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WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HAD JUST PLAYED THE NEW UPDATE AND THE BAD ENDING KILLED ME. I WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH MY COMPUTER BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE 😭 I'LL NEVER LOOK AT AXES AND CROWE THE SAME EVER AGAIN
sorry for being overdramatic that ending really hurt me and i love crowe 😢
can you write crowe and reader's date after they got together in day 1? let's say Sol didn't find out when crowe and reader kissed so crowe gets to live (not for long tho)
i just wanted a peaceful love life with Jericho Ichabod 😭
CROWE X GN READER
spoilers for the update (bad ending)
a/n: an au where mc remembers all the saves they've done and knowing that they'll never be able to reciprocate crowe's feelings without putting him in danger would make pretty good angst ngl.
cw: slight angst (I'm sorry I couldn't help it). overall very fluffy. i think. reader is lowkey a simp.
bonus fanart at the end!
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He's so pretty it hurts. Pretty like the way his braided hair fell gracefully on his shoulders. Pretty like the ethereal glow that kissed his tan skin in the afternoon sun. Pretty, like his sapphire irises that gazed at you with such fondness that it made your heart ache.
Fuck. He's so beautiful and you're sure he's aware of it.
"(Name)? Are you okay?" He asks as if you'll ever be okay when he looks at you like that.
After that night— that one special night that might as well be one of your core memories. It was your first kiss. With Crowe. The guy you thought would never reciprocate your feelings. The man who liked you longer than you did.
Crowe.
And now, it's just you two in your comfort spot. The school garden. After that night he invited you here. For what? A date? Gee, is he trying to kill you or something?
It was already difficult enough to face him after.. well, the kiss. Now he decided to invite you to somewhere private. Just the two of you. Crowe and I.
It's weird thinking like that. It feels weird to put your name beside Crowe, even if you've discreetly written your name next to him with a heart multiple times on your notebook.
And yet you still called yourself a mere 'admirer'. How naive could you get?
Ah, well, it doesn't matter now. You sat next to him on the ground with your heart threatening to burst out of your chest, and you're stiffer than a damn wall.
Don't look at me like that. You think. Don't you dare give me that look. That concerned, caring face he always gave you when you're feeling incredibly warm and your heart is seconds away from going into cardiac arrest. Can you stop being so handsome?
"(Name)," Crowe repeats, bringing you back to reality. "Are you okay?"
You take a deep breath. Maybe you're being too dramatic, acting like a teenage girl with her first crush. Or maybe Crowe just has that effect on you. Can you really blame yourself? He's like a prince for fuck's sake. "Yeah. Don't worry."
His brows furrowed, unconvinced. "Loosen up a little, won't you? You act like we're strangers." His tone takes on a more playful one, hoping to lighten the mood. "We've known each other for a year.. yet you're still so nervous around me." He grinned. His hand reaches out to brush a stray hair away from your face, the warmth from his touch lingering. What a tease.
"Not my fault you're so handsome.." You crossed your arms with a huff. "Seriously. If being pretty was illegal you'd be a criminal." You weren't even aware of what you're saying at this point. You've gotten so comfortable with Crowe that you simply didn't care what you say in front of him.
He blinks, staring at you as you continued to mumble under your breath. Cute. He thinks. You're way too cute sometimes.
He leaned in closer, a teasing grin on his face. "You think I'm that pretty?"
You stop mumbling, turning to face him only to be jumpscared because of how close he was. "What the- Of course I do!" You lean away from him, cheeks warm. "And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks that way. Aren't you aware of the letters you received on Valentine's day?"
He smiled at this, backing away to give you space. "Of course I was." He paused, studying your figure with a warm gaze. "But you know I only had eyes for you on that day."
Your chest tingled, remembering the chocolate you gifted to him. You didn't expect he'd have a gift of his own for you too. Back then, you always thought he'd forget about you one day.
He never did.
"Corny." Yet you couldn't help the smile that crept to your lips, contrasting your words. He let out a chuckle at that to which you responded with a light punch to his shoulder.
A long silence settled comfortably between you two for a while. Simply basking in each other's presence, taking in the peaceful scenery with him. Despite the silence, it was enough for you. Being with him was enough.
And you couldn't help but voice it out loud. "I'm so glad to be with you."
He's caught off guard by that, but quickly regains his composure as he intertwined your fingers together with the softest smile you've ever seen.
"Me too."
Heavens, you love him. So damn much.
So please let this moment last forever.
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bonus cuz i love Crowe so much
not the best art I've done but i really wanted to do this to give myself motivation to write:) and also i wanted an excuse to draw him even though i already have a w.i.p of him lol
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Silent Affection
Art the Clown had been planning this evening for weeks. He wanted to show her that beneath his eerie exterior, he could be tender and caring. He started by tidying up her apartment, a task that required patience and a meticulous touch. He arranged the furniture, dusted the shelves, and even placed fresh flowers in a vase on the dining table. The apartment, usually a chaotic reflection of her troubled mind, now felt like a serene haven. As the sun began to set, Art turned his attention to the kitchen. He had found an old cookbook and, with great effort, deciphered the recipes. He decided on a simple yet elegant meal: pasta with a rich tomato sauce, garlic bread, and a fresh salad. He moved around the kitchen with surprising grace, chopping vegetables and stirring sauces with a focused intensity.
