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Here's our October recs ❤️ also, look at our new banner !! 🥰 Happy reading !! I’m just too soft for all of it by @bellamysgriffinprincess (book/movie-verse)

@dot524: This is a sweet one shot where Henry is struggling with depression, Alex drops everything to be with him, and they comfort each other. Very well done.

Confidential Memorandum by @sherryvalli (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: this is such a sweet kidfic. Henry is Alex's boss, and Alex keeps getting calls from Henry's daughter when Henry is busy. It's heartwarming and comforting and the dialogue is wonderfully written, especially their love confessions.

@babiemonk: the perfect lighthearted kidfic! The child dynamic is perfect and the humor is spot-on. If you’re looking for a fun, feel good, story with some domestic fluffiness this is it.

@rmd-writes: a sweet, funny fic with excellent banter, and a stellar supporting cast of OCs. It quite literally made my face do this: 🥰 I saved it with the note "read when you need to feel better about the universe).

Aged Like a Fine Wine by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@babiemonk: Alex and Henry are older now and cakegate never happened. There’s lots of emotions and angst and growth and it’s really quite beautiful but also tragic at times. It hurt my heart and my feelings before putting them back together again.

In my dreams (In your dreams) by @lizzie-bennetdarcy (book-verse)

@babiemonk: very cute drunken love confessions— absolutely precious friends to lovers

all of our love filling all of our room by @kill8a (book-verse)

@inexplicablymine: this is so incredibly soft and childhood friends to lovers I have reread this more times than I’m willing to admit

Help Me Hold On To You by @affectionatelyrs (book-verse)

@read-and-write-: A one- shot, a very cathartic one about the aftermath of a fight between Alex and Henry. This is one to cry from beginning to end, it's beautifully written and you will be left speechless.

flatline by rizcriz (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: exes to lovers is one of my favourite tropes and this work shows perfectly how naturally and fully Henry and Alex love each other. it's sad and heartbreaking but it has a happy ending that makes the crying all worth it.

What I Need Tonight by @sparklepocalypse (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: This fic was written for Kinktober's prompt "selfcest", which for some might be sound a little too weird, but that's exactly why I picked this one as my monthly fave. If you like reading smut, give this a chance. Yes, it's hot but also emotional and it has Oxford-time slutty Henry!

heartbeats under coats by @hypnostheory (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: one of my favorite works to come out of FirstPrince week. It's really sweet and sexy. There was only one bed at its finest.

All Booked Up by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: another FirstPrince week gem. This was just so beautiful. Alex and Henry meet during a vacation, spend three perfect days together and then loose contact until June and Nora force Alex to read a book they both love and something about it makes Alex think of Henry. I absolutely fell in love with it.

@rmd-writes: it's no secret that I'm an allmylovesatonce fan and this is one of my ultimate favourites of hers. A very cleverly told love story, with some wonderful June and Nora content as a bonus!

praying our bridges don’t make waves by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@rhubarb1210: This fic is such a cool take on soulmates. Henry agrees to pretend to be Alex’s soulmate to get June health insurance. Lots of universe building. And I can’t give away more! Inspired by Fractured by @clottedcreamfudge

everything's growing in our garden by matherine (book-verse with a few movie elements)

@indomitable-love: Absolutely loved this hanahaki fic – the pacing and tension are so good, the relevance of all the different flowers is just beautiful

It's Nice to Have a Friend by @mainstreamelectricalparade (book-verse)

@read-and-write-: Childhood Best Friends to lovers AU, where Henry, the prince of england meets another boy during a holiday, they send each other letters and they fall in love, it's soft and it's beautiful, a love that tascends the page and is reflected on all the characters actions.

I feel the beating of your heart, I see the shadows on your face by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: This fic has such an interesting premise, and although I’ve never been into the bodyswap trope I’m so glad I gave this one a chance. It was done so incredibly well and was such a fun, wholesome fic.

Henry Fox, All-American Hero by @tintagel-or-cockleshells (book-verse)

@daisymae-12: This is a fic inspired by Meg Cabot’s All American Girl (which I am a huge fan of) and everything about this fic had me screaming in delight. Loved this so much, I’m obsessed.

maybe take me into your room by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@thesleepyskipper: Alex and Henry are both the children of ambassadors to Canada from their respective countries in this lovely AU. Friends-to-lovers perfection, this was so, so good.

a degree of fate by @softlofty (book/movie-verse)

@dot524: In this AU, Alex and Henry meet as university students. This is a sweet get-together fic with depth and heart.

It's Tradition by @f-ing-ruthless-baz (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: Alex and Henry's soulmate bond revealed itself publicly and now they have to act like they're in love, even though they hate each other. This fic is such an excellent use of soulmate trope and looks into so many possiblities in a world were soulmate bonds exsist. It's also super funny, a little angsty and Alex is even more oblivious than usually.

I’d be smart to walk away (but you’re quicksand) by @littlemisskittentoes (book/movie-verse)

@dot524: Such a wonderful, heartfelt 5+1 based on canon events when Henry walked away and one where he stayed.

Catalyst of Change by @uglygreenjacket (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: an AU that’s pretty close to canon in some ways: Alex (still a well known child of politicians) and Henry (still a prince) meet as students in Edinburgh. This story is sweet and gentle and heart wrenching at points, but also incredibly uplifting in Henry and Alex’s determination to be together no matter the obstacles. And the Scottish setting is gorgeous and really evocative.

Ghosted by @tintagel-or-cockleshells (book-verse)

@suseagull04: Twists and turns abound in this story that borders the line between life and death. I love the depth of the plot and just how deeply and quickly Alex and Henry fall for each other- and the fantasy aspect immediately put this high on my list of faves! Not to mention all the great references to my favorite things throughout the fic. This fic is amazing!

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by @three-drink-amy (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: a 911 Lone Star!AU very angsty but with a happy ending. Alex going through grief felt really fucking relatable. It's also spicy in contrast with the angst.

But I love him, whether or no. by @leaves-of-laurelin (book-verse)

@dot524: This firefighter AU is one of my favorite RWRB fics ever, and I’m glad I was able to follow it from WIP status to complete this month. Alex as a firefighter is irresistible (Henry thinks so too) and somehow these two feel so true to character even in a completely different context. There are so many fun scenes here - riding a bull, an airport scene, shenanigans at a fire station, sentimental piano playing - but none of them are forced. Truly a wonderful fic that I know I’ll be returning to again and again.

@wilmonsfolklore: seconding this one so so so much!! read it in one sitting and have been thinking about it ever since then. there are so many heartfelt and sweet conversations in it. everyone's so true to their character in such a different situation. can not recommend it enough

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs #red white and royal blue

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drakoneve · 1 year

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The Poisoned Cup

request: Hey, dear! if you are taking requests could i get an angst imagine/oneshot Daemon x Martell fem!reader where she and Daemon are married (they really love each other) and she is pregnant and they are beaming, but reader ends up being poisoned and consequently loses the baby, feeling guilty she ends up running away, but before she leaves a letter for viserys asking for an annulment, before making any decision he talks to Daemon who is furious that she ran away and asks for an annulment + so he goes to Dorne after his wife, she doesn't want to see him at first but he doesn't give up, eventually they talk and reader expresses everything she is feeling just like he does, they cry together and he assures her that everything will be fine and asks her to come back with him, which she agrees to, please? (with a lot of angst, fluffy and happy ending)

pairing: daemon targaryen x y/n martell

word count: 3k (#oops)

warnings: fem bodied!reader, miscarriage, poisoning, reader’s feeling guilty and v depressed

a/n: i apologize if there are any mistakes regarding house martell, i don’t know much abt them. i also didn’t describe much of the reader besides longer hair

When your older brother Qoren Martell told you he’d arranged a marriage between yourself and Prince Daemon Targaryen with King Viserys, you were unbelievably angry with him that you wouldn’t speak to him for days. But eventually you came to accept that marrying the prince was your duty to keep peace between Dorne and the rest of Westeros following the war in the Stepstones.

Daemon talked to you before the wedding about how he wanted to wed you in the traditions of Old Valyria, and you agreed even though you were quite hesitant. In the end it was a beautiful ceremony and you felt undoubtedly connected to your new husband.

It wasn’t but three months after your wedding that your lady in waiting, Elaena, pointed out to you that you hadn’t had your monthly bleed. You visited the maester that morning and he confirmed you were indeed with child.

Everything was going smoothly until two months later, when Rhaenyra ended her search for a husband ended and King Viserys announced a marriage between his daughter and Ser Laenor Velaryon, son of Lord Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark. The feast of celebrations had begun and you sat at the end of the royal table in between Daemon and Lord Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King.

“Everything to your liking, my love?” Daemon asks, then sips on his wine.

You grin at him, pulling apart the sweet roll in front of you to get to the soft, warm center. “Mhm,” you hum. “We’re quite satisfied, dear husband.”

He reaches his free hand to rub your growing belly. You cover his hand with yours and continue on to dine on the fine food presented before you.

Unbeknownst to you, Ser Gerold Royce approaches the royal table.

“Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, congratulations are in order,” Ser Gerold greets the king and princess.

“We are honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold,” the king says graciously. “I must say, I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing. I'm very sorry for your loss.” “Lady Rhea was a unique character. Her kind... is not soon to be seen again,” Ser Gerold says before turning to glare at Daemon. “In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens.”

“If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce...” Viserys tries to deflect, but Daemon doesn’t allow the show of disrespect.

“Who are you?” Daemon quips as if he hadn’t paid the man the slightest bit of attention until now.

“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone,” he announces proudly with a puff of his chest.

“And?”

“I am cousin to your late lady wife, Rhea Royce.”

Your stomach clenches at the mention of Daemon’s first wife. You not only knew the truth of what happened, but you helped Daemon plan it out with the help of some of your spies in the Vale. They were married at the time Daemon proposed to you, and there was no way you believed Viserys would allow his rebellious brother an annulment or a second wife in the traditions of Old Valyria. The only solution either of you could come up with to open the negotiations for your hand in marriage was to rid Daemon of is bronze wife completely.

Daemon’s lilac eyes harden as he clenches his jaw before eyeing the man. “Ahh, yes,” he says finally. “Terrible thing. I was positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.”

“You know better than anyone, it was no accident,” Ser Gerold spits.

