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kathaynesart · 6 months

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Replica Holiday Special Winners!

Happy Holidays everyone! It's that time of year and you know what that means! Time to announce the winners for the DTIYS Replica Holiday Special Cover!

I received so many wonderful submissions. Far more than I had anticipated! They were all so unique and creative and it was an absolute joy to look at each and every one of them! I really underestimated however how difficult it would be to choose with them all being so unique from each other. In the end, I decided to gauge the top picks on how well their cover captured the "essence" of what this Special is going to be like! Without further ado, here are the winners.

HONORABLE MENTION - @matchstique

Buddy! I love this piece so dang much! It has so much character and perfectly displays the wacky hijinks we can expect as well as the huge amount of stress our poor boys are under during these trying, pregnancy times. The movement and colors work so well and make me excited for what comes next! Seldom do I see pregnant females shown as the badasses they are, but you have gone and turned Cassandra into an absolute icon with this piece! Bless you!

3RD PLACE - @thegunnsara

Sara, the shear amount of craft you put into your art is STAGGERING. Every scuff on Raph's shell and wisp of smoke screams of a quality I can only hope to attain someday. I literally want to be you when I grow up! That said, the concept of this piece is also fantastic. One of the things I'm must excited about for this Special is getting to see Raph and Casey as they were and witnessing the strong bond they share. I love them dearly and this cover captures their strength and tenacity so perfectly. Gods among men.

2ND PLACE - @cupcakeslushie

Slushie, this cover is so damn fun and dynamic that I can't stop looking at it! Your attention to detail and composition are masterful and the fact that you could fit such a bombastic battle into such a limited space speaks to how crazy talented you are! You also do a wonderful job of retaining both the intensity of the apocalypse but also that playful edge that Rise always manages to retain! It's definitely the cover that would catch my eye on a shelf and make me want to turn the page to see what happens next!

1ST PLACE - @abbeyofcyn

Cyn, the moment I saw this cover, I gasped! It's funny because this is both a piece I could have totally seen myself doing had I done the cover, yet crafted in a unique way I could have never come up with on my own! On top of that, this slick composition scratches my little designer brain juuust right. The use of the hands motif is such a great element because to me, it encapsulates the conflicting themes of family/parenthood with the drama of what it means to be human. On top of that, having each character as one of the digits both connected to and encircling Casey is such a wonderful touch that really drives the symbolism home. Somehow, you managed to peer into the future and perfectly capture how the finale of this special is going to feel. Thank you so much Cyn for such a wonderful piece!

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Now that I think about it, looking back on these winners as a set, all four them actually do an amazing job as individual covers for each of the four "acts" that will make up this special. That was not at all my intention, but it kind of worked out perfectly for that. Gets me all emotional!

I also definitely want to put a spotlight on the other amazing submissions, many of which made it SO close to the top slots! I was going to post these pieces individually but I was worried people wouldn't then go to their blogs to view the covers, so instead have a compilation and links to the full versions! Please check out everyones amazing covers and give them some love. They all worked really hard and it means so much to me. Thank you everyone!

@dreamundraws - LINK @honeylief - LINK @gemini-forest - LINK @memorydarkness - LINK @skullythefriendlyskullface - LINK @v-albion - LINK @its-wabby-stuff - LINK @yris-latteyi - LINK @reagi-df - LINK @chaoscontrol50 - LINK / LINK @murasakibonnet - LINK @hitwiththetmnt - LINK @xandriagreat - LINK @karonkar - LINK @sunydays - LINK (sorry my dear, yours did not appear on my hashtag reference at first! D: But still love it!) @quailaz - LINK @delicatechildwitch - LINK

Thank you again all of you! You all did such an amazing job!

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studioghostlegs · 1 month

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❤ This summer, love is in the air! ❤

We are teaming up with eleven other talented indie otome developers to bring you the Mystery & Magic Otome Bundle on itch.io and Steam, a curated list of games celebrating magic, mystery, and romance.

Be sure to check out these spellbinding games (direct links and game summaries available below the cut):

Thorn for the Villain by Antares: Itch

"An office lady is reincarnated as Teresa von Ambrose, originally a spriteless extra character in the obscure otome game 'Eternal Blessing of the Stars,' where most of the endings end up with Asmodia Kingdom in shambles one way or another. Armed with knowledge of the game's future, Teresa decides to intervene and erase the event that triggered the beginning of the original story."

Save the Villainess by @bestlaidplansproductions: Steam | Itch

"Some people have pets. You have a romance novel villainess. Guide your villainess through an animated visual novel with menacing manors, mysteries, (wo)men, and murder to see if you can Save the Villainess."

Lost in Limbo by @ravenstargames: Itch

"Torn away from your peaceful life and thrown into a world of danger and deceit, you are at the mercy of the Seven Sovereigns of Limbo, almighty gods that have sworn to be your protectors...as long as you prove yourself useful. As the consequences of a plan set in motion long ago start to unveil, will love be the key to your freedom, or the first chapter of your downfall?"

The Good People by @moiraimyths: Steam | Itch

"Play as a tenant farmer from mid-19th century Ireland, whose path becomes inexplicably entwined in fairy affairs after getting robbed by the roadside and lured into the mythic and war-torn world of Tír na nÓg: A once unified land, now divided into the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Will you escape and return home with your stolen belongings? Or does fate have something else in mind?"

Alaris by @crescencestudio: Steam | Itch

"A global crisis that only continues to escalate. A dangerous run-in with a shadowy stranger. And a mysterious word that won't stop gnawing at you. How does everything tie together? And what role could you possibly play in all of this? Enter a world of magic—of Fae and Dragon."

Sigh of the Abyss by Rascal Devworks: Steam | Itch

"You have been chained to a stranger, a boy foolish—or brave—enough to flee the gilded cage where magi are kept docile and pliant. The curse will kill you both unless you find a way to break it. Anyone else would already be dead, but not you—for you hear the ancient voice of the Abyss, and have been blessed—or cursed—with powers dark and terrible."

Obscura by @rottenraccoons: Steam | Itch

"There's a marketplace under the mountain where anything can be bought and sold. Visitors wear masks to become faceless strangers. It's home to the unscrupulous, the outcast, and the desperate. You're one of the desperate. Strangers with their own secrets and ambitions can show you ways through the market. They'll guide you to your goal, but don't trust them to have your best interests at heart."

Mask - Beyond Lies by Kakera: Itch

"As you are transported to another world, a masked person guides you through the day to the exit to go back to your world. But will it really be this easy ? Go through the story of each love interest and discover their secrets, and so much more. Each choices might make you discover the darkest secret of their world. Are you ready to do everything to go back to your own world ? Will you ever go back ?"

Snow White Ashes by @endys: Steam | Itch

"One winter night, you find a hunter in the woods: A man so warm and charming you feel as if you've known him all your life. But appearances can be deceiving. You'd know that well, wouldn't you?"

The Silent Kingdom by @luckycatotome: Steam | Itch

"Place yourself in the role of Princess Erinys, whose kingdom has fallen under the yoke of a sorrowful curse. In order to save everything you have ever known and loved, you’ll have to stand against the entire world - and even defy the Goddess herself. How much weight will a withered kingdom burden your soul?"

Dual Chroma by @galengames: Steam | Itch

"You, a bright young scholar, have finally arrived at the Palace to fulfill your lifelong dream—to serve the Imperial Family as the newest advisor to the Second Prince. The future finally looks bright… until the vile creatures of centuries past return. Thrown into the epicenter of a new epic tale, you and Prince Keldrannon face impossible odds. As ancient forces long thought to be vanquished threaten to raze these peaceful lands, you must work together with the Prince to discover their origins and save the Empire. With each choice you make, the more it is revealed that history may not be what it seems. How deep does your connection to the Prince run?"

