#She was born to play Anna!

[lovewillthaw-j]

Happy birthday Kristen Bell! Thank you for bringing Anna to life, for BEING her! Not enough people recognize how amazing a singer you are, you're soooo good!! (go listen to FTFTIF and Ring in the season now!!)

Vocal only FTFTIF (music removed) here!

[muse-stellium]

So lemme just uh.. stretch here, crack my fingers, rub my hands together a bit

Annnnnnnd watch the magic ✨✨✨ :

[deforest]

SHE'S CRAZY WITH THE HEAT — 1946 ft. The International Sweethearts of Rhythm

In 1946, William D. Alexander began the production of a series of one-reel shorts, half-hour featurettes and feature films that would serve a dual purpose. These black cast subjects would be released to theaters that welcomed African American audiences; concurrently, the music segments would be excerpted from the films and released as Soundies. Ultimately, sixteen of Alexander’s musical shorts reached the Panoram screen, spotlighting the bands of Lucky Millinder, Billy Eckstine, Henri Woode and the International Sweethearts of Rhythm. (Alexander actually produced four films with the Sweethearts, three ten-minute short subjects and one feature, although some of the performances turns up in more than one film; only three performances saw release as a Soundie.) The International Sweethearts of Rhythm grew out of a band formed in the 1930s at the Piney Woods Country Life School, an institution – in part an orphanage – for poor African American children. A member of the music department had apparently taken note of the success of Ina Ray Hutton’s Melodears and decided that an all-woman band composed of school members might lead to something special. While they performed locally, the ISR did not begin to hit its stride until it left Piney Woods and became a professional touring outfit in 1941. The band was certainly “international” in nature, and its ranks included African American, Latina, Chinese, Indian, White and Puerto Rican musicians. In 1941, Anna Mae Winburn joined the orchestra as front woman and featured vocalist. During the war years Maurice King joined the band as both arranger and band manager. Born Clarence King in 1911, King played reeds and later became a fine swing arranger. While here we recognize his composition and arrangement for the Sweethearts – he called this tune “She’s Crazy with the Heat ” – King is best known for his longtime association with Barry Gordy and Motown Records for which he served as director of artist development. He worked closely with vocal groups, teaching the singers how to voice and phrase together. “Maurice brought sophistication and class to Motown,” said session musician Johnny Trudell. By 1946, the Sweethearts was recognized as one of the finest African-American bands in jazz. They recorded for Guild and RCA Records, broadcast regularly for the Armed Forces Radio Service, and toured Europe entertaining the GIs. While much of the success was due to Maurice King’s arrangements, the band’s musicians were all strong, and a special nod must go to Viola Burnside, one of the most neglected tenor soloists of the 1940s. I chatted with my friend Roz Cron, a member of the Sweetheart’s reed section, shortly before her passing. When I thanked her for her contribution, she paused and said, “Yeah, we were one of the best, one of the very, very best.” (via Jazz on Film)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Anna May Wong (The Thief of Bagdad, Shanghai Express)—Wong was the first Chinese American movie star, arguably the first Asian woman to make it big in American films. Though the racism of the time often forced her into stereotypical roles, awarded Asian leading roles to white actors in yellowface, and prohibited on-screen romance between actors of different races, she delivered powerful and memorable performances. When Hollywood bigotry got to be too much, she made movies in Europe. Wong was intellectually curious, a fashion icon, and a strong advocate for authentic Asian representation in cinema. And, notably for the purposes of this tournament, absolutely gorgeous.

Josephine Baker (The Siren of the Tropics, ZouZou)— Josephine Baker was an American born actress, singer, and utter icon of the period, creating the 1920s banana skirt look. She was the first black woman to star in a major motion film. She fought in the French resistance in WWII, given a Legion of Honour, as well as refusing to perform in segregated theatres in the US. She was bisexual, a fighter, and overall an absolutely incredible woman as well as being extremely attractive.

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Anna May Wong propaganda:

"She so so gorgeous!! Due to Hollywood racism she was pretty limited in the roles she got to play but even despite that she’s so captivating and deserves to be known as a leading lady in her own right!! When she’s on screen in Shanghai Express I can’t look away, which is saying something because Marlene Dietrich is also in that film."

"SHE IS ON THE BACK OF QUARTERS also she was very smart and able to speak multiple languages and is a fashion icon on top of the acting/singing"

"Paved the way for Asian American actresses AND TOTAL HOTTIE!!! She broke boundaries and made it her mission to smash stereotypes of Asian women in western film (at the time, they were either protrayed them as delicate and demure or scheming and evil). In 1951, she made history with her television show The Gallery of Madame Liu-Tsong, the first-ever U.S. television show starring an Asian-American series lead (paraphrased from Wikipedia). Also, never married and rumor has it that she had an affair with Marlene Dietrich. We love a Controversial Queen!"

"She's got that Silent Era smoulder™ that I think transcends the very stereotypical roles in which she was typically cast. Also looks very hot smouldering opposite Marlene Dietrich in "Shanghai Express"; there's kiss energy there."

"Hot as hell and chronically overlooked in her time, she's truly phenomenal and absolutely stunning"

"A story of stardom unavoidably marred by Hollywood racism; Wong's early-career hype was significantly derailed by the higher-up's reluctance to have an Asian lead, and things only got worse when the Hayes code came down and she suddenly *couldn't* be shown kissing a white man--even if that white man was in yellowface. After being shoved into the Dragon Lady role one too many times, she took her career to other continents for many years. Still, she came back to America eventually, being more selective in her roles, speaking out against Asian stereotypes, and in the midst of all of this finding the time to be awarded both the title of "World's Best Dressed Woman" by Mayfair Mannequin Society of New York and an honorary doctorate by Peking University."

"Incredible beauty, incredible actress, incredible story."

"-flapper fashion ICON. look up her fits please <3 -rumors of lesbianism due to her Close Friendships with marlene dietrich & cecil cunningham, among others -leveraged her star power to criticize the racist depictions of Chinese and Asian characters in Hollywood, as well as raise money and popular support for China & Chinese refugees in the 1930s and 40s. -face card REFUSED to decline"

Josephine Baker:

Black, American-born, French dancer and singer. Phenomenal sensation, took music-halls by storm. Famous in the silent film era.

Let's talk La Revue Negre, Shuffle Along. The iconique banana outfit? But also getting a Croix de Guerre and full military honors at burial in Paris due to working with the Resistance.

She exuded sex, was a beautiful dancer, vivacious, and her silliness and humor added to her attractiveness. She looked just as good in drag too.

So I know she was more famous for other stuff than movies and her movies weren’t Hollywood but my first exposure to her was in her films so I’ve always thought of her as a film actress first and foremost. Also she was the first black woman to star in a major motion picture so I think that warrants an entry

Iconic! Just look up anything about her life. She was a fascinating woman.

[grusinskayas]

Greta Garbo, born Greta Gustafsson 119 years ago on September 18th ❤️

When Greta was born, [her father] Karl’s employer offered to adopt her to ease their poverty. Anna [her mother] refused. If God sent us a child, she said, he will provide bread. […]

What can be concluded about Garbo’s childhood? Was it a joyful time, as she played sports, produced plays, and led the neighborhood gang in mischief? Was it gloomy, filled with violence? Cecil Beaton asked her those questions and recorded her answers: “She talked about her youth and how unhappy she was. I interjected: But you’ve always told me you were such a tomboy and had so much fun leading the other children into mischief. She replied: ‘Cecil Beaton, how can you say such things! There are 365 days in the year!’” Garbo’s reply to Beaton’s question sounds like Garbo at her humorous best, using irony to avoid a direct answer. She probably found her childhood both happy and harrowing; both these reactions colored her later life. But its traumas never left her. She couldn’t stand quarreling, and she trained herself to remain calm when disagreements arose. There was also her terrible fear of strangers, not only in crowds but also in intimate settings. As she aged, books with violence in them frightened her. She always felt as though she was running away from someone or something. These aspects of her character sound like holdovers from a violent experience as a child. Yet, she could be playful and jokey, childlike and joyful. And she could take problems in stride. When a group of fans mobbed her after the opening of Camille in 1936, she wrote to her mentor and close friend Salka Viertel, “I guess I can’t complain. After all, I’m just a circus lady.” She included in the letter a picture she had drawn of herself as a tightrope walker, with a parasol in one hand.

