about making an entrance.

As you reached the paved edge, a hand manifested to help you up on it.

“Are you alright, miss?”

And blue eyes. You felt yourself sink further into the road with the transient wish those cars had hit you after all, nonetheless took the offer and tottered along with the stranger’s help. He held bow and violin in his other hand, by the neck, and you narrowly avoided stepping on their rickety case with a meager amount of coins and a crumpled up bill inside.

Ah, right. He’d been busking, after all.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he reiterated, scanning you, and you realized you’d missed the previous question. “It’s hardly safe to cross this thoroughfare without looking both ways first, you know. You ought to try that next time.”

“I know, I know– I’m sorry. I’m fine.”

You weren’t. Not when this handsome vagabond with the most radiant blue oculars you’d ever seen and enough of a musical gift to put you in a trance kept observing you from such proximity whilst implicitly chiding you for being a tunnel-visioned idiot.

“Well, great news, then!” he grinned. Oh. That’s a lot of teeth, you noted with slightly raising eyebrows. “I doubt I’d have been able to sleep tonight had you met an undue fate under the stampede of these motorized beasts all for just trying to reach me.”

An odd penchant for metaphors, too. When you didn’t respond right away, he withdrew his gesturing hand in contemplation.

“You… were careening specifically my way, yes?”

“Yes!”

You snapped out of your appreciation for his endearingly boyish timbre and thereby commenced a frantic battle with your purse as you attempted to pry something from it.

“Right, I was heading this way– just give me a moment–”

He watched in intrigue as you counted something he couldn’t see under your breath, then produced the intended amount of what he identified to be cash and reached to hand it over to him, near breathless.

“I really loved your playing.”

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye yet hardly missed his astonishment when he conceived the sum.

“Miss, that’s ten dollars.”

“Yes,” you affirmed curtly. “What of it?”

“I can’t accept that.”

Hearing which, you did finally face him with a frown.

“You’re a very kind soul,” he asserted in a hurry, smile never faltering, “and I’m thoroughly humbled by your contribution, but I cannot rob a lady of her hard earned pay in good conscience for that frivolous noise–”

“It was beautiful noise,” you interjected with knitted brows, “I really did enjoy it, and you deserve much better audience than the pedestrians of some drab street corner who’ll never bother to pay your music the attention it deserves.”

You pointed curtly toward the flow of people. Some in turn spared you a glance, but then you blended into their scenery again like another pair of shop mannequins.

“So take it from a lady,” you enunciated, all but shoving the money in his chest, “and I sincerely hope you end up in a concert hall someday.”

You exhaled and waited. He stared at your extended hand, then you, then at your hand and back again and gorgeous as you found those gleaming sapphires you couldn’t for the life of you tell what he was thinking. Your arm muscles trembled, and you contemplated whether sparing yourself from the awkwardness of further playing statue might be worth giving up anyway.

Finally, he seized your wrist with both hands. He didn’t seem to notice your startlement as he was busy beaming at you bright enough to put celestial bodies to shame.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh…”

God forsake it, that smile alone was turning your heart into a fluffy, overripe dandelion inside your chest. If he kept up, you feared he might just blow it apart.

But you managed to tell.

“Well, miss…” he began, implementing your surname, and you would’ve bolted on pure instinct had you not taken root at your spot, “your generous praise is, by far and large, the most invaluable gift I could’ve received on this brilliant morning.”

You took a deep inhale, acutely aware of his touch tingling across your skin even though he meant nothing by it… you supposed.

“You have certainly made a lowly troubadour’s day with your gracious approbation,” he patted your knuckles, at the same time gently shoving your offer away. “You see, I could tell from the moment our gazes locked across the street that I would enjoy the pleasure of meeting someone positively extraordinary… right after she ambled through the active traffic. Call it a concise connection of kindred souls, if you will. You, miss, have proved yourself a true appreciator of the arts.”

When those blue eyes were holding yours hostage so intently, you almost did believe he could see into your very soul. You tried to brave it, however.

“Thank y–”

“Which is why this won’t be needed.”

You held the rejected money against your chest, where he had guided it.

“You’ll be better off forfeiting it to charity,” he suggested, “if aiding the honest predicaments of your fellow citizens in need is a cause dear to your heart. Like orphans! Those poor, unmothered things, always caught in the throes of some quintessential lack or other; surely they could put your benevolent funds to good use… that is, in case you are looking to make a charity. If you’re not interested in, erm, providing for the orphans, that’s still quite fine. You just seem to me the sort to care for children. But that doesn’t make it your obligation, of course, to feed the orphans… no one is about to force that duty upon you… in equally sound conscience I suppose you could just as well keep the money…”

He proceeded along his mildly morally concerned tangent, but any of it beyond the lip movements you ceased to process. Some convoluted cliché about personal indulgence over supporting the waifs of the world, you reckoned. In terms of lifting your spirits it achieved a ludicrous heap of nothing, and amidst your silent marinating in this strange and unexpected failure of your strange and unexpected encounter, you continued to clutch the bills to yourself.

You didn’t figure that may have looked like dismay on his end until he trailed off, fidgeting vaguely as he probed your expression. The warmth of his hands on yours still lingered.

“My attempt at a point is,” he resumed at a slower pace, “you’re awful generous, but to tell you the truth, I’m quite comfortably off without the help. I am employed, after all.”

“You are?”

Rude as it sounded to gape the question so, you hadn’t considered that possibility. He was… well, not badly dressed, but his clothes appeared worn and a tad oversized on his comically skinny limbs, granting him a ragamuffin sort of appearance.

Though you still found it quite charming.

“Sure am!” he grinned in earnest, and you’d soon come to accept that his face simply looked that way when he did. “This is only some nifty supplemental income for a craft I spend day and night honing anyway. Really, I play out here to preserve my associates’ peace of mind more than anything. The other day they got so peeved with all the melodic caterwauling my boss had to fetch a broomstick and chase me out into the great wide open after failing to quiet me down.”

A chuckle escaped you at the joke, and it’s like his eyes gleamed brighter.

“What can I say,” he admitted with a theatrical shrug, “a musician’s ichor pulses to the ever-flowing rhythm of higher realms beckoning. That can hardly be helped. When my eager heart doesn’t sing Apollo’s odes from the strings, it reaches for the lyre, however… but they don’t deal in stanzas and limericks on the job market in contemporary times.” He glanced off into the distance wistfully, as if envisioning an ideal future where they did. “Miss M, our aforementioned lady-in-charge, says it’s only since our customers can’t exactly do the Lindy Hop to recitativo verse form.”

“So that means you’re a poet?”

“Indeed!”

You hummed in acknowledgement. He gave his vest a proud little adjustment as part of the performance, not that it served to make him look any more presentable.

“Vivacious vicinal versificator,” he expatiated with a playful half-bow, “humble herald of numinous inspiration, eulogizing the beauties of this peculiar earthly life to the cobblestone and the stars for a passtime. Old Muddy Miss herself has proven to be my most faithful audience… and for lack of substantial competition, in her listening skills she remains unexcelled.”

“Not for long, I should hope.”

That made him pause. Your nerves struck you alert as you rushed to explain.

“That is, well, I would be curious to join said, um, audience… mayhaps… sometime. I mean– you have a fascinating vocabulary, sir, so I can only imagine…”

He listened on with perplexed blue eyes; you mentally smacked yourself for the honorific. No one so refreshingly unrefined as this overeager stray puppy of a man could even remotely qualify for a ‘sir’, and you were happy about that, because had you made so many social blunders with any other stranger in succession you would’ve craved death.

He took his sweet time providing a readable reaction, but when he did he laughed. Not with a mocking edge, as you had feared; the sound tinkled as melodically as his trusty violin.

“Oh, miss, you’re just a bundle of pleasant surprises.”

You came to chuckle along, too, a nervous smile stretching your lips. He took your hand again.

“I’d be delighted to deliver a private recital,” he dipped forward then paused, perhaps contemplating whether a kiss on the back of it would be appropriate, peering up at you in a bluest display of rapt attention that made your heart leap, “if that’s truly the case.”

You averted your eyes. The vague unease as if you’d given your name to a fae in a stroke of recklessness minutes prior melted into the bustle of sluggish, smoke-ridden traffic.

“So where is it that you work?” you switched the topic.

Attuned, he let go of your hand as if it had burned him, adjusting his hat like an excuse.

“Little Daisy Café,” he responded quickly, perpetual cheer intact. “It’s just an ambitious spit from here, actually, a few blocks down that way.” He pointed in the opposite direction from where you’d been headed. “Awful cute little gem of an establishment. Perhaps you’ve been to?”

“No, not that I recall.”

“Well, I can only recommend that you drop by. The pancakes are to die for.”

“And there’s live music?”

You both glanced at the violin, then back at each other. He gave you another grin that you couldn’t help but detect as somewhat complicit.

“Makes your early beverage taste all the sweeter.”

You let your eyes linger on one of the boutique windows in the background; a closed one under construction. The ample light struck it at an angle which obscured the debris-filled darkness and activity inside, flawless glass surface glimmering at front in gorgeous deceit. Its reflective sheen conjured an alluring vision; deep azure sky dotted with fringed, fluffy lamb-clouds.

Suppose you offered it.

