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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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Dress

Pairing: Husband!Spencer x Wife!Reader

Description: When you’re getting ready for an event over at Rossi’s, you express how you feel you don’t look your best in the dress you had your heart set on. Spencer is gonna do his best to show you just how beautiful that you are.

Content/Warnings: Body image issues, full body kissing, oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, just some good love and fluffy sex.

Word Count: 1.9K

Kinktober Day One: Body Worship

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The dress looked so beautiful whenever you bought it. The black silhouette did good at hugging your frame, highlighting every dip and curve. Most people would’ve loved to wear a dress like this one, to steal all the attention of the night and feel nothing short of a beauty queen. It was elegant, a smooth velvet that showed poise. However, it didn’t really work out that way for you the more you looked at it without the presence of wine and the loving encouragement of your friends.

That’s why you found yourself standing in place, trying to smooth out what you deemed as imperfections that just wouldn’t go away. This was a nightmare.

“We are going to be late, my love.” Spencer called from his spot in the shared bedroom, looking in the standing mirror on the back of our door as he was fixing his tie. Formal events at Dave’s house were always a fun time. You’d actually managed to feel fancier than normal, the champagne and pleasant conversation adding onto that. You were also quite fond of the idea of socializing with some of the people who had known Dave or even the other members of the team at any step in their lives.

“I think I’m gonna have to pretend to be sick..” You sighed while making your way out of the bathroom, heels clicking against the wooden tile and catching Spencer’s attention. “Why would you pretend to be sick?” He asked, voice filled with concern as he was approaching you, his hands gently cupping your warm cheeks.

Now there are many answers that you could’ve come up with to deter from the overwhelming amount of insecurity festering inside of your mind and body from the dress that you so desperately needed to buy online. Marrying a profiler meant that he would be able to call you out on the lies.

You opted for honesty.

“I just..” Your eyes were trained on the mirror across the room. There was hatred for the sight looking back at you. In a way, it felt as if you were drowning in poor self esteem. Fuck this dress. Why did you have to pick one right off the rack without trying it on first? JJ told you that it was sleek, sexy. It felt the complete opposite. “I don’t like the way I look in this dress. I don’t have anything else to wear over to Dave’s house and I don’t know if I could show my face wearing this.”

There was no doubt that Emily, JJ, Tara and Penelope would be elegantly dressed with flattering attire that highlighted every positive about their bodies. While all having different body types, it was easy to see the beauty in each of them. They all had such well defined features, their bodies being sculpted from the finest stone. They were all four Persephone reincarnated.

Then there was you, the awkwardly shaped one who never felt like she fit in. Your hair wasn’t as nice as theirs, your teeth weren't as nice and perfect.. Sometimes you found yourself wondering why Spencer chose to marry you whenever he had such fine women on his team. The self deprecating thoughts were cut off by Spencer, a soft shushing sound leaving his lips. You’d been crying for a minute without realizing.

“I think,” He began while leaning forward to press his lips against yours. “That you look,” He continued on with his soft, sweet kisses as they moved to your jaw. “Absolutely,” His lips were soon on the flesh of your neck as he let his arms wrap around your waist. “Ravishing.” He finally finished, his hands running over your hips in an effort to soothe those wandering thoughts.

“You don’t believe me.” Spencer’s voice stayed steady, a frown forming on his face while you were blinking away a few tears.

“It’s okay, I will have to just show you just how beautiful you really are.” With his hands moving to the zipper of the dress, you could feel your cheeks heating up. “We are going to be late,” You spoke while letting your eyes fall shut as the wet kisses were slowly trailing down to your shoulders. “I think David would understand. Besides, I can promise you that it’ll be an all night affair.” He chuckled. Which, yeah.. That made sense. David Rossi could keep an event going all night if he truly wanted.

As the black dress pooled by your feet, you offered a shy smile as the kisses continued, your skin being filled with warmth from all of the love radiating off of Spencer’s lips from each kiss that was littered across the skin of your shoulders and collarbones. “Besides.. I’ve been punctual for the past fifteen years in every aspect. I think that I can be late just this once.” He chuckled, hands coming up to unclasp the black bra you’d picked out, letting it fall with the dress before he was lifting you in his arms, prompting you to let your arms to quickly wrap around his shoulders. “We shouldn’t take too long anyway.”

Your body hit the clean duvet when you were laid back on the bed, the cover still smelling of the sea breeze fabric softener that you’d become so obsessed with. Your husband’s lips continue to trail wet kisses across your skin, his hands running up your body as he was on his knees beside you. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” His words were soft, sweet. “Especially laid out like this for me.” You’d been nearly bare, panties separating your wet pussy from his loving gaze. His hands massaged the skin of your hips, lips littering more kisses around your chest area. “My perfect girl, I don’t know how a guy like me could be so lucky.” Love dripped onto your skin akin to the feeling of the bright sun shining against your skin on the hottest days. Your response came in the form of a soft breath, feeling his tongue flick over your right nipple.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, the male humming in delight as he could feel it hardening at the wet muscle massaging over it. He knew the sensitivity of your body, his hands kneading at the warm flesh of your breasts. You were reduced to soft moans, encouragement for more as your fingers tangled in the once neatly styled curls. “Fuck, Spence.” Your words were a melody to his ears, the male not always being so fond of partaking in swearing or really listening to it. However, whenever you did? He enjoyed it. That meant he was doing his job in the intimate positions that you both had found yourselves in.

Pulling off with a loud ‘pop’ filling the room, the honey colored irises were focused on your face, still contorted in pleasure as his hands were massaging your tits with his large hands. He repeated the same action with the opposite nipple, one hand dropping and his fingertips trailing down your skin, the goosebumps on your body standing at attention as his thumb was pressing against your clothed clit, hips wiggling in an effort for more.

Who was Spencer to deny his amazing wife the pleasure that she so desperately deserved?

Even if he didn’t want to, the male was detaching his mouth from your chest while his long fingers were hooking into the waistband of your panties. Your hips lifted out of instinct, body feeling hotter than ever as you were desperate to feel more of the touch you craved in the place that you needed it most.

After the panties were tossed somewhere behind him, the male let his hands carefully push your thighs apart, eyes focused on your slick cunt that looked more beautiful than he could put into words. His mouth was agape at the sight, those pretty honey eyes slowly disappearing in the black of his pupils.

“Fuck,” The swear was rare, yet hearing it fall from his voice in the dulcet tone never failed to surprise you.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before Dave starts calling,”Spencer spoke while glancing at the alarm clock, eyes falling on the mouthwatering sight nestled between your thighs. “So, think you can do it?”

The question was rhetorical. He knew by now how your body operated.

Before you could answer, his face was disappearing between your thighs, lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs as he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Leaving hickies between your legs was the best place, mainly because they were for his eyes only. It wasn't something unprofessional to where you couldn’t go to work without covering up. Less headache. The man was practical.

His tongue lapped over your clit as he was delving in, eyes fluttering shut. His favorite place had to be between your thighs. Stressful case? He’s licking and sucking your wet cunt from the safety of your hotel room. You want intimacy but he’s not in the mood for sex himself? He’s disappearing under the sheets.

He was intoxicated by your sweetness, drinking in every ounce of arousal that you were so happily giving him. His tongue ran alongside your velvety inner walls, your pussy spasming from the muscle that was darting in and out of you, having to alternate between your clit and your core.

Your hands were tangled in the now messy curls, your back arching off the mattress while the sounds of your moans and cries filled the room in addition to the suckling and groans coming from your husband, who was so focused on licking every inch of you.

You felt the familiar warmth deep in your stomach, a knot tightening inside of you as your pulsating walls were closing in on Spencer’s tongue. With your hands shoving his face deeper into your weeping pussy. “I’m gonna cum, Spence.” You panted out, eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back against the pillow behind your head.You know that you couldn’t hold back any longer, your body giving every indication that it was ready to unleash a wave of ecstasy.

The man licking and sucking didn’t let up, his hands having to hold your hips down as your orgasm was building. The more you wiggled and thrashed, the more that he knew that it was coming.

“I-” You tried to get out, however that didn’t work out in your favor as a moan was chasing what was supposed to come out of your mouth. Your legs were shaking as you were finally hitting release, your nails digging into your husband’s scalp while your mouth was agape.

The warm muscle was licking and cleaning up your thighs before you were seeing your husband’s face again. His chin was wet and his hair was an absolute mess as he rubbed your thighs.

“Let's get you in that pretty dress and get to Rossi’s.” He breathed, letting his teeth playfully bite at your inner thigh before he was pushing himself up.

Which you didn’t argue, the post sex haze making it difficult to speak. Even after you were redressed and Spencer had his hair fixed once more, he was coming to wrap his arms around your waist as he noticed you in front of the mirror.

“Feeling better? Cause I promise that you are going to be the most gorgeous woman there, you’re gonna have all of Rossi’s friends flirting with you.” He mused, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as you let out an airy laugh.

“Let’s get going, hmm? I need my beauty queen to make me look good.” He offered his arm out to you as they linked together, his free hand on your arm as you both made your way downstairs.

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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chifuyu matsuno + “Touch me there. Right there.” <3

please fuyu deserves the spotlight he’s baby 🤍

a/n: he does need more love, so i am definitely here to make that happen!! i hope you enjoy and thank you again for requesting this!! 🫶🏻

pairings: chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex m!receiving, needy!chifuyu, cum swallowing, teasing, make outs, use of pet names (baby, princess), praising, dirty talk.

prompt #29: “touch me there. right there.”

Your teeth clashed against your boyfriend’s mouth. Your lips were both swollen from the long makeout the two of you had been indulging yourselves in for the last ten minutes. Neither of you showed any sign of stopping either.

The two of you had practically pounced on one another the second you got home from the party you had just attended. It was a small gathering for your friend Baji who had just celebrated his birthday. There was high tension between you and Chifuyu the entire night. It was mainly because you were wearing a dress that showed off every inch of your delicate skin. He tried his best to ignore the ache that had developed under his pants, but he just couldn’t.

The moment you got into your bedroom. You were sitting on his lap and you both shared a heavy makeout session. His hands were exploring your sides and squeezing at the flesh of your ass and your hips. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another and the clothes you wore didn’t help his case.

Despite the room being quite hot and the two of you being somewhat sweaty, neither of you found discomfort in that. If anything, it only made you two want each other even more than you already did.

Chifuyu broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against your own. You stared deeply into his aquamarine hues that sparkled with love inside the irises. His cheeks were dusted pink from the heat that coursed through his body. The intense feeling of lust also played a factor in that. “Baby.. I need you.. now.” he said, sounding almost out of breath when he spoke to you.

With trembling hands, you placed them on his broad shoulders. Both of you were so damn needy for each other that it was sending you over the edge. “Need you more.. Fuyu..” you moaned at the throb between your legs.

You then slumped down and dropped to your knees. Chifuyu watched with wide eyes as your fingers trailed along his thighs, almost teasing him. His cock was painfully aching inside of his pants. It was almost as if his boxers were suffocating him. “Don’t be a tease, princess..” he whined, reaching forward to touch your cheek which was quite warm.

The noises he made caused your cunt to weep with need. Your underwear was probably a complete mess right now, but you knew eventually that he’d take care of that desire between your legs. You briefly touched the tent that had formed in his pants, causing Chifuyu to gasp at your actions. He wanted to have your pretty mouth around his cock already, but that wasn’t going to happen unless you stopped teasing him.

Your eyes shifted onto your boyfriend’s handsome face. He was breathing heavily and his chest was heaving. “Where do you want me, baby..?” you nodded your head to the side.

Chifuyu chewed on his bottom lip. He honestly bit it so hard that he thought he would have drawn blood. “Touch me there. Right there.” he looked down at you as your fingers brushed against that familiar spot in his pants.

You shook your head, reaching forward to unzip his pants.

You used your index finger and your thumb to pull down the metal zipper of his pants. He gave you some help by sitting up and pushing them down his hips, along with his boxers. His cock was immediately freed from the confines of his pants. It was honestly relieving for the man.

You used your right hand to wrap around Chifuyu’s cock. He shivered when you started to slowly jerk him off. Some white pre-cum had leaked from the tip, to which you gladly leaned forward and licked off with your tongue. He couldn’t stop the moan that had escaped his lips at the feeling. Your tongue was feverish and wet on his sensitive dick. It practically sent him up the wall at the touch.

Staring up at him, you brought your mouth closer to his cock. You then opened your lips to slip his dick into your mouth. Chifuyu groaned at the sensation of your warm lips wrapping around his cock. “F-Fuck.. yeah,” he let his head roll backwards when he saw you take his dick into your mouth fully.