Ideal Beauty: the Life and Times of Greta Garbo by Lois W. Banner

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to do anything to help my roommate's baby?

More of a "was I an asshole" rather than "am I an asshole?"

I (21F) am a college student living in an apartment with two roommates, Anna (22F) and Mica (23NB). I've lived with Anna for two years now and Mica for one, and we've all always gotten along great with no major issues apart from the fact that Anna's boyfriend of several years is emotionally manipulative and incredibly insecure and jealous, but that's an issue for another time, except that I don't like him and make no secret of it. I also don't like children, never want children, and crying babies is one of the biggest overload/meltdown triggers I have because it stresses me out and also triggers some violent intrusive thoughts (I have autism and OCD, which both of my roommates know about, but never cause any significant issues and I don't act on those thoughts.) That is to say, I should not and do not want to be around children.

Anna and I live far enough apart over the summer that we only see each other during the school year, and this year I'm a junior and she's a senior. I showed up at the beginning of this school year and lo and behold, Anna is about five months pregnant. Turns out it happened toward the end of last school year, she didn't tell anyone at first, and didn't bother to mention it over the summer (which I'm pissed about). I was NOT expecting one of my closest college friends to be about to have a baby, let alone one that I'm living with.

For the next few months, I helped her out, drove her to doctor appointments, etc, because of course the shitbag boyfriend lives like three hours away (where Anna lives when she's not at college) and refuses to drive over to help her out himself. However, I made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with the baby once it's born. I wouldn't be helping her with diapers, wouldn't babysit, don't want her to put formula bottles on my shelf in the fridge, won't play with the baby or anything. I don't have the patience for that, I don't want the baby in my shit, I work 20 hours a week on top of my classes and homework and do not have time or desire to deal with a tiny human.

Fast forward to when the baby is born, Anna keeps saying she's looking for somewhere else to move, wants to move back full time to live with her shitbag boyfriend, have him help with the baby. Our other roommate Mica helps occasionally with the baby and is willing to do basic stuff and occasionally rocks him to sleep when they're sitting on the couch and stuff, but I refuse. Several months later Anna still hasn't moved out and has barely made the effort she says she will, she talks about the boyfriend a lot but I have literally NEVER seen him in person since the baby was born (he was there for the birth and that's it, drove her to our apartment afterwards since I didn't want to be there, then left again).

If there's ever a time when I'd be the only one home at the apartment and Anna asks me to babysit for a little while, I change plans and always leave so I'm not there even if it just means doing homework at the campus library instead of my room. Anna is exhausted and literally does nothing around the house anymore, never comes grocery shopping with Mica and I because she refuses to leave the baby home alone but doesn't want to take him to the store, I'm doing all of her dishes cause apparently she can't do that either, she asks us to do her laundry and cook dinner and everything for her now and I feel like we're being treated/put into the role of the baby's father.

I cannot stand children, I don't think Anna has any excuse for trying to make us care for her child, she seems to expect us to take care of him while she's in class and she can barely even afford her own share of rent and groceries and stuff let alone a baby (or hiring childcare), and I made it clear even before the baby was born that I wanted nothing to do with him and will not engage with him or do anything for him, and I think my "it's your fault you had a baby, sucks for you, now deal with the consequences" attitude is what might make me an asshole here but I'm so exhausted and my mental energy is always drained from the damn kid screaming and crying and making a mess of the house.

Mica talked to me privately recently and mentioned that they understand that I don't like children and that they're also upset with the fact that Anna can't take care of a child herself when she's a full time college student without a job and a shitty boyfriend who's barely in the picture, but they want me to try to engage more and have a bit of sympathy for Anna and not leave her completely stranded with an infant. I don't want children, I don't want to live with one, and don't want to have to care for one.

It's now April as of writing this and I have since moved out of the apartment (Anna and Mica still live together), I left in January at the start of spring semester when on-campus dorm housing was available and live with another friend whose roommate transferred the prior semester. I still see Anna around campus but I feel like the baby completely ruined our friendship but I still hang out with Mica a lot and occasionally get updates that way. I'm much happier, my mental health is better, and I'm not living constantly stressed and on edge because of the baby, and Anna still hasn't moved in with her boyfriend despite saying she's trying to for months now.

Was I an asshole for refusing to support my roommate and her baby, and essentially giving the ultimatum of "either the baby goes or I do?"

[anjaelle]

Hello darling 💙

Would you consider writing for Count Vronsky from Anna Karenina?

Pairing: Count Alexei Vronsky x Foreign Socialite!Reader Warnings: Borderline Toxic Infatuation, Vintage Slow Burn, (almost) Infidelity Summary: A foreign born socialite/heiress visits a friend in Russia and meets a straight up demon. For @bettytaylorversion (AU where Anna doesn't go back to Vronsky and chooses to stay with Karenin.) Word Count: 2.3K a/n: I remember that Tolstoy made this character so straightforward that you can kind of play around with him as much as you like without changing much about who he is at his core. I can't be left to my own devices. That being said, I don't want purists yelling at me. So I hope everyone takes some of my choices here with a grain of salt.

--x--

Everything about Russia felt intimidating to you: the language, the size of the country, the power of its military, and the show of their aristocratic wealth. You were wealthy. But this was a different kind of wealth. You came to visit your close friend who was another socialite that you met through overlapping inner circles. It'd taken you a while to accept the invitation as you weren't sure how kindly they'd take to a foreigner.

You understood some of the language based on what your friend taught you, but you still weren't confident enough to converse in just Russian. Instead you opted for French, which seemed to work well enough. You knew your native language was a lost cause. While some people in the parlor were polite, others had no interest in speaking with you. A small number seemed interested in you and your home country. Or maybe they just noticed your Very New and Very Parisian wardrobe with your collection of gifted jewels. They decided you were important enough to talk to.

When she introduced you to Count Alexei Vronsky, an officer in the army, you felt her grip on your elbow tighten just the slightest bit. You knew about him. She told you all about his affair with the married woman from Saint Petersburg. You weren't sure how you pictured the man. She said he was handsome, but you lived in a world full of beautiful people. How much different could he be?

That was a terrible miscalculation. The minute he met you, he watched you with the intense interest of a fox stalking its prey. You felt your cheeks warm and your heart thud when he pressed his lips to your gloved knuckle. You averted your eyes when he rose from his bow, not really wanting to convey anything uncouth about the interaction.

The first time he found you alone, you were in your friend's library looking at a map pinned to the wall. He told you about every country he'd lived in, every country he'd traveled through, and which ones he'd be eager to see soon. When you pointed out your country on the map, he licked his lips and an easy smile graced his beautiful face.

"I suppose I have no choice but to come see you now." He said in his thick accent.

You realized, then, that he reminded you of angels you'd see painted on the walls of grand, gilded churches. You told him that you and your fiance would be happy to invite him to your engagement party.

"Hmm." he said, eyeing the map. "Fiancés..." he finished the statement in Russian, so you couldn't understand him.

Before you excused yourself to go find your friend, his fingertips gently grazed the back of your hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Your fiancé is incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful, clever woman."

The second time he found you alone, you'd been exploring the estate and decided to rest in the garden among the wildflowers. As you raised your face to the summer sun, he made his presence known by clearing his throat, causing you to jump to your feet in surprise.

"Good afternoon, startled rabbit." He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him.

"How long have you been standing there?" You warily asked, anxiously adjusting your skirts and brushing the grass from your hair. He cocked his head, studying you, "Long enough to notice that your beauty in parlor candlelight cannot compare to how alluring you are in the light of day."

It was interesting to see him dressed so casually compared to the night before. You wondered what he was still doing at your friend's estate when you knew he had a home of his own. You quickly glanced at her window to see the curtains still closed.

When you boldly asked him if he'd been watching you, something akin to amusement danced across his face, "You like the idea of that? Me watching you?"

"I have a fiancé."

He took a step closer, "That doesn't answer my question."

“You didn’t answer mine.” You countered, looking him square in the eye.