“Well, if you won’t let yourself be tipped,” you sighed, putting your money away, “may I treat you to breakfast, at least? A plate of those fabled pancakes, even?”

Childlike delight flashed across his face before the metaphorical reins were pulled back with a frantic grip.

“Why, miss, you’re spoiling me,” he lamented, “but I really shouldn’t–”

“I was heading for the bakery myself,” you continued with a pacifying gesture, “but now with your recommendation in mind, I might as well try a treat from that ‘little gem’ of a café, no? You could show me the way there, and… I suppose I could listen to those stanzas of yours, if you’d be willing to share…”

The words intended to compose the rest of your reasoning kept tumbling from your grasp before you could string them together, and someone in the crowd of pedestrians laughed. A snooty, feminine laugh. He kept watching you and you only, however, engulfing you in that mysterious blue once again.

“…granted that is okay with you, of course.”

He began to smile like the sun itself and dove with startling momentum for the violin case.

“Why, it’d be most uncouth to refuse the benevolent offer of such lovely ladyship,” he concluded while packing away his instrument then slapped the lid over the case once finished, money withstanding, “and I don’t reckon I’ll make two more pennies to rub together this morning, so I’d be more than happy to escort you along.”

He grabbed the handle and sprung up, beaming at you with the energy of a couple additional suns before he got an idea and moved to offer his free arm toward you like the smoothest of gallants. Clearing his throat, to boot.

“Mademoiselle?”

You put a hand to your chest, accentuating the action with a playful once-over.

“Chivalrous,” you chuckled before locking his arm with your own. The two of you would set off this way not unlike lovers, which he stiffened at the realization of.

“Too much?” he questioned.

“No, it’s quite alright.”

The cracks in the sidewalk became very interesting all of a sudden, however. You could feel his skinniness and lack of musculature thus far only guessed through the rolled-sleeved shirt; not that you minded.

Must have not gotten treated to meals often.

“About that poetry,” he piped up a bit quieter than before, “granted you won’t tire of my voice ahead of time…”

“Don’t be silly.”

You gave him a look, then caught yourself.

“Well, alright,” he resigned with an evaluating pout when you turned away, “but, uh… unfortunately, most of my limbs are occupied. And the fervent gesticulation makes up half the performence.”

By that point, you found yourself believing him. You all but burst into laughter at the mental image.

“Maybe you can gesticulate it to me after the fact,” you quipped.

“…Fair enough.”

You reached a street corner together and turned it. From the corner of your eye, a young couple were teasing each other by a flower shop on the opposite side of the road with a posy gift of piquant red tulips, blushing and giggling. You matched the bouncing steps of the stranger you were intertwined with in newfound giddiness.

“Let’s see,” he pondered, scanning the rows of buildings in an absent-minded manner before his eyes lit up. “Right! As fortune would have it, there does happen to be one I’ve been itching to inflict on a willing pair of ears for the past week…”

He made a big show of clearing his throat before he began; you were eager to let the mesmerized flow that had brought you to him in the first place take you along, absorbing the dramatic inflection and animated spirit oozing from his entire complexion as he made the widest gestures he was capable of in his inhibited position nonetheless.

A stranger indeed…

“Wait!”

Before he could proceed with any experimental odes to clay and calicos, you cut him off. He turned to you right away, magic put on hold.

“I never caught your name.”

He glanced around in recollection before those notorious brows sprung up.

“I never passed it,” he exclaimed, bewildered, and wriggled from your hold haphazardly as he scrambled for his hat. “Oh, foolish I! Forgive me this horrendous discourtesy, milady, if you might find it in your heart.”

You simply observed him in amusement.

A zephyr swept along the length of the street, bringing where you stood a nectarine fragrance which, though delicate, transcended the heavy smoke and for a delightful moment let you smell nothing but itself. With his hat now off and held politely to his chest, the breeze ruffled his tousled hair as it did yours. His blue eyes shone in the urban grey like diamonds.

“The name is Rocky Rickaby.”

And when he said it, you already knew you wouldn’t tire of that voice anytime soon.

#{💌 mod rory 💌} #{fun fact!! I did a bit of research on how much ten dollars would've been worth back then} #{and I came out of it still not understanding how dollars work} #{anyway this is finally finished!! keep feeling like there's something weird or historically inaccurate here that I can't quite identify} #{if that's the case feel free to point it out to me!! I don't rlly write historical fiction like. ever} #{Lackadaisy fics sure are a challenge for that reason hahah} #{but I do love it} #lackadaisy #rocky rickaby #rocky lackadaisy #lackadaisy rocky #rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy x reader #reader insert

[sgiandubh]

Hola, gracias por tus post sensatos y divertidos. Comencé a ver OL en pandemia y llegué hasta aquí no hace mucho. Veo escrito de todo, cosas divertidas y cosas insanas...No importa, hay gente malvada en todas partes y tu eres sensata y educada. Gracias de nuevo. Ah! Creo que el duo protagonista de OL está junto desde hace mucho, veo fotos, no soy ciega. Y me da igual si tienen uno, dos o cinco niños. La pareja me encanta. Esto no es más que diversión, cierto? Y que sean felices. Gracias de nuevo. Besos.

Dear Hispanic Newbie Anon,

Como miembro honorario de la Mafia Shipper Hispana, déjame darte la bienvenida al rincón más soleado y ingenioso de este terrible fandom. Espero que te diviertas al menos tanto como nosotras y siempre eres bienvenida para enviarme tus pensamientos. Estoy muy, muy agradecida por tus amables palabras – ¡gracias!

And now, for the translation of your comment, which might bring some solace to our weariest sisters:

Hello and thank you for your no nonsense and fun posts. I started to watch OL during the pandemic and I just arrived in here. I see many things being written in here, some of them are funny and others are insane...But it doesn't matter, there are bad people just about everywhere and you sound sensible and educated. Thank you again. Ah! And I think the leads have been together for a long while: I see those pictures and I am not blind. And I don't really care if they have one, two or five children. I just love this couple and all this is supposed to be fun, isn't it? And I wish them well. Thank you again. Bye!

Oh, querida Anon - but they are very much a couple! And you are right: many of us think they've been juntos ever since the chemistry test. Despite just about anything you could possibly imagine... and then some more.

May I recommend some wonderful Hispanic Shippers you could read on the regular, in no particular order because they are all people I deeply care about? @bat-cat-reader, who is the pillar of this fandom and simply a spectacular human being, @cajon-desastre - a delicate, witty and discreet powerhouse, @malu1997 and @claraisabelcampohermoso - two of our best sleuths and generous human beings, the amazing @irunfraser and also @luckydogsgroove, whom I believe to be made only of love, @yacheshy - ironic extraordinaire and so, so many more. And then you have the Portuguese & Brazilian Gang - Mordor, beware, that is a juggernaut! And the Anglo-Saxon behemoth. The acid and witty French. The cut through all that crap Australians. And of course, we - those Eastern Europeans some people say never smile (that is a pious lie!). And if I forgot anybody, please slap me.

You will also read many, many different opinions about the number of children they have. It is not something I chose to discuss, but I am happy for them and so is everyone in here. Because love always finds a way: I happen to know it for sure.

#anon #fandom

[kikyan]

Yandere Scarabia Headcanons

TW/CW: Dark content up ahead!! Yandere specifically!! Themes will include yandere, possessiveness, violence towards reader, manipulation, mentions of stalking, and obsession! Proceed with caution!!

DISCLAIMER: These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY  be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision!

Banner made by @herestrish​ pls don’t steal!! Also huge thanks to my friend, Verizhe, for helping me with these headcanons and tbh for proofreading my other stuff they’re such a huge help! 

Kalim Al-Asim 

Luckily, I’m updating more and more so this blog doesn’t die. Okiedoki, time for Kalim headcanons! Kalim was always a character I liked and hated. Like I loved his bubbly personality but at the same time I just knew his over-positive and enthusiastic personality was going to be annoying to some. His personality is also the same when it comes to you and your relationship. That aside, his traits would be over-protective, clingy, possessive, and manipulative. 

To keep it really simple, all these traits revolve around one thing and one thing only, his bubbly personality. He’s easy to befriend as he’s actively there to educate you on his culture and their customs, always there to lend a helping hand and just overall keep the party going. Those puppy dog eyes that you just can’t say no to them. To say the least, he’s very clingy. His S/O is someone who he can get along with, which is almost everyone. Someone he can get behind and support their ideals and morals. Someone ‘good’, it’s a very bland description but it’s one that makes sense. He’s clingy because he loves to be around you! If he sees you around the hallway, expect him to forget everything just to run up and greet you. Sometimes even ditching his previous task just to help you with yours or just spend time. When having lunch, expect to see Kalim offering you a spot at his table or inviting himself to yours. If you happen to fail a subject that Kalim excels in, he’ll happily offer to tutor you! Same with if you both fail a subject, it’s okay because Jamil can tutor both of you! I often describe overly clingy people like gum stuck at the bottom of your shoe but it’s different with Kalim because you want to get rid of the gum. With Kalim, you just can’t bring yourself to turn him down. Bringing us to my next point! 

