#v: emily's companion

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okay i only got out 2664 words today but i started late and it was the scene i was worried abt so i’m okay w that (also i shouldn’t have worried bc it was easy once i got passed my anxiety) esp since it had been like a week since i last wrote bc of the hold up w bad sleep and having to do a lot of research

i’m also noticing a pattern where the scenes im having trouble w r the ones that have some canon dialogue and then me adding my own. idk if it’s some kind of worry abt “ruining” canon or if it’s harder to work within the bounds while changing it but yeah

#anyway tomorrow i start writing dal’s diagnosis/treatment and plotting my companion piece more thoroughly #it’s a v fine line between making the plot abt amber and showing that dal is one of the most important ppl in the world to her #i’m hoping this companion piece will help balance it out #(it’s important to ensure i don’t do that bc my au involves permanent physical disability for him while she’s able bodied and for non fans: #he’s an indian character and she’s white so doubly important to not go too far and make it abt her) #emily actually writes #with grace in your heart

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Strauss blocked : Part 1

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Am I bad at naming fics? Yes.

Welp this was supposed to be a 2k porn without plot and it turned into 8k words two part series... oops? I just hope it lives up to expectations :)

I just want to thank my bestie @Igg5989 for beta reading (and helping me write) and @ravensmadreads for giving me the inspiration fir this fic.

Tw: this is SMUT, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 GTFO I DON'T WANT YOU HERE OR ANYWHERE NEAR MY BLOG. Age gap relationship, boss x employee relationship, p in v sex and all that good stuff

Taglist: @feedthemadness-sweetie

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Section Chief Strauss was many things but when it came to working cases on the field, efficient was not one of them. She had tagged along under the excuse of performing personal performance reviews, assuring the team that she would not be getting in the way. She promised she’d merely be a ‘silent observer’ and to her credit, she had lasted an hour in that role before interjecting in every conversation and second guessing every decision any of you ever made, and because she outranked you all, her will was your command. 

“I think she showed remarkable restraint,” Spencer joked, trying to lighten your souring mood, “I didn’t think she’d last an hour,” he added.

“Did she really have to pull rank when I tried to order breakfast? Like why does she care that I like syrup on my french toast?” you asked, sudden rage exploding out of you with an intensity Spencer could never have predicted, “No, apparently ‘Girls my age won’t be thin and pretty forever, I should watch my diet before my sugar intake starts affecting things’. What a fucking bitch.”

Spencer flinched, “Yikes, I didn’t think she actually said that. I thought you were exaggerating,” he admitted.

“I didn’t even paraphrase,” you replied, looking straight ahead at the investigation board. It had been filled up pretty nicely and evidence has been coming in, but despite knowing all there is to know about the victims, their habits, friends, families and lives, you were not even close to figuring out who he is. 

And that was largely because Section Chief Erin Strauss wouldn’t let you. 

Somehow, she thought that because she couldn’t stand crime scenes and dead bodies, you couldn’t either. It was true that the crime scenes are brutal, and even Morgan came back looking a little greener than when he left, but this was your job. A job she wanted to review your performance for all while not actually letting you out of the station. 

You thought maybe it was because you’re a girl. The only girl currently on the field team because Emily broke her foot and JJ was off for her annual holiday and while Garcia was your constant companion on the phone, you felt like Strauss didn’t actually realise she was a real person. She never said thanks, or please and she kept hanging up while Penelope was still speaking. You took a deep breath, if you weren't careful soon enough you’d be the one they’d have to put behind bars. Or not, because with the way she was behaving you had a feeling Aaron wouldn’t mind giving you a couple of false alibis.

Because as bad as she was with you, she was worse with him. 

He was a good chief, kind and caring when he needed to be but professional and just the right kind of demanding. A few years ago you’d have added a couple more flaws to that descriptions -- bully, drill sergeant, the kind of man who found it easier to trust men than women even if there’s no reason for it -- but he’d grown on you. Your relationship with him has changed. At first he was just a boss, someone you’d go home and complain to your boyfriend about. Then, when Haley asked for a divorce and you got out of your own relationship after finding out your boyfriend wasn’t half as nice as you thought he was, you became friends.

And recently it had changed again. 

You had finally managed to schedule a night out with the girls after unsuccessfully trying to find a date for the seventh time that month. It had been fun, you had all danced, drunk and chatted until the early hours of the morning before calling it quits and returning home. Which is where you had been when Hotch happened to be walking by, or rather, you had been in front of your home when he happened to be walking by. You almost didn’t recognise him, he had shed the usual work suit for a casual pair of jeans and a nice shirt. 

“Hi,” he said, clearly not expecting to see anyone he knew so late -- or early -- in the day.

“Hi,” you replied hesistantly, not wanting to betray just how tipsy you were even as you swayed by your door

“You okay?” he asked, “Not too cold?” he added, helpfully pointing towards your dress. You looked down to see what you meant. Looking to have a good time and maybe bring someone home, you hadn’t dressed particularly sensibly for the time of year. In fact, you had chosen the shortest dress you owned, a golden number that showed off plenty of cleavage and left nothing to the imagination. 

You looked up, horrified to see him smirking.

“I -- err -- I locked myself out,” you said, hoping to get yourself out of that awkward moment by changing the subject.

“I don’t live too far away, you can sleep over. We’ll call a locksmith in the morning,” he offered.

“It’s okay,” you assured him.

Hotch frowned at you, “I’m not having you become one of those girls on Dateline,” he countered. You knew he wouldn’t force you, but if you refused his offer, you would officially kiss a night in a nice warm house goodbye as your only other option was your car. 

“Fine,” you acquiesced. He shot you one of his rare smiles, one of the ones that lit up his own face and that made the usual ball of nerves you felt in your stomach at the sight of one of the FBI higher ups turn into a horde of fluttering butterflies. He didn’t usually give them out easily and you wondered if this one was aided by alcohol. As you approached him, your theory was confirmed. Beneath his nice aftershave and his usually minty breath you could vaguely smell whiskey. Your drunken brain stored that fact for the next office secret santa, you just had to rig it so you’d pull his name. 

“Date?” Hotch asked after a few moments of silence, the click of your heels against pavement echoing through the night.

“Just out with friends,” you replied, accidentally bumping into him as you walked.

“Me too,” he said, “College reunion.”

It felt weird having him volunteer that much information. Aaron Hotchner was the kind of man who liked to keep his work and home life separated and rarely ever let anyone in. Letting the team in on details of his divorce had been as hard and painful as the divorce itself so you never imagined he’d happily volunteer information about what he did in his spare time. 

“I had too much to drink,” he added in a whisper, like it was a confession, “I get chatty when I drink,” he grinned at you. 

“I can see that,” you giggled at him. You hadn’t meant it in any other way than a statement but Hotch grew serious anyway.

“You can tell me to shut up if I annoy you,” he said, looking at the pavement. 

“No I--” you protested, part of you wondering if the reason he kept quiet wasn’t because of professionalism but rather because he thought people wouldn’t care

“I like chatty you,” you said and he looked up, smiling at you for the second time in twenty minutes, “I also like smiley you,” you added.

“Did you have fun?” you asked a little later, for some reason, silence with Hotch now felt opressive.

“It was nice seeing them all. It’s weird though, they’ve all changed so much that I barely recognise them. Like, I look in the mirror and I think I look pretty much the same, I mean older obviously, but like I look the same,” he said, “and then I look at them and --” he brought his hands up to his head and mimicked an explosion, “I haven’t missed them though,” he added with a giggle.

“No?” You questioned, looking at him curiously. 

“God, no. Pretentious assholes,” he replied with a heavy sigh. 

“Sweetie, you went to George Washington University,” you laughed, “Of course they’re all pretentious.”

“Fair point, Agent,” he smiled. 

“Y/n,” you corrected, “My name is Y/n when we’re off the clock.” 

“And mine is Aaron,” he replied

“Well, Aaron, can you tell me how far away we are from yours? My feet are killing me,” 

“Not too far,” he replied, “Do you see your college friends often?”

“Not the majority of them. We keep in contact, call sometimes but there’s only five I see regularly. They’re the girls I went out with,” you informed him. 

“Are they nice?” He asked, “My bunch are…,” he hesitated, “They keep making these underhand digs at those who they see as less successful. I don’t think I’ll go to the next one. It just feels like a dick measuring contest,” he said, then clapped a hand in front of his mouth once he heard you laugh and realised he had sworn, “Sorry,” he apologised, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m trying not to swear because Jack is picking up on it. It’s not going great I keep fucking it up -- no wait! Shit! -- No! Fuck!” he exclaimed, accidentally letting out a swear whenever he realised what he had done. You couldn’t stop laughing and stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree to catch your breath. 

“I am polite,” he assured you, “pinky promise,” he added

“I believe you,” you grinned

“I am so polite that when I get home, I am going to offer you a coffee,” he said. 

“And I will accept,” you said, “I need to sober up, otherwise I’m going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. And believe me, you don’t want to meet me when I’m hungover.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, “You’re young, it’ll pass quickly. I remember when I was your age, a hangover was just a headache, now? I have to take a sick day to recover.”

“Aren’t you exaggerating a little?” you asked

“Never,” he grinned, “Okay, maybe a little.”

“You are allowed to take days off, Aaron,” you reminded him, “You’re human, you deserve a break.”

He shrugged again, “What would I do during a break? Haley has divorced me, Jack’s only here one week every other week… I don’t want to spend more time in my empty house than I need.”

“You can go to the movies?” you offered, “Have you seen Avatar?”

“Can I be honest?” he asked, “Those blue people creep me out.”

“That is fair,” you replied, “I don’t like the hair,” 

“Yes!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in victory, “They look like elephant trunks,” he added, “My house is there,” Hotch pointed to your left at a small white brick house. One that you had passed many times when you walked your elderly neighbour’s dog. Hotch opened the wooden gate and walked up the path, accidentally tripping on a badly placed stone.

“Watch your step,” he whispered to you. Clumsily, he fished his keys out of his pocket and tried to fit it in the door in the limited light of the porch lamp. Eventually, he got it in and turned it in the lock. It opened with a click. 

“It’s nice,” you said, stepping in behind him

“Liar,” he answered, flicking the light on, “It’s dark. Was. It isn’t anymore.”

“Well it’s nice anyway,” you said, looking around. Although the furniture looked old, it was nice and it looked expensive. On one of the rare nights you had gone on as a team, Hotch had mentioned briefly living alone in Seattle when discussing rent with Emily, and you wondered if this wasn’t one of the remnants of that time. 

“Do beer goggles work on furniture too?” he joked. You stuck out your tongue at him and he grinned. 