When she arrived home, she was greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of the meal he had prepared. She paused at the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise. The apartment looked beautiful, and the sight of Art in the kitchen, wearing an apron over his clown costume, brought a smile to her face.
"Art, this is amazing," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Art turned to her, his smile widening. He gestured for her to sit at the table, where he had already set out plates and lit candles. The soft glow of the candlelight created a warm, intimate atmosphere. She took her seat, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement. As they ate, she couldn't help but marvel at the effort Art had put into the evening. The food was delicious, and the ambiance was perfect. They shared silent glances and smiles, the unspoken bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
After dinner, Art led her to the living room, where he had set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. They settled down together, the flickering light of the candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. She leaned against him, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn't known in a long time.
"Thank you, Art," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "This means so much to me."
Art's response was a gentle squeeze of her hand. He then reached for a small music box he had placed nearby and wound it up. The soft, melodic tune filled the room, creating a soothing backdrop to their quiet evening. As the night wore on, they moved to the bedroom. Art had prepared it with the same care and attention, the bed neatly made and the room filled with a calming scent. She climbed into bed, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. Art joined her, lying down beside her and resting his head on her chest.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat was a comforting lullaby, and she felt a deep sense of connection and love. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly safe and cherished.
As they lay there, entwined in each other's embrace, she knew that this night was a turning point. It was a testament to the depth of their bond and the love that had blossomed in the most unlikely of places. Together, they had found a sanctuary in each other, a place where they could be themselves and find solace in the darkness.
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I know is short but I wanted to try something different, also I need some ideas jaja
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would Sebek's grandpa go catatonic seeing janitor in the modern day?
Hahaha I'd imagine that Baul has made his peace and fully accepted that he's never going to meet the Janitor again, so when he does see them again, he thinks they're simply a descendant of that human he has shared tender moments with, so he isn't outright judgmental of his grandson's human friend from college. Who's also a staff member and has not one lick of magic. But also, he's made it pretty clear to his family about his distaste for humans, so he has to keep his regular prickly composure of just, not verbally engaging with the Janitor.
But it obviously doesn't escape his family's eyes that his ears twitch every time the Janitor's voice can be heard nearby. And even bites a chuckle back into his throat when they say something snippy or funny.
Either way, something is clearly nagging at Baul, because the amount of similarities between his first human love and this Janitor just start cropping up and it bothers him. Are they mocking him? Is he a part of some cosmic joke that he's unaware of?
Yeah that Janitor isn't hiding anything, but they're also not outright saying anything because they just want to see how long it will take for Baul to connect the dots.
And when he does connect the dots, it's in the middle of a family dinner, probably something the Janitor says to Sebek and everything just clicked in Baul. Only then does he go catatonic, and he has to be helped to bed like he's aged another 500 years.
Janitor is having the time of their life. Baul is still so fun to mess with.
He will recover quicker than Sebek. Probably thirty minutes later and a talk must be had. Privately.
"So, does Sebek know that his grandpa's a hypocrite?"
"...I--"
"You sure taught him to be judgemental to humans, for someone that once so eagerly loved having my tongue in your mou--"
"MM-HM! ...you're right. I am, in fact, a hypocrite. A hypocrite that loved a human. A hypocrite that grew to resent humans, and even let those feelings taint those once soft memories he held so dear. Memories that regained their luster when his daughter nearly bit his head off for even suggesting her human husband wasn't worthy of her. And this hypocrite, standing before you with evidence of his mistakes still echoing in his bloodline, missed you all the same."
"...haha, glad to see you're living well enough to reflect on yourself like this. You have a beautiful family. Though, are you ever going to tell them that you once made out with human multiple ti--"
"I beg of you, have mercy on me."
#admin#time travel shenanigans#janitor au#baul#baul zigvolt#baur#baur zigvolt#twst#twisted wonderland
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Itaf and Mazen's love is beautiful, I love to see it. We are Facebook friends. She said the other day that each donation and kind word is a rose we place on her path. May Itaf and Mazen live happily ever after.
The words of her GoFundMe:
"Hello!
"I am Itaf and this is my husband Mazen.
"My husband is everything to me, and I am his everything... and we are being starved. We want to be together, and we want to see each other smile again in peace. Our love is unique to us, we don't want to lose each other. We don't want a world where one of us doesn't exist anymore. We desire the end of this constant anxiety, hunger and danger. Our love is strong and we want to connect with the whole world, we have so much to give back. Please feel your power to support us through the tiniest contribution, so we can leave Gaza eventually for freedom and peace.
"What happened to us?
"My husband and I live in Rafah, Gaza under harsh conditions. For more than five months, we have been under bombardment, war and fire.
