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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Hi, so, I'd like to request a one shot with Billy and Stu x Reader who looks cute and innocent, she can even trick them into thinking she's a sweet lamb, they are kinda friends? Like, the boys like to hang around her house, since she's almost always alone, and they watch horror movies together and all, Billy being creepy as always and Stu weirdly cute. Anyways, she looks so sweet and innocent, but, in reality, she has some dark thoughts and when a guy from school treats her bad or something like that (I'm think of her bing like a hidden Pearl) she kills him, but no one knows, after that she starts to go into a killing spree and the boys get worried she'll be a victim of this new killer, until they catch her killing, being stained with blood. I'd love if you could write it, so thanks ❤️ (English is not my first language, so sorry for any grammar error)

Oh no this was perfect so even if English isn’t your first language I got what you had in mind

↳ devil in disguise ↲

✭ pairing : billy loomis x reader x stu macher

✭ fandom : scream

✭ summary : billy loomis and stu macher befriend the new girl, there something about the innocence in her that has them wanting to keep her close, but what they don’t know is that underneath all that innocence is a psycho killer watching and building up.

✭ authors note : this will be pretty fucking long let’s be honest but I hope you enjoy :)

Appearances can be deceiving, a truth that resonates throughout the intricate tapestry of human nature. In the complex dance of life, the most innocent of individuals often harbor the potential for both light and darkness, a duality that echoes the very essence of existence.

Beneath the gentle facade of a kind smile, the spark of laughter, or the softness of a touch, lies a spectrum of emotions and desires that can lead down paths both virtuous and treacherous. Each person is a canvas painted with shades of morality, their choices a brushstroke that can create beauty or chaos, depending on the journey they choose to undertake.

The predator lurking within, the shadow of primal instincts, is a reminder that human beings are products of evolution, shaped by eons of survival instincts and genetic predispositions. In the heart of every individual, there exists a part that craves power, control, or fulfillment, a yearning that can manifest as ambition, passion, or even obsession.

Yet, it is important to recognize that the coexistence of light and darkness within us is not inherently sinister. It is a reflection of the human experience, a reminder that every choice is a crossroads, offering the potential for change, growth, and transformation. The predator within can propel us forward, driving us to achieve our goals, protect our loved ones, and forge our destinies.

In a world where appearances often mask the intricacies of the human soul, it becomes crucial to acknowledge the duality that resides within each of us. By embracing both our capacity for kindness and our susceptibility to darker urges, we gain a deeper understanding of ourselves and those around us. The predator lurking within can serve as a cautionary tale, a reminder of the importance of self-awareness, empathy, and the conscious choice to channel our instincts toward the betterment of ourselves and society.

Ultimately, the dichotomy of light and darkness within us mirrors the complexity of the world we inhabit. It is a testament to the richness of the human experience, the endless potential for growth, and the ever-present opportunity to shape our narratives, whether we tread the path of the predator or harness the power of our inner light.

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting its golden rays over the idyllic small town of Woodsboro. In the heart of the town, the high school's courtyard was a hub of activity, a place where friendships were forged and teenage dramas played out against the backdrop of lockers and laughter.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, the quintessential charismatic duo, leaned casually against the fountain. Their respective girlfriends, Tatum Riley and Sidney Prescott, stood nearby, laughter and conversations weaving a tapestry of youthful energy.

"Hey, ladies," Stu greeted with a grin, his bleached-blond hair catching the sunlight.

Billy's dark eyes sparkled as he echoed the sentiment, "Looking good as always."

As the quartet exchanged banter and shared glances, a figure caught their attention. Randy Meeks, known for his encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies and his perpetual enthusiasm, approached with a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. At his side was a girl who looked almost ethereal—a new face in a town where everyone knew everyone else.

"(Y/N), meet the gang," Randy said with exuberance, presenting the girl to the group.

(Y/N) stood shyly, her presence an aura of innocence and warmth. Her eyes were like open books, wide and filled with curiosity as she took in her surroundings. A white dress, loose yet gracefully hugging her figure, accentuated her delicate beauty. The boys, Billy and Stu, exchanged glances that spoke volumes—here was someone who radiated innocence and gentleness.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Tatum greeted with a friendly smile, extending a welcoming hand.

Sidney's eyes held a soft kindness as she added, "Nice to meet you."

"(Y/N)," Stu's voice was friendly, his grin never faltering.

But it was Billy who couldn't tear his gaze away. In his eyes, (Y/N) appeared as if she could do no wrong—a portrait of purity in a world where darkness often lurked. Her eyes reminded him of Bambi's, wide and open, untouched by the harsh realities of life.

"Hi," (Y/N) responded, her voice soft and sweet, as if her words were a whisper carried by the wind.

As the introductions and pleasantries continued, a sense of intrigue filled the air. The new girl was like a breath of fresh air, and the boys found themselves captivated by her presence. Billy's heart stirred, his curiosity piqued by the enigma that was (Y/N).

As the days stretched into a week, the dynamic between Billy, Stu, and (Y/N) began to evolve. To the casual observer, it seemed like the boys were constantly bothering her, popping up unexpectedly and causing her to jump with exaggerated "scares." (Y/N)'s jumpy nature only seemed to fuel their amusement, and they reveled in the opportunity to tease her.

"(Y/N), you really need to work on your reflexes," Stu teased, a wide grin playing on his lips.

Billy joined in, smirking, "Yeah, seriously, what are you so jumpy about?"

Inside, however, their thoughts took on a darker undertone. Each little expression that flickered across (Y/N)'s face was dissected in their minds, and they toyed with the idea of involving her in their sinister games. But deep down, they couldn't shake the notion that she was different, that her innocence was genuine, and that she deserved more than the fate they had planned for their victims.

One night, as they lounged around in Stu's living room, the topic of their potential victims came up, their voices hushed as they spoke of Ghostface's next target.

"You know, man, I've been thinking," Stu mused, his tone contemplative.

Billy's eyes met Stu's, curiosity gleaming within them. "About what?"

"(Y/N)," Stu replied, his voice surprisingly serious. "I mean, yeah, we've joked about her being our next victim, but... I don't know, there's something different about her."

Billy's brows furrowed in thought, his expression mirroring Stu's. "Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing. Her innocence... it's real, isn't it? I mean, it can't be faked."

Stu nodded, a somberness settling over them. "She's the only one in this school who doesn't put on a facade. I mean, just look at her. She's not trying to impress anyone or play games. She's just... herself."

As the two friends contemplated (Y/N)'s genuine nature, a decision began to crystallize within them. The idea of involving her in their deadly plans felt wrong, as if they were tainting something pure. The darkness within them seemed to clash with the light that (Y/N) exuded.

"Maybe she's the exception," Billy mused. "Maybe she deserves something better than what we had planned."

Stu's gaze was resolute. "I agree. We can't touch her. She's... untouchable."

And so, in the midst of their twisted games and hidden motives, (Y/N) emerged as a beacon of authenticity, a figure they couldn't bring themselves to tarnish. Their dark thoughts and desires were held at bay, overruled by the recognition that some innocence was too pure to be tainted.

As the days continued to unfold, the bond between Billy, Stu, and (Y/N) deepened, shaped by unspoken understanding and the realization that appearances could indeed be deceiving. In the shadows of their minds, they grappled with their own darkness while protecting the fragile light that (Y/N) represented—an innocence they couldn't bring themselves to shatter, even in the midst of their sinister games.

The bond between Billy, Stu, and (Y/N) deepened with every passing day, an unspoken connection that drew them together. As the days grew longer, they found themselves gravitating toward her house, seeking her company whenever they could. They had adopted a role of self-proclaimed bodyguards, protecting her from a danger she didn't even know was real.

"(Y/N), you seriously need to upgrade your horror movie tolerance," Stu laughed one evening, sprawled on the couch as a horror movie played on the TV screen.

"Yeah, seriously," Billy chimed in from the armchair, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Despite her jumping at some of the movie's more intense scenes, (Y/N) laughed, trying to play it off. "Hey, don't judge me. I'm just not used to all this scary stuff."

Stu grinned, an idea forming in his mind. "You know what would be fun? A horror movie marathon. We'll toughen you up."

Billy's eyes gleamed with a sinister amusement, his gaze lingering on (Y/N) as he added, "Yeah, that's a good idea. Get you ready for the real thing."

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), their intentions were far from innocent. In their twisted minds, they envisioned her as the ultimate victim—the damsel in distress they could play out their darkest fantasies with. Billy's creepy stares and Stu's vivid imagination blended seamlessly with their supposed role as protectors.

As the marathon continued, (Y/N) did her best to keep her composure, laughing off her jumps and enjoying the company of her friends. She glanced at Billy and Stu, both absorbed in the movie, their expressions revealing something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Hey, you guys aren't actually planning to scare me for real, are you?" (Y/N) quipped, a playful glint in her eye.

Billy's lips curled into a charming smile, masking his true thoughts. "Of course not, (Y/N). We're your protectors, remember?"

Stu's grin was genuine, his gaze softening as he added, "Yeah, we're not gonna let anything happen to you."

Despite the odd tension in the room, (Y/N) felt a genuine warmth emanating from them. The camaraderie they shared was precious to her, and their presence was a comfort amidst the backdrop of uncertainty.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N)'s interactions with Billy and Stu continued to deepen, their friendship a blend of innocence and darkness that seemed to mirror her own conflicted thoughts. Beneath her sweet exterior, a hidden pearl of darkness lay dormant, waiting for the right catalyst to awaken it.

One day, after school, (Y/N) found herself crossing paths with a guy from school who had treated her with disdain. His words had been sharp, his actions cruel, leaving a lingering bitterness within her. As she walked away, her fists clenched and her thoughts turned dark. Anger simmered beneath her surface, and a newfound resolve began to take hold.

That night, the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town. (Y/N) moved with a determination that belied her innocent appearance. Her actions were swift, her thoughts cold and calculated as she carried out a plan that would forever change the course of events.

The next day, news of the guy's death spread like wildfire. Whispers of foul play and shock resonated through the school corridors. Nobody suspected the innocent new girl, the one with wide eyes and a demeanor that seemed incapable of harm.

As the days turned into weeks, the incident faded into the background, but (Y/N)'s newfound darkness lingered within her. She grappled with the conflicting emotions that surged within, a duality that remained hidden from the world.

Billy and Stu watched from the shadows, unaware of (Y/N)'s secret but sensing a shift in her. They continued their roles as her protectors, the twisted bond between them growing stronger. Little did they know, they were not the only ones harboring darkness.

The trio continued to spend time together, their connection both genuine and unsettling. (Y/N)'s thoughts were a storm of conflicting desires, her actions a reflection of the hidden Pearl within her—a darkness that had tasted blood and now hungered for more.

