#but helga beloved

[airenyah]

feeling emo at 2am about pat napat jindapat in the entirety of our beloved ep 5 pt 4 rooftop scene all thanks to tumblr user @miscellar

[milkb0nny]

Hii 👋🏼 Can you do an Ivar x floki daughter? They were raised together and she was his only friend when he was younger because she wasn't scared and he'll always protect her.

Older she become a healer of the village, and one day floki want her to marry ubble/hwitserk and Ivar become very very jaloux..👀

You can make fluff/smut/ angst as you want!

thank u 🤍☺️

Sorry for my English it’s not my first language

Jealous Games

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

Summary: One day, your father enters your room, unveiling that your parents want you to marry Ubbe. Though, the past years you grew feeling for another man: Ivar. You never told anyone about your true feelings for the man but now that Ubbe is supposed to be your husband, you feel utterly broken down. Refusing the offer, you leave the scene, only to discover a life changing secret...

Note: Thank you SO much for this request. It was a lot of fun writing it. I enjoyed writing this particular request more than I should've. 🤍 I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: slight angst (nothing graphic), forced possible marriage, mentions of anger issues, detailed kissing scene

Genres: slight angst, fluff

word count: 2.445

Ivar's childhood was shrouded in a tapestry of dark grays and blacks, a period marked by relentless bullying, discrimination, and a stark absence of love. love. Amid this harsh environment, Aslaug, his devoted mother, stood as one of the few adults who genuinely embraced him. Yet, even her unwavering love couldn't quell the relentless growth of his simmering anger. But, within these somber times, there existed a glimmer of hope - a hope that emerged when you entered his life.

Ivar adored Floki, viewing him as his own father and protector. Whenever the cruelty of both children and adults bore down upon him, Floki served as a steadfast anchor, and so did you. Your friendship started with a shy hesitation.

Helga and Floki, your parents, had taught you to always accept others, no matter how they looked like. You watched your father engage with Ivar, teaching him the art of weaponry and regaling him with Nordic sagas. You had shared them whenever you wanted company and as a result, the two of you became friends.

As the years passed, your bond with Ivar deepened. He shielded you from any unwelcome advances, such as nasty men, while you provided solace during his most challenging moments. Together, you embarked on hunting expeditions, sharing meals at Ivar's dwelling with his family.

Fortunately, his mother held you in high regard. She possessed a strict demeanor when it came to the women who orbited around her beloved sons, yet she understood your unshakable bond with Ivar. With open arms, she welcomed you whenever you graced her home with your cherished friend.

Of course you faced discriminating comments and remarks from time to time because of Ivar, though you stayed by Ivar’s side. You were the only woman who glimpsed Ivar's vulnerabilities, the only girl who had witnessed his anguished tears and experienced the gentleness that lay beneath his hard exterior during your shared childhood.

You knew him, cherished him, and secretly, perhaps even loved him. Yet, you concealed your affections, carrying them within your heart, as your father saw you both as siblings. Sure, you grew up together and were basically one person, but you could also love him, right?

You kept your adoration hidden and you honestly were fine with it because you remained close to Ivar but you always faced struggles when a woman tried to seduce him. You were a strong and loving woman, supporting a man whom few understood or respected.

In recent years, you had devoted your time to the study of science and honed your skills as a healer. Your knowledge extended to various herbs and methods to mend any kind of injury. Ivar sought your counsel frequently, valuing the conversations you shared.

The atmosphere between you was one of relaxation, love, and kindness, something that Ivar rarely encountered in his tumultuous life. He harbored deep emotions for you, but fear held him back. Rejection had been his constant companion throughout life, even from his own father, Ragnar Lothbrok. This fear of rejection crippled him, making him hesitant to express his emotions to you.

One day, your father entered your room with an unusual expression. You initially assumed he was about to share one of Floki's eccentric ideas, as was his habit. Therefore a bright smile creeped over your lovely face, greeting your father. However, what he proposed was far from comforting; it shattered your heart in a matter of seconds.

“I've been thinking about arranging a marriage between you and Ubbe,” he said, his words falling like lead..

You raised your eyebrows, believing that he joked at first but his serious expression remained - he meant it.

“Uh, father. I don’t know if I-,” you began, only to be interrupted by his eager explanation.

“I thought you’d remain close to Ivar and find a man who truly treats you right. I know Ubbe is a good man who will respect you,” he continued.

You pondered his words briefly, acknowledging that Ubbe was a compassionate and respectful man who held women in high regard. During your childhood, you had formed a fondness for him, but it was far from romantic.

No, you truly despised the idea.

“Father, I don't wish to marry," you protested vehemently, rejecting Floki's wishes, which he met with displeasure. You couldn't fathom joining hands with a man you didn't love, especially if it were your true love's brother. The thought left you with an overwhelming sense of unease.

“Child, you've reached a point in your life where you need a man to protect you. You're all on your own, and we're concerned," he voiced his genuine worries. While you understood his concerns, this request felt like an intrusion on your own autonomy, a call you couldn't embrace. You preferred making your parents proud and being a memorable member of Kattegat, but this wasn’t your true faith.

