#Alice Fischer

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Mermaid!OC

Summary: When he storms out of his home one evening after yet another fight with his father, Robert Fischer makes a discovery amongst the waves that may just offer him an escape from the unhappiness of his current life.

Word Count: 5,132

Notes: I wrote this awhile ago, and only just realized that I never posted it. So here you go. This was just a fun little AU idea I had. Warnings for references to past child abuse.

Robert burst outside, the back door slamming shut with a clang behind him, abruptly cutting off his father’s voice still shouting after him. But Robert kept on walking, and there was no sound of the door opening for his father to try to follow him, that in itself causing a sharp sigh of relief to whistle from his lungs. 

He stormed around the pool that took up a good share of his backyard, then down a small hill, the springy grass giving way to soft sand. His expensive, shiny black shoes sank in with each step, little granules finding their way into his socks to rub irritatingly between his toes.

He walked all the way down to the end of the pier that stretched out into the deep blue water, hands shoving deep into his pockets while he sighed. Staring out at the sun, slinking low in the sky to just kiss the horizon of the ocean that stretched out every which way around him, he sighed, lowering himself to sit down on the edge of the pier. With unsteady hands, he undid his shoe laces and pulled off his socks, balling them up and stuffing them into one of his discarded shoes for safekeeping. Then he rolled up his pants�� legs, and let his legs dangle until his feet submerged in the chilly water.

Closing his eyes, Robert drew in a harsh breath of air, tasting of saltwater and smelling of seaweed. The tears that had been pricking at the corner of his eyes finally started to overflow, rolling down his cheeks.

He always cried when he got upset. It was a reflex reaction that he couldn’t control. And his father had never once passed up the opportunity to make him feel ashamed for it. Even when he was little, and scraped his knee or bumped his elbow and came to his father crying in pain, Maurice Fischer would simply sneer, and call him every demeaning name in the book. 

Wiping at his eyes furiously, Robert pressed his trembling lips together. The wind, chilled from the sun’s descent but still smelling of the ocean, seemed to kiss at his cheeks. As if it could wipe the tears away for him. 

The ocean had always been his greatest source of comfort. Of freedom. They used to have a yacht that his mother would take him out on. And then she died, and despite Robert’s pleas, his father sold the boat. Looking back on it now, he realized that every time his mother had taken him out on it for an extended period of time, it was following an incident where his father had upset one of them. 

Perhaps the ocean had been her refuge as well. 

There was a harsh splash, near the jagged, obsidian colored rocks to his left. They were great for looking at tidepools when the water had retreated, but treacherous on the feet. When he was little, he’d managed to cut his foot open by trying to walk on them barefoot, and Uncle Peter had to carry him, crying and bleeding, back to the house.

Another splash sounded, but Robert paid it no mind. It was probably just a fish or something. But then it happened again. And again, this time followed by a straining noise. Frowning, he swiped the remainder of his tears away and stood, picking up his shoes and yanking them back on, not caring that his feet were drenched in saltwater that would likely ruin the interiors. Picking his way back up the pier and along the beach, he made his way to the rocks, half having to crawl to maneuver some of them. It had been so much easier when he was a small child, he mused to himself. 

He pulled himself over the ridge of black rocks, and stopped dead. 

She was laying half beached on the rocks, tangled up in a brown fishing net, rolling from side to side, jerking, trying to break free from the twine prison. 

At first he thought she was a woman. But women didn’t have huge, blue scaled tails where their legs should have been. Or webbed fins sprouting from their backs. Or gills in their throats. Or webbed fingers. 

For a moment, he was pretty sure that his brain completely broke. Because he knew exactly what was lying in front of him, and yet it was not possible. It couldn’t be. 

Because mermaids weren’t real. 

Robert rubbed a hand along his forehead, frowning, trying to make sense of what was in front of him. Had this latest fight with his father finally been the one to cause his mind to irretrievably snap?

The mermaid twisted so that she was facing him, and their eyes locked.

She was beautiful, with round, dark brown eyes and equally dark, long hair that fell to her waist, sticking wetly to her back and forehead. Light freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. He could see the strong muscles in her arms and stomach flexing as she struggled against the net, and with a burst of color blooming across his cheeks, he realized that, very un-Disney-like of her, she was not wearing any sort of top layer in the slightest, her small breasts barred and on full display. 

Her tail looked heavy, thick as two legs bound together, dark blue scales shimmering in the fading light of the setting sun. In the back of his mind, Robert wondered if the blue coloring helped with camouflaging her while in the water. 

He didn’t know how long he stood there, gawking at her with his mouth half open. It couldn’t have been but a few minutes, though it felt like much more than that. 

The spell was promptly broken when she started hissing at him. 

Her teeth bared to show canines longer than any human’s should be, the tendons standing out in her neck, eyes narrowed to slits. Her back curved, as if trying to back herself look bigger than she actually was. Robert flinched back instinctively, hands held up to try to show that he meant no harm. 

“It’s okay.” He had no idea if she could understand him, but it felt like he needed to say something. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She just hissed again, thrashing against the rocks. The aggressive noise in her throat quickly gave way to a yelp of pain, and he could see where the net had started to dig into one of the fins at the bottom of her tail, drawn tight enough to cut into the flesh, blood pouring from the wound. 

“Let me help,” he immediately took a step forward. The mermaid hissed at him again, but her attention was quickly once again overtaken by the net biting into her tail. She was clearly distressed, and Robert wondered what it would mean for her if the net severed that part of her tail. Would she no longer be able to swim? Would she drown? 

“Here,” he approached her slowly, fully ready to jerk backwards if she tried to swipe at or bite him. He was so close that he could see the droplets of water beading on her skin. 

A ferocious snarl left her chest when she realized how close he had gotten, and he instinctively shrank back. The mermaid wriggled against the rocks, trying to get away from him, her big eyes bulging with terror. Robert could make out red scratches against her skin where the net and the rocks had scraped it. 

“Shh,” he spoke to her like he would a frightened animal, creeping closer until he could hook his fingers into the net. “I’m gonna help you, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She finally seemed to quiet, though she was still wriggling a little against the net. Carefully, Robert followed the lines of it, pulling experimentally, starting to loosen the tight material. 

Fucking fisherman, he thought irritably to himself while he worked. The poor thing could have died. 

Despite all the hissing and snarling when he’d been approaching her, the mermaid was surprisingly helpful as he worked to untangle her, moving her body as much as she could to assist him in getting the net off of her. His breath caught in his throat as his hands ghosted along her strong tail. The blue scales were smooth, almost soft, but he could feel the absolute power of the muscles encased within. There was no doubt in his mind that if she had wanted to, she could have knocked him on his ass with one swipe of it. 

He worked particularly carefully around her injured fin. On closer examination, it didn’t look like the net had managed to fully sever it, but it was definitely injured. Worry coursed through his veins as he gingerly worked the net loose around it. The mermaid whined a little. 

“I’m sorry,” he stroked her tail without even really thinking about it, just trying to soothe her, and she settled. “Almost there.”

With a final light tug, he pulled the net away, and the mermaid was free. 

She immediately rolled, not seeming to care about potentially scraping herself on the jagged rocks around them, and flung herself into the deep blue water with a splash. Her tail breached briefly out of the water as she dived, and then she was gone.

Leaving Robert standing there, half soaked, wind pulling at his hair and clothes, with the net he’d just freed her from dangling from one hand. He stared at the space in the water where she’d disappeared, a seed of disappointment blooming in his chest. 

With a sigh, he started to pick his way back over the rocks and to his house. 

∗ ∗ ∗

The next day he went back out onto the pier, a martini in his hand while he sat with his legs dangling in the water. He sipped at his drink while watching the sunset, eyes scanning the surface of the water for any distinctive fins or tails breaching the surface. 

The mermaid had been on his mind the entirety of the day. It had been hard to focus at all on work. He kept wondering if she was alright. If he’d ever seen her again. 

Bright orange, yellow, and pink beams cast out across the sky as the sun sank lower beneath the waves. He ought to go back inside soon. His glass was almost empty.

Just as he was moving to stand, he spotted something in the water, near the rocks where he’d seen the mermaid the day before. The top of a dark head of hair and two big brown eyes peering up out of the water at him. 

The second that their gazes met, her eyes widened and she dropped back down under the water, out of sight. But it was enough for Robert, a smile playing at his lips, a spark of joy sizzling in his heart.

“Hi there,” he called out, but to no reply. Not that he had really been expecting one. Casting one last longing look at the waves, he went back inside. 

∗ ∗ ∗

On the second evening after his first encounter with the mermaid, he once again went out to the pier, hope renewed at maybe getting a glimpse of her. He sat for a long time with his legs dangling in the water, hands folded in his lap, just watching the steady rise and swell of the waves. Disappointment once more grew in his chest with every passing minute. He was just about to give up and go back inside when he spotted a ripple in the water, steadily moving in a line towards him. 

The mermaid’s head broke from the water when she was a few feet from him, the top of her head and her eyes popping up first. The ripple he’d seen was made by the webbed fin at her back just brushing the top of the water. 

She came to a stop right in front of him, bobbing in the water, eyes darting around, clearly unsure. Robert’s lips were partially parted, eyes wide. Despite spending the past two days thinking about her, he had neglected to really think about what he’d actually do or say if she came to him again. It had seemed like too fanciful of a thought to even consider. 

The mermaid seemed almost as surprised as he was, full bottom lip caught between her teeth, looking like she was trying hard to muster up the courage for something. 

In a sudden burst of movement, she pushed herself up higher out of the water, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands where it was still settled in his lap. For one terrifying moment, Robert thought she was going to yank him into the water with her. 

She instead pressed a large, white, orange, and pink conch shell into his hands, and then turned around and disappeared back under the water again. 

Robert stared down at the huge seashell, cradling it gingerly in his lap. It was pristine, not broken off in any areas, the surface barely even scratched. He rubbed his thumb up and down along one of its smooth edges, a grin pulling at his lips. Looking up at the waves, he was unable to see her, but he was sure that she was watching. 

“You’re welcome,” he said to the waves.

∗ ∗ ∗

The next time that he went to the pier, he was crying. 

Sitting down with his legs pulled up to his chest like he would as a child, arms hugging them. He was sure that his face was red and blotchy, eyes red and the skin under them swollen.

It was going to rain that evening. He could see the storm clouds building in the distance. 

It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. It had happened over ten years ago–he had only been eleven at the time–but the grief still stung just as potently as it had then.

His mother had been his best friend. Hell, he often thought that she may very well have been his only friend. The only real one he’d had his entire life. 

His father and Uncle Peter had come by for dinner. He was sure that it was Uncle Peter’s idea and that he had meant well, not wanting Robert to be alone during what was easily always the worst day of the year for him. But he could not understand that having his father anywhere near him now was the last thing that Robert wanted.

So lost in crying his heart out into his knees, he didn’t hear the subtle sound of something rising up out of the water, not until a gentle hand touched his cheek. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his head was pulled up and forward, and he promptly met the mermaid’s big, worried eyes. Her brows furrowed at the sight of his tears, thumb moving to stroke them away, head cocking curiously.  