Manipulative. By no means do I want to infantilize Kalim because he’s 17. He knows what he’s doing. Using his bubbly personality, how could you ever turn him down? He’s a great housewarden! Kind, reliable, jump head-on in front of danger to protect you, etc. You get the picture, which is why Kalim would use his reputation to get you to be with him. It starts off small, inviting you out to dinner, a study session, etc. His puppy dog eyes and his please make it so hard to turn him down you feel like you HAVE to say yes. At first, it’s small and something you can easily get out of when needed. “Sorry, I have a club!” or “Sorry, I promised Grim I would help him study with the gang.” At first yeah, but at some point, Kalim started to fight back. “It’s okay, [Reader]. Maybe next time you won’t be so busy!” and “You’re always busy, I’m sorry to bother you.” It doesn’t sound too harmful, right? It’s not, but he says it in front of people. Rumors spread and murmurs get to you, “Rejecting Kalim again?” and “Poor Kalim, he must have spent all day planning this…”. It’s not just your attention he craves, he craves your attention and praise. He’ll buy you expensive jewelry and trinkets. At first, you accept because a small gift for helping him study isn’t too spontaneous. Then the gifts keep coming and their value keeps multiplying. Rejecting them doesn’t work because then Kalim gets sad. “Oh, you wanted something better? Why didn’t you say so! I’ll find something double, no triple its value! Of course, you’d never want something so basic!” He says it in such a cheerful tone that to everyone it’s just playful Kalim but that doesn’t stop the stares and glares you get from the other dorm members. They call you an ungrateful bitch and how you’re using Kalim. They may even intervene and tell Kalim that you’re just using him, but he’ll defend you to the end. 

“Can you believe it, [Reader]? Someone said you were using me for my gifts but that’s not true!” Quite frankly, in this case, you’d be painted as the villain. He’s very overprotective and possessive of you. After all, you’re his lovely S/O! He loves to spoil you and spend time with you, even if you want to or not. He of course loves you and wants you to have friends so I don’t think he’d isolate you, but he does want them to know you belong to him. What better way than marriage?! Don’t be surprised when Kalim asks for your hand in marriage, of course, it’ll wait till after graduation but regardless! He may enlist the help of Jamil, who has no other choice but to help him. Despite being against it, he goes with it. Thinking you could confide in him, he convinces you to go along. You have no magic and no understanding of how this world works. What if you can’t find a way back home? If that's the case, why not stay with Kalim? Not only do you get his name but untold riches! Way better than your life back home, no? Not to mention, you’re powerless here. Kalim and his family name can grant you protection. I doubt Crowley would let you live here at the dorms past your life here at NRC. Being with Kalim is like a dream come true! You’d be wise to accept. Jamil always did look at things on the more logical side, a solution that benefits both parties. Kalim gets you and you get his protection. You can expect him to stand up for you when things get rough. If anyone chooses to pick on you, he’s right there to defend you. 

On a scale, he’s a 5/10. I don’t think he’d harm you physically or do anything against you, but he’s such a manipulator. His words are soft and lovely. You melt like butter when he tells you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. It’s true, under his love you’ll be protected and his love is so sugary sweet. Just like sugar, too much is bad for you and overbearing, his love is suffocating. You’ll live a lavish life at the cost of your privacy and your attention. Keep your eyes on him, yeah? 

Jamil Viper 

Alright, let’s get into this man’s life. Jamil. Dear lord, his traits are overprotective, possessive, manipulative, and obsessive. How did I reach that conclusion? Well, let’s dive into Jamil’s life. Honestly, he never interested me as much until we got to book 4, I genuinely believed him for a second with the whole Kalim situation but then I realized, shit. He got me. Jamil is a character to whom I want to introduce a new scale, one that I thought of using for a while but I guess never got to use it. Revealing that at the end! 

Okay so, I want to start off with a trait and then get my point across smoothly. So, starting off strong, Jamil is possessive. His possessiveness stems from his fear of losing you to someone better than him, like Kalim. In book 4 we’re introduced to Kalim’s and Jamil’s relationship. One of a master and a servant, as much as Kalim doesn’t treat Jamil like that, it doesn’t change the fact that that's how it is. Jamil was born into a servant family and Kalim into their masters. He has had to be their food tester, has had to prepare the food to avoid someone poising it, shit he probably has taken a bullet for him at some point. If not now, maybe in the future but that’s the way it is. He’s there to serve, granted he can also live a life of his own, but it’s not really living if he has to hold back to let Kalim live more comfortably. Jamil wants to show his abilities, he wants time in the spotlight that he has to, unfortunately, give up to Kalim. This is why I see him as possessive, his S/O is HIS. Just his, a little indulgence if you will. His little secret. Kalim can have any and everything, just not you. If Kalim ever were to take an interest in you, god forbid, Jamil would be quick to guide Kalim away. 

“No, you don’t want them! Your family is very high up, they won’t settle for [Reader]. It’s better to pick someone better, trust me Kalim.” Maybe even slander you? “[Reader] can’t cook, besides they’re an outsider. Your parents would never approve of someone so useless and mysterious.” He’d even try to get him into an arranged marriage so that he can’t get to you. Yeah, he’s that possessive. Which ties in with his obsession. However, you manage to catch his eye, he’s hooked. He is constantly observing you, gathering what information he can on you, and seeing what you like and dislike. He’s not stalking you as you may think, but the information he gathers on you is scary. If anything, it’s to be a better partner. He knows what you enjoy so you can talk about your hobbies and interests, he knows what meals you like so expect him to make them often. He knows what makes you tick, and how to get under your skin but he also knows what you support and seek in someone. He knows things about you that you’ve never revealed and he claims you’ve said before and just forgot. 

Manipulative. He can and will gaslight you. Try his hardest to make you see his side of the story. He’s not above using his ability to make you listen to him. He rather uses it as a last resort, but if he needs to, it’s there. Unlike Kalim, he will isolate. You start losing friends. He’ll end up taking too much of the time that eventually you start turning down invitations and start spending time with him. You’re slowly losing your friends and actively choosing to seek out Jamil now. That’s what he wants, while yes he played a part in it he managed to shift all blame to you. Yeah, he asked you out at first but now YOU’RE the one seeking him out. Not him. All is according to plan. Aside from isolating you, he’ll do what he can to make you keep your attention on him. Look at him. Speak to him only. Love him and nobody else. Stay with him forever. You start seeking him out and that’s when he knows he’s won. He’s so overprotective, constantly looking after you. He has a tight schedule that you follow, it’s for your benefit he says. Eventually, your life starts to be dictated by him. I want to say that after a while, he trusts you around Kalim. You can assist him in his duties and you can lighten his load. You can help him study, you can run errands, can watch over him, etc. At some point, he’ll let the power dynamic get to him and have you do impossible tasks. His relationship with Kalim is the same as yours, except he's the master and you’re the servant. He does love you, but he sometimes lets it slip. He just enjoys the roles being reversed for a bit. 

What's the scale change I want to make? It’s rope, chain, and saw. The rope is soft, their control over you is minimal and it’s usually held with rope. A knot that isn’t too secure but can come undone. The chain is a little bit stricter, there is a key to remove but it’s usually only given after you’ve made them happy for a while. The saw is that these crazy ass mfs took your leg babes, they sawed that bitch off!! Their control is so strong they clipped your wings, and you’re not leaving. So why is this relevant, well. . .I see Jamil using that as a last resort. We jumped a couple of chapters so let me start at the beginning. If you like Vocaloid, there is this song called ‘purgatory and the canary girl’, and honestly, that's how I see your relationship with Jamil. I feel like you’re a doll, a bird in a cage for his viewing pleasure only. You’re not something that he has to give to Kalim or the Asims. You’re his. His to control, his to enjoy, his to exploit, his to love, etc. This is something he can have. He hates being second. He hates having to give up his well-deserved spotlight because his status says he can’t have it. He hates it, he loathes it but it’s okay. He’s willing to give it all up, as long as he can keep you. So like a caged bird, he’s not letting you see anyone. You’re not interacting with anyone aside from him and the people he lets near. If you escape him, yeah he’d probably be one of the few who are willing to look for permanent solutions to make you stay. So yes, he might cut your leg(s) off to ensure you don’t leave him. 

His scaling aside from the saw is a 9/10. Man is committed to doing anything as long as you gaze at him only. Would he take your eyes? Now I’m getting sidetracked but no because I see him as someone who still wants you to look at him. However, if the cage isn’t enough he’s willing to clip a few wings to get you to depend on and rely on him entirely. He’s dangerous because he’s not above certain limits, he’s fine with keeping you as you are. 

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[kittyprincessofcats]

Please share this everywhere, especially among German speakers!

Famous German comedian Kaya Yanar released a video where he debunks many of Israel's lies and several pro-Israel talking points over the last few months, dressing the whole thing up as a comedic news parody and ending the video with a heartfelt message demanding an immediate ceasefire in Gaza.

And holy shit, I respect him so much for this! Everything our media didn't show, everything I've been waiting for someone to publically say - he summed it all up in one video with credible sources and everything.

This is also insanely brave because (if I'm not mistaken) this makes him the first German celebrity to speak out in support of Palestine and demand a ceasefire. No one else with this big a platform has had the guts so far.