You were bound to none other than Ivar the Boneless, a man whose depths you knew better than your own skills as a healer. As you sat there, Floki's hand swept across his weary face, his gaze avoiding yours as he delivered the unimaginable truth.

“Ubbe has asked for your hand in marriage, and we've already agreed with Aslaug. The decision has been made, my dear," he disclosed, a heavy burden of heartache settling upon you. Tears welled in your eyes, and your cheeks flushed with the ache of this revelation.

“No, Father,” you protested, your voice quivering from the shock of their decision, made without your consent.

“We only want you to be happy," Floki tried to bridge the emotional chasm, but his words fell on deaf ears. You were consumed by fury, your emotions tearing at you, digging a chasm within your heart.

“I’m not!” You cried out, finally allowing your pent-up emotions to pour forth. "I'm not happy, Father. You have a woman you love, and Mother loves you too. Why can't I?” You shouted while tears ran down your soft skin, falling onto the ground. You sobbed uncontrollably.

“No, don’t think that,” Floki tried to console you, his heart aching as he witnessed your distress. After all, you were his beloved daughter, a sweet and loving child he cherished. Right now, you feared the fatherly connection was breaking apart.

“I’m not marrying Ubbe! I’d rather die,” you declared, your voice barely a whisper but loud enough for your father to comprehend. With those words hanging heavily in the air, you rose and fled the room, leaving your father behind. As you left the building you came across Ubbe, who of course knew about the idea before you did, though you rage signalized that you weren’t enlightened.

Floki followed closely, calling your name, but your steps quickened with each utterance. Ultimately, you ran away, seeking refuge in the familiar embrace of the Kattegat forest, a place you knew intimately. You spent a lot of time in the forests and fields to collect herbs and plants, sometimes even staying overnight in summer. With your father, mother, Ubbe, and the impending marriage fading into the background, you retreated into the solitude of the woods. Little did you know your secret significant other just found out about the marriage through Sigurd.

“You’re telling me, y/n is going to marry my brother?” The crackling fire of the fireplace represented Ivar’s slight rage as he received the information.

Sigurd understood that you were Ivar's soft spot, and while he relished the opportunity to tease his brother, he also conveyed the truth. Aslaug had kept this secret from Ivar, knowing precisely what she was doing.

“Yes. Ubbe is the eldest among us brothers, so it only makes sense for him to claim one of the town's most important women, Ivar,” Sigurd explained while deftly carving a sculpture from wood.

Ivar despised the idea entirely, his lips chewed raw as he gazed out the window. It was not Ubbe's right to simply take any woman, especially not you. He believed Ubbe was not meant for your delicate being, no matter how loving, respectful, and kind he might be. At least in the eyes of the Ragnarsson, Ubbe would never be worthy.

As the evening progressed, Ubbe and Floki entered the brothers' home. Ivar remained silent, seething with anger and disappointment. However, he was not Ubbe's primary concern.

“Ubbe, she ran way. I cannot force her,” Floki implored Ubbe to reconsider.

“Floki, it’s not your fault. I love her though, and you know it. I’d treat her with everything she desires and I’ll love the children she will bear,” Ubbe explained, greeting Sigurd and Ivar with a small nod.

“You don't love her if you'll force her to marry you," Ivar's words were cold and stern, his anger barely contained.

“Excuse me?” Ubbe was taken aback by the accusation.

Finally, Ivar’s jealousy piqued and he looked up to his brother, “You heard me. She doesn’t love you. She never will!” His words struck like a shock.

Sigurd, joining the conversation, couldn't resist a taunt, “Oh, are your little feelings hurt because she won’t hop in bed with you? Poor Ivar.”

Oh, how much Ivar hated these people, these cruel brothers who always take his hope away. They rob him of his freedom, his excitement and love. They always seemed to achieve everything, while Ivar was left with nothing but solitude and heartache. As the tension simmered within the dimly lit room, Ivar's words hung heavy in the air, causing a palpable rift between the brothers.

“Ivar, you have no right to dictate her heart. She's a woman with her own choices," Ubbe retorted, his voice carrying an air of defiance.

Ivar scoffed as a response to this unsolicited statement. It wasn’t Ivar who was trying to force himself upon you, it was Ubbe. All his life Ivar did nothing to pressure you or force you to do something. You had been safe around him, no burdens dragging you down when you had spent time together.

Sigurd, needing to provoke Ivar further, leaned in with a sly smile, "Is that so, Ivar? Or are you just afraid she might choose someone else over you?"

The youngest among them decided to not react to the jokes Sigurd made as he intentionally tried to fuel Ivar’s anger. While Ivar was torn between his immense longing for you and the realization that he might never be able to offer you the love and protection you deserved, Ivar couldn't help but feel that marrying Ubbe was wrong. The young Ragnarsson decided to leave the situation, searching for you.