Robert didn’t say anything; not until she’d tenderly brushed away the remainder of the proof of his grief from his face. Her touch was as light and careful as that of a lover’s, wide eyes shimmering with genuine concern.

“Can you understand me?” he finally croaked out. He still had no idea if she spoke English–or any human language for that matter.

She hesitated, then nodded.  

“My name is Robert,” he said. “What’s yours?”

She opened her mouth, and he braced himself for the first sound of her voice.

“Robert!” Uncle Peter’s voice boomed out across the backyard from the door. 

In a flash, the mermaid had disappeared back under the water, leaving Robert with nothing but the memory of her soft, small hands on his face. 

“Robert! What are you doing!? It’s about to start raining. Come back inside,” Uncle Peter continued to holler, and he let out a soft breath of relief that he hadn’t seen the mermaid. 

“I’ll be there in a minute!” he shouted over his shoulder, looking mournfully out over the water before standing and shuffling back towards his uncle. 

Later, after his father and Uncle Peter had finally gone home once the rain died down, he went back out to the pier, despite it being mostly dark out. 

And there, spread on the wooden planks of the dock, spelled out in the form of dozens of tiny little seashells arranged into letters, was one word:

ALICE.

∗ ∗ ∗

He returned to the pier, as always, the next evening, but this time, he wore his swim trunks.

She was waiting for him, arms crossed over the pier and her head resting on them. He could just see the outline of her tail under the water, swishing lazily back and forth.

She looked so beautiful that it momentarily took his breath away. 

Head raising when he approached, Alice pulled back from the pier, head still remaining above the water as she floated backwards. Robert kicked off his sandals and sat down, moving to pull his shirt over his head. He caught her watching him, head cocking in that curious way again, her eyes glued to his chest. When she noticed that he’d caught her staring, her cheeks flared pink, dipping down until the water came all the way up to nearly her eyes to try to hide it. He bit his cheek to hide a cocky grin. 

“If I get in, you aren’t gonna try to eat me, are you?” he asked, hesitating before he jumped off the pier to join her in the water. 

Alice giggled, a soft, musical sound that made his heart skip a beat. Her head raised back up out of the water, shaking back and forth. He pushed off the pier, hitting the water with a small splash. Alice glided smoothly towards him, so close that their chests nearly brushed. He could count each dark eyelash surrounding her eyes. Being so close to her had his throat momentarily going dry.

“Can you talk?” he asked finally. It had seemed like she was about to before Uncle Peter interrupted them last night, but he still wasn’t entirely sure. 

“Yes.” 

His eyes nearly slipped closed at the sound of her voice, soft and sweet. As musical as her laugh had been. He wanted to save the memory of just that one word coming from her lips for forever. 

Alice cocked her head again. “Why were you crying yesterday?” Her voice was quiet, and had he not been right in front of her, he may not have been able to hear her. 

“It…” he paused, wetting his hips. “It was the anniversary of the day my mother died.”

“I’m sorry. Did she die recently?”

“No,” he suddenly felt rather foolish. “We were…we were close.”

She nodded. “My people mourn for life too.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. My pod leader’s mate died a while ago. We all still miss her very much.”

“Pod?”

“A group of merpeople like me. We’re like a…what do you humans call it? A family. We live together. Hunt together. Travel together.”

“Where’s the rest of your pod?”

“This time of year, we always swim up north. We meet up with some other pods. Trade goods. I couldn’t make that long of a swim right now. Not until my finn is fully healed,” she pointed to her tail. So the net had hurt her more significantly than he’d thought. 

“They left you here?”

“I told them to go. They’ll be back. By then I’ll be healed enough to swim in the rougher waters.”

A lump formed in his throat. “So, when they come back…you’ll leave with them?”

She looked at him, a sadness entering her eyes. “Yes.”

“Oh.” The disappointment and loneliness that suddenly washed over him was nearly crushing. But what could he do? It wasn’t like he could just ask her to stay, separated from her family forever so that he didn’t have to feel lonely. 

Alice moved a little closer to him, reaching out to brush a few locks of hair out of his face. He fought back the urge to lean into the touch of her hand. 

“When will you leave?”

“They’ll be back in a week or so.” 

That’s so soon, he silently mourned. Alice studied his face, and he focused all his effort on not letting her see how heartbroken the revelation had left him. 

“Thank you for saving me from the net,” Alice said.

“Oh, that was…” he looked down, clearing his throat. “That was no problem.”

He felt the fins of her tail brush against his leg and sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes danced. He wondered if she’d done it on purpose. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly, head bobbing in the water, he hoped that she wasn’t fully aware of just how strong of an effect she was having on him. She could probably have dragged him down into the depths with her, and he would have let her with zero complaint. 

“Why did you keep coming here?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“The rocks help shield this part of the beach from the rougher currents while I heal.” She pointed. Those dark eyes glimmered again, looking him up and down. “And you interest me.”

“Do you…often find humans interesting?”

Her lips pressed together, a small smile pulling at them. “Not usually.”

He allowed himself to feel a small pulse of pride at that. 

∗ ∗ ∗

The next few days, he spent every free moment that he had in the ocean, swimming at Alice’s side. She had giggled when she first saw his snorkel gear, taking his hand in hers to pull him along with her. Even wearing fins on his feet, her tail was significantly more powerful when it came to moving through the water.

“I want to show you something,” she had said on the second to last night before her pod was due to return, taking his hand as soon as he had his goggles situated over his eyes. She pulled him along until they came to a wall of rock. “We have to dive here,” she explained, letting him come up for air. Robert frowned. 

“I can’t hold my breath for very long, Allie.”

Alice smiled kindly. “Don’t worry, I won’t drown you. Just hold onto me and I’ll pull you along.” She swam closer to him and grabbed his arms, looping them around her back, then wrapped her own around his waist. “Like this.”

Robert swore that his heart stopped for a moment. “O-okay.”

She grinned at him in a way that suggested to him that she very much knew the effect that she was having on him. “Deep breath, now.”

He sucked in a huge gulp of air, and she plunged them both down into the water. As they dove down, down, down, he pressed himself in closer to her and felt her give him a reassuring squeeze in response. He could feel the strong beats of her tail knocking against his legs, her bare breasts pressing into his chest. She guided them through a forest of kelp, and then under a wall of rock, where it gave way to hollowness, and then they were ascending, his ears popping a little with the sudden change in pressure, lungs just starting to burn when his head finally broke the surface and he drew in great gasps of air. 

“Alright?” Alice asked, guiding him over to a ledge he could cling to as he caught his breath. He nodded, looking around as his lungs filled themselves. 

“Whoa.”

She had brought them into a little cave, half filled with water, the blue of the water reflecting off the dark walls, giving the entire area a mystical blue glow.

Pushing with his arms, he hefted himself up to sit on the ledge he’d just been clinging to, looking around. Alice hopped up alongside him, huffing a little when she pulled her heavy tail half out of the water so she could sit next to him. 

“This is so pretty, Al,” he said, still looking around. 

“I thought you would like it.”

He spotted a seashell washed ashore in the space next to him. Carefully, he picked it up, examining the swirling patterns and little ridges. 

“Robert?”

“I don’t want you to go.” The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. She reached out to touch his hands, and when he forced himself to shamefully meet her eyes, it was to find them filled with tears. 

“I have to,” she said softly, and leaned in to touch her forehead to his. “But I don’t want to leave you behind.”

A stutter went through his lungs, and he realized that he was dangerously close to crying. 

“I could still come and visit. When my pod is in the area.”

“When will that be?”

“I…I don’t know, exactly. We move around a lot. We’re nomadic.”

“I know,” he remembered her telling him. He remembered everything that she said to him. She touched his cheek tenderly. “It’s okay,” he told her, even though it really wasn’t. But he wasn’t about to ask her to give up her family just so he could see her whenever we wanted.

It really would be just his luck that he finally managed to make a genuine friend, and she turned out to be a mythical creature whose entire existence was spent traveling from place to place. 

“Robert?”

“Mm?”

“You…you really don’t seem happy with your life.” There was something in her voice. Like she was feeling things out. Weighing a suggestion in her mind.

He opened his mouth, intending to give the usual excuses and half truths, then closed it again. “I hate every bit of it.” There was a weight that seemed to lift from his shoulders at finally admitting it, a lightness growing in his chest. He could feel Alice watching him. 

“We should get back before it gets dark,” was all she eventually said, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

∗ ∗ ∗

On the last night before Alice was due to return to her pod, he barely could bring himself to go down to the pier. As if the lack of his presence would somehow delay her departure. 

He didn’t know how he was going to bear even looking at the ocean once she was gone. Already it felt like a hole was opening up inside his heart. Never to be filled again. 

She was waiting for him as she had been every day since they’d told each other their names. 

“Hello.”

“Hi,” he sat down on the end of the wooden dock, looking down at her, trying to memorize her face. “So I guess that this is it, isn’t it?”

A strange look crossed her features, lips parting, then pressing together. He could see her weighing something in her mind again. “Maybe…maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

A spark of hope flickered in his chest, but he didn’t dare let it ignite. Not yet. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a way that I can take you with me.” She swam a little closer to the edge of the pier. “But it’s permanent. You’d have to leave everything and everyone behind. Forever. You can never go back.”

He stared at her, the spark in his chest catching flame and beginning to burn brightly. Go back to what? A father that hated him? A company he despised? A life that he hated? Friends who had only ever gotten close to him for his money and status?

“Yes.” The word fell from his lips easily. “Whatever it is, yes. Just take me with you.”

She smiled, entire face blooming brightly with it, eyes shimmering happily. She rose up a little higher out of the water, and he leaned forward so that their faces were closer.

“You’re sure that there’s no one you need to say goodbye to? Nothing left that you need to do?”

He thought of his father, who would more than likely be relieved at his disappearance. Even Uncle Peter, who at least did a better job than his father ever had when it came to pretending to care about him, would probably be pleased at him vanishing. Without Robert around, it was likely that everything Maurice Fischer owned would pass to Uncle Peter upon his death. 

“I’m sure.”

She rested her hands on his knees, her face so close to his that their foreheads nearly touched. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. He did as she said without question, and then she rose up out of the water, and kissed him. 

At the same second that their lips touched, she grabbed tightly onto his shoulders, and dragged him down into the water with her, plunging them under the waves. Robert grabbed onto her strong back, closing his eyes, and thought that even if she did drown and devour him down there in the dark depths of the ocean, that would be alright. At least he’d die happy.

Sharp tingling erupted all across his skin. His legs were paralyzed. The sides of his neck were burning, like the skin was splitting apart in places. But none of that mattered when Alice’s lips were gently parting his, the kiss deepening.

When she parted from him, hands still resting on his shoulders, her long dark hair floating around her like halo, he drew in a rattling breath, staring up at her dreamily. 

It took him a moment to realize that they were still underwater, and yet he could breathe. 

Alice’s face split into a grin, brushing a thumb across his lips, eyes looking him up and down approvingly. “It suits you.”