“I thought you were polite?” you said, reminding him of his promise.

“Right! Yes! Would you like a coffee?”

“Milk and sugar please,” you answered, trying to undo the straps of your shoes and failing, wiggling your feet out of the heels instead. You’d figure out how to unclasp the buckle in the morning, when you were sober and your feet were killing you less. 

“Do you like DC?” he asked, handing you a steaming mug of coffee a few minutes later. You nodded, taking a sip, burning your lip in the process. Hotch saw you wince and bring a hand up to your mouth and immediately moved to your rescue.

“I am such an idiot,” you said.

“Don’t say that,” he frowned, grabbing your hand by the wrist and moving it away from your lip, “Let me see.”

He leant towards you, staring intently at your mouth. Your head swam more with every second he spent close to you. At work it was easy to keep your all consuming attraction to Aaron Hotchner at bay. He was your boss and maintained a professional distance at all times, preferring to call you Agent, and never asking anything for information about you beyond what he needed to know to feel like you could do the job. But with him so close to you, it was easy to allow yourself to close the gap between your mouths and kiss him.

To your surprise, he returned the kiss eagerly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and battling yours for dominance before seemingly regaining his composure and pulling away.

“We should stop,” he said, then, he hesitated, “Should we stop?”

“No, definitely not,” you answered, pulling him back towards you. Seemingly convinced, Aaron let his hands wander over your body before tapping the side of your thigh. Almost automatically, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and rolled your hips against yours. Hotch groaned, blindly stumbling his way towards the sofa where he placed you down on your back. He joined you on the pleather furniture, towering over you with a mischievous grin as he removed his shirt in one smooth movement and unbuckled his belt. 

“Like what you see?” he asked and you gulped. Although you had spent much of your private time imagining what Hotch looked like without a shirt you had never managed to get it right. His soft but toned dad bod seemed even more attractive in person. You raised one of your hands up in the air, gently grazing his skin and tangling your fingers in his chest hair, Hotch closed his eyes and sighed.

“Care to undress me?” you asked, Aaron’s eyes fluttered open as he came back to reality. He looked at you, eager and impatient underneath him and he smiled. He bent down, grabbing your dress by the hem. You lifted your waist up and allowed him to shuffle it upwards, slowly revealing what you kept underneath. 

You silently thanked yourself for wearing nice underwear, because you wouldn’t have wanted to subject Hotch to the panties you usually wore for work. Instead, you had chosen a pretty lavender set comprised of a bralette and a thong, which Aaron seemed very pleased with as once his eyes landed on it, he seemed unable to think rationally, luckily for you, the animalistic part of the brain the lingerie had turned on seemed more than happy to take over. 

Hotch pulled off your thong and shed his trousers and boxer shorts in less time than it took for you to blink. Seeing his erection jump free of his underwear and bump against his pelvis was enough to tell you that Aaron would be bigger than any man you had ever been with. You hesitated for a second, wondering how he would ever fit.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked but you shook your head, shuffling more towards him instead to make the message clearer, “I’ll be gentle,” he assured you. 

One of his hands came to touch your core, gently grazing the sensitive skin before allowing his thumb to rest by your clit. He rubbed circles around it, enjoying every whimper you let out before giving you what you wanted and rubbing your bundle of nerves. The moans that fell from your lips were like music to his ears. He desperately wanted to fit himself inside you, but he wanted to make sure you were ready for him. 

He rubbed you faster, with every touch you could feel the coil of pleasure in your tummy tighten and soon you tipped over the edge and came with a pornographic moan. Exercising all self control, Aaron brough a hand to his cock and jerked it a few times, letting the fingers of his other hand wander down to your aching core. He slipped one finger in, savouring just how tight you were before adding another one. He pumped them in and out of you, stretching you out, adding fingers until he felt you were ready for him. 

Hotch lined himself up with your pussy, gently pressing himself in. You happily swallowed every inch of him and when he bottomed out, he let you adjust for a moment before thrusting himself in and out of you at an accelerating pace. You felt like heaven gripping him so tight that he was sure he wouldn’t last very long. Luckily for him, it didn’t seem like you would either. 

Your hands were clawing at his back, leaving scratch marks that stung deliciously every time Aaron hit that spongey spot inside you, and your moans kept getting louder, spurring him on as he bottomed out and slammed himself back in until he could no longer keep himself from coming. With a groan he spilled himself inside you, triggering your own orgasm. 

You stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments, catching your breaths before Aaron pulled out of you. He smiled at you, leaning down to leave one last kiss upon your swollen lips, leaving your relationship forever changed. 

Part of you wondered if anything had leaked. The both of you had been careful not to speak about it, in private or in public, but you worked with the best profilers the United States had to offer. It was possible someone had figured something out. Or, although you didn’t think she ever would, that Garcia had accidentally seen or heard something she never should have. Hotch wasn’t particularly careful with electronics. They were either in his suit pocket or in the back pocket of his trousers, it had never happened, but what if he had butt dialled someone? 

Although, you figured that was unlikely, since Strauss wouldn’t have come if she had any evidence at all, she would have just fired you. But it did explain why she insisted on sticking with you at all times, or why she had demanded a room right above Hotch’s, even though the hotel clerk, clearly wanting to impress the FBI’s section chief, had confessed to her that the room wasn’t all that soundproof. 

No, sadly, the more likely explanation for her overbearing presence was that she hated the team and how it was run. She thought it was too disorganised, too sloppy, and that its subpar running posed a threat to the FBI. You had to roll your eyes at that, you had been in many departments, working as an intern, then a secretary and eventually a full time salaried employee. You had seen more of the FBI than Strauss ever would, and you could say with absolute certainty that the BAU was the only team you had been a part of who ever filed their paperwork on time. Sure, most of the agents had a smidge of a hero complex and were far too eager to place themselves in danger when it came to unsubs, but the cases got cracked. The bad guys got caught. Reports got written and overtime filed.

And yet, she still insisted on making everything difficult. Quantico and the bullpen provided a little protection against her, you could always duck into a cubicle, blame your inability to speak with her on an ever climbing pile of paperwork -- even if you sometimes pulled empty sheets of paper out of the printer to bulk it up a little when it got a little too bare, a technique you had learnt from Rossi and that you had very quickly shared with the rest of the team. Only Aaron, the only agent whose pile was constituted only of real case files and documents wasn’t participating in the charade -- or simply pick the case the state furthest away from Strauss to escape her grip. 

Maybe she had gotten wide to the ruse and wanted to make you pay for it now. 

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“Not feeling chatty?” Morgan asked the girl. She hadn’t spoken since Hotch and Spencer had apprehended her coming out of a potential victim’s back garden, red paint splashed all over her clothes. Once she was in cuffs and backup arrived, a message had been uncovered, the same message all the other girls had found and reported days before their untimely deaths. It wasn’t uncommon for unsubs to refuse to talk, although most of them at least demanded a lawyer or answered ‘no comment’ after every question. 

Avery Watts had been utterly silent since her arrival twenty minutes ago, and she hadn’t moved or blinked either. It was eerie, and Morgan was feeling it too. He was trying his best not to show it, but he kept glancing at the two way glass every few seconds, almost trying to reassure himself that if anything went wrong, someone would be able to help. He needn’t have worried. Spencer and you had made your way into the observational cubicle adjoining the interrogation room as soon as she had been brought in and you had been joined seconds later by Strauss, hot on your trail, and a rookie officer up for a promotion in a month and eager to learn. 

Avery shrugged

“Fine, I suggest you make yourself comfortable here then. We’ll be back tomorrow,” Morgan said, standing up from his chair and pushing it back underneath the table. Hotch gathered the papers in front of the unsub and placed them all back into his briefcase, leaving the pictures of the various crime scenes and victims last so she could get one last good look and one last chance for you to notice a reaction but none came. Instead, she grinned at Hotch.

“You don’t have any evidence against me,” the girl said, voice raspy from disuse, “You have to let me go.”

“I don’t need evidence,” Hotch replied, looking her straight in the eyes, “I can hold you for 72 hours without cause,” he added, wiping her self-satisfied little smile right off of her face, “And I will.”

Strauss pressed the comms button on the panel in front of you with a neatly manicured nail, “I really don’t think that is a good idea,” she said, sounding so confident in her own non-existent ability that you almost wanted to scream. You held it in, preferring to glare at her instead. Spencer, who had slowly moved to stand next to you -- whether that was to get a better look or to stop you from throwing your career down the drain you didn’t know -- grabbed your arm and squeezed it reassuringly. 

You smiled at him tensely and he returned the gesture. You were the two youngest members of the BAU task force and while a friendship was always bound to form, no one had been able to predict just how quickly the two of you had clicked. He was the resident genius, the model for the definition of a nerd and you were the ex-prom queen and cheerleading captain everyone at your school had voted ‘Most Likely to sell their soul for lipstick’, if either of you had been any less mature, the friendship would never have worked but as it was, there wasn’t a single day where you didn’t text, call, email or meet up for coffee with Spencer Reid. He was charming and kind, and a better friend than anyone else in your life had ever been. 

“Breathe,” he mouthed but you didn’t catch it, behind the two way glass Hotch moved. He placed the briefcase on the floor and walked up to the mirror.

“I am not letting her back onto the streets,” Hotch stated. As soon as the words left his mouth, the unsub moved. With surprising force, she flipped the interrogation table, breaking the cuffs off of the metal loop screwed onto the bottom of it and rearranged the piece of furniture right on top of SSA Hotchner’s trachea. She leaned in, pressing harder. Reflexively, Aaron tried to breathe in, letting out a raspy sound that raised the hair on your arms. 

You were the first to fly out of the cubicle and into the interrogation room, gun drawn and ready to shoot but when you kicked down the door, Avery moved away from the overturned table, hands raised up in surrender. Spencer came in behind you and immediately jumped to Hotch’s aid while the rookie stayed by the door, gun pointed at Avery, blocking her path in case she tried to leave, and blocking Strauss’ path in case she wanted to come in. You put your gun away and pulled out your cuffs, with a swift press of your foot to the back of her knees you got Avery down to the ground and restrained her. 

“Stay down,” Spencer told Hotch, one hand planted on the upper part of his chest, trying to keep the man from moving, “MEDIC,” he shouted. The rookie officer turned around and booked it through various corridors to get to the main office of the Santa Maria police department. Main office was a big word, only three officers operated the three shifts the day was separated into, with a volunteer officer coming in whenever the grocery store he worked for didn’t need him. The FBI’s presence had changed things a little, the BAU’s team of four and one or two medics permanently assisting the team dwarfing the police force without even really trying. It was lucky the police station had been built by an optimist in the late forties, as they had prepared for a mining boom that had never come and made the precinct much bigger than necessary. So big in fact, that half the rooms remained unused and only three of the twelve holding cells had ever been used at the same time. 