#english otome #otome game #interactive fiction #oelvn #indie games #otome #other games

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 days

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Honestly if you could , how would you rate your yandere cooking for Darling (notably the yandere set 2). Like who would be at the tier having the most divine cooking , very talented to mediocre but still try hard for their darling to being banned from entering the kitchen forever cause of fire hazard from frying an egg?? (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Also do you mind if i become 🐧 anon??

Yandere men and their cooking

I'll be answering this and my last ask, then i'll go write my last 3 yanderes, then opening inbox again! I'm still sick unfortunately, so it'll take some time.

YAN! DELINQUENT: 8/10

Liam is a good cook! He definitely prepares the meanest lunch meals out there. Househusband material, he literally has to feed himself by living through his wage and the money his parents give him, so he might as well enjoy! So rest assured he will feed you homely foods that you'll enjoy.

Fav food to cook: pepper beef on rice (quick, efficient, and tastes good!)

YAN! BULLY: 2/10

Eh.. Uno is pampered a lot. What he can probably only make is a scrambled egg, and that's on accident cuz he broke the yolk and mixed it to say "it's intentional". So, unfortunately, you have to cook, or a personal chef. Nothing in between. Unless you're okay with eggs everyday, every time to eat.

Fav food to cook: eggs. (That's the only thing he can cook)

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST: 9.5/10

Rose definitely cooks the best stuff out there. He's been living by himself for a long, long time so he had time to read cook books, and he definitely watches Hell's Kitchen in his free time. So, expect food for the gods when he cooks for you.

Fav food to cook: Low and slow stew and soups. Meaty, hearty, and pairs well with rice (Full of love, affection, and time.)

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER: 5/10

Aeron is basic when it comes to cooking. He basically only cooks to make sure it's edible, non poisonous, and fulfilling. If he had a choice really, he would just do eat fruits and veggies raw. And when he does cook for you, unfortunately it's not anything remarkable. JUST LIE THOUGH AND SAY IT TASTES GOOD.

Fav food to cook: none... (It's a hassle)

YAN! PLAYER: 10/10

Surprised? He's blessed by the gods. How can this man be awful at cooking? Sure, he would prefer to not cook anything at all, but Amor would be extremely good at it despite not really cooking much because of his blessings. He would be really happy to cook for you though. Anything you want will be miraculously made close to perfection if it's not perfect already.

Fav food to cook: Any of your favorite foods gourmet style (he loves to spoil you while boasting about his... Ill-gotten skills)

YAN! PARASITE:6/10

Acheron knew how to follow instructions, so food is above average at most. As long as the recipe was good, and reviews are nice, then you know you are in good hands. Acheron will cook you food from your favorite cookbooks, so please, don't be shy and send him a link, or gift him a book. He'll be more than happy to cook for you.

Fav food to cook: The simple recipe ones (less chance of messing up the flavor)

YAN! EMPEROR: 0/10

"No. I will not do something like cook."

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT:8.5/10

Alpheus is a great cook actually, but he never really enjoyed it. He usually does the cooking when Ignatius comes to his home to hang out or teach him how to adapt socially. But, he'll be happy cooking for you.

Fav food to cook: squid ink pasta, and margarita pizza (sharing food for when you or Ignatius eat with him)

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE: 0/10

"What is... Cooking?"

YAN! HUNTER: 7/10

Orion is one of those grill dads. Most of the time it's seafood too. But you can guarantee that it will be the most delicious grilled seafood you'll eat. Other meats? Meh... It's more or less okay. His specialty lies by the sea. He will not be opposed in cooking land or sky meat though, just say the word.

Fav food to cook: grilled oysters with cheese or caviar, and lobster with butter baste (best tasting food with low effort)

YAN! KING: 0/10

"A king doesn't cook."

YAN! GOD: 4/10

Well, Liviticus can't cook unless it's very simple like rice and eggs, or like... Ramen. Basically only 1-3 stepped cooking. Cuz essentially, with him being a god, he can just summon the food from thin air. So like, he's your automatic food dispenser. If you want to teach him though, then he would love to.

Fav food to cook: Ramen (Technically not cooking)

YAN! PROSECUTOR: 9/10

Yuta, of course, knows how to cook and he cooks well. Surprisingly, he's into baking. And that's his mastery. He just doesn't have time to cook or bake at all due to being a prosecutor. But if you ask him to, then he will gladly bake or cook for you.

Fav food to make: macarons (time consuming, delicate, and needs his full attention that can distract him from his job and reality)

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So ranking from basically perfect to definitely not

PLAYER>ASMRTIST>PROSECUTOR>COLLEGE STUDENT>DELINQUENT>HUNTER>PARASITE>ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER>GOD>BULLY>EMPEROR=DEEP SEA CREATURE=KING

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

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flowerandblood · 10 months

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The Impossible Choice (34)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: violence, swearing, mention of injuries ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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After their night together, after they were reunited, after he had laid himself completely bare before her, he felt relieved, calm and overjoyed. His wife had seen him as he was, his disgusting empty eye socket, evidence of his disability, and then fucked him as she had never done before.

He thought fondly, looking at her after waking, stroking her hair with his thumb, that they were one.

What had formed between them was an unbreakable bond.

Nothing could destroy what they had.

They were blessed by the gods themselves.

He decided not to wake her and summoned his servant to help him change his clothes.

He felt like a newborn.

It was the first time in his life that he felt so connected to anyone. He had thought that such a bond would be his weakness, but now he felt the powerful strength that he drew from her support and tenderness.

She was restoring his equilibrium when the whole world around him was crumbling before his eyes.

He couldn't stop wondering why Daemon hadn't attacked them again − after his first charge they were defenceless, and while he and Vhagar were a threat to him, apart from him, his army was virtually non-existent.

He, however, had begun to gather forces in the Vale, apparently preparing for battle − he feared that other dragons would join the war. He sent a letter to Dareon, wanting him to join him and return from the Citadel, but he knew it would take time.

He had to manage on his own for now.

He had grown to recognise the immense talent and military intuition of his wife's father and her brother. Although very direct and often downright coarse in their words, they were usually right to coordinate all preparations diligently, reckoning with his opinion and words.

He knew that her father would never forgive him for what had happened to his daughter, yet he was able to move on his uncle with all his forces after what he had done to her.

Their relationship had been an amicable one; the four of them, along with Ser Criston, had found a common, stodgy language full of specifics that kept things moving forward, and they could count on putting up real resistance if anything happened.

As Jason Lannister rode into their camp on horseback strutting proudly, he thought it was one of the most pathetic sights he had ever seen in his life. To his amusement, his wife's father said aloud what he himself had thought.

"He rides in here like a hero, a dull golden cunt."

He and Criston smiled mischievously at his words, and Royce laughed out loud.

He figured that he and they weren't as different as they would like to think.

In their company, he understood more and more the complex nature of his wife.

Being around such men she must have shown a golden patience.

Jason Lannister honoured them with the King's orders and his ideas on how to resolve the matter.

He felt that they had made a mistake and should attack first.

"We have the biggest dragon in the world, what are we waiting for? For them to come after us?" He asked haughtily, as if he had suddenly discovered some solemn truth. Borros snorted impatiently at his words.

"Yes. If you had looked at the maps, my Lord, you would know that the Vale is a mountainous area and almost impossible to conquer. We have a better chance fighting here, in the lowlands." He said lowly, looking at him impatiently.

They all turned their gazes away when they heard someone enter the tent. He felt his heart stop as he saw his wife dressed in a rich reddish-brown gown, her hair braided into an elaborate headdress.