“What–” she kissed him again before he could finish the question. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. When they parted, she rested her forehead on his while he finally looked down at himself, jaw dropping open when he was greeted not with his two legs, but a tail, light blue scales shimmering against the light. Webbing had sprouted between his fingers, and when he reached one hand up to feel at his throat, it was to find that three slits of gills had opened up on either side. 

“Come on,” Alice said, still grinning. “I want to introduce you to the others.”  

He dove forward to kiss her again, and she giggled against his mouth, cupping the sides of his face. Her tail coiled around his, the movement seeming deeply intimate, causing a groan to rumble from his throat. 

“Thank you,” he told her sincerely, cradling both sides of her face. Alice smiled, taking his hand, beginning to pull him along towards the deep, wide ocean.

“Shall we go?”

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A takeaway cup of coffee in hand, Alice strolled casually through the streets of Notting Hill, ready for the day ahead. She enjoyed the mornings when she didn't have to rush, but instead, go about her routine with ease. It always put her in a good mood, and today it was no different.

Her dark hues glued to her phone screen, it took her a moment before she took notice of the stranger beckoning for her attention. "Oh!" She replied cheerily as she instantly kicked into action, holding down the corner of the paper while giving it a quick readover. "So, I take it you're in a band?"

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Unraveling Princess Fischl

So I recently finished studying Princess Fischl in a lab and the results I got were kinda crazy.

As a disclaimer, I do this just for fun. I like connecting dots and solving puzzles. But I'd rather you draw your own conclusions. In this post I will try to dissect the mysteries surrounding the Prinzessin. And you really can't talk about Fischl without including Kaeya. I've even got a surprise guest star for you.

WARNING: this post is VERY long, click on that Read More at your own risk, otherwise you'll be stuck scrolling forever.

For simplicity's sake Princess Fischl will be referred to as Fischl while playable Fischl will be demoted to F.

PART 1: MIDSUMMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

Most of this will use the books Legend of the Shattered Halberd and Flowers for Princess Fischl as a source. These books are authored by someone named Mr. Nine. The books are published by Yae Publishing House. So keep in mind there's a non-zero percent chance Mr. Nine is actually just a certain Nine-Tailed Fox.

F's alternate outfit is called Immernachtstraum. This is a reference to Shakespeare's play Midsummer Night's Dream. In German the play is called Ein Sommernachtstraum. So you can see the similarities (Immernachtstraum means Eternal Night's Dream.)

Kaeya is in part based on the Indian changeling prince from the same play. The character Oberon, the Fairy King, is the french derivative of Alberich. The play itself is basically about people getting into Shenanigans so absurd it might as well be a dream. Oberon and his wife Titania are actually key players in quite a bit of different media… But as much as I want to delve into that, this isn't a Kaeya post.

Just remember for now that Titania is the Fairy Queen.

In the book Flowers for Princess Fischl, there is a mention of a Sommernachtgarten. It is described as a Domain possessed by someone highly skilled in the magical arts. Sommernachtgarten seems to have existed in Teyvat. The domain Midsummer Courtyard, which has the Thundering Fury set, tells us the Sommernachtgarten was buried underground.

The domain is located in Starfell Valley. It's nearby Starfell Lake and Starsnatch Cliff. Starfell Lake is said to have been formed by a fallen star.

Fischl is also equated to a star that fell down. Notably, in F's birthday letters, and in Legend of the Shattered Halberd.

Birthday Letter: Day of Destiny… On the day of a sacred star's descent from the depths of the night sky into this realm, I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, have asked Oz to cross the ocean and bring, me exotic treasure.

LotSH Vol. 1 The story was that an iron meteorite had fallen from the sky five or six years ago, and convention dictated that as nature's treasure it belonged to the imperial family.

Starsnatch Cliff is the only place where Cecilia flowers grow. These flowers have a triquetra shape, which is similar to Kaeya's passive talent Glacial Heart. Kaeya has been featured with these flowers in his birthday arts, and even invites the Traveler to go see the flowers with him.

Alice: With enough bombs placed in proper positions, even huge cliffs like Starsnatch would crumble into dust in a second. With flatter terrain, Mondstadt would surely look much nicer. But that unctuous Cavalry Captain rejected my proposal instantly. He even asked me to stay away from Starsnatch Cliff.

Furthermore, when Alice proposed to blow Starsnatch Cliff up, Kaeya denied her request and warned her to never go near there again… Starsnatch Cliff also overlooks the Nameless Island which is shrouded in mist and invisible on the map.

菲谢尔 = Fischer = Fischl

Fischl's name might be a reference to the Fisher King from Arthurian legends. One name of the Fisher King is Amfortas. In the game Anfortas is the name of the Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter; he's thee Alberich who stepped up as Regent King when Irmin was indisposed.

Perhaps Fischl was the original "Fisher King" and the kings who came after her, like Irmin and Anfortas, fulfilled her role. …But this would imply Fischl was once the ruler of Khaenri'ah. That would be crazy, right? Right, guys?

PART 2: THE PRINCESS OF JUDGEMENT

When I was analyzing the 8-pointed star, I discovered these 8 points could actually correspond to the Guardians of the Eight Directions in Hinduism.

For some reason, ascension gem stones are named after Hindu gods (with the exception of Electro). This isn't the case in the original Chinese naming however.

Still, I tried to mix and match the gemstones to a direction.

North: Kubera, The God of Fortune -> GEO

South: Yama, The God of Justice and Death -> ???

East: Indra, The Lord of Heaven and God of the Weather, Sky, Rain, and Storms -> ELECTRO

West: Varuna, God of the Seas, Oceans, and Rain -> HYDRO

Northeast: Ishana, God of Birth, Death, Resurrection, and Time -> DENDRO

Southeast: Agni, God of Fire -> PYRO

Northwest: Vayu, God of the Winds and Air -> ANEMO

Southwest: Nirṛta, God of Death, Sorrow, and Decay -> CRYO

Hydro (Varunada), Pyro (Agnidus) and Anemo (Vayuda) gems already have the same names as the Hindu gods so that was easy. The Electro gemstone Vajrada is named after a sword but it belongs to Indra, God of Weather, Rain and Storms.

That just left me with Cryo (Shivada), Geo (Prithiva) and Dendro (Nagadus). Ishana is the God of Birth, so I'll assign him Dendro. Kubera is the God of Fortune which is Geo because Mora.

Now Cryo is a bit puzzling, because it's named after Shiva, who in Java and Bali Hinduism is actually the direction in the center. Some crazy implications here for our buddy the Tsaritsa because Shiva is the God of Destruction within the Trimurti, a trinity of deities. The other two are Brahma, God of Creation and Vishnu, God of Preservation.

In Java Hinduism, Brahma and Vishnu would correspond to the directions Zenith (South) and Nadir (North). Whether this is hinting at something about the nature of the Tsaritsa is unclear. When you see Three Deities you think Moon Sisters, right? However, we can't rule out the possibility that Genshin decided to mix these deities up. Let's just spare ourselves the headache for now and forget about this. This is a Fischl analysis after all.

So instead, let's have a look at the Cryo gemstone's original name in Chinese. The stone is simply called Grieving Ice.

哀叙冰玉: Grieving Ice

Since Nirriti is the God of Sorrow, I decided to assign them Cryo. Now we are left with one deity, Yama: The God of Justice and Death. Well, it can't be Hydro, because we already assigned them to a God. So it has to be someone else.

Fischl's title is the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Which translates into Princess of Judgement. According to Legend of the Shattered Halberd and F's voicelines, Fischl's role was to act as a judge.

More About Fischl: I To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of the infinite Immernachtreich. This is the birthright of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and her burden. None may gainsay it.

What's interesting is that Fischl uses magical arrows to shoot down the "enemies of fate".

About Us: Shooting Down the World Beast Should this world, like a beast prowling in the night, covet your dreams, then I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, shall fell it with my ensorcelled arrows of judgment!

Feelings About Ascension: Intro My magic arrow cries out my holy name as it streaks through the night, praying that the violet lightning of retribution shall strike the enemies of fate down from the skies!

On the 8-pointed star, there's an arrow pointing upwards. Kaeya, Clothar and Halfdan's stars on their outfits and even F herself have the arrow pointing downwards.

The achievement you get when you find this door is called "Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here". Which is a reference to the entrance to Hell in Dante's Inferno.

The Immernachtreich is described as a place where all things will eventually flow into. Immernachtreich literally translates into Eternal Night Realm…

Flowers for Princess Fischl: Phantasmagoria Every good, bright and noble thing must eventually fall to inexorable entropic destruction, and the final destination of the universe is the realm-in-waiting of the Prinzessin, Immernachtreich. This is the fate of all worlds, of the universe, and all who live in it.

In the Immernachtreich Apokalypse, Leon calls Fischl the Soteria.

Soteria means salvation, preservation. It's used as an epithet for Persephone and Hecate. Persephone was forcibly made Queen of the Underworld, and Hecate is also known as the Goddess of the Underworld and Witchcraft…

Look, I don't want to claim Fischl was the secret 8th Archon or anything, because lest we forget Khaenri'ah was a godless nation who would've been Fischl's enemies. But why then would Khaenri'ah have this giant star referencing the 8 deities as their emblem in the first place? Seems a bit counterintuitive. I don't have the answers for now, and perhaps the 8th "archon" was simply Irmin. Or maybe it's not even representing a god but an element or a direction.

Regarding Oz, he is a not so subtle reference to Odin/Irmin but is also a reference to the Wizard of Oz. In the first book, it was revealed this wizard was literally just some guy pretending to be powerful. Eventually Oz starts working as an advisor for the true ruler of Oz, Princess Ozma, who is the inspiration behind Fischl. We'll get back to that later.

This Oz's full name is Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs. OZ is actually short for Oscar Zoroaster. Zoroaster is referenced in Flowers for Princess Fischl.

In a distant causality, if the philosopher Zarathustra was not chosen, then the opera writer would have gained victory in the contest over the will of the world.

This does make you wonder if Irmin really was the true ruler of Khaenri'ah and if he even existed the way we believe he did. Perhaps Fischl got Irminsnapped and now everyone believes Irmin was always the One-Eyed King.

Of course this is all my personal speculation and I could be way off here.

Wait, before we move on to next section, I want to point out something that always gets ignored:

Kaeya and Mona, when they cast their bursts, summon the same 8-pointed star. This is unique to them alone. Could there be a connection between Khaenri'ah and witchcraft? Or is either Kaeya or Mona an outlier?

PART 3: HEXENZIRKEL

In the trailer Mage's Teaparty, there are eight witches shown. However, we only know the names of six witches, and there is a chair missing at the table.

There is a slideshow where the figures of the eight witches are shown, minus Andersdottir who is represented by the book The Boar Princess.

Observe the witch on the broom and the little witch. The design of the little witch is similar to the design of a famous fictional character who got pulled into another world: Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz books.

Dorothy is illustrated as having twin tails and wearing a farm girl dress. Dorothy's character was influenced by the character Alice, from the Wonderland books.