In a town where appearances were often deceiving, (Y/N) navigated the delicate balance between innocence and darkness. The lines between right and wrong blurred as her hidden thoughts and actions remained shrouded in secrecy, while the world continued to see only the sweet, innocent new girl who could do no harm.

As (Y/N)'s dark inclinations grew, so did the trail of bodies left in her wake. The once-hidden pearl of darkness had been fully awoken, and her actions took on a chilling rhythm. Each victim was carefully chosen, their lives extinguished with a methodical precision that sent shivers down her own spine.

Billy and Stu, the twisted duo who had unknowingly played a role in (Y/N)'s descent into darkness, began to notice the change in her demeanor. Their concern grew as they realized that the one they had deemed untouchable was now capable of unspeakable acts. The irony was not lost on them—the protectors were now the ones who feared for her safety.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Billy's voice held a note of unease as he approached her one afternoon.

She smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with a hidden intensity. "Of course, Billy. I'm fine."

Stu's eyes were sharp as he added, "You seem... different lately."

(Y/N)'s laughter was almost melodic, a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to dance within her eyes. "Oh, just exploring new aspects of myself."

As the bodies continued to pile up, news of the new killer on the loose spread throughout the town. Fear and paranoia took hold, and Billy and Stu's concern for (Y/N) grew exponentially. They watched her closely, trying to discern the truth behind her smiles and the shifting shades within her gaze.

One evening, as they gathered at Stu's house, the topic of the killer came up once again. "(Y/N), have you heard about this new killer?" Stu asked, his tone casual.

She feigned innocence, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Oh, I've heard. It's terrible what's happening."

Billy's voice was strained as he pressed, "You haven't seen anything suspicious, have you?"

She met their gaze, her eyes a storm of hidden secrets. "Oh, nothing suspicious. Just a town gripped by fear."

The tension in the room was palpable, a silent recognition passing between them that (Y/N)'s dark thoughts were far more than they could have imagined. In their quest for power and control, they had inadvertently unleashed a force they couldn't fully comprehend.

As the days turned into nights, the town continued to reel from the new killer's actions. While the trail of bodies grew, (Y/N) remained a step ahead, her innocence a perfect mask for her true nature.

Billy and Stu's worry for her safety intensified, their twisted roles as protectors becoming a desperate attempt to shield her from a danger they were unaware she posed herself. In a chilling dance of fate, the lines between predator and prey blurred as (Y/N) navigated her dark path, leaving those around her to grapple with the realization that appearances could indeed be deceiving.

The tension in the air was thick as the night sky hung like a heavy curtain over the town. Billy and Stu's concern for (Y/N) had reached a fever pitch, each body that dropped heightening their anxiety. Their roles as protectors had been twisted beyond recognition, their concern evolving into a fear they dared not admit.

In the midst of their own murderous pursuits, the two boys stumbled upon a sight that shattered their perceptions. Moonlight cast an eerie glow on the scene before them—their sweet, innocent friend standing amidst the remnants of a fresh kill, her hands stained with blood.

Frozen in their tracks, Billy and Stu stared at (Y/N), their breath catching in their throats. A palpable tension hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the darkness that now bound them all together.

Stu was the first to break the silence, his voice a mixture of confusion and desperation. "What... What the hell, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N)'s gaze remained steady, her eyes holding a mix of defiance and something deeper, something that Billy and Stu struggled to grasp.

"Billy, Stu," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight that belied her innocent exterior. "I know you've been worried about me. But you don't need to be. I've always known what I am."

Billy's voice trembled as he managed to speak, but it wasn’t from fear. No, it was something else he was feeling his heart pounding in his chest. "What are you talking about, (Y/N)?"

A knowing smile tugged at the corners of (Y/N)'s lips, her eyes glinting with a chilling clarity. "Predators and prey, Billy. It's the natural order of things. Carnivores feed on herbivores. But there are also omnivores—predators that feed on both."

Stu's confusion was etched across his face as he demanded, "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/N)'s gaze turned piercing as she took a step forward, her presence exuding an aura of both danger and inevitability. "I'm an omnivore, Stu. A predator that feeds on everyone and everything. It's just the way I am."

The stand-off continued, a twisted tableau of secrets, revelations, and darkness. The boundaries between their roles as predators and protectors had blurred, leaving them all to confront a reality they had never anticipated.

Stu's hand trembled as he reached up and pulled off his Ghostface mask, his expression a mix of vulnerability and confusion. "Why, (Y/N)? Why are you doing this?"

(Y/N)'s smile was haunting, her words carrying the weight of centuries of history. "Because, Stu, it's survival of the fittest. The world is full of predators and prey, and I've chosen to be a predator."

Billy's fingers gently grazed (Y/N)'s cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes were filled with mischief as he moved her hair to the side, tucking it behind her ear. With a smirk playing on his lips, he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You enjoy that, don't you?" he said, his words dripping with anticipation. "The thrill of killing."

(Y/N) stared up at him, her Bambi-like eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. She nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. It was a dark secret she had kept hidden from the world, a part of herself she had never fully embraced until now.

Stu, having observed the exchange, stepped forward after a moment of contemplation. He moved silently, his presence sending shivers down (Y/N)'s spine. As he stood behind her, his body pressed against hers, an unexpected warmth spread through her veins.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. The embrace was both comforting and electrifying, a mix of tenderness and danger. (Y/N) found herself leaning into him, her breath catching as she surrendered to the darkness within.

Together, the trio began to explore the depths of their twisted desires. A newfound bond formed, fueled by their shared secrets and the thrill of the unknown. They reveled in the chaos they created, leaving a trail of darkness in their wake.

As the nights grew longer and their actions more audacious, (Y/N) realized she had found her true family. In Billy and Stu, she had discovered kindred spirits who understood her in ways no one else ever could.

Their connection went beyond the realm of friendship. It was a dark and wicked love, forged in blood and mayhem. They would stand together, united in their pursuit of chaos, forever entangled in each other's embrace.

And so, (Y/N) embraced her dark side fully, relishing in the exhilaration of the hunt, and finding solace in the arms of those who shared her twisted desires.

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elliespeach · 6 months

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tear you apart part three | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"you're a charmer, aren't you?" ´ˎ˗

pairing ellie wiliams x fem reader synopsis ellie owns her own vinyl store and the day you wander in changes both of your lives forever. she quickly becomes infatuated with you, desperate for your love that she believes is meant to be. when things in your life begin to spiral, ellie is there to catch you, but you'd never suspect she was the reason you fell in the first place. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: murder 😱 and stalking both cyber and in person, ellie is obsessive, manipulative, a gaslighter, a pervert lowkey, possessive and easily jealous, shes also so delusional like top tier delulu, shes based off joe goldberg so i mean put the pieces together. this is all from her perspective, most if not all of the inner monologue is ellie's thoughts about you, the italics is verbatim what she is thinking in that very moment if that makes sense. like joe, all of her actions are justified in her mind, and she doesn't see anything wrong with them. reader has a dysfunctional family. pls lmk if i am missing something! an: i cannot express enough how thankful i am for all the love for this story really it means so much. obsessive ellie nation rise once again, i come before you with this part and i hope it was worth the wait :) xoxo

watching you cry yourself to sleep on your couch made ellie’s heart throb. she wanted to be there for you, to hold you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, that she was going to make it all okay. but she knew better than to expect that you’d let her, after all, you still barely knew her. so how is it that she could lead you straight into her arms, where you belong?

it was the next day, and although your state of mind was completely shattered by the events of the previous night, ellie was wide awake, ecstatic at her new idea on how to make you all better. she would hope that your encounter with her helped you, as much as it could but she couldn’t just rely on that, ellie had to take action. she never wanted to see you in tears over someone like that again.

starting her day in the shop as normal, she filled orders, fixed a few finicky records and sold boring albums to boring souls who she wished was you. she spent the better part of the morning fantazizing about you wandering into her store yet again. needing help finding an album, or better yet just to talk to her. it hasnt even been more than twelve hours and she missed your voice already, replaying your conversation over and over in her head like her favorite movie.

while the traffic in the store died down, ellie did more research on the newly found suzanna mavis. formally known as suzanna hardwick, she grew up in a cushy home, with preppy parents who supported every endenvour she seemed to possess. her facebook was littered with photos of shuana in every aspect of her life, along with her prized possession; a baby blue mercedes benz. but, there seemed to be someone missing, her husband of twenty five years was seemingly no where to be found on her social media. when ellie searched his name alone, mr. mavis seemed to have no social media at all.

thats fine, ellie only needed suzanna.

finding out where she worked required no effort at all as it was displayed clearly on her facebook profile. she was the assistant to some shareholder, blah blah boring. but the company name was one she recongized, their office building was just a few blocks down from her store. she passed it nearly everyday on her commute to see you.

for ellie’s plan to work, she had to close the store early. it was barely noon when she found herself in the parking garage to suzanna’s building. there was a guard booth, but no guards and the garage itself was a ghost town of rich people cars. she spotted the blue mercedes, and her plan was in motion..

thanks to you so graciously and unknowingly, giving her suzanna’s personal cell phone number, she dialed and it only rang once, her preppy voice ringing in ellie’s ears. she almost felt her stomach whirling in anticipation, but the sensation quickly washed away into something more sinister. no. protective

“suzanna mavis speaking,”

ellie paced back and forth near the elevator in the garage, “hey, mrs. mavis,” she rolled her eyes at her own voice, trying to sound not like herself, “i’m one of the guards down in the parking garage, looks like someone keyed your benz this morning.”

ellie heard a loud sigh, then the distant sounds of heels clicking on the ground. “are you kidding me? you didn’t stop them?”

ellie suppressed a sigh, “i was on lunch–”

“your job is to guard our cars, if you can’t even do that–” her voice was shrill, and ellie’s patience was running low.

“ma’am, just come downstairs, the police need a statement.”

ellie heard a few curses string from the phone before the call ended, she chuckled to herself before sliding her phone into her pocket. ellie slowly walked over to the blue mercedes, examining it up close. she crouched down, removing her small switchblade and flinging it open. she almost didn’t do it, it was unnecessary really. but the image of you so broken by her made ellie’s mouth twitch. how she had smiled at you while speaking about her husband, ignoring you, leading you on, preying on you. the switchblade moved as if it had it’s own mind, scratching the car from back to front in one swift movement.

breathing out in relief, ellie heard the ding of the elevator behind her.

she watched from behind a nearby car as suzanna stepped out of the elevator, a sour puss on her face as she made her way towards her car. she groaned when she saw the long, deep slice into the side of the car. ellie pulled up her handkerchief over her nose and while suzanna was busy inspecting her car, ellie pounced.

she had a hand covering suzanna’s mouth, her switchblade pressed against her neck with the other. suzanna thrashed in her arms but ellie held her ground, “shh, shh!” ellie hissed in her ear, whisking her around and pinning her to her own car. “i’m not going to kill you, shut up–”

ellie kept the switchblade at her throat, quickly looking around. with the coast clear, she slowly removed her hand from suzanna’s mouth. “take my money, please i don’t–”

“i don’t want that either,” ellie looked suzanna up and down. her? you’re losing your mind over her? “i want you to speed up your big family move to california. leave tomorrow.”

suzanna’s eye furrowed as if she was confused, “w-what?”