I was waiting for someone, anyone, to finally do this. Our news shows have been doing nothing but completely blindly parroting Israel's propaganda (seriously, if you think the BBC or CNN are biased, you've seen nothing yet, the BBC at least did stuff like debunking the IDF's Al-Shifa video - all the German Tagesschau did was saying "the IDF released a video with supposed proof" and leaving it at that). Even German political satire shows that are usually very critical of our government ALL basically only said "We don't understand this conflict, so we won't comment - and if we don't understand it then neither do you, so be quiet. Also, if you critisize Israel you're antisemitic for sure. Have we called Greta Thunberg a Hamas-supporter yet?"

In times when solidarity with Palestine is being criminalized in Germany and Austria (not sure what it's like in Switzerland where Kaya lives now, but I imagine not much better), when talking about it is seen as a taboo, when our media and politicians keep omitting facts and spreading lies - in that climate what Kaya did here is so very brave. He knew what he's risking (one of the first clips in the video after he announces what he'll be talking about is a clip of someone saying "Your life as you know it is over").

Thank you Kaya for being on the right side of history, thank you for educating people about what's going on, thank you for being brave enough to do the right thing.

Please share this video, especially among German-speaking people, because they really ALL need to see this.

#Germany #Palestine #Kaya Yanar #Free Palestine #Palestinian genocide #Israel #Youtube #Austria #Switzerland

[yandereloversblog]

Hey I just wanted to say I love your bonten yandere headcannon,so I was wondering if you could do a headcannon for Manjiro Mikey sano aka “Mikey,” Haruchiyo Sanzu,Ran Haitiani,Rindou Haitiani, Takashi Mitsuya? 

About reader having a learning disability,and being hearing impaired? Reader wears hearing aides in both ear and she does have a bit of speech difficulty however for the most part she can talk normally. 

Reader may not be vary intelligence and is almost alway clumsy.Despite all that, She have such a lovely vibrant personality who is sweet, and thoughtful,caring person, that enjoy the simple things in life. Like Reader just love life.

•Like would they her love despite all of her flaws? 

• What they think of her lack intelligence or her personality? 

• What do they think of her enjoy the simple things in life and just loving life in general?

• What would they think of her learning disability,and being hearing impaired on top of that?

• Would they be vary protective of her?

• would they adore her clumsiness? 

I just feel really awful about my insecure for having a Learning disability and being hearing impaired. I would like some comfort knowing despite my flaws I too can be love for who I’m and no one would judge me or get really frustrated with me. If you can’t answer any of them,I completely understand. You can ignore this ask/request. 

Fluffykins ~🦻🦖🦕🧸

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Ignoring the whole yandere thing, I do know you're an amazing person, even if you have all these just know you're still very lovely and very strong <33 we all learn at our own pace so I know you're doing amazing as long as you try 💕💕 Imma do Kanto Mikey, Sanzu, Rin and Ran if you don't mind :) also because that would be too many borders so I just added the Kanto one- Also, this was brought to you by how long this has been in my inbox and Rindou and Mitsuya being green flags, thank you TT

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Mikey was probably bloody after a fight and walking around to get a moment to himself.

Only to run into you, you giving him a confused smile before handing some of the flowers you were picking to him, telling Mikey it was cuz he looked pretty with them.

Would've been a lot less strange if it wasn't the middle of the night.

Mikey didn't say anything, he didn't even say thank you for the flowers and just stared as you walked away while happily humming -he did follow you home to make sure you didn't run into any assholes-

Next thing he knows he's rummaging through your files a few days later after having someone spy on you.

The flowers you gave him on a vase somewhere close by.

"Such a sweetheart... I wanna have them..."

Well it wasn't hard to achieve that-

You didn't even mind or notice when Mikey became a part of your everyday life.

Your happy and loving personality basically contrasts Mikey's. But he doesn't mind one bit, he loves how you're so sweet to him.

Even when he clearly told you he's in a biker gang you just accepted it. Mikey doesn't know if you understand the meaning of it or not but he won't spell it out for you because he's very pleased you're not trying to run away.

If you're pursuing an education he will literally have a one on one with all of your teachers in an alleyway so they could pass you.

Or better yet, forget everything; school, family, friends and just move in with Mikey. Now Mikey wouldn't want to force you because you've never tugged at his insanity strings but he will suggest it a lot.

Adding to that, whenever Mikey talks to you he leans real close and speaks in such a soft voice but he's close enough so you can hear him.

"Yes you heard correctly, I love you~ You love me too right? Of course you do~"

You're basically Mikey's doll that he keeps under lock and key... Metaphorically... For now.

Knowing your clumsy nature, Mikey is always there to catch you before you fall, if he's not there his men are on a top mission to make sure you never get hurt or targeted by another gang.

At this point Mikey doesn't even care about the world and could just sit down and listen to you talk for hours, even if you stumble on your words a bit he can't help but smile when you have your attention on him.

Maybe because you don't look at him like he's a monster -even if he considers himself one-

This Mikey doesn't talk often, but when he does he mentions about how he'll propose to you one day and the two of you will get married.

Nobody is allowed to insult you or degrade you in any way, even if it's his own men- ESPECIALLY if it's his gang. They know to keep their mouth shut and treat you with the same respect as they treat Mikey.

Everyone knows Mikey will punch a bitch to the stratosphere if they dare raise their voice at you.

Super protective and always holding your hand to make sure you don't wander off.

You're always left confused because a lot of times Mikey doesn't bother to explain things.

Then again he might lie just to keep you happy and clinging onto him.

Mikey always greets you with a tight and big hug, no matter if he saw you just a few hours ago, whenever you're not there with him he always fears you'll get hurt and die.

"Hey darling, I missed you... You missed me too?... God I love you so much... Never leave me okay?"

You wanted something? It was yours. You wanted to do something specific? Mikey was always there near you to make sure it happened.

Mikey WILL do anything to make sure you stay the same as you are, although he might isolate you from others to be your number 1.

Mikey is just content with you being happy and near him... Although if you get too close to someone else they will die... Then again, Mikey never blames you because of your intelligence and personality, you'd never dare hurt him or leave him.

"[Y/N], always stay close to me okay? There are a lot of dangrous people here... If you want to go to the park we'll go later, just wait until my men clear out the area."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

Now in contrast to Mikey, Kanto Sanzu isn't that soft- but he IS a lot more manipulative. Yet unlike Bonten Sanzu's manipulation, Kanto Sanzu just goes full on delusional.

You made the mistake of handing him a handkerchief in worry when he was dripping blood after slashing someone to pieces. Blood that clearly wasn't his. He even had his katana with him to explain the story but you didn't catch that.

Watch Sanzu one day show up to your house and give you your handkerchief after washing it.

Then you just thank him with a happy smile and give him wishes to get well fast.

Sanzu is confused; weren't you weirded out or going to ask how he knew your address???

"What the fuck am I getting myself into? I should stop..."

Next time Sanzu showed up he was full of wounds and bruises, he made sure to show up when nobody else was home.

Again, he wasn't injured that badly -and they were self inflicted-, you pulled him in to treat him and much to Sanzu's surprise you were actually skilled with this.

You confessed it was because you were a little clumsy and got hurt a lot.

Sanzu immediately got super protective after that, evrytime you got hurt he did scold you but always made sure to patch you up too so you can start leaning on him.

From then on Sanzu came to your house or apartment every now and then, except this time with his favorite cheesecake or sweets from Cozy Corner and the two of you share.

A lot of the times he feeds you and always cleans you up when your face gets dirty.

Your house is basically his house.

-He lowkey told Mikey about you as if almost asking for permission to date, and Mikey who couldn't give less fucks allowed him, now it's gotten worse-

"[Y/N], I can visit whenever I want, right cutie?~ Thought so~ actually can I stay over? Hmmm... Since we're so close how about you move in with me instead?~"

Sanzu adored the fact he easily became a very important person in your life because you let him.

Not that he was patient, obviously he wasn't. Neither was he kind, far from it.

Instead Sanzu didn't let you do anything.

Sure he loved it when you cuddled him, gave him kisses and then like a good doll accepted to date him.

Sanzu never lets you know too much, keeping you in a personal bubble of your own where you happily resided and outside of reach from everyone else.

Sanzu never told you anything, he just simply let you exist in all your lovely glory and he was OBSESSED about it.

Obsessed with how you never question him too much about the wounds and the blood, just telling him to be careful instead. Obsessed with how you start to lean more on him when he tells you to.

He was obsessed up to the point of worshipping, you just had to be there and Sanzu was content.

With Mikey, you're left confused. With Sanzu you're clueless because he never tells you anything.

"Ahhh [Y/N]~ Were you good today while I was away? Oh who am I kidding, of course you were~"

Let me rip the bandaid off; you're an easy target for Sanzu and he will use your disabilities in his favor so he can trap you.

Might take a few jabs at you but if someone else does he literally kills them without hesitation.

He never lets you out of the house unless he's there to accompany you out, not that he's ashamed of anything, far from it; nobody is worthy enough to linger in your presence for too long.

Kanto Sanzu is soft when it comes to you, but his manipulative and worshipping nature makes sure you always stay by him.

Luckily for you both you were too happy to care.

"Hey doll~ guess what surprise I have for you tonight? That's right, we're going out! I know I keep you locked in the house for too long sometimes but you understand right? It's because I love you too much~"

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

It doesn't take much to gain Kanto Ran's attention, although it was hard to keep it on you.

And you grabbed Ran's attention, by his opinion, on the cutest way possible.