Originally I assumed Alice Genshin might be based on book Alice. However, it's the Narzissenkreuz quest that's based on the Wonderland books and Mary-Ann who takes the role of Alice.

With that in mind, could Alice Genshin actually be more of a Dorothy inspired character instead?

Now, Dorothy had a very good friend, called Princess Ozma. Ozma seems to be the inspiration behind Fischl.

So who is Ozma? I only have the Wiki to go on because I'm not about to read 40 books, but by the sound of it, Ozma is the current ruler of the realm of Oz. She is the daughter of a human king and a Fairy Queen. Her mother Lurline was the one who created Oz and turned it into a Fairy country.

Ozma took it one step further and separated Oz entirely from the outer realms making it invisible to outsiders. Everyone who enters Oz never ages.

If you're an F main I'm sure you know by now Fischl created another universe and founded paradise.

Now I want you to take a look at the witches portrayed in these circles. There are two witches holding a sphere. In F's cutscene from the Summertime Odyssey event, she is also holding a sphere which contains the Immernachtreich which you can see in the header image of this post and below.

You might think a glowing sphere represents a crystal ball to scry in, but that poses a problem since known prophet Barbeloth is probably represented by the witch holding a waterdrop, which is Hydromancy. So the glowing sphere might not necessarily mean a prophetess.

As for the identity of the other witch with the globe, I believe this could be Alice, since she was the one who created the domain/dreamscape of the Veluriyam Mirage. It could also be Rhinedottir who is creating something in a flask.

So Orb = Domain/Realm/Creation

Furthermore F's specialty food is Die Heilige Sinfonie, which has a Magic Hexagram painted on top… (Die Heilige Sinfonie translates into The Holy Symphony.) As mentioned before, the Sommernachtgarten could only be created by someone with great magical powers…

Magic Circles is Ceremonial or Arcane Magic, and according to a note left by Master Ruggiero in Bravais' study, Arcane Arts originated from a pre-Remurian civilization.

So someone must have taught humans magic. Might sound obvious, but it begs the question of WHO?

PART 4: FREYJA

To answer this question we need to dip our toes into Norse mythology. As you know, Odin is Irmin.

There was a war between two groups of gods: the Aesir and the Vanir.

Eventually they had enough and decided to exchange hostages as a peace offering. The goddess Freyja, originally part of the Vanir, joined the Aesir which would be Odin's group. As a sacrificial priestess, she was the one who taught the Aesir dark magic, which included seeing into the future. The implication here then is that Odin was taught black magic by Freyja.

This magic is known as seiðr. Seiðr is derived from *soi-to- which means rope/string. The distaff, a tool used for spinning wool, is associated with dark magic. There are images of women riding distaffs as a broom, similar to a witch riding a broomstick. To quote the Wiki: "In any case, the string relates to the "threads of fate", that the Nornir spin, measure, and cut. " Wait, that sounds familiar:

F, joining the party voice line: The threads of your fate lie in my hands!

Scholars suspect Freyja is the same person as Gullveig who was involved in the Aesir-Vanir war. Gullveig was attacked by the Aesir with spears; she died and was reborn three times. When Fischl tried to visit the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight she was also attacked by its people and "shed her blood on the sacred emblem" whatever that means. It was Oz who saved her, pledging his loyalty to her.

Freyja sometimes is conflated with another goddess named Frigg. There has been much debate whether or not these two goddesses stem from the same deity. Frigg is part of the Aesir and usually Odin's wife.

I mention this because in the book Hex and Hound, one of the characters is named after Frigg: Nottfrigga. This book is about two twin witches sharing the same body. In the book we find out that they were the daughters of a powerful witch, but witches are unable to keep more than one offspring of the same generation. This led to Nottfrigga's twin sister Magdalene eventually dying, and her using magic to sustain her sister inside a magic bracelet.

In Norse mythology, Nott is the personification of night. Nott's father is named Narfi. This really got my attention, because Fischl's full name is Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort. (Fischl of the Castle in the Sky Narfidort.)

In the Hexenzirkel teaser, every witch is represented by a teacup (or in the case of Andersdottir, an inkbottle) but the saucer next to Nicole's teacup is empty. Since this saucer belongs to the same teaset this could mean one of the missing witches is Nicole's twin sister or a relative.

So what could Fischl's role be in all this? Perhaps she's one of the twin sisters, or their mother. Perhaps she's even an ancestor. ...Or completely unrelated to them and I'm full of shit.

PART 5: THE HARBINGERS

F's theme shares a leitmotief with the Fatui Harbingers theme.

F's theme: Sieh an, mein Sommernachtgarten! Signora's theme: Saltatio Favillae

Obviously this means Fischl is Capitano.

Composers don't do these things by accident. This is hinting at something. Either Fischl is connected to the Harbingers, was/is one of the Harbingers, or she is indeed the Tsaritsa.

Which is not as crazy as it sounds.

In Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl possessed someone else's body. And if she is Freyja's equivalent, who died three times, then it's possible she could've been reborn as someone else. In the book, it was Mir who summoned Fischl into Weiyang's body and sacrificed his eye to appease her. Pierro is working for the Tsaritsa and has his right eye covered for reasons unknown. Having been a royal mage who would have had access to Khaenri'ah's restricted library, perhaps it was Pierro who summoned Fischl into the Tsaritsa's body.

The Tsaritsa is collecting the seven Gnoses, Fischl had to collect seven of the nine Ominous Swords to repair the Divine Halberd, which would be herself. She already had two of them in her possession… Could also be that the Tsaritsa is trying to revive her. This would imply Fischl is the Third Descender. Since she came from another world, this is not impossible.

The Fisher King, Fischl's possible namesake, was struck with a wound that could only be healed by a "pure fool" who would ask him the right question. ...Fatui is Latin for fools. If the Tsaritsa really is/is possessed by Fischl, then creating an organization of fools starts to make sense: the fools are her saviors.

This could also connect to the empty 10th seat within the Harbingers. The vacant spot could be a reference to the Siege Perilous, which was an empty seat reserved for the one successful in obtaining the Holy Grail by way of saving the Fisher King.

Usually this is accomplished by Percival, who later finds out his mother is the sister of the Fisher King. In the story, Percival keeps failing to return to the kingdom of the Holy Grail since it is an otherworldly place. Does that not remind you of Kaeya trying to find Khaenri'ah but failing halfway through?

Going back to Princess Ozma, an evil witch cast a spell on her that turned her into a little boy named Tippetarius. This was done to prevent Ozma from ascending to the throne. Tip was unaware of his true identity until he was transformed back into Ozma.

tippet /tĭp′ĭt/ noun A covering for the shoulders, as of fur, with long ends that hang in front.

As noted in The Marvelous Land of Oz, Chapter 23, Tip has brown colored skin.

…Kaeya, blink twice if you need help.

As a staunch hater of things that don't make sense, I highly doubt this means Kaeya is Fischl; the game would never go there. Perhaps being "Fischl" is simply hinting towards the fact that he will become one of the Fisher Kings.

That would certainly explain this random hangout ending.

Now, here's where things get really crazy.

Remember Anfortas? The Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter who took over as regent after Irmin became indisposed? At the time of writing, Anfortas's fate remains unknown.

As said before, Anfortas is the name of the Fisher King in Arthurian legends. Fischl's name might've been a nod to that.

But it gets weirder.

T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land combines Arthurian legends with the legend of the Fisher King. In it, he associates the Fisher King with the tarot card Three of Staves.

The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself.

…We have seen this symbol somewhere before. On the constellation wheel of the Fatui Harbingers. By process of elimination this constellation belongs to Il Capitano.

👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE KAEYA'S NEXT TOP GRANDPA 🎉

Kidding of course, but I doubt this is a coincidence. This doesn't necessarily mean they are the same person, maybe Capitano simply mindmelded with Anfortas. It's a fantasy game, everything is possible at this point.

Wait a minute… three nails, three deaths… Uhhh maybe Fischl really did turn into Capitano.

👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE PRINCESS DIANA'S NEXT REINCARNATION 👸🏼

PART 6: THE THIEF AND THE MAGE

Alright, for this section I want us to keep in mind the following things:

Fischl is a fallen star

Fischl may have been a mage

Fischl could be connected to Irmin and thus Khaenri'ah

The play of the Veluriyam Mirage is written by Zosimos. This play stars Kaeya as a Thief, Klee as a Mage and Idyia as a last minute heroine added to the story.

You see, Zosimos originally wanted to write a story based on rumors he'd heard about a thief and a mage. This means the play might not be entirely fictional. The problem is that Zosimos combined Idyia's backstory with the story of the Thief and the Mage, making it hard to tell which bits belong to Thief's story.

We know at least that Alice was the mage who helped Idyia. But what about the Mage who helped the Thief? Who was she? Could it have been Alice or someone else?

For that we need to consider the character Kaeya was playing. It's unknown who he is, but if Klee was playing her mom then it stands to reason Kaeya must've been playing someone connected to him. Before you get excited, this does not necessarily mean someone related to him by blood. Could also just be someone from Khaenri'ah. Heck, we don't even know the gender of the mage, for all we know they could've been a man.

Now, the soundtrack that plays during Kaeya's part is called Towers of Afrasiab. This name has come up before. In the play of Kaeya's hangout, the character he plays opposite of is called Frasiyav. The location of the Khaenri'ahn door is called Hangeh Afrasiyab.

I personally suspect Afrasiyab is either Irmin or the founder of Khaenri'ah.

Afrasiyab is a character from the Persian epic, the Shahnameh. Afrasiyab lived in an underground iron palace held up by hundreds of columns. (If you look at the architecture in Hangeh Afrasiyab, you'll see little reliefs of men holding up a ceiling above them.) Afrasiyab lacked the divine royal glory known as Khvarena and was obsessed with obtaining it. In the play they say Frasiyav lost because he lacked the blessing of god…

I mean it can't get any more obvious than that. So this could mean the dude from Kaeya's hangout was Irmin. Which does raise a bunch of questions, such as who is the identity of the Prince in this play? And why were they at war?

Should be noted in the hangout's play, Frasiyav offered hostages as a peace offering. Kind of reminds me of the war between the Aesir and Vanir… Also, Kaeya's character Prince Qubad is based on Siyavash who eventually married into Afrasiyab's family…

Towers of Afrasiyab then could refer to Khaenri'ah. In the Veluriyam play, the Thief is also from a dark realm. I hesitate making the assumption that this guy is Irmin or Kaeya's pirate grandpa so I will refer to him as simply the Thief.

In the play, the Thief witnesses a shooting star falling from the sky and follows it. However, what he finds is not a star but a young woman. Well, we know Fischl was also a star that fell down. And we know Fischl visited the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight and got bodied for her efforts. Oz took her under his wings and saved her life.

If the Thief encountered the Mage this way it would explain why the Mage helped him as a way to repay him. Perhaps the Mage taught him Arcane arts or helped him protect the "Dark Realm", who knows?

If this Mage really was Fischl and the Thief someone connected or related to Kaeya it would explain why Fischl and Kaeya seem to be connected.