“you’re moving to california at the end of the summer, are you not?” ellie’s paitence was growing thinner by the second, and the switchblade was pressed into her neck so deep any movement would draw blood.

suzanna was shaking underneath ellie, and as she spoke her voice was weak, “what? my family was never moving to california, please i’ll give you anything!”

shauna lied? why the hell would she lie about that?

“go anyway. leave the city.” leave you alone.

“i can’t just pick up my whole family and move to another state, we-we have a life here.” suzanna was trembling now, her voice shaking just as much as her legs.

well, if you won’t leave on your own. “i really didn’t want to have to kill you,” ellie said casually, almost annoyed. she moved quickly, snatching a clump of suzanna’s hair in her hand and whipping her around. ellie barely blinked as she slammed suzanna’s face into the baby blue mersedes. once. harder. twice. harder. three times. even harder. four times. as hard as physically possible. blood stained the blue on the car, and suzanna’s body fell to the ground as ellie let go. limp. dead.

out of your life.

– later that day

ellie realized she had fucked up big time when she got back to the store.

the night she saved you, she shouldve given you her number. she had no way to check up on you, to make sure you were okay with the news to come. she would have to go back to her tried and true; “accidentally” running into you. before she could see online which bar you and your friends would overdrink at tonight, ellie found you standing outside her store. you came all this way to see me.

“hi ellie,” you smiled brightly, illuminated by neon red sign on her store. you must not know yet. poor baby.

“hey stranger,” ellie kept her voice calm, but she hoped that her bodys reaction to seeing you wasn’t visible. she could feel her face grow hot, and she did her best to hide it by keeping her back to you as she locked the stores door. she could smell your sweet perfume from here, and she cleared her throat before speaking again, turning to face you now that the redness in her face had diminished, “if you’re here for a vinyl, i’ll ring you up still–”

“no, no, i came to see you.” you replied shyly, quickly glancing at your feet before meeting her gaze again with your soft eyes. while you had glanced away, ellie took you all in. she admired the dedication you put into your outfits, and she liked to believe you picked this one out just for her.

“oh?” was all ellie could say. she was busy imagining you standing in front of your mirror, trying on a thousand different outfits. ellie would’ve loved every single one of them regardless, as long as they are on you. she thought about you doing your makeup all pretty, how long that must take. detailing your face for hours, just for me.

“yeah. i wanted to see if you’d like to get drinks with me tonight?”

oh.

her eyes widened, never did she think that you’d ask her out. she wanted to be the one to wisk you away for a perfect date that you deserved. but ellie would settle for drinks for now, until she finally could take you on a real date. she composed herself, remaining casual. as casual as she could be. “yeah, i’d love that. we could go now, i’m done with the store for today.”

“yeah, let’s go,” you flashed another smile at ellie, which she returned. it was like the universe was rewarding her for her good deed. you coming to see her, to ask her out. it seemed like everything was falling perfectly into place. now that suzanna was gone.

ellie had been racking her brain all day about what suzanna had told her. that there was never any intention to move at all. that shauna had lied, for what? a reaction? why would she even want that kind of reaction out of you in the first place?

what was shauna hiding?

“so, why’re you in new york? are you from here?” ellie inquired, for no other reason that to hear you talk. you’re here for your art.

“not from here, i moved here to hopefully make a name for myself as an artist. what about you?” ellie didn’t want to talk about herself, not when you were so lovely. but you were asking about her, and she couldn’t say no to you if she tried.

“i moved here a few years ago,” ellie revealed, but immediately diverted the conversation back to you. “you’re an artist? well, now i have to see a piece of yours.” ellie’s looked through your instagram enough, she’s seen every one a million times already.

you laughed, looking away sheepishly. “i’m no picasso,”

“no, but you’re you. so, they can’t be that bad, can they?”

again, you blushed, giving ellie a shy smile. “you’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

“i try, what can i say.” ellie shrugged, and you pointed out the bar to her.

she held the door open for you, the music already defenening her ears. it wasn’t a regular bar where you could sit and talk, it was a dancing bar. the bass in the speakers rumbled at her feet, sending shock waves up her spine. this wasn’t ellie’s crowd by a mile, but you looked back at her with the face of an angel and grabbed her hand softly to lead her towards the bar. ellie wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as you were here.

reaching the bar, you asked for four green tea shots, two each. “yuck, green tea shots?” ellie teased, basically yelling over the music. this time ellie wasn’t worried if you wanted to over indulge, this time she could watch over you for real. and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake your friends made.

you leaned into her so that you could speak into her ear, and ellie’s heart fluttered in her chest. you were close, very close. the top you were wearing exposed the entirety of your upper torso and she found it hard not to stare. “yes, green tea shots! keep up, ellie.” you laughed, pushing two of the shots to her that bartender left on the counter.

ellie picked one of them up, holding it out for you to cheer to with your own, “i’ll do my best,” she responded, looking into your shimmering eyes. the things i do for you. you tapped her shot glass, and you both took down the shot with ease, although ellie’s grimaced face told you that she did not like shots, but she picked up the second one before you.

her grimace didn’t go away with the second one, it actually went down worse for ellie. but it seemed her reaction made you laugh, and ellie was okay with the burning in her throat. before she could recover from the back to back shots, you took her hand again. the same electricity as before stirred inside of her at your touch and she barely noticed you brought her out to the middle of the dance floor, people on all sides dancing to the beat of the very loud music, that seemed to only get louder.

but you started to sway your hips to the beat.

and ellie’s breath caught in her throat.

she realized way too late that she hadn’t eaten today, and those shots were already starting to make her head feel fuzzy. and now here you were in front of her, moving your body in ways that ellie had only dreamed of witnessing firsthand. literally.

with the alcohol swiftly entering her system with every second that went by, she started to move to the music with you. only a minute went by before her hands were planted on your hips, unable to stop herself before doing so. though, you didn’t seem to mind, if anything it looked like you had closed the remaining gap between the two of you. not ellie.

with your bodies touching with every movement, and ellie’s hands on your hips, it became very intimate. very fast. ellie’s mind was no longer racing at the thought of you being this close to her, instead, it felt like it ignited something inside of her. between the sensual music blaring, the alcohol and most imporantly your chest brushing against ellie’s own every chance it got, she was losing control over herself.

finally, ellie removed a hand from your hip, bringing it up to your cheek. she held it there for a second, looking into your eyes as she did. you stared back with the same intensity and ellie knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop herself. she watched as you glanced down to her lips, you saw the makings of a smirk before her lips were on yours.

for a second, ellie thought she was going to wake up. that this had been a dream somehow, she’s had a similar one before with you in it, but when she felt your hands lightly tugging on her hair she knew she couldn’t be fake. ellie pulled you closer, the people around you both be damned, she just wanted more of you. her hands were now wrapped around you, resting on your lower back while your tongue slipped into her mouth.

ellie groaned. which you shouldn’t have been able to hear, but you felt the vibration on your lips. ellie didn’t care anyway, not when your body was pressed against hers and she could feel very inch of you.

ellie was no where near finished, but you had pulled away. the music was no longer muffled in her ears, and she was desperately clinging to the sensation you left on her lips. but your attention had been moved to your phone.

“sorry, i could feel it buzzing non-stop in my pocket. my friend’s calling me, can we go outside?”

shit. shit. shit. shit. “yeah, no problem,” big problem. big big problem.

ellie followed you outside, preparing herself for the worst. as the night air slapped ellie in the face, her thoughts became more clear. i kissed you. you kissed me back.

you put the phone to your ear, and ellie made herself busy by pretending to look at her own phone, scrolling through her settings.

“hey shauna, sorry i didn’t see your calls, i’m on a da– what?” your voice, that had been caring a rather happy tone turned cold, and undeniably shocked.

“do they know who did it?” you asked, turning away from ellie and slowly pacing as you listened to whatever shuana was saying. you nodded your head a few times before speaking again, “do you want me to come over?” your voice started to shake, and for a second ellie regretted her decision. this will be good for you. in time you’ll realize she was no good for you.

“okay…if you need anything, i mean anything shuana, please call me.”

ellie looked up from her phone, an eyebrow raised slightly. “everything okay?” she chirped, sliding her phone into her pocket. you turned around, those beautiful shimmering eyes glistening with tears. “hey, whats wrong?” ellie moved closer, her tone soft and welcoming.

“my best friends mom was just murdered,” you managed to choke out, and before you could say more, ellie’s arms were wrapped around you tightly. she knew you’d hurt for a while, and that was okay. she would be kind of weirded out if you weren’t, but with time she knew you’d be better. you’d both be better with each other. your face was buried in ellie’s neck with tears marking her shirt while she rubbed your back slowly.

ellie was calming you the best she could, whispering a soft ‘it’ll be okay’ every few seconds that you remained in the crook of her neck.

you spoke against her skin softly, your voice sounding weak and defeated, “can you walk me home, ellie? please?”

“of course,” she kissed the top of your head, not letting you out of the hug until you pulled back. you locked your arms around hers, using her for support as she walked you home.

ellie had to remind herself to ask you how to get there, after already taking one right turn by accident she was scared you’d question why. but obviously your mind was elsewhere.

ellie knew her night with you was over, that she would remeince on your shared kiss for days to come until you felt well enough to see her again. to kiss me again. the walk was silent, not an uncomfortable silent but a shared understanding that the mood was low, and ellie was content just being with you, she didn’t need to talk. she was prepared to walk you all the way up to your door, and tell you to call her if you needed anything but when she stopped at the main door to your apartment, you looked back at her with doefully sad eyes.

“can you stay with me?”

can you stay with me. rang in her ears like a song. don’t smile. dont fucking smile.