That wasn’t particularly ladylike, and you weren’t sure how anyone would react if they happened upon you and Vronsky standing so close in the garden without a chaperone.

As if reading your mind, he glanced down at your lips, then his eyes fell lower to your bodice. Your engraved gold locket rested on the top of one breast, with your fiancé’s initials glittering under the sun.

“I wasn’t watching you. I was…preoccupied.” His eyes met yours again and you felt like you’d been splashed with icy water. “Your husband—my apologies—your fiancé…he is a man of means? That necklace of yours is exquisite.”

You weren’t stupid. He didn’t care about the necklace. “That is a very inappropriate question to ask.”

“So he is not a man of means.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Who gave you that necklace?”

“Why does it trouble you to know?”

“You deserve a better one.” He murmured. You were unsure if he was still speaking about the jewelry. His fingers ghosted over the exposed skin of your forearm, "I could do that for you. If you wish." You took one large step back and glanced again at your friend’s window to find her watching you both suspiciously.

For the remainder of your stay in Russia, your friend treated you coolly. Though she was kind in private, she wasn't as warm in the company of others. Specifically, in the presence of Count Vronsky who seemed eager to appear more often during your stay and even more eager to get you alone. You reminded yourself that it was a temporary trip, and that you'd be back at your father's estate--and back in your kind fiancé's arms--in no time.

"It's truly fortunate that you're betrothed," your friend said as you gathered your belongings to meet the carriage in the courtyard, "or it'd be a shame to see your name added to the Count's incredibly long list of jilted lovers." There was an edge of bitterness to her tone, but you chose not to bring it up. Instead you marked it as an incredibly odd ending to an otherwise enjoyable trip.

A month later, you nearly fell down the stairs when your father called you down to the foyer to greet his newest client who arrived that morning from Russia. Count Alexei Vronsky bowed as you descended, but you could see the mirth dancing behind his eyes when he righted his posture behind your father's back.

"He says you spoke extensively about my craftsmanship. He felt compelled to come by the shop for his own fitting while he was visiting!" Your father exclaimed merrily, pulling you in for a kiss on the forehead, "My brilliant girl. This will do wonders for us. I knew I could count on you."

Sure, you had spoken highly of you father's tailoring and shoemaking, because as popular as your father was it never hurt to expand the reach of his influence.

That being said, you were sure Vronsky wasn't there for that conversation, and you never continued any form of contact after you departed Russia. You assumed he learned about where you lived through mutual friends. You swore under your breath when your father left you alone to get his sketches from his workshop in the east wing of the estate. Vronsky eyed you briefly, then redirected his interest to the art and artifacts decorating your home. Ever the son born of Russian ice and stoicism, he looked out of place in the warm atmosphere of the home you grew up in.

"Your country is beautiful," he said, arching a dark brow, "a bit too hot for my liking. Though, it is nice to see you in your natural element. I don't think wildflowers like you belong in the comparative cold of a Russian summer."

You felt like you were being tested, but you decided that there wasn't much he could do in the confines of your home. He was, after all, in your territory. Your shoulders relaxed and you chanced a small smile his way, "You'd be surprised to know how resilient I can be."

Surprisingly, he laughed, "I don't think I'd be surprised at all. I know you better than you think I do."

You felt like you'd regret it, but you decided to ask anyway.

"What do you mean by that?"

He began to stroll through the hall of your foyer, pausing every so often to examine a portrait or vase as you trailed behind him.

"You attended your fiancé's nameday feast a few years ago. Of course, he was not your fiancé, then. He was merely your father's apprentice and a quite talented shoemaker from my country who moved and quickly fell in love with...your country." He chuckled to himself at a joke only he seemed to know. "I remember you. I remember that you were an absolute vision in white, and you danced with everyone in the room. Though you were incredibly quiet when you weren't wrapped up in the melody of the orchestra." He glanced over at your confused expression, fighting a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, "Like I said: startled rabbit. Always quiet. Always watching. I remember the way your dress hugged the delicate slope of your shoulders, and the way your necklace caressed your neck. That may have been the first time I craved to exist within the confines of a jeweled pendant. And though I was otherwise...occupied with someone...I do remember the way you consistently laughed when he whispered things to you. A kind gesture, as he's never been that funny."

"So you know him. You were there that night." You whispered, feeling chills running up your arm.

"I was," he shrugged, stopping again at a more recent portrait of you and your father, "as was my duty as his elder brother."

You felt your heart stop in your chest and your brain short circuited. Your fiancé never told you about any siblings, let alone an elder brother. You knew your fiance's father was possibly dead, and that his mother raised him alone in Russia. Was he lying about his life? You weren't sure what was conveyed on your face, but Count Vronsky turned to address you directly.

"My father was not an honorable man. He forbade us from speaking to my half-brother or acknowledging him. Of course, Father is dead now, and God hasn't struck me down for disrespecting the wishes of a dead man. This also isn't the first time I've ever sinned." He grinned widely at you and took a step closer, though you were too shocked to move. "From the minute I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And every time I've seen you since, I regretted not stealing you away for myself."

"That doesn't make any sense..." you murmured, hiding your anxious hands behind your back, "I've never met you before. I'd know. I'd remember."

"You make your presence known at those silly little soirées the ladies have. I never stay for very long, but I've always..." he took another step closer and you realized you'd been backed against a pillar, "I've always noticed you. Dancing. Laughing. Drinking. Sometimes smoking. Does your father know you smoke?"

You glanced down the hall over his shoulder, and in a small voice that surprised you, you whispered, "I don't always do that."

"Mhmm." He reached out to run his warm, slightly calloused fingers along the chain of your necklace, stopping just before the pendant that rested in the valley of your cleavage. Your chest involuntarily heaved, and your knees felt weak, "What other bad things do you 'not always' do?"

You parted your lips to attempt something sharp, but instead you swallowed hard and said, "I'm to be married."

"But you are not married." He was so close, "Do you know how badly I've wanted to come see you since you left?" You could smell the sweet wine of your country on his tongue as he whispered lowly to you, "The thought of his hands on you made me want to abandon all of my obligations to cross the sea. Did you think of me?"

Your gaze fell to his lips, slightly stained red, and then back up into his piercing blue eyes. God, he was beautiful. He caught the action.

"You did."

"I didn't."

"Your eyes betray you, wildflower." His hand grazed your hip above your skirt, and his lips ghosted over your own, "I thought about you every night. I think about how you'd look spread out for me on those expensive sheets your father bought you. Waiting for me. And you're wearing that charming necklace my brother gave you while my tongue is deep in that sweet little--"

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Vronsky swiftly turned away from you to examine the nearest vase again, as if nothing happened. You hadn't realized that your hands were grasping your skirt in your fists and that you were squeezing your thighs together.

You realized then that it'd been so long since you were last touched.

When your father entered the hall, he shot you a curious look before handing Vronsky his latest sketches.

"Here you go, young man. Let me know if these are to your liking. We can begin as early as tomorrow afternoon."

The blond shot your father a charming smile and bowed graciously, "Thank you for taking the time to help a stranger on such short notice."

The conversation sounded like white noise in your ears as you willed your heart to slow down. Even as you composed yourself and released your skirt from your hands, you still felt out of sorts.

When he turned to you and bowed again, he rose and allowed his eyes to trail down the length of your body.

"Always a pleasure to see you again."

[softfem-dom]

mutant file ,, fem oc

name : dolores betelohim nicknames : lola , lolita , dolly , lola dear .

alias : heaven says short form : heaven , heaveny

day of birth : 15th april 19??

height : 5,4

category : mutant (level 4-5)

abbilities : angel morphing , siren song / voice ridden mind-manipulation , dermakinesis , telepathy (weak).

residence : xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

occupation : (apathetic)student

affliction : xmen (occasionally) (since 1998)

state : 𝔞l҉𝔦v҉𝔢?

story

🖇️ early life Dolores was born in a catholic household, under the watch of a caring mother and the hand of a strict yet loving father. As soon as she was old enough to understand the world her she was taught about the love of God, the merciful being above, taken to church every Sunday and with a rosary hanging from her neck.