They didn’t, but Ivar did.

Meanwhile, you had found safety in the forest, away from the prying eyes and expectations of your family and the town of Kattegat. There, you wandered aimlessly. As you reached a small, shallow river, you placed yourself on a rock. The silence and peace gave you enough room to reflect on the horrible decision of your parents.

You couldn’t deny your love for Ivar anymore. Whenever you thought about becoming Ubbe’s wife, Ivar’s face popped up on your mind. He was the fragile yet strong man you truly desired with your whole heart.

Tears still covered your face, seeking their way down into the cold water of the river.

It was in this melancholic moment that you spotted a familiar face among the shadows. Ivar’s presence unveiled itself on the other side of the river. His intense blue eyes, filled with a mixture of longing and despair, locked onto yours.

“Y/n,” he called your name out, his voice heavy with emotion.

You blinked a few times and a broken, yet warm smile rushed over your lips. You stood up, jumping over the small width of the river, getting closer to Ivar.

“Ivar…,” you whispered, seating you down next to him.

Even though you appreciated his company, your heart couldn’t bear to look into his loyal eyes. Alone the fact others think you and Ubbe would be a suitable couple made you feel dirty.

Ivar’s eyes remained locked on you, his voice filling the silence between you, “You… you don’t want to marry my brother, right?”

You frantically shook your head as an answer.

Ivar came a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I can't stand the thought of you being with him," he confessed, his vulnerability laid bare. Jealousy or not, his emotions were genuine and Ivar thrived for your love. Yet, he never told you.

“Ivar,” you whispered, contemplating whether you should reveal your intimate feelings. “Ubbe isn’t the man I want to call husband. Of course he’s intelligent and a wonderful fighter, though…”

Ivar’s soothing voice interjected, “I want you to stay by my side.”

Finally, a massive amount of weight released the both of you, and you widened your eyes in surprise. His confession lightened a fire inside you that you had guessed was already banished. A smile lingered on your lips while you replayed his words again and again in your mind. He asked you to remain his, not to become Ubbe’s woman or anyone else’s.

His eyes expressed his fear of rejection, since you two had shared a unique relationship he couldn’t put together. Your beautiful smile warmed his mind though, letting his hope grow little by little.

Your heart quickened in response to the significant magnetic pull between you. Softly, you said the words you had longed to say the past years.

“Ivar, I love you.”

Without a further word, Ivar reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was both tender and possessive, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your face. He never held you like this - a whole new level of trust and intimacy unveiled itself. His passion and your admiration mixed together.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You didn’t know how a kiss normally feels like, but you knew his kiss was the right thing. His lips were warm and inviting, and his breath mingled with yours, creating an intimate connection that defied the existence of everything but your shared love for one another.

It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises - the weight of unexpressed emotions that were kept hidden for many years. It was a kiss that spoke of a love that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged, waiting to bloom, waiting to emerge.

When he gently pulled away, your hearts were racing, and a breathless silence hung between you.

Ivar's eyes stared into yours, filled with a raw intensity that left no room for doubt. He loved you too.

“No one will take your hand, except for me, Ástvinur.”

[nebelihood]

For the Patakis week! Aghsj idk I had this thought before sleeping (Obviously I was going to include Stinky my beloved HAJAHS AGHH I CAN'T HELP IT SORRY- I LOVE PAIRING THEM UP AHAHAHHA)

IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THE TEEN AGE HELGA AND ARNOLD CANON- SING HERE

[kumari8670]

if Kida had the opportunity to visit the surface world, i think she'd enjoy checking out where everybody is from

that would mean she'd spend more time in the US than any other country, but Vinny and Mole still get to show off Italy and France respectively! (Germany is stamped in honor of Helga my beloved 💔)

[fireinthefireproofvault]

Hogan’s Heroes Characters as Songs

Hogan: Saint Motel- You’re Nobody Til Somebody Wants You Dead

It suits him. And there’s a certain sass to it, not to mention lyrics about people getting tricked! The title practically is something he would say.

Kinch: Autoheart- We Can Build a Fire

Please just listen to it 🥺 if it doesn’t make you have Kinch feelings, then I’m sorry guess it was just me

Newkirk: The Pigeon Detectives- Don’t You Wanna Find Out

Beyond being very British, this song is both flirting and dissing. It is perfect. I will take no criticism on this one.

LeBeau: Indochine- Les nouveaux soleils

Great band and also encouraging lyrics ☺️🇫🇷 I wanted to make him a Naast song because I love Naast but none of the vibes of the lyrics worked half as well as this one. Besides, someone has to highlight our beloved Louis’s caring heart and that’s basically my day job.

Carter: Walk the Moon- Timebomb

It may be a love song but it’s an explosives-themed love song. Plus the line asking if it’s real love is so Carter because the emotional aspect of things is priority one. And the upbeat nature is perfect for our sweet boy 🥺

Klink: Florence + the Machine- I’m Not Calling You a Liar

Klogan demon got me Klink is desperate for love and approval, even from those who hurt him 😔🥺

Schultz: Two Door Cinema Club- Come Back Home

I dunno, something about the lyrics made me think of his situation 🥺

Hochstetter: Smashing Pumpkins- Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The voice. Despite all my rage. Yeah.