Your eyes stung with small tears from the pressure of his cock reaching the back of your throat. Chifuyu’s hand reached for the back of your head, slowly bobbing you against his cock that twitched inside your mouth. He couldn’t keep himself quiet. He had yearned for this sight the entire fucking night and he wasn’t going to let a single thing interrupt it.

He let you pull back, saliva covered his dick which allowed you to slip it inside your mouth much smoother than before. You started sucking and using your tongue to make him feel good. He balls tapped your chin every time you moved closer, but you could care less. It was such a turn on for you to see your boyfriend in such a desperate state in front of you. God, you were so wet just thinking about what would happen afterwards.

Chifuyu’s breath hitched when your tongue swiped over his sensitive tip. His grip on your hair tightened from the pleasure that scattered along his body. “Shit.. yeah, just like that, baby. Keep suckin’ my dick..” he gritted his teeth, gasping when you pushed him further into your mouth.

You used your hand to stroke him while you sucked him off. Your tongue reached the places you couldn’t with your mouth.

Chifuyu couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into your mouth, causing you to gag on his cock. You moaned and dug your nails into his thighs from the pressure. He didn’t want to be rough with you or anything like that, but he wanted you for so long that he just couldn’t help himself. “Ah.. sorry, princess..” he looked down at you, panting.

Your tongue ran along the vein on his cock. He was twitching in your hands, signaling that his orgasm was upon him. “Love your cock, baby..” you spoke with a raspy voice.

He started to grunt and groan more often now. He moved your head against his cock. The pit in his stomach was growing larger and larger at every movement of your pretty mouth. “I’m close.. ah! Right there..” he pushed your head down on his cock, pressing your nose into his pelvis.

Without warning, Chifuyu reached his high.

He sucked in a sharp breath when he finally hit his orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over him and caused him to gasp. You could feel his cum filling your mouth and slipping down your throat as he held your head in place. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, but otherwise you swallowed all of his cum.

After a few seconds, he released your head, allowing you to take a deep breath. He used his thumb to wipe away any tears that remained on your face. “Come lay down, princess, I gotta give you your treat too..” he said, patting the spot beside him.

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ghosts-of-love · 7 months

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My thoughts about the Captain (and especially the scenes in episode 5) under the cut. Not spoiler-free, obviously. it's also...over 1000 words

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about the way his story was handled. I’ve never been a Havers girlie and to an extent I’m still not, for reasons I would probably have to explain in a different post. I’ve always known the Captain loved Havers, but I will admit that I did always think it was quite one-sided and, given what we were shown in Redding Weddy, I had previously thought that the Captain didn’t know he loved Havers until after his death.

I didn’t mind being proven wrong about that. There was always the chance that we would be given more information about the Captain’s life that would make me rethink things. I suppose I would now see Redding Weddy less as the Captain realising his feelings for Havers too late, and more him coming to terms with it on another level. Or even just realising that you don’t have to bury everything, some emotions and memories can be brought to the forefront and considered in a healthy way.

I still didn’t get the impression that they were ever together. I think there’s a whole depth to the relationship that we were never privy to. A lot unsaid between them and the audience but also between each other. More could always be revealed in the Ghosts Book that’s coming out soon though.

There could have been mutual feelings and love and even an actual romantic relationship there but I personally believe that the raw desperation in the Captain fighting his way into the event shows that they were not in contact (eg. writing letters to each other) in the way that two people in a secret relationship might have been.

I think that they were something that ‘could have been’. They were each other’s ‘what ifs’. If it weren’t war time, if Havers (sorry, Anthony) hadn’t gone to the front, if it weren’t quite literally illegal.

Or maybe it wasn’t even mutual. I find it hard to parse Havers’ expression. His ‘I know’ isn’t even an agreement or a confession, so much as it is an acknowledgment that he understands the Captain’s feelings, even if they’re not reciprocated.

And the Captain says ‘I had to find you’. It was a desire to know he’s alive. To know he survived. He may as well have said “I had to see you in the flesh”.

I don’t think they were together back then. I think they could have both wanted to be. I think they could have ended up together in the future if the Captain hadn’t died. If he had just waited and found a way to reach out to him a different way.

I didn’t have any problems with any of that bit actually. I thought it was beautifully acted by Ben – I could feel everything so deeply. The panic of it all. The desperation. The deep yearning to get closer to Havers, however possible.

My one gripe (which is perhaps becoming less of a gripe as time passes, but might resurface when I rewatch) was actually with what happened afterwards – the apparent lack of reaction to the story by the ghosts. Or at least, the lack of time dedicated to their reactions. He didn’t say the words aloud, and neither did they.

I flip-flop between being annoyed and thinking it works, somehow. I suppose we get to fill in the gaps ourselves – there’s no, ‘he wouldn’t have said it like that’ arguments because we don’t know what he said, we just know the bare bones of what he revealed.

And they all knew anyway.

I enjoyed (you get what I mean) the mirroring of of his stuttering in season 4 ‘I – I -’. Maybe there wasn’t anything to merit sharing with the group then because he lost his nerve but also because he knew they all knew, even if he couldn’t say it aloud. And with Havers – he can’t get the words out. That doesn’t matter. Havers knew too.

It would have been disappointing to me if they’d joked or said ‘we knew’. It would have detracted from the importance, I think. I would have felt the same if they’d fumbled around to say something he didn’t actually need to hear. For example. I don’t think he actually needed anyone to tell him that ‘it’s okay to be gay’. He’s known this for years by this point, since Sam and Claire’s wedding.

But what did he need to hear?

The man who survived the war but saw no action, who sneaked into a ‘decorated officer’s only’ celebration, who crawled through a window, who stole someone’s medals – just to find, not even necessarily talk to the man he loves – the man who died of a heart attack after the war was won.

He needed to hear that he’s brave. And that’s what he’s told, and by Fanny no less (I don’t have the power to unpack all of the meanings behind that; their friendship, her previous attitudes, her husband). I don’t think anything else they could have said would have sat right with me. Considering it was a group setting, I think it was done under the right conditions – i.e. he wasn’t put on the spot like in season 4, he made the decision to say something himself, he didn’t want to move on still regretting, still believing he wasn’t brave, still thinking he’d done something terrible. I think them telling him he was brave – and all being in agreement, all letting him get his story out with no interruptions too, unlike with Thomas, Kitty, Humphrey talking about their deaths/Kitty’s ball – demonstrated a level of attention and respect they don’t normally give to each other too.

I just wish there had been a bit more. Just something. But I can’t even figure out what it is that I wanted them to say in addition, that’s the funny thing!

I suppose I had also hoped that Alison might be there when he finally admitted something about his life/sexuality. She was the one who introduced him to the idea that homosexuality is legal now and specifically welcome in Button House, after all. I think he deserved to feel that she was proud of him. But maybe she was the one who gave him the strength in season 4 to know he wanted to wait until he was ready.

But also, the knowledge that Ben has had this planned in his head from the beginning comforts me, as does the fact that he has always tried to handle the Captain’s story/arc with respect and dignity (as much as these ghosts are ever given, you know?).

Those are my thoughts, slightly untangled but still not exactly coherent. I’d love to hear what you all think too!

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts season 5

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canary3d-obsessed · 1 year

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 35 part one

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Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Perfect Date, part one: Moon Gazing

While Wei Wuxian has been out unpacking emotional baggage with his family, Lan Wangji has been busy planning the perfect date. He's found the tallest bridge in town and placed himself there where his crush is most likely to see him in profile.

When Wei Wuxian arrives, Lan Wangji is gazing at the moon to pass the time. I wonder what phase the moon is in? Crescent, maybe? Waning?

Ha ha ha ha, this is television, the moon is full, of course.

Wei Wuxian is downtrodden and bummed out until he sees Lan Wangji, at which his whole demeanor brightens and softens, and he cat-blinks up at him.

Then he reflects for a moment on the reversal in his expectations. He's not one to dwell on gains and losses, but in this moment he sees that he's both lost Jiang Cheng and gained Lan Wangji. Wangxian, flute solo edition, plays on the soundtrack while he somewhat dejectedly goes to meet up with Lan Wangji.

Get Your Hair Did

Lan Wangji didn’t do his hair specially for this date, because his hair is always so extra it would be too obvious if he tried to make it more extra. But he sure does look beautiful.

The Lans have a rule about not wearing excessive bling. It’s good to know that wearing two pieces of silver on your headband (one of them is not visible here, it’s on the part that wraps around his ponytail) and four more on top of your head is not excessive.

(More after the cut!)

One of the things I love about Lan Wangji is that he values beauty, including his own beauty. He's an ideal gentleman of his time; one who appreciates his natural gifts and is responsibly curating them for the enjoyment of those around him. And while he’s been through an ocean of grief and trauma, and has a body covered in scars to show for it, he hasn’t let that change the way he adorns or carries himself.

It’s Only A Flesh Wound

Wei Wuxian slowly hobbles up the stairs and then tries to bullshit Lan Wangji about the state of his body at this moment, which is:

limping because of being beaten with magic lightning whip

massive gnarly curse on leg

additional curse on arm which Lan Wangji doesn't even know about yet

probably didn't eat anything today either

Lan Wangji wants to take care of Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji has his work cut out for him.

Wei Wuxian tries super hard to downplay the entire situation but Lan Wangji pretty much reads his mind, immediately yanking his robe up to look at his leg.

(Knee replacement surgery photoshoppery by yours truly)

When he sees the gnarly curse, he is able to infer that that Wei Wuxian transferred the curse from Jin Ling, and that he therefore met Jiang Cheng, and that he therefore got his ass beat.

These two and their nonverbal communication. Wei Wuxian says ten times as much as Lan Wangji, but so much of it is deliberately misleading that his words don’t convey any more real information than Lan Wangji’s silences. They both need to rely on body language and inference in order to understand each other.

Lan Wangji decides that he’ll carry Wei Wuxian, and when WWX says no, they go back and forth about that time during the turtle hunt, when Wei Wuxian offered (unsuccessfully) to carry Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian claims not to remember, and Lan Wangji has the nerve to get his feelings hurt, microfrowning as if Wei Wuxian forgot some special or tender moment.

Of course, to Lan Wangji it was a special, tender moment; Wei Wuxian was thoughtful and risked getting in trouble to try to help him. But to Wei Wuxian it would just be another of the many, many, many times he tried to get close to Lan Wangji and Lan Wangji told him to fuck off.

Perfect Date, part 2: Barebacking Piggybacking

Lan Wangji, displaying the same respect for Wei Wuxian’s boundaries that Wei Wuxian chronically displays for his, ignores his protests and picks him up to carry him back to the inn. He’s working his way down the romance-tropes checklist tonight and he’ll be damned if he misses any ticky boxes.

The department of questionable practical effects has cooked up some excellent fake legs for this occasion. I mean...its possible they’re real? But come on. Look at them.

In the shot where Wang Yibo is actually carrying Xiao Zhan while they both obviously laugh, XZ's legs are tucked back, with the sole of his shoe showing.

And when they walk down the stairs in the closer shots, it really doesn't look like XZ is putting his weight on WYB. Maybe they are both walking down the stairs in tandem? Anyway, Wang Yibo has an exceptional bod, with perfect control of every muscle on his frame, but he is a slender, wiry guy who is overall smaller than the dude he is carrying. So I don't begrudge them any fakery they needed for this shot. I just laugh at Wei Wuxian's gently swaying feet whenever I see them.

While Lan Wangji carries Wei Wuxian, they banter a bit about how Lan Wangji was able to recognize him. But that’s mainly a distraction from what’s really going on in this scene, which is a classic hurt/comfort encounter. The last time we saw WWX get a piggyback ride from someone, it was Jiang Yanli carrying him after he fell out of a tree. Wei Wuxian is always taking care of everyone, but his sister is the person who consistently took care of him, and now Lan Wangji is stepping into that role.

He tried to do it in Wei Wuxian's previous life, without much luck, but now he's just blowing past Wei Wuxian's objections and doing what he feels needs doing.

Perfect Date, part 3: Drinks with a Friend

When you’re shy or just not that talkative, it’s not a bad idea to meet up with friends on your date, so that someone can help get the conversation going. Lan Wangji has recruited old friend Nie Huaisang to break the ice and put Wei Wuxian in a cheery mood.

The camera cuts away while Wei Wuxian ties the ribbon of his mask, just like it cuts away whenever a cultivator starts to re-sheathe a sword.