Ran caught you staring at him when he was out one day and then you happily smiled and complimented his hair, asking if you could braid it.

Rindou still to this day doesn't know what got over Ran but Ran accepted, maybe it was your smile that lacked the malice they were used to.

You weren't very fast but Ran adored how gentle you were about it.

"You're such a pretty little thing~ what's your name sweetheart?... [Y/N]? How adorable~"

Kanto Ran; ever so patient and sweet with his darling when they behave. Sure maybe a little manipulative but it was never to do something bad to you.

He loved showing you off, always dressing you up to match him, even giving you collars with his initials and best part is; you never complained and loved all the gifts he sent.

Yet what Ran adored most was how you gave him handmade adorable gifts back. He still had them saved to this day.

When you don't understand something, unless it paints him in a bad light, Ran will make sure to explain it to you until you do, answering all your questions with a pleased smile; but he does ask for kisses in response to helping you.

First time he did it you gave him sweet cheek kisses and actually left him speechless.

"Darling... My sweet little doll... Love of my life... You're mine now okay? Head to toe, mine."

Seeing your confused expression after that Ran just said the two of you were dating and you accepted.

Unlike Mikey, Ran does let you get hurt, but he also patches you up and makes sure to be a shoulder you can lean on.

Luckily for you, he keeps you away from the bad business because of your personality- and lack of intelligence, Ran doesn't want you running into any assholes and following them around like you did with him.

Ran does want you to be as helpless as you can so you can lean on him, especially considering your loving personality.

He'd rather die than have you look at someone else with such an adoring gaze.

... Actually he'll kill them instead... Yeah that fits.

If you have friends and family? Well, say goodbye to them because Ran will make it his mission to separate you from everyone so you just have him.

Deep down Ran is super protective over you, always takes the chance to keep you locked up in the house. Unless you want to go out, then of course he'll give into your wishes.

"Hey sweetheart, how about we go out tonight too? Your friends?... It's okay if you skip just once or twice, they don't care about you as much as I do, you know that right?~... Good doll~ I'll come pick you up right now."

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou, unlike Ran, is a lot harder to approach. Mostly because he lives in denial and doesn't want to accept he's grown obsessed with someone.

Yet here he was, basically stalking you.

You probably visit the same places as he does and Rindou just kept staring at you until he finally realized he was stalking you.

Man just tried to be smooth and carefully bumped into you one day acting like it was a coincidence.

Then he kept bumping into you during other places, one day Rindou just confessed you should go on a date because you were always with each other at this point

And you fell for it! -he was so happy you fell for it, Ran wouldn't stop laughing at him if he messed this up-

"R-really!? I mean... Sure..."

Now he doesn't have to kidnap you or blackmail you into a relationship.

You were a breath of fresh air from his life in the gang.

Luckily for Rin's -terrible- stalking skills he knew a lot about you already.

And he felt like some prince in shining armor whenever he saved you just as you were about to fall or hit a pole.

Rindou would like to keep you away from his dark life but at some point he'll just decide fuck it and tell you.

When you don't insult him and leave Rindou is so relieved, he just hugged you and gave you so many kisses.

Only you and Ran gets to see this lovey dovey side of Rindou because in public Rin actually acts like a bodyguard that's super protective, anything that breaths in your direction is a threat, let alone people who stare at you with annoyance or god forbid like they want you.

"No darling, that's not spelled like that... The fuck are you looking at? Do you want to die? Quit looking at my darling before I rip your eyes out."

Rindou can go from 0 to 100 when it comes to you because he's super protective.

Especially considering how your personality is.

With Rindou, just like with Mikey, you're left confused more than anything.

Rindou is the boyfriend to sometimes take playful jabs and tease you about it until someone else does, then that person is probably getting knocked out.

After people flirt with you or insult you Rindou will make sure to lock you up in his house because of it.

No he can't stand people looking at you, the world is too dangrous for his sweet doll so he'll do something about it.

Rindou isn't all that patient like Ran is, but he can be just as manipulative and even takes it a step further so he can kidnap you and have you with him 24/7, keeping you safe and protected.

You'll agree to it right? Of course you will! Nobody cares about you as much as Rindou does.

He lowkey enjoys your tears but didn't want you to cry because you were sad.

"Shhh it's okay sweetheart, stop crying, I'm here to help you. I care about you too much to let you get hurt, so until it's safe you'll stay with me okay?~"

-> 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚

Mitsuya being the only one which you have a normal meet up with.

You might've tripped and had your stuff fall to the ground and Mitsuya, the ever good guy helps you pick them up.

Then he patches up your wounded knee and you give him such a bright and happy smile.

He's left dumbstruck and next thing he knows he always visits that spot in hopes to meet you again.

Mitsuya learning you're a creature of habit because you do... And you trip today as well. Luckily he caught you this time.

A little heartbroken you don't remember him but that's fine, because he'll never leave you alone again.

"How about I help you?... You're [Y/N]? Such a lovely name fits you well~"

Also a patient one who would listen to everything you have to say even if you struggle with it. Always helping you and answering your questions until you understand.

Mitsuya always has a hand holding yours or an arm around your waist.

Physically affectionate since you let him and is always soft spoken.

Man designs so many outfits for you and dresses you up in these lovely clothes to match your lovely personality.

Whenever you do something and you show Mitsuya he'll always praise you. Even if you have mistake he'll gently explain on how to solve them.

"And you do it like this, now go ahead and try it yourself sweetheart... Good~ Good job! I'm so proud of you darling~"

Why WOULDN'T you fall for Mitsuya when he's such a sweetheart.

And that's exactly what he wants. Mitsuya will make sure you always come to him to get praise, or to expect an honest reply.

He'll isolate you from everyone and even if you ignore them sometimes the harsh words from strangers or classmates/work acquaintances are too much.

But never fear, Mitsuya is always there to help and be the shoulder you can lean on.

He'll worm himself into your heart so deeply to make sure you won't be able to enjoy life without him there.

All the other Kanto guys want to keep you pure and happy because it's like an alternative person making their way into this cruel world, only to manipulate you into being locked up with them because they're too scared you'll leave.

Mitsuya let's you be free but leaves you broken enough so you won't be able to function without him in this dangrous world. He does not have the luxury of kidnapping you -until later on- like they do, so he has to resort to longer methods and lightly breaking you.

Of course whoever hurts you, even under Mitsuya's manipulation, need to be removed.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing to be scared about. I'm sure your friend knows the mistake they made so it's okay to call them... Oh they're not answering the phone? How strange. But that's okay, how about you stay with me instead~"

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere sanzu haruchiyo #yandere sanzu #yandere ran haitani #yandere rindou haitani #yandere mitsuya #yandere takashi mitsuya

[astraystayyh]

if i may add something….

here is a master post of a bunch of crimes committed by israel against palestine from around 1912 to 2020 + verified sources (and there are even more crimes committed not mentioned in here)

furthermore anon, i urge you to watch the movie “born in gaza” on netflix. and “farha”. both of these movies capture the life of palestinians under the israeli aggression, cruelty and occupation.

i would also suggest you watch the documentary on al-nakba by al jazeera. here is an article on the brief history of the nakba as well

here is another very helpful video on the history of the land of palestine (it’s in arabic but it had eng subtitles and there are a wide range of resources used including israeli resources). highly recommend watching this.

thank youuu ti!!! good resources for us to educate ourselves, by learning more we can speak up better about palestine! don't forget that silence is complicity

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza

[amazinglyegg]

hi! Following seeing some of your posts and the art by typosandtea, I was wondering what your lore/ hcs for Cutler are! I LOVE your design for him

also just came to say I think you’re awesome :) have a great day

Thank you so much!! Your headcanons on Cutler have been amazing as well, I'm so glad this character that gets like, two lines of dialogue about him is getting recognized by the fandom (as he DESERVES!)

Headcanons about Cutler

Cutler had his eyes on the cute scrap seller in Rivet City for a while, and their first real interaction was him trying to flirt.

Danse, being on the aroace spectrum (maybe demisexual?) and extremely oblivious, never realized this fact. He assumed Cutler was just trying to haggle for a lower price.

Cutler never bought anything though. Instead he would ask about the original uses of all the pre-war items Danse had in stock and watched as Danse's face lit up. He loved to listen to him ramble about things he was passionate about.

He asked Danse out for a meal one evening and Danse, hungry and poor, was happy with the free food. Danse never quite picked up on Cutler's crush, but Cutler took it in stride anyway - he was a very carefree guy who was perfectly fine with making a new friend.

Danse and Cutler were basically opposites. Cutler was always impulsive and chaotic, big golden retriever energy, and Danse was much more reserved and anxious when he was younger.

They balanced each other out well, Danse could reel Cutler's chaos in and Cutler taught Danse to loosen up a little. They got into trouble sometimes, but never anything too serious.

I also imagine Cutler to be a bit of a nomad. He had a sister at home he'd send mail to regularly, but other than that he was always moving and exploring the wasteland without a specific goal in mind, only staying at places for a few months at a time before moving on.

So of course he was hyped about the Brotherhood recruiting. Free food, clothing, shelter, and education! And once he got bored he'd just dip and find a new place to call home like he always has.

He probably would have left the Brotherhood long before his scouting op if it wasn't for Danse, honestly.