"My house was severely damaged due to the bombing that was next to me. The shrapnel fell right on top of us. We narrowly escaped death. Many of my neighbors and relatives died because of these attacks. So we couldn't stay and had to relocate. Our new "house" is mainly made of tin sheets (see picture below).
"We are now in severe hardship, hunger and thirst. We eat grasses, animal feed and drink polluted salt water to survive. There is no water, food, or treatment. Even though the little we have, every morning if possible, we feed the cats and make sure they got something as well.
"We want to escape by all means. Please support us get out of here. You can make a difference even by donating a coffees worth.
"Helping us means that you give us life and live safely. Help, to get us out of this burning hell here. The bombs are dropping mercilessly on our land.
"Every minute makes a difference. Every little amount counts. A small amount that doesn't hurt you, can make the biggest difference to us... you personally don't have to carry a huge burden, we are asking for a collective deed, when many people give a little, we will make it. Thank you so much.
"❤️
"---
"Adressing your commonly asked questions:
"1. Can we trust this?
"Our friend in Germany has started this campaing for us, because we in Palestine are not allowed to do a GoFundme. Our friend will make sure the money reaches us safely via Western Union. Thank you so much for helping and asking!
"2. It feels like a losing battle
"That's true for every time you give a Dollar to a homeless person as well, and you still do it from time to time, so they can get something to eat today.
"In our case, we are trapped in the real life squid-games or hunger games. You can actually help a ton by giving 1$ and spread the news! We are still alive... the battle is not lost yet.
"3. Focus on two people? Then what about all the other people?
"We love this thought, because it shows so much compassion, but it will cause hopelessness and inaction. You are here now, so if you want to help, here is a good place to start. Just even 1$ and spreading this campaign on social media to reach our goal will make the biggest difference. Thank you!
"(If you want to help furthermore, we'd greatly appreciate if you consider donating to the UNWRA Gaza relief fund as well).
"This is a scene from my diary of harsh conditions. It was a very good day I bought half a kilo of rice, cooked it, and now I'm done. I was trying to buy a kilo of sugar but it is insanely high priced.
"4. Why this specific amount and does it really help?
"The little bit of food we can still get here got extremely expensive, so even just staying will be costly if we want to stay alive. The costs of coordination at the Rafah crossing will go through the Egyptian Hala company. One of the burdens we have to carry is non-reliable bureaucracy, the cost is $5,000 - $10,000 per person. There are road and crossing fees from Rafah to Cairo of approximately $100 per person. I do not know how much it costs to fly from Egypt to the host country where Carolin invited us to. So our aim is to get $20.000 (which translates to 22.500 Euros incl. the GoFundMe fee) to at least get the Rafah crossing for sure. If we have extra we can afford to get to our host country as well, which would be the absolute dream - but our first goal is to get out.
"5. How do I stay informed?
"I post my Inside-Gaza diary on Facebook and Instagram, please feel free to follow me there, I will post updates!
"Follow my diary on Facebook
"Follow me on Instagram
"Furthermore Carolin will help keep this Fundraiser up to date!
"6. Why should I help?
"Because we can only succeed when everybody gives a little bit.
"This is our current home, thanks for your help even for the slightest bit! Greetings from Gaza...
"7. How often is the money being sent?
"The donations are being transferred on a regular basis, so that they are with Itaf and Mazen as soon as possible.
"8. How is the money being used?
"It will be used to evacuate eventually and in the meantime to buy food and water, to survive the harsh conditions.
"--
"Thank you for taking the time to read this and for considering supporting our cause."
Donate:
https://gofund.me/79bcce1f
Vetting:
I don't know of any vetting for Itaf and Mazen. I just know them on Facebook, and the RIS is clean on all the pictures in this post.
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AGAIN A STORY (it happened in the past...) about Mario and Bowser's relationship...
Art/OC/story are mine dont copy/repost!
#bowser
#supermariobros
#supermariobrosoc
#mario
In the grand throne room, Bowser stands near his throne, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon as he wrestles with thoughts from his past. Cherry enters, her face glowing with excitement, clutching a golden envelope in her hands. She walks up to him, gently nudging him from his reverie.
Cherry:
Bowser, look at what we've received! An invitation to a royal ball at Peach's castle!
Bowser: (raising an eyebrow, his suspicion obvious)
A ball? At Peach's castle? Why would she invite me to one of her events? And you know very well who will be there...
Cherry: (reassuring, placing a gentle hand on his arm)
I know you don’t want to see Mario, especially after what happened with... Betty. But maybe this is an opportunity to show everyone that we can move forward, that we’re not defined by our past.
Bowser: (clenching his fists, his voice filled with a rough edge of pain)
Move forward? You know what he did! How can I forget that, Cherry? Every time I see him, I relive that moment. It's not something you easily forget.
Cherry: (taking his hand, her gaze tender but steady)
I know... I’m sorry. I’m not asking you to forget, but maybe it’s time to show that we’re stronger than our grudges. Peach invited us; she might also want to ease the tensions. And we can’t live in the past forever... Betty wouldn’t want that. I’m not asking you to forgive, but to show the kingdom that you are no longer the tyrant king. That you are capable of nobility and greatness. Do it for us, do it for Betty... to show that nothing can bring us down, not even Mario.