You gasp lightly, placing both hands on your stomach as if you were in shocked by the accusation. Daemon caught on and sat up in his seat, feigning concern on his features.

He turns back to Ser Gerold with fire in his eyes. “Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?”

“I am making an accusation.”

“You know, in King's Landing,” Daemon all but growls, “men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cսոts like you.”

Before Ser Gerold has the chance to come up with a rebuttal, chaos breaks out amongst those on the dancefloor. You can’t see exactly who, but a Kingsguard has overpowered someone you cannot see at all, and is pummeling down with a hard right fist.

Knights from behind the royal table rush forward upon the king’s command, furthering the tension in the room. At this point you’ve risen from your seat and secured a place behind Daemon, who has now drawn Dark Sister from her sheath.

The chaos lasts for a few more minutes but eventually the Kingsguard take control of the room, and the knight who began the fight in the first place was escorted from the throne room. Maids immediately begin working on cleaning the mess (minus the body removed by knights), and party goers resume dancing on the remaining dance floor.

Daemon pulls out your seat out for you and you kiss his cheek before taking your seat. You reach for your wine first before Daemon begins feeding you off his own fork and plate. After a few bites, alternating between the pork your husband was feeding you and the roll you were still tearing apart, a feeling of nausea began to overtake you.

You motion for Daemon to stop, at the same time placing your left hand over your stomach. “Daem, I don’t-“

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before you jump from your chair and turn around just in time to throw up behind the table and not in front of the entirety of the throne room. Daemon is at your side instantly as is Lyonel, and who is already yelling for the maesters. Before you can even really catch your breath, you get sick again.

Muscles in your abdomen tighten as a cramp shoots through you. You cry out in pain and Daemon can’t stand it anymore as he picks you up bridal style out of the throne room and to the privacy of your chambers where the maesters can take care of you properly.

Long after the throne room had emptied and Rhaenyra and Laenor were wed the maesters came looking for Daemon. Despite fighting to stay by your side, Viserys convinced his brother to step away from you and allow maester Orwyle to do his work.

Orwyle approached Daemon, accompanied by his brother and Lord Lyonel, with his hand laced together in front of him, a grim look upon his face. “Prince Daemon,” the maester begins solemnly. “I come with grave news. I’m afraid your lady wife has lost the babe, my prince.”

The news hits Daemon like a punch to the gut, but he swallows his grief for the moment. “And what of my wife? Is she alive?”

“Yes, my prince. She’s asleep now, I gave her milk of the poppy to ease her pains.”

Lyonel steps forward, “What’s the cause of such illness? The princess seemed fine all evening.”

Maester Orwyle nods grimly, “I believe the princess’s illness to be a direct result of greycap poisoning. How the princess ingested such a thing is yet to be discovered, but I will not stop until I’ve discovered it. Thankfully this is not the first time I’ve encountered such a thing.”

Viserys reached out a grateful hand and squeezed his trusted maester’s shoulder. “Thank you, Orwyle. Your services do not go unnoticed.”

Daemon turns away from the group of men and begins down the hall for your shared chambers.

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Two weeks after the attempted assassination and you finally began to feel healthy again. Daemon hardly left your side during your healing process like he no longer trusted anyone else in the world with your care. Maester Orwyle was still giving regular updates to Viserys which you advised him was unnecessary.

It wasn’t the poisoning that had been plaguing you the past couple weeks, it was the loss of your unborn babe. This was your first pregnancy, and neither you or Daemon could’ve been happier to receive the official word from the maester. Everything was going well in terms of the pregnancy until the attempt on your life.

You couldn’t help but spend your time recovering riddled with the guilt of the idea that you could’ve- should’ve done more to protect your baby. Your one job for nine months was to home and protect your baby and you felt you’d failed completely. As a wife, especially to someone of Daemon’s status- the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, your job was to give your husband as many heirs as possible, and you couldn’t even do that.

The guilt had been eating away at the strong resolve you’d built over the years of being an outspoken woman in court. You’d failed your husband, your one true love. Now, even weeks later and after everything he’d done to support you, you found it difficult more now than ever to meet Daemon’s eyes.

When you first learned you were with child you were beyond ecstatic as was Daemon. Despite his previous union, Daemon had yet to become a father and was looking forward to becoming one. You hadn’t any children either and the two of you spoke often of various names for your unborn babe, and began to pick out some of Westeros’s finest silks and fabrics for clothes to be sewn. Now there was no need.

How he didn’t revolt away in disgust, you had no idea. You couldn’t understand why Daemon would stay so loyally by your side when you’d been so unprepared to give him a healthy child. Daemon’s own loyalty did nothing ut remind you just how majorly you’d failed him, and this worked as the straw that finally broke down all the fight you’d had left.

So, you wrote the king a letter.

King Viserys I Targaryen,

I must first apologize to you for the chaos my circumstances has caused the Red Keep as it was never my intentions to cause such disruptions within your court. My brother Qoren stressed the importance of my union with your brother Daemon, and the past year I’ve spent as his wife has been the happiest year of them all.

So it is with a broken heart, and the purest of intentions, that I graciously ask you to annul my marriage to Daemon so such tragedies do not continue to plague your court.

I leave for Dorne as soon as I hand off this letter, where I will be awaiting your word in Dorne alongside Qoren. I thank you for the kindness and generosity you have shared with me this past year, your Grace. I wish you good health and fortune.

Sincerely,

Lady Y/n Targaryen of House Martell.

And true to your word, you along with your lady in waiting Sylva, whom you’d known from before your marriage to Daemon, snuck out of the Red Keep from under the guards’ noses and set out for Dorne.

Viserys received the letter hours after your departure, just as you’d instructed the maid to do, after Daemon had taken off on Caraxes for Dragonstone on crown business. In the time that he’d known you, the king had never known you to be one to hide away in a dark corner when trials and tribulations came your way. The king knows Martells to live honorably by their words “unbowed, unbroken, unbent,” a sentiment that had been proven when he met you.

Unfortunately for the king, Daemon would not return for another day or so, and therefore would be delayed in receiving the news of your departure for Dorne. Viserys wanted to keep the matter close at hand as he hadn’t wished for yet another set of rumors to go swirling about about Daemon. He feared his brother’s reaction should he have sent a messenger to Dragonstone to inform the rogue prince, so Viserys decided to wait until Daemon’s return to deliver the news himself.

That’s exactly how Viserys met Daemon two days later in the Dragonpit. Daemon had just barely slid from the saddle strapped to Caraxes when approached by the king.

Before wither man has the chance to utter a word, Viserys extends his hand out to his brother, your letter in hand. “This was delivered to me two days ago, brother. I was hoping to have the matters resolved before your return, but I’m afraid I have been unsuccessful in reaching Y/n.”

Daemon snatches the letter from Viserys’ hand at the mention of your name and he wastes no time in reading it. His first reaction is anger- how dare you leave King’s Landing? How dare you leave him, your husband? The parchment of your letter crumples in his closing fist as Daemon turns away from his brother and back to Caraxes.

“Daemon!” Viserys lurches forward, trying to reason with his temperamental younger brother. “you must proceed with caution, Daemon! Your actions are sure to have dreadful consequences should you not think before you act.”

Daemon whips back around to face the king, shoving him hard once in the chest with both hands. “I do not need you to govern how I act, brother. Much less in the matters involving my wife.”

With that, Daemon mounted the great blood wyrm and set out for Dorne just as he had the first time.

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Qoren wasn’t exactly pleased with you upon your return, moreso afraid of what Daemon might do to Dorne as a result of your abandonment. Though you confidently assured your brother King Viserys would handle the matters, you weren’t entirely convinced yourself.

Daemon was as unpredictable as any man, though twice as dangerous on the back of a fire breathing dragon. Even the time the two of you spent together would not ensure your safety should the wrath of House Targaryen turn its ugly head towards Dorne.

Despite the circumstances, you were happy to be home. Before your marriage you had never left Dorne before, and you’d missed the familiar comforts of your homeland while you were away. You spent time with your brother and some of his friends, catching up on all the Dornish things you’d missed while you were away.

After the second round of wine began to be poured, a member of the Martell Guard steps forward towards Qoren. “My prince, a dragon has been spotted circling overhead.”

Qoren looks to you first as if telling you to deal with the problem yourself. You sigh and reluctantly stand from your seat. “I shall take care of it,” you announce.

Daemon has landed outside the gates of Sunspear and already dismounted from Caraxes. The moment the gates opened and he first caught a glimpse of you, he began making his way to you. You met him halfway despite the tightening knots of nausea twisting in your stomach.

Still you don’t meet Daemon’s eyes as he approaches you, afraid of his fury. Daemon is but two steps from you now and he finally plants his feet. “Imagine my dismay,” he begins. “upon returning home to King’s Landing only to be informed my lovely wife had fled back to the sun scorched sands of her homeland after asking my own brother to free her from our marriage. Tell me, wife, did you intentionally wait until I had departed from the Keep to make your escape? Or was it purely circumstance?”

His lilac eyes are furious. Daemon is no doubt holding his tongue to keep from saying something he might truly regret. A part of you wishes he wouldn’t, however. You wish he would let go and take out his anger on you, as you believed you deserved it.

Tears began to well in your eyes as you finally met your husband’s gaze. “I only meant to rid you of your burdens, my prince. A man of such status as you musn’t be burdened by the troubles of a wife who cannot provide..”

Somehow you don’t have it in yourself to finish your sentence before erupting into uncontrollable sobs. Daemon reaches out for you and pulls you into a tight embrace despite your desperate pleas. He allows you to cry into his chest for a moment before grasping your face in his large hands and forces you to look at him.

It’s only then you notice his eyes are red and wet with tears as well. “You had nothing to do with the poison, or with the death of our babe, dear wife. Had it been up to us, our dragon would still be in your belly, would it not?”

“Yes,” you cried pitifully, reaching one hand down to caress your stomach where you once felt the growing of your babe. “I want my baby, Daem. I want my baby.” You all but collapsed in your husband’s arms, using his large stature as support.

“I know,” he replies, voice thick with emotion. “and I swear to you, Y/n, that I will not stop until I have Ser Gerold’s head on a spike. Until then, my love, we can always try for another if you so wish.”

You pulled away, sobs ceased for the moment. “Ser Gerold? Of Runestone? What does he have to do with these matters?”