His opinion of Danse was a complicated one. Depsite not usually becoming attached to friends or lovers, he had this urge to keep Danse safe and watch him succeed in life. Danse was such a strange guy with such a complicated mind it was like watching a bug under a microscope... and his crush on him really didn't help.

By the time he realized just how deep of a hole he dug himself into it was too late to back out and go back to his nomad life. Not that he minded, he was more than happy following Danse to wherever he wanted to go.

At a certain point they both knew they loved each other, but nothing was ever said. It really wasn't important to either of them to label their relationship or have some sort of big admission of love. They just silently knew they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The last time they saw each other was when Cutler was leaving on his mission. He waved through the window of the vertibird and Danse, not wanting to break protocol, kept a steady salute and didn't wave back. They really thought they were going to see each other again.

As for physical features

Danse struggles with a bit of face blindness, so he tends to look for concrete features like hair, markings, or clothing to identify people. Cutler of course mirrored this perfectly by being very noticable in terms of appearance.

Blonde hair, green eyes. A burn scar going down his face and to his shoulder. Cheap jewelery with a fake gold chain necklace. And, despite how cold it probably was in rivet city, he always wore a white tank top. He was a very memorable guy and didn't change his outfits often!

When Cutler died he still had his dogtags and chains around his neck, almost tight enough it was constricting blood flow. This sticks with Danse for a long time and plays a bit into my fic Danse and Uncertainty where he gets all emotional seeing a feral with a sundress on. It reminds him that all these monsters were once human, and potentially once someone's friend.

I don't quite have a story in mind for his burn scar, but given how he spent a big chunk of his life moving around it's not surprising he had some scars. He was never self conscious of them and loved showing them off and telling the stories, even if he had to stretch the truth a bit to make them more interesting.

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #cutler #headcanons #fallout 4 companions

[adastrafanfic]

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Ad Astra News - 6/11 - 6/17

State of the Archive

Our archive’s header has been updated thanks to enabling by @solarisone. >.>  I don’t know anything about that.

In more serious news, we’ve had an incredibly busy week!  As you can see below, we’ve had a lot of new people join us, bringing over stories to archive.  We’ve had some new faces on our chat server starting with a D, too!  I’ve added some community resources under the Community Toolbox FAQ.  If you’re planning on joining us, please read the tagging/posting FAQs/Rules, as we are very much not AO3 about that.

All in all, the archive is running well.  I’ve got kudos up and working correctly, finally, and while we still have some minor annoyances (the times/dates populating incorrectly on dashboards or browsing pages), everything’s running stable right now and should continue to indefinitely.

There is still a Review Hunt going on until the end of the month: A chance to win art or cash!  Right now, Gibraltar and DavidFalkayn are the only participants, come give them a run for the money!

Weekly Challenge #9 - Juneteenth

Our writing challenge this week is in honor of Juneteenth and is therefore the celebration of Black Star Trek characters.  So, write a piece between 100 and 700 words in honor of the holiday and the amazing Black characters we’ve gotten from Trek over the decades and add it to our archive collection!

Author Interview with @daraoakwise

Come and get to know our first victim interviewee, @daraoakwise​, who currently writes in the AOS universe and has lots of interesting insight to share!

Stories Archived

Star Trek: Discovery

By @starryeyes2000

That Night in the Cave - T - Chris Pike & Sylvia Tilly, Saru/OFC, Ensemble

By TUNiU

Crazy-Assed Cosmonaut - Unrated - James T. Kirk/Spock, Michael Burnham, xover with TOS 🔒 There are Many Benefits to Being a Tardigrade Scientist - Unrated - Paul Stamets, Sylvia Tilly 🔒 The Water Bear Equation - Unrated - Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets, Sylvia Tilly 🔒 The Mountain of Diamond Remix - T - Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets, Michael Burnham 🔒

Star Trek: The Original Series

By @merfilly

Double Impediments - G - Number One Discovering Boldly - G - James T. Kirk/Spock Names Memories - G - Ael i-Mhiessan t'Rllaillieu The Right Answer - G - Amanda Grayson, Sarek Logical Choice - G - Saavik Two Lies and a Truth - G - Spock, Leonard “Bones” McCoy Honors in Family - G - Zar, Spock, Saavik Contemplations, Eons Apart - G - Zar, Spock, James T. Kirk Wandering Path - G - Saavik/Spock Pandora’s Prodigy - T - Saavik, Spock, Amanda Grayson Crucible Forged - G -  Cleante al-Faisal/T'Shael, Aernath/Jean Czerny Following the Fortunes of War - G - Piper/Sarda Mutual Exploration - T - Cleante al-Faisal/T'Shael Second Voyage - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock A Chosen Future - T - David Marcus/Saavik A Gift Shared - G - Christine Chapel, Nyota Uhura A Talented Opponent - G - Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura Incidental Touches - T - James T. Kirk/Spock Improbable - G - James T. Kirk, Leonard “Bones” McCoy Educated Rescuer - G - James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura

By @sl-walker

Seamark - M - Spock/Montgomery “Scotty” Scott The Last Love - T - Christopher Pike Now - T - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Junkyard Dogs - T - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott, Jay McMillan

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

By @daraoakwise

A Higher Power When You Look - M - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (AOS) & Nyota Uhura (AOS), Nyota Uhura (AOS)/Spock (AOS) Ideals - G - Spock (AOS) Lightning - G - Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (AOS)

By @merfilly

Dammit Jim - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS), James T. Kirk (AOS) Grumpy Doc - G - James T. Kirk (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) Cold Logic Brings No Comfort - G - Spock Alone - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) 5 Moments in a Friendship - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS), Nyota Uhura (AOS) Because He Knew - G - Spock, Saavik (AOS)

By @starryeyes2000

Trust Love One More Time - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS)/Original Female Character

By VelvetMouse

Anchor in the Deep - T - Christine Chapel (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) The Little Things - G - Christine Chapel (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) Follow Through - G - James T. Kirk (AOS)/Janice Rand (AOS) Secrets - G - James T. Kirk (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) No Choice At All - G - Christine Chapel (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) Tiny Pushes - T - Janice Rand (AOS) Clean-up Duty - T - James T. Kirk (AOS), Spock (AOS), Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS), Nyota Uhura (AOS) Home Before Dark - G - Christine Chapel (AOS)/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) Lady-like - T - Christine Chapel (AOS), Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS), Roger Korby (AOS) Taking Control - G - Christine Chapel (AOS) & Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS) Morning Surprise - G - Christine Chapel (AOS) & Leonard “Bones” McCoy (AOS), James T. Kirk (AOS) Paradise Lost - T - Christine Chapel (AOS)

Star Trek: The Next Generation

By @beatrice-otter

A Grief Shared - G -  Guinan/Jean-Luc Picard, Jean-Luc Picard & Robert Picard No Place Like Home - G - Amanda Rogers, Clark Kent | Kal-El | Superman, DC Crossover

By @merfilly

One Lesson Learned - G - Lwaxana Troi Mixed Regrets - G - William Riker Encounters at Adulthood - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker, Lwaxana Troi Appraisal - G - Lwaxana Troi There Among the Stars - G - Beverly Crusher Mother, Please! - T - Deanna Troi, Lwaxana Troi Without Sight - M - Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi Complications of State - G - Deanna Troi Breathlessly Spellbound - T - Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi Conflict of the Soul - G - Deanna Troi Finding Experience - T - Guinan/Ro Laren Flattery - G - Jean-Luc Picard/Beverly Crusher A Little Snag - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker/Beverly Crusher Joined - T - Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi Gumption - G - Q Bouldevard Lounge - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Complimentary - G - Tasha Yar, Data Coffee and Chocolate - G - Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi

By VelvetMouse

An Extension of Myself - G - Jean-Luc Picard/Beverly Crusher, William Riker/Deanna Troi The Triumph of Time (We Are Everywhere For Your Convenience Remix) - T - Jean-Luc Picard & Beverly Crusher Fakers (The Get a Second Opinion Remix) - G - Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

By @beatrice-otter

Schoolwork - G - \Jake Sisko & Kasidy Yates  

By @merfilly

Won’t Turn Back - G - Kira Nerys Womb Makes Three - G - Kira Nerys, Keiko O’Brien The Return - T - Kira Nerys/Odo Courting an Oblivious Person - G - Kira Nerys/Jadzia Dax

By nostalgia

In the Ranks of Death You’ll Find Him - M - Miles O’Brien/Julian Bashir The Strange Glue That Held Us Together - T - Julian Bashir/Martok The Chemistry Between Us - M - Ezri Dax/Julian Bashir A Mutual Interest - T - Miles O’Brien & Julian Bashir, Leeta

By VelvetMouse

(G)hosts - G - Jadzia Dax

Star Trek: Voyager

By nostalgia

Captain - G - Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway A Shape With Three Sides - T - Chakotay, Kathryn Janeway, Tuvok The Worst Days - T - Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay

Star Trek: Picard

By Kennel_Boy

A Gift Between Moments - G - Elnor & Hugh | Third of Five - 🔒 More Alive To Tenderness - T - Elnor/Hugh | Third of Five - 🔒