Burkhalter: Divyded- Sanity

For when he’s done with everyone’s shit, IE pretty much all the time 😌

Helga: Vukovi- And He Lost His Mind

Her and Hogan sure had their eyes on the prize! Little did they know they were on borrowed time…

Hilda: Young Rising Sons- Whiskey

Hogan just can’t quit her 👀

Marya: Fall Out Boy- This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race

Just listen to the lyrics 💁🏻‍♀️

Crittendon: The Aquabats!- Look at Me (I’m a Winner)!

“Someone once told me you can't lose em' all/And that someone was you/But when I nail gunned my hand to the wall/I started to wonder if that could be true”

[elmart]

Helga Katrina Sinclair - Sketches

Recently I re-watched after so many years this movie (the last time I saw it on my beloved VHS, now with my bluray...)

so I finally did some sketches on this wonderful woman.

Disney lost so much of its qualities in these years, one of which was the ability to create characters like Helga, it would require too much to describe her.

She, many many years ago, was the reason why I started love the braid.

Such underrated movie, it's a terrible shame that masterpiece like this movie didn't get the love they deserved.

Here's the speedpainting:

If you want you can tell me which character you'd want to see in my style.

[goatskickin]

Some skirts for your elderly lady sims to wear to a *party*!

The textures I’ve used are an eclectic collection - MelissaSims, Milano, Helga, and my beloved AAS of course. Everything shiny, fancy or festive I could find!

The mesh is right here - an oldie but a goodie. Categorized for Everyday and Formal (of course!)

Download - EF Party Skirts

[haru-kuneko]

Twenty-eight years, ago "Hey Arnold!" first aired on Nickelodeon today!

This show has actually played a critical role in my life. You may think it's a ho-hum show about a football-head kid living in a rusty neighborhood. However, it also taught us a lot of important life lessons such as dealing with bullying, family issues, addiction, poverty and being kind to others.

Arnold is always willing to lend a hand, even to those who are considered broken and hopeless. I remember the episode where he had to help a classmate who suffers from a chocolate addiction which is a result of his beloved nanny leaving him since he was little. Even the abrasive Helga Pataki turns out to be the result of her parents not paying much attention to her and her anger issues came from her dad.

I remember rooting for Arnold and Helga to be together. Another iconic moment from this show was in the movie where we learned about what happened to his actual parents. I always wonder how Arnold hasn't gone on the deep end yet considering his upbringing. He was quite young when his parents left and lived in a rundown building where everyone was just dumb or annoying but well-meaning.

Still, he remained kind and humble. We have met so many people in real life who didn't have a great childhood and it's totally messed them up in one way or another. Maybe the ones who ended up doing well had a supportive environment like Arnold here.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Furniture

In which Annie and Halsin see if they can break a bed. Obviously NSFW.

“I am open to anything---if you can find a piece of furniture up to the challenge.” Halsin teased as one of his large hands touched Anais’s hip.

Anais let out a small, high-pitched squeak at the response. I just asked if we could have sex in a bed next time?!?! And he says THAT?!?!? Oh my fucking gods, what am I going to do? “I, erm…well, I can see if there’s something around here, love.” We’re in the Shadow Cursed Lands. There’s Last Light, and that’s about it. Gods, if we were in the city, I’d ask Mum to give me some names of carpenters and just have the damn bed made!

The hand on her hip squeezed gently. “I jest, my heart. Please don’t worry so.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You have plenty on your mind already.”

And in it. “I’m alright. Besides,” she could feel her cheeks burn. “it’s very pleasant to think about.” Very. Very. Very. Pleasant.

Another squeeze of her hip nearly made her moan. “I agree. I can picture you splayed out below me—”

“We’re heading out!” Karlach yelled from several yards away.

Anais laughed. “It seems we’re leaving, so that’ll have to wait until later.”

Finding a sturdy bed was forgotten by both parties (and greatly missed by me) until the group arrived at Baldur’s Gate. Settling into their rooms at the Elfsong Tavern, Anais examined the bed in her Halsin’s shared room. Maybe? Perhaps? I could try to stand and jump on it, but I’m likely to fall on my ass. She gave it a small kick to one of its legs. Good sign? Oh, who am I kidding? I’m a sorcerer, not a carpenter. She pondered the bed for a few minutes before feeling a pair of strong hands on her hips. Her heart never failed to soar each time her lover touched her. I feel so safe. So loved. So cherished. I only hope he feels the same… “Hello. Miss me that much?”

Halsin chuckled, his lips kissing her neck. “Always, my heart. Are you happy with our room?” His hands drifted upwards with each taking a handful of her soft belly. “It will suit our needs while we’re here, I think.”