Bowser: (looking down at their intertwined hands, his voice softening)
Do you really think that’s possible? That this ball could change anything?
Cherry: (smiling gently, her confidence unwavering)
I believe it can, yes. And even if it doesn’t, at least we would have tried. We’re together, and as long as we are, anything is possible.
Bowser: (sighing heavily, then meeting her gaze)
Alright. For you, Cherry. But I warn you, if he causes any trouble, I won’t hold back. Don’t expect me to be friendly with that plumber.
Cherry: (kissing him lightly on the cheek)
Thank you, Bowser. I know everything will be fine.
Later, at the Royal Ball at Peach's Castle
The castle is alive with color and light, flowers draping from every corner. Cherry, glowing in an elegant dress, enters the ballroom arm in arm with Bowser. The guests whisper in surprise, some even gasping as they look upon them. Peach approaches them with a genuine, welcoming smile.
Peach: (extending her hands warmly)
Cherry, Bowser, I’m so glad you could come. It means a lot to me.
Cherry: (smiling brightly)
Thank you for the invitation, Peach. The castle looks beautiful tonight.
Bowser: (nodding, his voice gruff but sincere)
Yes. Thank you very much, Peach.
Peach: (gesturing with a slight smile)
I’m delighted that you’re able to enjoy the evening. Cherry, I have something to show you in the greenhouse; you’re going to love it. Bowser, you’re welcome to join us if you wish.
Bowser: (giving a slight shake of his head)
No, I’ll... explore a bit on my own. Go ahead, have fun.
Cherry:
Alright, dear, see you later!
Cherry and Peach disappear into the greenhouse, leaving Bowser behind. He slowly makes his way to a balcony, seeking a moment of peace from the chatter and music.
The night air is crisp, the moon casting a gentle glow over the kingdom. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, as if letting the silence calm his thoughts.
A hesitant footstep breaks the quiet. Bowser’s eyes open slowly, and he doesn’t turn as Mario approaches.
Mario:
Good evening, Bowser...
Bowser: (without turning around, gripping the balcony rail, his voice cold)
Mario. What do you want?
Mario: (keeping a respectful distance, his tone sincere)
I just wanted... to talk. I know it’s not easy for you to be here. I didn’t expect you to come.
Bowser: (scoffing, his sarcasm biting)
Yes, being surrounded by people who’ve always seen me as an enemy, it’s a perfect evening for me.
Mario: (with a quiet sigh)
I’m not here to provoke you, Bowser. I know how you feel... about Betty. I know you blame me, and you have every reason to. What happened... was tragic. But I didn’t want it to happen.
Bowser: (turning to face him, his eyes blazing with anger)
Tragic? It was your fault, Mario! You... killed her!
Mario: (bowing his head, his voice calm but heavy with regret)
I know. And I live with that every day. But I’m here tonight to try and ease this hatred between us. It was an accident. I didn’t want her... to die. I know you may not believe me, but it’s weighed on my conscience too. I... I’m sorry.
Bowser: (staring at him, his expression conflicted)
And you think a simple ball will fix all of this? That I’ll just forget? Do you think simple apologies will erase what you did?
Mario: (shaking his head, his gaze steady and resolute)
No, I don’t expect you to forget. I know nothing can ever bring Betty back. But we need to find a way to coexist. For Cherry, for Peach, for our kingdoms. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, Bowser. I’m just asking for a truce... so we can all move forward. We don’t have to be friends, Bowser, but we can at least try not to be enemies.
Bowser: (after a tense silence, finally releasing a heavy sigh)
I don’t know, Mario. It’s not as simple as you think. But for Cherry, for my family... I’ll try. But don’t disappoint me, and don’t think this means I’ve forgiven you.
Mario: (offering a slight smile, visibly relieved)
I understand. Thank you, Bowser. I don’t expect anything more.
The two stand together under the moonlight, neither quite willing to break the silence. The ball continues inside, but here, on this quiet balcony, a fragile truce is born, with a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can coexist.
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Yandere the Silmarillion Elves
Request: Hello! May I request yandere headcanons for Maeglin and Maglor (separately), perhaps with a human reader? Also, I really love your blog you write incredible stories :))
Pairings: Maeglin x human reader & Maglor x human reader
Genre: Dark themes. Maeglin's is gorey >"<
AN: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoy writing dark themes and this definitely was my cup of tea. I hope you like it.
Next up- Finrod x Valyrian! Reader Fall trope event list
Maeglin- (yandere reader)
A mangled mess of limbs was how you found him, withering beneath the ruins of the fallen city.
Somehow, against all odds, he lived. An amalgamation of mass bound to a body. Condemned to survive in a body tortured by death’s refusal to grant him peace.
He had endured this state for nearly a year, trapped between life and death, as if the world itself were determined to deny him release.
And then, there was you. As a wandering bandit, the sight of Gondolin’s ruins had seemed a fortune, a treasure mine promising riches to last a lifetime.