Pale as a white bunny, with equal curiosity for everything around her, and with eyes as blue as the sky. Her dark, almost coal-y, brunette hair only adding to the purity that seemed to coat her very being.

However, that purity didn't get a chance to last too long. When the priest from the church spotted her, looking like the ethereal esence of a divine being, he revealed himself to not be as kind as everyone had been fooled to believe.

He was part of an organization, an illegal project. To create angels on earth and, by false visual, force the christianism over the rest of religions by existent 'proof' of divine beings.

So, that fateful Sunday after church, she didn't get a chance to go back home. Snatched away with a cloth over her mouth, only to awake in some kind of rusty and old room surrounded by sharp medical props and colorful and strange vials on creaky shelfs.

She was experimented on. Mutated. To grow wings and have the melodic voice of the angels above. Completely stripped off of her own humanity to fake her into a 'divine' being to be worshipped. Surrounded by equal hate and disgust as admiration and amazement. just a prop to a cult.

🖇 xavier's school for gifted youngsters

After years of being trapped within the same walls, being forced to perform like some circus act. After years of being aressed as a divinity yet treated like a lab rat. One fateful days the alarms inside the facility went off, commotion being heard out in the halls, the armored door of her 'room' hiding her away from everything.

Then was when she met Charles Xavier and his team. She would've been scared of the blue man suddenly appearing inside of her room, with a 'poof' and a cloud of smoke, if it weren't for the cross pendant hanging from his neck. Christians were good samaritans, she tried to convince herself.

It turned out, at least that Christian was indeed a good samaritan. Offering her his hand and taking her away from it all, not caring about the wings growing from her back nor the blue in her eyes. She was for once being treated like a human being instead of like a divine being in need to be worshipped yet hidden away.

After that, she met the rest of the team; ororo, jean, charles, scott and kurt —the one who saved her. And found her home in Xavier's school for Gifted Youngsters. She was still seen as an angel within those walls. Yet not for the white wings, nor for the pure blue in her eyes, nor for the pale and perfect of her skin, nor from the melody in her voice, but for her smile and kind heart.

After she started to live out in the open, taking classes like any normal teen and playing outside, it soon became obvious the way her body rejected the necessary nutrients for growing —due to the poor conditions of the lab— and she ended up developing anemia, low iron levels.

Sooner than later, though, new people joined the team. Remy LeBeau aka Gambit, Anna Marie aka Rogue, Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin aka Colossus, Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake aka Ice-Man, Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde aka Shadowcat and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine with whom she'll end up growing closer than she expected. A total contrast to see the dictionary definition of purity and religiousness attached to the hip of the sarcastic and dry-humoured man that was atheist to the damn bone.

🖇character analysis :

dear lola is an optimistic and soft girl, she is deemed extremely chill for her age —y'know puberty and all—. She seems to lack teenager hormones with how calm she is.

despite her past in a laboratory, and all the cultist stuff, she remains catholic and firm to the belief that there is a God up there that will always be there for her in the good and the bad. That's probably one of the reasons she is so close to Kurt, since they share religion and equal passion about it.

She will talk about her religion to anyone who asks or shows interest, even if she knows most people —especially teens— in the school don't give two shits if there is someone above due to their ansty teen rebellion phase she'll remain loyal in her beliefs.

She spends most of her time in the garden, the part with the tallest trees. She likes to climb the trees and spend her hours drawing or reading on the branches.

It's suspected that her calmness and relaxed nature is due to her very low iron, that has her with much less social battery and energy than people her age. She's not allergic to social interaction, but she prefers time alone or time shared in silence.

She's a very loving individual, surprisingly palyful and full of mischief. She loves helping the other teens plot schemes and pranks on the teachers —especially Scott and Logan—.

Everyone believes that the 'angel' part of her are just the white wings in her back, the ones she's always dragging on the floor because they weight quite a lot despite their feather-y appearance. But, in reality, the whole implanted 'divine' part of her is such a monstruous form that she'll never let anyone see it. The fact that she can turn in such a monstruous creature keeps her awake at night sometimes, seeing the reflection of something antromorphic and disgusting in the mirror whenever she looks at it.

Her first encounter with Logan aka the Wolverine wasn't a very pleasant one. He had been living in the school for only two or three days when he stumbled upon the sight of a supposed big bird in the branch of a tree, he wasn't thinking straight when he grabbed a small rock and threw it at the 'animal' —believing it to be something dangerous to the kids in the school—. Only to be met by the sight of a female face turning to him with wide eyes and a heavily offended expression after the loud 'thwack!' of the rock hit her in the back of her head.

She crawled up to the branches of the tree until the green leafs hid her from him and didn't come back down until it was Storm the one calling her from under the tree.

Needless to say Logan was ashamed as fuck after realizing he had threw a rock at a random kid.

After a bit of time and a cookie offering —suggested by Jean— the two of them started to get closer. With Logan freaking the fuck out the first time Lola got up too fast and fell right to the floor, damn low iron.

Despite the two of them being the total ephytomy of opposites, Logan still put up with the religious kid even while being atheist himself. He couldn't give two shits about the 'supposedly' God up in the sky —how would that even work anyways? some huge dude in the sky?—, but he never dismissed her as he never dismissed Kurt even if the two of them paired up were a total pain in the ass.

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Maria Christina, Princess of the Isle (1843-1869)

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Infanta Maria Christina of Selvadorada was born in 1843 to King Felipe III and his wife, Princess Maria Annunciata of Tartosa. Maria Christina grew up in a large family, having four brothers and four sisters. The Infanta enjoyed singing and dancing and often performed for her family at the palace. Infanta Maria Christina enjoyed a close relationship with her two older siblings, Infanta Isabella and Infante Gabriel who were close in age. Maria Annunciata was a strict mother and was often harsher on her daughters. Infanta Isabella was a rebellious princess who pushed boundaries with her mother and used her sister, Maria Christina, as an accomplice. As Maria Christina became older, her cheerful demeanor diminished until she became a quieter and more mellow version of herself. Maria Christina found joy in reading and playing music which her mother encouraged. The young Infanta often accompanied her parents to official engagements and was always described as charitable and kind.

In 1863, the Princess became engaged to Charles, Prince of the Isle, heir to the Windenburgian throne. While staying at the Champes Les Sims residence of her cousin, Princess Anna of Tartosa, she met the Prince of the Isle. The Prince became enchanted by the young Infanta whom he saw playing the harp. The couple were described as "instantly smitten with one another" by Princess Odette at a banquet she had hosted for the Prince. Odette, who had orchestrated the engagement, was eager for the match, as Maria Christina was a cousin of her husband.

In 1863, the Infanta was married to Charles, Prince of the Isle. The wedding was a grand affair, taking place at the St. Bartholomew Cathedral in San Myshuno. A second Jacoban ceremony was held privately afterward. Following the ceremony, a week of banquets and balls were held to celebrate the new couple. Infanta Maria Christina remained a devout Jacoban, however her children would be raised in the Peteran faith.

Maria Christina had a difficult time adapting to the Windenburg court but found solace in her sisters-in-law, Princess Charlotte and Princess Matilda. Queen Mary was instantly impressed by the Infanta's charm and beauty, comparing her to Helen of Troy in her diary. The Queen affectionately called the Infanta "Tina" which became a family nickname. The couple settled at Honey House, the former residence of Charles' grandmother, The Duchess of Rochester. Charles loved his beautiful new wife, however even her company couldn't cure his melancholia. The whole family was deeply saddened by the birth of Maria Christina's stillborn son in 1864. The Queen, who had shown little sympathy for the miscarriages her own daughters suffered, was reportedly heartbroken and shocked by the stillbirth. With the fragile state of her husband's mental health, and her sisters-in-law leaving Windenburg to get married, the Infanta found herself all alone at court. In 1866, she gave birth to a healthy baby, Princess Alexandra. Charles and Maria Christina were delighted by the birth of their daughter whom she nursed herself, which was quite unusual for highborn women of the time. Due to her isolation, the Infanta turned toward religion, visiting the royal chapel nearly every day. In 1869, her prayers came true, and the Infanta gave birth to twins, Prince Henry, and Princess Charlotte. Soon after the birth, Maria Christina passed away due to complications. The next day, her infant son, Prince Henry, would also pass away. The tragic deaths of Maria Christina and Henry would forever haunt Charles who would never recover. Her cousin's daughter, Princess Adelaide of Brichester would later marry her husband and raise her children as her own.