“yeah, i’ll stay with you.”

you brought her inside, and ellie looked around like she had never been here before. the apartment was dark, and you didn’t go to turn on any of the lights. instead, ellie followed you into your room, choosing to ignore the mess that was your apartment. she decided to focus on you, and when you sunk into your bed, ellie was next to you in a heart beat.

she didn’t move to cuddle you, fearing she would be over stepping. im in your bed. and youre in it too. like a kid on christmas morning, but your soft crying brought her back down to reality. you shifted, bringing your body up against ellie’s for the second time tonight, resting your head on her shoulder with an arm draped over her. ellie wanted to hold her breath, scared you’d move at the slightest movement from her but you were leaning on her for comfort. her whole plan was to comfort you back to normal.

her hand moved to your back, and the slow circles she rubbed lulled you to sleep. but ellie was still wide awake.

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Arranged marriage with princebur headcanons?

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Arranged Marriage With Princebur

Princebur x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex

OMGGGGG ✨ anon yes! Where have arranged marriage headcannons been my entire life? Apologies if you didn’t want this one NSFW… but I couldn’t help myself :’) nothing like an arranged marriage where they both realize they’ve fallen for each other <3

Headcannons below cut!

~When your parents informed you that they were marrying you off to a prince, you were… less than pleased.

~You had coffee with him and his parents shortly after finding out, and he seemed nice enough. A little arrogant, but God was he handsome. His parents were hospitable but not very friendly, commenting on how lovely it would be to finally have grandchildren.

~Not only was it bad enough that you were expected to sleep with this guy, but his parents talked about you like a vessel for babies. Not like a daughter in law. However, glancing again at his refined features, sharp jawline, and chestnut curls… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

~The wedding was, to be expected, over the top.

~Obviously, Wilbur’s parents were filthy rich, throwing money at a lavish party for their only son and heir to the throne.

~The wedding night was slightly awkward, though.

~The castle was lovely, expensive gifts all over the room from Wilbur’s parents and other relatives. Diamond necklaces and silk floor-length gowns, were fine, but worst of all… so many baby clothes.

~Wilbur was sitting silently on the bed in your new bedroom (thank God it was a king sized bed), tie loosened around his neck.

~”I’m sorry,” were the first two words out of his mouth.

~Not quite how you’d expect to be greeted by your new husband.

~”What are you sorry about?” You’d softly ask, sitting on the bed next to him.

~”How you’ve been forced into this life, with a man you barely know, expected to pop out some new heirs,” he’d sigh, giving you a sympathetic look with his deep brown eyes. “I don’t even like this life. I don’t want to lead the country, be a father, or any of this shit. And now I’ve dragged another person into this hell.”

~You’d silently mull over these words for a moment.

~”At least, we’re on the same page,” you’d offer, hesitating before putting your hand on his.

~Wilbur visibly relaxed.

~“My mom gave you that nightgown, didn’t she?” He says, running his eyes over the lace fabric, stopping just before it scoops down to an enticing cleavage. “She’s really not kidding about the babies.”

~You’d awkwardly nod, looking down at your clasped hands.

~Wilbur would crack a smile. “It looks really pretty on you.”

~”T-thank you,” you’d reply, blushing a little. “Well, it’s been a long day, you ready for bed?”

~He’d nod, slowly. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

~The wedding night. Fuck.

~You figured it would be something to get over and done with, hoping you’d just have to do it once and live with your husband like roommates for the rest of your life.

~But oh, lord, did you underestimate things.

~Feeling him between your thighs, your two bodies becoming one was such a new feeling, but so welcomed, warm pleasure spreading out from your core.

~You couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not, but the noises he was making… soft sighs and gasps, enough to make you groan.

~The pleasure turned into more after awhile, turning into an ever-tightening spiral…

~And the spiral snapped, sending you to heaven on the waves of pleasure radiating from the apex of your thighs, letting out a tiny moan as it faded out.

~Suddenly, you felt your inner thighs wet as he whined, pressing his face into the pillows.

~You would silently clean up next to each other, slipping back into pajamas before awkwardly turning out the light and falling asleep, a whisper away from each other.

…part 2?

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lonelywitchv2 · 1 year

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Through the window

James and his friends find themselves receiving a nasty surprise the night his best friend gets home.

major AU where Regulus isn’t muggle-phobic/a blood supremacist, Regulus isn’t a death-eater (just stuck at home because he doesn’t know how to leave), Regulus is going to magically be the same age as the marauders and the reader (18), takes place after 7th year (all of the characters are 18+), the wizarding war isn’t mentioned in the story, and the marauders don’t automatically join the OOTP as soon as they graduate (explanation for why they’re just chilling at home after graduation). Also, James’ feelings could definitely be interpreted as him being jealous and liking the reader, although that wasn’t necessarily my intent so feel free to imagine them as super close best friends and James just letting his inner teenage boy get the better of him.

cw: unintentional (on regulus and the reader's part) forbidden romance, small mentions of abuse (Black family household), an allusion to smut with some not-entirely-explicit-leading-up details, kind of lied on the last one (brief mentions of some smut lol), me accidentally forgetting about Peter so he’s just at home/on vacation or whatever, the other 3 marauders being little creepers and lowkey pervs to the reader, making out, underage drinking, neglectful parents, she/her pronouns

internally crying a little bc there are so many aspects to the AU and cw

yeah so this is pretty dumb but i kinda just thought of the idea and rolled with it...

to my anon: i saw that you enjoyed the forbidden romance trope so here's another. albeit, this work is lighter on the trope and not necessarily romance (if u didn't catch that based on the description) but i might do a part 2 where it evolves into a romance. ig we'll see!! <3

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James had known you his whole life. You were next-door neighbors and, although you and your family were muggles, you had grown up as childhood best friends. As far as you were concerned, James went to some fancy private school in Scotland while your parents, who were rather rich, sent you off to boarding school in France. James wasn’t the biggest fan of your parents if he was being honest. They never really cared about what you did, only sending you off to an entirely different country and forgetting you existed until you arrived home for the holidays. Even then, you would mostly end up spending the majority of your free days at the Potter house.

The moment you arrived home from France for your summer vacation, you sprinted out of your parents’ car (not that they cared) and ran to the home of the Potter family. Before you could even knock, James sprung open the door and engulfed you in a hug.

“I missed you,” James muttered into your shoulder, still squeezing you.

“I missed you too, Jamie,” You responded with a smile, ruffling his curly hair. You looked over James’ shoulder and spied the tall frame of Remus and the (slightly shorter) frame of Sirius.

“Is that Remus and Sirius I see?” You teased jokingly, pulling away from James’ hug, albeit not without some resistance from the boy, to hug the other two boys and place kisses on each of their cheeks.

“The French are rubbing off on you a bit too much, mademoiselle,” Sirius said charmingly.

“You can only resist the charm of the French for so long, Sirius, it’s harder than you’d think when the boys over there look as lovely as they do,” You said with a cheeky grin as you turned to Remus, “almost as charming as Mr. Lupin here.”

You pulled Remus into another hug, whispering in his ear as you squeezed his shoulders.

“Although you still have yet to beat the lovely ladies over there.”

Remus only chuckled as you stepped away from the embrace and sent him a wink.

James sent a questioning look to Remus, who only shook his head, before scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

“My mother has been dying to see you, she’s brought you up in just about every conversation we’ve had since I arrived home,” James said, carrying you into the kitchen where Euphemia was arranging daisies from the field out back behind their house.

“Oh, darling- James put her down before you drop her on her head! If it isn’t my favorite child,” Euphemia said with a wide smile as she pulled you into a warm hug, “It feels as though it's been forever- you look as beautiful as ever.”

“Thank you, Euphemia, it’s so lovely to see you, I’ve missed you more than Jamie,” You responded teasingly, throwing a smile at the already pouting boy.

The five of them, soon joined by Fleamont, sat around the table enjoying pastries, which Euphemia had baked and you had brought from France, and tea as you told them all about France and James, Sirius, and Remus told everyone (muggle-friendly) stories about all the mischief they had gotten into at school.

Hours passed and the sun began to set as you said your goodbyes, promising to come back in the morning to enjoy breakfast with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? You know there’s always an extra seat for you,” Euphemia asked, reminding you of the offer that has stood for years.

“Thank you, Euphemia, but I ought to head home, I still have to unpack and get settled back in. I’ll see you in the morning, thank you for having me over,” You called as James walked her to the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I mean are your parents even making dinner?” James asked, concern etched across his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll see you in the morning, Jamie,” You thanked, pressing a kiss on each side of James’ frowning face, “I swear, it’s okay. Now go do some stupid shit with Remus and Sirius.”

James smiled, “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

Later that night, James, Sirius, and Remus observed the dark window leading to your room, which was directly across from James’.

“Do you think she’s asleep?” James asked.

“Dunno, mate, it seems a bit early,” Sirius muttered.

“She just got back from France, she’s probably exhausted, Sirius,” Remus pointed out.

The three boys sat in silence for a while, continuing to watch the manor, void of any light within the house. The darkness was soon broken when a taxi pulled up to the house, shining its headlights onto the street in front of it. They watched as you, looking rather drunk, climbed out of the cab, along with a dark figure whose face they couldn’t see, and paid the driver. You waved the car off and it drove away, leaving the only source of illumination to be the glow of two lights on either side of the door to the house. The boys watched as you grabbed the hand of the figure, walked up to the front door, unlocked the door, and entered the house.

After waiting for a few minutes, all of which were spent whispering about the situation to each other, a dim lamp in your room flickered on and the attention of the marauders was turned back to the house. They watched as you and the figure walked in view of the window, which, in turn, made the two of you visible to the boys, who sat huddled together as you grasped the collar of the mystery person and pulled their head down to meet your lips in a sensual, drunken kiss, your hands entangling themselves in the curly hair of the still unknown person as their hands traveled up and down your body, grazing over your shoulders, back, hips, and ass. Your hands moved down to lift the shirt off of the person, the two breaking their kiss and light finally shining onto the face of your hookup.

“Holy shit.”

“Sirius is that-”

“Regulus? I think so.”

“Oh my Godric,” James muttered, gagging slightly at the image of one of his best friends swapping spit with Regulus Black, of all people. He glanced back at the window to see you now topless and Regulus groping at your breasts eagerly.

“This is so wrong,” Remus muttered, glancing over at his two friends.

“Which part? That my best friend, since I was two, is making out with Sirius’ brother- a Slytherin- or the fact that we’re watching it?!” James exclaimed.

“Both- dear Godric, we look like fucking pervs,” Remus muttered, shamefully glancing back at the window as both of your nude bodies moved back until you fell onto your bed, Regulus underneath you and you straddling his hips.

“Look at us, Rem- we’re camped at James’ window watching two people, that we know, getting it on! Shut the curtains,” Sirius exclaimed.

James stood up, reaching for the curtains before sparing one last glance at your window, eyeing your naked body rocking on Regulus’ with your head tossed back and his hands on your waist.