And now we, and Wei Wuxian, learn that grown-up Lan Wangji is not only comfortable touching and carrying Wei Wuxian, he's apparently into manhandling him quite a bit, unnecessarily doing a full-body, both-hands snuggle just to walk him three steps over a threshold.

Nobody is complaining about this, mind you.

Lan Wangji has a hunch that Wei Wuxian likes his mean side, so he is mean to Nie Huaisang in front of him, hoping that it gives Wei Wuxian ideas.

Wei Wuxian follows up by giving NHS a warning that comes directly from his own experience: “if you don’t explain what’s going on today, be careful that once it gets out, all the cultivator families will gather to interrogate and subjugate [and]...when you want to talk, no-one will be willing to listen; no-one will be willing to believe you.”

Nie Huaisang gets revenge for their bullying by dumping nearly 10 solid minutes of exposition on them. We are kinda done with the “show, don’t tell” phase of the story; there’s a lot of information to impart. I’ll explain.

No, is too much, I sum up.

The crypt in the forest is a Nie Clan ancestral tomb, that occasionally eats people because it’s got traps all around it.

The crypt doesn’t hold bodies, but sabers.

The Nie Clan’s sabers are just absolutely loaded with resentful energy, which is why Nie Clan leaders tend to die of qi deviation.

The crypt's sabers are angry, and they like to feed on monsters and beasts, so the traps are designed to lure in those sort of creatures.

The humans who get eaten are generally either thieves, or cultivators too dumb to realize they’re trespassing on Nie property, which makes it fair to eat them.

How was Nie Huaisang to know that Jin Ling, a cultivator who actually matters to people, was that dumb?

This is all a big secret because using resentful energy, even without killing humans to get it, is forbidden. And the entire Nie Clan has been using it for ages.

Including, incidentally, during that one time when they came to Nightless City to point their (resentful) sabers at Wei Wuxian and punish him for using resentful energy. That time that he basically described to Nie Huaisang in his warning at the beginning of the conversation.

Fortunately for Wei Wuxian’s mood while hearing all of this, Lan Wangji has already ordered wine for their date, and he has it ready for Wei Wuxian the moment it’s needed.

Look at that swagger.

Also fortunately, Nie Huaisang is a genuine friend to Wei Wuxian (even more than WWX realizes currently, of course), and there is a lot of goodwill still remaining from their youth together. Earlier in the conversation Wei Wuxian yoinked NHS’s fan off of him, and before he gives it back he looks at it carefully and has a flashback to a new-to-us scene of their time in cloud recesses, where NHS showed him how great the fan is, while WWX rated it “meh.”

This time he repeats, verbatim, Nie Huaisang’s words of praise about the fan. Wei Wuxian’s memory for poetry and poetic speech is perfect, despite the swiss cheese that is his functional memory.

It’s a little jarring, and a lot heartbreaking, to see young Wei Wuxian, with his fresh, pure style (no black robes, no bracers, a floral silver twist in his hair), with his boundless enthusiasm and curiosity, and with his sword. The fact that we haven’t seen this scene before makes it hit that much harder.

I’m not sure if Wei Wuxian is deliberately giving Nie Huaisang a hint about his identity, or if he’s just praising his fan as a way of showing that he appreciates his friend. Nie Huaisang doesn’t show any sign of recognition, though, just grabs his fan and goes.

Perfect Date, part 4: Slip Into Something More Comfortable

Lan Wangji jumps into the next part of the date with gusto, settling at Wei Wuxian’s feet and attempting to take his clothes off. Wei Wuxian gets all shy, saying he can do it himself.

Lan Wangji signals his new acceptance of demonic cultivation by making an unabashed thirst face when he sees Wei Wuxian’s extremely-cursed bare leg.

The moment is interrupted by the cursed sword in the Qiankun bag, jumping around on a fishing wire like a fucking cat toy.

Perfect Date, part 5: Gift Giving

At this point we, and Wei Wuxian, discover that Lan Wangji has stealthily stolen his flute and has fixed it so it sounds good. Also it has some nice carvings on it now, which presumably came from Lan Wangji, although maybe they were there already from Wei Wuxian waving Jingyi’s sword around when he initially cut the flute. That’s how the holes got put in it, after all. The entire genesis of this flute is sketchy.

While the “somebody loves me” music plays on the soundtrack -- a tune we hear a lot when Jiang Yanli is on screen -- Lan Wangji finishes fixing up the flute while Wei Wuxian watches him, with dawning warmth and happiness.

This is the first of two times that a person who previously condemned Wei Wuxian’s method of cultivation, gives him a flute. Both times, I think, it’s the person’s way of giving their blessing to his cultivation method.

The fact that Lan Wangji initially tells Wei Wuxian to play Rest solo is another huge gesture of respect. Rest is a Lan Clan jam, but Lan Wangji lets Wei Wuxian take lead, only joining in when the cat toy Qiankun of Sword Cursedness doesn’t cooperate.

Perfect Date, part 6: a Duet

When Lan Wangji does join in, it's the best part of their date night, for them and for us. The camera operator treats us to several gratuitous closeups of beautiful hands and lips while they play.

They are delighted to be playing together, with a whole lot of eye fucking gazing, and Lan Wangji openly smiling like the lovestruck dork that he is.

This duet is a quiet evolution of their battle-couple dynamic; they're perfectly in sync with each other, subduing a restless spirit like regular cultivators on a night hunt. The first time they played Rest together, it was after an argument, on opposite sides of a killing field. Now they're playing and working in perfect harmony, in a considerably more intimate setting.

Lan Wangji feels like this date is going really really well.

#the untamed #cql #wangxian #the untamed gifs #cdrama #restless rewatch:the untamed #lan wangji #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #ep35 #canary3d-original #also on ao3

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A pretty strange ask, but... can you write some soft yandere Russia headcanons, please? People mostly imagine him as a very cruel yan, but I think its not close to reality at all. He just wants someone to with him and I highly doubt that he would want to hurt his loved one.

Also, your writing is great! I enjoyed reading everything you wrote, awesome job!

soft yandere russia headcanons

content warning: unhealthy obssessive behaviour, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, violence and mentions of death

thank you for requesting! though this may not be to your expectations, as i'm not the best with yandere content :') also this turned out to be general yandere headcanons for him oops-

At first, you two were total strangers who only ever saw each other at international conferences and meetings. But you began helping him with small things, giving him the slightest well-meaning attention and he is enamored with you. This desperate need for love stemmed from the fact that everyone he’s ever had left him - his sisters, his fellow Soviet members. Russia is a lonely nation.

Stalking. It’s actually impressive how well he does this without being found out despite his big frame. Russia thinks this is actually an act of love.

Isn’t the type to actively spoil you, but will give you anything that he can afford. Once, he ripped out his own heart and hands it to you, fresh and bloodied. He also rips out his other body parts, though mainly organs, such as his liver, lungs and kidneys. Also nearly ripped his own left eye out to give it to you (was fortunately stopped). Russia thinks that it’s a show of devotion, to sacrifice one’s own flesh and blood for one’s partner. While it’s very sweet and all, you wish he didn’t take it so literally…

And you’re absolutely right about him never wanting to hurt his darling - after all, they’re the love of his life! Why would he ever want to make an angel cry? However, he will hurt others who get in the way.

People notice that Russia stops hovering over his “friends” (i.e. Lithuania, Czechia, Latvia), and they take pity on you - Russia’s latest victim. You don’t believe this, because in your eyes, Russia has been nothing but kind to you, and on some degree you felt like you have to take care of him because Russia’s such a poor soul, isolated from the rest of the world, for the world rejects him, and no one deserves to suffer like that. And yet it’s your own kindness that’s your undoing, as Russia only falls even harder every time you show him the tiniest touch of kindness.

Of course, Belarus, too, notices his sudden interest in you, and begins to get suspicious, as she knows that look in his eyes all too well. It’s the same one that she sees every time she looks into the mirror - of longing, of sickly, twisted passion for her beloved. But you? Her darling brother harboring feels for you out of all people?

Belarus seethes with rage, clutching all the hidden blades she has on her body. She is more than ready to slit your throat right then and there. Honestly, Belarus really doesn’t want to waste her time with someone like you, but obstacles were obstacles. Nothing personal.

You begin to notice the strange salty taste in your water. The feeling that you’re being watched at night. Eyes boring holes in your back in the shower. Your clothes going missing, then returned full of scratches, holes and dripping red. This is another downside to having Russia obsessed with you, because you get a 2-in-1 package. Not only you have to deal with one yandere, you get two after you for two very different reasons.

Russia finds out, and does not ignore her like he usually does, no, he yells at Belarus. His voice thunders through the room, and Belarus flinches, but she doesn’t falter. There are tears streaming down her eyes, as she screams at him. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?

Russia tries his best to control himself, but before he knew it, his sister’s white, porcelain skin has turned into a violent shade of blue. He looks down. His hands were on Belarus’s throat, pinning her against the wall. She claws on his large hands, choking out his name in disbelief.

His heart stops. Russia lets go of his sister, and she crumples down like a rag doll. His mind races a hundred miles, but nothing registers in his mind, not even Belarus’s violent, hacking coughs as she tries to breathe just any bit of air at all in. The entire world seemed spun, and Russia closes the door behind himself - closing off his sister’s cries from the rest of the world.

At times, Russia doesn’t even notice his own behaviour - intimidating others, promising to do… things to them should they interfere with your relationship. You may notice Estonia giving you the cold shoulder after this, along with your close friends, who blabber half-hearted excuses to get away from you.

Hushed voices hang in the air, whispering about how Russia found himself a new toy to chew on and spit out later. Poor thing. They don’t deserve such misery, they don’t deserve to be with such a monster.

There have been several attempts to, ah, warn you of your current predicament. But you’re always left confused of what they were all about, as before the nation could say anything, Russia will always be there. Always. With his usual bright, angelic smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and then disappearing along with a nation to have a little talk. The nation never meets your eyes again.

It’s honestly laughable. You reach out to save him from loneliness, and now you were the one facing ostracization. But you don’t know that, do you? All you saw was everyone in your life leaving you - everyone but Russia, who stays and comforts you, just like how you’d come into his life with open arms.

You find yourself staying inside all the time, because what is there outside? Nothing. No one is there anymore. No one but Russia, who comes home every day, always with a welcoming smile for you no matter what he had to endure outside.

He wipes your tears away. It’s just the two of you against the world now. What’s that? A speck of red on his coat? Oh, he was being clumsy and cut himself earlier, there’s no need to worry about that. Just focus on breathing slowly now, you’ll be safe in his arms.

Safe forever.

Thunder boomed. Lightning flashed. Raindrops banged and crashed against the windows, but they were nowhere near as loud as the sound of your heart pounding noisily inside your chest as you tiptoed down the hallway, the gift well-hidden behind your back. Watering them before plucking seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the backside of your shirt was soaking wet.

Your eyes darted around. Just there on Earth was he? The carpet would be drenched if you couldn’t find him soon. Yet you let out a small giggle. The surprised look on his face when you show him would be glorious…

“Доброе утро⁽¹⁾, (Name).”

You shrieked and turned around to see none other than the light-haired man smiling at you sweetly. “Ivan! Good morning to you, too! The, um, weather today’s very… nice… isn’t it?” Forced laughter left your throat.

Russia giggled. “You do know that there is storm outside, да⁽²⁾?”

“I- yes, I do, I- well…” Cat’s out of the bag. No point in trying to hide it anymore. You showed him the flowers, fresh and teeming with life. The vibrant yellow did not fit the solemn atmosphere, where Victorian-esque walls loomed, suffocating you with the dark of the storm.

Russia’s smile faded. You could see the gears in his head turn as his eyes grew bigger and bigger. “Sunflowers,” he said. “My favourite.”

The bouquet shook in your hands. Your eyes trained on the ground. “I grew some for you,” you admitted. “Of course, that may be the reason why they look kind of sad compared to the ones at the flower shops- Actually, thinking back about it, I should’ve bought the sunflowers instead of growing them myself because while doing it yourself makes the gift feel more special, the recipient doesn’t always necessarily want your lousy handmade gift, so- Mmph!”

Russia practically lunged forward to swipe you into a hug. He didn’t seem to mind the flowers getting crushed. “It is the thought that counts, (Name). Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I…” Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you buried your face into his touch. “Yeah. Thanks, Rus.”

Water from the flowers soaked into the fronts of your shirts, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was you being in Russia’s gentle arms. So warm and kind. If only you could stay this way forever…

“(Name)!”