He thought that she looked just as she had in King's Landing and felt his manhood pulsate hard at the sight.

She was dressed in such a way that her burns were not visible.

She looked as if nothing had happened to her.

He pressed his lips together as Royce came right up to her, gripping her cheeks in his hands, kissing her forehead − he felt impatience and frustration at the sight, but recognised that her brother was supposed to love her and show it to her as much as he did. He had shown him how much he cared for her while she was still asleep.

He and her father had gone to war for her.

Not for him.

"I came to find out what our situation is." She said finally, her brother and father looking at her approvingly. Lord Lannister stirred, wrinkling his brow and grunted quietly.

"Forgive me, my Lady, we are all glad that you are feeling better, however, we are discussing serious matters here that should not concern a woman." He said impatiently, feigning light-heartedness and looked around himself, amused, seeking support from his commanders, who nodded.

He pressed his lips together, furious, wanting to say something on the matter, but her father forestalled him.

"You are a child of summer, Lord Lannister, and unlike my daughter, you know shit about war. Come, hand me the map that lies there." He nodded at his daughter, and she lowered her gaze meekly, smiling gratefully, and brought her father the map he had asked for, standing beside him.

A discussion began about the further plan and support from the Iron Islands − the Greyjoys were an unpredictable family, looking only after their own interests, not eager to cooperate with anyone. His grandfather had forced the Lannisters to put up some gold and make them a generous offer in return for the support of their fleet, but they procrastinated, shrewdly watching how the balance of power would unfold.

He was snapped out of his reverie by a servant who entered the tent, all panting, looking pale at them.

"My Prince, my Lords, my Lady. A messenger from the Eyrie has arrived. Prince Daemon wishes to meet with Prince Aemond and his wife."

He looked at her in horror and saw that she too had turned her gaze towards him, pale − for a moment there was complete silence in the tent. He felt his heart pounding hard.

Daemon wanted to meet him and his wife.

Why?

Was this a trap?

"We shouldn't speak with the enemy. I'm sure he has a plan because he knows that without both of you, everything will fall apart." Lord Borros said, as surprised as they were. He couldn't disagree with him, he also felt it was suspicious.

"I would like to speak with him." Said his wife, looking at him intensely, folding her hands over her stomach. "If you will only consent to it, my husband."

He parted his lips slightly in complete shock, looking at her, completely torn.

She knew his uncle had done it to her.

For some reason he wanted to see them both.

He looked at the servant.

"Where does my uncle want to meet?" He asked lowly. The servant grunted quietly.

"By the Red Tributary of the Trident." He said uncertainly. He looked at his wife and nodded.

"So be it."

They both walked out of the tent, followed by Lord Baratheon and his son.

"What if it's a trap? If they inprison you, if they take you hostage?" He asked impatiently.

"We will fly on Vhagar. If we only see that something is wrong, we will turn back immediately." He said and nodded at his wife to follow him.

He was excited to discover that she had never before accompanied him on a dragon's back − there had been no opportunity to do so before, but now he was too nervous to really enjoy it.

His wife changed into an attire more suitable for such a journey and joined him, walking up the valley to the hill.

"Why do you want to meet him?" He asked lowly, not looking at her. His wife was quiet for a moment.

"I want to find out if he knew that I was in Harrenhal at the time." She replied calmly, and he felt a squeeze in his heart.

When they reached the destination she stopped, looking in horror at the great body of the beast that just lay before her, plunged into a deep sleep. He held out his hand to her, and she approached him uncertainly.

They moved together towards her, Vhagar's eyes opened lazily sensing his scent. She raised her large head slowly, noticing and sensing the other, a complete stranger.

"− Lykiri, Vhagar. Lykiri −" He called out low and she stopped, her great nostrils moving restlessly. He felt his wife's hand tighten on his in obvious fear − after what she had experienced, dragons and their fire must have terrified her even more.

He intertwined their fingers at that thought.

He helped her climb up and sat her in the saddle in front of him, wanting to have a view of everything and control what was happening to her at the same time.

He felt the closeness of her body, her buttocks pressing against his manhood from behind, making him hard even in such a moment and place.

She felt it, as terrified as he was, and turned her face towards him. He pressed his nose to her soft cheek, inhaling her scent − he thought that if they survived this and managed to return, he would fuck her all night.

"− Soves, Vhagar! −" He shouted low and his dragoness stood up, rising slowly, her movements lifting up clouds of dust and sand, making the whole ground tremble beneath them. He heard a quiet squeal of wife, who huddled tighter into the fabric of the saddle in front of her, terrified.

She whinnied loudly, startled, as Vhagar took to the air − he laughed low, amused, for some reason happy that she was accompanying him on this wonderful and frightening sensation of flying through the skies.

He embraced her tightly from behind, pressing his cheek against hers, their hair and clothes disheveled by the intense wind and speed.

When they arrived at their destination he made a few laps to see if there were any hidden troops by the river, but there were no trees around, only a plain − apart from a small canopy, he could not see anyone or anything.

He felt his heart stop when he saw that on a small hill nearby that two dragons, not one, were raising their heads, concerned.

Caraxes and Syrax.

Rhaenyra.

He wondered whether to return or land − he didn't understand what was happening or what it meant.

However, he thought that if they wanted to meet, so be it.

Vhagar landed on the other side, away from the makeshift canopy with a firm thump, from which his wife squealed again.

He helped her down, gripping her in his arms as she slid down. He looked at her, her face all pale, her hair dishevelled.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked and she nodded. He pressed his lips together and hummed, walking ahead, his wife moving hurriedly behind him.

From a distance he spotted two guards, and beside them two white-haired silhouettes − his half-sister stepped out to meet them, her black attire and hair blown by the wind, the sound of the river all around them.

She stood in front of them, folding her hands in front of her, a few paces behind her stood Daemon, looking intently at his wife.

He thought he could kill him now, feeling his anger rise anew.

His half-sister's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Aemond, my Lady, thank you for accepting our invitation." She began, her voice uncertain and soft.

He wondered what she was up to, where her sudden willingness to converse had come from.

Neither he nor his wife answered her, looking at her expectantly. Rhaenyra looked at her, pressing her lips together as if considering what she wanted to say.

"My Lady, may I leave you in the company of my husband for a moment?" She asked with a kind of sympathy and compassion in her eyes that made him uneasy.

He did not trust her, and her proposal aroused his anger.

"He almost burned her alive. My wife will stay with me." He said furiously and flinched when he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder.

"No. I'd like to speak with your uncle." She said calmly.

He looked at her with a mixture of horror and awe, not believing what he was hearing.

Daemon nodded. She approached him slowly and together they moved away towards the shore, walking a short distance apart. He watched them anxiously, all tense, feeling his heart pounding hard. His half-sister saw this and walked closer to him, her smile in her mind meant to be comforting for sure.

"I want you to know that my husband was not aware that your wife was in Harrenhal at the time. I hope her injuries are not extensive. I was greatly relieved when I found out that she survived." She said, pressing her lips together, looking him straight in the eye.

He didn't know whether he should laugh or spit in her face.

Fucking whore.

"You brought me and my wife here to tell me this?" He asked, his smile wide, mad, malicious.

He thought that he could strangle her with his own hands now, ending the entire war.

His sister lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers.

"I realised that with her death there would be no turning back from what might happen." She said finally, looking up at him, her voice trembling slightly. "I lost my daughter, irrevocably, forever. She has also lost something, and her harm cannot be repaired."

He stared at her impassively, feeling a tightness in his throat, his heart pounding like mad.

What was she up to? What did she expect from him?

"I realised that you never heard my apology for what happened to you after Laena's funeral." She said, her eyebrows arched as if in pain. He clenched his jaw at her words, all tense, feeling a shudder at the mere mention.