Officer Jones, the rookie whose name badge you finally took the time to look at, came back five minutes later, medics and Rossi in tow. They crowded around Hotch as he slowly regained the ability to breathe and then speak. You wanted to stay, seeing him hurt like that roused feelings in you you usually tried so hard to keep down, but Avery stirred and you suddenly remembered the reason Aaron was currently on the floor, recovering from the unsub’s idea of feng shui. You yanked her up and she yelped, feeling a slight bit of vindication you passed Rossi. He grabbed her other hand and helped you manhandle her down the hall into a badly lit holding cell. A ‘bed’ had been prepared, made from a thin mattress, a pillow and a scratchy blanket, and whoever had prepped the room had had the forethought to bring out a plastic cup of water. You walked her into the cell and uncuffed her. Avery glared at you in a way that told you that if looks could kill, you would have been the newest victims in her growing group. You turned around, walking out of the room as Rossi locked it. He turned away, but a strange sound resonated through the air and the both of you froze. Suddenly, you were showered with something cold and wet and Avery cackled, the plastic cup rolling out from under her cell. 

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[lannistertwinz]

"You loved me then what right had you to leave me?" - the parallels between Jaime/Cersei and Wuthering Heights

"There's a dialogue that goes on through the years and over the centuries where you read someone else's work and you're inspired by it, sometimes infuriated by it, and you say 'No, that's not quite right, here's the way it would be' and then you write your own twist on it, your own answer to it! There is this conscious playing with tropes, replying to other authors and making a reference or an homage in some cases… but there's also unconsciousness. Those are are rife, sometimes you read a book and you haven't looked at it for twenty years, but it's still there buried inside and suddenly someone points out 'this seems just like this' and you go 'Oh my god! It's right, I forgot about that!'. So it works both ways." - George R.R. Martin, Trinity College Dublin

“The first books I read besides comic books were cheap paperbacks which cost 35 cents back then. There were no bookstores in Bayonne so I got my paperbacks from a spinner rack and all the books in that were mixed up. There were science fiction books and fantasy books, which I liked, but there were also mystery novels, romance novels, nurse novels, gothics, spy novels and, of course, there were classics of literature mixed in with that: Shakespeare, Dostoiévski, the Brontë sisters, Jane Austen, etc.” – George R.R. Martin, Gamer’s Haven Podcast

As pointed out above, George has (whether conscious or unconsciously) taken inspiration from other works to create his own characters, and with this post I’d like to explain as to why I believe A Song Of Ice And Fire specifically plays with Heathcliff and Catherine’s relationship from Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights through Jaime and Cersei’s dynamic.

To briefly explain it to those who have not read it, Wuthering Heights is essentially the story of Heathcliff’s revenge on the Earnshaws and the Lintons for the discrimination suffered at their hands and their involvement in his estrangement from his friend and lover Catherine Earnshaw (aka Cathy) and, at it’s core, it is a novel about intergenerational abuse and family dysfunction.

Shaped by these circumstances, we have at the forefront of the book the toxic romance between the foster siblings Heathcliff and Catherine who, like Jaime and Cersei, develop a very intimate bond early on in their childhood:

She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him. – Nelly, Chapter V He could never bear to be long apart from his twin. – Jaime, ASOS

‘I was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff. I was laid alone, for the first time; and, rousing from a dismal doze after a night of weeping, I lifted my hand to push the panels aside: it struck the tabletop!’ – Catherine, Chapter XII Though Cersei often slept alone, she had never liked it. Her oldest memories were of sharing a bed with Jaime, when they had still been so young that no one could tell the two of them apart. Later, after they were separated, she'd had a string of bedmaids and companions, most of them girls of an age with her, the daughters of her father's household knights and bannermen. – Cersei, AFFC

We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser. I had just fastened our pinafores together, and hung them up for a curtain, when in comes Joseph, on an errand from the stables. He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks. – Catherine, Chapter III "Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other's clothes and spend a whole day each as the other." – Cersei, ACOK

I took my dingy volume by the scroop, and hurled it into the dogkennel, vowing I hated a good book. Heathcliff kicked his to the same place. – Catherine, Chapter III The dank and dismal fortnight Cersei spent at Greenstone, the seat of House Estermont, was the longest of her young life. Jaime dubbed the castle "Greenshit" at first sight, and soon had Cersei doing it too. – Cersei, AFFC

Miss Cathy had been sick, and that made her still; she leant against her father’s knee, and Heathcliff was lying on the floor with his head in her lap. – Nelly, Chapter V "Care for a bath, Brienne?" He laughed. "You're a maiden and there's the pool. I'll wash your back." He used to scrub Cersei's back, when they were children together at Casterly Rock. – Jaime, ASOS

Additionally, in both cases, the female characters have, from early on, a clear influence over their male counterparts:

His peevish reproofs wakened in her a naughty delight to provoke him: she was never so happy as when we were all scolding her at once, and she defying us with her bold, saucy look, and her ready words; turning Joseph’s religious curses into ridicule, baiting me, and doing just what her father hated most showing how her pretended insolence, which he thought real, had more power over Heathcliff than his kindness: how the boy would do her bidding in anything, and his only when it suited his own inclination. – Nelly, Chapter V “Father will never consent,” Jaime objected. […] “Is it a rock you want? Or me?” He remembered that night as if it were yesterday. […] By morning Casterly Rock seemed a small price to pay to be near her always. He gave his consent, and Cersei promised to do the rest. – Jaime, ASOS

‘He’s considering he’d rather I’d come to him! Find a way, then! not through that kirkyard. You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!’ – Catherine, Chapter XII She rose, her eyes brimming with tears. “Is it truly you?” She did not come to him, however. She has never come to me, he thought. She has always waited, letting me come to her. – Jaime, ASOS

And there’s an element of adoration as well. In Wuthering Heights, at the end of Heathcliff’s life, Nelly refers to Catherine as his “departed idol” and Heathcliff describes Cathy as “so immeasurably superior to everybody on earth”. On the other hand, in A Song Of Ice And Fire, Jaime puts Cersei on a pedestal as the figure of “The Maiden” and describes Cersei’s flame in his weirwood dream as “the only light in the world”. Furthermore, the two claim to have suffered through hardships solely for the sake of these women and that their love is the ultimate factor that drives them:

‘I’ve fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!’ – Heathcliff, Chapter X When morning came, he made himself eat. They fed him a mush of oats, horse food, but he forced down every spoon. He ate again at evenfall, and the next day. Live, he told himself harshly, live for Cersei. – Jaime, ASOS

‘Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!’ – Heathcliff, Chapter XVI Beside Lord Tywin stood his sister, pale and beautiful, a torch burning in her hand. Her torch was the only light in the cavern. She turned to go. “Stay with me,” Jaime pleaded. “Don't leave me here alone. Don't leave me in the dark!” – Jaime, ASOS

However, the most striking similarities arise from the way that Catherine and Cersei perceive their relationships with Heathcliff and Jaime respectively. Catherine, though far from being the worst person out of the cast of characters present in the novel (certainly Hindley and Joseph and even Heathcliff himself are more morally reprehensible), is the one that possesses the most traits stereotypically ascribed to narcissism: she’s very duplicitous and self-absorbed, she has a completely delusional opinion of herself and consistently projects her own flaws onto others, she’s often contemptuous of the weaknesses of those around her, she has a very explosive temper and reacts with aggression when crossed, she flips situations on their head to make herself look like the victim and she certainly sees her relationships as transactional, including her relationship with Heathcliff:

‘And should I always be sitting with you? What good do I get? What do you talk about? You might be dumb, or a baby, for anything you say to amuse me, or for anything you do, either!’ – Catherine, Chapter VIII

It is also frequently mentioned that Catherine enjoys being in control and does not take well to being contradicted:

It was nothing less than murder in her eyes for anyone to presume to stand up and contradict her. – Nelly, Chapter IX Cersei is as gentle as King Maegor, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy, as wise as Mad Aerys. She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. – Tyrion, ADWD

I observed that Mr. Edgar had a deep-rooted fear of ruffling her humour. He concealed it from her; but if ever he heard me answer sharply, or saw any other servant grow cloudy at some imperious order of hers, he would show his trouble by a frown of displeasure that never darkened on his own account. He many a time spoke sternly to me about my pertness; and averred that the stab of a knife could not inflict a worse pang than he suffered at seeing his lady vexed. Not to grieve a kind master, I learned to be less touchy; and, for the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it. – Nelly, Chapter X His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cersei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted. – Jaime, AFFC

And this leads to a point of contention when Heathcliff returns a changed man from his time away:

‘Don’t vex me. Why have you disregarded my request?’ – Catherine, Chapter XI Why does he insist on vexing me? – Cersei, AFFC

‘Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved!’ – Catherine, Chapter XV “You swore that you would always love me. It is not loving to make me beg.” – Cersei, AFFC

All of this, combined with the particular way in which Catherine describes her feelings for Heathcliff, led critics of the book to accuse Catherine of perceiving and thus loving Heathcliff as an extension of herself. And, surely, most of these things she privately confesses to Nelly could have easily come out of Cersei’s mouth, who has been confirmed by the author to being written as highly narcissistic.