Yet amid the remnants of shattered stone and splintered wooden furniture, there he lay—the last survivor of the city’s fall. The one who instigated it all.
The incestuous bastard who, miraculously, had survived it. Every elven bards’ latest villain, the one sung of in recent ballads with curses on their lips.
You lifted the broken elf, cradling his twisted form—if his position could even be called that. His eyes, devoid of lids, remained fixed on you, unblinking, raw from months of crying out for help that never came. Gods, even now, he was beautiful.
Thus began your labor. Five days passed as you set bones that had grown crooked with time, wrapped him in scraps of cloth salvaged from the ruins, and nursed him with poppy milk poured into his helpless lips. With his face streaked by dried tears, he grew drowsy, finally slipping into fevered dreams.
As he lay shivering in your arms, lost in visions of a life that had abandoned him, you brushed your hand over his unmarred skin, tracing the contours of his trembling eyelids.
You murmured softly, your voice a mix of promise and threat “I would never let anyone hurt you. They’d have to get through me first... and believe me, they wouldn’t make it.” As if your reassurance could pull him back from his dreams of the past life without you.
Here, in the grave of his past, he was yours. No one would come for the one even death had forsaken. He was yours alone, bound by fate’s cruelty and your own claim upon him.
Cupping his damp cheek, you grinned, a glint of madness in your eyes. “My darling incestuous bastard,” you whispered, a low cackle slipping from your lips.
Maglor- (yandere character)
Maglor would follow you into death. Not even Eru Himself could hope to take you from him. No one would ever take what was his, not again.
The wedding was swift. In fact, the secondborn Fëanorian had insisted upon it within weeks of meeting you, brushing aside your hesitations with fervent kisses.
Your concerns about the doom of mortality were hushed in whispers and promises; if death was a gift granted to Men, then Maglor would seize it back from its giver. His breaths would ebb and flow with yours. Nothing could alter that.
It was all he could do now. Time had sharpened his resolve, even blunted the burns of the Silmaril, leaving behind only faint scars.
He had glamoured away his past, letting his skin heal so he could become the perfect lover for you, forsaking his true name for a new one.
Peldis, he called himself. A mountain elf from distant valleys. By sheer luck, you hadn’t noticed the faint scent of brine lingering about him, nor the care he took in combing his tangled hair until it shone.
You hadn’t glimpsed the quiet ferocity with which he shed his former self to stand before you, a stranger made whole in the reflection of your wants.
It had been one fateful night, when the ache of the Silmaril consumed him, that he’d first seen you.
Or rather, he’d caught sight of you wading in moonlit waters, bare as the light itself, utterly unguarded. He hadn’t looked away. The years had been long, and the Fëanorian had been starved.
The vision of silvery moonlight tracing your body had entranced him, struck him with a longing sharper than any oath.
You were it, he thought. The Silmaril reborn. Perhaps even better than any of his father’s works. You were more than a cursed jewel.
Like a viper shedding its skin, Maglor transformed himself into Peldis. A convenient presence in your village, a simple trader of carved wooden combs.
It had not taken him long to notice the way your own hair flowed down your back like silk, and he knew, watching you, that you would come to him.
From offering a delicate comb for your hair to placing the ring upon your finger, Maglor had orchestrated each moment, each touch.
The songs of your fairytale romance made it easy to draw you into his arms, into the warmth of your bed, far from prying eyes and whispers.
And there, as he held you close, his touch guiding you deeper into his embrace, he tugged your soul into a quiet submission, bending your will and your mind to his desire.
Maglor knew what was best for you. And in this life, that place was here, wrapped in his arms, your heart tethered to his.
Even in the harmony of the Timeless Halls, yours would be the song he would compose. His muse. His beloved. You were his, now and forever.
#the silmarillion#silmarillion x reader#tolkien elves#maglor x reader#maeglin x reader#yandere maglor#yandere reader#fall event#🍂🍂🍂#don't judge me pls
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hermit a day may is here ohohoho ramble about my goals for this month under the cut :3
i am so excited about this art challenge.... drawing people is a huge weakness of mine and so i am going to use this as a way to practice/improve my skills while also fuelling my autism with special interest content ... i am a traditional artist so these are all gonna be sketchbook drawings :3 constructive criticism is welcomed i really want to learn n improve during this month!!! going to be trying to use different materials and rly getting out of my comfort zone - some of these drawings aren't gonna be artistic masterpieces but i want to share them all no matter how i feel about them as a way to document my journey!!! looking forward to doing some collage, using markers, coloured pencil, maybe watercolour too :0
#hermitaday#i love vintagebeef so much his farmer era is so beautiful to me#obsessed w how he decided to live a quiet life this season and ended up being involved with the mafia#plus has the peskiest neighbours who won't leave him alone (iskall) and somehow got forced into joining a council#poor guy just wants to farm crops and raise his animals in peace but his neighbours want to watch him suffer#he deserves a break after tcg!!!!!#him n iskall's dynamic this season is fuelling me tho he's one of my fav povs to watch at the moment#vintagebeef fanart#vintagebeef#hermitcraft#horsemeat gallery#beefers#horsemeatluvr does hermitaday
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So did everyone else ugly cry throughout Peaceful Property 4/4 or was it just me?