Daemon clenches his jaw before relenting. “I believe, as does Maester Orwyle, Ser Gerold is behind the attempt on your life and the murder of our babe. I planned to make way for Runestone upon my return to the Keep, but I’m afraid I’ve been side tracked.”

In that moment the guilt that had settled itself in your gut quickly turned to a bright hot rage. “Take me with you,” you demand forcefully. “and we shall show Ser Gerold, and the rest of the realm, just what happens when you scorn the house of dragons.”

A wicked grin spreads across Daemon’s face before he offers you his hand. “Come, dear wife, and we shall show them all.”

You grasped his hand in yours before beginning towards Caraxes, but not before Daemon pulls you to a stop and leans down to bring you into a kiss. Daemon has never been one to kiss you slowly, typically opting for quick kisses in the eyes of others, and more passionate kisses for the bedroom.

But now as the two of you stand wrapped around each other in the Dornish heat, he kisses you softly, slowly. As if he’s trying to tell you he loves you in the only way he knows how.

When the two of you finally part, you smile up at him. Your first genuinely happy smile in nearly a month. Perhaps Viserys knew just what he was doing in delaying your request for that annulment.

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glorious-sunset · 10 days

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How Immortals age in cdramas – clues from LBFAD

Many of our favourite cdramas sweep us into the beautiful fantasy world of the Xianxia genre, where immortal beings live for thousands of years! But they look so young?! How does ageing work for these lucky immortals in terms of human appearance? LBFAD (Love Between Fairy and Devil) gives us a few clues about this mysterious process!

Details are below, but in a nutshell, immortal beings grow quickly in childhood then the appearance of ageing slows down and stops! Sometimes their hair turns white when they are drained of energy making them look older than they should! For spirits who have cultivated from plant or animal form, it works differently as they transform directly into adult human form :) I created a graph of the immortal ageing process vs. human appearance based on clues from LBFAD (appears further down, yes I am a math nerd and proud :D ).

Young child

Our first clue to the mysteries of immortal ageing is Changheng, who was a few hundred years old during the Battle of Two Tribes (30,000 years ago) and is described as having been only a young boy at that time (let’s say around 7). Babies born to immortal parents mature (relatively) quickly into young children over a few hundred years, but ageing slows down after that.

Shangque was also a young boy when he was orphaned and rescued by a young DongFang QingCang (DFQC). Since Shangque describes DFQC as like a brother to him, they are likely of a similar age and DFQC was also a young boy at that time - both a few hundred years old.

Pre-teen

Shangque says that he has served DFQC for 38,000 years since DFQC saved him (in ep. 17). For the last 30,000 of those, DFQC was imprisoned in Haotian tower. Therefore, DFQC had been aged just over 8,000 years during the Battle of the Two Tribes - rough guess 8,500 – 9,000 years old since he was a young boy when he saved Shangque. The Battle of Two Tribes occurred soon after killing his father* and physically, his appearance was of an 11-year-old at that time (the actor was 11 during filming).

At this time, Xunfeng’s appearance was of a 9-year-old (actor was 9), and his age probably around 5,000 years old (based on graph below :D )

Xiao Lanhua’s (XLH) first life with her parents in the beautiful mountains of Xishan was also cut short when she was the same age as DFQC entering Haotian Tower. Her actress was also 11 during the tragic massacre of her tribe, and she began a new life as a little orchid flower spirit hidden in the mortal realm.

(*We know that the Battle of Two Tribes occurred soon after the death of DFQC’s father because XLH tells his father’s spirit in ep. 17 that 30,000 years have passed since his death).

Early 20s

The immortals Xunfeng, DFQC and Changheng have the appearance of young men aged 21, 22 and 23 (the age of their actors during filming) and represent the early 20s demographic in human appearance! 30,000 years have now passed and their immortal ages are around 35,000 for Xunfeng, 30,500 for Changheng, and 39,000 years for DFQC. (Sadly for DFQC, his body had been unconscious over these 30,000 years while imprisoned in Haotian tower, but his disembodied spirit had stayed conscious and pounded on the Haotian matrix every day.)

Thus immortals aged 30,000 to 40,000 years seem to take on the appearance of humans in their early 20s. Wouldn’t it be great to stay 21 for thousands of years?! :D

Early 30s

The ages of most of the other characters are unknown, but we have one more clue from an older immortal! We know that Supreme Liyuan is aged over 80,000 years, as he tells “Changheng” in ep. 12 that he is over 50,000 years older than him, and Changheng himself is aged ~30,500 years. Physically, Liyuan’s human appearance is mostly that of a 33-year-old man (the age of his actor during filming). What is strange about his appearance is his hair, which had turned white during the Battle of Two Tribes and never recovered – more on this phenomenon further down.

The Immortal ageing process

Based on the clues LBFAD gave us, here is my take on the ageing process for immortal beings born to immortal parents. Plant spirits, and animal spirits (mentioned in the novel but not the drama) that cultivate into human form are discussed separately below.

Hair turning white

We sometimes see the hair of immortals turning white when they are drained of their energy and cultivation. It happens to three immortals in LBFAD. The first is Ronghao – he uses up half of his cultivation to heal Changheng in ep. 13. His face and lips drain of blood and his hair starts to turn white.

DFQC’s hair also turned white during the Battle of Two Tribes. First he was weakened by his battle with Lady Chidi, then Lord Dong, Supreme Liyuan and the entire High Council of Shuiyuntian ganged up on him, separating his body and spirit and imprisoning both with the Haotian matrix. It also turns white when he is possessed by Taisui in ep. 36.

Back to Supreme Liyuan. Along with the others in the Heavenly High Council, he poured his spiritual energy into creating the powerful magical seal of the Haotian matrix 30,000 years ago. Liyuan is one of Lord Dong’s peers, and he and Lord Dong likely worked especially hard to seal DFQC. The process was so draining for Lord Dong that he has been in seclusion since then, leaving his son Yunzhong in charge. Liyuan managed to stay out of seclusion but his hair hasn’t been the same since! It used to be black during the scenes where he enters fatherhood but now seems to be permanently white. (Assuming Danyin and Jieli were born shortly before the Battle of Two Tribes, this would make them around Changheng’s age).

Cultivated spirits

XLH is a special case and has lived three lives in LBFAD (In her third life, she tells Changheng in ep. 35 that she remembers her previous two lives). In the first, she aged “normally” as above after being born to immortal parents. In the second and third of her lives, she cultivates directly into adult human form from a plant spirit form after cultivating for a period of time. This is what generally happens for plant and animal spirits cultivating into human form in Xianxia.

In XLH’s second life, she was an orchid plant in the mortal realm for 28,500 years or less (or so Siming told her). Time runs faster in the mortal realm, where a few hours in the immortal realm is equal to a few months in the mortal realm. Then Siming brought her to Arbiter Hall, cared for her, and she transformed into human form! At the start of LBFAD, she is 1,500 years old (as she says in ep. 2) and mentally a young girl on the brink of adulthood. She then quickly matures through the drama.

In XLH’s third life, DFQC meticulously cared for her orchid form so well every day that her transformation process is much shorter! (the drama doesn’t specify how long but it took ten years in the novel). After transforming this time, she retains the memories of her previous two lives, and is a mature and responsible goddess with the appearance of a woman in her early 20s.

Lived experience

The lived experience of both DFQC and XLH was interrupted early. DFQC was aged only ~9,000 years when he was imprisoned in Haotian tower. XLH was similarly aged when her tribe was massacred and she was reverted back to a plant spirit with no human form. The child actors for both were 11 during these tragic events. XLH re-emerges 1,500 years prior to the start of LBFAD, then frees DFQC in ep. 1. Thus compared with other “young” characters like Xunfeng and Changheng, their total lived experience is much less, and they are most comparable (and compatible! :D ) with each other.

Here is a link to my article: Character Names in LBFAD – Meaning and Significance

All of my LBFAD articles can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

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sillysillygoofygoose · 9 months

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Melancholic; Crying During Sex

fucked up ex toji x broken hearted pathetic reader

cw: angst, toxic relationship, dacryphilia, manipulation, mentions of substance abuse, domestic violence if you really squint but this is really more of a warning if you're sensitive to that. Please be careful while reading this <3 MDNI

"Thought you never wanted to see me again... what happened?"

The humming vibrations of his deep voice ricocheted off the off-white walls, straight to your heart.

"Just... just sit down, Toji." You sigh, shamefully focusing on the dirty shag carpet installed in the beaten down motel. It must've been older than you.

He trudged over to the messily made bed, grunting as his knees folded, decreasing his much larger height slightly. Slowly, his eyes travel from his twiddling thumbs up, up, up, to your face for the first time in months. He felt the waves of his yearning heart crash against his once proud chest. You glance up, meeting his intense gaze, and you immediately feel the wind be knocked out of your tired lungs. Tired of yelling, tired of sighing, tired of crying. Deeply inhaling, you feel your eyes slowly well up, quickly looking away.

"I don't know why you're the one crying. Aren't you the one who 'can't even look at me anymore'? Where did that fire go, sweetheart?" He attempted to smile, knowing his jab would stab deep. However, all he could produce was a broken smirk, feeling his heart throb against his will, an act of betrayal committed by his own body.

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"God Toji, look at you! You've been acting so... different. You've changed." Your voice slowly faded more and more as your exclamation continued. You busy yourself, packing as much as you can into a small luggage bag, minutes from leaving.

"Aren't we supposed to? Who are you to judge me? Don't act like you're some fucking saint." Toji pointed his finger in your face, moving closer to you. You aggressively slap his hand away, face souring as he progressively grows harsher.

"Get the fuck out of my face. Don't you fucking touch me, asshole. Not after what you did last night." There it is, the cause of the current argument. After downing God knows how many beers and sniffing up a grainy white line, Toji was out of his fucking mind. Yelling, trashing the house, screaming at you. It was horrifying, nerve-wracking.

"Listen, I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry, okay? You know I'm trying to quit, trying to get better. I will get better. I just need you. Aren't you supposed to be here for me? Love me no matter what?" He held out his hands to you, sharp eyes begging you to stay. You promised him that, "no matter what"... how could you break a promise?

"I- I really can't... I can't even look at you anymore. It hurts too much. It's tearing me apart, Toji. It's all too much."

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"Is it too much, baby?" Toji plunged deep inside you while you grasp onto his shoulders, tears freely falling down your flushed cheeks.