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the girl next store; luke hughes

summary: she always tried not be in love with her best friends little brother but she can’t push away her feelings forever

cynthia jade brown x luke hughes

part one, part two, part three

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Cynthia Jade Brown the only child of the Brown family. Her father, Christopher Brown a famous movie director that has directed many films that have received oscar’s, he used to be a hockey player up until he graduated collage along side his best friend Jim Hughes. Then he met his wife, Anna Woods an inspiring and rising artist at the time and now has many famous art museums around the world. Christopher and Anna moved to Ontario around similar time as the Hughes, making the three Hughes brothers and Cynthia grow up around each other. The two families always have been very close and more like one family, as they lived next store to each other.

Cynthia having followed her mothers passion in art but loving to design clothes and modeling the most, she became a model at a young age, but that’s not saying she didn’t love hockey like how her father and the Hughes, it just wasn’t something she wanted to do as a career, she played most of her life and had offers to go professional but couldn’t see herself doing so, so she decided to stop playing on a team but still practices and plays fun games with the Hughes brothers as much as possible.

Cynthia and Jack were born on the same day a year apart making the two act like twins and Jack insisting that the two are twins and best friends, They have always had a special bond, a bond that is completely platonic. Jack and Cynthia are always been on each other others sides. Jack has always been very protective of his best friend. The two have always lived near each other as Cynthia and Jack went to New Jersey the same time and lived with their friend Ty for a few years before Cynthia got her own penthouse that was close by but the two have always lived within a few minutes of each other. They were also pretty young when they moved away from their family so they started a lot of traditions just the two of them as they celebrated most holidays and birthdays together, when one of them were sick they would take care of each other, when they were just having a bad day they always have each other.

Quinn has always remembered having Cynthia in his life and having been told from a young to protect his younger siblings that just made him assume that included Cynthia as well, it wasn’t till he got older he realized that she wasn’t actually his sister but that didn’t change anything, he’s always been the most protective of her and has always had a huge soft spot for his little sister. Cynthia does tend to have a jobs in Vancouver or Seattle and will always make it into a little trip to visit Quinn for the few days and watch his game. Cynthia always thought of Quinn as her big brother and her biggest protector.

Now Cynthia and Luke have always been more complicated, if you asked Jack he would say he thought the two treated each other like siblings but if you asked anyone else in either of their families they would tell you Luke has always had the biggest heart eyes for Cynthia. As Luke grew the more he realized what he felt for Cynthia and there were years where he could barely speak to her or be anywhere near her without blushing or stuttering over his words. Cynthia though has always been hesitant for what she felt for Luke as Jack has always been her best friend and she doesn’t ever want to betray his trust by falling for his little brother, Cynthia never realized what Luke felt for her and she didn’t want to start something with him that could end bad if he never felt the same. Cynthia has always treated him kindly and she treated the softest out of everyone but she tried to pretend that her feelings for him was platonic.

Ellen and Cynthia have always had an adorable relationship, Ellen having always wanted a daughter, has one in Cynthia. Ellen and Anna have been best friends since childhood. There’s been many days where the mom’s and Cynthia will go shopping and have a girls days, most of those times the three boys would complain that the moms were taking their Cynthia. Ellen is the only Cynthia has talked about her feelings for Luke. Ellen has always know Cynthia was made for Luke and she knows the two will end up together one day. It was Ellen who suggested the name Cynthia to her parents and they chose it for her name.

Jim and Cynthia are just as close, Cynthia enjoying just watching hockey games with Jim and her father, she’s always enjoyed spending time with Jim always thinking of him like a second father. Jim and Christopher met on their first hockey teams as children and have been best friends since. Jim always enjoyed Cynthia destroying his boys on the ice as she’s always been an amazing hockey player, one even the boys have hard time keeping up with.

Christopher and Anna had always planned for lots kids, they wanted a very big family but the birth of Cynthia was a very very dangerous one and it caused Anna to not be able to have any more children, and at first the two were devastated they couldn’t give their daughter siblings and have a big family but the more they thought about it Cynthia was perfect for them and in the end they ended up gaining three sons in Quinn, Jack and Luke. Their family felt full and completely with all of them. Cynthia has always been the perfect mix of her parents, her sparkling hazel eyes from her father, her button nose from her mother, her chestnut brown hair from her mother, her determination and passion of hockey from her father, her ability in everything art from her mother, her stubbornness definitely from both of her parents, her cheekiness from her father, her kindness from her mother.

Cynthia started collage in 2019 having graduated high school a year early, going to The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, the number one collage for fashion. She started living with Jack as her collage is only a few minutes away from New Jersey. She started at a new agency for modeling and she started her classes to get her degree in fashion design. After finishing her first year at college she knew this is where she wanted to live for a long while.

August 14, 2023

Cynthia was cuddled up in her bed in her room at the Hughes lake house, sketching a new design in her sketch book, hearing a knock at the door and calling a come in. She looked up seeing Luke shyly peaking his head in the room holding something behind his back, She smiled patting the spot of her bed next to her, “Hi lukey.”

Luke smiled walking over ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks, “Hi jj.” Luke the only person who’s ever been aloud to call her that, Luke having picked the nickname from her middle name Jade. Luke sat down next to her bringing his hand forward showing a napkin filled with something as he gently unfolded the napkin revealing a bunch of warm chocolate chip cookies, “Mom made cookies so i grabbed a bunch before the rest of them could steal them all.” He brushed back a curl off his forehead avoiding eye contact with the girl he’s always been in love with.

Cynthia heart soften the way it only ever did around Luke, a reminder of what she will always feel for him despite trying to hide it with one night stands and short relationships, “Your the sweetest Lukey, Thank you.” She smiled squeezing Luke arm in thankfulness before grabbing a cookie and munching on it. Cynthia looked up at a Luke seeing him yawn and his eyes drooping the way they do when he’s tried and needs a nap. She pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed patting it while looking at Luke.

“What?” Luke looked at in confusion trying not to get his hopes up that she wants him to lay next to her.

“Come here silly i can see you falling asleep from here.” Cynthia gently smiled, watching the red hue appear darker on his cheeks before he got up and slid under the covers resting his head on the pillow before looking yp at her eyes looking for something, something she wasn’t sure what before he scooted forward and cuddled into her side and his arm draped across her stomach. Cynthia tensed slightly before relaxing running a tentative hand through Luke’s curls becoming more comfortable at the happy sound that left Luke and how he melted even more into her.

“Thank you baby.” Luke voice was deep with sleep his eyes already fluttered shut falling asleep so quick he didn’t even realize the name fall for him lips, but Cynthia did, making her hand freeze and her eyes widen in surprise looking down at a peaceful sleeping Luke.

Maybe that was a sign, a sign to her Luke does feel something for her. She thought back to all her memories with Luke and the way he’s always been sweet and wanting to be around her, she remembers how his cheeks are always red around her and tried to remember a time she’s seen him with a girl where his cheeks were blushed, maybe she’s been so involved trying to push her feelings away she’s missed all the signs in front of her. Maybe she should try with Luke not missing out a change of an epic love with him for Jack. She has a feeling now that for the first time in five years that they are going to live close by each other again, things are going to change and that filled her with an odd amount of excitement.

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September 6, 2023

Luke groaned throwing his head back as the pillow fell to the floor having not been able to block the sounds coming from the room across from him. Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket opening up his text messages with Cynthia.

Jj🤍

luke: You home?

cynthia: about to be, why?

luke: Can i come over? Jack has a girl over.

cynthia: course lukey🤍

luke: ❤️

Luke clicked his phone off throwing his legs off the side of the bed, hitting the floor with his feet, he slid on a pair of air forces. He grabbed his hockey bag that was hanging from his desk chair, he grabbed another outfit knowing he’s staying the night and have practice in the morning so there’s no point to come home first, he grabbed some of his toiletries throwing them in his bag before grabbing his hoodie and throwing it, quickly walking out the apartment trying to avoid hearing anymore sounds for him brother and the girl he had over.