The pain of an eye being pulled out of his skull.

He smiled under his breath.

"Those are cruel accusations and slander. Isn't that what you called what I said, demanding justice? Comforting your sons? Demanding that I be questioned thoroughly about where I heard these rumors?" He hissed, looking at her intensely, feeling his consciousness collapse under the weight of his own memories, pulling him back to his feelings of those moments, his rage and desire for revenge.

Atonement.

He saw her swallow loudly, turning her face to the side, her hair and cloak blown by the wind.

There was sadness painted in her eyes.

He thought that she was just putting on a wonderful show of sisterly love for him, which made him want to laugh.

"When you were just two years old, I read you stories about Aegon the Conqueror. It was a big, richly illustrated book, full of figures of dragons and kings, colourful and ornate. You squealed that you wanted to read this one and not another, so we read the same one every night." She said thoughtfully, low, impassively, not looking at him but away, deep in her memories. He furrowed his brow at her words.

It was not she who had read him the stories, but his mother.

He remembered sitting on her lap, her warm arms embracing him, her cheek next to his face, her finger showing him in the illustrations which characters they had just read about.

"A touching story indeed. Only my mother read to me." He said frustrated that she was trying to arouse a melancholy or pity in him, turning his face away.

He watched carefully the silhouettes of his uncle and his wife − he saw that they were standing by the shore and conversing intensely about something. He saw his wife untie her leather tunic and furrowed his eyebrows, all tense.

"I did not know your mother could read in the language of Old Valyria." Rheanyra said, looking at him with anguish in her eyes that was painted on her face, and he felt his heart stop.

He replayed in his memories again and again himself on the woman's lap, the great book on her knees written down with letters that he could not yet read at the time.

She spoke in the common language, but he knew now that the sentences she was reading were not written in it − she was translating them on the fly.

This was not his mother.

Rhaenyra must have noticed his hesitation and bewilderment, for she smiled painfully warmly, and he felt a tightness in his throat.

"Your grandfather caught me doing this one evening and forbade your mother's servants to let me into your and your siblings' chambers." She said with a kind of pain and regret from which he felt uncomfortable, a strange pain in his chest.

It didn't change anything, he repeated to himself.

"You read me some stories as a child so I should forgive you? Betray my brother and mother?" He asked impatiently and she furrowed her brow.

"I am your sister too, don't you owe me allegiance as well?" She asked and waved her hand impatiently.

"No." He hissed, clenching his hands into fists behind his back. "I don't owe you anything."

His sister looked at him in pain, searching in his face for any hope that she could change his mind, stop the bloodshed and tragedies that were about to happen.

"Do you believe he will be a good king?" She asked mockingly, and he pressed his lips together.

He thought it didn't matter.

He didn't answer.

She chuckled lowly, tears in her eyes. She shook her head, tightening her lips.

"I don't want to spill my own family's blood." She said finally, and he laughed at her words.

"Then pay my brother homage and return to your Dragonstone with your husband and black-haired sons." He said mockingly, and she pressed her lips together in pain. She stepped closer to him, so that their faces were almost touching, poking her finger into her chest.

"This is my inheritance! I am the rightful heir to the throne! Your brother will rape and drink and your viper grandfather will rule in his name!" She shouted in his face, and he smiled at her words.

"That's no longer your concern." He said, and she lowered her hand, looking at him tiredly.

"Support me and I will give you Dragonstone for life. Your and your wife's children will inherit it. I will condemn Aegon to exile, your mother, our sister and her children will live with you in your fortress. The war will end." She said lowly, looking at him expectantly. He pressed his lips together, looking at her thoughtfully.

Specifics at last.

"And what would you do with my grandfather?" He asked indifferently, and she raised an eyebrow, surprised that he didn't reject her offer outright. She swallowed quietly, lowering her gaze.

"He must die." She said finally.

He could have ended it, turned around and gone back to his camp.

He could.

But he was curious about how desperate she was.

"Who would sit on the throne after your death?" He asked further, saw her cheeks redden, her chin lifted high, as if to show him she was proud of her bastard son.

"Jace is my firstborn son and he is the heir to the throne." She said haughtily, feigning calm. He felt wonderful to play with her like that, giving her hope that he had considered her proposal.

He came up with an idea and smirked broadly.

"Make any of your sons with Daemon heir to the throne, and I will consider your proposal." He said lightly.

She looked at him shocked, swallowing loudly, looking at him in disbelief. She wanted to say something, but he stepped back and called out to his wife. He turned and looked at his half-sister, who was completely torn internally.

"Consider it well." He hissed, turning tense towards Vhagar, glancing at his wife, who ran towards him.

He was filled with wild satisfaction at the thought of what he had done.

He had planted a doubt in her mind.

He smiled under his breath, pleased with himself as never before.

If he took away Jace's right to the throne, the Blacks will kill each other by themselves.

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evangelineshifts · 5 months

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Someone New - Hozier

2:15 ──────ㅇ───────── 3:42

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Name ➻ Amaryllis Belladonna Meadows

Age ➻ 13

Zodiac ➻ Taurus

Year ➻ 1st

House ➻ Hufflepuff

S/O(s) ➻ James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius (Polycule)

Backstory synopsis ➻

There were once three sisters from ancient greek times, before 100 AD. They lived when the Gods still roamed the earth, during the Golden age. Their names were Damaris, Arelis, and Aurelia. They were named the trifectas, the most powerful witches of the age.

Damaris was the oldest of the 3. She was strong and confident in her magical abilities. She was a natural born leader, the people who lived in her village and surrounding all looked to her for guidance and advice when problems arose.

Arelis was a true and mighty hero. The people would always go to her for help when anything happened. She became the leader of the brigade of hunters for the villages at just 11 years old due to her natural stealthy, agility and precision. Battle was ingrained in her bloodstream, destined to become a warrior.

Lastly, Aurelia, meaning the golden one. She certainly lived up to her name. She was the village favorite. While she didn’t quite have the sense of mature responsibility that her sister possessed or the thirst for the hunt like the other that doesn’t mean she was any less powerful. She was a creator, an artist, a healer and more. Aurelia was a free spirit, she would dance with the village kids till her feet grew sore and would dote on the elderly despite their complaints of not needing the care (they secretly loved it). The villagers were fond of the girl but they also knew just how much power was resting in her veins. Aurelia seemed to have been blessed by every god there was, the girl was a force to be reckoned with. A healer, a protector, and fighter.

Around 90 AD, a man who went by the name of Herpo came to town after hearing about the trio of amazing talents. Immediately the triplets were on edge. They could sense the man’s energy, the aura of darkness that surrounded him. They let him be as to worry the other villagers but they soon realized their mistake when trouble arose. Muggles and their children were going missing only later to be found dead in the forest. People were going mad, cursing and hexing their peers without reason. The triplets worked tirelessly to fix the problem as their people were becoming restless and scared. Damaris set a protection and battle plan and had her sister lead the unit. Aurelia was going around the towns calming and healing the people. Filling their minds with bright thoughts to help them rest.

One night as Aurelia was doing her rounds she came across a familiar shadow, she followed it only to find that it was Herpo with a group of men. He was speaking about how soon her and her siblings would be too overwhelmed with the fights and insane for them to notice one person more person being killed, then a spell would be complete. What spell she didn’t know but she alerted her siblings of the man’s plans anyways.

The siblings were now keeping a keen eye on Herpo wherever he would appear. In a whirlwind of events, the triplets find out the man was working with dark magic, a spell to take a human soul to preserve his own. To become everlasting. So the sisters came together to stop him. The Gods also learned of the man’s affairs and became angry at the abuse of power, especially Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft. Angry that her blessings were being misused she sought aid from the Gods to assist the triplets granting them powers to help them in the inevitable war.