About Kaeya F: His nature is obscure, his fate a mystery, and his speech a vexing tapestry woven of both fact and fiction… Perhaps he and I share the burden of mystical sight…

About Fischl  Kaeya: Hmm? You think Fischl having one eye covered is very fitting given her title of Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Hahaha, if that's the case, that must also make me a descendant of some kind of former royal lineage, no?

Furthermore, in Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl's partner in crime, the man who summoned her, is named Mir. This is a reference to Mimir, the severed head from Norse mythology who acted as an advisor to Odin.

Mr. Nine states Fischl was attracted to Mir… and that Oz was more of a familiar of Fischl.

In Wagner's opera Der Ring des Nibelungen, Mimir is known as Mime, the brother of Alberich.

....😮‍💨

Well, I have to say, even after all of that, I am completely stumped. If anyone knows what's going on, let me know, because I for one would love to know WHAT'S GOING ON FOR ONCE. GIVE IT UP FOR KNOWING WHAT'S GOING ON

[lesbians4armand]

it really is time i made a masterlist of my character playlists so here we go

(catergorised by fandom)

- Vampire Chronicles

• The Vampire Armand (general playlist- any songs that reminded me of him)

• Second Armand playlist with exclusively Ethel Cain

• Amadeo of Venice (specifically amadeo coded songs)

• Andrei Ivanovich (young bookmand)

• Riccardo di Napoli (Riccardo playlist who cheered!! I dont think he is canonically Neapolitan but he is To Me)

• Rashid!Armand

• Showmand exclusive playlist

• Bookmand exclusive playlist

• Daniel Molloy (tried to go quite 80s with what he may have been listening to but not exclusive)

• Old Maniel

• Armandaniel/Devil’s Minion

• Lestat de Lioncourt

• The Rockstar Lestat (songs I believe Lestat may perform in his rockstar era)

• Lesmand

• Claudeleine (i love those lesbians i can’t help it)

• The Queen of the Damned (deeply book specific, in a particular order that matches the events of the book)

• AMC IWTV S2 (again, in a very particular order that follows the events of the season)

• Loumand (failmarriage of all time)

- Inception

• Robert Fischer (the girls that get it, get it)

• Dom Cobb

• Mal Cobb

• Eames

- Batman

• Jonathan Crane

• Jonathan Crane (exclusively goth version)

- Peaky Blinders

• Tommy (girlcoded)

• AlfieTommy

- ASOIAF

• Sansa Stark

• Alicent Hightower

• JonSatin

- Misc / Other

• Hannibal (NBC show)

• Kitten Braden (really a playlist for the whole film Breakfast on Pluto but yeah)

• Robert Capa (Sunshine 2007)

• Jim (28 Days Later 2002)

• Disco Pigs (2001)

• Billy/Frank (The Punisher 2017)

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Ahhhhhhhh omg you're so right!

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

the french exit | chapter 04

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice is a lonely rich girl whose biggest fear is to become a lonely rich woman. ever since they moved to paris, her fiancé doesn’t seem to be interested in her anymore. so alice decides to find comfort in the arms of another man. warnings: cheating; angst; smut; i have never been to france; minors dni.

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Chapter 04 | Cherry

“I fall to pieces 

when I'm with you, 

I fall to pieces”

“Hello, chérie!” Rose and Robert McConnell, David’s parents, were visiting. Rose was wearing a red bonnet hat and a beige Celine trench coat. They were meeting at a tourist trap bistro that Rose loved. Alice and her fiancé arrived early, the bistro was filled with people, but there was a palpable sense of loneliness that hung in the air. The couple sat together, but their eyes were empty, their conversation forced. Even after the future in-laws sat together, the younger couple’s smiles were strained, as if they were struggling to find joy in the melancholic atmosphere.

“So… How’s life in Paris?” “How is the business doing?” Rose and Robert asked at the same time, respectively. David was playing with his food and didn’t bother looking up, Alice answered then.

“Life is good. Business is good.”

David giggled at that and every other eye at the table turned to him, who sat straight upon realizing he shifted the attention to himself.

“Everything is great.” He reassured his parents. “Now tell us about you guys, is this a second honeymoon or something?”

Rose and Robert looked at each with worried expressions.

“Something like that, yes.” Robert said, still looking at his wife.

Rose McConnell and Caroline Fischer have been best friends since they were 13. They have never lied or hid anything from one another. They raised their children together and when Alice and David inevitably fell in love, they planned a big spring wedding and a long line of grandchildren. They were over the moon when David finally proposed a few years later. So when Alice called her mother complaining about feeling lonely, Caroline would immediately call Rose to relay the gossip. The incessant complaints worried the two friends and they decided the best thing to do was to pay a visit to the young couple and assert just exactly how big the issue was.

“We’re worried about the two of you. You look so… So sad.” Rose said carefully. “What is happening, kids? I can barely recognize the two of you!”

Alice feels a chill down her spine and her mind hurries her to give an excuse. She remembers how she used to be. How they used to be. Young, in love and overly optimistic. They had the whole world and were ready to take it.

“It’s just…” She starts, stuttering. “It's France! Everybody is always either angry or sad here, or both. I guess we just need some time to get used to it.” David had an unreadable look on his face, he held out his hand in Alice's direction, who immediately took it. He kissed her hand and held it for the rest of the brunch.

“Yes, we’re having a hard time adapting to the culture. I didn’t want to admit it, it’s a bit embarrassing.” David spoke in a monotone voice.

“Nonsense!” Robert said, laughing. "That 's normal, son. But once everything is settled with the company, and after the wedding, you guys will go back home. Where you two belong.”

“I hope you didn’t come all the way here just for that.” David says to his father.

“Oh, no!” Rose laughs, feeling relieved already after believing Alice’s lie. “We are having a second honeymoon, yes! We’re going to Nice tomorrow, and then Monaco!”

The rest of the brunch went smoothly and Rose hugged both of them tightly before saying goodbye. David and Alice stayed at the bistro for a couple more drinks before deciding to go back home. Their shared apartment looked bigger and colder each passing day. Neither of them was spending much time there recently, it was almost like nobody actually lived there.

“So,” David says, throwing his coat on the couch. “You think we need some time to get used to France?” He’s smirking but his humor doesn't meet his eyes.

“What are you implying?” Alice feels angry, standing tall by the doorway in her Jimmy Choo heels and tightly holding her Hermès handbag, as if she’s ready to run away at any moment.

“We have to talk at some point, Alice.” David sits on the couch and taps the seat on his side, motioning for Alice to sit beside him. She refuses and continues to stand by the door. They’ve been like that for a couple of weeks. It’s hard to remember the last time they shared the same bed. 

“I don't want to talk.” Tears start streaming down Alice’s eyes.

“So we continue to ignore what’s happening?” David had his hands on his face, his voice muffled, when he looks back at her, his face is red and he’s crying too.

“You heard your parents.” Alice feels her voice sounding like a little child. She cries harder at that. “Once everything is settled with the company, and after the wedding, we’ll go back home. And everything will be fine.”

“You’re in denial” David yells.

“You don't love me anymore?”

“Of course I love you! I just don’t know how to make you happy.” He’s still yelling and Alice drops to her knee in front of him, she holds his hand and looks deep into his eyes.

“Come home, David. Stay with me. Spend time with. That’s how you make me happy.” She’s desperate, Alice feels like she’s going crazy, begging him for something she’s not even sure she wants.

“Okay. Okay, love. Don't cry.” David kisses her forehead hoping to calm her down. They take deep breaths in each other's arms. “I’ll come home. I promise.”

He doesn't. He continues to spend his weekends and off days everywhere but home. They continue to avoid each other, only speaking when extremely necessary. So Alice went back to Kylian, as she got used to, and turned his bed into her personal oasis.

"Which one?” 

Kylian shows her two different pairs of sneakers and Alice picks one. He’s dressing up to a marketing event for the club and the blonde woman lying in his bed watches him in admiration.

“You’re beautiful.” Alice says, smiling.

“Don't say things like that.” Kylian laughs, throwing a pillow at her. “You know I can't stay.” He goes to her on the bed and gives her a peck on the lips. “I’ll take care of you when I come home, I promise.”

He always kept his promises. Alice waited for him on the couch, watching some random tv show, and as soon as he walked in the door, late at night, he carried her to bed. Kylian got rid of their clothes before they reached the bedroom. He’s hard and Alice puts her hand on his member, feeling him, how big he is. She feels desperate to have him inside of her.

“With your other hand.” Kylian says, moaning.

“No, can’t. The ring is going to hurt you.”

“Then do it slowly. I want to see.”

The bedroom is being illuminated by the moonlight, making her diamond ring shine bright on her hand. As she touches him, her fingers become coated with his precum. They both admire the view. The sigh is filthy, obscene. It only makes them hornier, hungrier for each other. It doesn't take long and they’re kissing again, Kylian holds her in his lap and Alice guides his cock, having him where he belongs. Inside of her, fucking her.

“So deep.” She’s moaning incoherently.

“Yeah? Keep talking, baby.”

Kylian is focused, his eyes glued on where their bodies meet, his hands on her hips, pushing her into himself.

“You’re so big, Kyky. I feel so full.”

“You like it?” He kisses her neck, her ear. “Is my baby happy?”

“Yes. Yes.” 

Their movements become faster, erratic. 

“I want to…” Kylian closes his eyes, trying to focus. “I want to.” He doesn't know how to ask for what he really wants. “Alice, baby, you’re…” Mine. Mine. Mine. Is all he can think of. She hears it, somehow, she’s thinking about it too. 

“You can do whatever you want.” Alice says in between kisses. “Whatever you want.” 

Kylian bites her. Her lips, her neck, the side of her breasts. He turns her and she’s lying on her stomach. He enters her again and slaps her ass. He’s trying to mark her, trying to show her. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Good girl. That 's right. You’re taking me so well.”

She’s on all fours and Kylian continues his mission, distributing love bites all over her back. She cums hard, her legs shaking. Kylian has to hold her up as he continues to fuck her. Alice tries to say something, but she can’t find the right words. Her brain and body feels like gelatin after her orgasm.

“What is it, baby?” Kylian pulled her closer, listening carefully. “Just ask me and I’ll give it to you. Anything."

“Cum on my face, please. Please.”

He has to hold back, stopping abruptly, not to cum right at that moment. Kylian grants her wish with great pleasure. Painting her beautiful face in white. Mine. Mine. Mine. The next day Alice wakes up with Kylian giving her soft kisses. From the bed, she looks out the window. Winter is dying outside and that realization worries her.

“The weather is changing.” She speaks, still half asleep. There’s something left unsaid. Spring is coming.

“We’re running out of time.” Kylian says and Alice feels like she’s been punched in the gut. He sees the pain in her face and looks worried at her. “What?” He gives a dry laugh, humorless. “You don’t expect me to continue this after you marry another man, do you?”

Alice takes a second to process what he said. Suddenly, she becomes enraged. She gets up, pointing a finger to his face.