#peaceful property on sale#peaceful property#peaceful property the series#this is supposed to be my silly ghost of the week story with some class comentary#and then they made me sob hysterically with the beautiful story of the birthday house for them to live#and then I come to find out the place home moved peach and pang into#is the only place peach feels safe from ghosts#and it turns out this bar is the first and only property home wanted for himself#so he could have parties with his friends#what am I supposed to do with this information
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"It is too easy to dismiss [Leonor of Navarre] as an overambitious schemer who would do anything to obtain a crown, shedding the blood of her own siblings and her subjects in order to attain the throne. However, a deeper investigation of her long lieutenancy and ephemeral reign shows a woman who fought tenaciously to preserve her place but also worked tirelessly to administer a realm which was crippled by internal conflict and the center of the political schemes of France, Aragon, and Castile. She tried to broker peace, fight off those who opposed her, repair the wounds caused by conflict, protect the sovereignty of the realm, and keep the wheels of governance turning. Leonor was not always successful in achieving all of these aims but given the background of conflict and the lack of cooperation she received from all of her family members, bar her loyal husband, it is a huge achievement that she survived to wear the crown at all. Many writers have argued that Leonor deserved the troubled lieutenancy, personal tragedies, an ephemeral reign, and a blackened reputation, basing their assumption that she committed a crime that cannot be [conclusively] proven. However, a more fitting description of her would be that of a resolute ruler who successfully overcame a multitude of challenges in order to survive in a difficult political landscape and gain a hard-fought throne.”
-Elena Woodacre, "Leonor of Navarre: The Price of Ambition", Queenship, Gender and Reputation in the Medieval and Early Modern West, 1060-1600 (Edited by Zita Eva Rohr and Lisa Benz)
#historicwomendaily#leonor of navarre#15th century#Navarrese history#my post#I mean...the crime can't be explicitly 'proven' but Leonor DID have the means motive and opportunity; she had the most to gain;#the timing was incredibly convenient for her; and most contemporaries believed she was responsible.#She *did* ultimately act against her brother [Carlos] and sister [Blanca]#Though of course the fact remains that:#1) The final responsibility lies with Juan the Faithless: he was the King; the one in power; and the one who rejected Navarre's succession#Blanca herself - while criticizing Leonor and Gaston - placed the ultimate blame on their father as her 'principal...destructor'#All three siblings were reacting to an unconventional disruption in the system caused by Juan & their actions should be judged accordingly.#2) I am hesitant to believe accusations of 'poison' as a cause of murder given how that was commonly used to slander controversial women#and given how it contributed to the dichotomy of Blanca as a tragic beautiful heroine and Leonor as her scheming ambitious sister#3) Even if Leonor DID commit the crime (imo she was at the very least complicit in it) she is still worthy of a reassessment.#I don't think it's fair for it to define her entire identity#Because it certainly did not define her life - she lived for decades before and would live for decades after#It was on the whole one of the many series of obstacles and challenges she had to face before she succeeded in ascending the throne.#The fact that she died so soon after IS ironic but it is in equal parts tragic. And we don't know what Leonor herself felt about it:#Did she think it was a hollow victory? Or did she feel nothing but satisfaction that she died as the Queen of Navarre? We'll never know.#Whatever the case: given her circumstances the fact that she survived to wear the crown itself was an achievement#It's funny because Woodacre parallels Leonor to Richard III in terms of 'blackened' reputations for 'unproven' (...sure) crimes#(thankfully she admits Richard has been long-rehabilitated; what she doesn't bring herself to admit is that he's now over-glorified)#But I don't think this parallel works at all for the exact reasons she uses to try and reassess Leonor#Namely: Richard was the one in power. He was the King. The ultimate blame for what happened to his nephews was his own.#and moreover: Richard's actions against the Princes DID define his reign and were exactly what provoked opposition to his rule.#Any so-called 'rehabilitation' that doesn't recognize and emphasize this is worthless#also if we want to get specific: the Princes were literal children who did nothing and were deposed in times of peace.#Carlos and Blanca were adults with agency and armies and Leonor's actions against them took place in the middle of a civil war#So ultimately I think Leonor's case is fundamentally very different and I don't think her comparison holds well at all
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Sometimes I think about borealopelta and start crying from the sheer volume of emotion it stirs within me
[Image: a simplified drawing of Borealopelta markmitchelli, an ankylosaur, laying curled up on its belly, perhaps to sleep. It has chunky limbs and a purplish-red body covered in spikes, particularly along its sides. It looks sweet and comfortable. End ID.]
