#INTERACTIONS / alma.

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + His Babies

[m-kyunie]

redraw of a tiny random AU

[elpida]

Red was a colour poeple could get wrong so easily, make it look cheap and tacky and yet... Eden wore that colour like it was made purely for her. She didn't just look pretty tonight, she wasn't just beautiful... she looked elegant beyond compare. Maybe Adelaide likely appearing at some point spurred her to want to outdo her, see she always thought Adelaide looked too over done, eccentric, but Eden looked so.. timeless. It was like berries had been crushed and the colour painting the silk fabric of her dress. She was beyond compare.

Despite how she appeared, this room felt.. daunting to her. She was stood at the side, her clutch bag in hand, fretting. What if Angelo didn't turn up tonight? What if she embarrassed herself by thinking she'd win anything at all? What if she did, then how was she meant to accept an award? All of it felt like pressure.. until she saw him. It'd been so long now.. and yet her heart still leaped at the sight of him. She'd never stop adoring him, she'd never not love him and the only way she'd stayed away was by working hard, repeatedly. Work was her distraction from wanting him. The thing is, she'd never done events like this without him and he made this room feel like it was breathable. He made it feel easy.

Eden was timid in her approach but when she knew his eyes had found her, she smiled so brightly. "I have something to show you!" excitement suddenly filed her as she took out her phone and went to her gallery. There were so many photos, but the one she chose to show Angelo was the first, when she was just a couple days old. She waited, gave them chance to adjust but Eden had been so excited to meet Alma. "She's called Alma, isn't that lovely?" in the photo she was holding her, swaddled, so sweetly nestled and asleep, tiny in her arms that'd cradled that baby girl. She swiped to show him another, Alma fast asleep on her whilst they'd all watched a movie.

"I thought you might want to see, I've so many more and she's such a lovely baby, I think she'll really get her giggle soon! I'm hoping they let me babysit her overnight next weekend so I can steal all the cuddles." she laughed, god she laughed.. and nothing had ever sounded so sweet.

"How's Lawrence? I miss him..." and what she really should have told him, was that she missed him more. @wiinestories

[whtybsshe]

Mad and delusional takes part 1:

The Hyuga siblings connection to the Encanto sisters

Mirabel and Hinata= pretty self explanatory. Deemed as failures, kinda outcasted, they both turn out to be very special and powerful in their own way. But an interesting point here: Hinata made a whole new family with Naruto (yep the franchise did mention that she fixed the clan with Neji but that happened off screen) while Mirabel rebuilt hers.

Now, usually Luisa would be linked with Neji because of their strength and Hanabi with Isabela because she was said to be the “golden child”. Allow my very controversial take.

Isabela and Neji= both have long hair, both share that diva energy. And most of all, both are essentially, sacrificial lambs to their families. Neji would sacrifice himself to protect the secrets of the Byakugan. He was marked to do so, and had to submit to the clans will. Even if Isabela is much more glorified, her engagement to Mariano, wasn’t something she did willingly. She wasn’t exactly “forced” , but she was the perfect child, the oldest in her gen, she has to carry the duty of up-keeping her family’s reputation by doing something she wished that she didn’t. Both are very restrained, both have this effortlessly perfect image of themselves and they’re exactly and more than that of what each respective leader (Alma and Hiashi) expect. What both of them strived was freedom, that was their general message. However one got what they wanted and one… :(

Luisa and Hanabi- Especially after Hinatas failure to abide by the requirements of a worthy clan head, Hanabi would be the one facing the immediate pressure of doing so. There was a note in Naruto the Last, where it states that after Nejis death and the Shinobi war, Hanabi loosened up a lot, to the point of decorating her kunais. Even to Hinata, she would overdo it. Even if the Hyuugas and Hanabis development is nonexistent, the Hanabi we see during the Chunin arc up to The Last and Boruto, are different. Almost the same can be said for Luisa. Luisa went from helping everyone in the village and going strictly by Almas order, to chilling in a canopy with a coconut drink in her hand by the last scenes of the movie. Luisa, just like Hanabi, were expected to bear all the harsh work that their family and clan demanded. To be a showcase of strength and resilience of their kin. And at the end, we see them the most laidback, which is very satisfactory in comparison with how Neji and Hinata ended up *cough cough*

[superscd]

closed starter for @h3rtzoom continued from here!