Latvia’s voice echoed through the halls. You looked over to see the small man in the doorway, nearly stumbling over because of the enormous stack of papers in his hands.

“Could you come here for a moment? I need you to fill out these docume-” His eyes widened at the sight of your current situation. “Oh! Good morning, Mr. Russia, I see you’re kind of busy hugging (Name)- Wait, no, nevermind, I’ll leave you two alone!” He scrambled out of sight, papers flying everywhere in the halls.

You tried to move, but Russia’s grip on you suddenly tightened. “Russia…?” Your voice faltered. “The flowers are going to get crushed…”

“Stay with me,” he mumbled.

“But-”

“Please.”

“I’ll give you double the hugs when I finish,” you insisted.

His lips trembled on your neck. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

His embrace only got tighter, like a cage closing on around you, yet you still managed to wiggle out, even just by a bit. “Dip them in water, okay? I’ll be right back.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and ran after Latvia.

Russia stood with only your sunflowers to keep him company as he watched your form grow smaller and smaller until you were finally gone. He looked at the gift. Some were crushed beyond recognition, but others were completely fine. These flowers carried the color of joy, the color of warmth, the color of sunshine. The color of your love for him.

He pressed a kiss to the bouquet. Latvia was going to regret this later.

Translations:

⁽¹⁾Доброе утро: Good morning

⁽²⁾да: yes

Last edited: 4/12/2022

#hetalia #aph #hws #hws russia x reader #hws russia headcanons #hws russia imagine #hws imagines #hws russia #hws x reader #hetalia x reader #hetalia world stars #cw yandere #tw yandere #cw violence #tw violence #cly writes

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i'm so tired

pairing || heeseung x reader

word count || 737

genre || major angst

warnings || mentions of alcohol, clubs, just sad in general, mentions of slight injury, blood (?)

note || this is my first work and I'm kinda proud of it idk but I hope it doesn't flop also ofc it's based off of I'm so tired by lauv so listen to it while reading and enjoy!!

You swished the drink in your cup. You were tired. You wanted to go home. This party wasn’t for you. You thought that maybe if you came here, you’d meet someone else and forget him but you knew you were a goner once the love songs started playing. As lovers held on to each other, dancing rhythmically to each other’s heartbeats, your eyes started brimming with tears. You released a shaky breath, the sight, the emotions, the love surrounding you reminded you of a love you once shared. A love much too hard to forget.

The cup in your hand now hovered over your face, its contents spilling down your chest, burning it with all their might. You coughed, cursing yourself for downing the liquid so quickly. Lightly pounding your chest with your fist, you tried to gain back the breath snatched away from you.

And then they played it.

You would be able to recognize that song even if they played it to you fifty years later in your life, when you’d have amnesia or dementia and your hair would be greying and your skin would be sagging with wrinkles. You’d use all the left up air in your body and cough out the name that would be on the tip of your tongue since the first time you heard it.

It was your song; your song in its flesh, the one that he used to play for you, sing for you. It was the song that you shared with the boy whose eyes would sparkle even in the dead of your dark tree house and whose smile would shine brighter than the nebulas in the inky night sky. It was the song he sang to you before he stole your first kiss, your breath, your oxygen, your everything.

You slammed your fist against the table and wished the alcohol would take over and drown your senses in indifference. You wished it would be strong enough to part you from your memories and, instead, show you fantasies that you wished would come true, but that was only wishful thinking. You don’t think they’ve made anything strong enough to drown out your emotions, and so you pray, to no one in particular, that you’d have the strength to hold onto the remaining piece of sanity keeping you alive.

All the meetings with strangers were pointless. Wherever you went you heard his voice, saw his face, and now you knew that you were in too deep, drowning, gasping for air.

You shot up from your seat, stumbling through the bar to find the exit. You needed air. You needed to breathe, to go out from this suffocating environment and get room to fill up your lungs with oxygen. But he was your air, your oxygen, your everything. He was that vital for your existence and you realized it wasn’t air that you needed but him. You couldn’t forget him, and he was the only person who could salvage your pathetic, dying being from the never-ending abyss it was falling into.

You shook with ragged breaths trying to find your way out, the distant pounding of haunting memories filling your ears. The problem wasn’t all the parties you visited. It wasn’t the couples that surrounded you. It wasn’t the love songs spilling into your ears, making them bleed.

The problem was you.

The problem was your need for him, your twisted mentality, your denial of reality, your refusal to live without something that was long-gone, that had slipped out your fingers like sand in an hourglass, counting the seconds away till the demise of your love.

You finally found the exit, bursting through the door in hopes that your aching heart would find peace outside, but it never calmed. It beat with pain in every pulse: undying, unrelenting, unforgiving.

You were tired of all these love songs. They promised eternity but that was the sole thing you never achieved. You were tired. You were exhausted. You wanted to go home, but home was so far away. Home was him and he was nowhere near you.

You staggered, out of breath, hands flailing around in an attempt to hold onto something that would save you before your knees buckled under you. But it was to no avail as you crashed into the granite, skin scratching painfully against its surface. Tears spilled out of your eyes and you released the most heart-wrenching cry ever.

Take me home, Lee Heeseung. Bring me home.

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@spookymomfriendtm : hi! I've been enjoying your Dimitrescu x kid stories! I've only seen 1 other person write a Alcina lost daughter fic and I wish there was more. It's a v interesting plot.I hope to see more about them from you! like moments of family bonding/Alcina's kid getting comfortable with the fam,Gma Alcina withCass' kid moments(rlly love the idea of Gma Alcina) + both versions reacting to finding old home vids/photos of kid growing up(cass' kid's would be the 2 of them b4 she was turned that miranda had)

Hell yeah! For this one, I’ll write head canons for Grandma Alcina and reader as Cass’s child. These are small little drabbles to flesh things in the au out a bit. Let’s get into it!

You and your mom like to play pranks on your aunts, but Alcina is not happy when she gets complaints about you two. “I am tired of hearing about these foolish pranks, Cassandra! You need to set a better example for Y/N!” She lectures one day. Alcina turns to rub her eyes and take a sip of wine while you look guiltily at the floor.

You feel your mom elbow you and you look up at her. She grins at you before purposefully muttering under her breath. “Alcoholic says what?”

Alcina’s eyes snap to Cass. “What?” She asks in confusion.

That just makes you bust out laughing which gets you two in even more trouble.

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Alcina loves you so much. She wants you and her to spend quality time with each other, so she decides to teach you some old Dimitrescu family recipes. “Okay, Y/N. This is my Grandmother’s special recipe for cabbage rolls.” She says.

When Alcina looks away, you crinkle your nose in disgust. “Um, Grandma… Can’t we make, like, cookies or something? Isn’t that what grandmothers are kind of known for?” You ask.

Alcina gives you the side eye and you quickly shut your mouth.

Alcina looks at the recipe. “Now, let’s see… I’ve modified this a little bit over the years to suit my taste, so the first ingredient we’ll need is a fresh maiden!” She happily claps her hands in excitement. “Yummy!” She says.

Your face goes white. “Uhh… What did you say?” You ask, really hoping you’d heard wrong.

“I said we need a fresh maiden… Your mother will be able to pick out a good one from the dungeon.” Alcina explains. “CASSAANDRAAA!” She yells.

Cass swarms in. “Yes, mother?” She asks.

“Y/N is learning some old family recipes. Would you go fetch a maiden from the dungeon for us?”

Cass smiles and nods before swarming away.

“Now, Y/N-”

You immediately vomit all over Alcina’s feet and shoes.

“Ahh! It’s so warm!” Alcina screeches. She is so grossed out she retches a few times herself.

“Never mind, Cassandra.” She calls out weakly.

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Since cooking didn’t go so well, Alcina chooses a new hobby for you both to do together. “We’re going to try something new, Y/N. One of my favorite hobbies is doing puzzles.” She tells you and puts a box of puzzle pieces on the table. “The trick is to find the edge pieces and try to create the border first.” She explains.

“Got it!” You say with enthusiasm.

Before Alcina has a chance to say anything else, you begin putting random pieces together and violently banging your hand on top of them, trying to force them together.

Alcina shrieks at your actions. “My corgi puppy puzzle! I just got it!” She starts wailing.

“I’ve almost got these fuckers together, don’t worry!” You tell her, banging your fist even harder. You happily show her the mangled pieces you’ve jammed together.

Alcina decides that’s enough quality time for one day.

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You also go to help Mother Miranda out in her lab. One day, Miranda greets you with a box in hand. “Y/N, I just found something I think you and your mom will want to see.” She says with a warm smile.

Your eyes light up. “What is it, Mother Miranda?” You ask.

“Well, I believe these are old home movies from before your mom… Well…” Miranda trails off. She knows she did the right thing by saving your mom, but it keeps her up at night knowing how long you went without her.

You pick up on what Mother Miranda is trying to say and squeeze her shoulder. “This is great, Mother Miranda. Could I take them back to the castle with me to show my mom?” You ask.

Miranda clears her throat and nods. “Of course, Y/N. I hope they bring back some happy memories for her.” She tells you.

You quickly run home with the box and barrel up to your mom’s room. “Mom! Mom! Look what I got from Mother Miranda!” You tell her.

Cass was trying to take a cat nap on her bed and you scared the hell out of her. “What’s wrong?! Are you hurt?!” She sleepily scrambles closer to check you for injuries.

“No, Mom! - Sorry for scaring you - I got this from Mother Miranda. She said that she thought these were home movies from when I was a little kid.”

Cass’s eyes go wide. “What?” She asks quietly.

You scratch the back of your head. “I think she was trying to say that they’re videos of you and me. Together. Before the… Uhh, you know.” You say, unable to finish your thought.

Remembrance tints Cass’s face. “Yes… Yes, that’s right. I used to have a small camera and took videos of you and I together.” She says, bringing her hand to cover her mouth in realization. “I wonder if they saved properly… How would we know?” She thinks aloud.

“I’m pretty good with tech stuff! Let me see what I can do!” You tell her.

Cass gently grabs your face and kisses your forehead. “Thank you, baby. I… I really hope this works. I would love to see us together and you as a little baby again. You were so cute.” She tells you with a big smile.

You laugh and nod your head as you eagerly make your way to go find a spare tv.

It turns out that the tapes are in fairly decent shape. You just need a VCR to play them with. Duke graciously lends you one for the afternoon.

Once you have everything set up, you go to find Cass in her room. “Mom, it’s all ready! Want to see?” You ask.

Cass squeals and quickly nods her head. She picks you up before swarming with you to go watch the tapes. She’s… Quite excited to see you as a baby again.

Cass lets you go so you can pop in the tape. Once you’ve got the remote, Cass pulls you onto her lap and nuzzles her face into your hair.

She knows she’s going to get emotional, so she takes a breath to steady herself.

You press play.

The video begins by panning over to a little white crib.

Cass feels her heart clench. She remembers getting it just for you. It’s one of the only nicer pieces of furniture she could afford, but… She wanted you to have something special.

“Well, who is this?” You hear Cass say softly in the video.

The video then moves to the inside of the crib and you can see yourself as a newborn, looking sleepy.

Cass chokes out a sob and holds you closer as she looks at how teeny-tiny you were. She vaguely recalls making this video, but her memories are fuzzy.

“This is my most very favorite person in the whole wide world. Say hello, Y/N.” Cass says from behind the camera and holds her fingers out for you to grab.

Your little hand quickly grips her index finger.

“Wow, someone is going to be very strong when they grow up. Great job, baby.” Cass praises in the video.

This makes you and Cass laugh.

“I think we need a shot of us together. Don’t you, baby?” Cass asks and puts the camera down for a moment.

In the background, you can just barely see Cass gently pick you up and cradle you in her arms. The little snuffling noises you make in the video cause Cass to coo at the adorable sound as she sits with you.

“Alright, here we are together. For all of our adoring public. Get a picture while you’ve got the chance, paparazzi.” Cass says and picks up the camera, pointing it at you both.

Your eyes go wide. Your mom looks… Really different here. Physically, she’s still roughly the same age, but her eyes are not gold. They’re a beautiful blue. Her hair is longer than it is now and a little lighter in color. She is also not wearing any make-up which you think suits her. It makes her seem more… Open.

“Well, this little one was born exactly one week ago. They decided to come almost a month early. I wasn’t even close to being finished preparing for them.” Cass laughs as she gently rocks you with one arm and holds the camera with her other hand. “And then, they had the nerve to keep me in labor for 19 hours. That’s just inconsiderate, Y/N.” Cass jokes in the video and presses a soft kiss on your head.