Luke quickly hopped into his car starting the thirty ish minute drive to Cynthia’s penthouse, the drive was done before he knew it and he was parking his car and walking through the front lobby giving them the workers a nod knowing they already know him having seen him here many times before. Luke got in the elevator heading to the top floor that Cynthia’s penthouse is at. Luke walked out of the elevator heading towards the front door knocking on it, leaning against the wall waiting to hear his favorite footsteps, after a minute or two he heard a pair of footsteps rushing to the door, unlocking it showing a freshly shower Cynthia who’s dark brown hair is soaking wet falling down her back and a white fluffy towel wrapped around her, her body still wet from the shower.

“Hi Lukey! Sorry i took longer that i thought.” Cynthia smiled at her favorite boy tightening her grip on her towel that’s covering her, Luke harshly swallowed trying not to look at anything other than her eyes.

“It’s fine.” Luke smiled tightly trying to ignore the thoughts coming to his head, walking in feeling his skin spark at the slight brush of his arm to hers.

“I’ll be right back.” Cynthia quickly headed down the hall towards where he knows is her room.

Luke slipped his shoes off putting them on the self in the front entrance, he walked to the living room setting his bag on one of the chairs before taking a seat on her couch. He leaned his head back resting it against the back of the couch closing his eyes, before opening them hearing the patter of footsteps coming towards him, Cynthia wearing a knitted white sweater that loosely hung off her shoulder and a pair of grey sweatpants that were way to big for her, a pair that looks exactly like his the ones she borrowed from him.

“Are those my sweatpants?” Luke looked up at her grinning as he asked the question, he already knew the answer as the pants have his number on one of the front pockets and his old school logo. He thought she just got rid of them after she borrowed them a few years ago when she spent a weekend at his collage to watch him play.

Cynthia cheeks got slightly red, “Yes.”

Luke smiled seeing the red on her cheeks, He bit his lip to stop a bigger grin from forming on his face before patting the spot next to him, She quickly walked over to him and sitting next to him and she looked slight hesitant to move any closer, Luke saw this and put his arm slowly around her and pulled her closer. He watched as she relaxed fully against him and he heard her breathe out sigh as she cuddled into his chest, he smiled leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Luke has felt the change between them since the lake house, Cynthia the last few years has always been more hesitant around Luke and been less touchy with him but lately she seems to have relaxed and is back to cuddling with him like she used to a lot.

“Jack has another girl over.” Cynthia quietly chucked knowing what’s its like to live with Jack, having lived with him for almost two years when they both moved to New Jersey and then she moved to New York to her own penthouse.

“Yeah it’s the same one as the last few times though.” Luke answered running a hand through Cynthia’s wet hair.

“The same one?” Cynthia asked in surprise as Jack has been on a playboy streak the last year since his break up with his ex.

“I know!” Luke laughed having thought the same thing, knowing Jack doesn’t sleep with the same person twice so it was different.

“You’re staying the night, right?” Cynthia asked hoping Luke will stay like he has the last few times he came over the last month since he’s moved to New Jersey.

“Course Jj.”

“Good.” Cynthia looked at Luke wrist looking at his watch seeing that it was already almost nine a clock at night and she was starving, “Did you eat?”

“Nope not yet.” Luke twirled a piece of her hair around his finger, “Chinese?”

“Duh!” Cynthia grinned knowing Luke loves the Chinese place she always gets food from. Cynthia quickly pulled out her phone ordering there usually for delivery and paying for it before Luke could it. She grinned as she felt Luke try to take her phone she moved forwards out of the way laughing as she submitted the order.

“Hey i was suppose to buy this time.” Luke playfully complained wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her towards him making her fall into his lap, he dug his fingers into her side where he knows is her ticklish spot and he was right soon the penthouse was filled with sound of her laugh and Luke chuckles as he watched her try to squirm away.

“I-m S-orr-y.” Cynthia tried to get out as she continued to laugh.

“No you’re not.” Luke smiled slowly stopping tickling her, Her laugh slowly died down but her smile stay bright and full, Her head turned making their noses brush, both not realizing they were that close, and not even paying attention that she is still sitting on his lap.

“Hi.” Cynthia voice was barley a whispered when she looked up Luke through her long eyelashes and her hand rested on the back of his neck, her fingers curling around one of his curls.

“Hi.” Luke whispered back watching her as he gently moved forward and bumped his nose with hers, loving how her nose scrunched in response.

She gently leaned towards him and rested her forehead against his, feeling at peace in his arms and she knew then, that she couldn’t push her feelings away anymore and she deserved a chance to love him and Luke deserves to be loved.

Luke smiled closing his eyes enjoying the closeness with Cynthia.

Cynthia pulled back from him resting her head on his shoulder feeling his hands run though her hair.

“Can i braid your hair?” Luke softly asked as both of their mothers have taught him from a young age, as he always wanted to be the one to do Cynthia’s hair for her.

“Course.” Cynthia lifted her head off his shoulder kissing his cheek and gently getting up and walking to down the hall to her bathroom, not seeing the red that grew on Luke’s cheek at the affection from her.

Luke watched as she came back with her brush and hair ties. Cynthia walked over sitting between his legs handing him the brush and relaxing at him doing her hair.

Luke gently brushed her hair out before splitting it into three sections and starting the braid as he done thousands of times before.

Cynthia wasn’t even sure if Luke knew how much she only enjoyed him doing her hair, she didn’t like when anyone else did it. She felt him reaching the end of the braid and handed him the hair tie.

“There.” Luke set the braid on her shoulder letting her see, “Beautiful as always.” He smiled down at her watching her look at him with a look in her eyes he’s sees through the mirror in his own.

Cynthia turned slightly still sitting on the floor between his legs resting her cheek on his thigh, looking up at Luke. She doesn’t know how she’s misread the look he’s giving her, a look she realizes he’s always given her.

Luke hand went towards her cheek hovering slightly from touching her looking at her for permission, He watched her smile at him before moving her head towards his hand and nuzzling into his hand. Luke couldn’t help but smile watching Cynthia.

Luke didn’t want her to sit on the floor any longer, “Come here.” Luke patted the spot next to him as he gently took his hand off her face.

Cynthia eyes flickered towards him before biting her lip before she stood up, she looked at Luke who was watching her as she slowly sat down on his lap instead on the couch. She watched his face for anything to make her get off him but all she saw was a smile grow and red rush to his cheeks. Cynthia rested her ear against his chest hearing his heart beat as she cuddled up on her lap, something that is easy to do as there is seven inches of height difference between the two.

Luke looked down smiling seeing Cynthia fully curled up on his lap, he grabbed one of her hands fiddling with the stacks of rings on her fingers. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, before the doorbell went off, the two knowing it’s their food.

Cynthia grumbled slightly as she was starting fall asleep in the comfort of Luke, Luke smiled slightly brushing her baby hair off her forehead, “Come on baby, we’ve got to get up.” Luke didn’t even realize what he called her, to focused watching her reluctantly getting off him and heading towards the kitchen. Luke shook his head fondly before standing up and heading to the door grabbing the food that was set on the floor in front of the door, he locked and closed the door behind before heading to the kitchen where he saw her waiting for him.

Cynthia head was rested on the kitchen island as she sat on one of her barstool chairs when she heard him walk into the kitchen setting the food down, She lifted her head helping him unpack the food, Luke slid into the chair next to her as they shared all their favorites.

They are in silence before they both finished and they both got up to throw their trash away. Luke turned around from the trash can taking the trash from Cynthia’s hand throwing it away. He turned back around seeing her lean her body against the kitchen island looking at him. Luke walked closer towards her, looking down at her noticing how her eyes were moving around his face slowly but kept flickering back to his lips, he gently put his hand on her waist and easily picked up her setting her up on the kitchen island.

Luke rested his hands on both sides of her legs leaning towards her slightly, “Tell me to stop and i will.” Luke voice was barley a shaky whisper, he knew if he kissed her once he would never be able to stop. The tension between the two had been there for years, filled with unspoken feelings and yearning for each other.