In chapter IX, Catherine says that her love for Heathcliff is a necessity and throughout the series Cersei’s sentiments for Jaime are frequently displayed through that same lens:

The wench had the right of it. He could not die. Cersei was waiting for him. She would have need of him. – Jaime, ASOS They rode hard the next day, at Jaime's insistence. His son was dead, and his sister needed him. – Jaime, ASOS “Jaime, you're my shining knight. You cannot abandon me when I need you most!” – Cersei, ASOS “I need you with me. In me. Please, Jaime. Please.” – Cersei, AFFC “Why would Cersei need the Warrior? She has me.” – Jaime, AFFC She licked her lips, shivering. “Come at once. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once.” – Cersei, AFFC Jaime, I need Jaime. – Cersei, ADWD

Of course, in Cersei’s case, she “needs” Jaime because he is, in her mind, the brawn to her brain (“He was meant to be my sword and shield, my strong right arm.”), her protector, her agency in a patriarchal society… but she also needs him because she does not feel like a self-realized autonomous human being without him as she believes her own personhood has been split into two entities. And the same goes for Catherine:

‘I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?’ – Catherine, Chapter IX “Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We are one person in two bodies.” – Cersei, AGOT

‘Supposing at twelve years old I had been wrenched from the Heights, and every early association, and my all in all, as Heathcliff was at that time, and been converted at a stroke into Mrs. Linton, the lady of Thrushcross Grange, and the wife of a stranger: an exile, and outcast, thenceforth, from what had been my world. You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!’ – Catherine, Chapter XII “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that. I am not whole without you.” – Cersei, ASOS

In fact, both women go as far as claiming their partners’ identities as their own:

‘Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.’ – Catherine, Chapter IX “You are me, I am you.” – Cersei, AFFC ‘It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am.’ – Catherine, Chapter IX

And from this idea of a shared existence and a lack of purpose when apart comes the desire for union in death and the mythologizing of these relationships:

‘If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.’ – Catherine, Chapter IX “If he were dead, I would know it. We came into this world together, Uncle. He would not go without me.” – Cersei, ADWD ‘She’s dead! I’ve not waited for you to learn that’. – Heathcliff, Chapter XVI

‘We’ve braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I’ll keep you. I’ll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will!’ – Catherine, Chapter XII I cannot die while Cersei lives, he told himself. We will die together as we were born together. – Jaime, ASOS ‘I wish they may shovel in the earth over us both!’ – Heathcliff, Chapter XXIX

What’s interesting about Wuthering Heights, though, is that, other than codependency, there is an inherent selfishness and possessiveness to this. In chapter XV, when Catherine is effectively dying, it is clear that she does not want Heathcliff to outlive her and she’s terrified by the idea of him moving on and finding happiness elsewhere:

‘How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?’ – Catherine, Chapter XV “Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, ‘That’s the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I’ve loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!’ Will you say so, Heathcliff?” – Catherine, Chapter XV

Indeed, Catherine goes as far as telling Heathcliff that she wishes he would just die (and suffer) alongside her:

‘I wish I could hold you till we were both dead! I shouldn’t care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do!’ – Catherine, Chapter XV ‘I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted.’ – Catherine, Chapter XV

And Cersei does something comparable when she (in her delusion) asks Jaime to be her champion in a mortal combat knowing he is likely to lose for his handicap:

“My queen,” said Qyburn, “have you . . . forgotten? Ser Jaime has no sword hand. If he should champion you and lose . . .” We will leave this world together, as we once came into it. “He will not lose. Not Jaime. Not with my life at stake.” – Cersei, AFFC

Heathcliff and Catherine don’t die together, however, and, despite what happened in Game Of Thrones, I’m still highly sceptical that Jaime and Cersei will die together in the books either. Yet the impression that Wuthering Heights leaves is that the unhealthy nature of Heathcliff and Catherine’s bond is at the root of their own self-destruction and tragic end:

Ere long, I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew up-stairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity. – Nelly, Chapter X ‘Mrs. Linton is now just recovering,’ I said; ‘she’ll never be like she was, but her life is spared; and if you really have a regard for her, you’ll shun crossing her way again. […] Another encounter between you and the master would kill her altogether.’ – Nelly, Chapter XIV ‘You have killed me and thriven on it, I think.’ -  Catherine, Chapter XV “’Nay, it’s enough that he has murdered one of you,’ I observed aloud. ‘At the Grange, everyone knows your sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr. Heathcliff. After all, it is preferable to be hated than loved by him. When I recollect how happy we were, how happy Catherine was before he came, I’m fit to curse the day.’ Most likely, Heathcliff noticed more the truth of what was said, than the spirit of the person who said it. His attention was roused, I saw, for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes, and he drew his breath in suffocating sighs.” – Isabella, Chapter XVII ‘She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!’ was his constant bitter reflection; and, in his eyes, Heathcliff seemed a murderer. – Nelly, Chapter XXI

‘I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer but yours! How can I?’ – Heathcliff, Chapter XV ‘It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!’ – Heathcliff, Chapter XXIX

The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in let me in!’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. ‘Catherine Linton,’ it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton) ‘I’m come home: I’d lost my way on the moor!’ As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window. - Mr. Lockwood, Chapter III The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and, as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master’s window swinging open, and the rain driving straight in. […] I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark! – Nelly, Chapter XXXVI

And I wouldn’t be surprised if A Song Of Ice And Fire were to go in the same direction:

It is raining again, he thought when he saw how wet she was. The water was trickling down her cloak to puddle round her feet. How did she get here? I never heard her enter. She was dressed like a tavern wench in a heavy roughspun cloak, badly dyed in mottled browns and fraying at the hem. A hood concealed her face, but he could see the candles dancing in the green pools of her eyes, and when she moved he knew her. – Jaime, AFFC I thought that I was the Warrior and Cersei was the Maid, but all the time she was the Stranger, hiding her true face from my gaze. – Jaime, AFFC The Stranger represents death and the unknown, and leads the dead to the other world. Whilst referred to as male, he is neither male nor female. The Stranger's face has been described as half-human, concealed beneath a hooded mantle. – A Wiki Of Ice And Fire

“Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds. And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you.” – Maggy The Frog, AFFC “Tyrion is the valonqar. Do you use that word in Myr? It's High Valyrian, it means little brother.”  - Cersei, AFFC “He came into this world holding my foot, our old maester said”. – Cersei, AGOT “The Imp is no longer my brother, if he ever was.” – Cersei, AFFC A man stepped into the lantern light, and she saw his cloak was white. “Jaime?” I dreamt of one brother, but the other has come to wake me. – Cersei, AFFC

So, in conclusion, I find it plausible that George might have simply taken the narcissism, the violence and the “twin soul”/“other half” connection present in Wuthering Heights to it’s even more extreme by creating the chaotic mess that is the incestuous relationship between twins who are mirror images of each other... And there's a decent number of parallels to at least make a case for it!

Tag: @faintingheroine

#this is huge :o #but honestly I cut so much other stuff that I wanted to talk about #jaime lannister #cersei lannister #heathcliff #catherine earnshaw #parallels #meta #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #wuthering heights

[duchesssoflennox]

118 years ago on this day, Prince John of the United Kingdom, the youngest child of King George V and Queen Mary was born! He was named after his paternal uncle, Prince Alexander John, who died in infancy. John was said to be a bright, vibrant, healthy child in the first four years of his life. He was very cheeky and loved practical jokes, such as reportedly putting glue on door handles, and once famously referred to his father as the “ugly old man.” Above all, Prince John was part of an incredible royal dynasty. He was related to 20 reigning monarchs in Europe; his grandfather was King Edward VII, who reigned over an empire that was at its most powerful. But life wasn’t exactly easy for John and his siblings as they grew up under the incredibly strict guidance of their father, the future King George V, who was said to have put enormous pressure on his children to behave more like adults than children. “Lord Darby had a famous anecdote, that George V said to him ‘I was frightened of my father and I’m doing to make damn sure my children are frightened of me.’” Prince John's grandaunt the Dowager Empress of Russia wrote to her son Tsar Nicholas II that "George's children are very nice ... The little ones, George and Johnny are both charming and very amusing ..." In 1909, John began having seizures and was discovered to have epilepsy. When his condition deteriorated, he was kept away from the public eye and sent to live at Sandringham House, under the care of his nanny and governess, Charlotte Bill, known by the children as “Lala.” Apparently, all the children adored Lala, who had nursed them all as babies. In 1916, as his seizures became more frequent and severe, John was sent to live at Wood Farm, with "Lala" Bill having charge of his care. Though he maintained an interest in the world around him and was capable of coherent thought and expression, with his lack of educational progress, the last of his tutors was dismissed and his formal education ended. Physicians warned that he would likely not reach adulthood. His grandmother Queen Alexandra maintained a garden at Sandringham House especially for him and this became "one of the great pleasures of Prince John's life." After the summer of 1916, John was rarely seen outside the Sandringham Estate and passed solely into Lala Bill's care. After Queen Alexandra wrote that "Prince John is very proud of his house but is longing for a companion" Queen Mary broke from royal practice by having local children brought in to be playmates for Prince John. One of these was Winifred Thomas, a young girl from Halifax who had been sent to live with her aunt and uncle (who had charge of the royal stables at Sandringham) in hopes her asthma would improve. John's seizures intensified, and Bill later wrote "we dared not let him be with his brothers and sister, because it upsets them so much, with the attacks getting so bad and coming so often." He spent Christmas Day 1918 with his family at Sandringham House but was driven back to Wood Farm at night. On 18 January 1919, after a severe seizure, John died in his sleep at Wood Farm at 5:30 pm. Queen Mary wrote to Emily Alcock, an old friend that "for John it is a great relief, as his malady was becoming worse as he grew older, & he has thus been spared much suffering. I cannot say how grateful we feel to God for having taken him in such a peaceful way, he just slept quietly into his heavenly home, no pain no struggle, just peace for the poor little troubled spirit which had been a great anxiety to us for many years, ever since he was four years old"

She went on to add that "the first break in the family circle is hard to bear, but people have been so kind & sympathetic & this has helped us much." King George described his son's death simply as "the greatest mercy possible" On 20 January, the Daily Mirror said that "when the Prince John passed away his face bore an angelic smile"

John's funeral was at St Mary Magdalene parish church the funeral was attended by Sandringham House staff; "every single person on the estate went and stood around the gates and his grave was absolutely covered in flowers." Queen Alexandra wrote to Queen Mary that "now two darling Johnnies lie side by side" In her final mention of Prince John in her diary, Queen Mary wrote simply "miss the dear child very much indeed." Lala Bill always kept a portrait of Prince John above her mantelpiece, together with a letter from him that read "nanny, I love you."