The feeling of Alma's lips on her shoulder was almost too much. The kisses were soft and slow and sent tingles down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to fall back into bed and have a second round, but she at the same time, she knew how dangerous it was to slip back into whatever this was. "Oh yes, that's it. A very nice game night with all the pieces intact and the board still there. Just a very nice, wholesome, innocent game of Monopoly." Teresa chuckled. She was never any good at saying no. "Maybe I can stay for a bit." Not that it took much convincing. Perhaps a part of her was only suggesting she leave in the hopes that Alma would ask for her to stay. Which was childish on Tre's part, sure, but there things to Teresa that never changed. "But only if you promise to make breakfast. I'll assist and all, but we both know my skills lie elsewhere..." and with that, Teresa turned back to face Alma, her lips quickly crashing into the other woman's.

[lady-of-the-tambre]

listen I know this isn’t likely to happen in-universe but can you imagine Alma “playing pirates since birth” Bonnet pulling up at whatever fancy girls school they’ll send her to being like “oh your father’s a governor? Mine’s a pirate” and her ultimate most deadly weapon “and you know the Dread Pirate Blackbeard? Yeah he’s my stepdad”

[blissfulalchemist]

WIP Wednesday

A very rare occasion that I have something new to share so thought I'd put it out there. It's still ffxvi, so have Alma and Joshua about four years after Phoenix's Gate. Sending no pressure tags out to: @adelaidedrubman @statichvm @florbelles @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe

@chyrstis @confidentandgood @unholymilf @belorage and anyone else that wants too!

She gently hums as she inspects his skin for any sign of the curse, the same questions rising with each scar she passes over along his back, arms, and chest, and all the while deftly washing away the grime of four year old memories. If only it were possible to wash away the scars, She thinks as she passes over the biggest scar on his chest, knowing it’s sibling lies between his shoulder blades, the wound to nearly end him and the biggest reminder of that night. Rare for a Dominant to suffer the same level of injuries as their Eikon, but then again no one had ever heard of there being a second warden for an element, and this one was as brutal as they were ruthless. A miracle you survived indeed.

She gasps when their eyes meet and his no longer look lost. “Did you, um, wish to wash your own face?” She asks, holding the washcloth towards him. He stays silent and unflinching when she cups his face guiding him to face her more. “Is it okay that I do, Joshua?” His nod is almost imperceptible had she not felt his skin move against hers. 

Alma smiles, praying he won’t notice the flushing of her face as she leans closer to him bringing his features into clear focus. Her eyes fixate on the task as she grapples for something mundane to look at rather than his blue eyes that still regard her. Pushing some of his hair from his eyes does she find it, “I think it might be about time we cut your hair. It’s getting long enough others will notice.” Joshua looks away the minute her hand parts from his face, running a hand through his wet hair and shrug of his shoulders before his arm limply falls back into place around his legs. “I’m-. I believe I’m finished, so I’ll get some towels while you handle what I couldn’t reach.” She places the washcloth and soap in his hand moving only when he begins to uncurl himself. 

She sifts through the cupboard quickly gathering what she needs and turning back to him. His movements feel the most natural as she observes him finishing, to a point that he lets himself sink below the surface a moment. When he pops back up in a panic any glimmer of who he is beyond that night vanishes, Alma rushing towards him quickly wrapping the soft cloth around his shoulders. She assures him of safety before the shaking can even begin, leading him out of the tub. The death grip he has on her hand to keep himself balanced is sure to leave a bruise as she tries to give him modesty to move him to the bedroom. 

Sitting him on the bed does she kneel in front of him, grasping his hands, thumbs tracing circles on top of shaking hands. “Joshua….Joshua I’m right here. I have you. I just need you to look at me.” 