You look behind you at your mom in horror. “19 hours?!” You ask.

Cass chuckles as she remembers that day. “It was all worth it, baby.” She tells you and pinches your cheek.

Suddenly, you begin to fuss in the video and Cass gives the camera a tired smile.

“Alright, well someone’s hungry so I’d better wrap this up. Y/N, if you’re watching this, know that mommy loves you, okay? Forever. I can’t wait to see how you grow and what you’ll be like. I’ll love you no matter what.” Your mother says. “That’s all for now. Bye!” Cass smiles and the video cuts out.

You don’t realize that your eyes have been welling up with tears until a few roll down your cheek. That was so beautiful to see.

Cass is sobbing and she softly turns you towards her to bury her face in your shoulder. She cries for all of the time she missed when you were little. The bitter irony of her last statement on camera is not lost on her. She didn’t get to see you grow up. She’s still grieving that, but hopefully, watching some of these videos might help.

“It’s true, baby. I loved you then and I love you now. You never have to worry again. Mommy’s got you, okay?” She tells you.

You smile and nod, feeling safe with your mom.

Cass kisses your forehead.

“Can we… Show some of these to the family?” You ask your mom.

Cass sniffs and gives you a watery grin. “Of course, baby. I think they would love it.”

You run off to go find everybody and Cass is left alone with her thoughts. How different would both of your lives be if you had been able to stay with each other?

It’s a question that will forever haunt her.

Note: Sorry I got so angsty at the end XD Grandma Alcina is truly a strong matriarch. I wouldn’t fuckin mess with her… Yeah that’s a lie, I really would push her buttons a bit.

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#re8 #re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #sorta angsty #mother miranda

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best-underrated-anime · 1 month

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Best Underrated Anime Group J Round 3: #J8 vs #J2

#J8: Teenage girls find a random guy in a river, adventure ensues

#J2: Two girls wander the post-apocalyptic world

Details and poll under the cut!

#J8: Kemurikusa (TV)

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Summary:

A few young girls with strange powers and a tree that has grown through a railcar cling onto life in a desolate land, searching for its last reservoirs of water. Their routine struggle to survive is interrupted by the arrival of Wakaba, a boy with no memory beyond his own name.

The girls and their new companion commit to a perilous journey across seas of burning red fog—all in order to find what they need to sustain themselves on the more distant, dangerous islands swarming with robotic bugs. Their ultimate fate will be decided by their own strength, along with Wakaba's curious ability to understand the Kemurikusa: mysterious glowing leaves with wondrous powers. Besides the girls, Wakaba, and the hordes of ravenous bugs, the Kemurikusa are the last sparks of life surviving in this land. How did things end up this way? Why are there so many empty buildings with no one to live in them? Wakaba and the girls lack the answers to these questions, which means the truth can only be found within the Kemurikusa.

Propaganda:

Here’s ONE bit of propaganda for you: Kemurikusa is made by Tatsuki, the extremely talented director behind the original Kemono Friends anime by Yaoyorozu. This time, Tatsuki’s really stepped up his game: not only is this an improvement from his original short by the same name, this is also both an animation improvement and a writing improvement from the Yaoyorozu made Kemono Friends.

With Tatsuki’s skill as a writer to tell tight, medium-paced stories centering girls and the apocalypse, Kemurikusa focuses on both the emotions of Rin, Rina, and Ritsu, as well as fleshing out Wakaba to be more than just a simple sidekick, but the heart of the series, providing a very typically feminine role of comfort, care, and nurturing. The subversion of typical masculine and feminine roles in the story, especially from a male director, as well as the well-written, well-developed female characters (of which there are about 7, including a spoiler character), is a bonus for people who don’t like stereotypical “cool tough male character/generic nice boring female character who doesn’t do anything” stories.

The concept of a world sapped of resources by technology is also fascinating. [Admin: this part of the propaganda has been cut out due to possible spoilers.] Sadly, I can’t find a trailer, as this anime is SUPER obscure, but I linked the opening video to show another strength as well: the music. Just listen to it: this song is a total banger.

Trigger Warnings: Flashing lights, Child death (in reference to the characters’ motivation to find water)

#J2: Girls’ Last Tour (Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou)

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Summary:

Amid the desolate remains of a once-thriving city, only the rumbling of a motorbike breaks the cold winter silence. Its riders, Chito and Yuuri, are the last survivors in the war-torn city. Scavenging old military sites for food and parts, the two girls explore the wastelands and speculate about the old world to pass the time. Chito and Yuuri each occasionally struggle with the looming solitude, but when they have each other, sharing the weight of being two of the last humans becomes a bit more bearable. Between Yuuri’s clumsy excitement and Chito’s calm composure, their dark days get a little brighter with shooting practice, new books, and snowball fights on the frozen battlefield.

Propaganda:

Above everything else, this is a show about how human life and curiosity will continue to exist even in terrible circumstances. The two main characters are super charming, so following them around is fun, but even beyond that it’s just a gorgeous show. The scenery is often awe-inspiring and beautiful, as is the soundtrack. Despite the show taking place after the end of the world, it can be surprisingly uplifting as the girls (and the audience!) find wonder and joy in the world around them. Definitely a show more people should watch!

Trigger Warnings: There are some flashbacks that depict the war that ended the world, but they are not graphic. Some blood is shown, but not much else. Main characters own guns, though they don’t use them on other people.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

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#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 3 #tournament polls #group j #kemurikusa tv #kemurikusa #girls' last tour #shoujo shuumatsu ryokou

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xelizabethvalentinex · 2 years

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My Hero // Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary: You find yourself in a sticky situation, but Bradley helps you out of it.

Word Count: 1.0k

It had been a busy day. You worked as a nurse at a local pediatrics hospital near the base Bradley was stationed at. He had insisted on it. Ever since you two started dating, your boyfriend had become obsessed with spending every waking moment with you when he wasn’t in the air or you weren’t helping sick kids. He couldn’t help it; you were his whole world.

Your morning started off great. Bradley was able to eat breakfast with you before heading off, not before giving you a passionate goodbye kiss. You arrived at work where your boss had treated everyone with donuts and your favorite coworker was waiting in the break room to spill all of the latest gossips. The rest of the morning went by smoothly. Checking up on patients and running some tests filled your time before lunch, but it all went downhill from there.

As you were sitting behind the front desk of your floor, putting in numbers and updating patient files, someone cleared their throat in front of you. You looked up and were shocked to see the man in front of you. Your ex-boyfriend from almost three years ago.

You gasped before you spoke. “Ethan. What are you doing here?” You asked. You had to admit, he looked good. Since you guys called it quits, he had grown into himself. He looked fit, his clothes hugging his body. His hair lay neat on his head, and his eyes were as blue as ever. They seemed to be staring straight through you. You grew uncomfortable and shivered as his eyes swept up and down your body.

“Daniel told me he saw you out on the town not too long ago, and through the grapevine, I found out you worked here now. I thought you would have told me you moved to my hometown,” he said with a smirk. You don't like where this was going. He was the past, and Bradley was your future, and there was nothing that could change that.

"You can't just show up at my work. I have things to do." You tried to get the point across that he needed to leave so that you could get back to work, but Ethan wasn't taking the hint.

"Come on. Go to lunch with me. It's almost lunchtime, and I highly doubt you have anything better to do." He suggested while leaning on the desk, seemingly trying to get closer to you. You shook your head. You always had a hard time telling people no, but you knew going on a lunch date with your ex-boyfriend wouldn't sit well with your current boyfriend.

"I have plans, Ethan, and even if I didn't, I don't think my boyfriend would like us hanging out," You tried to explain as you pushed away from the desk. You needed to create space between the two of you because from what you remember, he was one of the reasons you don't like to tell people no.

The man scowled as he processed what you had told him. "You don't have a boyfriend." That confused you. He couldn't know if you had a boyfriend or not. He wasn't a part of your life anymore for a reason.

"Yes, I do. We've been dating for almost a year now. Not that you would know because we haven't talked in almost three years," you clarified as you started tidying your work zone. The truth was you don't have lunch plans, other than grabbing a sandwich from the cafeteria, but Ethan didn't need to know that.

He scoffed. "You're lying."

"Actually, it's true," said another voice. Both you and Ethan quickly turned toward the voice, but each of you had a different reaction. You smiled while Ethan frowned. Bradley stood, in the flesh, looking as handsome as ever. His hair was wet, probably from the locker room shower, and his white tank was clinging to his tan chest. He was wearing one of his father's Hawaiian shirts to protect his shoulders. He hadn't left the house looking like this, but you weren't complaining.

Ethan scoffed once more. "And who are you?" He asked with a condescending tone.

"Bradley Bradshaw, call-sign 'Rooster'. I'm this lovely lady's boyfriend, here to take her on a date," Bradley replied, sending his bright smile my way. "Who are you?" He asked with an equally condescending tone.

"This is Ethan and he was just leaving. If you'd excuse me," you said as you slipped from behind the desk. One of your coworkers had stepped out from the back to cover your lunch and was amused to see the stand-off that was currently happening between the two men.

As soon as you made it within Bradley's arm's reach, he was pulling you into his side. His skin was warm but inviting. He pressed a kiss into your temple before looking back at Ethan with a smug smile.

Ethan took this as a sign of defeat. He huffed, rolled his eyes, and made his way toward the exit. Before he left, he said, "when you're done with this little boy, call me and you can have a real man."

This made both Bradley and you laugh with your whole body. "That won't be happening. We appreciate the offer though," your boyfriend responded to Ethan's back, flipping him the bird after. You shook your head. This man, the man you got to go to bed with almost every night, made you the happiest person on earth.

You turned towards him. "When were you going to tell me you were stopping by to be my knight in shining armor?"

"I guess I must have some sort of sixth sense that can tell where you're about to deal with a grade-A douche bag," he says with a smile. "Anyway, where are we going to eat because I'm starving."

You look at your coworker who is still watching the events that are happening in front of them, nod in thanks, and start leading Bradley towards the door. "I'm in the mood for some Chinese food and there's a great place just around the corner. What do you say?" You ask while gazing into Bradley's pretty brown eyes.

"Lead the way, sweet thing."

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #rooster imagine

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 1 year

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Hi,

I saw your other post for the match up and was wondering if you could do one for me to please? :) I’d prefer TWD if that’s alright. I’m relatively tall and slim and British tho I’ve lived abroad a lot. I don’t really have a type except for broken guys 🤦‍♀️ it’s problematic ik. I like overprotective guys but I’m also pretty protective too, especially when it comes to my family. I can get jealous but I try not to and I always get really attached but don’t show it until I think it’s reciprocated, at least a little. I hate if I’m excluded from things that I can actually do and I can be clumsy. I’m not really a girly girl but on occasion I do like to dress nicely.

I think that’s everything.

Thank you so much and if you can’t or don’t want to do it, I totally understand :)

I match you with mr. Rick Grimes.

Request are open, send ‘em in!

You met Rick when the apocalypse first happened. You were trying to get some supplies when she ran into him.

When Rick seen this woman his first instinct was to take her in. He didn’t even know her, but from first glance he felt something there.

You two kinda danced around each other for months. You would long for each other from a distance.

You tried to keep a safe distance from everyone for the longest time. You didn’t want to get to attached to anyone, cuz tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. Especially, in an apocalypse.

There would be times when you would think Rick was flirting with you. You craved for his attention, but that overwhelming feeling that these people were just going to ripped from your hands caused you to feel.. overwhelmed.

Rick is very protective of his group. He would always look out for the group and do whatever it is that needs to be done.

You loved how Rick protected his group. Rick didn’t treat his group like another number of survivors. He genuinely cared for them and considered them to be his family. Hell, they were raising his kids with him.

You could handle yourself. You could fight off the flesh eating monsters. That didn’t bother you one bit. You were very, very protective and strong which is one of the reasons Rick falls for you.

He always included you with anything they did. If someone left you out he included you. -he would go out of his way to include you.

Rick knew you were the one when the two of you went on a supplies run. Y’all ended up at a small strip mall. You cleared the store while Rick watched the front of the store for safety.

You collected supplies in your bag, clothes for the men and women of the group. Clothes for some of the little ones. But as you collected the clothing supplies you came across a dress untouched by the destruction around it.

Rick didn’t expect what he saw next.

Rick heard clicking of shoes and turned around. Seeing you in a (f/c) summer dress. It was beautiful and flowy.