“Oh yes, I’ve no doubt. I was just…looking at the bed. Wondering how sturdy it is.” She could feel herself blushing, which I know he loves.

Remembering their conversation from several weeks ago, he laughed. “Ah! Shall we test it later then?”

Turning her head, she smiled as her lips touched his. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please. Do your worst…or, well, best, and if anything, I can always pay for it.” A small price to pay for a night of your large druid pounding into you.

“For you, my love, I will do my very best. I must admit, I haven’t broken a bed in some time.” Excuse me?!?! “The last time that happened, hmm…I was bedding a pair of dwarf lasses. Helga was riding my face while Hilda rode my cock.” He sighed wistfully. “And just as I reached my fifth peak of the evening, that’s when the bed creaked…and we ended up finishing on the floor.”

Anais blinked. “Wow. I-I…wow.” Annie Wildheart, surely you can say more than that?! The hearty laughter from Halsin made her feel as if her face was as red as her hair.

He turned her around and cupped her face in his hands. “Annie,” his hazel eyes, always full of warmth, stared into her chocolate brown ones. “I know you are thinking…” Too much? Always? “About how on Silvanus’s earth you can live up to that.” Nope. It’s how I will never live up to that because I’m just me and not two amazing dwarves. “Put that from your mind, beloved. This night, as with every day and night we are one, is about us finding pleasure together.” He pressed a few kisses to her lips. “Don’t overthink this, my heart.”

She giggled nervously. “Me? Overthinking? Never.”

A thoughtful look appeared on his face. “How was it you explained your magic to Gale? You don’t think---you feel what is best and trust your instincts.” Upon seeing her confused expression, he smiled. “Why not apply that to other aspects of your life?”

Tilting her head slightly, she considered his words. He’s not bloody wrong. Could work. Could try it. She could feel herself grinning. “Oh, I’ll apply it alright.” She kissed him soundly, plush arms wrapping around his neck. Her fingers threaded through his chestnut hair and soon found his ears. I licked the lobe of one the other night…he may have liked it.

A hand on her waist traveled to her behind as he pressed his pelvis against hers. Oh gods, he’s as hard as a rock. A growl escaped him as he panted against her open mouth. “Tell the others to conduct their business without you. Stay. Stay, my love.”

Instincts say: stay. She broke free from him, strode to the door, and yelled, “I’M STAYING HERE. BYE! HAVE FUN! DON’T DIE!” Halsin laughed behind her as she slammed the door and then murmured a silencing charm on the room. My darling Halsin can be quite loud. All the time.

“You two are fucking filthy, and I love it!” Astarion shouted with several grumbles from Gale and plenty of eyerolls from Lae’zel I’m sure.

Anais could not stop giggling as began to remove her robes. “How’s that for following my instincts, love?”

Undressed in moments, Halsin wiped tears from his eyes because of laughing. “My heart, you make me laugh more than I have in decades.” In two strides he was in front of her, large hands pawing at her robes. “You’re full of surprises. How many more will we have this day, I wonder.” As more of her porcelain skin was exposed, he had to touch or pepper kisses to it. “Anais,” he whispered in Elvish. “I need you, beloved.”

She wrinkled her nose as she stepped out of her smalls. “I can tell, my beautiful bear.” She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him with the curl of her index finger. “Come here to me.”

His eyes flashed gold when he heard her utter his usual phrase. Chuckling, he knelt on the floor in front of her soft open thighs. “You are a delight. That you grow more confident and playful with each of our couplings warms my heart.” He hooked one of her legs over a large shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh.

A light blush appeared on her cheeks as she smiled warmly. “I’ve been feeling a lot more confident, especially after our first time together.” Her fingers tilted his head away from her thigh and up towards her. I will never get over the way he looks at me. So full of love and adoration. I love you so much, Halsin. I never thought I’d ever experience this. “I suppose I’m just glad you noticed, love.”

“How could I not when your smile grows more radiant every day? When you’re the most at ease since we’ve met?” He leaned into her touch, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Even your walk is more…alluring.”

Anais cocked an eyebrow, his face now in both her hands. “Is that so?”

“I see the way your hips sway more,” Halsin growled. “I long to simply walk up to you and grab and squeeze.” His eyes glowed gold for a moment. “After I taste you, I shall hold those tempting hips as I pound into you from behind.”

Oh. Oh wow. Oh fuck. Haven’t done that yet, but I’m here for it. I mean, we did that position when he was in wildshape, so that doesn’t count right? STOP THINKING SO MUCH. She let out a small whine as he brought her other leg over his shoulder. “Love, please. Please.”

“Tell me what you desire, my heart.” His nose brushed against the red curls at the apex of her thick thighs. “Speak to me, lover.”

“Have me, Halsin.” Anais whispered as she let herself fall ungracefully backwards, earning a laugh from him. “Sorry about that.” She giggled.

Kissing her curls, he ran his rough hands along her soft thighs. “So long as you are comfortable, dear one.” He then began his assault on her cunt, lapping and sucking at her. He always drank from her like a man who had lived in the desert for hundreds of years.