“You…” She’s seeing red. “You don’t care about me, do you? Fuck! You never did.” She’s accusing him, even though she doesn't know exactly what crime he committed that she didn’t commit as well. “You’re just using me!”

“How can you say that?” Kylian sits up on the bed, not fully understanding what’s going on.

“You’re so… You’re so… Selfish! Fuck you, Kylian.”

“What the fuck. Don't talk to me like that. You don’t get to call me selfish. Everybody else in the world says that about me, but you can't. Not you. I was never selfish with you.”

They stare at each other in disbelief, both yelling.

“This was always some sort of kink to you.” Alice looks disgusted at him. “Some sort of twisted one sided competition that you created in your head and you actually think you’re winning.” She feels like her head is about to explode. She closes her eyes trying to collect herself.

“I'm winning.” Kylian yells harshly. “Look at where you are. I won already. And it’s not one sided, baby.”

“He doesn’t even know about you.” Alice whispers, crying.

Kylian takes a deep breath and stares at his phone, he’ll be late to practice if he doesn't get up soon. He doesn’t know what to do, or what caused the fight.

“I’m taking a shower.” He gets up, speaking softly now, no longer angry. He tries to touch her shoulder but she recoils. “We can talk when I come out.”

When Alice hears the water running she puts on her clothes and walks out. For a while that’s all she does, just walking and walking and walking. A couple hours later, when she’s tired and out of breath, she sits at a café. On her phone there’s a notification. Alice lights up a cigarette as she reads the messages.

k.mbappe  you have been using me too this whole time it’s not just me don’t act like you’re better than me alice answer me you don’t get to just walk out like this answer me

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All Grown Up:

Summary: The Kazansky and Kerner’s watch their daughters graduate from High School.

🚨warnings🚨: fluff, soft Slider and Iceman moments.

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In honor of our baby Mousey graduating HS in a few weeks!

It was a hot afternoon in May on the Miramar base that the Kazansky family were currently stationed at.

Ice and Dragon couldn’t be more proud of their daughters as the couple and the Kerner’s sat by one another to watch this big moment in their children’s lives.

The tight friendship between their parents had been carried on to the Kazansky sisters and the Kerner girl.

When both women were told that they had a low chance to have a baby, it pained them to know that they wouldn’t be able to experience the same things as other couples on the base.

But by what seems like a wish upon a shooting star, within a month of each other, Rachael and Jade found out that they were pregnant.

Tom and Ron were very helpful during the pregnancies and tried to be there for every appointment and when the men couldn’t, the women would be each others support systems.

They were all thankful for this day, the girls because they could finally follow in their parents footsteps and join the Navy and the couples because it showed that their babies were growing up.

The girls were all dressed in their official Navy Officer uniforms, hair slicked back in the mandatory bun, and the Navy chords laying on the back of their necks.

Nerves shot up their backs as they waited in the line before walking out to the football stadium that held the awaiting parents.

Baylie Kazansky, the eldest, started the hand holding train with the two other girls behind her. As the leader, she made sure to care for the younger two.

Raven was in the middle and the youngest of the group, the older girls protected her at all cost and wouldn’t let anyone hurt their Mousey.

Last but not least, was Amanda Kerner. The only child of Slider and Whiskey, but saw the Kazansky’s as her second family.

All the girls had ‘graduated’ in the second semester of the school year and gone to bootcamp between then and now.

Today made it official and would get their diplomas that they worked so hard for during the four years of high school they finished.

The music started and the line moved to the door, one by one all the students came outside and sat in order, just like they practiced earlier in the day.

A speech was made by the Salutatorian before the Principal and the Vice Principal made their own.

A moment of silence was announced for the Military members present and who had passed then the Valedictorian made his speech.

More time passed before the Principal started to call the names of students.

As the last of the surnames that started with J’s were called up to the stage, Baylie buzzed with excitement and squeezed Raven’s hand, who in which returned it and did the same to Amanda.

“Baylie Ann Kazansky,” Mr. Simpson called and with one last squeeze, Bay started her walk to the stairs that attached to the stage.

Thinking quickly she jumped in the air on the last step and did a little heel click, a smile on her face after she stuck the landing.

She heard the shouts of her family as she shook her Principal and the Vice Principal’s hand as she held the diploma and the photographer took the picture.

At the end of the stairs stood a junior who handed her a red carnation with a silver ribbon tied in a bow around the stem.

She was just barely to her seat before her sister was called. “Raven Alice Kazansky-Fischer.” Mouse, as her nickname suggests, shyly took the stage and did the same as the many students before her.

Seeing her older sister cause chaos, just like her mother and aunt would’ve done, decided to also do something.

So, with a half-assed plan created, she slid down the bannister and almost fell on her face.

Amanda Kerner was known for being clumsy, often falling over her own feet, so why would today be any different.

“Amanda Louise Kerner.” She stood up and started to make her way to the stage, glancing up into the bleachers to find her family. Once she did, she gave a small smile and held her head up high.

When she was on the last step she missed and almost fell flat on her face, but at the last second saved herself.

Amanda started to laugh and her face heated up a little embarrassed about the whole thing as she walked up to the Principal and copy the hundreds before her.

After she had her carnation in hand, made her way back to her seat as the next student was announced.

The three girls scooted the chairs closer and held hands again, this time their achievements in the other as they all waited for the rest of the students to be called.

Ron and Jade both could see her body move with giggles and her face flushed a light pink as their daughter took the diploma.

Tom lightly smacked Ron’s shoulder as he laughed at his niece.

The Kerner parents have no idea where their daughter’s clumsiness comes from, both steady on land and in air, but they always had a good laugh about it.

Often making jokes and sharing the moments with Tom and Rachael.

Both couples did this with their children and the hilarious memories that would forever be remembered.

It only took seconds before the laughter turned into tears as they cheered or whistled for their children.

Proud was not the word that could describe this experience, because they all felt like that wasn’t the right one to use.

Both couples felt more than proud for their children, but didn’t know if there was a word to explain how much.

After the last student was called, another speech was made and then the Principal said the sentence that the girls and the couples were waiting for, “Please give a round of applause for the graduating class of 2017! You may move the tassel from the right to the left!”

One by one starting from the closest to the stage, all the lines of students started to exit and were free to find their families.

Ron, being the tall giraffe man that he is, spotted the girls first and guided the others to the recent graduates.

He didn’t wait for his daughter to see him, immediately pulling her into a bear hug and squeezing tighter when he feels her jump, a chuckle vibrates through his chest.

He knows that she realizes who it is after the chuckle, and turns around in his arms to hug him back.

Jade joins not too long afterwards, wanting the father and daughter to have a moment just for them.

Soon Ron lets go for the same reason as his wife, a special moment shared between a mother and a daughter.

More tears are shed as the embrace continues before Jade eventually brakes it, too choked up for words.

Ron stands in front of his little baby, tears gathering at his eyes as he looks at her in the Navy Dress Blues and sees a younger version of her mother.

He lightly punches her chin and whispers, “Here’s looking at you kid.” Amanda sniffles, tears threatening to fall again as she softly punches his chest, “Here’s looking at you dad.”

Ron pulls her into another hug, wanting this moment to freeze in time.

The Kazansky’s are too lost in their own little world to pay attention to the Kerner’s.

Baylie, the daddy’s girl she is, runs to Tom first. His callsign might be ‘Iceman’ but right now, his ice cold persona is gone for his beautiful daughters.

He pulls away slightly and kisses her forehead, “Come home to me, Bay.”

Baylie reaches up to her father’s forehead barely in her tippy-toes, gives him a soft head-butt and whispers back, “Always.”

He doesn’t stop the tears, nor would he want to. Both crying freely as they hug each other tight.

“You’re tarnishing the Iceman name, you know.” She chuckles.

“Right now Bay, I could care less about that, not while I have you in my arms.”

A short amount of time passes before Raven is in his arms.

“Keep me in your heart,” Tom murmurs into her hair.

“Keep me in your mind,” Raven replied into his chest as she squeezed him impossibly tight, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t want to ever let go, so blessed to have a moment like this to share and remember as the years go by.

He never thought he’d get to experience his children’s birth, so he was beyond happy to see them graduate.

Rachael lays her cheek against Raven’s head as the two hug, tears falling from her eyes to the young woman’s hair.

Raven was in no better shape than her mother, tears running down her face as they hugged.

After a couple of minutes went by, seeing that Bay and Tom were finishing their little father-daughter moment, she reluctantly let go. “I’m beyond proud of you my little Mouse.” “I’m proud to be your daughter, biological or not.”

Rachael couldn’t hold the gates and started to cry again, but soon was hugged by her eldest. “You know that we’ll always be your little girls right?”

Rachael petted Bay’s hair, followed by a kiss, “I know, I know. It’s just hard to believe that our babies are so grown up.”

Bay didn’t respond, just squeezed her tighter. All the words needed exchanged between them through the embrace.

The memory etched into her minds eye forever.

Individual family moments over, the two families came together and celebrated the girls’ graduation with hugs and ‘I’m so proud of you’s.’

They all took turns taking pictures of each families before asking someone passing by to take a group.

With that done, they all hopped into their cars and headed over to Top Gun where their Aunts and Uncles were gathered and ready to see the Graduates.

When they arrived they were all bombarded with open arms, food and drinks, and ‘congratulations!’

The girls could tell by the warmth and smiles that these strong and brave men and women they’ve known their whole lives were just as proud as their parents.

The girls knew that their support system was always going to be there for every accomplishment they go through and couldn’t be more happy by that fact.