#Prince John of the United Kingdom

[memaidraws]

WIP Ask Meme

Tagged by the wonderful @atypicalacademic 😘 I don't have a ton of WIPs in my folder atm but I can probs crack open the vault and show you guys what I've got ;D

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

The Sun's Companion (TES IV: Oblivion)

Flowers Beneath Us (TES IV: Oblivion)

Like Old Wounds on Broken Hearts (The Arcana)

Emily Wong Editorial Piece (Mass Effect)

Orange Colored Sky (Fallout 4)

Beneath the Steel Sky (Fallout 4)

Half Shot at Sunrise (Fallout 4)

Way Back Home (Fallout 3)

E loves V (Baldur's Gate III)

In duty, faith (Dragon Age: Origins)

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#ask meme #writing meme

[wearevillaneve]

An Eve and Villanelle microfilm containing the work of 63 artists, created for the KE fandom. This microfilm is a companion piece to the Villaneve Flipbook zine, which contains all 129 frames and 12 pieces of bonus art. All donations toward the zine will be sent to ILGA World. Get it here: https://ko-fi.com/s/73273b95d9 Project Director and Microfilm Editor: Sari Katharyn Artists (Alphabetical): AYPPRODUCTIONS - Instagram @aypproductions BISMUTTING - Twitter and Instagram @bismutting DANA - Twitter and Instagram @adhdeve DANI V - Twitter @daniz97 and Instagram @danielavelzart DARTH ELECTRA - Twitter @darthelectra DORIAN - Twitter and Instagram @yuki_oh_ EDIR - Instagram @swiredir and @inedibiliti EMILY WYMBS - Instagram @em_wymbs EMMA BAKOS - Twitter and Instagram @poemma_deterre EV THE WITCH - Twitter @evthewitch and Instagram ev.thewitch EVENVILLAIN - Twitter and Instagram @evenvillain FELIX - Instagram @nefarious.bee FUELEDBYROSES - Twitter @comersmotive and Instagram @fueldbyroses GAMBIT - Twitter @chaoticgayass and Instagram @gambit.art GHOSTKINK_CEO - Twitter and Instagram @ghostkink_ceo HAUS - Instagram @lesb1onic and Tumblr @villanevehaus HERBELOVEVE - Twitter @herbeloveve and Instagram @evesbeloved INVISIBLUE - Twitter @invisibl_ue ISCRA - Instagram @iscrac JAMNSKETCH - Twitter and Instagram @jamnsketch JESSICA NANGOI - Twitter @Kei Angelus and Instagram @jessica_nangoi JHOLLYART - Twitter @Jessica_Lovell1 and Instagram @jhollyart JIYANERU - Twitter and Instagram @jiyaneru JOYCE - Twitter @thebandofAC and Instagram @tboa.c JUL - Twitter @byjulietdarelle and @ponchonelle and Instagram @byjulietdarelle JUSTSWEN - Twitter @_justswen and Instagram @justone.fan KAS - Twitter @monstroustea and Instagram @monstroustea.art _KATIE.DRAWING - Twitter @toofcknlazy and Instagram @_katie.drawing KLARA - Instagram @saturnsevie LAURA - Twitter @lauraofrohan and Instagram @lauradreamsofdrawing LAURASARTDUMPSTER - Tumblr @laurasartdumpster LITTLE LION - Twitter @LittleLion_KE and Instagram @michellifitz LIZA - Twitter @Lissa21707740 and Instagram @villanevenormalstuff_ LORD OF SEAGULLS - Instagram @lord_of_seagulls._art LUHUHZY - Twitter @uncrosdotted MAI - Twitter @Vdressedask and Instagram @maitezara_ MAYA - Instagram @doodlingev MORWEN - Twitter @tempus__frangit NAD - Twitter @asheosu and Instagram @nyadaart NOONVOID - Twitter @noonvoid P - Twitter @villaneverse PINKPOLASTRI - Twitter and Instagram @pinkpolastri PRIANIKN - Twitter @PrianiknK and Instagram @prianikn PROFOUNDLYEXCEEDED - Instagram - @sarcartiste REL - Twitter @villan3ve RENEE - Instagram @disgruntledwing__ RI - Tumblr @purrophage RIKII - Twitter @rikiiart and Instagram @rikii.art SAGELLI - Twitter @Koala_who and Instagram @sagelli_art SANZ - Twitter @sanzvfic SAPHRON - Twitter and Instagram @SaphronArt SARI KATHARYN - Twitter @sarikatharyn and Instagram @insarity SHERRY - Twitter and Instagram @vodkafinger SOFI - Twitter @amerikated SQPPHICDRAWS - Twitter @villanxllee and Instagram @sqpphicdraws SUN - Twitter @nitrosun7 and Instagram @sunwannabe123 SYDNEY - Instagram @squid74art THESIMPLYLIFE - Twitter @thesimplylife and Instagram @thesimplylifee TIFF - Twitter and Instagram @MissGatorTeeth WINZARTZ - Twitter @Winzartz XANTHE RUSSELL - Twitter @not_xpr_art and Instagram @dangerliesbeforeyou XEA - Twitter @poisoninthecup ZONE - Twitter @VillaneveUback and Instagram @zone_ke_

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[mamsellechosette24601]

Thoughts on Emily (2022)

Yeah yeah, not accurate at all, but but but as a translation of the themes of Wuthering Heights (and may I add, Jane Eyre and Vilette) into the lives of the Brontë siblings…… I’m speechless

First, disclaimer, I do not condone the heterosexuality and like to think of Emily as someone who could conjure up all those feelings of desire, hatred, longing, without having to undergo a love affair in the process. But it would’ve been so easy to come up with a Heathcliff to Emily’s Cathy, and I think the movie avoided this in the best way possible. It seemed to me that Emily’s proximity to both Branwell and William was there to show her the possibility of expansion of the self, duality found within a “best earthly companion” (to borrow from Charlotte), while not making neither of them Heathcliff. Both Heathcliff and Cathy were rather in the emotions that these relationships stirred within Emily, getting to the heart of Cathy’s cry of “I am Heathcliff”. It’s Emily who cries “let me in”, it’s Emily who’s left in the abyss. Moreover, I adored the scene where William tells Emily she’s not a fish in the pond of Haworth, but a fish in the deep ocean of the moors. The impression the moors give of being frozen waves, together with the constant howling of the wind, falling of the rain, and crashing of the waves in the soundtrack stirred all the sensuality of the landscape, Emily’s expansion into it and her belonging solely in that wilderness.

Second, I do not condone of Charlotte’s portrait either - at times, it seemed lazy black-and-white setting of the prim vs the rebellious sister. That being said, I forgave it all at the final scene, when Charlotte sits by Emily’s desk and feels Inspiration coming through the window. If we look at the portrayal of Charlotte as that of a time when she was at her most repressed, shutting off everything that made her truly herself for worldly approval, then the final scene serves to recognise the fiery passion, wilderness, and desolation that exists too in her prose. The torch of passion is lit in her for writing Jane Eyre, and most devastatingly, so is that of solitude, made so poignant in the character of Emily, and which will haunt Charlotte even more after her sisters’ deaths, to the writing of Vilette. So, though Emily (2022) had 2 things that are pet peeves of mine in interpretations of the Brontës’ lives, it left me in the end with the swollen heart of one who had just finished WH/JE/V for the first time, a feeling I’d thought I’d never have again. So I guess I loved it.

#emily 2022 #emily bronte #charlotte bronte #anne brontë #branwell bronte #wuthering heights #jane eyre #vilette #The only thing that truly bothered me was the lack of spectacles in Charlotte for most of the movie #That girl had such bad eyesight…. she can’t see anything your honour #It also had the quality of stirring sentiments of disturbance akin to those of the books #when Reason is saying NO and Heart if saying YES to whth is going on #and also… the sibling scenes shattered my heart

[wikagirl]

Allow me to introduce you to: Gigi!

Name: Gabriella Chiyo Hale aka Gigi

Age: 20

Height: 158cm

Voice refernece: Emily Bauer as Zuzu in Yugioh arc-V

The genetically engineered petri dish and incubator daughter of Fuyuko Katagawa and Oacar Hale, making her related to both the Jakobs and the Maliwan clans, though she is quite far removed from the core of both families that are in crontol of the companies blood lineage wise.

Same as all her older siblings she is being raised to at one point fill one of the higher up positions in the company, and with all the megacrops getting in on the vaulthunting business she ended up being appointed to the newly formed vaulthunting department together with her only employee and later on best friend Lahn and his little robot companion. Together they explore the universe in search for vaults and often join forces with the vaulthunters of sanctuary 3 and bring them the sweet sweet benefits of free refills of their medical supplies.

Her aim with guns is questionable at best but for some reason her aim with throwing weapons such as knives is spot on, but it's kinda hard to carry around a bazillion knives to yeet so she prefers to use her wide assortment of medieval-inspired meelewapons such as her mace, meatcleaver and morningstar.

Her medieval themed loadout stems from her love for bunkers and badasses, she has all the rulebooks,storyline extention guides and evel a whole shelf of selfpainted miniatures, some customized by hand via scultpingpaste and paint to make them look like her characters. She even has a table custom made just to digistruckt (and also deconstruct) tiny landscapes that can be premodeled via a 3d modeleing program.

Some random tidbits about her:

the meatcleaver she uses was gifted to her for her 19 birthday by Wainright jakobs after they both had a collective „oh shit we're related???“ moment when she reached out to him to request permission for her company to do some reasearch into certain plants on eden-6. They now meet up every once in a while to sip and spill some tea, there are also some biger collaboration contracts between the two companies in the works.

There is no explanation for why she can use a mace twice her size so easily, it works purely on cartoon logics because I like the aesthetic of smol girl big bonk and you'll just have to accept that

the adhd is strong in this one. Her constant switching of hyperfixations has led her to be a jack of many trades but master of only one (that being DMing for B&B) leading her to appearing weirdly knowledgabble in a whole lot of subjects but if you press her on it it's only very surface level or so nieche that it becomes nearly useless in a wider scope

dressed very jakobs-y even before she figured out that she is realted to wainright around a whole bunch of corners, she just likes the aesthetic

would probably go to larp events if she had the time

took the phrase „if you're scared of something just do it scared“ so serious that she has become very good at faking excitement about something when she is actually terrified to the point where she herself isn't even sure anymore of she is scared or excited about the aspect of potentionally getting flung into the outer orbit by a terramorphus

terrible at math

would love to fund all of Lahns robotic projects but he refuses every time she offers

twirs her hair in her fingers a lot

picked up making plopping noises as a stim from her best friend

is the type of person to learn sounds of affection that animals make and make those sounds towards said animals but also at people, has tiger-chuffed at lahn once and then got surprised when Fl4k, all the way from the other end of moxxies bar, chuffed back

never really thought about her sexuality, if its hot its hot and if it's not then it's not and that's how it be

custompaints her guns or gets them customized because normal guns look boooriiiiiiinnnngggggg, girly needs sum girly guns allright

Currently calls a planet named Cernunnos (yes after the celtic lord of the wild and forests) her home. As the name might indicate, the planet is home to lush forests of different types as well as green plains and coeans. Hale as a company has not been there for long so it is still mostly unexplored, but they have allready made friends with the local intelligent species there so that's a win.