“Wow, I was not expecting that.” he says as he looks you up and down. “Oh, this?” you would question as you twirled around. “I found this dress and I just couldn't help it. It's like a finding a diamond in the rough.” he smiles when he sees her smile. Not a fake forced smile, a smile that just tells everyone you're okay for the timing being and an actually genuine smile. “Well, you look beautiful.” He would tell you making you blush.

It’s not because you dressed girlie and he thought you were the one. But because you are so optimistic, living in the moment type person. Rick loves that when he is around you the whole world around him is no longer dangerous. You made him feel like there was no flesh eating monsters out there. You make him wish that it was you that he met first before his late wife Lori. You he wished he would’ve had kids with. A life with before shit hit the fan.

He loves your “badass-ness”. He has seen you take out 10 walkers alone. Did he like that he had to watch you take on 10 walkers along. Hell, no. But he had no other choice.

This was after the fall of the prison. You were trying to make it out alive. Rick was in no position to fight off the dead. And Carl.. well you made him help Rick keep standing ad you killed off the walkers. One by one with just a knife. You praised God that you came out of there unscathed.

So yeah, you and rick are the power couple of the apocalypse. I hope you like it. Sorry for any mistakes.

#x reader #the walking dead #imagines #y/n #rick grimes #twd #headcanon #Rick grimes x reader #Glenn rhee x reader #Daryl Dixon x reader #Negan x reader #Carl grimes x reader

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acephysicskarkat · 1 year

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So much of the disappointment of S5 came down to its refusal to actually do anything with the good elements of SP0P. It feels like we traded final seasons with the Berenstein universe, or it was based on Stevenson’s original drafts instead of the actual episodes, or they meant to go back and flesh it out with payoffs for the planting but never got around to it. (Or, in keeping with my conspiracy theory about this, that the permission/order to do c/a came a noticeable chunk into the allotted writing period and forced them to rewrite everything in a wild rush.)

Adora and C*tra had a promise to look after each other. We learn this in a big episode named after it, written by the showrunner! Is that going to go anywhere? Nope, never mentioned again. But hey, it was inadvertently recontextualised by the flashback that paints their entire friendship as a toxic, controlling mess; that’s not nothing! It’s less than nothing!

Adora punches C*tra in the face and refuses to put up with her guilt-tripping any more. How does S5 handle this? Well, it has C*tra pull out the Blame Game several times, and Adora meekly accepts every shitty bit of victim blaming the writers dole out in their frantic attempt to both-sides this argument four seasons after they would have had to start to make it work. (Which is a failure confined solely to S5, as a note; whoever had the idea to build C*tra’s redemption around an apology hopefully did not anticipate that it would later be whittled down from “I’m sorry for everything” to “I’m sorry you were offended”.)

Meanwhile, on C*tra’s end, there was that whole Thing in S3 about how her obsession with Adora was only hurting them both and the best thing for her would be to move on. That was gutsy. Acknowledging that even if two characters did care for each other, trying to commit to it would only hurt them? That’s the kind of complex, difficult thing you’d see from Steven Universe at its best. So, naturally, season 5 opts to completely drop that because doing anything to expand on it would contradict the Shipping Grid of Destiny, which is more important than any of your lowly mortal concerns like plot, characterisation, or theme.

Or hey, how about Adora’s desire to find her family, which is given a wildly unsatisfying resolution (”they’re dead so stop asking”) and then dropped entirely? They don’t even take the low-hanging fruit option of having C*tra console Adora over it (that would be too much like treating Adora like a person with her own needs for S5 to even consider it), they just forget it was there, and even the found family option is given one dream sequence that is never actually connected to it. Bonus points because taking this option both abandons the power-of-friendship stuff from the much better written season 1 and 4 finales and sidelines the best candidates for her found family, the Princesses of Power, who you’d think would have been important because they’re literally in the title but apparently not.

This is a pattern that becomes much clearer in the wake of S5 and its attempt to make a clean break with seasons 1-4 but was already there before it, from the C*tra/Shadow Weaver parallels that end up going exactly fucking nowhere to the crowd of princess outlines that Light Hope shows Adora for no coherent reason because we later learn that the only one who actually matters is Scorpia.

The show always seems to be planned out until the end of the season and then just wings it from there. And that’s not an inherently bad thing, many great stories have been the product of just winging it, but it does make it weird when people ignore that and act like it’s not this thing it’s hard not to notice that it in fact is.

If this whole thing was a Glorious Cohesive Narrative That Was Planned In Advance, that means they intentionally had C*tra do something borderline unforgivable with the explicit intent of having it be hastily forgiven. They deliberately yelled in the audience’s face that this relationship is not healthy and the best thing for them both would be to move on as an intentional way of making people want them to hook up. That’s...kinda not a good look.

#spopcrit

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All Fics Extra #6: Races

This is going to be a weird mix of reboot canon, original canon, fanon, and personal headcannon. I used to cover this partially in my AU Constants fic extra, but I wanted to make things clearer.

This is specific to my fics and not fact/correct, just worldbuilding I’ve done based on what the show provides us and general fanon. That said, some of these terms (or similar ones) are widely used across the fandom.

Note: I will use race and species somewhat interchangeably in this post. Race is a social construct that I think would form differently in a world with multiple sentient species, and also I feel weird using species a lot because it's such a scientific-feeling term to me.

Intro

Though we can get more information from show materials/Crew-ra, inside the show itself, species aren’t often named. Angella is immortal, Adora is a First One, there are humans, and everyone else on Etheria is indistinct. It isn’t even clear if First Ones and immortals are actually separate races from humans. It can be inferred that First Ones are in some way distinct as the Sword of Protection only responded to a First One, and thus likely relied on something similar to a DNA marker to identify them, but this is conjecture and it could have used some kind of magical signature.

ND stated (I don’t remember where for sure, but my instinct is to say the BLM livestream) that a history for Etheria that the crew came up with was that Etheria was a melting pot planet of various immigrant races. This can be seen in the show when Mara (via hologram in S3:EP3) says that “we [the First Ones] were the first ones to settle Etheria - to really study this planet’s magic.” Thus, the great diversity of sentient life on Etheria is likely due to many alien species arriving as explorers and settling there before the planet was put in Despondos by Mara. This means that a term like “Etherian” would be closer to a nationality than anything else.

There are species from other iterations of the franchise that have canonical names which can be extended to the reboot. Please check out this amazing chart that clarenecessities/birdindale put together to reference those. While the names here are researched and have canon sources, that’s not research most of the SPOP fandom has done, especially early on, so there are common fanon names for several species that developed. Many of us built on each others’ ideas to flesh out the world in writing. It’s easy to not mention a character’s race in a visual medium when you can see that they are a satyr, but in writing we usually need names.

Species/Races

Humans: (EX: Bow, most of the princesses, etc). Humans seem to be found in large congregations in Bright Moon, Plumeria, and the Kingdom of Snows. There are many characters that are “questionably” human as well, such as Glimmer (one of her parents is “immortal”, and thus she could be human or demi-mortal). I consider the princesses (and Adora/Mara) to be human in most AUs.

First Ones: (EX: Adora, Mara, etc). As discussed above, this could be distinct from the humans of the show, an ancestor race humans descended from, or merely the nationality for the humans that come from the First Ones’ homeworld. This homeworld is Eternia, and thus the term Eternian might be used instead of First One depending on the story.

Elves: (EX: Shadow Weaver, Entrapta’s busgirl, etc). Elves are seen mostly in the background. I state Hordak’s race as dark elf for fics where he isn’t a clone, though he looks the same. Dark elves are different from other elves due to having skintones in either monochromatic or blue/purple colors, which range in saturation from white to dark blue/black. They also generally have varying degrees photosensitivity, which is why Shadow Weaver wears a veil or mask to protect herself from burns even in modern AUs.

Hybrids: (EX: Catra, Scorpia, Rogelio, etc). Hybrid is a term that I believe originated with the fandom/fic writers. It describes the races in the show that don’t fall neatly into human or some other common fantasy species. These are the alien species that show both human and animal characteristics. Hybrids are commonly found in the Crimson Waste and the Fright Zone.

Magicats: (EX: Catra). Magicats are a named species from previous iterations of the franchise. In the original they resembled furry, anthro cats that walked both on hind legs and all fours, but in the reboot they are mostly-human in appearance but with the addition of fur, fangs, cat ears, and cat tails. They have various coat patterns/colors and some cat characteristics in personality and traits (examples from Catra in canon include: grooming her arm with her tongue, her tail reacting to her emotions, hissing, growling, purring, etc). In the BLM charity stream, ND stated their headcannon is that magicats were an explorer race who came to visit Etheria, but that the magicats seen on Horde Prime’s screens are intended to be from the magicat homeworld. They are found in very limited numbers on Etheria (in fact, only two are seen on Etheria throughout the entire show that I could find - Catra and an unnamed background character in S5EP7 - with an additional two from the homeworld seen on the screens). There are other feline background characters that are visually distinct from Catra, however. These characters have cat-like head shapes and more closely resemble the magicats from the 80s original. Whether they are intended to be magicats as well (or related to them) is unclear. Note: Catra was human in the original 80s show.

Scorpioni: (EX: Scorpia). Another highly-rare species as of the time of canon, though this is explained by the Horde’s base having been built on top of their conquered kingdom.

Lizardfolk: (EX: Rogelio, Tung Lashor, etc). I believe this is a term that originated with the fandom to describe the lizard hybrids in particular (I've also seen variants of it, such as lizardkin). Some lizardfolk seem incapable of human speech (Rogelio), or perhaps just don’t speak it as a first language, while others use the human tongue (Tung Lashor).

Finfolk: (EX: Octavia, Salineas background characters, etc). This is a term used to describe supernatural/magical creatures related to the sea IRL, and is an umbrella term I use to refer to any ocean-related hybrids such as Octavia or the many sea-based people of Salineas. I think they are canonically called Merfolk, but I leave that term to describe more strictly mermaid-based/sea-bound characters. Therefore Merfolk might be used to describe Mermista (I mean, she can literally turn into a mermaid) but it wouldn’t be used for Octavia since she primarily lives above ground and far from water.

Other Species/Terms

Krytian: (EX: Melog). We don't really have a name for Melog's race, so I just call them krytians, or perhaps more generically shapeshifters, but they are very distinct from say, whatever shapeshifting race DT is, so krytian works best.

Fae: We see what appear to be fairies, elves, satyrs, mermaids, etc in the background or in recurring cast characters. I don’t use this a lot, but it’s included here because some of the races we see could fall under it as an umbrella.

Orc: Apparently Huntara's race has a name (from Clare's chart), but I've always just called them orcs in my fics since it fits with their general look.

Satyrs: (EX: background characters, such as in Thaymor). Satyrs are definitely present in the world of Etheria, though I don’t know if any actually speak in the show. They are, of course, human-goat hybrids.

Moth hybrids: This is what I believe the leader of Elberon is supposed to be.

Bull hybrids: Seen in the Crimson Waste. See Clare’s chart for possible names. I believe taurus-based terms are used by furries for this kind of character? But that's coming from like, one tweet, I don't know shit about furries, so take that with a grain of salt.

Fairies: Again, this is what I think Flutterina is supposed to be (or maybe she’s some kind of butterfly hybrid, but clearly her race exists out in the world or the Alliance would have been more suspicious of her).

Canidae (Lycans/Vulpes): A term I’ve used before but decided not to really again because it caused confusion in the two fics where I did. These are the canid-based hybrids seen in the Crimson Waste (Lycans: dogs/wolves. Vulpes: foxes). Based off terms I think furries use once again, but I only asked one person.

Squamagica: (EX: Double Trouble). This term probably hasn't appeared (yet?) and I think is the main reason I drafted this fic extra a year ago and forgot about it, but I like what I came up with, so I'll leave it in. As said above, there are multiple shapeshifting races, so referring to DT’s race as simply that (even if it is what's used in canon) and nothing else isn't a perfect solution, especially for AUs where magic doesn't exist. In those AUs, they don't have full-on shapeshifting powers (some ability to manipulate their forms, maybe, but not total reformation), so I’ve settled on the name squamagica for them, based off squamate (the largest order of reptiles, which DT’s design seems inspired by) and the precedent from magicats. I think it sounds like something that could be from the franchise, but I just pulled it out of my ass and worry it would cause confusion once again, which is the main reason I haven't actually used it yet.