Cynthia took a deep breath, she didn’t want to hide her love for Luke anymore, she wanted to be with him despite what might happen with Jack, Ellen once told her she needs to listen to her heart and not her head so right now she going to listen to her heart. “Kiss me Luke.”

And that’s all it took for Luke to leaned towards capturing her lips with his, her hands went to the back of his head pulling him closer as the two kept kissing, both of their hearts beating so loud and the only though they had was each other. They both could feel the others smiles grow as they kissed. The two slowly pulled back to both catch their breaths.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Luke shyly confessed his cheeks red and his breath slight short from kissing her so long, he watch her smile turn shy and pink dust her cheeks, a look that makes her look even more beautiful.

“Me too.” Cynthia admitted looking up at him with a smile reserved just for him, “I’m sorry it took awhile.” She grabbed one of his hands squeezing it with both of her hands before pressing the back of his hand to her lips.

“It’s okay.” Luke face was set in a permanent smile, he knew they needed to talk more about everything but right now he was content with just holding her, he scooted as close as he could with her sitting on the counter, feeling her head rest again his chest. Luke leaned his head forward kissing her head before resting his chin on her head. He could feel the soft yawns coming from her.

Luke gently stepped back from her making her look up at him, “Come on baby let’s get you to bed.” She looked up with him puppy eyes that are impossible to say no too, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Luke just smiled easily lifting her off the counter and feeling her legs wrap around his waist and her head nuzzling into his neck. Luke gently held her as he walked across her penthouse towards her room, He walked towards her bed pulling back her white and pink flowered duvet covert and gently leaned down with her letting her back hit the bed and feeling her gently let go of him as she cuddled into her bed. Luke brushed a stray hair off her forehead before kissing her forehead and standing up turning away and going to head to his guest room when a voice called out.

“Lukey where are you going?” Cynthia voice was soft as she lifted her head slightly seeing Luke starting to walk towards the door.

“My room?” Luke questioned not knowing if it was too early to stay in her bed.

Cynthia just looked at him and smiled, she turned over in bed pulling up the other side of the duvet and patting the bed while looking towards Luke.

Luke smiled before pulling his hoodie and shirt off and setting them on the couch in front of her bed before sliding into the bed, next to her feeling Cynthia instantly cuddled up next to him and breath out a sigh of relief.

“You’re never not sleeping next to me you’re so warm.” Cynthia mumbled cuddling up as close as possible, enjoying the warmth Luke always seem to carry on him and she is usually always very cold.

“Okay Baby.” Luke smiled kissing her head, feeling her already falling asleep and it wasn’t soon before he fell asleep.

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Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

[sgiandubh]

Hi!

Fitness Anon here…

The brand new photos of S’s pap walk in Soho today remind me of something I wanted to share with you about AM (now AD): Her husband plays football in Germany. About ten day ago there were reports in the yellow press about the get together of thee Munich players and their families as the Bundesliga sesason had ended.

AM was mentioned there with her baby. It was stated that she had previous relationships with other sport stars. None of these news mentioned her being linked to S.

https://www.bild.de/sport/fussball/fc-bayern-kennen-sie-die-alle-schon-das-sind-bayerns-neue-spielerfrauen-664c48952c12487f81715baf

Dear (returning) Fitness Anon,

I will translate the relevant part of that article. It's funny how S didn't make the Bild editor's cut, eh?

He should really stop wasting money on such #silly BS. Nobody - I repeat: NO-EFFIN'- BODY - gives a flying fuck anymore.

Ok, perhaps Data Lounge does give a (static) fuck, but this is what they do for just about everybody in showbiz. S's personal brand has seemingly gone from magic to trash. Let us hope it won't turn into a cautionary tale of sorts.

But onwards to Bild's article: 'Do you know all of them? These are the wives of the new players of the Bayern Munich'

[Photo legend: 'the Bayern star player Eric Dier with his model girlfriend Anna at the secret end-of-season party at the Käfer']

'Are you familiar with all these ladies?

Last Sunday [note: May 19th], FC Bayern organized a secret end-of-season party at Munich's upscale Käfer restaurant - despite the 2:4 defeat in Hoffenheim, the drop to third place in the Bundesliga and the first season without a title since 2012, the mood among the majority of guests was good.

It was a true family brunch! Featuring some lesser known faces... (....)'

Anna Dier: It was love at first sight for Eric Dier (30) and the South African model. After they became a couple in 2022, they got engaged in November of the same year and married in July 2023.

Shortly after, they announced on Instagram that they were expecting their first child. The baby was born at the end of January [2024]. The defender player shows loving care for the baby, as seen on the return flight from Madrid, after the 1-2 defeat in the match opposing the Real. Anna and the little one went there to support him!

Before meeting Eric Dier, Anna was in a relationship with Alexis Sanchez (35). The Chilean record international player formerly was active at Arsenal FC, Manchester United, Inter Milan and Olympique Marseille, among others.'

But... but...

Vielen Dank, dear Fitness Anon. Between three Tumblr trolls and Das Bild, I choose to believe Germany's best-selling daily newspaper, that's been around since 1952.

[endiness]

therica and myanna talking about the rest of the cast

“We have some fun facts,” MyAnna giggled. “Cassie Clare is a phenomenal singer and dancer,” Therica pitched in. “Behind the scenes, she would be teaching people dance steps and moves - which was great fun.” MyAnna followed up with: “The Aretuza lot are the most fun – but I may be biased. There's always great banter, and there's always great care shown between everyone.” Anna Shaffer has the “most incredible singing voice” according to the two, with MyAnna taking a moment to gush over her style as well. “She'll rock up to work and you'll just be like: ‘How do you look like that?’ These outfits that she just throws together, she just chucks the clothes on and she looks like something that's fallen out of Vogue.” Buring continues on to compliment Safiyya Inger, who plays Keira Metz, saying: “if you ever want anyone to teach you any lightsabre movements, you go to them.” According to Therica: “Mahesh (Jadu) is honestly like a man of like the earth and everything spiritual. He's got the most calming presence. I remember in season one he gave me this special piece of wood that is meant to cleanse your space and your aura. You have an ailment; you go to Mahesh basically.” Adding a few more comments before admitting there’s too many facts to share, MyAnna hurriedly commented: “And Lars Mikkelsen!! Behind the scenes he’ll walk around learning passages from Hamlet - he's that cool. Mimi (Ndiweni) has the best humour. Eamon Farren is sunshine. He's like born incarnate sunshine. I mean, we can go on.”

[ladymacbeths]

macbeth related posts/articles/essays masterlist

hi! here's a list of almost every single anaysis Thing I've come across in like two months of being insane about the scottish play. Most are about lady macbeth/the gender theme btw.

‘He has no children’: The centring of grief in The Show Must Go Online’s Macbeth - Gemma Allred: on the misogyny that frequently surrounds conversations around Lady Macbeth

this post by @amillionmillionvoices: Same topic as the previous one, but goes more in depth, explains ladymac’s motivations as mostly coming from love not self-serving ambition.

this post by @dukeofbookingham: also explains the prior point very prettily— that ladymac is (mostly) motivated by love, but also makes the case that many of it is guilt born from not fulfilling societal expectations

On the character of Lady Macbeth - Dr. Emil Pfundheler: paper that explains the same point made in the previous post, using the text to explain. Written in 1873 so explains gender as a dichotomy, but once you take that out, its points are very good.

Characteristics of women: moral, political, and historical - Anna Jameson: aka Why Lady Macbeth is not inherently evil— same topic and the other two, but focuses a bit on the fact that she is A Woman. Not my favorite, but worth reading I suppose. Also includes analyses of many female Shakespeare characters. It does include some very bad history in the beginning— Gruoch did not orchestrate Duncan’s murder. That’s something Hector Boece made up.

Lady Macbeth: “Infirm of purpose” (from The Woman’s Part: Feminist Criticism of Shakespeare) - Joan Larsen Klein: on how she both fits and doesn’t fit the idea of a reinassance wife— doesn’t fit because she isn’t aligned to god (this read more like a Christian analysis than a feminist one if I’m being honest), but fits them because she behaves like one, only subverts them because she’s like, the evil murder girl version of the Wife. The essay right after this one is also very good.