"No, no it's not too much... fuck- feels good." You whine in response, chest heaving up and down. The air shared between you was hot and thick, overwhelming in your lungs.

"Then why are you crying? Huh?" He leans over, licking a salty drop from your sorrowful but pleasured face.

"Toji~ Toji it hurts so bad!" You grip the sheets, his slow sensual thrusts making your flooded eyes roll back.

"I'm hurting you baby? Do we need to stop?" Toji grows worried as your tears only increase, the scene inappropriately erotic. You look tragically beautiful. Painfully gorgeous.

"No, no, no, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop. I need you." Legs snap around his toned waist, pulling him even closer to you.

He was making love to you. Love. It hurt more than anything he's ever done. Not because of the sweet abuse of your tight hole, but because of the handprint he's leaving on your weeping heart. The burning hot feeling in your chest was unexplainable, the pain of pure emotion building up in your system.

"Come here sweetheart." You're gathered up in his muscular arms, sitting on his lap as he drills up into you. You rest your tired, confused head on his shoulder, attempting to muffle your gut wrenching cries into his neck. His cologne is disgustingly familiar, provoking your senses as you cling to him.

His head falls on yours as he holds your shaking body, chasing his high. He grimaced at the harsh feeling of tears prickling at the side of his cold eyes.

"I know, my sweet girl, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you going to cum with me?" The pain present in his voice as he softly bounces you on his dick, quickly wiping away the tear that slipped down his cheekbone.

You simply nodded, unable to even think about verbally responding. Tears run down two sets of cheeks as an orgasm is tenderly shared, breathing synced together.

Sobs wrack your body as Toji lays you on the grimy, thin motel sheets. The flickering dingy lights only added to the tortured essence your heartbroken beauty emitted.

He gently kissed your cheek, his tears mixing with your own.

"I will get better."

I've been lied to

Now I'm fuzzy

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

#SoundCloud #jjk x reader #fem reader #size difference #age difference #jjk toji #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #18+ content #toji smut #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #mutual pinning

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nelmyriel · 6 months

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As far as I can see, a significant part of Nocturne audience haven’t heard about the official radio drama “Nocturne of Recollection”, which confirms Alucard’s feelings for adult (18 y.o.) Maria in some way. (All the complaints should be addressed to Konami :D)

To the main part. One of the flashbacks tells us that — several centuries before SotN — Alucard’s servant, Lyudmil, told his master about the festival where Lisa’s favorite flowers were used:

“Once a year, young men express their love to girls with garlands made of these flowers”.

At the end of the radio show, Alucard and Maria are alone in a blooming field. When Alucard draws the lady’s attention to beautiful flowers growing nearby, she is willing to gather some. Then the Tragic Prince remembers deceased Lyudmil, whispering under his breath:

“Whitе garlands?.. I should have said ‘Yes’ when you offered me a lesson how to make them”.

The authors imply that the dhampir and the huntress stay together after this episode.

P.S. I hope you understand Alumaria/Mariacard admirers a little better now.

So, did Konami plan for Maria and Alucard to be a couple? Definitely yes. Did they manage to reveal their relationship well? This is up to you.

And I remind you that Alumaria fan base has formed around adult Maria. All the adequate viewers support the idea that Adrian and young (16 y.o.) Maria should have a purely platonic love, but most gamers consider their romance after the time skip as a partial analogue of Lisa and Dracula. (This is fantasy, my friends — the laws of our world don’t work for a 300+ y.o. dude. In addition, the game universe compensated Adrian’s questionable age with vampire hibernation: roughly speaking, his intellectual growth had been frozen for centuries, so mentally he was not much older than his passion).

My personal opinion: we have a basis for a story about true noble love, but it’s all in writers’ hands.

If you want to argue — argue with Charlotte Aulin.

P.P.S. Pardon my English.

#Castlevania #Castlevania Nocturne #Nocturne of Recollection #Maria Renard #Alucard #Alumaria #Mariacard #Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes #Symphony of the Night #SotN #Netflix

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storysprite · 3 months

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Resplendor of the Gods - Gloria Matri. Gloria Filio. In Saecula Saeculorum.

About Resplendor:

(Part 1 of 3)

The anniversary of Raiden Makoto's death was for Ei the most painful time of any year. A reminder of when, as far as Ei is concerned, Inazuma lost its true light. Of which, in her mind, she is only a shadow.

It did not help matters that her son was also first awakened on the anniversary of this tragic day, which to Ei was a foreboding sign.

For this reason, she had at first not released to the public the divine name of her firstborn. As though to shelter it and therefore her son from the fate of the world.

It was not until she realised that on the worst of days, and through any pain her son felt, that Ei's smile was able to restore life and light to his countenance. That to her son, she was not merely a shadow. But the very light of his life.

As such, on one particular anniversary of Makoto's death and the celebration of the boy's life, the Narukami chose to reveal to her son a divine secret.

"Resplendor?" asked the young lad, sitting at the table of Tenshukaku's secluded garden which overlooked the whole of Inazuma City.

"That is correct," said Ei setting down a plate of homemade Tamago Kake Gohan. She smiled seeing that her son no longer recoiled at the sight of her cooking. A sure sign of improvement ever since taking lessons from her familiar Yae Miko.

"You mean light?" asked the boy chomping down his rice, just before correcting himself with a 'sorry' for talking with his mouthful.

Ei reached across the table and gave him a gentle pat on the head in acknowledgement of his ever-growing sense of etiquette.

Then she answered him: "Resplendor is more than light. That's just how most in the mortal world see it before they get to understand what it is. If ever."

The boy finished his third bite and then asked, "So what is it then?"

"Resplendor is the Poetry of Life made manifest," answered Ei.

"The Poetry of Life?"

"The Poetry of Life is the enchantment born of what the world is and how we experience it. A power at the very cusp of reality that rests in between life and lore. Dreaming and waking. Truth and tale," said Ei. "It lives in the love of two infatuated young people who can't help but see the other as perfect. And the love between those who've been together for years, who see each other's flaws as part of the tapestry of their life together and delight in the beauty of a bigger picture.

"It lives in the toy that to others is just one among many. But to a child, it's an irreplaceable gift given by their parent. The Poetry of Life lives in the legends people cling to that are more important than the events they recount. You experience it all the time without realising it.

“Resplendor is the power of Gods to experience this sublime poetry as a real world in and of itself. To see and experience parts of reality in a way mortals can't. But also to bring parts of that bountiful realm into the world to beautify reality and bring about new works on the tapestry of fate. That's why stories of the Gods and their powers sound so mystical. The stories themselves are a part of that Resplendor. And the divine light mortals often see is the most accessible form it can visually take."

(Part 2 of 3)

In awe of his mother's sayings, perhaps captured by the Resplendor of the moment the boy had long forgotten his meal and sat spoon in hand lingering on her every word.

"Woah," he finally managed to say. Ei smiled. Had this been any other child she would have imagined that her words had gone over their head.

But her son was a bright boy who had more 'whys' on his lips than the number of Sakura petals in all of Inazuma. And each answer he got would normally be followed by a question more complex or insightful than the ones before.

"Can every God use Resplendor?" he asked.

"In other words, is this something you can use now. But I'm going to tell you to wait till you're older. But you're going to try anyway and then hurt yourself and I'm going to have to ground you over and over because getting hurt the first time won't be enough to stop you trying again?" asked Ei.

The boy held a serious face for a few seconds. But the mask quickly slipped as he left out a sly smirk.

"Using Resplendor can occur naturally. But most of the time deliberate use takes years of practice," said Ei.

"Do you use it a lot?" asked the boy.

"I use it more now since you've been born. But in the past, that was my Raiden Makoto's area of focus. And we still see it today reflected in the beauty of this land, its people and culture," said Ei. "But using Resplendor saps from the same kind of divine life that Gods pour into the more commonly known manifestations of power. Particularly the kind you see in battle. As a seasoned warrior who has spent much of her life in defence of Inazuma against outside threats, my divine power has turned more towards manifesting this kind of force in the real world than going into and drawing from the realm of Resplendor."

The boy looked confused. "But there are plenty of warrior Gods who have stories filled with Resplendor or mystical powers. You as well," said the boy.

"Yes but these types of Gods tend to have less of them than other Gods," answered his mother. "And their Resplendor tends to manifest in the heat of battle. Which has its unique flavour of glory. But it's the kind that if you indulge in too much without the right heart, will lead to that deity having a Resplendor that tends more towards pure terror than awe. Darkness rather than light.

The dark and tainted glory of monsters, malovent spirits and beasts of the deep. Which is why Gods who don't focus on battle, tend to have a Resplendor that are more... uplifting."

"Like Uncle Venti or Aunt Nahida," said the boy.

"Exactly," answered his mother. "But for Venti often that's just him being jolly after a few drinks, rather than Resplendor. Although... it may be a unique sort of his own making."

(Part 3 of 3)

The two shared a laugh in the garden, warmed by the rising sun which heralded the dawn of day as bright as their smiles.

But soon after, the brightness on Ei's face dimmed down to a more sombre tone.

"So later on..." she started. "When we get our royal portrait done, you'll be able to use it in the future to recapture the Resplendor of our time spent on this day. A lovely Memento should the time come when I'm no longer around."

"Erosion..." said the boy with a heavy heart. He lifted his head towards the sky and narrowed his eyes with disgust at the island floating far above them.

"Yes," said Ei. "It seems that Erosion is a dark Resplendor cast upon the world by The One Who Came."

"Can't you cast it off with your Resplendor?" her son asked, desperate for any sign of hope on her face.

"Perhaps... If I cut myself off as much as I can from the throne of the heavens, forsook the mortal realm entirely and secluded myself for ages to come in deep meditation then there is a chance that this might be achieved," said Ei. "But the chances are slim and should they be altered of this because I made a mistake by not being detached enough, Inazumans are the ones who will face a most terrible curse just like... No.

“My heart is too close to the world for me to achieve it. Were I still grieving Makoto perhaps I'd find the strength to do so. But... Now... I have you."

The boy did not look comforted by these words.

"So it's my fault that you can't get stronger?" he whimpered.

"Fault?" said Ei. Immediately she rushed to his side and took him into her embrace.