Damaris was now truly blessed by Athena, granted incredible reflexes, intelligence like no other, and battle strategy and knowledge. She was a true ruler.

Arelis had the blessing of Ares, strength of a thousand soldiers and weapon intelligence and thirst for war. The girl seemed to always be encompassed by a ring of fire, her eyes alight with a hunger for battle. she would lead the force.

The Gods granted Aurelia the most, not just for her attributes but for her pure heart. Her senses now enhanced to that of a wolf. She could move things by pure force of will and crawl into the crevices of the mind with a stare, picking out your deepest thoughts and controlling your actions. She was able to make her thought her reality, what she imagined is what was. She could pass through solid surfaces as if she was the wind whistling by. She was one with the earth finally able to be reunited with her true self, the earth mother brushed her cheek and sent her off to war. A golden glow was her cover, her hair white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky that was soon to be shrouded by the smoke of her blazing fury. She was the warrior that would bring them victory, if not for herself, for her people.

Together, they defeated wicked villain, who would now and forever be label as ‘Herpo the Foul’ for the atrocities he brought to the land. They lost much but saved most, victorious were the Trifectas, forever shall they reign.

And reign they did. The people took upon themselves to elect the three as their own personal monarchy, to rule over them with grace as they always have. The three were the heroes of the age and went on to fight many more battles until their deaths in 140 AD. The Gods decided because of their bravery and choice to fight for their honor, they would allow them to be reborn. Their souls to enter another when the time was opportune. They would live on as heroes in another era to continue their rule.

And in a pristine hospital room on the night of April 18th, 1980, they were born anew in the vessels of Dorcas, Alexandria, and Amaryllis Meadows.

A/N - can you tell I love a good resurrection trope 😭 as always questions and feedback is always welcome ☺️

#evangelineshifts ˖⋆࿐໋₊#marauders #lily evans #poly!marauders #shifting to marauders era #harry potter shifting #hogwarts shifting #shifting to hogwarts #reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #shifting #quantum jumping #law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard #shifting realities

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aloysiavirgata · 11 months

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Hi A.V.,

Apologies in advance, but you're so talented, I just had to throw this out there and see what happens. Rhyme time, four word prompt: sarcasm, phantasm, protoplasm, orgasm.

Absolutely love your work!

“Patriarchal systems ruin everything,” Scully says. “I mean sure, you’ll hear people talking about how in medieval Europe they believed a female orgasm was necessary for conception, but it was just so that rape allegations could be dropped if the victim became pregnant.”

She stabs angrily at a beet.

Mulder holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m not defending it. I got my DPhil in psych but I’m hardly a Freudian, I read Half the Sky. Big fan.”

Scully glowered. “Do not. Get me started. On Freud.”

He won’t, he never does.

“Anyway,” she says. “I mean look, I’m a cradle Catholic, it’s my comfort zone, but….”

“The Patriarch, the Kid, and the Sacred Phantasm not doing it for you anymore, Doctor Scully?”

She sighs at a candied walnut. “I just…I don’t know. Maybe I need to be more in touch with the Divine Feminine. The Blessed Mother, in Catholic terms.”

Mulder ponders this. “Funny you work with so many men in dresses.”

Scully smiles a little. “Listen, I’m glad to be practicing medicine again, I am. But Ybarra is…” she rolls her eyes skyward, assuming the Heavenly Host will understand her dilemma.

“No fucking fun at all and a complete asshole besides?”

Her thin smile grows to a full grin. “Pretty much.”

Mulder touches her face then, just a quick thumb at her Michelangelo cheekbone. “Well, I’ll keep your skills sharp. Sarcasm, sardonism, irony…all the major classes of smart remarks. I got you, babe.”

Scully laughs her adorable laugh. “What a lucky girl I am.”

“As long as you’re aware,” he says, modestly.

Scully furrows her brow. “Though, actually…what is the difference between sarcastic and sardonic? I was never clear.”

Mulder spears a chunk of roasted potato, gestures with it vaguely. “I believe that was covered at Oxford at some point too, actually. But I don’t recall, and who cares about semantics? Pop quiz, hot shot - what’s the difference between protoplasm, cytoplasm, and the biological ectoplasm?”

He sits back, waiting.

Scully, of course, looks smug. “Well, the nucleus is inclu-“

“Oh my god, shut up,” he says, and leans across the table to kiss her.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #msr #prompt

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samoadoll · 1 year

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A GIRL AWARE OF HER POWER IS MORE DANGEROUS THAN A GUN. By ARELI SOLEIL.

I’m so tired of these girlboss ass women misleading young girls. There’s no way to manipulate men into giving you whatever you want. They have to be generous out of their OWN WILL. You can’t affirm that you’re the most “beautiful irresistible person” to exist and in the same breath..cast a spell over a specified person to feen for you. Like..love is the magic. You don’t need magic for love. Also you can carry yourself with the upmost respect but let it be because that’s your genuine self concept not just as an attempt to attract someone of high status. Millionaires come in forms of athletes, businessmen and entrepreneurs. Each individual has different personalities so their standards are going to be personalized to their own taste. Don’t go cultivating who you are to a trope that you think they prefer. It varies. You’re gonna lose who you are trying to achieve hypergamy.

My mom is a NFL wife, professional multimillionaire athlete and still works. The internet post a woman in a faux fur coat that exudes “rich housewife energy”with an empowering quote and gullible girls eat it up. Weird. Also none of the blogs you promote as the way of femininity..”how to be a woman” are married or even rich so what’s tea…? Why exactly are you listening to people without real life results? You can be anybody online remember that. As a girl/woman your efforts should be selfish..all for yourself..not to attain some delusional media genre cultivated through Pinterest moodboards….? Be serious.

Definitely keep your standards high when it comes to dating but how come the message for girlhood and womanhood isn’t having passions and hobbies and personal evolvement. I’m tired of “Men. Men.Men.” It’s unproductive and misleading. Reducing your life purpose to achieving a life partner deprives you of exploring and embracing your actuality. Don’t let your longing to be loved overpower your own love. We consciously will suppress ourselves to embody a preference that goes against who we are just for inclusion..for desirability. You’re so much more than that. The internet is a touch screen but got us so out of touch. Reality IS. Your prevail in this life is through self security by knowing who you are. You have to have bricked resistance against conformity and YOUR OWN STREAM OF financial income that takes care of you. Stop being sold dreams and go make the ones God has given you through the talents you’ve been blessed with..happen. A Girl aware of her power is more dangerous than a gun.