The Hysteria of Lady Macbeth: required reading if you wanna play her Btw not kidding. Analyzes her character thru the lens of freudian psychology. Screws up the text of the play a bit but provides an actual in-depth explanation of how sonnambulism works. Note that "hysteria" is not a current psychological diagnosis, but a symptom of other conditions. Still extremely interesting.

The Macbeths - G. K. Chesterton: analysis of their relationship, makes some interesting point on the differences of the nature of their ambition and desire to kill the king

Shakespeare’s tragic frontier; the world of his final tragedies - Willard Farnham: this one is long but oh boy does it go deep. Talks about the lore of the witches, explains historical context to find out how the real events were so screwed up, makes an interesting point about Macbeth’s conscience against Lady Macbeth’s, and lastly talks about the tragic world of Macbeth compared to other tragedies.

Women’s fantasy of manhood: a Shakespearean theme - D. W. Harding: exactly what it says on the tin, using ladymac and her skewed (and I’d call romanticized) idea of what a man is that she pushes on Macbeth. So yeah, talks about the gender theme. Also talks about Goneril from Lear, Cleopatra, and Volumnia from Coriolanus and how they fit the theme— although ladymac is the only one who goes downhill from it.

Unnatural women in William Shakespeare’s Macbeth - Elizabeth Klett: I’ll be honest I didn’t love this one a lot. Basically talks about how every woman in Macbeth defies gender roles. Doesn’t go too deep however. But the book has a ton of essays analyzing female characters in classic lit.

[thestarlessdark]

Bungou Stray Dogs Original Abilities

I made the following abilities for Bungou Stray Dogs that are free to use with credit. The name of the abilities are mainly based off of the titles from the works of authors and poets.

Last Update: 25/08/24

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The Snake Song by R. K. Narayan: This ability allows the user to transform into a huge serpent. They gain all the characteristics and abilities of one, enhanced to a somewhat supernatural degree. The user can also grow and shrink as per their will in this form, from the size of a normal snake to the size of a two-and-a-half storey building.

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: This ability allows the user to manipulate their shadow to do their bidding. The strength of the shadow depends on the intensity of light around it i.e. more the light, the stronger the shadow. If more than one shadow is formed by a light source, the user can control all of them at once. However, the attacks will be much weaker as the ability will be split between several shadows.

A Living God by Yakumo Koizumi (born Lafcadio Hearn): This ability allows the user to bring their echo to life. They can use it to relay messages and find hiding spots of specific targets by their will for up to thirty minutes at a time. However, this ability can work only in a closed rooms with hard walls.

War and Peace by Lev Tolstoy: This ability allows the user to induce either positive or negative feelings in its targets. They can induce a sense of violent rage which can suppress the affected person’s thoughts and cause them to blindly attack others as well as induce a sense of peace that replaces the rage with bliss and serenity. However, this ability can work only in a limited area and the user’s mind may divide to handle the opposing forces.

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale: This ability allows the user to converse with the flora and fauna environment to the point of convincing them to act as personal messengers and spies. However, since the user has such a strong connection to nature, dangerous and unstable situations like violent conflicts can cause a lot of mental anguish.

Daffodils by William Wordsworth: This ability allows the user to induce a sense of blissful peace into anyone they touch after activation. While it is useful for calming people down, it can also be used to hypnotise people into a state of such penetrating ecstasy that not only does it render them completely ignorant to their surroundings but causes the victim to experience intense desperation and need to feel that kind of serenity for days after breaking out of it.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol: This ability allows the user to transport anyone they touch into a pocket dimension called Wonderland upon activation. It is frequented by characters such as the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter etc. who take on absurd forms and try to keep the target inside Wonderland by the means of bizarre requests. However, the target can escape by ignoring the characters’ demands and finding the exit. This ability is quite similar to Lucy’s.

‘The Scottish Play’ by William Shakespeare: This ability allows the user to imbue anyone with misfortune if anyone except themselves whisper the name ‘Macbeth’. The user has no control over what the misfortune is or when it will happen as the ability only assures them that it will happen with certainty. They may also revoke the curse by uttering the words, ‘fair is foul, and foul is fair’.

Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl: This ability allows the user to manifest a fox-like phantom which can steal any object the user tells it to do so but on the condition that the stolen object is used to help someone.

Vasilisa the Beautiful by Alexander Afanasyev: This ability allows the user to call upon a magical doll named Vasilisa to aid them in various tasks. Vasilisa can perform simple actions such as scouting, delivering items or providing advice. She can also heal minor wounds or provide temporary boosts to skills, adding to her role as a helpful and protective companion.

[justzawe]

Zawe Ashton Covers AMAZING Magazine | Issue 4

Actor, author, playwright and new mum Zawe Ashton adds another string to her bow: supervillain. As she joins the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she tells AMAZING about her love of poetry, getting physical on the set of The Marvels and the unwavering support of her own parents.

Zawe Ashton is no stranger to playing the antagonist. From her very first film role as rude schoolgirl Bianca in 2009’s St Trinian's 2: The Legend Of Fritton's Gold, to playing the intimidatingly cool Violet “Vod” Nordstrom in four seasons of student sitcom Fresh Meat and – more recently - as the rejected Julia Thistlewaite in 2022 period drama, Mr. Malcolm’s List, Ashton has a knack for taking on characters who appear unlikeable on paper… and making audiences fall in love with them. However, for her latest role as Dar-Benn in The Marvels, she had to go full villain.

“Very little can prepare you to have to embody an antagonist at this level, in a Universe that is literally not known to anyone – like our Space - and to make it real and impactful,” says the London-born actor, a new recruit to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. “There's something deeply humbling about having to return to the sandbox; you have to go back to the playground and that was something I was not expecting. You have to indulge in adult play and it’s surprisingly vulnerable. I know that there are gamers out there, there are cosplayers out there, there are adults who have managed to keep that level of childlike play going and I respect it so much. There's a self-consciousness that can take over if you are not careful. Trying to react realistically to a laser coming towards you is not something I’d done since I was seven years old, and I had to get to that level of childlike confidence to just delve into the imagination. Once that was all clearer, the villainous elements came so much from the physical world, with costume and hair.”

For 39-year-old Ashton, adult play will likely become a more frequent fixture in her life, thanks to her most exciting new role – as a mother. She welcomed her first child in 2022 with fiancé Tom Hiddleston, her co-star in the 2019 revival of Harold Pinter's Betrayal on London’s West End, later transferred to Broadway. “What has genuinely surprised me about motherhood is how much I don't feel ready to talk about it,” she laughs. “And this isn’t to shut down the conversation. I have gained so much insight from public people who have this incredible candour and this disarming, relatable dialogue about it very early on, but it's something that I am just dedicating time to absorbing. I’m listening rather than expelling energy. That genuinely has surprised me, because it's something you want to shout from the rooftops about; it's the most unparalleled, most important role in my life. The surprise has been how quiet I want to be about it. Maybe that's also me as a writer and this is something that will come through the pen at some point.”

Ashton attended London’s Anna Scher Theatre School from the age of six and was a member of the National Youth Theatre, before getting her degree in acting at Manchester Metropolitan University, but writing has always been significant in her life. She won the London Poetry Slam Championship in 2000, becoming the event’s youngest winner, at 17. “I may have been knocked off that pillar long ago, but in my head I'm still the youngest,” she laughs. “I love poetry. I had not written for a really long time; during the pandemic I lost a huge chunk of my creative soul when it came to putting pen to paper, which was really scary and was clearly the fallout of being in survival mode and feeling quite fearful. People's attention spans just went all sorts of different ways, didn't they? It was very hard for me to read, and it was very hard for me to write, which is very strange for me.

“More recently, a friend of mine from drama school who I used to do open mic nights with in Manchester – I used to perform poetry and she used to sing - asked me to write a poem for her wedding. I had a few moments where it was really tough, but I did it. I love her and I'm so happy for her, and being inspired enough to get a poem out and read it aloud really opened the floodgates. So, weirdly enough, I've been writing a lot of poetry recently and found a new love for it. I will always continue to use poetry as a way to understand the world. It's just so much part of who I am.”

For Zawe's full interview and shoot, order your copy of AMAZING issue 4 now. The Marvels is out now.