And as the years go by, more and more memories were created and photographed so they could all look back and relive the moments and the feelings they all shared.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw

🏷️ list:

[chishiyasan]

FIC RECS

animanga

ALICE IN BORDERLAND

• chishiya shuntaro x reader

• niragi suguru x reader

ATTACK ON TITAN

• levi ackerman x reader

• reiner braun x reader

JUJUTSU KAISEN

• gojo satoru x reader

• kamo choso x reader

• geto suguru x reader

TOKYO REVENGERS

• sano manjiro x reader

• kokonoi hajime x reader

• ryuguji ken x reader

ONE PIECE

• roronoa zoro

other

CILLIAN MURPHY MISC

• tommy shelby x reader

• jonathan crane x reader

• william killick x reader

• henry wilson x reader

• robert fischer x reader

• raymond leon x reader

• lenny miller x reader

• jackson rippner x reader

• emmett x reader

GOTHAM (series)

• edward nygma x reader

NORMAN REEDUS MISC

• daryl dixon x reader

• murphy macmanus x reader

STRANGER THINGS

• eddie munson x reader

• steve harrington x reader

QUEEN (band)

• roger taylor x reader

[mischievouslittlecreature]

dkjhgkdshgdsvg

Alice is demisexual and I headcanon Robert as bi, so this tracks 😂

Inception is about a team where none of them is straight or probably the only straight is a dead psycho woman.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 11.25

Beer Birthdays

Carry Nation; temperance nut job, terrorist (1846)

Gustave Pabst (1866)

Bob Leggett (1953)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Poul Anderson; writer (1926)

Christina Applegate; actor (1971)

Paul Desmond; jazz saxophonist (1924)

P.D. Eastman; writer (1909)

Virgil Thomson; composer (1896)

Famous Birthdays

Nat Adderley; trumpet player (1931)

Alice Ambrose; philosopher and logician (1906)

Winthrop Ames; director and screenwriter (1870)

Karl Benz; German engineer, inventor (1844)

Marc Brown; author and illustrator (1946)

Alfred Capus; French journalist, author, and playwright (1858)

Andrew Carnegie; businessman (1835)

Cris Carter; Minnesota Vikings WR (1965)

Katie Cassidy; actres (1986)

Chris Claremont; English-American author (1950)

Gail Collins; journalist and author (1945)

Kathryn Crosby; actress and singer (1933)

Maurice Denis; French painter (1870)

Bucky Dent; New York Yankess SS (1951)

Lope de Vega; Spanish playwright and poet (1562)

Joe DiMaggio; New York Yankees OF (1914)

Lars Eighner; author (1948)

Takayo Fischer; actress and singer (1932)

Jill Flint; actress (1977)

Roelof Frankot; Dutch painter and photographer (1911)

Shelagh Fraser; English actress (1920)

Mark Frost; author and screenwriter (1953)

Kate Gleason; engineer (1865)

Amy Grant; pop singer (1960)

Harley Granville-Barker; British actor and director (1877)

Franz Xaver Gruber; Austrian organist and composer (1787)

Charlaine Harris; author and poet (1951)

Jill Hennessy; Canadian actor (1968)

Stephanie Hsu; actress (1990)

Jeffrey Hunter; actor (1926)

Ilja Hurník; Czech composer and playwright (1922)

Ba Jin; Chinese writer (1904)

Albert Henry Krehbiel; painter and illustrator (1873)

John Larriquette; actor (1947)

Bob Lind; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1942)

Peg Lynch; actress and screenwriter (1916)

Donovan McNabb; Philadelphia Eagles QB (1976)

Ricardo Montalban; actor (1920)

Lenny Moore; Baltimore Colts HB (1933)

Bill Morrissey; singer-songwriter (1951)

Patrick Nagel; artist, illustrator (1945)

Noel Neill; actress (1920)

Herschel Savage; porn actor (1952)

Mary Anne Schimmelpenninck; English author and activist (1778)

Ernst Schröder; German mathematician (1841)

Jean-François Séguier; French astronomer and botanist (1703)

Percy Sledge; pop singer (1941)

Laurence Stallings; writer (1894)

Ben Stein; speechwriter, actor, creationist wingnut (1944)

Edward Traisman; invented Cheez Whiz, freezing process for McDonald’s fries (1915)

Woody Woodpecker; cartoon (1940)

Alexis Wright; Australian author (1950)

Takaaki Yoshimoto; Japanese poet and philosopher(1924)

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice Emerson has known Robert Fischer since they were four years old. Instant best friends, they were near inseparable until the meddling of an abusive father drove them apart. But perhaps they can find their way back to one another. And maybe, finally, admit that they've been in love with each other all this time.

Word Count: 96,415

Notes: While all fics can be read as standalone pieces, those listed here are interconnected and can also be read as one long series. Please heed the warnings the can be found in the notes of each individual fic. All works are listed in the order I recommend reading them in.

✽ Indicates works with multiple chapters.

Part 1: Playdate

Part 2: Sleepover

Part 3: Nothing to be Said

Part 4: A Trick of the Light

Part 5: A Sleepless Dream ✽

Part 6: Playing Hooky

Part 7: Dreamers

Part 8: Exes & Ohs

Part 9: The Piano

Part 10: What’s in a Name

Part 11: Hotel Room

Part 12: Fashionably Late

Part 13: Here, Kitty Kitty

Part 14: Waiting for a Train

Part 15: Forever

Part 16: Because You'll Be Together ✽

Part 17: Loved

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

[r7-b7]

White Man fantasy authors that just really aren't all that worth the hype

In my personal opinion

Now that we can say (without extreme fear of death threats) Neil Gaiman's work has always had an undertone of misogyny, racism and creep--

Let's talk Lev Grossman!

The Magicians (spoilers ahead) was the first fiction book I had picked up in a couple years and I regret it everyday. Quieten is insufferable and what the fuck was the entirety of Alice's character and story? Why the fuck did I waste 17 hours of my life listening to an audiobook about a white boy complaining and fucking his girl and hearing his girl get fucked then she just dies for plot. Her entire character revolved around her brother or her boyfriend. She was so much more than that.

Back to Neil Gaiman: The next book I read after The Magicians was American Gods. Just...yikes to that book. Also, the way Anathema was described in the Good Omens book.. And just Stardust in its entirety... Growing up I watched that movie dozens of times and read it once--it wasn't lost on me that there weren't many non-scorned, non-sexualized, non-abusive or abused, or unfucked ALIVE femme characters in his work. Bilqius, Laura Moon, Yvaine, Anathema, Nina, Madam Tracy, War as seen in this annotation below.

Image Description: a screen shot of the Good Omens Kindle E-Book page 111 with the highlighted passage: "Is bloddy important strategically, Ferando Chianti! I drew big map of the island and is right in the middle, which makes it pretty bloddy strategically important, I can tell you." "Ha!" said Fernando. "You might as well say that just because Little Diego's house has a view of the decedant capitalist topless private beach that it's strategically important!" The pianist blushed a deep red. "Our lot got that this morning," he admitted. There was a silence. In the silence was a faint, silken rasping. Red had uncrossed her legs.

The passage is followed by the annotation saying "wtf is this even"

End of image description.

Alright hold on, this one isn't going to be taken well....

George Lucas, Dave Filoni, John Favreau, Stan Lee.

It's just their own fanfiction with no growth. It's the same parallel for the 150th time with a white male protagonist, a petite love interest, a best friend who is either a droid, an animal, or a token poc. The femme characters---good lord. Same with Grossman and Gaiman, nearly impossible to find one non-scorned, non-sexualized, non-abusive or abused, or unfucked ALIVE femme character. Shmi, Padme, Satine, Barris, Ventress, Yadle, Steela Gerrera, Mary Jane, Pepper, Rogue, Mystique, the list can go on.

Their man characters usually always harm loads of people and especially the femme characters closest to them before they can stop and think about their actions. Why reinforce that harmful trope?

The male violence apologist godfathers. Child slaughterer? He's the chosen one, he's misguided and most of the franchise is dedicated to him. War profiteer and creator and seller of weapons as well as responsible for so much innocent death and egregious property damage? Hot playboy with the best lines who most of the franchise was dedicated to.

Their stories are just So White™. It's just White Knight™ over and over again. The Western bs always gave me such an ick.

I remember being 10 and being like "wow Iron Man is actually really racist..." They really pushed that Islamophobic narrative hard.

Also, George Lucas telling Carrie Fischer "there's no underwear in space" so she doesn't wear a bra in A New Hope? Gross. That's not just "something from another time.. it's was the 70s!" -- no it was gross then when she was 19 and it's gross now.

So yeah I put them all together in one because they are in the same vein of misogynistic white men who get away with their racist microgressions because they built and extended an ultra popular fantasy world with a theme park.

These dudes just thought up a fantasy world, we can all still take what we want and leave the rest. We don't have to be grateful to them or like their work to run with our own creativity with their characters/places/things. We are also very much allowed and should to think critically and critique work, especially when it reinforces harmful tropes or is just plain shit but somehow gets turned into a multimedia affair. But again, we can still enjoy fantasy and take what we want and leave the rest.

There's so much more for each of them and more authors but who has the time of the patience anymore. I don't. Not for this post.

I like to think fan fic writers and artists liberate our beloved characters from them so they can live the lives they deserve. So thank you fic writers and fan artists. You create the world we wish to see.

[shallowsfm]

claire was attempting to pick her spirits up by being out in public by actually putting spirits in her body. standing with her hands gripped on the side of the bar, her attention diverted towards the older female. she was quick to mirror the smile. "i'm partial to a glass of red, yes." she gave a stern nod. "thank you. my liver isn't either. i should probably cut back on my intake actually but one problem at a time, right?" she was acutely aware it could currently be an issue but with everything going on, she'd give herself a pass.

open starter for @nottinghillstarters.

location: hammond's pub.

With two glasses of red wine on the bar in front of her, despite ordering and paying for just one, Alice wasn't one to turn down a free drink. Though, this early into the evening, she decided she was going to start slow. "Are you a fan of red wine by any chance? They gave me an extra glass." The brunette enquired with a smile as she turned to the person by her side. "You're welcome to have it. It's probably best if I begin with just one... my liver isn't what it used to be."

[ser-zoras]

Making this one (1) post so I don’t piss people off. So here’s me writing ASOIAF characters into a bunch of Really Stupid Movies that I like because it’s fun. MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL - Oddly this one is tricky. I think the narrative itself probably best fits Dunk and Egg, but I haven’t gotten to read that yet. So obviously Arthur is Robert Baratheon. Barristan Selmy is Lancelot, and I think Bedivere should be Jon Arryn for no real reason other than that it’s funny. Jaime is Galahad because in a theoretical sense they’re both formidable but in a more practical sense, very useless. I don’t know any other edits I would need to make according to this but replacing the rabbit with like. The Hound’s horse. That would be fantastic. And the Black Knight is the Smiling Knight, just because.

BLADES OF GLORY - ok credit to @jackedup180 on this one and also as inspiration for the whole post. So Sansa and Dany get kicked out of international figure skating singles due to getting into a fistfight on the podium and are forced to team up in the doubles division to skate again. This means challenging the throne of the reigning international champs, Cersei and Jaime, who are not fucking but have just as much creepy sexual tension. I’m not kidding this is the actual plot of the movie. Instead of Jenna Fischer’s character, I want Tyrion to be an accountant with zero sexual tension with either of the girls and who Jaime keeps convincing to spy on other teams. TALLEDEGA NIGHTS - Ultimate Jaimecore. So Jaime is a NASCAR driver who gets dragged into a competition with a younger, gayer driver (Loras) and ends up getting horribly injured and can no longer drive. For some godforsaken reason he was still living with Cersei and her kids and she kicks him and all the kids except Joffrey out of the house and hooks up with either one of the Kettleblack brothers or Taena. Jaime and co have to move in with Genna, who sets about whipping the kids into shape, and Jaime has to learn to drive again, from like Arthur Dayne or somebody. He eventually befriends Loras but decides to race him again anyway.

ANCHORMAN - I’m sure people think I’m lying when I say this, but this is just if JB were local news co-anchors in the 70s. There’s even a scene where they end up in a pit with a bear!

BAD MOMS - Yet another difficult one. Our charming, recently divorced heroine could be Cat if we’re doing exclusively the main series but I think drawing from all eras of Westeros is funnier, so it’s Rhaenyra, with Rhaena and Daella as her backup, taking on Alicent, the head of the local PTA, who is allied with Cersei and Alysanne.