“H-Halsin, gods…don’t stop…” She panted, her fingers pulling on his hair. Apparently, he likes it! And I like doing it! She instinctively thrusted her wide, soft hips harder than I meant to. Hearing some muffled chuckles, she could not help but giggle herself.

“Eager, my love?” He teased as his hands traveled down to hips. “Fear not, I’ll have you singing for me soon enough.” He returned his focus downwards.

He certainly wasn’t wrong that I’ll be coming soon… The coil inside Anais’s belly grew tighter and tighter each second until she came after a particularly sloppy lick and two of his fingers curling inside her. I think…I saw…stars…

After he licked her clean, he hauled himself up slightly and rested his chin on her soft lower belly. “Good girl. You are more beautiful than the brightest dawn when you come, my heart. Your skin radiant; your body so responsive to my every touch.” When he stood, his erection was all she could notice. Every time I wonder how that thing gets inside me. “However, as joyful as that is,” he watched as she stood as well. “I want you coming on me as I spill.” He reached around her and grabbed a generous handful of her behind. “As I feel this against me.” His hands then went to her hips. “As I dig my nails into your soft flesh.” Now tugging on her lower lip, they both moaned. “On all fours, my love.” As they positioned themselves on the bed (Was that a creak already? No, it can’t be.), Halsin could not keep his hands off various parts of Anais’s body, his breathing shallow. “You truly are nature’s most lovely creation. Are you ready for me?” He teased, the wide tip of his cock at her entrance.

A smirk appeared on her face. “Perhaps. I want a kiss first, love.”

“O-ho!” He kissed her back and then thrusted into her. “How good you feel, Annie. I could stay inside you forever.” His hips pistoned, dragging his frankly massive length in and out with tremendous speed and strength. Much, much more than usual, but I’m not complaining! Sounds of his grunts and her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, as did—

Creaaaaaaaaaaaaak.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Come for me, my love!”

He thrust harder and harder.

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaak.

“HALSIN!” Anais screamed, reaching her second orgasm much more quickly and much more off-guard than the first. She could feel her knees buckling as he spilled, his nails denting her wide hips.

CRACK!

She screamed again when she realized the bed did, indeed, break. Anais screamed, this time out of surprise, as the mattress hit the floor.

“Annie, my heart, you’re alright. I’ve got you. Are you hurt?” He asked, deeply concerned. He carefully slid himself out and stared at her.

She rolled over and began to laugh uncontrollably. “Oh my fucking gods, we actually broke the bed!” Anais reached for his scarred face and gently caressed his cheek. “Though, I think this bed was rather poorly made if it didn’t survive barely one round.” Definitely asking Mum for carpenter recommendations…and for some more gold to compensate the Elfsong Tavern.

“A pity. I thought we would be going at it for some time. Although,” his hazel eyes were full of mirth. “That doesn’t mean we can’t continue.” He caged her with his muscled arms and placed kisses on her jaw and neck. “What say you, lover?”

Giggling, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Once more, my handsome bear, and then I should tell the gentleman downstairs that we need another bed.”

Halsin barked a laugh as he entered her again, causing them both to moan wantonly. “Ah-ha…no need. I can…ah…get some furs…we can sleep on the floor…” He thrusted into her slowly this time, wanting to savor the moment.

Oh hells no. Nope. Not happening. She raised an eyebrow. “Halsin.”

“Yes, my heart?” He asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

“I want a damn bed.”

“Of course, my love.”

“I want a comfy bed.”

His thrusts grew faster as he chuckled. He is having far too much fun with this. “In wildshape, I can be the perfect bed for you, sweet one.”

“That,” Anais shook her head. Get that bed! You deserve it! And so does he! “is very lovely, but still not a bed.”

“Ha! Then how about nature’s bed? Sleeping on the—”

When he hit the spot that always made her come undone, she let out a whine. “Halsin, please…”

He sucked a mark onto the top of one of her large breasts. “Please what?” When he noticed her fingers touching herself, he kissed another mark on the other breast. “Good girl. That’s it. Come for me again. I know you can. Just let go.” He panted, his own end approaching quickly.

“I WANT A BED, MY LOVE!” She yelled as she came, her hands entwined in his hair.

He came moments after her, several loud grunts echoing through the room. Collapsing on top of her, he tried to roll off but instead Anais held her to him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained, but she held firm.

“You’re not hurting me. Stay.” My gentle bear, I know you’d never harm me. “Stay with me a while.”

He responded with a pleased hum, his body relaxing on top of hers. They lay in very comfortable silence for several minutes before Halsin stood with a grunt. “You know, a bed is a good idea. The floor is much lower than I thought.” He teased and held out his hands to help her. “Besides,” his eyes twinkled as he gave her a quick kiss. “The furs can wait until another time, I promise you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while his hands grabbed her ass. Oh good gods, he’s hard again. Tell them about the bed and then…once more?!?! “Hmmm, you’ve given me an idea.” She grinned.