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fuckvictorvale · 11 months

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hellooo could you please share the pages of the most iconic vicious quotes? I didnt tab my book the first time i read it and i have no time for a re-read 😵‍💫

(you can just share the page numbers btw! I’ll figure out the quotes somehow lmao) thanks ❤️

oh absolutely i can. this is like the best ask i've ever gotten

quotes and page numbers are below the cut. i have the american paperback version with the red cover in case there are differences in page numbers between editions

also last note before the quotes, i'm so curious what you're using them for. so if you're doing something fun with them, i would LOVE to know what it is but no pressure

All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective. -pg 17-18

Victor was out. Victor was free. And Victor was coming for Eli-- just as he'd promised he would. -pg 26

Hate was too simple a word. He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. -pg 90

The paper called Eli a hero. The word made Victor laugh. Not just because it was absurd, but because it posed a question. If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him the villain? He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that. -pg 91

..."I'm trying to figure out how this"-- he held up a blood-stained, but uninjured hand-- "is a reflection of me. Why would He give me--" "He?" asked Victor incredulously. He wasn't in the mood for God. Not this morning. "According to your thesis," he said, "an influx of adrenaline and a desire to survive gave you that talent. Not God. This isn't divinity, Eli. It's science and chance." "Maybe to a point, but when I climbed into that water, I put myself in His hands--" "No," snapped Victor. "You put yourself in mine." -pg 93

Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick. -pg 96

"Would You take it back?" he asked the dark apartment. "If I were no longer of Your making, You would take this power back, wouldn't You?" Tears glistened in his eyes. "Wouldn't You?"..."You'd let me die."..."Wouldn't you?" -pg 216

"No, Sydney," he said. "I need you to stay here." "Why?" she asked. "Because you don't think I'm a bad person," he said. "And I don't want to prove you wrong." -pg 226

"There are no good men in this game," said Mitch. -pg 276

But these words people threw around-- humans, monsters, heroes, villains-- to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human. -pg 288-289

"I don't want to be forgotten." ..."Tell you what," said Victor. "You remember me, and I'll remember you, and that way we won't be forgotten." "That's shit logic, Vic." ..."To never dying." ..."To being remembered." ..."Forever." -pg 296

"I watch you and it's like watching two people." -pg 352

The entirety of pg 353 including "It's why I let you stay," said Victor. "Why I liked you. All that charm outside, all that evil inside. There was a monster under there, long before you died."// "You aren't some avenging angel, Eli," he said. "You're not blessed, or divine, or burdened. You're a science experiment." (AHHHH)// "You don't understand," gasped Eli. "No one understands." "When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong. "You can't kill me, Victor," said Eli. "You know that." ..."I know"..."But you'll have to indulge me. I've waited so long to try."

Victor smiled. He was having a fabulous time killing Eli. -pg 355

And last but not least, an honorary Vengeful quote because it's one of my faves and one of the best. Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. "He doesn't know how patient you are," he said. "Doesn't know you like I do." Eli cleaned the blood from his hand. "No," he said softly. "No one ever has." -Vengeful, pg 318 (AHHHHHHHH) hopefully that gets you started! I have so many things highlighted or tabbed or underlined so sometimes it's hard to choose. also the ellipsis (...) indicate where i omitted things for the sake of just including the important parts. otherwise some of those quotes would have been longggg

#this was so fun #ask #anon #vicious #vicious ve schwab #villains series #villains duology #victor vale #eli ever #evervale #fuckvictorvale

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mynameistocool · 8 months

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~When in Rome~

Pairing : Mobius M Mobius x fem! Reader

Warnings : none

SNEAK PEAK

*translated lines

Synopsis : All Mobius wanted to do was solve this full Loki time issue and now he’s in Ancient Rome finally meeting you.

You turned the corner and there he stood, the figure you had been giving your whole to. He was the reason you went hungry, the reason you cried and laughed, he was everything you loved and breathed.

His tall stance and broad shoulders were met with his dark locks and brooding blue eyes. A mischievous glint in his eyes as his hands twitched, a green vapour surrounding them. You looked at his odd choice of clothing, but who were you to judge, he was after all a God. Your God. Your deity.

“O potens Mercurie, tibi gratias ago quod me praesentia tua benedixeris, quid meruisse tanto honore possum ?”*Oh mighty Mercury, thank you for blessing me with your presence. What can I have done to deserve such honour ?* you fell to your knees, scrambling forward as you whispered small prays holding your necklace tightly, your eyes shining bright with adoration and joy.

Finally, you thought to yourself, finally your talents and your ruthless loyalty have paid off. You were finally being seen for all you’ve done.

“Who is this Loki ?” The grey - hair man beside him spoke, but you ignored the gibberish that came out his mouth, understanding none of it.

“I’m not exactly certain.” Your god spoke back, but you couldn’t understand him. Why couldn’t you understand his sacred words. You looked up between the two, a pleading look in your eyes. “Mercurous oro, ver- nacula loquor” *Mercury I plead you speak in my mother tongue*

“Loki, what is she saying ?” Mobius muttered under his breath. “She’s speaking Latin, I think ?” Loki answered, looking down at you. “Uhh Salve… Humanum”*Uhhh Hello… Human* the god muttered, “O Mercurius te intellexi ! Tibi gratias ago tibi vere intellego ... Oportet te cito venire debes” *Oh Mercury, I understand you ! I understand you thank you truly... you must come quickly you must come* you pry at his legs as you rush to your feet, your body griping into his “mi Mercurius” *My dear Mercury,* you smiled at him, tears welling your eyes as you began to drag the man, but he quickly stopped in his tracks making your turn around to face him.

Was he not here for you ?

“Ohhh mihi paenitemus o magna una tibi Nymphe, ut venias nimis” *my apologies' oh Great one your Nymph may come too* you bowed your head in the direction of the grey - hair confused nymph and your God began to laugh “what did she say ?” He stepped forward toward the black haired God, “she… thinks you’re my nymph.” He laughed some more.

“Nymph ?” He looked between the two of you “look I’m not a nymph, my name is Mobius.” he explained to you exaggerating certain words “M-Mobius est valde pulchra nomen.” *M-Mobius is such a pretty name.* You give him a short, tight-lipped smile.

“What is she saying now ?” He asked Loki looking between the two you waiting for a translation “she said your name is very pretty.” Loki shook his head looking down to his feet waiting for his coworker response but he heard nothing and instead saw the small glint of awe in his eyes before he cleared his throat “okay.” Mobius nodded. “Okay ?” Loki repeated his response “okay.” Mobius nodded again.

“What happened to the full fear of not changing the timeline, Mobius ?” Loki looked at the man beside him, quirking his brow at his change of morals, “yeah, well she clearly confused, so it doesn’t really matter.” He challenges his own words while saying them.

“Mercuries et Mobius . *Mercury and Mobius* you smiled and quickly nodded, grabbing the men’s hands tightly, and silver smoke began to swallow around you.

#loki #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #mcu loki #marvel mcu #mcu #mobius mcu #mobius m mobius #mobius x reader #mobius #mobius marvel #mobius loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki marvel #tva loki #disney tva

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brain-amoeba · 1 year

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KEEP COOKING if you do those darker scenarios i think sniper has the most appeal with how he’s already so good at juggling scary and chill

YESSSS IM BEING ENABLED

god bless you anon because im in the trenches for sniper too so this is EVERYTHING (my fig of him is watching over me as i type this--)

ill just drop some general hcs and ideas going from mild to more suggestive/darker as theygo on so bear with me

*revvs up the deep fryer*

obviously, if your one job and talent is to be a ruthless assassin and you are surrounded by eight (8) other deranged men, you'd probably end up a little off your rocker, too...especially when it came to the aspect of women, dating, and sex in general. EVEN more so, being cooped up all alone in a shooting blind almost all hours and in his camper, this would make him one of the scarier types--the detached yet depraved (honestly and deprived too) type. it's an interesting dichotomy, being that he's so intimidating, aloof, and in general jaded to the violence or gravity of his own thoughts/actions/desires, yet in practice while acting on those impulses, he loses his edge--fumbling with your exposed body while in restraints, like an inexperienced teenager.

you wonder to yourself, "why on earth would a sniper wish to interrogate me? they spend their time in the backlines, what would motivate one to do this?" and ill tell ya what, my dear reader, the fact that such a beautiful specimen such as yourself has been tied up, scared, and basically left free for the taking, he uses his cool demeanor to convince the other mercs why his interrogation tactics will fruit the most effective results.

interrogation starts off the opposite from what you'd expect--he's calmly asking your name, age, what you were doing the day you were brought to the base, as if trying to establish a false sense of security. your survival instincts and critical thinking lead you to believe so, and are hesitant to give in. but damn, if it's not the way he looks at you, half-lidded through tinted shades, it's that alluring voice, its charming Aussie accent like music to your ears--you slowly let your guard down--and that's when the hunter goes in for his prey.

don't expect him to be gentle, either. carelessly using his machete to cut your bindings off when he simply can't bear to limit his access to your body any longer, while lacerating your delicate skin in the process. he might even accidentally smear your own blood around and paint your skin as he grips you-- letting one hand roam freely as the other holds the now blood-stained machete to your skin, as if daring you to scream for help or even protest. what happens next is between you and Mundy, and from now own, he's got himself his own little toy to keep him entertained between headshots up in the nest.