ONE CRAZY SUMMER - Okay I am just saying that Jon and his Nights Watch boys take on the roles of Hoops and company. Sam is the character with the father who teaches children how to set off grenades. Grenn and Pyp are the twins, and Tormund is the kid whose place they’re staying at. Val or Ygritte is Demi Moore’s character. The real estate company they’re fighting is just the fucking Others.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

With much fanfare, the Biden Administration recently unveiled a plan that supposedly aims to counter anti-Semitism in America. Several “mainstream” American Jewish organizations fell over each other, racing to be first to distribute their press statements praising the Biden paper. I differ.

I live in various worlds including those of the secular legal profession, opinion journalism, and academia. I also know the American Jewish organizational universe from the inside. Among the many in that alphabet universe of ADL’s and AJC’s and XYZ’s, each has its own publicists, and they all race to get their press release out before “the competition” does. Their dream: maybe, if they are fast enough and say the words coveted by the leftist mainstream media, their organization’s name will be cited and their leader will be quoted, wistfully in the New York Times. Or at least in some left-wing “Jewish” outlet like the JTA, the TOI, or Haaretz.

So they all rushed out their praise for Biden’s Balderdash.

In truth, the Biden document on confronting anti-Semitism is a sham, a fraud, and the first insult came in its timing. The day it was published, traditional Jews hurriedly were absorbed in their last-minute preparations to observe the Biblical holy festival of Shavuot, which began that evening. American Jewish mainstream organizations exposed their own inadequacies by their prioritizing praising Biden’s 60-page document that they barely had read when Jewish priorities instead demanded they focus on welcoming that evening’s Shavuot festival. While I was awake all night learning Torah and munching on cheesecake, they were awake all night waiting with bated breath for the next day’s newspapers: would they be quoted?

Even deeper, I was disgusted once I did read the paper and saw how little Biden really offered in his plan to “combat anti-Semitism.” Two main points:

Black and White

The Democrats and their mainstream media, academia, and other “progressives” — the Woke — absolutely refuse to speak the truth about Black anti-Semitism and Muslim anti-Semitism in America. Perhaps the overwhelming majority of American Blacks and even some American Muslims like Jews. If so, that’s nice. We all should like each other. I like them. But there is no question that a great many Black opinion makers are toxic, poisonous Jew-haters: Ilhan Omar, Alice Walker, Louis Farrakhan, Kanye West — and all of “Black Lives Matter.” Plenty, plenty of others.

As for Muslims, Jew-hatred on college campuses stems greatly from campus Muslim groups and their self-hating J Street-type allies. In New York City, the keynote student speech at the CUNY Law School graduation was a pastiche of venom, lies, and hate. Yet the Biden document assigns chief blame for anti-Semitism in America on White Supremacists.

When Democrats and The Woke manipulate anti-Semitism to beat up on their preferred targets, they insult Jews and all other Americans of conscience. Anti-Semitism is not a White problem. Yes, disgusting haters do exist among discrete pockets of Caucasians, but they are summarily rejected. Condemnation of White Supremacist anti-Semitism has meaning only when it also acknowledges the breadth and depth of Black Jew-hatred in America. Jews who identify openly and proudly as Jews know Black anti-Semitism first-hand. They are its targets not only in the public sphere but in the inner cities because they easily are spotted by their more distinctly Jewish garb — yarmulkas, tzitzit, black fedoras, Hasidic attire, modest dress, and the like.

The liberals and “progressives” who raced to praise Biden on Shavuot Eve for his “Sop to the Jews” do not live among People of Color. They live in lily-White neighborhoods with the Gavin Newsoms and Nancy Pelosis, and they send their children to lily-White secular private schools to keep them away from the BIPOC minorities (except Asians) over whom they preen with their “charitable” virtue signaling.

The Jonathan Greenblatts who head the likes of ADL are more interested in bolstering Obama Democrats and defending despicably wicked evil mongers like George Soros than they are in fighting the defamation of Jews.

The ADL’s Greenblatt was an Obama White House official. When Obama’s eight years expired, Greenblatt was imported into ADL to bring the Obama Agenda into an organization that had been founded to defend Jews a century earlier as Leo Frank was being lynched in Marietta, Georgia. Meanwhile, the new head of the American Jewish Committee, Ted Deutch, is a partisan lifelong professional Democrat and was a Democrat Congressman for twelve years from 2010-2022. Before that, he served four years as a Democrat Florida State Senator. Now he speaks for the AJC in praise of Biden. That is the mindset of such “Jewish” organizations.

And don’t ever forget: Between 30-40 percent of the people in America who say they are “Jews” in fact are not Jews but are the children of intermarried non-Jewish mothers who express their “Jewishness” by putting a Jewish star on their Christmas trees and boycotting Israel.

The paradox is that, behind the curtain, these secular “progressive” Jewish groups and their leaders are in chaos. Their children are marrying out of the faith in droves and rearing non-Jewish grandchildren. Donald Trump has more Jewish grandchildren than most of them do. They have lost almost all their influence — as Jews. As a result, those Jewish groups watch as anti-Semitism grows more severe in their own political backyard among the Left, pervades university campuses they once attended and still moronically support as alumni, and now even becomes institutionalized in the Left’s latest authoritarian putsch: DEI — “Diversity, Equity, Inclusiveness” — under which less qualified but politically correct chosen intersectionalist groups are pushed to the front of the line while Jews are cast aside.

Biden’s paper does not address any of this.

As a result, colleges and graduate schools are admitting fewer Jews than ever before. Not since the 1930’s-1950’s have so many Jewish applicants to colleges been turned away because their identity failed to comport with the prevailing race-based admissions quotas. Jewish students who get admitted face ubiquitous anti-Semitism, as American campuses curiously have converted the country of Israel to a surrogate for Apartheid South Africa. If the “N-word” once was the noun of bigoted hate, today it is the “Z- word”: Zionism.

Today’s Campus Woke harbor no complaints about human rights in China, Russia, North Korea, Cuba, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Iran, and various parts of Africa. Only Israel is their bane: her Western freedoms and democratic institutions, her technological successes, her survival surrounded by a sea of Muslim terrorists who lose more ground every time they launch a war against Jews.

Biden’s words offer no meaningful plan to stop the Jew-hatred on campuses. His special advisor on anti-Semitism, Deborah Lipstadt, has proven useless. No promises to defund campuses that normalize Jew hatred. No forthright condemnation of the “BDS” scheme of Jew hatred. For that, it falls on White Christians in Arkansas to take the lead in supporting Israel.

And that brings us to the document’s second major glaring failure: the very definition of anti-Semitism.

The Definition

Today’s Left has embraced the subterfuge of attacking “Israel” and “Zionism” instead of “Jews.” So if someone Woke says “That guy is a cheap, miserly, hook-nosed Zionist,” he-she-they-it-whatever then follows with “I am not against Jews, just against Zionists.”

Uh-huh.

As a result, a simple definition of Jew-hatred was drafted by the International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance (IHRA) that actually is quite inadequate. But it includes useful examples of Jew-hatred. Some of them make the point that it is anti-Semitic when someone attacks Israel and Zionism based on a standard not applied to any other country. Think of the likes of George Soros and Squad types like Rashida Tlaib, Ilhan Omar, and Ocasio Cortes. Think of Ben & Jerry and Betty McCollum and Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders.

Biden was implored by all the Jewish groups to adopt that IHRA definition. He balked. Instead, his 60-page paper acknowledges three different definitions of anti-Semitism, two of which allow for Jew-hatred disguised as “anti-Zionism.” It is a joke.

So he promises to expand Holocaust education? Has anyone noticed that the more Holocaust education there is in America, the more anti-Semitism there is? When bad people are educated that Jews are easy to murder in the millions, maybe that is not so effective. Better to educate them on what Israel did in 1967 and still does every so often when they decide to eliminate six terror leaders in a week.

There is no better way to gauge Biden’s words than by his actions. The Democrats had been enamored with Israel through her first thirty years when Israel was governed by coalitions of Labor Party socialist Marxists like David Ben-Gurion, Yitzchak Rabin, Moshe Dayan, Golda Meir, and Shimon Peres. Those days are over. Menachem Begin’s election in 1977 as Israeli prime minister heralded a political earthquake, and the country now is majority center-right. Several polls predict the socialist Marxist Labor Party may disappear in the next elections. As Israel has moved from socialism to capitalism, and from left-wing woke policies to greater respect for conservative family values and religious tradition, Democrats have abandoned Israel in many significant ways, while Republican conservatives and Christians have embraced her.

So the same Joe Biden who issues a paper on anti-Semitism amid fanfare on Shavuot eve simultaneously has found other opportunities to single out the country’s two most vile Jew-haters in Congress — Rashida Tlaib and Ilhan Omar — for praise whenever the opportunity arises. His paper even massages the Jew-hatred of CAIR, the Council on American-Islamic Relations, making those Jew haters seem like allies in the fight against anti-Semitism. He continues negotiating a deal with Iran. He interferes with Israel’s internal debate over judicial reform. He tells Israel they may not build a yeshiva in Chomesh. He won’t meet with Bibi until Bibi genuflects to his orders. George Soros’s son has visited the Biden White House at least seventeen times.

Ever since the emergence of Donald Trump on the American political scene, anti-Semitism has been wielded by the Left as a cynical tool with which to club political opponents, often shamefully and dishonestly. Thus, they had the audacity to tar the most pro-Israel president in American history, Donald Trump, as an anti-Semite, while they make excuses for George Soros, Bernie Sanders, Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlaib, and the rest of The Squad.

Biden’s insulting release of his paper is not worth the paper it is written on. Amid all its highfalutin’ publicity, it does absolutely nothing. It is a sop and an insult to American Jews. And the ridiculous race to praise this meaningless document further apprises the Jewish community of the state of the “American Jewish leadership” that speaks in its name.

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i know some of you are looking for an update re: my mix. it went pretty well the day of (only fucked up a little) but i didn't have that much fun--you can't be the dj and the host at the same time, and you can't escape from being the host if you're a woman apparently!! --but i feel like i really accomplished my mission. i am still kind of thinking about whether and how much i like a mix as a live mix, and i think the next step to explore is broadcasting online. SO sometime this month i would like to experiment with bedroom broadcast. something multimedia, maybe with the vibes of our old streams, maybe including some of atulya's videos. stay alert and i'll let you know and either way i will post the tracklist and ideally a way for you to listen, i will also try to record each set.

atulya's videos went crazy, and it was absolutely insane how well they coordinated just based on giving each other conceptual hints--there was a literal alice in wonderland montage WHILE I WAS PLAYING PSYCHEDELIC WALTONS FT ROISIN MURPHY - WONDERLAND ! i also used a projector to add images (eg mariah carey glitter 9/11 dot jpg) and used a 1985 word emulator to put up supplementary text. the prize of the night was that angelo, who has never in his life stayed awake past midnight, was a) extremely engaged because he is 40 years old and i made his life flash before his eyes and b) STAYED TIL 2:15!!!!! (you cannot understand what a huge social win this was. i'm fucking bobby fischer.)

i also immediately want a new deep dive music project--another of these to do. i want hardware!