#fic extra #ficmeta #all fics #drafted SEPTEMBER 28 2021 #yeah ive been sitting on this a long time #i actually had to copy it to a new post so i could turn off reblogs XD #the DT thing is the main reason i havent posted this #but also that i stopped naming/differentiating the races so much #so it felt kind of unnecessary to post anymore?#but a comment on an old fic reminded me the OLD stuff is still out there #so hopefully this helps clear it up and i do still stand by most of it #not all because clare's chart gave us more canon-based stuff for some things #but i'll keep using a lot of this and just supplement when needed

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justoneofthoseghosts · 1 year

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Granted I got excited for the Chenford train but I'm slowly coming down from the high with how the writers choosing to go forward with their writing. I'm not sure about you but I don't think taking a desk job like Tim is doing is romantic at all. Granted there are sacrifices and compromises that need to be made in relationships but when you make those sacrifices that affect your career, I don't find anything romantic by it. What would people say if it were Lucy who agreed to take a desk job so she could continue to see Tim. I'd hope there would be an uproar.

I'm a WOC fan so I was actually excited for two POC leading a romantic pairing with Chris and Lucy. Something we rarely see on tv.

Okay, get ready for some potentially hot (and likely unpopular) takes.

I’ve been slowly transitioning to being a more casual viewer of The Rookie. It’s still a fun show that I watch because it offers me some mindless way of decompressing after a long day of eye rolling and glaring at spreadsheets but I haven’t been all that invested in Chenford anymore. I mean, love that the fandom finally gets canon Chenford after years. Good for everyone who waited so patiently. To each their own, right?

Honestly, I kind of found the writing last season to be a bit wishy washy. There weren’t any really any big Chenford moments (outside of the premiere) until the finale and even then, it sort of came out of the blue. I like my slow burn piled on with a lot of feelings, pining, anticipation, stolen looks - you know, the works - so I was a tiny bit disappointed in how the writers developed the relationship overall. Introducing love interests that weren't really needed in my opinion. Ashley was a barely fleshed out character and while Chris had some potential, the writers didn't really think of him that much. I felt like both the LIs lacked purpose and even how both relationships ended felt off.

Also, don’t really like how they seemed to have retconned Tim’s character. He basically refused to write Lucy up for “losing” the earrings because he couldn’t remain objective. IDK but that doesn’t seem very Tim circa season 1. I don’t find it romantic. It feels a bit patronizing.

Lucy is and will always be my favorite character on this show. I hope she gets better storylines that revolve less around her and Tim. Also, they should write in Oscar more often. I enjoyed him in the last episode!

I do hope we see more POC pairings not just on this show but in others. I agree that there is a serious lack of it and it's something that writers, networks and producers could do much better on.

Now, let me duck back into my cave before I get pelted with tomatoes by the fandom ✌🏻

#the rookie #anon tag #answered #please don't come after me #I come in peace

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bokettochild · 2 years

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Heeeeeello~

I’ve been enjoying your blog for the last three or so weeks I’ve had Tumblr and I wanna ask how in the world you write all these different characters interacting? I struggle to characterize the three barely fleshed out OC’s I have who don’t even really interact with anything. All the different Links have different interpretations yeah, but there’s like, already this solid foundation from their games and the LU comic so it’s intimidating trying to envision dialogue or basically anything

To be quite honest, I think it's because of my comic background?

When I was a kid, my siblings and I did this thing called Comic Club, which I started because I learned what an ask blog was but hadn't the ability to make one.

Long of the short of it, every week, we would amass questions for each others' oc's and then have to answer the ones for ours with a comic. As the leader of the club, I was under the pressure of creating the cool comics and thus needing them to be memorable. I did that by making characters interact with each other.

By doing it in comic form, i gad to split my focus between what they were saying and what they were doing at the same time, so nowadays, provided I've been exposed to comics again, I can just think of writing like a comic. Imagine every scene in panels and write what you see and what the characters say.

As for the interacts thing: I tun into other people's emotions all day long. I try and stay aware of how actions and words effect the emotions of other people, and how emotions impact how that person acts and speaks in response. It's a messy thing, but it's come from years of reading and people-watching.

If you think of interactions as a cycle of give and take of emotional responses, it can help you figure them out better! Additionally, I've found that using a character's POV helps convey their thoughts and smooth interactions better. For instance, if I said someone reacted violently to something when it was a bit out of character for them to show much emotion, I could confuse my audience. If I use a character POV though, I can make that character provide reasoning behind the action.

"Warriors may be their kind and responsible brother, but even he has his limits. Really, it was the poor fool's own fault for sneaking up on the captain, because no amount of charm and kind character can undo years of trauma from betrayal and backstabbing."

Like, Warriors is hardly a violent person, so it may confuse my readers if he acts violently to a seemingly innocent person. if I have the POV state that it's because warriors has betrayal trauma and reacts violently to being snuck up on, not because he is violent but because it's a trauma response/learned reaction, then it makes more sense.

This leads to the fact that when I try to figure out actions, I have to consider histories and general behavior patterns:

Warriors has trauma from the betrayal of his men, it's natural he has trust issues, right? So, him being less trusting of the chain then he lets on would be in character for him, if we say that he hides everything behind his charm and pretty smiles and thus we rarely see his suspicious side.

By thinking about their history, we can predict their responses and puzzle out why those responses would happen. then we can switch over to whom they are interacting with and see what their personality+background would result in them doing as a response.

I have no clue how understandable this is, but I hope it helps? I have so much to say about writing, so I'm sorry if I got carried away!

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Mercy in Defeat

Chapter 5

Part 2

Floki’s words to him as a young boy floated back into his mind.

‘”Ahh, but you see young Hvitserk, the Christians are cannibals and they feast upon the flesh of their god and drink his blood”’

Drinking blood wasn’t that unusual to Hvitserk, his people would drink animal blood during their larger and most important ceremonies, it didn’t tease very nice and he didn’t like it. Most of the time it was sprinkled upon their faces, but they never drank human blood or ate other humans. Hvitserk felt his stomach twist up at the very thought.

“Where do the arms come from?” Hvitserk asked, he scanned more of the sacks with distaste, sure he would see blood oozing out from one.

“My nobles always donate Alms, they have the most privileges in the land, after that it’s the churchmen, and after them any person who wishes can give too. The Alms are then shared equally and handed out. Everybody deserves to eat no matter their situation, so Alms are always given out to those who come here, my men do not ask questions on circumstances or reason, everybody gets what they need”

Hvitserk let out his breath in a noise, he didn’t notice he had been holding it. He still watched the sacks being picked up and handed out. Alfred looked at him curiously.

“Back at Kattegat, we had some winters with little food when I was a young boy, my mother once said my father cooked rats that he found and many people starved in the streets, but we never thought of arms to eat” He paused “Don’t the people worry they will bleed out?”

Alfred’s lip moved as if he was going to speak, he looked slightly confused, his eyebrows lifting slightly and he suddenly looked like he was trying not to smile as he fully understood the situation. Once more the language barrier between them was showing itself.

“Alms Hvitserk, not arms” He explained kindly. “Alms means charity, so anything like grain, food or materials not needed, people give them as Alms so those who don’t have what they need can get by”

To Hvitserk, it sounded like Alfred said the same word.

“Arrms?” He tried

“Alms” Alfred said it slowly and now Hvitserk could hear just slightly there was a different sound there.

“So you’re not handing out body parts for people to eat?” Hvitserk asked.

“No, good Lord, no.” Alfred now found his very amusing, but he tried not to show it, he was using all his self-control to keep even a trace of a smile of his face, however it was hard. Alfred appreciated how hard it must be to speak a language you only knew built on familiar words both cultures shared. Alfred had been helping Hvitserk with his English, he had hired Hvitserk a tutor to help him with speaking, reading and writing. Alfred respected how Hvitserk was willing to learn, even when he was still recovering from his wounds. He didn’t want to upset or discourage Hvitserk by laughing at a simple mistake.

Hvitserk felt so stupid, he was embarrassed that he had spoken at all. So the Christians weren’t cannibals after all, Floki must have gotten it wrong. The sisters were just handing out food and other things to people who needed help, but for a moment, he had fully believed King Alfred’s people ate each other.

As he glanced back at Alfred he could see Alfred was trying not to laugh also. There was an odd look on the king’s face that Hvitserk had never seen before, suddenly the king of Wessex had gone and in his place was a slightly younger man than Hvitserk who was trying not to laugh. He looked so ordinary for a second, gone was the stern serious look of a king with too much responsibility on his young shoulders, there was a light in his eye that wasn’t there before. They was a second both of them didn’t know what to say to the other without breaking their self-control. Hvitserk couldn’t help it, he let out a giggle and turned his head away from Alfred, just as naturally as if Ubbe had made him laugh.

What a difference it made to see him in joy. Alfred never expected such a sound to come from Hvitserk, his giggle was like music, it sounded carefree. Alfred watched as Hvitserk closed his eyes and leaned slightly to one side, before opening them again, he was still smiling and not meeting Alfred’s eyes, but this time out of mirth, not sadness or anger. This was the first time Alfred had ever seen him happy and it made such a difference, he could see Hvitserk had an entirely different side to him he had not yet shown Alfred.

Alfred smiled back at him and Hvitserk could still see that light in his eyes and thought the king looked more approachable. The wind still blew his hair into his eyes, right now he wasn’t the perfect groomed king Hvitserk always seen him as, there’s was snow in his hair and it stuck up with the wind. Right now standing in the snow, laughing about a miscommunication, both cold from the weather, Hvitserk could almost imagine they could be friends. Maybe Alfred wasn’t so bad, Hvitserk thought, the king had looked after him while he was hurt and had continued being nice to him, even when Hvitserk was feeling hatred towards him.

Hvitserk continued to watch Alfred for a moment more, if Hvitserk opened up with Alfred like he knew Alfred wanted him to do, would the king still want him around?

Hvitserk’s past was everything Alfred would hate.

He had so far refused to answer any of Alfred’s questions because he was scared. The moment Alfred knew of Hvitserk’s past, his drunkenness, his drug addiction, the fact he murdered an unarmed and already fatally wounded Lagatha in cold blood while under the influence of both, would Alfred even want such a man to be King of East Anglia? Would he even want such a man in the same building as his wife and child? He was already on close watch, what would they do if they knew a drug addicted drunken murderer was living with them. Alfred and Elsewith knew Lagatha well from when she was here, Alfred had told him about her kindness to him when his own mother died, what if Alfred decided to just kill Hvitserk on the spot. He remembered the look of pain and rage upon Bjorn’s face as he cursed Hvitserk to a fate worse than death. What if Alfred reacted the same way as Bjorn? The guilt had already eaten away at him enough for him to want to end it all back in Kattegat, nobody knew his past here, nobody here knew how low he had fallen, the only one who knew was himself and he didn’t want to share that. Still, Alfred asked him questions that came far too close to the part of himself he wanted to stay hidden. Each time he couldn’t tell Alfred and the truth between them seemed to stall.

“Are you okay?” Alfred asked unsure, he didn’t know if Hvitserk had been upset by the mistake or not, but he had seen how Hvitserk’s face when from happy to far away and distant in seconds. Hvitserk snapped out of it.

“Yeah just thinking the Alms is a good idea, I wish we had them in Kattegat, it would have saved many people” He lied convincedly.

“Come” Alfred said, he nodded with his head and walked past the gates. Behind him Hvitserk hesitated for a second, he wasn’t meant to leave the royal courtyard, but Alfred had told him to follow him. The guards had moved closer behind Hvitserk, he followed the king.

Alfred looked back to make sure Hvitserk was following him, Alfred could see his eyes looking around uneasy, looking up at the guards standing watch on both sides of this courtyard. Alfred kept watch, he knew there was a risk letting Hvitserk into this part of the grounds, the gates to outside were wide open and they could not be closed fast due to all the people coming through for Alms, not to mention the risk to the ordinary people here right now, unknown to them that a Northman was among them, but he knew he had to trust Hvitserk, he had the instinct to protect his people, but he also had a feeling he could trust this one. There was something there between them, he felt Hvitserk had been spared for a reason, maybe something else had influenced Alfred’s choice that day not to kill him.

As Hvitserk walked towards him, something caught Alfred’s eye. For a second, he caught a glimpse of a man who was no longer on this earth, the man with the curly dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in the clothes of a monk, with the exact same cross around his neck. He always came to Alfred in his time of need or uncertainty. His eyes looked into Alfred’s, the same eyes, and then he was gone. He left no footprints in the snow, his footprints were only in Alfred’s heart. To Alfred it was confirmation, yes, he had saved Hvitserk for a reason.

“This is the main courtyard” Alfred said “The stables are here, as are many of the guard houses, there’s a market often held here, selling furs, animals, food among other things, the townspeople are allowed in here, the entrance to the town is in a separate gated area, most people in town are either are nobles or their families work for the church, some are just ordinary people who work on the fields outside. During official greetings, say if we have visitors, we wait on the pavilion over there to greet them.”