"You are no fault," she said. "I have willingly poured into you the best of my Resplendors. That you may grow and nurture it and one day be free from the power of the One Who Came. That is my desire. For you to be happy and free. And to my surprise, I discovered that by giving myself up for you in this way, I have poured a Resplendor that transcends the laws of this world and planted within you the seeds of your redemption. And perhaps of Inazuma and all of Teyvat as well. You are no fault, my dear boy. If anything, you are my strength. And perhaps one day you will find others in like spirit as yourself."

"Don't worry Mother," said the boy, taking his turn to pat her on the head for once. "I'll help save you and all of Teyvat. Then we can be together forever."

Ei smiled at her dear and precious son. "Of that," she said. "I have no doubt.”

#genshin fanart #genshin impact #inazuma #raiden ei #raiden shogun #electro archon #raiden makoto #raiden shogun and scaramouche #scaramouche #wanderer

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nayialovecat · 7 months

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The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 29. Meat

Day 29. Meat Crossover: The Addams Family Finally, Bendy has the family he fully deserves and fits into! Joey Drew is so dead at the moment... :] The Addams family are one of the most supportive and helping each other families in pop culture!

I love The Addams Family! I'm a really big fan and so far there hasn't been a series that would discourage me (yes, I watched the latest animations, yes, they are embarrassing in places and don't fully capture the spirit of Addams, but they are not so tragically bad that I would suffer while watching them ). The only thing I haven't seen at least partially yet is theatre performance about The Addams Family. But they've been playing it since November at the Syrena Theater in Warsaw, so maybe I'll go there soon :)

Everyone has or has had some unrealistic patterns or models in their lives that they have tried to equal on. Whether it was the figure or appearance of a model or actress, the perfect boyfriend you want to meet from a TV show, or amazing skills in reality show... I had such an ideal - a perfect marriage. And it was Gomez and Morticia Addams. For me, they are the model of a perfect couple who complement each other perfectly and love each other, and are also really charming separately. Few people remember it, because newer productions have lost it, but in older series Morticia devoted herself to the hobby of growing dangerous and beautiful plants, such as carnivorous plants, poison ivy - and roses (because of the thorns; but she always cut off the flowers). She was also a painter and an excellent fencer (the only one to defeat Gomez in this field). And at the same time a loving and supportive mother and wife. At the same time - an icon of sexuality, charm and grace - simply an ideal woman and for me - an unsurpassed role model. I love her character - and that's why her presentation in these two parts of the newest animation hurts me the most, where they turned her into an anorexic skeleton with a domineering, uncompromising character. What happened to my sensitive and supportive Morticia, who likes to be tortured from time to time? Eh...

I also like Wednesday, Lurch (by the way, until I saw the spelling of his name, I was sure his name was Large), Thing, Fester... well, there's actually no character I don't like. Seriously, I'm a huge fan. So when it turned out that I no longer had room for any Addams-related entry, I was a bit sad. And then I said: hell no! I can eliminate Adventure Time (which pissed me off with the ending of the main plot of the series), move Cult of the Lamb in its place, and in ITS place present Morticia in her natural environment! Of course, feeding raw meat to her beloved Cleopatra. Ta-da!

Style of drawing characters was based primarily on the cartoon from 1992 (Hanna-Barbera studio), but I tried to give them a bit of my own style. If I wasn't pressed for time, I would probably colour this art entirely in shades of gray - but I only have one day left and about 1.5 pictures to colour, so... I'm giving it to you as it is - and I think it's great anyway.

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. The Addams Family (c) Charles Samuel Addams Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Sammy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #SATIM #The Addams Family #Bendy #Ink Bendy #Ink Demon #Morticia Addams #Wednesday Addams #Pugsley Addams #Cleopatra Addams #poor roses X'D #The Ink Demonth 2023 #crossover

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starpirateee · 2 months

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I mean you know i’m always a sucker for Holy Bastard if you wanna write some of that (be it high school or present day, I love anything w them) :)

Holy bastard... Wow, I can't even blame anyone else here can I? Brought this on myself... Well, I'm always happy to provide smth for these tragic ass gays

I can offer you... *Checks notebook* possessed!Ted?

There was something deeply wrong with Ted. Mark had been with and around him long enough to know how he acted. He was awkward, and barely knew how to keep his composure.

So when he suddenly gained an extra flourish of confidence and a suave new edge, Mark immediately knew to assume that something was wrong. Still, he tried to pretend like nothing was happening, because for all he knew, it was just a trick of his mind. Making him see Ted in a completely different light so he would seem less appealing.

It wasn't until he got closer that he really realised what was happening, but by then, it was too late to stop it.

The two of them had walked together back to Ted's place after class that day. Since they convened that morning, and he first noticed it, Mark had been meaning to ask if Ted was feeling okay. There was something ever so slightly wrong with him, and even if he couldn't place what it was, it was recognisable.

But, they'd separated after first period, and the need to ask had died down with every other opportunity. But now was a good time. Now, when there was nobody else around. Now, when he had to face Ted or nothing alone. When they'd started going out, the two of them had decided that the relationship was enough of a secret, therefore nothing else should be.

"Teddy, uh... Are you okay?"

Best to rip the bandage off. Whatever happened... Happened.

"Sure, why'd you ask?" Ted hummed, not turning to face him as he worked on re-stacking a pile of books that were threatening to fall across his bedroom floor.

"You seemed... Different this morning, and I haven't had the chance to ask about it." It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was he'd seen, but there was a certain spark residing in Ted's eyes, that Mark's rampant imagination had compared to a stagnant hunger, waiting to be unleashed.

Ted turned around suddenly, and Mark's brow creased in worry. he had been right, there was something wrong. And that something was that the hunger had taken over, leaving behind a strange golden hue shining in his eyes. In more ways than one, it was beautiful, but it was far from natural, and borderline terrifying when Mark really thought about it.

"Uh, Teddy-?"

"I don't know what you're worried about, Mark!" Ted mused in a voice that barely sounded like his own. He approached step by step, eyeing Mark up and down, and in that moment, Mark felt rather like a prey animal being hunted. It was ennough to send a shiver up his spine.

When Ted finally reached him, he laid a sturdy hand on his shoulder. "I'm better than okay! I've never felt more alive!" And with that, he pulled him into a kiss before he could think to protest, deep and passionate and altogether very unlike him. Mark couldn't fight it, and part of him wanted to just give in to it. How bad could it possibly be anyway? He leaned in ever so slightly closer, feeling Ted's lips curl into a satisfied grin.

Mark's eyes fluttered shut. In the space he was left with- some apartment building, by the looks of things- he could see himself, looking a good twenty years older, and another man he only recognised because he'd spent more than long enough staring into those eyes.

Ted.

But, unlike him, Ted had changed a lot. His hair had grown longer, he'd actually managed to grow and maintain a moustache, and he looked vaguely like he'd been lacking a good night's sleep for a while. Mark stood in observance for a while, watching himself. Watching Ted. Seeing how much the two of them had changed.

"You can't just come back after all this time and pretend everything's okay. It doesn't work like that, man." Ted's voice was stiff with disdain, thick with something that may have been regret, and may have been downright anger. "You have your life, let me live mine."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Ted! I want what the two of us had!" Ted pushed past him, storming into the hallway without saying another word. Mark's hand curled at his side, unsure if he wanted to protest or dispel his own bubbling anger. "C'mon, don't be like that-"

"What? Fair? Face it, we were over a long time ago, we were never meant to be." Ted muttered as he turned his head. His brown eyes burned off the fuel of whatever had just gone on. "Move on. We both know you have better options that crawling back to me."

"Ted-"

"Leave me the fuck alone. You ruined us. Don't come crawling back now after everything."

Mark's eyes snapped open, and with a force he'd never quite seen in himself, he pushed Ted back enough to separate them."What was that-" he breathed, staring into the golden eyes of the thing inside of Ted.

"Just a glimpse, that's all!"

"Of what?'

"Us, of course! We've always been so interesting together, don't you think?!"

#starkid #holy bastard #ted spankoffski #mark chasity #void offering #star mail #nova's tags →#i hope this ship never dies honest to god #mr curt mega knows about it and thats funny as fuck #i enjoy being here writing for these awful bitches #so... why not make it worse? this idea has been brewing in my head for a while #i may as well instigate it

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 7 months

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Kinktober entry #1

Pairing: Dark!Blaise Zambini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Kink: Monster F*cking

A/N: I think I'll do Roderick next. And let's pretend the wizarding war didn't happen yet, for the plot😁.

Warnings: p in v, oral sex, blood purist ideologies, somewhat obsessive behavior, possible dub-con.

Summary: Blaise takes after his mother much more than he cares to admit.

Word Count: 2k

It was well-known how convincing Blaise’s mother could be. One dead husband is unfortunate, two is a tragic coincidence, but three is a pattern. So far she had seven dead husbands and all their riches to show for it, and one would think that men would steer clear. But that is the weakness of men they just can’t resist a woman as beautiful as Madeline.

The truth about her deadly nature is that she is a descendant of a family full of Succubi. Each generation before her strangely only had daughters and thus their gifts were always passed down. Madeline was the first to have a baby boy, and as he grew older it was hard to tell if he inherited the gift.

At first, she watched his behavior like a hawk looking for the signs that her mother saw in her. Soon she realized that he was the first boy and there was a chance he’d manifest his powers differently. When it was time to send him to Hogwarts she was fairly confident that he didn’t take after her side.

Growing up Blaise had gotten used to men coming and going, and he never judged his mother for her unconventional lifestyle. But the older he got the more questions he had and it wasn’t like he could outright ask his mother. How does one go about asking why mommy’s husbands keep dying? So he did what he did best, watch.

He didn’t really remember the first three husbands because he didn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. However, the last four husbands he observed with a notebook. By the time their deaths happened it was almost like they just gave up, their vitality was sucked right out of them. On their wedding day, they would be full of life and joy but on their death bed they were pale with sunken cheeks. A fraction of who they once were.

Blaise is a smart boy, and while he completed his first year of studies at Hogwarts he looked up the type of creatures that could have such an effect. By the time he returned to his mother’s villa for summer in Italy, he knew exactly what she was. The question on his mind was if he too held that same kind of power.

In year four he started to see his effect on the girls around him. They would send love letters and cookies laced with love potions. He would throw them all out, not wanting to choose the wrong girl. He had no idea how to tell who the right girl would be but he was a patient person. By the time year 6 rolled around, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts observing the viable partners for him, eliminating muggle-borns and blood traitors. He wanted his bloodline to remain strong and carry the gifts of his lineage.