“I can’t believe it,” James muttered slumping onto his bed.

“It’s so fucking nasty- if I could, I would pay my entire lost inheritance to get rid of that image- don’t get me wrong, and sorry Prongs, she’s smokin’ hot, but with Regulus? Hell no,” Sirius complained.

“Padfoot-“ James whined, turning to face his friend, a disgruntled look on his face.

“Imagine what the rest of the Black family would say if they knew Regulus was…-” Sirius interrupted, pausing in disgust as the thought sunk into his mind.

“Having sex?” Remus continued for him.

“With a muggle. He’d be disowned faster than me,” Sirius muttered as his dark hair, which was very similar to Regulus’, hung over his face.

“Can we stop talking about my best friend fucking your brother, Sirius? It’s grossing me out more than I already am from seeing it,” James groaned from his bed, which was right next to the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I need to go to bed before I vomit,” Sirius responded, climbing into one of the beds Mr. And Mrs. Potter had set up in advance of him and Remus staying for the summer.

The three boys muttered goodnights to each other, the rustling of sheets settling into a summer night's silence.

It didn’t take long for Remus and Sirius to be passed out on their respective beds, however, James was unable to sleep and remained lying on his bed. As he stared at the ceiling fan, he felt the itch to peek through the window and see if Regulus had left. Climbing out of bed, James glanced over at the sleeping bodies of his friends before pulling back the curtains just enough to see into your window, where he observed your nude form lying on Regulus Black’s chest, your sleeping face barely visible with the light of the moon shining through your window.

Regulus definitely hadn’t left.

Shamefully, James shut the curtains once more and returned to his bed, allowing the darkness of sleep to claim his confused, perverted mind.

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MY FILMS - ADULT FAME DR

REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍

masterlist - main masterlist

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BEAUTY OF THE BEAST

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LITTLE WOMEN

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KNIVES OUT

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THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO

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his-heart-hymns · 2 months

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The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.

-Nizar Qabani

One thing I have noticed is that media, some toxic influencers, meme creators, uncles, and yes unfortunately even aunties of our society are trying to push a false narrative that the majority of modern-day girls/women are gold diggers. They are trying to create an image of women that she only cares for money and nothing else.

This is utterly nonsense. After taking care of her needs, all she needs is genuine love and care.

She needs you to understand her because no one has ever tried to.Pulling her close and putting your arms around her when she is walking in a crowd. She wants you to take her goals and her plans seriously and to believe in her. She wants someone with whom she could share anything without the fear of being judged. She wants someone with whom she can play, someone with whom her inner child comes out. She needs warm hugs on cold nights, some forehead kisses, and caressing when she is feeling down.At the end of the day, all she needs is hope, and that is all you have to provide her.

And trust me boys this is the TRUE masculinity, not what you are being indoctrinated with.

And one thing I want to make clear is that I am not trying to woo and impress anyone here with all my talks/posts. I genuinely want to bring a change. I'd be happy even if 3-4 people change their perspective after reading this.

Would like to end this with a beautiful urdu couplet by Allama Iqbal:

Wajood-E-Zan se Hai Tasweer-E-Kainat mein Rang:

Isi Ke Saaz se hai Zindagi Ka Soz-e-Daroo

(It is the existence of WOMAN that gives the Universe its Colors She is the leading instrument in the grand Orchestra of Life itself)

#Wanted to post this on Women's Day but was busy with some personal problems.#desiblr #women's day #desi tumblr #women #girls #desi aesthetic #desi academia #quotes #desi people #literary quotes #literature #urdu lines #urdu poetry #desi girl

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books · 8 months

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Writing Workshop Week 2: Paying Attention

Welcome back, writers of tumblr! I’ve loved reading your prompt fills for Week 1 and answering your insightful questions, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with for this next prompt.

Last week we talked about the things we love, the things we go and retrieve, that we can hold in our hands. This week we’re talking about loving the things that find us, the parts of the world that come into our gaze by happenstance. In other words, the anatomic matter of all art: observation.

Observation relies on attention, and our ability to attend relies on circumstance. It’s impossible to pay attention to everything at once, so the mind selects what to notice and what to ignore. Sometimes we attribute conclusions to our observations and move into perception. I think as children we make great observers, but when we grow up and gather enough experiences, we fall into the trap of mundanity. Things we’ve seen before and that we’ll see again, so they’re not worthy of note—eating breakfast, putting on your shoes, going to a restaurant and telling the host how many people are in your party.

The art of noticing, of curating all the rich details of life, is a fight against mundanity. To do that, you have to carry your inner child around with you, pointing things out that you’ve seen a hundred times before and allowing yourself to witness them with new eyes. As writers, newness is a skill we can always improve.

Airports are one way I practice newness. If I have to choose between a one-hour layover and a six-hour layover, I’ll always choose the latter. There’s no mundanity in airports. Aside from employees and people who travel frequently for business, everyone is doing something outside of their usual routine, and it’s so much easier to soak up the minutiae that we otherwise miss when we’re walking our usual daily paths.

On Love

Someone once told me, “Love is paying attention.” The person who told me this was an artist and her subject was her family. Portraiture of the people she loved was the closest attention she could offer. And I agree—you naturally attend to that which you love. When you love a person, you pay attention to the clothes they wear, the tenor of their laugh, their mannerisms, the things they carry in their purse or pockets. But I think it can also be expanded: the more attention you pay to yourself, the more you love yourself. The more attention you pay to the world, the more you love the world. This idea can be a two-way street: love will direct your attention; attention will lead you to love. In other words, if you practice paying attention, you will come to love things more than you already do.

A quick note about neurodivergence: some people attend to the world differently than others, in different patterns and with different guiding forces. Some people have the ability to shift attention quickly, and some slowly. Some people have more control over their attention than others. Some people attend more closely to certain senses (like hearing or feeling) than others. Wherever you’re at, whatever is driving your ability to notice, use it as a strength. There is no mode of observation that is inherently better or worse than another.

Many writers struggle with motivation to write. I have come to reluctantly agree that there is some discipline necessary in being a writer. I don’t believe in “butt in chair every day” mentality, but I do think any skill requires a patterned dedication no matter what your practice looks like. A self-promise. That promise is much more easily kept if you focus on love.

I don’t mean writing love stories (although that’s often what motivates me). I mean sincerely meditating on what love means to you. What you love, who you love. I’ve participated in so many generative workshops and there’s always a moment I receive a prompt and go, “I have no idea what to write about.” And then I ask myself, “What do I love?” Many things come to me, both big and small, abstract and concrete. I love my family and friends. I love to travel. I love holding a book in my hands and the satisfaction of turning its pages. I love parts of myself and I don’t love others, and this is something I’m working on.

When you ask the question, “What do I write about?” the answer can always be love. When I ask my students to write about what they love, some of them write about their relationships—the joy of a present relationship or the ache of a past one. They write about their hobbies and friends and interests. Once I had a boy write twenty pages of poetry about frogs. Some people write about passion that toes the edge of love and hate. Love is not always good. Love can be destructive. It can motivate people to cruelty; it can distort perception. Love can be complicated and weird. Love can lead to regret. But love is a strong feeling, and strong feelings drive creativity.

On Sharing

I think sharing the things you notice, the way you see the world, is an act of love. Carrying around your inner child to show them what they’ve never seen is a way to nourish yourself, replenish what you expend. You can apply this to any aspect of writing you want to work on. If you want to set a story where you live, you can go around your city pretending you’re showing it to someone who’s never been there. If you want to develop your characters, pretend you’re about to introduce a close friend to someone else, and you know they’re going to get along once they meet. If you want to better explore your themes, pretend you’re talking to someone who has no concept at all of your worldview, who maybe has an opposing worldview but is interested in learning yours.

People, especially writers, can be so afraid to put themselves into the world. To see and be seen. But when you begin to view sharing as an act of love, it becomes easier to listen, to bear witness and say, “Thank you for sharing that with me.” And when you say that enough to others, it also becomes easier to share yourself, in hopes that you’ll be met with gratitude.

Prompt time!

What I’d like you to do today—or tomorrow, if it’s late—is to notice three things. Three seemingly insignificant details, things you would otherwise forget or maybe not even see (or feel, hear, etc.). Bonus points if you write them down in a notebook, but the notes app on your phone will do.

Even if you don’t want to do it, simply by virtue of reading this, I think you’ll begin noticing things. If you’re a very observant person with a good working memory, maybe you can think of three things you observed earlier, and maybe that’s effortless for you. If this is you, your task is to write not just three observations, but three paragraphs of observation throughout the day.

Here’s an example: I am at this aesthetically pleasing coffee shop but I’m concentrating on the flimsy paper menu fluttering beneath a fan, held down with a ceramic plate. The tapping sound of my sister’s acrylic nails on her MacBook. My own self-consciousness that everyone has a better sense of style than I do. One of the baristas is a young man who looks like an ex of mine, and I’m wondering where that ex is, if his hairline has fully receded, if he still works at FedEx, if he ever married that nice veterinarian’s assistant who was way too good for him and always wore tye-dyed t-shirts for some reason, and I honestly liked her a lot, she seemed like a genuinely good person, and he knew it too and that was why he treated her well, so why had he treated me so poorly?

And now I have a narrative question: Why do people hurt some loved ones and not others? What is it about the chemistry two people make that causes this to happen? The only way to answer these questions is to either live it all again and take notes—and I’ve had too much therapy for that—or write a story about characters navigating this chasm I’ve found in my understanding of being human. And I got all that from sitting here on this uncomfortable stool in this nondescript coffee shop, hanging out with my sister on a Friday afternoon.

I recommend taking an entire day to find your three things. You’ll find many more than three, but for the purpose of this activity, I think focusing on the three most interesting or compelling ones is best. Once you have your three things I’d like you to work them all into a piece of writing. Here are some ways you can approach this:

If you want to write nonfiction, write about your day, focusing on building around your three things to eventually pull a story out of them, the way I did above. Follow the associations and memories that arrive to you.

If you want to write fiction, write those three details into a new story or the world of your current work in progress. If you’re not sure how, make the first your inciting incident, put the second in the middle of the story, and end the piece with the third.

If you want to write poetry, make a poem of your three observations, and note what happens to the meaning when you squeeze three disparate observations together.

If you want to do something experimental, convey your three things with a stylistic constraint of your choice. For example, write only in sentence fragments (by that I mean, no verbs).