He quirked an amused eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mum has a chalet—”

“A what?”

“A chalet…like a house for winter…in the north, near the ancestral home of the Wildhearts. Anyways, I’m thinking about furs in front of the large fireplace and us.” She wrinkled her nose and smiled before kissing him again. “Alone. Naked. Doing all sorts of things.”

He pretended to think. “I don’t know, my heart,” he tried to sound serious, but he literally cannot be more pleased. He can’t stop smiling. “Can you guarantee there will be…” Halsin kissed her nose. “Honey? I also have some ideas.”

Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeak. “Oh? Like…honey on my tits?” Tits? Ass? Belly? Cunt?!?!?!

He laughed heartily and lightly tapped her behind. “And other places! Now, let us get clean, and then you can go downstairs and explain our situation.”

Ah yes, the situation. The situation in which we broke a bed. Because we fucked simply too hard. She giggled as she walked to the large tub in the corner of the room, murmuring a spell and tapping the side with a finger. I need to stop home for some nail polish. It’s been too long. “And then?” She asked with a grin.

He reached her in three long strides and kissed her passionately.

Oh. Then…more.

[aracelighda]

Shortaki Week Día/Day 4:

Hey Drive-In !

4th day, the week is going by very fast I don't want this to end 🥺🥲 Well, I really don't know if I understood the Drive In theme since it had quite a few different meanings 🤷🏿‍♀️ so take the synonym for "Drive-In" 🛻🍧🍿🎀🏈 yeah, Those open-air drive-thru cinemas Helga and Arnold, after going to the park, decided to go there together to watch a romantic movie along with other people who were also there, They also bought some popcorn and ice cream to share that beautiful moment, Helga will always keep that hobby with him beloved Arnold and Arnold can't be more than happy that Helga is having fun and is comfortable with him ☺️

[milkb0nny]

Hello. I saw the open request box and I didn’t know if you would be open to write something for Bjorn? Is he a character that you like? Do you have a favourite character from Series Vikings? I read a lot of your work and it’s so beautiful. Would you be able to write something about and obsessed Bjorn with reader and maybe some smuttyness ✨✨✨Mybe she joins him on the first trip to the Mediterranean 😍😍Andhe can see her from the ship across speaking to Floki and Helga ?

loyal dishonesty

Björn x neutral!reader

Björn: A man obsessing over you

Summary: Björn, who is known to be an adventurous and lustful lover, finally caught an endless desire: you. Though, how is he to portray his passion and admiration towards you?

Note: Thank you for your request! Björn is an... okay character. I rewatched the series so many times and with every rewatch I'm able to like him more. Still, he's far away from being a favorite. 😭 I love Ivar and Floki, as well as Helga and Torvi. Also - the smüt might be a little... Well, I usually don't write smüt. 🫠

Warnings: a little smüt, lustful behavior

Word Count: -

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⚜️ When Björn fell for you, his attention became laser-focused on you. The first spark emerged just like with other women, though with you he felt he couldn't reach you. You were different - hard to get yet playful. He's known for his ambition and drive, but when he's in love, that intensity is redirected towards his beloved. His mind desired you, his body burned for your touch and his eyes were always glued on your very beautiful features. Every decision he made was influenced by thoughts of you.

⚜️ He kindly offered you drinks, a lovely chat or a sweet tease to make him seem interesting. Your personality was not only captivating but making him obsessive. Björn's love manifested as a fierce protectiveness - and an unhealthy obsession with you. He was almost obsessive about keeping you safe, especially on the way to the Mediterranean Sea. He secretly checked on you - your health, your daily activities and your bonds with others.

⚜️ Although his history with cheating is well known, he's also a jealous person. He despised to view you with other men or women who glared at you with lust. Björn felt entitled to you as if he had owned the right to you. No one should come too close, no one should touch your precious body without his permission. Though you weren't his, he still kept barging in whenever a person insisted perverted intentions.

⚜️ Björn is not one who opens up. He prefers to be viewed as the strong provider, a fearless man and a good soldier. However everyone is vulnerable. Björn found himself in a difficult position: he wanted to be vulnerable to show you his honest love though he didn't want to lose his identity as a powerful man. Throughout your time together you watched the thick wall break into pieces little by little. You learned about his flaws, his emotional struggles and especially about his insufferable self esteem. Deep inside he was more insecure than you ever had anticipated. Nevertheless you loved him for sharing that with you which was another reason to never let you go. You knew things no one else was supposed to know. In order to keep his secrets hidden, he needed to make you his. His only.

⚜️ As Björn's love deepens, so does his desperation to hold onto it. Emotions crept up his mind he had never encountered before with anyone else. A strange feeling, robbing his thoughts at night. He fears losing you, his passion, more than anything else and is willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness or ambitions. You did not only entertain him, you showed him how true love looked like. The feeling of your warmth was unique and too worthy to ever let go of. Your embrace motivated him to fight for his ambitions but you also scared him. You could not only pass away during battle, but sicknesses also haunt people's lives. A constant bitter taste - one that made him into a loyal husband.