All his patience led him straight to you, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff that couldn’t possibly know what the touch of a man felt like. Blaise noticed you through the years, a teacher’s pet that was made into a prefect. So eager to please the professors, he couldn’t wait until he was on the receiving end. You would be pliable and unlike his mother, he would cherish you. He found that there was a balance in these types of relationships.

The moment he decided to pounce was when he went to the astronomy tower hoping for some alone time only to find you. There you sat peacefully with your notebook. Though he wouldn’t mind looking at you all night that’s all he had thus far.

“Great minds think alike.” His voice startled the silence you were enjoying. “I like to come up here for peace too.”

“Oh, I was just about to leave.” You stand and walk over to the stairs to give him space but he steps in front of you.

“That’s not necessary love.” Despite his reputation around school, you find his eyes inviting.

“What brought you up here?” Since it’s just the two of you there was no point sitting in silence.

“Trying to fend off some of my more belligerent suitors.” Blaise leaned against the railing and looked out at the expansive land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Must be hard having so many women falling at your feet.” The sarcasm that laces your voice brings a small smile to his face. He was going to enjoy you.

“Not when you don’t want to entertain any of them.” He grimaces as he thinks of some of the unwanted advances. As much as he appreciated the power his mother gifted him, it had its downsides.

“Ah, I forgot I was talking to a blood purist with high standards.” As alluring as you find him his ideologies bring you back to reality. You may not be muggle-born but you didn’t subscribe to blood hierarchy.

“What other people do is their business, but I prefer non-muggle-born witches.” Blaise feels you coming closer, unable to resist his charms.

“Except when those beliefs cause innocent deaths.” You turn to fully face him while you call out his nonchalant demeanor.

“I don’t agree with killing muggles if that’s what you’re implying,” His hand traces its way up your arm before lifting your chin. “I would simply have my wife bear as many pure-blooded children as possible.”

His words, as disgustingly purist as they are, cause your heart to speed up in excitement. The thought of carrying his children sounds appealing. Now all you can think about is him pumping his seed into until it takes. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to quell the pleasure his words give you. Almost as if you were under a spell you follow him as he guides you away from the railing and backs you into the wall.

“Are you gonna be my sweet little wife that takes every last drop I give you?” His low voice is in your ear while his hands travel all over your body. The rapid rise and fall of your chest makes it hard for you to speak so you nod your head eagerly at his question.

Blaise takes your answer as a promise and begins to kneel in front of your core. Even with him below you, he holds all the power. His hands travel up your skirt to gently pull down your panties as he makes eye contact with you. For the first time, you don’t find yourself wanting to break it.

He raises your skirt enough to put his head under it, as he kisses his way up your inner thighs he wraps your left leg over his shoulder. You almost jolt off the wall when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The small moans that leave your mouth increase in volume when his tongue works in tandem with his lips.

With nothing to grab onto you throw your head back against the wall and let your arms run along the wood panel. The scratch marks that are bound to be left when he’s finished are no worry of yours. His tongue drags along your clit in the most delicious way that you can’t help when your hips begin to buck.

Blaise’s deep-seated hunger is insatiable upon hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He revels in your hips bucking into his mouth demanding more, and he would give you anything. Your eyes roll back as the pressure that sits in your belly builds, your body has a mind of its own chasing after his mouth.

“Blaise,” you say his name like a prayer and he groans into your pussy sending your orgasm hurdling through you. The volume of your screams doesn’t matter, nothing except for his mouth coaxing you through the euphoric waves being sent through your body. Gently he places your leg back down on the ground but keeps a firm grip on your legs.

His captivating face was glistening from the moonlight that poured into the tower. As soon as he stood to his full height you wrapped your arms around his neck before planting your lips on his. The taste of you on his lips only spurred you on, a ravenous need for more enveloped you. He knew exactly what you needed and he had no problem obliging you.

The smacking of your lips working together causes you to almost miss the sound of his zipper and belt being undone. Sinful moans transfer from your mouth to his as he hoists you up against the wall, with your skirt bunched around your waist. His strength surprises you but you don't have much time to dwell when you feel him dragging himself between your lips.

“Please.” While begging for more your hands dig into Blaise’s shoulders.

“I knew you would be the one.” His confession is overshadowed by him finally slipping into you. He exhales a relieved groan the further he sinks himself in you. The way he stretches your walls little by little has you incoherently babbling nonsense. Blaise cradles his head in the curve of your neck as he rocks into you at an increasing pace. His rough hands grip your waist which is surely going to leave bruises tomorrow but you can’t find focus enough to care.

So many of the girls in your year talked about how their boyfriends couldn’t get them off. Not with fingers, mouth, or their dick. But Blaise is intoxicating and all you can think about is how his pelvis is rubbing your clit perfectly. You can feel him panting on your neck and you feel yourself clenching around him.

Unlike the first one your second orgasm doesn’t have a build-up, it blossoms after one of his deeper strokes. His hips lose their consistent speed and you know he’s close. When he spills his seed into you he keeps you in his arms, needing to make sure it took. You were so unaware you ended up falling asleep while you laid your head on his shoulder.

Blaise gave it five minutes before he finally put you down and put your panties back on you. Since he just fed off of you he had no doubt he would be able to apparate to your dorm. He was at an all-time high as he carefully placed you in bed. He found a clean washcloth and wiped you up as much as he could before tucking you in.

…….

In the dining hall, you sat in the Hufflepuff section waiting for your friends to join you. Waking up this morning was so peaceful, you slept like the dead. The nasty memories of last night had you smiling all through your beauty routine. You practically skipped to the dining room and gained some odd looks for your apparent happiness.

A hand wrapped around your waist before two legs were facing your side. Blaise swoops down beside you and kisses your cheek without hesitation. Words were halted at the display of affection, although Blaise had all the girls at Hogwarts swooning he never gave them the time of day.

“What are you doing?” You keep your eyes focused on him to avoid looking at the hundreds of eyes staring at you.

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?” His declaration of your relationship has your face burning. He can see the surprise on your face and tells you, “I thought I made my intentions with you clear last night.”

The devoted smile on your face as you look at him reassures him he chose the right girl.

When it’s time for you to come with him to his mother's estate in Italy she is surprised, but welcoming. She never thought Blaise would get into a relationship anytime soon. After talking with the two of you it was clear as day, that same smile was present on her previous husband’s faces. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared for you or thrilled for her son, but ultimately the excitement of the grandbaby clouded her vision.

#blaise zabini x female reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter #slytherin #slytherpuff #hufflepuff #monster #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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the-goldenbunny-diaries · 9 months

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The Woman In The Portrait

⚢ Pairing - Sana x reader

✎ Word Count - 1.4k

☆ Genre - Angst

♡ Description - You stumble upon an abandoned house and find yourself mesmerized with the portrait on the wall (A/N: so much inspiration came from this picture that I had to write something)

*note: italicized text either happens in your head or is a flashback of sorts, bold text is text happening out loud in the present*

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In the heart of a sleepy countryside, you stumble upon an old abandoned house, hidden amongst overgrown foliage. The place exudes an air of mystery and intrigue, beckoning you to explore its forgotten halls. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you venture inside, stepping cautiously over creaky floorboards and through dusty corridors.

As you roam the dilapidated rooms, a sense of nostalgia mixed with an eerie sensation settles upon you. Amidst the decay, you discover a faded, ornate frame hanging on the wall. Enclosed within the frame is a portrait of a strikingly beautiful young woman. Her long, dark brown hair cascades like silk down her shoulders, and she wears a resplendent white dress that seems to glow in the dim light. Her captivating eyes hold an enchanting allure that draws your gaze.

"Who could she be? And why is her portrait still here?"

Strangely, the woman in the portrait appears eerily lifelike, as though her eyes follow you around the room. You exchange puzzled glances, wondering who this mesmerizing figure might have been and why her picture adorns the wall of this abandoned place.

"It's as if she's watching me."

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a haunting twilight glow over the house, you can't resist investigating further. You delve deeper into the house's history, hoping to unravel the enigma surrounding the captivating woman in the portrait.

"I need to know more about this place and its history. There's something about her story that's pulling me in."

Through your research, you discover that the house belonged to a wealthy family from a bygone era. Legend has it that the young woman in the portrait is named Sana. She was said to have vanished mysteriously on the eve of her wedding, and her disappearance remains unsolved.

As you continue your relentless pursuit of the truth behind Sana's mysterious disappearance, the presence of the house becomes increasingly oppressive. The whispers grow louder, and shadows seem to dance in the corners of your vision. Every step feels heavy, as if an unseen force is trying to deter you from unveiling the secrets hidden within these walls.

Determined to unravel the mystery, you seek out the wisdom of the local historian, an elderly man named Park Jinyoung, known for his extensive knowledge of the town's history and legends. His eyes gleam with curiosity as you share your discoveries and the strange encounters with the portrait of Sana.

"Ah, young adventurer, you've stumbled upon a tale that has haunted this town for generations. The story of Sana is as tragic as it is enigmatic. Many have tried to decipher her fate, but the answers have always eluded us." He says.

You look at him with curious eyes. "Do you believe there's any truth to the legend? Could Sana's spirit still be lingering here?"

The older man strokes his white beard thoughtfully, his eyes distant with reminiscence. "There are some who claim to have witnessed strange occurrences, attributing them to Sana's restless spirit. Whether it's merely superstition or something more, I cannot say for certain. But there's no denying the house holds a peculiar energy, as if it yearns to reveal its secrets."

Your perk up a bit after his last few words. "I've seen her portrait. It's as if she's trying to communicate with me, calling for help."

"Ah yes,” He says. “The eyes of the departed can have a way of speaking to the living. They say the past and present sometimes intertwine in mysterious ways, especially in a place burdened by such history."

Feeling a newfound sense of determination, you share your plans to uncover the truth and bring closure to Sana's spirit. "I won't rest until I find out what happened to her and give her the peace she deserves."

The man smiles but shakes his head. "A noble endeavor, my dear. But tread carefully, for some tales are better left undisturbed. The past can be a haunting place, and not all spirits welcome the intrusion of the living."