He shakes his head, hunching over. “It was my fault. I-I had to-. I had to protect them.” His voice cracks and grows thick with every repetition of self blame, tears falling onto white knuckled hands.

“And you protected those you could, Joshua. There was only so much you could do.” She tells him, matching his grip, “But you are not there, Joshua, you’re here with me. Safe.”

“He trusted me. He told me it was my duty. That I had to keep Father safe.” Her heart falls at the words, swallowing back the pangs of her own guilt about her parents. She steels herself with laser focus on the boy before her, listening intently. “I had to protect him and I failed. I failed him.” 

She can see the red aether begin to gather and run along his body Alma quickly frees her hands, grabbing hold of his face. “Joshua, look at me. Look at me.” She makes him look at her, thumb pushing away the tears falling from fearful eyes, “Joshua listen to me. I need you to focus on me. You did what you could. And what’s done is done, you are here, now, with me. I need you to focus on that.” More of the aether gathers around him creating ghosts of tail feathers from his shoulders and making his eyes glow blue. “No, no, no.” She breathes out looking for anything to stop the priming to no avail. Following her instinct Alma wraps her arms tightly around him, fingers tangling in his hair, her other arm constricting his chest. 

“I’m here, Joshua,” she says, eyes closing tight as the aether burns brighter, “I’ve got you. Let me protect you.” She straddles him giving as much contact as she can manage that he wouldn’t have felt that night. “I’m not leaving you, you hear me. I will always protect you.” The heat radiating off of him starts to make her uncomfortable as the temperature rises giving her all the more reason to hold tighter as she pleads. “Please, Joshua….”

“….come back to me.”

She braces herself for whatever pain comes being this close to Dominant when they prime as a flare of intense heat envelops her….and dims as familiar arms encircle her.

[rueclfer]

what r ur thoughts on yoru (im his biggest fan)

[plausible-fabulist]

I woke up to the loveliest review of my game! https://www.heyalma.com/the-interactive-jewish-fantasy-game-that-feels-like-home/

[chipjrwibignaturals]

THOUGHT ABT CHIP JRWI INCIDENT 40 DEAD 32 WOUNDED

[lotusgrieved]

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 : 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ♡

alma is an immensely affectionate person, especially in terms of physical touch. when he was really young, he had a lot of issues with personal space and while he learned to be better about boundaries as he got older, physical touch is his primary love language. he's the most tactile with his friends and will often initiate touch like hugging, hand-holding, or stroking their hair. he likes to let his friends rest on him and will rest his head on their shoulder in turn. he tries his best to be mindful about overwhelming others, as most of his bids for affection are absent-minded. this is also very prevalent in his romantic relationships, as he seeks intimacy and touch often. ( sinday headcanons to come eventually ).

the second way he shows affection is through gift-giving. if he knows someone doesn't like touch or it makes them uncomfortable, he picks up a lot of little gifts for them━ ranging from pretty rocks, origami, drawings, or small pieces of jewelry. birthdays are his favorite holiday and he tries his best to get nice, thoughtful gifts for the people he loves. + all this is also a great way to tell who he doesn't like, specifically the higher - ups in most of his verses. he will avoid any and all contact with them as much as possible, including conversationally, collaboratively, or physically. he is aversive to topics about and engagement with them . ♡

[archduchessofnowhere]

Episode 4 done! This series just dgaf anymore about anything lol

I have a lot of thoughts but I'm going to boil it down to the one thing that has been bothering me since the beginning of the season: I can't stand Sisi. She has become the charicature many authors make of the real Elisabeth, the utterly selfish woman that only lives for pleasure and thinks of no one but herself. Which would be fine as a character arc (I don't love it but character regression is an arc nonetheless) but I just don't feel that is how it's being presented. Sisi taking Rudolf in the middle of the night without even a lady to help her was stupid, her trusting a random woman and agreeging to travel with her was even more stupid, her leaving Rudolf with the father of the random woman while she goes out is the most stupid thing. But the way things so far have been framed, Sisi is in the right because we know (solely because of hindsight) that the military training is going to be awful for Rudolf. It's only in episode 4 where Sisi's actions have been presented as, if not wrong, at least mistaken, but to me she has been wrong the entire season. But let's see how they wrap this up in the next two episodes.