A quick caveat: You might be thinking, but Betts, I write science fiction (or fantasy, horror, etc.) and so nothing in reality is of relevance to me. I would argue that everything you perceive in reality can be applied to all things that are created. You think they don’t have pretentious coffee shops in space? Well, maybe not. And definitely not in a magical version of medieval Europe. But there might be something akin to a nondescript strip mall in Midwest America with cracked asphalt, half abandoned, with some kind of sketchy dentist or urgent care in it and a vape shop. Every place, even places that don’t exist, possess some realistic texture, and when you render these images, that space becomes real to the reader. You could argue, even, that the goal of genre fiction is the highest possible suspension of disbelief. And the only way to do that is to make the world you build feel as lived-in as reality.

Questions? Ask ‘em here before EOD Tuesday so @bettsfic can answer them on Wednesday. And remember to tag your work #tumblr writing workshop with betts if you want her to read your work and possibly feature it on Friday!

And, for those just joining us: @bettsfic is running a writing workshop on @books this month. Want to know more? Start here.

#tumblr writing workshop with betts #writers' room #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing advice #week 2: paying attention #long post #long text post

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acourtofthought · 9 months

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Adding to that post you made about Elain being devastatingly beautiful and Lucien being so heavily scarred. I can’t help but think that his appearance also plays a part in why he isn’t approaching Elain. He thinks she’s the most beautiful female he has ever seen and he is basically at the lowest point in his life (essentially homeless, courtless, no family, no title, I don’t know about Lucien’s finances but I mean he’s certainly no high lord). And added to that is his physical appearance. Not only does he look more fae than Azriel for example (Azriel could pass for a human without his wings), he is also a fae surrounded by perfect beauty with a facial scar and likely other scars across his back etc. When he exclaims “to accept a life shackled to me” I think he really must think that he has nothing to offer Elain, especially compared to her human life and the life that was promised to her, being a lady in a traditional rich human family. And she also expressed that she blames him for how she ended up in the cauldron. It’s interesting to me that Lucien doesn’t say that he didn’t know about that, he doesn’t deflect. I really hope we get to see all this inner turmoil going on whenever we get to be inside Lucien’s head.

I wonder how Elain will treat this insecurity if it’s ever discussed. I think their story could be a version of Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Hephaestus is the only disfigured god of Olympus and he is married to Aphrodite (through arranged marriage) who cheats on him with Ares, the god of war. The myth usually depicts Hephaestus as a cruel punisher which I don’t think would happen in ACOTAR, but I think that starting point is interesting, Elain sort of betraying the mating bond with Azriel which might prompt Lucien to distance himself, it could also probably lead towards a more pronounced insecurity about his looks, seeing as Azriel is the prettiest bat boy. I just don’t think Lucien would go the Hephaestus route and shame Elain lol he really isn’t the type.

(Side note: there’s no way he isn’t aware of at least part of that whole necklace incident, he was in the house, I always felt like Rhys stepped in to prevent any conflict lol)

You made an excellent point and while I always used the line, "to accept a life shackled to me?" as a comparison to other SJM endgame couples, I never thought about what he was actually saying. If Lucien suspects that Beron might not be his father, then that means he doesn't truly know who his father is. Sure he might have used light to break free of Hyberns chains but he tells Feyre his friend in Dawn has light powers so there's a chance he thinks his real father is from Dawn (and not necessarily someone of power). Maybe he suspects Day but again, that could be anyone. So not only is it possible he's not even the 7th son of the High Lord of Autumn (already considered worthless because of that fact) but he isn't sure of where he actually comes from. He doesn't have a true home where he belongs, he knows he's unwanted by Beron, possibly thinks he was unwanted by his real father (if he suspects that's not Beron) and he is disfigured. He probably wonders exactly what he can offer Elain. Elain who is the most beautiful female he'd ever seen who lives in a place with her sisters, as well as Rhys and the IC who are the kind of family Lucien once hoped to have, in a city Lucien admits to finding beautiful. Really, the only thing Lucien can offer her right now is the chance to get to know one another and maybe his love as a result. That's something he once offered to Jesminda and we know how that turned out for him. His love alone was not enough to keep her safe. In ACOMAF he says to Feyre, "isn't that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their life?" I'm guessing he doesn't entirely believe that but if there is a small part of him that thinks that's what he should be offering to someone and realizes it's not something he can provide considering he's adrift and very aware of his scars, then feeling like Elain would be shackled to him makes a lot of sense. That he feels unworthy to give her the life she deserves. I can see the similarities in the storyline with the Greek Gods that you mentioned! Though as SJM likes give things a happy ending twist, I agree that Lucien isn't going to turn around and punish Az or Elain. He might get the chance to prove everyone wrong but it's not going to be with some intentional vendetta.

I do think it's possible Lucien is aware of what happened on Solstice and if so, that seems to be in line with all the mated males she's written about in ACOTAR. Rhys knew Feyre was with Tamlin and going to marry Tamlin yet he had to tamp down the emotions he was feeling to let her. Cassian knew Nesta was sleeping with other males and tried to convince himself it didn't matter. So Lucien being aware of Elain and Az but standing down to allow her the freedom to do what she needs to do is exactly in line with Rhys and Cassian. I loved your ask though it simultaneously broke my heart for everything Lucien must be feeling right now. I can't wait for his POV.

#elucien #pro lucien vanserra

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SATSUKI KIRYUIN

CW: KLK spoilers, mention of: compulsory heterosexuality, physical & emotional violence, s-xual trauma, CSA, SA, r-pe (for the sake of better background and context about this anime & about Satsuki story)

About her character and why she is stone femme headcanon for me.

SATSUKI

This character does not have this cold, strong but sharp and fierce appearance as a random addition of traits just for the sake of fanservice. Her physical appearance and her personality traits are polished and calculated, yet she is pretty vulnerable on the inside and has a huge and rich inner world. She is acutely smart, a powerful strategist, a good and strong leader with the kindest heart I've ever seen in a character apparently so cold, stubborn or even despotic. But we have to keep in mind her upbringing and that she did what she had to do in order to survive because her main goal was to save the world and protect her closest friends. She wanted to free them as well as she wanted to free herself. But... from what?

SATSUKI'S PLOT

about her plans, goals and what Ryuko meant to her

Satsuki had such important goals: she wanted to free humanity (and herself) from the biofibers and the tyranny of her own mother, who was working with them to subjugate all the people on Earth, but she also craved to avenge her father and sister for what Ragyo did to them, so she fought for revenge but also for love. In the end, all that she wanted was to protect the ones she loved the most.

Satsuki believed she could lead a revolution against Ragyo and the biofibers by using the power she had as her daughter against her. She took advantage of that power and the fear it inflicted on everyone to build a hierarchical system based on The Law of the Strongest and blind obedience (basically she militarised the school), and then she started to ‘colonise’ other schools to gather an army. She did this to trick her mother into thinking that she was working for her because her empire was much larger and stronger, so she had to be very cautious or else the chances to defeat Ragyo and the biofibers would be even lesser. All of these factors led her to repress her thoughts, feelings and emotions.

But when she met Ryuko, her plans started to change a bit: she saw a lot of potential in Ryuko and wanted her to get stronger and surpass her from the very beginning. She felt that Ryuko was something more, not just another soldier that could help her defeat Ragyo once and for all, and she wasn't wrong about it: later on they found out that Ryuko was that little sister Satsuki and Ragyo thought dead and that Isshin Matoi was actually Soichiro. He raised Ryuko and hid her from Ragyo with the hope that, one day, she would defeat her and the biofibers.

When these facts were revealed, Satsuki knew everything changed: she could trust someone of her own blood, she could finally have her dream family: one that she'd have built, one that she'd have chosen, one that would have truly and deeply loved her for who she is.

NONON

Now we have to talk about Nonon, Satuski’s best friend and (implicitly) lover, the only person who knew her best and could fully trust: this character can come across as an irritating or pedantic girl, but that’s just the surface; she acts tough the only way she knows just because she wants to show that she’s strong and the most important person in Satsuki’s life. I find it so heartwarming that even though the rest of the Elite Four are respectful and loyal towards Satsuki, it is Nonon that better understands her boundaries, and they treat each other as equals. Nonon is not just another subordinate to Satsuki (and never was). I think that because of this and her appearance (small, cute, etc) she wants her value as a fearsome opponent to be acknowledged, and that's why she acts so sassily and arrogantly (a thing which I personally love about her).

Nonon always finds the courage to fight and never gives up whenever Satsuki is near her; she feels the need to protect her, and she is always willing to carry all the weight if that means Satsuki will be safe and sound.

She is the one who always took care of Satsuki’s deepest wounds but also her dreams, and is the only one who knows best the pain Satsuki had to endure in order to save everyone. Both of them shared their dreams and hopes with each other when they were kids, and since then Nonon took care of hers as well as Satsuki took care of Nonon’s.

JUNKETSU

It is hard to talk about Junketsu and what it felt like his relationship with Satsuki and Ryuko to me right after talking about Nonon, but it has to be done if I want to illustrate why I headcanon Satsuki as a stone femme.

Junketsu is, first and foremost, an allegory for compulsory heterosexuality. He was the symbol of the chastity/virginity forced upon the future bride and spouse, Satsuki (we have to remember it was Soichiro the one who told this to her, that Junketsu was going to be her wedding dress). So it was the underlying expectative of defeating Ragyo by sacrificing her will to Junketsu that her father put on her shoulders, one of the reasons that kept her from loving Nonon freely, openly and wholeheartedly, maybe the main one because Ragyo simply wanted the whole subjugation of her daughter, her complete devotion to the biofibers cause, while Junketsu was just a tool for both her father and mother that would force Satsuki to do the will of one or the other.

But even though Junketsu was just a tool, Satsuki had to wear it on all the time, which means that Satsuki was living constant situations of rape; after all, whenever Satsuki dressed Junketsu and tried to activate him, she endured a lot of pain and ended up very weakened from resisting Junketsu taking full control. And the thing here is, although Satsuki willingly wore Junketsu, that doesn’t mean she had another option. As I said, this suit was made to control her and Ragyo used it later to control Ryuko too. He, as the symbolic husband, tried to tie them up to heterosexuality at some point in their lives.

So as we can see, Satsuki didn’t want to wear any biofiber cloth, she had to use them and let herself be used by them in order to save the whole world and set everyone free.

CONCLUSIONS

I think it is well pictured that Satsuki truly cares about people but felt she couldn’t trust them because of how the world was built by her mother and the biofibers, and also how Ragyo treated her with so much despite at the same time she emotionally and sexually abused her (it’s so obvious that Ragyo is a child abuser and a paedophile). But Ryuko was key to help her understand that things could be different, that she didn’t have to make everyone afraid of her in order to get what she wanted, that she actually could trust people.

So for all that has been explained in this post is why I think Satsuki embodies so perfectly what it’s like to be a stone femme for me and not just for her appearance, but for her choices too. She had to carry so much weight on her shoulders but Nonon and the rest of her friends supported her without putting more pressure on her; they just took care of what Satsuki ordered them to do.