Alternate Universes

By Trekfan

An Ideal Remembered - G - Rose Reilly, Anne Reilly

Expanded Universes

By DavidFalkayn

Interlude - M - Ensemble Cast, Raptor-verse La Belladonna - M -  Zsuzsanna (Zsa-Zsa) Rosza/Eliza Flores, Ensemble, Raptor-verse The Gathering - M - Ensemble Cast, Raptor-verse Reminiscences - M - Ensemble Cast, Raptor-verse We're not in Kansas Any More - M - Ensemble cast, Raptor-verse Compromises must be made - T - Morgan Bateson, Original Characters, Raptor-verse Out with the Old in with the New - M - Ensemble cast, Raptor-verse The Devil’s Playthings - M - Ensemble cast, Raptor-verse The Gang's Kinda All Here - M - Ensemble cast, Raptor-verse The Horror Below - M - Twesata Glex/Rana Thanoptis, Raptor-verse Failure on Fehl Prime - M - Jane Shepard, Ensemble Cast Time Trippin’ - M - Ensemble Cast, Raptor-verse

By Gibraltar

Passing the Torch - T - Donald Sandhurst, Pava Lar’ragos The Penalties of Success - G - Donald Sandhurst Life is Choices - G - Donald Sandhurst

By Mick

Welcome Aboard - T - Starship Excalibur The Long Goodbye - Unrated - Starship Excalibur

Star Trek: Multiple Series

By LordRobertBruceScott

Star Trek Hunter - Rock of Ages - G - Original Characters

Nonfiction & Meta

By DavidFalkayn

Raptorverse Mass Effect Dramatis Personae - Unrated

#star trek discovery #star trek the original series #star trek the next generation #star trek picard #star trek voyager #star trek deep space nine #st:dsc #st:tos #st:tng #st:pic #st:voy #st:ds9 #expanded universes #spirk #mckirk #ocs #chapel/mccoy #star trek fanfic #trekfic #ad astra fanfic #some really awesome stuff in this news post! #you should come check these out #and leave some comments! #anyway #please do signal boost!

[femmespoiled]

Hi Bella! 💖

I don't know if you've already made a post about this before, but I was wondering if maybe you could explain the definitions and the difference between a high femme and a stone femme?

Thank you so much! I appreciate your efforts to bring butch/femme dynamic education to the tumblr community 💖💖 you're amazing and I admire you so much 🥰

Hi, first of all, I apologize for how long it took me to answer this, your ask got to me in the midst of a lot of drama going on around here and I had to take a little break to feel confident as a femme again, before I talked about this, so once again, I'm sorry. Also, thank you, you're very sweet ♥️

I think there are a few factors involved here*. There are a few meaning to those words that have been widely popularized in lgbtq+ spaces, therefore depending on what kind of circles you ask about it, you'll get different answers and I'm not here to talk about whether that's right or wrong and my feelings about it, though it may happen, we'll see.

So let's start with the definitions commonly used outside of our little butch/femme community. I think these are heavily, if not almost entirely, influenced by the futch scale and let's be honest that was a disservice to the butch/femme community at large, because high femme in said scale is portrayed only as a hyper feminine aesthetic/fashion choices/love for makeup etc, and while again some femmes do feel comfortable with that and love makeup, are hyper feminine, we're not an aesthetic and i speak about my frustration because daily, I explain to people that (I'm very grateful to everybody who takes my clarifications well, but that's not always the case). In the same scale, stone butches are depicted also entirely as an aesthetic, as this hyper masculine, hard aesthetic, aggressive and dominant etc and while that some butches may be ok with that, that's not what a stone butch is about either in my circles and in my community, unfortunately I feel that can bleed into femme as well, because they see stone and assume the same stereotypes they would for stone butches.

I feel strongly that a lot of these people who use those meanings regarding high femme/stone femme, see the meanings as valid and sure, that's ok, I guess (?), but I don't think they have an understanding about butch/femme (bar culture), our history, our community and how these are still used by us. While I'm here, I'll be the first to admit, we're not the only ones using butch and femme, they do have other contexts, but here I'm talking about butch/femme in sapphic spaces and the usage of those in said places.

Now that we covered that, around here in this community, in my experience*, both of those (high femme and stone femme) mean the same, they are sexual roles and sexual boundaries. When we talk about identities like butch and femme and say explicitly that they involve social, erotic, emotional reasons and contexts, stone terms are part of the erotic contexts.

High femme/stone femme/(even pillow princess sometimes) means a femme who has certain boundaries when it comes to giving or touching their partner(s) in a sexual situation, someone who doesn't like/feel comfortable/would rather not touch their partner(s) in certain ways for whatever reason they might have, it's important to understand that each stone femme has their own subjective boundaries and what, and to what extent, they're comfortable with, so you shouldn't assume one size fits all, same goes for stone butches. The counterpart of stone femme is a stone butch and that is a butch who has boundaries regards receiving/being touched by their partner(s) in sexual situations, a butch who doesn't like/feel comfortable/would rather not be touched in certain ways for whatever reason they might have. Oh and yes, doesn't have to be because of trauma, I have seen before people saying that stone femmes are only valid if their boundaries are attached to trauma, that's not true, you are allowed to just have boundaries, you're allowed to not want to do something, more importantly, you shouldn't be doing something you don't want in bed, all you need is someone compatible with you, same goes for stone butches, of course.

Stone butch and stone femme, in that order, can get confused with stone top: a person who is exclusively a top and also has boundaries around being touched and receiving during sex; and stone bottom: a person who is exclusively a bottom and has boundaries pertaining to giving during sex.

Can a butch be a stone bottom or a femme be a stone top? Absolutely. The first two sexual roles, stone butch and stone femme, as far as I'm concerned, are related to and pertain to the butch/femme identities and relationships, now the last two any person regardless of their identity can use.

While I'm here, I'll also clarify that being a bottom doesn't mean you're submissive, bottoms can be dominant and that's perfectly fine, being a top also doesn't mean you're dominant, tops can be submissive and that's also perfectly fine. And this one is important, being stone doesn't mean you're aggressive, dominant, any of that, it's about your boundaries. Top, bottom, vers =/= dominant, submissive, switch.

Another important thing about high femme and stone femme is that because of the widely popularized uses of these words and terms outside of our community I've seen femmes, myself included have a subjective relationship to those terms, for example, I prefer stone femme because I feel that it is less likely to get misunderstood by the meaning/stereotype that bothers me the most regarding to this, which is the "aesthetic", a lot of femmes prefer high femme, for the same and for whatever other personal reason, we have our own subjective relationships to it navigating this community, a lot of the time because of our desire to be understood. I hope this makes sense ♥️

*disclaimer: being a stone femme doesn't make me an expert or authority on the subjects, this is my experience and my knowledge.

#ask #bellas butch/femme tag #stone tag b

[nalyra-dreaming]

In vague relation to the Blood Communion quote I shared the other day which also referred to slaves - Anne definitely was never errr... shy - here are some thoughts after reading

The Black Vampyre

First off - thanks to the nonny who shared this with me! :) It was a hugely interesting read, and it will definitely stay in my mind.

A few words to the short story itself.

I have read the version by Gothic World Literature Editions. The notes, and additional texts differ somewhat from the PDF version I shared in the other post, so whoever wishes to read up on it might want to read both. This post contains quotes and photos from both.

The story itself is short, and supposedly written in two afternoons. Its language is powerful, but also confusing and the text seems very much one of its time, even though it also breaks with various preconceptions. There's so many references that I was very glad to have an edition with the necessary explanations.

⚠️The short story might be triggering for some - it opens with a slave owner trying to kill a slave - the lone survivor of a slave ship - and failing to do so. It is, as short as it is, graphic and gory, and I personally did not see the comedy in it. The story deals with the plight of slaves, too, set against the backdrop of Haiti at the time of uprising - "the Haitian Revolution, the hemisphere’s first successful colonial revolution against slavery".

My edition opens with this quote:

"Our bodies shall burst from their fetters, glorious as a curculio from its shell;—our minds shall soar like the car of the æronaut, when its ligaments are cut; in a word, O my brethren, we shall be free!—Our fetters discandied, and our chains dissolved, we shall stand liberated,—redeemed,— emancipated,—and disenthralled by the irresistible genius of UNIVERSAL EMANCIPATION!!!"

As I said - powerful.

This is part of the Prince's speech to his fellow vampyres and freed slaves. The story itself deals with revenge, and how it is exacted, and it likens the plight of the vampires to that of the slaves. A plight which is stopped by soldiers, the ruling institution.

There is also betrayal, and a vampire child, and a flight to Europe.

There are various references to the capitalist grip (as noted here in the introduction):

Now, I am no literary major. I majored in Computer Science, (and often go at things highly logical^^) and so I would invite those of you interested in the actual breakdown to read the PDF and/or book and the contained references and explanations, as mentioned.

However, as this was put to me in relation to Anne‘s works… let me dip into that aspect of it all - or, better, the aspects of this story within Anne‘s work - and the show, since reading it… did bring up some weird recognition, and parallels, imho.

These could be circumstantial! Likely are.

Or maybe Anne (and/or the writers) read the story at some point and it lingered… because, as said, I found it quite powerful in language. We'll probably never know.

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Now, @lynnenne put it very well on the other post when she recalled Rolin saying that it would be hard to write a sympathetic slave owner.