#Borealopelta#Dinosaurs#Paleoart#The Pictures of Dorian They#ID#Snazzled#I’m always just overwhelmed by the preservation and so deeply reminded that we’re all just weird little creatures in time and#everything is the same forever#like I could just reach out and pet its real snoot that it snuffled with. bridge a gap of 110 million years in a single gesture#just to show a gentle being on this beautiful earth a universal act of love. I could pet it like I pet the little furry domestic cats that#live in my house. It looks so peaceful. it’s just taking a little nap. a very very long nap#after a long beautiful day of snuffling through the vegetation when flowers were new#blinking under the same sun#I get incredibly emotional about this animal#You don’t know how badly I want to pet its snoot#It makes me feel real.#27.5#2024
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#just saw that tweet abt pink days on the set of the barbie movie & i think it made me realize why it - the marketing etc - annoys me so#'margot robbie went around collecting fines and donated them to charity haha' okay. look.#that's just the perfect metaphor for how it worked for us - me - anyone who wants to align themselves with me - when we were girls#isn't it#because you grow up and you desperately want to fit in with the other girls but you don't & you don't know why#but you're surrounded by things and people telling you what a normal girl is like & little-to-none of it is things you find appealing or#interesting. makeup and fashion and skin care. gymnastics and romance. you're told that you are obligated to be pretty#but prettiness has never been part of your perception of yourself. femininity is an arcane concept#an exclusive club that will never grant you entrance#& the only comfort you can give yourself is deciding that it's dumb anyway. shallow. vain. who cares about looks and boys and all of that#idiots that's who#but this is Doing It Wrong too isn't it? because now everyone who has taught you that you will forever fail at femininity turns around#& tells you that's patriarchal oppression and YOU'RE the bad one by distancing yourself from something that always made you feel defective#'YOU may have never lived up to this impossible standard of perfection but some ppl do and actually it's fine to be like that!#hyperfeminine traditionally beautiful women are the most oppressed group of all & finally we will stand up for our rights!'#'girls can be pretty AND conpetent' but that's not what they're actually saying. isn't it.#because performing femininity correctly is the prerequisite. a threshold you can never cross and you know that. & that's fine#but somehow that's wrong too because you're not supposed to make peace w that are you. you're SUPPOSED to want to do it right#even if you don't and never have and never will#and once again everyone is yelling at you that this club isn't meant for you. if you criticize the barbie movie you're antifeminist#if you refuse to wear pink I'll make you pay a fine#hashtag girlpower#(well im not a girl. not a guy either. and not a secret third thing. just bad at femininity.#bad at being a person. and y'all don't need to tell me you don't want me in your club#I've always known that. i just wish you'd stop expecting me to beg for entrance.)
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it’s the way a lot of my ask memes could be done a lot sooner but i keep accidentally starting beyond beef with people who i presume are going to try and grief me,
( aka uncle nina in her angry girl jerseykyle scare-ra )
#nina speaks#this is so unserious but i am oddly passionate abt ravenstan being tall; i could write essays abt my willowy king ( and i did )#WHICH YES HE IS I DONT WANNA HEAR IT lalALAlAlAAA#THE DOCS GIVE HIM A 1.5 INCH BOOST N HE IS SO NICE LIKE THEY MAKE HIM A LIL TALLER THAN CLYDE AND HE /SLOUCHES/ FOR HIM#TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER LIKE DO U KNOW HOW TALL JERSEY WAS BEFORE THE GROWTH SPURT???? HMM?????#IT MIGHT SURPRISE YOU#RS HOWEVER HAS ALWAYS BEEN TALL#LIKE DO U KNOW HOW TALL I WOULD BE AS A TRANSMAN#FIVE ONE#DO U KNOW HOW TALL SHARON AND SHELLEY WERE#LIKE FIVE TWO AND THREE#AND RANDY IS FIVE TEN#BUT BAEVEN IS STILL HALF AN INCH TALLER THAN HIM#GET FUCKED RANCID LIKE NOT ONLY IS /MY/ SON TALLER THAN U HE IS ALSO HOTTER THAN U AND WOULD HAVE BEEN IN BOTH GENDERS#GET STEPPED ON BITCH ITS ALWAYS FLAT FUCK FRIDAY#UNDER RAVENSTANS BLOOD MOON RED DOC MARTENS#( thank u to rs abuelito for being Very Tall )#¡eSCAAALEERAAA!#this rant is sponsored by the post i keep not finishing#abt rs being a casual small town supermodel#at eleven in southpark and bein the talk of the town#no matter how ugly or slouchy and messy he dresses#like will y’all leave my beautiful leggy son alone#like goddamn i know he is actually an angel#and heartstoppingly gobsmackingly Beautiful#BUT HES A PACIFIST HE JUST WANTS SOME DAMN PEACE#LET HIM LIVE HE HAS DIED FOR UR SINS ENOUGH#let my boy be pretty in peace and DAMN QUIET#but no he is tall u have to fight me i am not a pacifist i'll pull hair and he is very humble abt his height UNLIKE JK#jers is so unhumble about being tall he is so annoying about it he will wave things over ur head n go...Oh? Can't Reach? Pity. :)
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life is made in the little things. I'm being so serious. It's having a clean house, it's doing the dishes even when you're sad. It's eating 3 meals a day when you don't want to. It's heating up leftovers and knowing you cooked that to nurture your mind and body. It's buying a sleeper sofa so your friend can be comfortable when she comes to visit.