The only positive thing I can say is that this is at least consisting with the way her character has been since season 2, in which she also made impulsive desicions without thinking on the consequences. The problem is that so far there hasn't been any consequences lol no wonder she just does whatever she wants at this point.

[elpida]

"Ben." his eyes gestured to a knife on the street, a knife they both recognised as the younger O'Connors. Shit.. this wasn't good, not at all. "Don't freak-" Oh he was freaking out alright, running from store to store, calling his sisters name and whilst Cade thought it reckless.. he could understand it. It's why he said nothing and made a move to do the same just with a little more thought to his actions. he ended up in the bookshop, calling Eden's name as he entered and after moving down the right aisle he came face to face with a little girl, this wavy brown hair, big blue eyes, wrapped up in a military green canvas jacket and holding out a very recognisable bag. "Well hi there, little lady." Cade lowered down his bow, sliding it back into position on his back and crouched down. "Say, you think you can tell me where you got that bag, that jacket?" the sleeves were hanging over her hands but she approached Cade bravely enough and offered him the bag.

"Did a nice lady with dark hair give you these?" that earned him a very specific and eager nod. Yes, Eden had left this with her. "Do you know where that girl went?" he was patient with her, gave a voice that he'd never really used before.. less rough, had she been here alone? Waiting? "Did she tell you to stay here and wait?" another enthusiastic nod and then she held up two fingers. "Two... two hours?" no, not that. She made a walking action and he got it. "Two people, two people where out there? Did she leave her things with you and go?" Yes! Yes she nodded so keen to get it across and whilst Cade was always so headstrong, to quick to be hot headed... he understood this little girls lack of desire to speak. "Thank you for telling me that, you did a really good job, do you have a mommy or daddy so I can tell them how brave you've been?" For a moment she looked hopeful and then her face dropped. "Are you on your own now kid?" the girl stood and rushed to this little stack of things in the corner, but took a very well loved book and brought it back to Cade to tap at the first page. This book belongs to Alma, he read it clearly and smiled gently. "Hi Alma, my name is Cade." He reached down and took a crayon and showed her as he wrote his name on the paper below her, and tapped himself. "Cade."

He wasn't about to leave a little girl her age out here, it was dangerous enough as adults and he was shocked she'd made it this far without adult supervision. Cade slowly sighed and when Ben entered she jumped a bit and instinctively moved to his arms. "It's alright Alma, it's okay. This is Ben, this is that nice ladies big brother, he's just lookin' for her." he explained but she was shy, hiding herself in Cade's chest and peeping at Ben who stared at the jacket. "Not dead." Cade made sure to say that first, before he began explaining what Alma had done her best to tell him. All the while lifting her and propping her legs through his backpack straps, so that he could keep her held up easily. He made a point to give Ben Edens things, minus the jacket he kept on Alma and made sure to take Alma's book, her crayons and the duck stuffed toy he'd found behind the counter. It wasn't a question of whether she wanted to come with them, he couldn't leave this kid alone out here and Ben agreed but his mind was in a spiral, thinking how to get his sister back already. "We'll get her back Ben, Eden is a tough cookie when she wants to be."

By the time they got back to South Side, it was pitch black and there wasn't a chance of getting anything more done tonight. He couldn't imagine the torture that put Ben in, but he had his own to do list now it seemed. Alma had grown sleepy, her head on his shoulder and Cade held his arms around her safely as he made his way to the shop they'd done out as a medic bay. It was a big improvement from when it'd been a medic tent in the middle of the street, this was far cleaner and much more spacious. "Agatha?" he called out when he entered, a little bell jingling above the door.