Character theme: all the rage – allie x battle anthem: mad world- within temptation 5 songs she'd listen to:

cross my heart – marianas trench

levitating – dua lipa

when I rule the world – Liz

pay no mind – madeon

chocolate - the 1975

Her gun loadout:

Alternative outfits (details in picture description):

#gigi hale #borderlands #borderlands oc #the selfprojection is strong in this one #one might call her a manic pixie dream girl #my writing is erratic and so are my thoughts #myart #I proofred all of this but I'm also dyslexic and sleepdeprives so *shrugs* #gigi character sheet

[yourtrustyvault13canteen]

I wanted to know what the companions think about House, including if they believe in him! Here are my notes:

Arcade: knows a lot about him, believes? hates him!

The Followers in general seem to believe House is the centuries old Robert House, so Arcade probably does, too. It’s not clear if he has any more knowledge than them about his life-extending technology

to Emily Ortal, v. sarcastically because she didn’t:

Would I like to help infiltrate the Lucky 38{casino} ? I'm so glad you asked...

REPCONN stuff that he totally doesn’t know for Enclave reasons:

I've read about REPCONN. I think they did some work with the... {catching himself, was about to say "Enclave"} the government before the war. Rockets and some energy weapon prototypes, I think.

There was some corporate espionage going on between Poseidon Energy's Project SEMELE and whatever was going on here.

REPCONN went through some rough times. When their rocket business was shaky, Mr. House purchased the company. It didn't take long for him to repurpose their plasma technology for a government weapon contract.

Another one of Poseidon Energy's many secret weapons projects. Before the Great War. It didn't go anywhere. That's how REPCONN got their shot. So to speak.

actual House opinions:

So Mr. House doesn't care that one of Caesar's most notorious Legion spies is walking around on the Strip.  Either that or his Securitrons' AI is too primitive to recognize the threat. Neither answer is particularly comforting.

That's funny. Mr. House doesn't want to keep New Vegas independent. He just wants to keep the NCR and Caesar's Legion from pushing him around.

He must be pretty convincing if he's roped you into helping him, but you can count me out.

I have to say I don't understand where you're going with Mr. House. The man's been manipulating the locals for as long as anyone can remember.

Ugh. I guess that means I have to go back to that creepy mausoleum Mr. House calls the Lucky 38. I've been around a few unsettling places in my life, but that place takes the cake. {sighing} Back to the tomb, I suppose.

Maybe if you're Mr. House you do [need more electric]. I bet the people in Freeside need it a lot more than he does.

Boone: unclear what he thinks outside NCR

Yeah. I don't know much. Just rumors. All I know is he's supposed to be in charge of the Strip. And he's been able to stop the NCR from taking it over. Wish he'd give it up, so the NCR could focus on securing the border.

A face-to-face meeting with House, huh? The NCR would kill to be in your shoes.

I have made Boone not really care that House is hundreds of years old. Like :/ tell me if I should shoot him…

Raul: knows lots but doesn’t fully believe it’s him, disapproves of ‘both’

Just how old do you think I am, boss? Because I can pretty much guarantee I'm older than that. Let me tell you a story from before the Great War: Everybody knew Robert House. He was a genius. A superstar. Founded RobCo at 22, dated Hollywood starlets, the works. They say he saved Las Vegas. I was in Mexico City when the bombs dropped. Even from there, we could see House's defensive rockets shooting down the incoming missiles. Everybody assumed he died in the War. Maybe he did. But his robots are still out there, roaming the Wastes. And now, a Mr. House rules New Vegas.

[vegas] It's big, it's bright, and it's one of the biggest cities still left from before the War. Well, mostly, anyway. Used to be just a curiosity. The buildings were pre-War, but it was just as full of raiders and barbarian tribes as anyplace else. Then Mr. House took over, got the power turned back on, and got the tribes reformed into something civilized. Now they run his casinos for him.

[You can't seriously think they're the same Mr. House.] Maybe not. Maybe the new guy is just a clever raider chief with a knowledge of history. {Slightly ominous} Maybe he just left instructions for his robots to carry out in his name. {growing more ominous} Or maybe Robert House uploaded his brain pattern into a computer and rules to this day, a godless, soulless machine-god! {Back to normal} Or maybe the whole thing's a crazy coincidence. Who knows?

[Maybe there's a connection. Can you remember anything else about Robert House?] I remember there were some weird stories about him, especially near the end. There was a tell-all in El Periodico de las Aburridas by a starlet House dated. She said they never, um... don't make me spell it out, boss. Anyway, she said all he wanted to do was scan her brain and make her dress up in different outfits. [sickening] It was quite the scandal, at least in the Latin-American tabloid journalism market.

Veronica: doesn’t believe, doesn’t like him

Wow, Mr. House is looking for you, huh? What do you think he wants? Bowling partner?

[Ever heard of Mr. House before?] Yeah. They say he built the Strip. Of course, they say a lot of things. No one's actually met him. Me? I think it's a hoax. Probably a group of people who want to avoid attention, or some made-up persona of a self-aware computer. Why else would he shut himself in like that?

[after meeting] What'd you think of Mr. House? I was surprised he only had the two robot sex slaves.

[vegas] Yep. It's your typical city layout. Rich people in a gated community surrounded by extreme poverty. House gave the area around the Strip to the locals, but he has no interest in it, so he ignores it entirely. It just needs new management. I'd love to see the Brotherhood do it, but since the Codex doesn't say "clean up Freeside" no one listens to me. Bunch of sticklers.

Cass: kinda believes? knows rumours, doesn’t like him

Not much, and I haven't had occasion to look for anything more than that. I've heard what most people know... he's said to run New Vegas, he runs the robots, but... well, no one's really seen him. So if he wants to see you... well, that's a rare thing I wouldn't turn down. I'd ask him some hard questions if I were you.

After: So... you talked to a big movie screen? Feeling like I'm walking down a yellow-bricked road, and there's bad news at the end. | If someone promised me all the lights of Vegas, I'd consider it, too... but I wouldn't say yes until I saw what was behind the curtain. | Of course, no one really will now that he's dead. Good thing, too, no idea what that contraption was on his pecker.

#fallout new vegas #robert house #mr house #arcade gannon #craig boone #raul tejada #veronica santangelo #rose of sharon cassidy #fnv #house #arcade #boone #raul #veronica #cass #resources

[fujijori]

FAVONIUS CODEX ━━

❝ Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrarywise━ what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. ❞

✸ GenPact (Genshin Impact)

━━━━━━━━━━━━

✦ CIVITA LIBERTATIS ━━ city of freedom

━ tba...

✦ URBIS CONTRACTIBUS ━━ city of contracts

━ tba...

✦ URBIS AETERNITATIS ━━ city of eternity

━ tba...

✦ URBIS SAPIENTIAE ━━ city of wisdom

━ tba...

✦ SNEZHNAYAN LACRIMIS ━━ snezhnayan tears

━ tba...

✦ PERTURBATIONEM SIDERUM ━━ misc.

━ tba...

✸ Ad Astra (Original Story) | TBA

━━━━━━━━━━━━

✦ ACT I. The Ember in the Abyss ━ Emily

✦ ACT II. His Royal Highness ━ King Nicholas

✦ ACT III. The Body is But a Canvas ━ Iris

✦ ACT IV. The Crow's Funeral ━ Skyler

✦ ACT V. Come to Life ━ Thomas

✦ ACT VI. Here Comes the General ━ Fa

✦ ACT VII. A Chef's Ambition ━ Pao

━━━━━━━━━━━━

✦ ACT VIII. Serendipity ━ Khai

✦ ACT IX. Fox Udon ━ Riku

✦ ACT X. Sealed and Sent ━ Greta

✦ ACT XI. Wolf in Sheep's Clothing ━ Eryx

✦ ACT XII. Down with the Monarchy ━ Xavier

✦ ACT XIII. The Academe ━ Noah

✦ ACT XIV. Smells Like Roses ━ Nina

✸ Written In The Stars (GenPact Fanfic) | TBA

━━━━━━━━━━━━

✦ PRELUDE. A Bard's Adventure

━ Follows the storyline of the official Genshin Impact webcomic/manga, as well as the snippets of Genshin lore revolving around Old Mondstadt and Lord Barbatos, mostly about how the Lawrence clan fell, Vennessa saving the people of Mondstadt, and some parts of early character backstories.

✦ ACT I. The Outlander Who Caught the Wind

━ Follows the Prologue Archon Quest at the beginning of the game, regarding the Traveler first meeting the citizens of Mondstadt, saving it from Dvalin, and finally being able to greet Lord Barbatos, who was disguised as a mortal bard, whom he dubbed 'Venti'.

✦ ACT II. Farewell, Archaic Lord

━ Follows the Liyue Archon Quest, in which the Traveler moves from Mondstadt to the city of contracts, or Liyue as the citizens call it. They meet the former Geo Archon, as well as make both friends and enemies, save yet another city from certain doom, and find passage to Inazuma.

✦ ACT III. Omnipresence Over Mortals

━ Follows the Inazuma Archon Quest, after the Traveler safely arrived at Inazuma. Upon their arrival, they meet an odd group of miscellanous friends, fight in a war against the Shogun, end the Vision Hunt decree, and witness a comrade's, as well as an enemie's, death.

✦ INTERLUDE. A Winter's Night Lazzo

━ Follows the Genshin Impact's official YouTube video "A Winter's Night Lazzo", wherein the Harbringers gather to mourn the death of Rosalyne, a comrade they lost in Inazuma, and begin to plan their next step in seizing yet another Gnosis. Later, it is revealed that the Doctor has decided to make an appearence in the Ciy of Wisdom, unfortunately for a young woman.

✦ ACT IV. Truth Amongst the Pages of Purana

━ Follows the Sumeru Archon Quest, where the Traveler is on the search for Lesser Lord Kusanali to inquire further about their missing sibling's whereabouts, only to get roped into more trouble involving the Akademiya and the Fatui, having to save Nahida and yet another city from evil.

✦ ACT V. Masquerade of the Guilty

━ Follows an original storyline (as Fontaine has yet to be released), in which the Traveler overhears news and chatter of an on-going event in the City of Justice, and makes a trip there with their trusty companion Paimon, only to find that a hero is needed yet again. The Traveler is reunited with a few old friends, as well as meets several new other acquaintences, including a figure that reminds them oddly of the God of Justice...

✦ ACT VI. Incandescent Ode of Resurrection

━ Follows an original storyline (as little is known about Natlan), where the Traveler and Dehya visit the City of War and meet a promising young street brawler who offers to aid them in their search for the Pyro Archon, Murata. During their stay, the Traveler agrees to participate in a brawling event, much like the Warrior's Spirit event, meeting a little but powerful girl named Iansan.