(BTW IF YOU WANT A FULL BLOWN FIC I WILL TOTALLY WORK ON A SERIES WITH EACH CHAPTER BEING INTERROGATION WITH EACH MERC....)

#idek how to tag this one #drabble #?#tf2 x reader #dark themes #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #mick mundy

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cluzi · 3 months

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An Ode to my comfort movies

I have two comfort movies that I watch no more than once a year, for fear of consuming them in my mind, and they are Weekend by Andrew Haigh and God's Own Country by Francis Lee. They mean a lot to me, because they're universal in representing the burning desire for human closeness. They're not just universal: for me, these are the two movies that better than any other have managed to synthesize such a vast and profound concept. I search all the time for movies and stories capable of touching every chord of tenderness within me. Abandonment and human closeness are concepts that seem to exclude each other, but are complementary: I do nothing but vivisect them, when I write.

In my humble attempt to pay homage to such concepts (and therefore these two movies), I self-published a little story for italian readers two days ago, on the first day of spring. It has nothing to do with these movies and it has a lot to do with them. Inspiration is such a blessed thing.

I specifically owe a lot to Andrew Haigh, as a director and writer, because he entrusts writing with the task of making his characters re/live. It's not as obvious as I make it seem. You should watch Weekend and All Of Us Strangers to understand what I'm talking about: you feel the care for his characters, as if they were real. Again, it's not as trivial as it sounds. Maybe what I mean is that I feel cared for, when I watch them.

The story I wrote it's about someone who probably, in my knowledge, never got to experience care as in human closeness. I won't elaborate, but it's something that has always broken my fucking heart.

Andrew Haigh also has what I consider the greatest talent of all: he brings to life male characters that feel like they were written by women. Oh my God, it's such an absolute pleasure to experience male protagonists who are built to be so open in considering others, in listening, in choosing the right word to say.

Yes, both these movies focus on male homosexual relationships, the point is also the fact that they have the ability to heal certain concepts about men, for me as a woman.

Those couple of days in a year when I feel the need to be restored in tenderness and faith, that's what these two movies do for me.

#weekend 2011 #weekend #andrew haigh #all of us strangers #god's own country #francis lee #comfort movies #comfort #lgbtqia #cluzi

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saphhicwitchbitch · 1 year

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Six

Another Steddie imagine au. This time Steve and Eddie work in a theatre company and this year they are doing a Chicago play performance. So Steve as a pretty boy gets cast as one of the cell block tango ladies. He specifically plays Annie, the one that sings ”Six”. Why this is important? We get to that in a bit.

So Eddie as a very dramatic, energetic person who loves performing has had a main role for the last few years. However, this year is different because his manager decided to give him the challenge of not being in the spotlight for once, instead, he will be a dancer for the cell block tango. At first, Eddie is pissed. Like come on, he has talent that can be used, not just dancing for one song. So on his way to his first rehearsal he’s in a bit of a mood. But he goes along with it and acts amicable when needed, treats his instructors nice, and comes to find that he actually likes learning the dances.

A few weeks later practise is going fine, apparently the dancers playing the 6 girls will be ready to rehearse their partner dances soon. Which means that the next few sessions are dedicated to the individual moves each of the men do when the ladies are dancing with them. Eddie finds out that he is partnered to Annie, which is cool. The start of his dance is literally standing, then laying on the floor while Annie does her routine, then the main tango steps that they were all taught (basically the same dance she does in the movie). He thought that this was going to be easy.

He was wrong.

When they introduced the cast playing the main six girls, Eddie knew he was screwed. Because in the mains was one of the most gorgeous men he ever has the blessing of laying his eyes upon.

Steve.

This Steve is wearing a very little amount of clothes : booty shorts that barely cover anything, a crop top/lingerie bralette thing, and thigh harnesses. So of course, Eddie is enamoured with him. This gift in the form of a man reaffirms to him that this is not as bad as he initially believed it to be. There is literally a Greek god standing in front of him. So while he doesn't get to use the full extent of his talent on stage, at least he can ogle Adonis.

While waiting to get paired up with whoever is playing Annie, Eddie is approached by Steve. They strike up a conversation where there is defiantly flirting on both parts, a few teasing lines thrown at each other and overall an amazing conversation. At this point Eddie is fully convinced Steve is a true angel, the perfect man for him.

Then partners are announced.

Now Eddie knew he was dancing with Annie, he was prepared for this already. What he wasn’t prepared for was the fact that Steve plays Annie.

Practise starts, “Pop” lady and her partner get through their section, then it is Eddie and Steve’s turn.

And Holy Fuck.

“ I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago “

One foot in front of the other, Steve struts towards Eddie. His voice dripping with lust as he sings on the most perfect raspy voice that has ever existed. He comes to a stop in front of Eddie, lays his hand upon eddies chest and slowly starts to stoke downwards. His touch light and teasing, fingers gently dancing along the material as they head further south. Then he reaches up again, hands grasp firmly on Eddies shoulder and push him violently to the floor. Eddie looks up in time while on the ground to see Steve’s decent. Fucking beautiful. Steve slowly slides into the splits over Eddies body. Coming to rest, lightly sitting mere inches above Eddie’s rapidly developing boner. The song continues, and Steve keeps singing, seemingly unaware of Eddies crisis. But then it gets worse. Steve leans down onto Eddie, pressing his whole upper body against eddies chest ,face coming closer and closer each lyric that is sung...

“ I fixed him his drink as usual”

Teeth graze the side of eddies neck as Steve bites into the red cloth that is tucked just under a strap near his throat. It is seductive, tantalising, alluring. Slow and sensual as every nerve in eddies being is set alight by the rough drag of the material being raked across his neck from Steve’s teeth.

“ You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic”

The energy changes, slow seduction has been halted. Now they must switch to the hot, animalistic, sexual nature of the tango. They grip each other tight. Eyes focused only on each other. Minds empty of anything but the raw passion they have for the other as they twist, turn, kick, and dip to the rapid tempo. Consumed with one another for the rest of the dance. Souls promising the other that more will happen as the final beats of the tango come into fruition. The music stops. They stop dancing. Panting. Breathless. Gasping for air. One of Eddies hand is clutching onto Steve’s thigh, pulling it up and close around his hips. The other gripping onto the small of Steve’s back, holding him up in their final position while Steve’s hands are desperately clinging to Eddie’s chest.

Steve catches his breath, and looks up towards Eddie. His eyes becoming sultry once more and a grin spreads across his face.

“ how about we do that again sweetheart?”

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10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

waaaaaa omg thank you for the tag em 🫶 @runa-falls!! its been 800 years since i got to do a tag game (and make my own post for once..) so thanks! this actually made me happy but also a little "oh shit. people know i exist..?" i also made this post unnecessarily long but its me so whats new

ummm its all. only. oscar. not sorry (a little sorry)

1. marc spector + steven grant + jake lockley, moon knight-my absolute beloveds. moon knight is so special to me. the boys are so special to me. theres really nowhere near enough i could say here about them but if you get it, you get it. its also what got me into oscar (even though i discovered immediately that he was in annihilation and x-men: apocalypse WHICH I WATCHED YEARS AGO GODDAMMIT)

2. robbie paulson, law and order: criminal intent-listen. hes my girlfriend. my babygirl. my love. my sweet boy. the one plaguing damn near every Thot. most niche character here. wish he was real. wish there was more content of him out there but good god if fran (@/midgardian-witch, who also made that gif) hasnt been holding it downnnnnnn. bless.