Hvitserk looked around, he had been here himself a long time ago, he had been with his brothers and he knew this place well, having raided it. His eyes went to the area roughly where Ivar killed Sigurd, however he couldn’t be sure where that area was as now the courtyard was filled with people and not trashed, he couldn’t tell where Sigurd had died, maybe that was the best. The gates were wide open, he could see the snow out in the distance, more people were coming in, they were wrapped in a mixture of clothing, some with the thinnest clothes Hvitserk had ever seen, they stood shivering in line, others were wrapped up but looked hungry.

Alfred was watching Hvitserk carefully, he was looking around at all the people there, watching the guards standing around and then looking at the people gathering for Alms.

Alfred knew something that could help Hvitserk open up, but it was quite risky, even just having him out here meant he could be putting his people at risk should Hvitserk go back to the cruelty installed into him by his culture, but he also knew if he wanted Hvitserk to one day be king in East Anglia, then he needed to trust him with ordinary people, and looking through the crowd, he found a result of a past Viking raid. Alfred knew this could be just what Hvitserk needed to see first-hand for himself. Alfred had seen the results of many Viking raids through his life, each one more tragic than the first which had deeply affected him. He watched as one of the sisters collected food for a woman and her two young kids, the youngest of them had wide eyes and his mother was holding him back as he was trying to reach the food. The woman’s face bore the marks of an attack with a sword, her face was badly scared and it went across her face and clearly through her eye. She had more wounds over the other side of her face, enough that she could possibly be almost blind in her other eye. Her children were clearly in the early stages of starvation, somebody in her situation wouldn’t have a very positive future and it was all because of the Viking raids.

“Hvitserk, come here for a moment” Alfred turned and walked to the sister.

“Lord King” She bowed; it was always a joy for the sisters when their king was around. Alfred smiled at her and held out his hand to take the sack of food she had prepared, she handed it to him and he turned to Hvitserk.

“Hvitserk, hand this to that woman over there, the one who is waiting with her children please” He said.

Hvitserk took the sack, it was heavier than he had thought, the smell coming from it was amazing and he could feel the heat from what was clearly freshly cooked bread inside, among other things.

Hvitserk walked over to the woman, normally Saxon women cowered when a Viking came near them, he and his brothers used to love screaming at them, as it made them shriek in fright, which made the brothers laugh more, it was funny and exciting. Now though, the woman was looking at him with tears in her eyes that she was trying to hide with a smile, she looked like she hadn’t eaten in a long time, her children were eyeing the sack in Hvitserk’s hands and the younger one was already reaching out.

“Food, food” He kept saying, trying to reach out to Hvitserk. He could feel little hands touching his arm and pulling at him as the little boy reached up, he was almost screaming now for the food inside the sack.

Hvitserk didn’t know what to do, so he just handed the woman the food and that was when he noticed her face. He could see she was no older than what Thora would have been, had she still been alive, her face was badly disfigured by what clearly were blade wounds, she had lost an eye and Hvitserk thought he knew why Alfred had picked this particular woman out of all the other people here. The fact the father of these children wasn’t there with them just confirmed it more. She had been attacked, her husband killed and her children were slowly starving to death.

He was clearly looking at a survivor of a Viking attack. A moment of wild enjoyment for one Viking meant this woman would face a lifetime of relying on food handouts because her husband had been killed and nobody wanted to marry her now with her being so disfigured.

However the way she way she smiled at Hvitserk, it was as if he had just personally saved her life.

“Thank you so much, God bless you” She then put her arm around him, before letting go and rubbing her eye. She clearly thought he was a Saxon like her, she didn’t know she had just hugged a man who had hurt and killed countless women just like her. She then noticed King Alfred was there too and bowed to him before leaving, heading back to the gate.

“Thank you” The little boy called back to Hvitserk said as his mother handed him some of the bread, they couldn’t even wait to get out of the courtyard before eating. Hvitserk watched them go, there was a weird feeling in his chest and as he looked through the crowd again, he noticed many injuries dotted among the people coming for aid.

He took a shuddering breath as Alfred joined him.

“Sometimes it helps to see things to fully understand them. That woman’s injuries were the result of a raid from Danish Vikings while your brother Ubbe was here. She came last Christmas for Alms too. She had more children last time.”

Alfred also watched as more people came through the gates, each year it seemed to him that more people came, traveling miles to get what they needed, it was always the same after Viking raids.

“Will they be here next year too?” Hvitserk asked, his voice sounded different slightly and he wasn’t looking at Alfred. He didn’t need Alfred to answer that, he already knew the answer.

“I imagine so” Alfred confirmed. “If they survive the winter. Alms are there to help, but sometimes they aren’t enough. I could give her all the food she needs, but then others will go without and their need is just as great as hers”

He placed his hand on Hvitserk’s back

“Let’s go back to the villa”

Alfred took him to the throne room. The guards waited outside the doors so Hvitserk had some real alone time out of his room. He liked this room better when it wasn’t full of Lords. Hvitserk had discovered rather fast that there was a sitting place just to the right of the throne area, he sat on one of the seats and watched as servants moved around down in the standing area of the court space, they were hanging decorations up for Christmas, they were different from the ones the Rus had up, he remembered seeing a little of them while staying with them with Ivar, but he had been too sick at the time to take too much attention. They had brought a tree from outside into the throne room, Hvitserk watched with half fascination and half confusion as the tree was stood upright and decorated. Why would Alfred want a dead tree in his villa? His confusion deepened even more when more servants started hanging mistletoe from the rafters and beams, this reminded him so much of Yule.

“It’s for love” Alfred said, Hvitserk jumped, he didn’t notice Alfred had joined him.

“Love?” Hvitserk asked

“You kiss under it, or so the Ladies of the Court like to believe and enforce. Some wise council, on Christmas Day, stay away from the mistletoe and you shall be fine”

Hvitserk laughed, he had no thoughts on kissing any woman, he felt he would be slain by the guards if he even went near a Lady.

“Back home, we hang it to remember Baldur, he was killed by Loki”

Alfred paused for a second and took a seat next to Hvitserk.

“My ancestors” He began quietly, dropping his voice no higher than a mutter “Once used to hang Mistletoe for a god named Balder, when we turned Christian, we started to hang it to kiss under, to spread love. However when we were Pagan, it was for Balder”

Hvitserk took that in, his father had always told him the Saxons weren’t quite so different to them in some ways.

“Is Balder also Baldur?” He asked.

Alfred smiled in answer.

“When you’ve gotten used to English more, I will learn you my people’s history and what they used to believe in, you may find it very familiar, but you must not repeat any of it to anybody, my grandfather always warned me against it for my own safety, just know not everything is always so clear”

Hvitserk watched as the servants started attaching candles to the tree.

“Why is there a dead tree in your halls?” Hvitserk asked

“Court” Alfred corrected “And that is the Christmas Tree, the light represents God’s light in the world”

Based on Yggdrasil? Hvitserk wondered.

“Do you want to talk about what you seen out in the courtyard?” Alfred asked.

Hvitserk was silent for a moment. He didn’t know what to say.

“Seeing that woman today, I never thought of the people me and my brother hurt on our raids. To us they were just the enemy, people to either kill for fun or to take back to Kattegat to sell for slaves. I never thought about what happened to the families of those we hurt”

He couldn’t look Alfred in the eye for a moment, Queen Elsewith just walked into the court holding Prince Edward in her arms, she walked to the tree and picked up a shiny ball of gold and showed her son it, before hanging it on the tree.

Hvitserk once again thought about that final battle, if they had killed Alfred and killed Elsewith, then that child down there would have been left to die or even killed by Vikings if they had heard his cries. To kill the son of King Alfred would have been a great achievement and a guaranteed place in Valhalla for their glory.

“We were always raised to believe fighting was good, that killing people meant nothing. Ivar killed a boy when he was only really small, my mother was more concerned with his screaming in horror than by the dead child at her feet. We were told stories as boys and sung songs about invading distant shores, killing and taking people as we wished. I’ve never really took notice, or thought of the people I’ve hurt. I’ve hurt a lot of people and I liked it. I never really thought of them as human”

He blinked, the horrible truth washing over him. He could see it now for the first time. All the people raising their swords against him, he had to kill them before they killed him.

The Saxons weren’t the enemy. The Franks weren’t the enemy. The people of the Mediterranean weren’t the enemy.

He was the enemy.

He was the enemy who descended upon their land and killed them, or worst left them alive with life altering injuries or to face a life full of hardship.

His entire people were the enemy. One who came and attacked people in their homes, in their beds.

All his life he had only known to kill and to cause suffering to others, today his hands had given somebody aid that would maybe, maybe get them through the winter if they were lucky. If it weren’t for his people and their ways, that woman wouldn’t even need that help.

“Hvitserk” Alfred said “I need to tell you something. I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you this, but so far none have arisen, but I must speak with you now.”

Hvitserk looked at Alfred, he was curious what the king wanted to tell him.

“In order to be a king in East Anglia, you can’t be a Pagan anymore” Alfred said simply, looking at Hvitserk.

Hvitserk dropped his gaze, he knew where this was going, he turned back to watch as more candles were added to the tree.

Alfred reached out to touch Hvitserk’s shoulder. He still recoiled at the king’s touch but less now than before.

“Any king in this country must be a Christian, there can’t be a Pagan king and the condition of your life being spared is that you will one day rule East Anglia as king. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Hvitserk sat in stunned silence, he understood. The gravity of the situation bore down on Hvitserk heavier than anything he had ever felt before. He felt really warm all of a sudden, it was like the candles being lit on the tree down there were suddenly drying his face and mouth. He had been given an ultimatum, and there was no way out.

Agree to leave his faith and he got to live, but he would never see Ivar, his mother, his father, his other brothers ever again, he would never see Thora again, she was waiting for him in Valhalla. He would never get to say sorry to Lagatha and Bjorn. The doors of Valhalla will close to him forever the second he agreed to Alfred’s demand.

Refuse to join the Christians and he will be reunited with his family much sooner than he had ever been expecting.

What Alfred was asking of him was unthinkable. A very short life but his family, or a long life and never see his family ever again.

He had only ever been scared a few times in his life, and now he was scared. His instincts always screamed at him to survive, but he didn’t want to become mindless like Ubbe and Rollo, he didn’t want the Christ god inside him, but he didn’t want to die, he wanted to live, but never in this way.

Why wasn’t Odin protecting him? He was a descendant of the Allfather, why was he letting this happen to Hvitserk?

“I understand this is a lot to think about Hvitserk” Alfred rubbed Hvitserk’s shoulder in what he thought must have been a caring way, but for Hvitserk it just reminded him now that his very life was in this man’s hands. Hvitserk breathed only because Alfred allowed him to.

“I don’t expect an answer yet, but I will need an answer in the new year. Whatever you pick, I will respect your answer and your reasons.”

Alfred stood up, he took a look at Hvitserk, he had gone white, his hand was over his mouth as if he were going to be sick. Alfred felt bad for what he had just done, so unexpectedly when Hvitserk was clearly affected over what he had seen, but he didn’t know any other way to break it to Hvitserk. He needed to know if his hope of peace between Saxon and Viking could be a possibility, and that was only possible if Hvitserk joined his faith. He had come to like the other young man, it was nice to have him around, it had been a while since somebody close to Alfred’s own age had been in the villa.

Alfred made himself walk away, he didn’t really want too, he didn’t want to leave Hvitserk when he was clearly in shock, but he knew Hvitserk needed some space right now, he needed to think. Alfred would give him that space; he wasn’t at all surprised when Hvitserk quietly left the throne room without trying to draw too much attention not too long after Alfred had moved away.

“I told him” Alfred told Elsewith, who was now showing Edward the finished tree, he reached over and picked Edward up from her arms and held his son.

“How did he take it? Did he agree?” Elsewith asked.

Alfred hugged Edward close to his body, as normal Edward’s hands tugged on his necklace as he put it into his mouth

“I’m giving him time to think about it, I want him to choose this himself” Alfred started playing with Edward’s hands, because he knew the question that was coming.

“And if he doesn’t?” Elsewith said.

Alfred closed his eyes for a second, then opened them.

“Then I will understand, he will want to go to his family, his brothers in Valhalla, he can’t go there if he’s a Christian… If he wishes for that path, then I will make his end fast so he doesn’t feel anything”

That brought him no joy at all. He prayed it would never come to that.

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