And there is nothing sympathetic about Mr. Personne. Perceiving the lone survivor of a sunken slave ship he deems him non-work-worthy, and so decides to kill him on the spot. When drowning him fails, he tries to burn the boy, and gets burned instead, and the (vampire) boy goes and supposedly takes his baby.

The boy later returns as a "Prince", to marry the widow of the slave owner, having with him a mortal boy he has given education. There is evidence within the text that he spell-binds her a bit, in fact the powers seem somewhat familiar (already).

(from the "Themes" part of the book)

The Prince turns her, on a graveyard, making her drink blood from her later child's dead (and recently buried) body. And making her resurrected dead husbands (three in total) fight each other. He then leaves her and the resurrected first husband, the slave owner (who is also turned), with the boy - who turns out to be the baby she thought dead, and who is now called Zembo. He tells them he forgives Mr. Personne and to sail to Europe.

On their way to the ship they encounter a vampire ball - with the vampires and armed (freed) slaves present. They observe, and, other than the slaves, the vampires are eventually slain by soldiers - Zembo, raised by the Prince, has betrayed him.

The three remaining vampires - the wife, the slave owner and their child - manage to procure a cure and turn back into mortals. However she is pregnant, and gives birth to a "mulatto" vampire child, which then passes on some traits down the generations to the narrator of the story.

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There's several aspects of this which seem... familiar, as mentioned.

We have a "prince", taking a child, and returning a child. Fathering a vampire child. The Prince is likened to Helen of Troy and Medusa (the Medusa ring in the later books springs to mind, and we all know Lestat's title then). And of course: Viktor.

The Prince raises a child and is betrayed by that child - and killed at a ball. Claudia comes to mind, of course.

The "wife" tries to flee to Europe with said child. (Note: I don't necessarily buy into the Louis is the wife labeling, since I believe that both Lestat and Louis fluctuate in their gender roles, but to call the parallel / echo here...) In the books Louis is a slave owner.

There is a mixed race marriage, and a mixed race child, making a very interesting commentary for the time, in contrast to the historical social concerns.

The show gives us Dubai as a backdrop for the modern setting, which is most assuredly no coincidence.

Dubai, with laws that forbid Louis' very state of being, totally apart from his vampiric status. Dubai, built on oil and slave labor, a capitalist playground, so very fitting for the vampires to reside there.

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The Black Vampyre is a remarkable story, but it... I'm not sure how to put it. I find the punishment of the other husbands and then forgiving Mr. Personne (the one who did try to kill the Prince), and the later baptizing of the child - and as the text noted as a "reward" for the betrayal of the Prince - do not sit all that well with me.

Maybe that is due to our time and day. And of course the fact that this story was written anonymously within the literary high class circles of New York puts it into its own context.

There seems to be no good reason to kill the vampyres... apart from their supernatural status, and their challenge of the status quo.

The PDF text explains this better than I could:

"The pleasurable play with life, death, and the living dead encourages readers to see financial crimes among white people as forms of vampirism, while cautiously side-stepping the most obvious form of financial and life-predation present in the story: the enslavement of Africans. In this, the story turns to superstition not necessarily to dupe its readers, but rather to redirect their attention toward some crimes and away from others."

Look at my right hand, not at my left. (That is something the characters in Anne's book as well as the show do a lot, too.)

There is a poem which was published with the second edition of the story, and in this several professions, and actions are likened to that of being a vampyre, too. And there is a "Moral" chapter preceding it, which lays the meaning all out, at least in the author's opinion.

Again, it is a remarkable book/story. Its relations to The Vampyre by Lord Byron, and therefore the relations to Frankenstein and other works from that group are hugely interesting, as is the criticism inhabiting the text.

"In the process, The Black Vampyre drafts obeah into the “MORAL” that appears at the story’s end: that the true vampires are the shysters, the leeches, and the myriad other grifters who profit from other’s hard work and responsible behavior."

I'll close with another snippet from the PDF, which is a review of the time, making a rather... interesting comment:

[...] the absurdity of supposing that any sane woman could fall desperately in love with the character of a Vampyre.[..]

...yeah, how on Earth could a sane woman fall for a charming, rich, beautiful immortal... Couldn't be me^^.

Maybe that was the comedic part I missed^^.

Sources:

Original ask

The PDF of The Black Vampyre

A Blood Communion quote dealing with slaves and their... possibly later role for the vampires that Anne put into the last book.

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In regards to the last link: Anne Rice was never shy with words or themes, Louis' backstory was adapted for the show, granted, but the themes permeate the Chronicles, and some characters have rather difficult backstories - Armand's "rent boy" reaction comes to mind, everyone who knows his backstory knows why. But also the show's change to him will need to come into play within it - there have been discussions about this already, and though there is no way to tell yet how it will be addressed - and if it might in turn change other things or which things - I doubt it will be ignored.

It will be hugely interesting to see how the show tackles all this, because it is beyond doubt one of the most difficult aspects of the Chronicles.

I for one am very glad that they changed that part of Louis' story (and his race) - because of course this change now carries repercussions for the rest of the show, as it should.

And the change to Armand will bring its own repercussions, and I'm aaaalllllll for the show to deal with it.

So thank you to whoever put me to The Black Vampyre. It was, and is hugely interesting.

#the black vampyre #the vampire chronicles #anne rice #iwtv #amc iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #armand #tw racism #tw slavery #book quotes #quotes #long post

[stark-stiel]

i am absolutely angry and devastated. if you’ve seen the things i’ve posted on my story recently, you’re probably aware about the genocide happening in Palestine right now.

as of today, november 21st 2023 there are:

- 14 000+ deaths, 5 600+ of those being children

- 33 000+ injured, 75% being children and women

- 6 000+ are still missing under rubble

- let’s not forget the 60+ journalists who are being targeted for spreading the truth in both Palestine and more recently, in southern Lebanon

- at least 5 premature babies out of 39 of them have died either due to the lack of electricity, food, water and medicine as most of the others have

- 21 out of 35 of Gaza’s hospital are completely out of service, which one of their largest hospital, Al-Shifa, was targeted and is now not operational, and they plan to do the same to the Indonesian Hospital in Gaza, which is, might i add, an INTERNATIONAL WAR CRIME on top of many other israel has committed

- there are also 7 000+ palestinian prisoners captured by israeli military forces including children, in which the israeli government is deciding whether to execute them, or exchange a release for their own prisoners taken

and that is just the damage in Gaza, not including the destruction in the West Bank:

- which killed 217 people, including 50 children

- injuring more than 2 750 others

these lists only contain the bare minimum of what has happened.

to give you an idea, today, i saw a doctor who was being consoled by others, as he had just performed an amputation on HIS OWN CHILD, which has happened before, but this surgery was done WITHOUT anesthesia, and the child couldn’t survive the pain.

let’s just let that sink in for a minute.

they don’t have the proper medical supplies to provide the care they need because Israel and the United States will not allow a ceasefire. Biden has stated so himself. and Trudeau hasn’t called one either.

they can’t even grieve their dead in peace. they capture all their sorrow, tears, anger, and screams of despair on screen for us to see because no one is listening as their people are slaughtered. whole lineages of families killed, children orphaned, parents carrying their dead child’s body parts in bags, children pleading for us to help them, speaking out IN ENGLISH so we can understand them, that this is what they are going through. please listen to them.

the things you will see on social media are graphic, you might feel sick to your stomach. you should. because this is happening across the world as we speak, and has happened for the past 75 years! and it must stop now. after october 7th, more outrage has emerged from the people, adding pressure on their governments to call for a ceasefire in Gaza.

people will try to devalue social media by saying its a “place where people are dumb on camera” but without it, it would NEVER had known what was going on, and i have never been so outraged by what i have seen.

if you don’t know what to do, you can start by not being silent. silence only allows the lies the Zionists are spreading to propagate, and deafens palestinian voices.

you can also educate yourself on what the palestinians have been going through. a very good site i’ve found is decolonizepalestine.com which i’m still learning from. other resources can be found online such as:

- a click a day to help:

https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

- there is also a petition to Trudeau to call for a ceasefire at this link: https://www.ourcommons.ca/petitions/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-4649 it closes Nov 23, 2023 at 3:20 p.m. so as many of you, please sign before the deadline! if you have already signed, thank you 🙏

- support palestinian voices online

there are also boycotts happening against the companies that are profiting and/or benefiting and supporting the genocide in Gaza. Some include:

- puma

- starbucks

- mcdonalds

- disney+

- burger king

- amazon

- chapters

- squishmallows

- HP

- sabra hummus

- Walmart

- israeli produce and items

etc etc i could go on and on. the point is, to not fund the israeli military.

this website has a complete list and shows which companies have been selected as part of their targeted boycott, to make a more effective boycott: https://bdsmovement.net/economic-boycott

and if boycotting these places is too hard for you, you are definitely not god’s strongest soldier 🫡 (and hey, you can also do it for selfish reasons, to save money by not buying out!)

if after reading all this you still want to turn a blind eye, i can’t stop you. but i hope you can live with that decision

as always, FREE PALESTINE & Ceasefire Now 🇵🇸🫶

links in order of appearance:

http://decolonizepalestine.com

https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

https://bdsmovement.net/economic-boycott

https://www.ourcommons.ca/petitions/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-4649

#free palestine #ceasefire #ceasefire now