You nod, understanding the gravity of his advice. As you bid farewell to the wise historian, you carry with you a mix of trepidation and excitement. The weight of the mystery ahead is immense, but you are resolute in your quest for the truth. Armed with the knowledge you've gained and the support of those who believe in your cause, you set out to unravel the enigma surrounding Sana and the abandoned house. Little do you know that this journey will not only change the course of history for the town but also leave an indelible mark on your own soul.

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One stormy night, as lightning flashes through the broken windows, you find yourself standing before the haunting portrait of Sana. Her eyes seem to pierce through your very soul, and a chill runs down your spine. With trembling hands, you reach out to touch the portrait, and to your shock, it feels warm to the touch.

"This can't be real. But it is. It's like she's trying to communicate with me."

A shiver courses through your body as you realize that the boundary between the past and the present is blurring. The line that separates reality from the ethereal realm fades away, and Sana's spirit seems to merge with the world around you.

"Help me... find the truth..." Sana whispers to you

"Sana? Can you hear me? I'll do my best to help you, but I need to understand what happened." You yell.

Suddenly, you find yourself transported back in time, standing in a grand hall adorned with flickering candlelight. There, you witness a tragic scene unfolding before your eyes. Sana, in her resplendent white dress, stands frozen in fear as her jealous sister Momo confronts her, her face contorted with rage and envy. "You think you're so special, don't you? Well, you won't ruin my life with your beauty and charm!"

In a moment of sheer desperation, Momo’s anger escalates, and she raises her hand to strike Sana. The echo of the slap resounds through the hall, and you watch in horror as Sana stumbles backward, her head hitting the edge of a table.

"This can't be happening! I can't just stand by and watch." You say as you try to run toward Sana’s unmoving body. However, the world around you fades into darkness, and you feel an overwhelming sense of sorrow and injustice.

When you come to your senses, you find yourself back in the present, the storm still raging outside. The portrait of Sana now exudes a melancholic aura, and her eyes seem to be filled with unspoken pain. You realize that Sana's spirit is trapped within the confines of the house, unable to move on until her story is fully unraveled. With a heavy heart, you resolve to bring closure to Sana's tormented soul. Through your relentless efforts, you discover the truth about her tragic fate and confront her jealous sister’s descendants. As you reveal the long-concealed secrets, a profound sadness fills the air.

As you stand before the portrait of Sana once again, her once melancholic eyes now shimmer with gratitude. The atmosphere around you seems to shift, a soft glow enveloping her ethereal form. At that moment, the boundary between the past and present blurs once more, and Sana's spirit emerges from the painting, stepping out into the world before you.

Sana's voice, soft and resonant, fills the air as she speaks: "Thank you, kind soul, for releasing me from the shackles of time. Your unwavering dedication and compassion have brought solace to my restless spirit."

You're overcome with awe and humility, hardly able to find the words to respond. “Sana, it was an honor to help you find peace. You deserve to rest and be remembered for who you truly are."

Sana smiles, her face now a reflection of serenity and tranquility. "Though my journey here was fraught with sorrow, I am grateful for the light you've brought into this darkness. Remember, life is but a fleeting moment, and the echoes of our actions can resonate for eternity."

As her figure begins to fade, you reach out instinctively, trying to hold on to the moment.

You: "Goodbye, Sana. May your spirit find the happiness and serenity it deserves."

With a gentle touch, Sana's essence slowly dissipates back into the portrait. The soft glow recedes, and the atmosphere returns to normal. But the weight on your heart has lifted, replaced by a profound sense of fulfillment.

#kpopidol #kpop imagines #kpop gg #kpop #twice sana #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #sana #twice #twice x reader #twice angst #twice fluff #angst #kpop angst #kpop fluff

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cloudninetonine · 10 months

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I hope you feel better soon! Being sick sucks ass

The scene you painted with the death of Warriors’ guide hurt so much I hate you I’m screaming and dying at the same time

Thank you BB!

Also I'm about to do it again <3

Warnings: Slight mention of blood, mentions of death, another angst piece

"Abandon ship! Make way to the dinghies!"

The flames burned, the embers flying off into the starry night as the fire ate away at the wood of the grande ship. It was something from a painting the way that the orange blazed, reflecting off the dark waters and colouring the black sky for yards around- almost beautiful as it was tragic.

Link wasn't sure what to do. No, he didn't have clue as he watched the crew run about like headless chickens, gathering any supplies they could that would be hauled back to New Hyrule that was a mere dot in the far distance.

Tetra was in a similar state, frozen by his side, a mixture of horror and sadness plastered on her young face as she witnessed the scene unfold- the young hero knew that guilt was eating at her conscious, spotting the fallen mates within puddles of their own blood just beside the remains of monsters, left behind after poofing from existence.

She hadn't done enough- he hadn't done enough-

And now (Name)'s ship was paying the price.

"Make sure those boxes reach the mainland!" They barked, blood running down their forehead as they tugged their right hand man close by their hook hand, "The country needs those supplies- and by the goddess they will get them!"

"Yes, Captain!"

(Name)'s gaze snapped towards the two, pushing the right hand away towards another hanging dinghie before hobbling quickly towards them, their peg leg creating a dull thump each time it met the wood of the planked floor. "You two! Haul arse! Get on those boats!"

Reality seemed to hit Tetra harshly when (Name) grabbed her shirt's scruff roughly, right and crying out. She refused. This wouldn't be it. She would continues to fight- she would not let their ship come to pass!

But the captain wasn't having that, tossing her into one of the boats with a few more members and demanding they left- screamed that they get away.

Their teary eyes were ignored as they slowly lowered themselves, Tetra's raged screaming dimming from the roar of the fire.

Link looked at them with wide, glossy eyes as they stomped back over. "Did you not here me, Link?! I said move!"

His scruff was grabbed this time, the younger teen being dragged towards another boat, this time only holding their right hand as he waited patiently for his next orders.

Link was thrown in after a second, secured by the hand of the older man when he tried to leap back out. "What about you?! There's nothing left for this boat!"

The young blonde already knew this answer of course. It was near law, written into the code of the pirates that Tetra and many others had seemed to parrot when he questioned those clashing tales of those cut-throat captains meeting such timely deaths on the decks of their ships.

"A captain will always go down with their ship!" Pulling out their trusty sword, (Name) slashed at the ropes holding up the small boat. "Let them know I died loyal to her, hero!"

They watched from afar as the sea swallowed the ship, the orange earlier dusting the sky slowly fading until only the lights of the stars reflected off those waters of midnight blue. Their crew bowed their heads in respect, sending blessings to their captain's ocean burial before they would begin to move to the shores of New Hyrule.

It was the last they would ever see of Capatin (Name), Guide to the great Hero Link.

And you couldn't help but lend out your hand towards the young pirate, his lip wobbling slightly with eyes growing misty before you pulled him to rest against your shoulder. You cooed, gently running a hand through his hair and hushing his heavy cries.

It seemed death followed all the incarnations that those men held so dearly.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #reincarnation au #bloodybloob #BB

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sparklepirate · 11 months

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Alright, final thoughts on Brisingr.

You know what half the book was dwarven politics but I ate that shit up.

The more I read these again the more I appreciate the nuance of Eragon's character. It's super rare for me to like a main protagonist as much as I like him, but he has so many things going on. He's heroic, but in a deeply existentialist way, which leads him to be a bit cruel/callous towards his brother. He is smart and a quick learner, both academically and on his feet, but he does and thinks some of the stupidest things sometimes. He was forced to grow up so fast, so while he often comes across as mature and self-assured, internally he is still just a kid, or perhaps a very, very young man, and that kid part of him still shines through sometimes. He does and will do what he has to do to help the world, but he is constantly surprised to find new avenues of guilt when confronted with various consequences of his actions, but he still presses on. He is still learning his place in life not only as a dragon rider and a hero, but just as a person in general, and I think that's so cool and interesting to read! And he's also dealing with the trauma of the everything that's happening to him, but doesn't quite yet seem to realize that he isn't alone in his feelings. He is a dork, and I love him, and I want to be his friend, and I want him to accrue a whole squad of older sibling figures to help him through his stuff.

Along the lines of trauma, I hope he and Roran get to talk about this stuff. They both have moments of berating themselves over being weak for having strong feelings about killing and participating in a war, and I wish they would talk to each other and realize they were not alone. ... Murtagh too but that's just wishful thinking. I'll just have to write that myself I suppose.

Saphira is also so good queen of my heart and my soul she is beauty she is grace if she were a human she would rip apart a rat with her bare hands and teeth and do a kegstand immediately afterwards with the blood still dripping down her face but her makeup would be FLAWLESS while she did it ❤️

This felt like the first book that really drove the point home of how close the two of them are, because this is the first time they had to be truly separated from each other. Every time they reunited and they were just so filled with joy and love I just 🥺

As always- Murtagh deserves better!!! He and Thorn!!! He is in this position because he was too compassionate for Eragon (being led to the Varden), and then Thorn (swearing fealty to save him), and no one really cares about him but he still hopes and he still loves!!! Obviously, like, being on opposite sides of the conflict no one is going to not try to kill him, they kind of don't have a choice, but... Damn. I won't say too much more about him until after Inheritance but like. Damn. Justice for my husband.

On that note, the absolute betrayal he must have felt upon finding out that Oromis and Glaedr existed. Granted, by him becoming a dragon rider it was already too late for them to help him, but still. It's just kind of a tragic circumstance that everyone was so powerless in this situation, and like... Being literally possessed by Galbatorix for a bit there was. Hmm. Bad. I'm sure we'll be dissecting THAT in the new book.

It makes me wonder how much of this situation could have been prevented if the elves and the dwarves weren't so consistently self-serving. I think that's what makes Nasuada such an effective leader in comparison to them. She will get shit done, and she will set aside pride whenever she needs to to achieve the best results. Now, she has her flaws, which I know are explored more in Inheritance, but I can understand her constant frustration with the other kingdoms refusal to help or share important secrets that could have helped them sooner/prevented bloodshed.

And as far as secrets go... I don't know. It's hard to gauge "should have" or "shouldn't have" with most of the things Oromis and Glaedr neglected to tell Eragon and Saphira (or anyone), but the eldunarí feels like the most cut and dry. I guess they weren't anticipating Thron hatching but like. If that's the source of Galbatorix's power... It might have been useful for literally anyone to know about that before now. Arya didn't even know, for god's sake.