✦ ACT VII. Everwinter Without Mercy

━ Follows an original storyline (since Snezhnaya is as mysterious as the Fatui Harbringers are), where the Traveler is invited to visit Childe and his family, under the pretense of the Tsaritsa's wishes, which was to get closer, to observe and keep a watchful eye over the Traveler. The Tsaritsa has not yet viewed the Traveler as a threat, simply as an obstacle, or a pawn in a game she simply needs to find a way to maneuver around or knock over. Meanwhile, Teucer had wandered away from his brother's protective line of sight, and ends up in the Zapolyarny Palace.

✦ POSTLUDE. Come Find Me Again

━ Follows an original storyline (since the ending of Genshin Impact is unclear), where the Traveler has finally be reuinted with their sibling, however, they must fight against them in order to save the entire world of Teyvat. Their sibling desires to lay ruin to Teyvat, as they were devastated by the destruction of their home, and the Traveler must stop them from destroying an entire world. All the while the Unknown Archon watches over them both, knowing full well how this scene will play out...

#ᐢ..ᐢ bon bon chocolate !! / leo rants #ᵔᴗᵔ sextant of the stars !! / masterlist #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin self insert #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin impact characters #genshin characters #genshin spoilers #fluff #romance #angst #original work #original story #original characters #female reader #gender neutral reader #my characters #zodiac signs #astrology #zodiac #leo zodiac sign #aquarius zodiac sign

[ask-the-praetors]

Sooooo

Urabrask is the one to go for with amusing sassy and sarcastic responses

Sheoldred is the one in the group he’s trying to be the ✨quirky✨ girl (would also be named Emily if not Sheoldred)

Jin is the one to go to for genuine science questions as well as more logical opinions

Vorinclax is Vorinclax…enough said

And Elesh is the One to go to for more religious and political questions.

Did I hit the nail on the head?

FInally, one who appreciates my intellect, unlike these fools. —J

I am glad you seek my counsel on religion and politics, although I will take this opportunity to highlight some of my other expert areas, such as the manipulation of white mana and the art of compleation. —E

Hah, quirky! That's a new one! Emily is a fleshling name though. I think my mount ate one a few weeks ago. —S

I do not attempt sass or humor. I am simply truthful. Your view of my statements as humorous would reflect more on the conduct of my "companions". Ah, how I enjoy the break from their petty politics. The Caldaia is beautiful. —U

I LOVE FOOD. —V

#there is a significant backlog of asks to be answered #i will be getting to them #jin-gitaxias #elesh norn #sheoldred #urabrask #vorinclex #mtg #magic the gathering #new phyrexia #new capenna #anon

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by the lovely @seancekitsch. Thanks Bonnie :)

Relationship Status: Don’t have one, not really looking at the moment Favorite Colors: Purple, Teal, and grey Favorite Food: lox and cream cheese on an everything bagel (I liked them before I moved to NYC, but now...I would live off nothing but if that was an option) Song stuck in my head: 🎵“I am not a person, I’m three possums in a coat”🎵 Although the song I’ve been listening to on repeat all day is “Writing Again” by Seanan McGuire Last thing you googled: “All Nancy Drew Books in order” because I’m reshelving my books and being particular about it Time: 12:27am Dream Trip: Romania. It’s so beautiful, and was one of the few places I really had no option to go to when I was studying abroad Last thing you read: Book Lovers by Emily Henry. Or I guess if we’re being technical, my mail that’s been sitting on my desk for two days.  Last book you enjoyed reading: that is the same question. I am trying to be better about giving up when I don’t enjoy a book, or even when I do but I’m not in the right mood. But I definitely really enjoyed Book Lovers. It’s not groundbreakingly original, but a book doesn’t need to be. And it’s really a fun, self-aware rom-com. Also a couple of times I felt a liiittle bit called out, which is always good in a book (in my opinion). Last book you hated reading: Other than textbooks, which it has been a year+ since I’ve had to read (yay!) I can’t think of one right now.  Favorite thing to cook/bake: lemon bars! Or pancakes even though they never come out pretty. I mean, I like cooking in general (especially chopping vegetables, I find the action and sound both very soothing, let’s not look to far into it) but those top tier Favorite craft to do in your free time: cross-stitch probably. But I’m not a super crafty person, and am very out of practice. Most niche dislike: I don’t think I have one that’s niche. I have many dislikes but they’re all probably pretty common ones.  Opinion on Circuses: Indifferent? I mean, I love a circus or a carnival as a fiction setting because you can do so much with them, and (according to some people strangely) find “circus music” in the right context romantic. But I have no strong feelings about actual circuses one way or the other. Do you have any sense of direction: No. I mean, I’d like to think I have one of narrative direction, but the jury is out. And I could get lost trying to find my way out of a paper bag. Tell us about your D&D Character: I have so many though. Even if I narrow it down to active campaigns that leaves 2...Valsolis and Wren. I talk about V most in my D&D posts (she’s a tiefling bard with roguish tendencies...as in she’s a grifter and con artist, and can pick a lock when she needs to. She is currently being hunted by a cult and they assassinated her merchant husband, which is a tragedy because she was just starting to like him and consider not killing him for his money). But Wren is a new one, she’s rather fun. She’s a halfling ranger with absolutely no charisma, and a squirrel for an animal companion. Technically she lives in town, but I’m pretty sure its in the way a feral cat lives under your porch. I want to cross-class barbarian but haven’t had a chance. 

Tagging, if you want to play: @redlippedladyofrohan @the-winter-witcher @short-and-angry @forenschik @exlibrisfangirl​

#tag game #about me #this was very general and then very specific and then kinda general again? it was a ride #I tried to keep my answers short #but...I am me and thus I failed

[afilmbykirkk]

here's a list from my notes, I have no idea how the books are. You can search a few of them and get started!🤗

MATT HAIG, HOW TO STOP TIME🤩🤩

Six of crows by Leigh bardugo

Confessions of a mask by Yukio Mishima

ROB BRESNEY💛💛

yesterday I was the moon, noor unnhur

Silent forests of the heart by Daisy Fried

The night circus by Erin morgenstern⬅️

Renegades by marrisa meyer⬅️

Bring me their hearts by Sara wolf

Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead

The bone houses by Emily Loyyd

the rest of the story by Sarah Dessen

The raven boys by Maggie Stevater

Sabriel by Garth Nix

The invisible life of Addie Larue by WE Schwab

Poison study by Maria V. Snyder

Karen Marie Morning ,dark fever

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan

Ash Princess by Laura Sebestian

The Final Empire by Branson Senderson

Air Awarens by Elise Kova

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Oath Taker by Audrey Grey

The iron king by Julie Kagawa

King of ashes by Raymond Fiest

Everything I never told you by Celeste ng

The silent companions -horror

The violent delights

Nightbooks by j.a.white

Inkmistress

All the birds, Singing by Evie Wylde

My heart and other black holes

Emergency contact

And a few poems by Emily Dickinson

Chain of gold series by Cassandra Clare

Pride and prejudice

conversation with friends

Dance of thieves by Mary E. Pearson

The shadows between us

priory of the orange tree

Jede fire gold by June CL Tan

looking for Alaska

Jane Eyre, salley Rooney's work

little women

Norwegian wood

when dimple met rishi

diary of a young girl

then there were none

city of bones

the books of lost names

lovely war by Julie Berry

a good girl's guide to murder trilogy

the cruel price trio

shadows and bones

I wish I knew about love by Kristie taylor

the bride test by Helen hoang

from lukov with love by Mariana Zapata

soulmate equation by Christina Lauren

Red white royal blue

SAD-

how to make friends with the dark by Kathleen Gladgow

life in a fishbowl by Len Vlahos

All the bright places by Jennifer Niven

how it feels to float by Helena fox

Orbiting Jupiter by Gary D. Schmdit

CHANGE, EDIT-

Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe

Ace of shades⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️

an ember in the ashes

the kiss quotient

the problem with forever

heart bones

american queen

Girl, serpent, thorn🌟🌟🌟

lovelywar by Julie Berry

bridge of clay by mark xusak

strange the dream by laini taylor

SWEET SACRIFICE ❤️❤️❤️❤️

city of bones/falling angels book series

ANON I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH

#wolfie has answered #nu answers #lovely anons #save #book recommendations

[themovieblogonline]

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Review: Bustin Has Never Felt So Good

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire swoops into the franchise with the thunderous claps of supernatural comedy and heartfelt moments that its predecessors are known for. Directed by Gil Kenan and co-written with Jason Reitman, this sequel to Ghostbusters: Afterlife manages to maintain the delicate balance of nostalgic reverence and fresh innovation. In this iteration, we see a harmonious blend of the original Ghostbusters cast and the vibrant new generation taking on an otherworldly threat in a bustling New York City setting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hjlyknlTaw Two years have elapsed since the events of Afterlife, and the narrative takes an ambitious leap. The Spengler family, along with their quirky companion Gary Grooberson (played with effortless charm by Paul Rudd), relocate to New York City, reinvigorating the iconic firehouse with new life and ambitions. The storyline excels in weaving the warm essence of familial ties with the expansive lore of the Ghostbusters universe. It's not just about zapping ghosts anymore; it's about legacy, friendship, and the continual fight between good and eerie evil. The addition of Kumail Nanjiani as Nadeem Razmaadi brings a delightful freshness to the cast. Nanjiani infuses his role with a charismatic vulnerability and timely humor that beautifully contrasts the stoic dedication of Mckenna Grace's Phoebe Spengler. This dynamic adds a rich layer to the ensemble, further enhancing the chemistry among the team members. Grace continues to shine in the role as well, taking the reigns of the franchise once again. She more than proves that she's one of the most talented actors working today as Phoebe. It's only a matter of time before Grace wins her very first Oscar and I can't wait for that day to come. Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, and Ernie Hudson slip back into their roles with such ease that it feels like no time has passed at all. Their characters act as the bridge between past and present, offering wisdom, wit, and the occasional eye-roll-worthy dad joke. It's a pleasure to see them on screen, guiding the new generation and, at times, being wonderfully outsmarted by them. The plot of Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire is as chilling as it is exhilarating. An ancient artifact unleashes a formidable adversary, aiming to create a second Ice Age. The film cleverly navigates its narrative through thrilling action sequences, punctuated by genuinely hilarious moments. The script is sharp, littered with Easter eggs for the dedicated fans, and accessible humor for newcomers. However, where Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire truly excels is in its heart. It never loses sight of the emotional core that made Ghostbusters: Afterlife so compelling. The intergenerational bonds, the struggle for acceptance, and the discovery of self-worth are themes expertly threaded throughout the ghost-chasing escapades. This emotional depth is where the film earns its stripes, proving that even amidst the most laugh-out-loud sequences, there's room for a tear or two. The visual effects are a spectacular highlight, blending the familiar proton-pack streams with new, innovative spectral manifestations. The visually stunning spectral army is a formidable antagonist force. The icy grip of the Frozen Empire is felt visually and narratively. It creates for a unique aesthetic for the film that stands out in the franchise. Where the film slightly falters is in its pacing. At times, the narrative seems to rush through pivotal scenes, sacrificing potential character development for spectacle. The action sequences are thrilling and exciting. But a more measured approach could have given depth to the newer characters, like Emily Alyn Lind and James Acaster. Their potential feels slightly underexplored, a minor blemish in an otherwise captivating film. The climax of Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire is a whirlwind of emotions and special effects. It brings together all the elements that make the film such a joyous experience. It manages to close the chapter on a high note while leaving the door ajar for future adventures. This ending encapsulates the film's spirit — a blend of farewell and promise, encapsulating the eternal cycle of legacy and innovation. Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire stands as a testament to the enduring appeal of the franchise. It honors its past while fearlessly charging into the future, equipped with a proton pack full of laughs, scares, and heart. This film is not just a successful sequel; it's a loving homage to the series and a bold step forward. Whether you're a die-hard fan or a newcomer, there's something in Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire for everyone to enjoy. It's a supernatural comedy that doesn't just aim to entertain but to remind us of the power of legacy, and a good ghost story. Read the full article

[mages-pandoras-box]

OC

I just want to post my OC's basic lore here. They're not going to be a muse (yet); I just think they're cool xD.