I also find so relatable the way she copes with all the trauma she’s got from facing lots of sexual violence, and physical and emotional abuse, or the fact that a close relative (her own mother) made her believe she was a failure and a good for nothing, that she didn’t belong and would never be enough for her. She didn’t lose her kindness and her hopes and dreams even though she had to turn herself more tough, it just happened that she showed her soft side differently. She actually cares, she is the one who provides and she sacrifices lots of things to protect humanity’s freedom. And she finally learns to trust in the good potential of all humans, and to let the women she loves take care of her too.

To conclude, Satsuki was key to make me come to terms with me being a stone femme because I can see lots of subtle details in how she moves, behaves, thinks and approaches things that -somehow-remind me of myself, although I know we are not on the same league. But I really think she might be a stone femme too because she is a woman with strong and rigid boundaries around every aspect of her life, and she defends and makes everyone respect them. In the whole anime I’ve never seen anybody try to question her and her boundaries, and I truly admire her a lot for this.

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for the character ask game: Cassian + 4 and 24, Jyn + 16 and 22

for cassian:

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

ohhh man. put that guy in a spy movie. mission impossible the shit outta that guy. put him in something like john wick (incidentally that was... the thought process behind one of the AUs i'm currently writing hgjds).

but also completely on an entirely different wavelength from these vibes, he would be a very funny leading man in an austenian romance novel and i would also very much love to see that.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

i keep joking that i have a certain type of depressed man that i tend to like that cassian fits right into, but... he really does have shades of some of those. there are also some aspects of him that fit well with a lot of women characters i like who are that child soldier/assassin type. so i'm gonna go out a limb and draw some comparisons between him and a couple of marvel characters? shades of gamora and natasha romanoff for some of the latter stuff that i mentioned, shades of my c-list comic fave rich rider for just being completely broken down and tired by life and also self-sacrificing to a fault while possessing zero self-worth. so yeah... those are some connections i draw.

for jyn:

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

the way i hate jyn/krennic with the fire of a thousand suns. like... literally what was wrong with y'all. i'm trying to come up with more elaboration for this answer and i'm just literally left sitting here thinking what the FUCK.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

oooh, i love a good fic that really explores her inner world and also gives nuance to her anger because there is nuance! i guess this can kind of tie into the second part of this question, but what i really don't like are one-dimensional "angry girl" characterizations that just have her be baselessly angry and don't really explore it, and also don't really delve into who she is beyond that. i like seeing her softer sides, and i like seeing that portrayed without the character losing any of her bite. just... you know, the whole, complex, often messy (affectionate) person that is jyn.

character asks!

#asks #andorerso #cassian andor #jyn erso

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aspoonofsugar · 1 year

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A Cat Following Butterflies

So, this may be nothing, but the CC seems linked to butterflies. They love catching them and the episode they are introduced has this visual, as well, which is rather interesting/mysterious:

Why are we shown this blue butterfly? Not only that, but then the butterfly follows the characters inside and supposedly watches the whole game play out.... and who does arrive at the very climax?

The CC, whose eyes appear first. And they are blue eyes like the butterfly. This would not be the firs time butterflies are linked to eyes either:

Volume 6 strongly links Silver Eyes with butterflies, which are very symbolically rich. A simple soul can lead to change, just like the wings of a butterfly can (butterfly effect). Moreover, butterflies are metaphors for change, transformation, life and death. Silver Eyed warriors seem linked to this concepts. Their eyes kill monsters, but can only be used to protect people. Similarly, both Ruby and Maria have grimm reapers imagery, but are also characters strongly attached to life. I mean, Maria's own weapon is called Life and Death.

So, what does it all have to do with CC? So far nothing, but it is still an interesting detail. Could the CC also be the blue butterfly? Maybe or maybe they simply followed it inside. What is sure is that they are linked to this symbolism, just like Ruby is.

Not only that, but the CC is actually shown hunting butterflies and biting/eating them and when they succeed new butterflies and new life are born:

Finally, these strange butterflies have hearts on their wings and the CC gives a little bit of their heart to others:

CC: Please, let me help and take a little bit of my heart. It'll feel much better.

Ruby takes the light of the world and mirrors it so that it can shine for others. She gives away her inner light. Her hope.

CC takes the heart-shaped winged butterflies and gives away their heart. They share their empathy with others, in order to help.

I don't know where this is going, but Ruby's arc is linked to her eyes. It is through them she is going through the 4 gifts journey:

Volume 3 climax > Ruby unwillingly activates her eyes with no knowledge

Volume 6 climax > Ruby uses her eyes willingly and celebrates Creation

She must now delve into destruction, which may take a while in my opinion. Destruction is clearly linked to death and grief, so this volume is probably a bridge for her to enter this stage.

At the same time, Ruby's eyes are a clearly metaphorical power. It is as if in order to use them effectively Ruby has to learn a theme. Volume 6 has her learn/embody the theme of hope. Ruby must use her positive feelings in order to use her eyes. She comes to embody hope, faith and trust. All ideas that get explored in the Atlas Arc. Still, right now she can't hold on to hope anymore. So, what can she do? How can she use her eyes if she has no faith left? If she has no positive feelings to fuel her? Well, Ruby clearly did not watch Inside Out:

When you can't be joyful all the time, you should just embrace sadness because this emotion can lead to a very important result > empathy.

Isn't it exactly what the CC is doing? They are showing empathy and it is possible this is a key theme, which will get explored in Vacuo.

In short, the Silver Eyes might be symbolic of 2 key themes:

Hope > Wide Eyed Idealist

Empathy > Seeing the other

The God of the Animals asked humans to have faith and leap into the sea. But this is a child-story and another more mature version claims the God of the Animals forces humans and animals to step into each other's shoes. Faunus are born from trust and empathy. Both are important ideas. Both are themes of RWBY. So, Ruby will learn both.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #rwby meta #curious cat

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ariesbilly · 5 months

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So we know Billy is an aries, but what is heather's sign?

ok i personally like to headcanon her as a capricorn with a christmas birthday just cuz thats really funny to me. her demanding nobody skimp out on presents just because both days are the same no no you will get her birthday presents and then also christmas presents (plus im writing an au where shes part jewish so add hanukkah on top of the december festivities.... her parents stay rich just to afford her lifestyle lmao)

but anyway some capricorn traits that are very heather to me:

Capricorn individuals are typically traditional and serious in nature, possessing an inner sense of independence that allows them to make significant progress in both their personal and professional lives. They are skilled in self-control, can make realistic plans, and are capable of managing many people at once. Capricorns learn from their mistakes and rely on their experience and expertise to achieve success.

The ruling planet of Capricorn is Saturn, which represents all forms of restriction. While its influence makes Capricorns practical and responsible, it can also make them cold, distant, and unforgiving. To lighten their own lives and become more positive, Capricorns need to learn to forgive.

Capricorn – the Goat of Fear with a tail of a fish. This symbol represents the decision to protect oneself from monsters in our minds, lives, and physical surroundings. Capricorns are always ready to transform themselves to confront and conquer their fears. However, this defensive mechanism can lead to a chain reaction of fear. Capricorns face the world with bravery, never running away but constantly battling their inner monsters in secrecy.

They tend to show sensitivity through actions rather than words, and it can take years for them to open up enough to discuss their actual emotional problems.

Capricorns are focused on their personal goals and can sometimes lack compassion and emotional connection in their relationships. They are dedicated to providing the stability of a "normal" life and their partner can rely on them as a stepping stone for personal endeavors, and they can have a lasting bond with a constant tendency for growth. However, they are not very willing to compromise and may even create problems just to solve them or feel bad that a problem was never resolved.

Capricorn individuals are intelligent, stable, and reliable, making them loyal and excellent friends who can serve as pillars on their friends journey towards their dreams. They prefer surrounding themselves with people who respect boundaries, are warm, open hearted and loyal enough to follow their lead. Capricorns are not likely to collect too many friends in their lifetime, but they will turn to those who make them feel at peace, intelligent, and honest at all times.

Capricorns have a deep understanding of family traditions and feel connected to every single aspect of their past, including their childhood. They love bringing out memories of the past during holidays and birthdays. Conflict over dominance in their household is typical for Capricorns, with their father being an extremely important figure in shaping their self-image over the years. As parents, they tend to be strict but fair and are ready to take on the responsibilities that come with raising a child.

Capricorns are known for setting high standards for themselves and are characterized by their honesty, dedication, and perseverance. They value loyalty and hard work above all else and tend to keep those with these qualities close, even if they are intellectually inferior. Capricorns are concentrated and resourceful individuals who get the job done and are willing to commit completely to the final product, even if it requires long hours. They excel in management, finance, programming, and calculations.

Money is highly valued in the lives of Capricorns. They tend to manage it well and save for a rainy day, as long as their debts do not consume their actual abilities.

Capricorn women are known for being ambitious, persistent, responsible, and reliable. They desire to find a partner who can make them smile and are eager to open up and feel that special pull of emotions that bring warmth and possibilities for any future. However, it may take time for a Capricorn woman to lower her guard so she can feel safe and comfortable enough to show just how sensitive and caring she can be when she is in love.

A Capricorn woman seeks a responsible, calm, and hard-working partner who will take care of her in the event of any negative future events. She needs to feel comfortable with the people she dates and takes time to decide what she wants out of each relationship. Born under a Sun sign that exalts Mars, her instincts and initiative are strong, making her a passionate lover who is always in charge of her own life, regardless of outer circumstances.

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A Tale as Old as Time

The 1991 animated Disney musical Beauty and the Beast focuses on the relationship between the prince, the Beast, suffering from the curse of a witch who believed his actions to be filled with evilness and cruelty. The curse extends beyond the prince to his servants, limiting the castle to a fantastical paradox of talking teacups and flirtatious candelabras, with no outside visitors until one day, Belle’s father wanders into the castle for shelter before being taken captive by the Beast. Fiercely ignoring preexisting lore surrounding the dangers of the castle, Bella bravely chooses to fight for her father’s safety herself. She follows the same path to save her father that ultimately leads her to the place of his captivity. But in finding her father she is discovered by the Beast, who makes a deal with Belle: your father is free to go, if you stay. And so she does.

The film is based on the 1756 fairy tale written by Jeanne-Marie Leprince while also combining elements from the 1946 French film directed by Jean Cocteau. The original story heavily emphasizes the importance of valuing internal beauty over external wealth, rewarding those who truly experience and cultivate the power of love.

In what ways does the film's score situate the story within its narrative context?