Speaking of Arya, I like her way way more this read through!!! And I do not ship her and Eragon literally at all sorry I'm a hater ❤️

RIP Oromis though sucks that you died.

Onto Inheritance!

#ashna reads the inheritance cycle #brisingr #inheritance cycle #eragon #murtagh morzansson #saphira

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ariainstars · 5 months

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Red, White and Royal Blue: A Movie Like an English Waltz with a Kick

I had practically given up on watching stories about same-sex relationships some time ago; for a while, I thought the reason for my growing indifference was that not belonging to the LGBT+ community, I am not directly involved. It took me a while to realize that I was simply sick of watching stories with sad endings, good as they may be otherwise.

Same-sex love stories in my experience very often have a tragic ending, with the possible exception of the Netflix show Heartstopper, which is nice and interesting to watch without being overdramatic. Also, there were Beautiful Thing and Maurice, two enjoyable movies that most viewers today probably hardly remember. Despite their positive ending they are serious in tone however, not exactly fun.

Red, White and Royal Blue burst into my world catching me by surprise and all but sweeping me off my feet; I immediately fell in love with the movie and am fully on page with anyone who is already asking for a sequel.

First off, I must say that this is one of the few cases where I found the movie to be better than the novel. I read it after having watched the movie, but I could not bring myself to like the characters.

The novel is told from Alex’ point of view, so we never get to know Henry’s; and I got the impression of following a bunch of rich kids without regular lives and routines having fun being noisy and obnoxious when they’re not busy with wanting to save the world, all of them equipped with their personal therapists and consuming this or another substance. I found it heartbreaking that Henry had been in love with Alex for a long time, never hoping that his feelings could be requited; and it did not shed a good light on Alex that for a long time, he did not realize that being intimate with Henry felt so good because he was with someone who actually cared for him.

The tone and story development of the movie is different and, in my opinion, superior. These Alex and Henry are about ten years older than in the novel: the actors are neither groomed to look younger nor do they act like they were. These are two adult, grown men who know what they’re doing; the feelings between them deepen very quickly (in the book, for Alex at the beginning it seems to be nothing more than a cross between a diversion and a challenge); and they soon take responsibility for each other and their families respectively political surroundings.

Nothing shows this more than the airport scene where they actually exchange ring and key, contrarily to the book where Alex keeps the ring together with the key around his neck. His official speech after their forced coming-out was much more straightforward and convincing than in the book, and he had written it himself, not his sister; also early in the movie, the Texas campaign is his very own initiative, contrarily to the novel where his mother sets him up to do it. All of these are narrative choices which in my opinion make the story much more enticing and the characters more relatable.

The movie Red, White and Royal Blue lives largely from the chemistry between the two protagonists; there is playful banter between them and lots of fun scenes and quips that I looked for in the novel in vain. (Except for a few jokes at Philips’ expense, pitifully.) Even in their most intimate moments, there always seems to be a twinkle in their eyes; the teasing begins when they’re not even friends yet. Their happiness is joyful and carefree, not founded on the intensity of feelings of couples who know they will be torn apart. The movie’s tone is a perfect balance: funny without being silly; serious without being admonishing; romantic without being sappy.

Some well-known clichés obviously are all there: having to talk to one another due to being locked in a room, a fist kiss while both are tipsy, the lover hiding in the closet, the intolerant parent (grandparent in this case), the understanding sister… Nevertheless, the story is fresh, well-paced and never boring.

In my personal view, this movie will be remembered as marking a break in the storytelling of same-sex relationships: light-footed, entertaining and touching. While the book is a self-indulgent fanfiction, the movie is in its tone, set-up and storyline for all intents and purposes a fairy tale, except that instead of a princess we have a prince.

One of the things I loved most was that in the end, the couple does not reunite in a castle or a similar luxurious environment, but that for their happy ending they leave their wealth behind and retire to a simple, comfortable home and an everyday life.

I had a smile on my face almost the entire time while watching this movie. And I hope there will be many more light-hearted movies and novels centered on same-sex relationships following this, instead of the usual heart-wrenching dramas. It’s high time.

#red white and royal blue #same sex love #fairy tales #lgbt #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #rwrb movie

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marveloustimestwo · 1 year

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yandere prince peter parker with a maid reader.

Forgive me, I know next to nothing about how things work in this type of setting, so I might have gotten a few things wrong.

Warnings: Yandere themes

After Peter's parents, the King and Queen, died in a tragic accident, Peter was always known to be the next King given that he was their only child.

However, considering his young age at the time, it would be a while before he would actually rule. Until Peter became old enough, his parents' most trusted advisor, Lord Stark, ruled in his stead.

Like any child of noble birth, Peter was subjected to learning all there was to be a king. He learned politics, strategy, sword fighting, and a plethora of other things, all to take over the title of King when he turned eighteen.

Growing up and taking on all these pressures, Peter wanted an escape. He knew how to act around people, especially highborn. He was trained to. But he still wanted someone his age to have fun with, and many of the children of the visiting lords and dukes acted too formal.

It's when Peter met you that he found what he needed.

Like your parents before you and their parents before them, you worked as a maid in Prince Peter's castle.

Given how long your family had worked for the Parkers, you were trusted enough to work closely with the Prince and future King.

Growing up, you were taught how to do his bedsheets, dust his room, clean his clothes, and do anything else he needed to keep everything nice and up to his standards.

At the age of ten, when you started to actually work closely with him, it was only natural that Peter would latch onto the only person his age that was consistently around him.

You had tried to act respectful and formal. You were taught ever since you were born that you were of lower standing, so you needed to be on your best behavior. You knew that doing any less could carry a severe punishment with many dukes and lords.

Except that Peter wasn't much like the dukes and lords you had heard about.

Both of you were very young, and you soon became used to Peter asking you to play with him and distracting you from your duties.

Even when you became older, you likely wouldn't have questioned Peter's tendencies for two reasons.

One, you likely became used to his clinginess, obsessive, and sometimes stalkerish tendencies. They were normal to you now.

And even if you came to realize how creepy he could be, it wasn't like you could reject his advances. While Peter may not be the most dangerous yandere to have (at least not to you), he was still the Prince and soon to be King.

You were very aware that he could ruin your life easily. If you made him upset, a multitude of things could happen to you or your family.

Your family could be fired and banished, or worse, killed, and for what? Just because you couldn't cope with how overbearing Peter was?

You knew it wasn't the worst outcome your life could have.

Once Peter became King, he almost immediately asked you to become his Queen. He didn't care that you were of lower standing. He was deeply in love (i.e. obsessed) with you, and anyone who objected to this would quickly go missing if they kept hounding him about it.

Sure, Peter could be very clingy and protective, and he could be very jealous, but at least he didn't hurt you like many lords did to their wives.

Maybe you could cope if it meant you and your family were safe. At least you had plenty of food and beautiful clothes now.

#yandere #yandere peter parker #yandere spiderman #yandere marvel #yandere mcu

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Ok I already sent this to another blog worded differently too so sorry if you see it later haha but I just really thought you'd like the idea?? Artist Chloé, sketching and painting her secret crushes and stashing them away where no one can reach (and take it away from her), musician Chloé who plays the violin or piano ("exceptional" and elegant) or flamenco guitar that she learned from a Spanish teacher (or in Spain!!!) whether it's a hidden skill thing or when she gets away from Audrey and everyone else and she wants do DO something, BE something!! Chloé taking pictures of friend groups, parents with kids, women with their girlfriends and she stares at everything she couldn't have, couldn't ALLOW HERSELF TO HAVE!! Pictures that are filled with sadness in a way other people can't articulate despite being so so beautiful and framing happiness but there's just something heartbreaking about them that no one can quite get. Chloé Bourgeois, alone in some penthouse apartment just drawing and playing her feelings away, thinking about what could've been?? The bittersweet feeling of seeing the Dupain-Cheng label on a jacket she shoplifted on an impulse just to feel something, not even realizing the label until she was out of the store, then questioning if she DID notice what it was on a subconscious level?? Chloé Bourgeois, a tragic young woman working her ass off through university, giving up on anything but work, hiding that artist inside her away because she's scared if people know she loves and enjoys something, something "useless" especially, they'll take it away from her

this is the third time I'm answering this fic and hopefully this doesn't exit before I could finish -

anon, sweet anon, that is already halfway an amazing fic.

Chloé Bourgeois, who was showered since she could breathe with various forms of 'perfection'. Of what is considered beautiful, meaningful and worthwhile and for a while, she believed it. Mommy believed it, Daddy believed it, so should she.

It's only when she grows older, when she starts playing and painting after discovering more of herself during her teenager years. After discovering what she wants and not what her mother wants. After discovering genuine admiration as opposed to the well practiced script of compliments from her father's colleagues.

Beauty, she has come to realize, was freeing. It was not perfect, rarely it was, and it sometimes caused your fingers to bleed and your voice to tremble.

But beauty was yours. And she have seen and loved beauty in various forms, tucked away in paintings hung on her walls and unfinished tunes in her notebook.

Beauty was freeing. Beauty was hers.

During her late twenties to early thirties she was making do everyday, far from the once rich and proud heiress of a narcissistic businesswoman and enabler father. She was free, struggling yes, but free. Beauty that has transformed as an extended limb - a companion - was with her.

It's when she gets a job accidentally, in the hands of Marinette Dupain-Cheng did she feel the need to retreat and hide.

She never told anyone her beauty, she knew people would make fun if she were genuine. After all, she'd done it as child. Yet, mommy never turned even a glance at her approvingly.

She knew Marinette Dupain-Cheng was beautiful. She wasn't perfect, despite knowing she was Ladybug few years ago. She was beautiful, bold, clumsy, determined, passionate, sarcastic and smart. She was a woman who has seen many things yet chose to remain seeing everything in wonder and in light.

Beauty within beauty itself.

It's no wonder Chloé Bourgeois kept falling for her, again and again.

#chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng #FINALLY I MANAGED TO ANSWER THIS WITHOUT IT EXITING #I HAD TW PREVIOUS ANSWERS LOST TO TIME JUST CAUSE THE APP EXITED JEHDUEHSHWHSJWJDHRBF #Anyways this is beautiful and if y'all wanna write a fic about it goooooo #ooc chloe but really canon chloe is still waiting for her redemption

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