Six years ago, I didn't know if I would be here.
Two months ago, I wouldn't have been able to do all these things that give me great peace.
Just...things are good.
#otherstuffs#my ex isnt a bad person but we lived together and being able to come home not interact with a single person. dont have to talk to anyone.#dont have to be tender or kind or caring. just get to sit down and read my book#play my game#clean my house#cook my food#without having to Be Someone#is such a profound kind of peace for me rn#its also such a relief to not need to have sex anymore!!!! i can just Not Want to Do That!!!!!!!#which!!! the sex stuff IS a Fucked Up Thing i will need to unpack later!!!! but its so beautiful i get to explore it on my own now!!!!!!!
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Now these are some serious thoughts that I'm having, and I'm also having them for specific reasons that I'll note at the end of this post (or its own separate one, we'll see):
— I don't see how Jing Yuan wouldn't know about the deal that Jingliu made (which I still firmly believe to have been with Lan), because otherwise I don't see how he would blindly trust her to go about the Luofu. Because ultimately, he could trust her as much as he wants to because of their past, but he also witnessed how she lost all control, and subsequently fell to the mara. The trust in this scenario isn't in her, it's in whatever it is that’s restraining the mara. — On that note, I don't see how he would trust anything tied to that, unless it was tied to someone or something that he trusts: Lan. Yes, Jing Yuan himself is another reason why I believe it's the Lan, the Aeon that opposes Yaoshi. — Keeping this in mind, it makes this final sentence to Jingliu extra interesting in my opinion: 'Then I will see this gamble through.'
On that note, as a treat to myself because I'm so close to signing my lease, and because I desperately crave to write the male muse in this franchise that I love the very most (listen, I'm happy to see my two big favorites in Genshin written well, but I just want to write my actual male favorite in HSR myself as well on top of seeing great portrayals)— no matter how popular he too, is. Jing Yuan, welcome home.
#ooc. [ don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ]#[ i know i've been adding characters more so than i've written them-- but the end is in sight. my stress is leaving. ]#[ and time /and peace/ should return to me. and i know that i'll find my ability to write consistently again. god-- /peace/. please. ]#[ and it's such a beautiful apartment; i'm so 😭 ]#[ but hi yes-- with all the hcq thoughts; i can't ignore jy longer. and though there are amazing renditions of him. ]#[ and i get to write with them. i'm also just-- a little greedy gremlin for once. ]#[ i'm happy and at peace not writing zhongli and wriothesley; truly. and i'm even happy watching people write jing yuan. ]#[ but i just; i want to write a favorite male character of mine within hoyo. and jing yuan is the one. the only one-- ]#[ i have an urge to write in hsr. so i just had to. ]#jingliu. [ and so i wield my blade to the very end. until the “stars” have been cut down from the sky. this oath: i will never forsake. ]#jingliu: little notes. [ this is the first time she understands “wanting to live”. before now; she was simply someone ready to die. ]
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Finally finished Attack on Titan. My God. Just. Wow.
#I started it when it first came out then was very odd and on#I eventually watched like 3 seasons in and never watched the last season or the long finale eps#I started getting my brother more into anime over the last like 2 years or so#he discovered AOT and finished it a while ago now and has been pushing for me to finish it too for like probably over a year at least#I’ve always been reluctant cause it’s such a heavy show and I had to be in the mood#finally the stars aligned tonight and we watched the final finale ep.#I cried several times.#it was perfect#it was painful and perfect#my fucking heart#hard to believe I finally finished it after over a decade from when I started it#and now I have lots of convos about it with my brother to look forward to#we’ve already discussed plenty tonight. but it’s getting late and idk if my brain’s even fully processed it all#attack on titan#top tier in my books#I don’t think I could ever do justice to the show trying to explain what was so good about it#gotta appreciate the little things. need to take the time to look at where I am rather than just where I want to reach.#peace and freedom are always worth reaching for even if war and suffering are inevitable to life. cherish the lives around you.#those are my takeaways from the series. those are the messages I received. and what a tragic and beautiful journey it was.
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visty vs 1nm8 confirmed please let this be one of the messiest battles in paralive history
hell yeah. so nice to see that all i have to do is complain abt something for it to work
#also i want a really messy tormented confrontation between kei and visty i hope it’s horrible and irreconcileable#i need kei to suffer soo so soooo much and take responsibility and suffer a little more i think it’d be funny#visty are better people than me if i’d had to live through rejection like that i’d kms in front of him in the next battle#lot of mixed feelings abt kei i really hope the writers dont fumble his character it’s something that can be so satisfying and beautiful#So anyways: Another year of no real plot and worldbuilding for the whole story but at least. there’s VISTY lore. maybe#i hope visty get closure. i hope kei discovers smt abt himself that he cant make peace with and goes to his grave years later — unrested#i hope he is doomed forever. it’ll be hilarious. at least for me. i’ll have a Laugh#ro talks#asks
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