Let’s get one thing straight, this score is PHENOMENAL. Alan Menken and Howard Ashman intentionally crafted intimate pieces that not only situate the story within narrative context but support its thematic desires. It is known for its intricate melodies, rich harmonies, emotional depth, and employment of techniques that contribute to the storytelling of the film. The score employs leitmotifs, which are recurring musical themes that are associated with specific story elements, emotions, and characters.

Specifically in regards to the main theme of Beauty and the Beast which serves as a representation of the central love story. Both Gaston and the Beast also have their own distinctive motifs. Gaston’s motif is characterized by a brassy and bombastic melody that reflects his arrogance, bravado, and larger-than-life personality like in his song “Gaston”.

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Contrasting Gaston’s motif, the Beast’s reflects his inner turmoil, vulnerability, and eventual redemption. It is much more subdued and melancholic with expressive melodies and lush harmonies that evoke a sense of belonging and isolation like in the song “Transformation.”

Alan Menken also often employs modal mixture which blends elements from both major and minor scales, adding complexity and emotional depth to the music. The score also features chromaticism where notes outside of the signature key are used to create tension and color, especially in conveying darker more sinister aspects of the story, like scenes involving Gaston or the enchanted objects in the castle. The song's in the film follow traditional musical forms like verse-chorus structure with each song utilized to advance the plot or reveal character development.

As described by Miranda (2016), the film's score, composed by Alan Menken and Howard Ashman, employs recurring melodies and leitmotifs to convey themes of love, transformation, and redemption. These musical elements serve to immerse the audience in the enchanted world of the film, enhancing the storytelling experience with their evocative and resonant quality. Furthermore, Miranda (2016) notes the use of modal mixture and chromaticism in the score to reflect the inner conflicts and struggles of the characters, adding layers of complexity to the musical composition. Songs like "Belle" and "Be Our Guest" are highlighted by Miranda (2016) as pivotal in establishing the film's setting within an 18th-century French provincial backdrop, utilizing French-inspired melodies and instrumentation.

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How do songs use character performance to push cultural authenticity in the film’s diegesis?

The songs play a significant role in pushing cultural authenticity in the film's diegesis. These songs allow characters to express emotions, motivations, and thereby developing character personality and advancing the plot. Belle's opening song "Belle" reveals her independence, intelligence, and yearning for adventure which establishes her as a strong and reliable protagonist.

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Similarly Beast's solo "If I Can't Love Her" encourages the audience to understand and examine his inner turmoil and vulnerability despite his being portrayed as evil and cruel. We as the audience are able to give him a second chance as we watch him grow and establish his own sense of self and capacity for love.

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The songs reflect both the cultural context and setting of the story as it grounds the narrative in a French provincial backdrop. The French-inspired melodies, lyrical references, and instrumentation through the soundtrack adds richness and authenticity to the film's diegesis which immerses the audience into the world of 18th century France. This cultural authenticity is especially evident in songs like "Bonjour" and "Be Our Guest" which evokes the strong charm and elegance of French village life and cuisine.

The songs also contribute to the development of relationships between character. Such as "Something There" between Belle and the Beast is an essential turning point in their relationship as they begin to see past each other's exterior and fall In love with each other through genuine connection and mutual understanding. Each song serves as a specific narrative function and helps to reinforce the film's central themes.

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In what ways does the film use musical framing to structure the score within familiarized styles?

The score uses familiar musical genres and styles that the audience feels connected to. Varying tones between numbers like "Belle" features a more upbeat and lively style that is reminiscent of Broadway. This genre familiarity helps to set the tone for the rest of the film by setting a foundation through a sense of nostalgia, especially for audiences familiar with musical theatre. The score itself references classical and romantic-era compositions which add sophistication to the soundtrack. Beast's theme and other instrumental motifs incorporate elements of this Romantic-era music which evokes emotional depth and a sense of grandeur.

Certain themes are introduced early in the film and recur throughout, subtly undergoing variations and transformation as the story progresses. The main theme of "Beauty and the Beast" serves as an evolving motif that reflects the characters' emotional journey and development of their relationship. The seamless integration of music numbers into the narrative are useful in advancing the plot and developing character relationships as well, serving as musical "frames" within the story that provide content to key moments and themes.

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I made the childhood friend OC from my Touchstarved Hound!MC’s backstory.

Erick the Cloaked Wolf

Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: May 2 Height: 6’0 Personality: Introverted Robin Hood. He leads a crew that steals from the rich to give to the poor. I think he has a lot of big brother energy to his crew and the kids in the slums. Likes: Rooftop views, stupid jokes, strong alcohol, dogs, card games, when things go according to plan Dislikes: Shitty ale, brutes, rich people, tight spaces, surprises (someone will get punched in the face — accidentally or maybe on purpose — if a surprise party jumps out at him) Fatal flaw: Will always take the safe path, no matter what Other: He’s a decent guitarist. Once suggested, when he and Alon were kids, that they start a band and become the most famous bards across the land. And then he heard Alon sing…They became thieves instead.

More about Erick below:

Erick is the childhood friend of my Hound!MC Alon. They met when Alon used their curse on his abusive uncle, and they escaped together.

In contrast to Alon’s friendliness and spontaneity, Erick is more introverted, calculating, cautious, and thoughtful. He never takes action without a well-thought-out plan.

Their differences made them work well together. They challenged each other, pushed each other a little outside of their own comfort zones, and in doing so, they made each other better thieves. Better people, too, for that matter.

Over the years, more and more misfits, runaways and victims joined him and Alon, and they became the Greycloaks. Grey for the stone walls that tower over the Outer District, for the Fog and the Soulless that creep into the slums and disappears its inhabitants to the indifference of the affluent Inner District.

Erick, being the one who usually formed all the plans and kept things in order, was automatically seen as the leader of their motley crew.

He wasn’t born into a great family. His uncle was a drunkard and often beat him before Alon took care of him with her curse. Life at their old orphanage wasn’t much better. As far as he’s concerned, the Cloaks are his family — and he’ll do anything to take care of them.

At first, they stole and did odd jobs together for their own group’s survival, but as time passed, they started to give portions of what they stole to people who needed the coin and the resources.

Eventually, they become something close to folk heroes in the Shade (slang term for the slums in Acaelia's Outer District, which sits right at the border, hence always being in the “shade” of the city’s walls).

It took Erick a while to warm up to Alon — after all, they didn’t meet in the best circumstances. Eventually, though, their goofy and friendly demeanour became safety. A respite from their hellish childhoods. A home.

Erick and Alon were very physically affectionate with each other. Having known each other for years, they’d fallen into a natural rhythm when it came to loving touches. Erick always made sure to avoid their hands, going instead for headpats, wrapping an arm around their shoulders, forehead kisses, piggybacks, fireman carries, and using Alon’s head as a headrest because she is so short.

Alon doesn't often use their hands for physical affection but when she does — like when she cuts or braids his hair — he trusts them implicitly.

He likes to hear Alon sing. They’re atrocious and he knows that, but he also knows they love singing and it makes him happy to see them having fun. That’s why he’ll always be her accompanying melody, even though there is absolutely no chance they’ll earn any coin from it whatsoever.

He bought glasses for Alon. They were a commission. Erick, being Erick, made sure the glasses were practical — they were made to be durable and long-lasting, shatter-resistant so Alon wouldn’t suffer injury to their eyes if they broke.

I made their relationship ambiguous — they could be really close friends or lovers or friends who pined for each other but never pursued romance for whatever reasons. But they were definitely family, and they loved each other deeply. I think the both of them would have been content just living out the rest of their lives together wherever they ended up.

At first glance, he seems more serious and put-together than Alon, but once you warm up to him, you’ll discover that they’re both massive dorks.

He loves bad jokes and dumb humour. He’d laugh at any dad joke. Fortunately for him — unfortunately for everyone else — Alon has a whole arsenal. They’d trade dumb dad jokes back and forth to the rest of the Greycloaks’ chagrin.

Erick has an eidetic memory, which comes in handy for casing a joint or making a profile about a mark.

He prefers to be a careful observer instead of the centre of attention, but if the heist calls for an impromptu performance, he’ll play his part. Even if he’s not looking forward to the teasing from the other crew members afterward.

Wields a shortsword for mercenary work, though he has a strict “no killing” rule. Rule became negotiable by the time Touchstarved main story begins.

Erick had done some underground fighting, though it was a brief run. He actually met another Greycloak in the ring. He prefers not to, but he can, has, and will rock someone's shit if he’s forced into that situation.

He’s good at card games. Almost unfairly good. Alon’s the only one who’s ever won against him at a card game. It was Speed.

Has a soft spot for kids. If life had been different, he probably would have opened up an orphanage.

Has a high alcohol tolerance — he could probably drink a sailor under the table.

Erick is claustrophobic. Small, enclosed spaces make him feel trapped. Much of it is due to trauma from his uncle’s abuse. He has a better handle on it now, but he still gets nervous whenever the need to hide forces him into a small closet or the like.

I feel like in a modern AU, he'd play D&D (Dungeons and Dragons). Actually, I think he'd be a DM (Dungeon Master). He'd really enjoy the planning aspect and leading a group through a story.

His zodiac sign is a Taurus.

MBTI type is INFJ.

Enneagram is 6w5

I was listening to “Dear Friend Across the River (The Bridge)” by Samuel Kim ft. Rachel Hardy while writing about him.

Full drawing of him:

Alon x Erick Playlist (with additional songs in Erick's perspective):

“A Million Dreams” by Hugh Jackman, Michelle Williams, and Ziv Zaifman

“Secret Worlds” by The Amazing Devil — I think this one fits their relationship the best.

"To Noise Making (Sing)" by Hozier

“Kids Again” by Artist vs Poet

“Garden” by Dua Lipa

“Wild Blue Yonder” by The Amazing Devil

“I See Fire” by Ed Sheeran

"Safe Ship, Harbored" by The Crane Wives

“As It Was” by Hozier

“Guns for Hire” by Woodkid

“Hurricane” by Thirty Seconds to Mars

“Gravity” by Against the Current

“Snakes” by PVRIS

“So What” by P!NK

“Burn Butcher Burn” Cover by Fruitlegs

"The One That Got Away" Cover by Brielle Von Hugel

“What Could Have Been” by Sting ft. Ray Chen

“Farewell Wanderlust” by The Amazing Devil

“Good Riddance” Cover by annapantsu ft IdrysLTS

“Shrike” by Hozier

"Ruin" by The Amazing Devil

#touchstarved #touchstarved oc #touchstarved game #red spring studio #erick the wolf #erick the childhood friend #I'm not sure if it shows very well in the drawing — Erick has hazel eyes and a dimple #my oc #my art #my original character #original character #oc #alon the hound

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