What a sight it must have been, to seen tough guy Cade who never let anyone in, cradling this little sleepy, exceptionally shy girl. He always had his mind on the mission, ready to improve, always moving just to keep his head busy from their morbid reality... but he'd slowed down to be at her pace. "Alma?" he hushed her name, rocking back and fourth like it'd suddenly come so naturally to him. "This nice lady here, this is my friend Agatha, do you think we can take this jacket off so Agatha can check you over? I'll look after it for you." her little fingers that held to the jacket slowly released. In such little time, she trusted Cade.

"Aggie I'm sorry, I know it's getting late but I uh.. I need to know she's not.." He'd be heart broken, if she was bitten.. if he was put into that situation, when he'd taken her on without a single doubt. That would crush him. "Standard protocol, anyone new gets checked over fully for infection. I don't know how long she'd been alone, all I know is Eden left her with the snacks she had so she's eaten something recently and drank water." he started to explain more methodically. Alma was giving wary eyes when Cade lifted her from the way he had her legs slotted in his backpack loops, placing her down on a bed gently. Her big blue eyes were following every movement Agatha made. That was when Cade decided to pull out the duck toy he'd retrieved and placed it beside her "I need ducky checking over to, in fact, maybe ducky can go first. What do you think kid, do you think ducky can be very brave for his check up?" she nodded and Cade lit with this wide smile. "Okay nurse, first we check under the left wing first?" with that he moved the duck so his wing was up in the air, then the other wing, and sweetly enough Alma copied the motion with her arms.

Normally it was Cade coming in here with stupid excuses, check overs just in case, a pulled muscle, a scratch that he'd more than once scuffed on purpose just to he could sit there quietly admiring the nurse he'd come to have such a soft spot for. Anything, anything at all, just to sit and waste a few hours of a hellish life, talking to her. @wiinestories !

[jacarandaaaas]

Love reading your opinions on the characters and movie, it's refreshing to not see that repetitive hate and you make some good points

The discussions and others adding to that is also interesting

aww thank u anon! I just think these characters are so 3 dimensional it’s impossible to boil them down to one thing! isabela is the prissy oldest sister until you realize actually she’s not! luisa is the strong confident one until you realize no she’s not! These characters are so complex I just want to appreciate all of them!

I also love partaking in discussions and find your guys perspective interesting! It’s fun to dissect these characters and this story!

[superscd]

surprise closed starter for @h3rtzoom!

Slamming the trunk shut, Teresa dropped her hands to the top of the car and looked at Alma. Her smile grew, still at awe that they were even doing this. It had been their second stop for gas and they still hadn't made a definitive choice on where they'd spend the first part of the trip. It had to be epic, something memorable, but there were so many possibilities. "Alright, we're not too far from a crossing, means you gotta make a choice. You wanna stay headed west on the 40 or change things up and hop on the 25 and go up north?" She enjoyed leaving it up to Alma, watching her make the decisions under pressure, not knowing where they'd end up, and the excitement that came with it all. It was fun, and Tre didn't know the last time she had this much fun. "Come on, we're losing daylight, boss." She teased and moved to open the passenger door for Alma.

[sapphicfma]

" it's starting to feel like you do this just to be a bitch , " words come pressed through nearly closed teeth , calloused fingertips weaving a needle and thread across the hardened musculature of her right arm , the blood already washed away and wound already sterilized. this wasn't the first person she's worked for that got themselves into trouble seemingly on a whim , but she might be the first one to do it so wantonly , with so little of a good reason or explanation. anything to get her to throw some guy through a window , apparently , even if it costs a knife wound. this , though , is what she got herself into: you don't do this job and not get banged up. dark eyes scan the room , coming to the smug , haughty woman watching her. " i can't keep protecting you if you keep jumping into shit assuming i'm gonna' save your ass every time. " she does , because she's good at what she does , but: " i know you think i'm just some fucking thing , like if i get killed you can just replace me , but i guarantee you the next person you hire is gonna' let you get dragged off to some dirty basement and tortured if you keep acting like this. " // @hclysins