3. poe dameron, star wars sequel trilogy-beautiful brave sweet husband who would maybe drive me a bit insane irl but in a good way (mostly) i wanna protect him. (also the only star wars films ive seen sorryyyyy sorry. yes it was for him. and adam driver.)

4. miguel o'hara, spider-man: into the spider-verse + spider-man: across the spider-verse-ohhh you beeg grumpy beautiful man. he would not like me. bite me pls (also still my two favourite movies oat.) craving some milk and cake suddenly... (his hair wings..<3)

5. cecil dennis, revenge for jolly!-pathetic little dirty alley cat man my beloved. my little princess. also my babygirl girlfriend little guy loser boy. (AND THE CURLSSSSSSS. AND SAD COW EYES.)

6. nathan bateman, ex machina-asshole who i unfortunately love. we would not get along irl but thats what fics are for!!!! he would make me cry. (but what if i could fix him..) i have a soft spot for him...

7. llewyn davis, inside llewyn davis-sad beautiful talented man. you can crash at my place any day. i would let him leech off of me idec lemme help you baby. i could show you what love is. (the curls and outfits...... i Crave.)

8. santiago garcia, triple frontier-woof. this guy. damn. yeah. sorry santi but i wanna bite your knees

9. blue jones, sucker punch-literally. asshole piece of shit but good god. whore. so slutty and beautiful and PATHETIC. i would let him be mean to me and then cry in private. but also put him in his place. its complicated. (whoever did his eyeliner and club wardrobe in that movie... i owe you my life. thank you. thank you. you deserve everything. thank you.)

10. mikael boghosian, the promise-oh. sweet beautiful intimate lover man. THAT scene... absolutely killed me. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE. i need him. (i am taking this moment to remind yall of the titty bite. yea. not sorry. youre welcome.)

honestly i couldve put nearly all of oscars characters but alas.

no pressure tags, hope none of you mind! i know this is very sudden and unexpected from me. only tagged some mutuals so its not 10 :p sorryy (sorry if youve been tagged already)

@my-secret-shame @saturn-rings-writes @spacecowboyhotch @villainsoftheweek @f4nrir @kouichijo @mugensword

again, no pressure to do this. hope everyone tagged is doing well! i havent interacted with some of yall in a long time<3

all gif credits go to their respective creators! i have no idea if tumblr automatically shows who made them or not, so sorry if it doesnt.

#tag game #yaayyyy #also kind of funny i got tagged when ive been thinking about starting to write again soon...👀

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New Releases June 13, 2023

At 30, I Realized I Had No Gender: Life Lessons From a 50-Year-Old After Two Decades of Self Discovery by Shou Arai

At age 30, Shou Arai came to a realization; they had no gender. Now they were faced with a question they'd never really considered: how to age in a society where everything is so strongly segregated between two genders? This autobiographical manga explores Japanese culture surrounding gender, transgender issues, and the day to day obstacles faced by gender minorities and members of the LGBTQIA+ community with a lighthearted, comedic attitude.

The Dragon's Betrothed vol. 2 by Meguru Hinohara

Troubled writer Chiharu Izunome is betrothed to Rin, the local water dragon god. Despite Rin’s gentle demeanor, when a supernatural intruder threatens his husband-to-be, the angry deity unleashes the full might of his beastly fury, injuring Chiharu in the process! With Rin’s destructive power so clearly laid out, fear displaces the fragile affection growing in Chiharu’s heart. Can he truly learn to love someone monstrous?

Even Though We're Adults vol. 6 by Takako Shimura

It’s finally time: Ayano tells her parents that she has left Wataru and has fallen for someone else. And that someone is a woman. When the news breaks, Wataru finally gives up on trying to make things work, which means the wall between Ayano and Akari’s love has now been knocked down. Meanwhile, Eri struggles with her feelings for a married man. Is there a way out of this labyrinth for anyone?

If My Favorite Pop Idol Made It to the Budokan, I Would Die vol. 1 by Auri Hirao

When it comes to idol group Cham Jam, Eripiyo is the oldest — and perhaps only — fan of Maina Ichii. Despite Eripiyo's enthusiastic support, Maina is the least popular member of the group, but that doesn't deter Eripiyo, even though she spends so much of her money that she only has a single outfit of her own. But her love for Maina doesn't waver, even if she knows she might never be noticed for it!

Last Gender vol. 3 by Rei Taki

Welcome to "BAR California", a place where people with different genders, propensities, and sexual orientations gather to find a certain "something".

A transgender bisexual who has been hurt by the voices of others, a pansexual looking for true love, and a person who identities as both male and female. There are as many sexualities as there are people.

FINAL VOLUME

Old-Fashioned Cupcake by Sagan Sagan

A visit to a pancake shop leads to an unexpected May-December romance that breathes life into the monotonous routine of an older salaryman.

At 39 years old, Nozue lives a routine, if not melancholic, life of sleep and work. Togawa, his younger subordinate, finds it troubling and takes it upon himself to shake up Nozue’s routine. During a lunch outing, the two go to a pancake shop full of exuberant young ladies to “do what girls do,” and it’s just the thing to breathe life into Nozue. The two men start an unlikely friendship - and perhaps something a little sweeter!

Qualia the Purple: The Complete Manga Collection Omnibus collects volumes 1-3 by Hisamitsu Ueo and Sirou Tsunasima

Through Yukari’s uncanny purple eyes, all people look just like robots. Her talent is both a blessing and a curse–she’s an asset to the police, with her “skill” allowing her to evaluate humans at a glance, but her strange sight has cost her the friendship of her peers. Luckily, she does have one friend in her corner: Hatou “Gaku” Manabu, a girl at school who cares deeply for Yukari. But when Yukari is recruited to join a secret organization, the real trouble begins. Gaku is thrust into a realm of mystery, quantum experimentation, and alternate universes, with only her wits–and her love for Yukari–to guide her along the way.

The Summer You Were There vol. 3 by Yuama

At Kaori’s gentle urging, Shizuku reaches out to Ruri, the girl she bullied back in elementary school. All Shizuku wants is to apologize, but it soon becomes clear that even that won’t be so easy. Things take a dramatic turn when Kaori faints, and Shizuku learns that Kaori’s been keeping a big secret. Now, with everything out in the open, will things between the two girls ever be the same again?

Why I Adopted My Husband: The True Story of a gay couple seeking legal recognition in Japan by Yuta Yagi

As a gay couple living in Japan (where gay marriage is not yet legal), Yuta and Kyota have found a unique loophole in order for the government to recognize their union: Kyota adopted Yuta.

This nonfiction manga depicts how the two men met and fell in love, their life together for the last twenty years, their struggle to communicate their relationship to their families, their anxieties about the future, and their determination to live happily and carefree as any other married couple, while they strive for independence and equal rights in a changing cultural landscape.

X-Gender vol. 2 by Asuka Miyazaki

Covid-19 has hit Japan, and Asuka is struggling. Not only has the serialization of X-Gender been delayed due to the virus, the closure of Poker Face and other bars means they’ve lost access to their community. Can they find a way to stave off the loneliness, while also dealing with their fear of getting sick?

#new releases #manga #queer manga #lgbt manga #i know of all months to lose it this was the worst one but #lose it i did

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