This is Akuma (aka Annie Brooks), my Hazbin Hotel/Hulleva Oc.

He/She/They

Art by @trissschmidt (Female form: Left. Male Form: Right)

They are an overlord who runs one of (if not the) most popular record companies in the Pride Ring. They write and perform their own music while writing music for other singers. They have collaborated with major performers from across the rings. They used to be a ring fighter for another overlord - never sold their soul but did have an agreement - and that overlord eventually became their best friend and encouraged them to become overlords themselves.

Below is a tier list to represent their relationship with different characters.

Partners

Alastor - Akuma's fiance from life. Got separated from him by their parents and reunited with him in Hell.

Charlie - Fell in love with her after reuniting with Alastor. The two invite her into their relationship.

Best Friends

My Best Friends Oc (not pictured/work in progress) - Vox's partner and the Ring Fight Overlord. Saved Akuma in Hell and taught them how to fight. Encourages them to become their own overlord.

Lucifer - Girlfriend's dad - is surprisingly chill with Akuma; he likes to climb up onto Akuma's shoulders in some type of animal form (Akuma is tall, and it pisses Alastor off).

Velvette - Akuma's BFF (my friend's OC), is often invited to the V tower, and Akuma tags along. Velvette was a fan of Akuma and befriended them. Their friendship is purely informal - neither one is associated with the other's brand.

Rosie - Introduced by Alastor and instantly hit it off. Gossip girls.

Carmilla - Friends from Akuma's ring fight days. Akuma often commissioned Carmilla for weapons, and one day Carmilla came to meet her most frequent buyer.

Fizzarolli - Has collaborated with him numerous times. Fizz will visit the Pride ring just to see Akuma. Another Gossip Partner.

Friends

Angel Dust - Feels bad for him/knows how shitty Val can be. Doesn't like how vulgar/inappropriate he can be. Flirted with Akuma one too many times.

Nifty and Husk - Alastor owns their souls, so they interact frequently. Akuma tries to take care of them and convince Alastor to not be as harsh to them as he is.

Pentious - Found him annoying at first, but warmed up to him. Wouldn't be Akuma's first choice to hang out with, but Akuma was upset and grieved his "death".

Emily (Au of the Au) - Meets the angel when she visits Charlie after the Exterminations are canceled. Appreciates her help.

KeeKee - Girlfriend's pet cat. Akuma loves cats.

Carmilla's Daughters - Akuma is the cool Aunt/Uncle figure to them. Loves them as one would their nieces.

Has Met Them Once

Stolas - In passing, he attended one of the concerts Akuma had with Fizz. Thinks he's nice but a bit airheaded.

Ozzie - One of Akuma's best friends, Fizz's partner. Ozzie is very busy, so he never has a lot of time to chat. Knew their secret for a while and kept it to themselves. Supportive of the two. Ozzie and Akuma would be closer if they had more time to talk to one another.

Zizi/Unnamed Overlord/Zestial - Fellow Overlords. Met them officially at their first Overlord meeting after stepping out of the shadows. They were polite to Akuma, so Akuma was polite to them.

Neutral/No Opinion

Vaggie - Vaggie doesn't trust/like Akuma due to Akuma being connected to Alastor and for "stealing/corrupting" Charlie. Akuma harbors no ill will toward Vaggie but has made no attempts to calm her hatred/anger.

Cherry Bomb - Didn't meet her until Extermination Day. Thought she fought well in the battle.

Tom - He's a news anchor. He is very polite with Akuma and doesn't insult them just because he can. (Unlike he co-host)

Razzel/Dazzel/Egg bois - They are other peoples' companions. That's it.

Dislikes Them

Lilith - Doesn't like that she just packed up her bags and left. Is mad on Charlie's behalf. (Depending on what happens in later seasons, this will change).

Katie Killjoy - Had an awful interview where Katie just insulted Akuma the entire time. Backed Katie into a corner verbally, and since then, Katie has taken any chance she could to insult Akuma. One-sided rivalry similar to Vox and Alastor. Katie hates Akuma, Akuma will get annoyed but overall doesn't really care.

Vox - Best friend's boyfriend. Finds him annoying and doesn't really like modern TV. Tolerates him because of their BFF. Due to being engaged to Alastor, Akuma is often dragged into Vox's "news broadcasts." However, they are never usually that damaging after Vox made that mistake the first time and had a not-so-friendly visit from an enraged Radio Demon and Princess of Hell. Akuma's BFF also didn't appreciate it and told Vox off for it. (Depending on what I see in later seasons, this might change).

Glitz and Glam - Competitors in the singing world. Akuma has tried to be polite/formal but is constantly insulted, gave up after a while.

Mimzy - My headcanon is that Mimzy has a crush on Alastor, so she is constantly throwing herself at him. Akuma doesn't like it, and Mimzy doesn't like that Akuma "stole" Alastor away.

Susan - It's fucking Susan!

Hates Them

Valentino - Hates how he treats people and finds him creepy. He once tried to seduce Akuma, but that got him a quick kick in the dick. Will be polite to him due to her friendship with Velvette. (Depending on the verse, is secretly trying to find a way to take over and/or free Angel Dust's contract).

Sera - Thinks she's a coward and hates how she runs/"helps" runs Heaven.

Adam - He nearly killed both of Akuma's partners, Alastor and Charlie. Was glad when he died. If Nifty hadn't stabbed him, Akuma was going to secretly kill him themself. (Depending on the verse this might happen).

Lute - fearful of what the angel would do. Akuma briefly fought hand-to-hand against Lute before Vaggie could get a swing at her. Got a few licks from the angel that haven't healed right.

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As a radiant torrent, memories surge forth, painting an iridescent tapestry within her mind—carefree days unfurling amidst resplendent fields of blooming flowers, where laughter echoed harmoniously with the wind's gentle caress. In the depths of her being, an ardent yearning takes root, a fervent desire to reclaim the joy that once twirled as her faithful companion, those ephemeral moments of ethereal beauty that slipped through her fingers amidst the tumult and anguish that defined her journey. —a story inspired by the poem, "Tulips." 🌷

"Resillience in Bloom"

In a serene hospital chamber, Emily lay motionless on the pristine white sheets, her countenance pale yet serene. Tubes and wires intricately connected her to an array of machines, diligently monitoring her every breath. Within this clinical space, vibrant tulips graced the surroundings, their kaleidoscope of colors boldly contrasting against the stark backdrop. These tulips, a heartfelt offering from a caring friend, sought to infuse life into Emily's sterile world.

Emily's arduous odyssey had been far from effortless. For years, she valiantly battled a debilitating ailment, enduring countless surgeries and treatments. The unrelenting pain had exacted its toll on her spirit, leaving her fatigued and distanced from the world surrounding her. However, as she lay there, encompassed by the tulips, a flicker of hope ignited within her. V

Her gaze roamed over the petals, meticulously studying their delicate contours and hues. The scarlet tulips evoked memories of the vibrant energy she once possessed, the very strength that had propelled her through the darkest of days. The yellow tulips conveyed a newfound sense of optimism, hinting at a future brimming with boundless possibilities. As for the white tulips, their pristine and serene presence offered solace that had eluded her for far too long.

As Emily's eyes settled upon the tulips, a deluge of memories surged through her mind. Recollections materialized of carefree days spent frolicking in blooming meadows, her laughter resounding through the air. She could almost feel the sun's warmth caressing her face and inhale the intoxicating fragrance of tulips in full bloom. Those were the moments that breathed life into her existence, moments she had gradually relinquished along her arduous path.

The tulips within the room seemed to beckon her, luring her back to the world she had temporarily forsaken. They whispered tales of resilience, gentle reminders that beauty could be discovered amidst even the most agonizing circumstances. Emily's trembling fingers reached out to caress the velvety petals, a solitary tear tracing a delicate path down her cheek.

In that transformative instant, the tulips ceased to be mere adornments. They transformed into symbols of her own fortitude and unwavering determination. Each blossom bore within it the promise of rebirth, an opportunity to embrace life once more. With every breath she drew, Emily felt her spirit stir, awakening from its dormant state.

Days merged into weeks, and Emily's recovery progressed steadily. The tulips remained a steadfast presence, serving as constant reminders of the beauty that dwelled both within and beyond her hospital quarters. They became her quiet companions, conduits of silent encouragement, and she discovered solace in their company.

Finally, the long-awaited day arrived when Emily was deemed well enough to bid farewell to the hospital. As she stepped into the warm embrace of sunlight, a bouquet of tulips cradled in her arms, she experienced a profound resurgence of purpose. The world unfurled before her as a canvas brimming with limitless possibilities, and she resolved to paint it with her newfound appreciation for life.

From that day forth, Emily carried the essence of the tulips within her being. Their vibrant colors and delicate beauty were etched deeply into her soul, a constant reminder of the strength she possessed. She assumed the role of an advocate for others facing similar trials, offering them the same reservoir of hope and resilience the tulips had bestowed upon her.

And so, inspired by the poem of Sylvia Plath, Emily's story unfolded like the petals of a tulip. From the depths of despair, she blossomed into a symbol of hope, proving that even in the face of adversity, one can find the strength to embrace life and thrive once more.