⚜️ His care showed through intimate times as well. Whenever you begged him for nightly adventures, he was more than ready to fulfill your desires. However, in the back of his foggy mind, he would always make sure you're comfortable. Scaring you or hurting you during such vulnerable actions frightened him. Even if his thrusts were rough and heavy, his hands kept softly petting your shoulders.

⚜️ His obsession with you came so far, that he never engages in positions where he can't see your face. Oh, how he adores your flushed red face, your closed eyes and the messy hair of yours. Björn was convinced he would miss out on your heavenly being if the two of you would not see each other during the deed.

⚜️ Björn is a master of seduction, and he loves to show his affection through physical intimacy. Whatever he lays his eyes on isn't safe from his flirtatious attempts. Especially with you he loved to take his time. Playfulness was a form of embracing his love: he would tease you, give you soft pecks and would tickle you only to hear you laugh. From tender caresses to steamy embraces, every touch is filled with desire and longing. He'll tease and flirt shamelessly, always keeping you on your toes with his witty banter and mischievous grin. After all, you were the one for him.

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[giiuliartt]

#thepatakisweek day 2 (I’m late whoopsie) - word prompt: Closet 🍬🚪

One of the things that always bugged me when watching Hey Arnold! was one of Helga’s main… “romantic” outlets, one of the few objects she could proclaim her secret love: the famous(and kinda creepy) ”Arnold gumhead”

As shown in “The Patakis” mini-Bible spin off, Helga would have gotten a scholarship at a very prestigious school due her creative art projects, that being photography, creative writing pieces and so on, as much as I’m thankful she got a ~healthier~ way to let her emotions out, I’d love to see what happened to her “Arnold collection” on #thepatakis .

In this piece, I imagined Helga deciding to throw everything “embarrassing” or “Arnold-related” away before emerging herself into writing her application letter (And therefore a “new Helga”) everything but- the Gum-Arnold and Her beloved locket (next fanart will be about so said locket!).

For young Helga, that closet was her safe heaven, from her family, from school, from the facade she created for herself, from everything. There, she could finally let go and be herself, before her final act, she locks herself once again in her closet and writes precisely the piece that settled the deal for her scholarship. Giving a proper beginning for Helga’s journey exploring her feelings more openly, while simultaneously a proper ending to young Helga’s dedication to her first love.

This is the my first piece for the #thepatakisweek , if you have no ideia what I’m taking about: hi! Did you know Helga almost had her own TV show? No? Then please watch the video at the end of this post (swipe right) with more details over #operationthepatakis 🎀@opthepatakis

[syrips]

I'm not sure, maybe you've already done this, but if not...

Your top 5 favorite CoS NPCs? 👀👀

oo i love i love i lovee!!! i demand to know your fav CoS NPCs too!!

spoiler warning just incase heheheee

making strahd a freebie cuz it feels way too obvious help ndkasnds (plus i wanna do 6-)

from the 'vanilla/unmodded' version:

strahd

escher

strahd's beloved

the abbot

gertruda

helga

also by strahd's beloved i dont necessarily mean specific npcs, but rather the target/obsession that strahd goes for, which may or may not be that npc. sometimes it's a pc too! but still, i am in LOVE with characters that is obsessed for/by strahd

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks to @honeybewrites for the tag

OC name origins tag

Rules: I want to know how you came up with your original character’s names and personalities. Are they based on people in your real life? Are they straight from your brain? Are they a mix of several people?

I'll do this for the Tempest Prince characters

Jason Haliday:

Jason's name- like his brother's- is steeped in Greek history and mythos, with Jason being one of the classical heroes of their mythology. Jason Haliday (called something different in that draft) compared himself to mythology Jason with all this supposedly important but seemingly useless stuff he kept having to go after, "Like chasing a goddamn fleece for whatever reason" and purposefully ignorimh the context of the original story. The scene isn't in the current draft, but the comparison led me to change his name to Jason.

His surname, 'Haliday', was originally 'Galloway', but somewhere I learnt that Halliday comes from the old English hæligdag, which is excellent foreshadowing for the book.

Alex Haliday:

Alex was always going to be this character's name, however I changed its long form from Alexandra to Alexander somewhere down the line (God knows why, 'cause I certainly don't remember).

The reason was always because of his involvement with the Allyrian Inquisition as one of their brightest strategic minds and best warriors, making his name a nod towards Alexander of Macedonia.

Michelle Haliday:

Michelle as a character was heavily inspired by my dad- whose name was Michael- and giving her a name similar to his is a sort of tribute.

Lifvinja Ravenscar:

Okay, I know of maybe two people who follow me that might know what I'm on about with this, but I'll try my best to explain.

Growing up, I had the box set of this one old-ass Afrikaans kids show called 'Liewe Heksie' (it's hard to translate without sounding strange, but somewhere along the lines of 'little beloved witch') which was about an... admittedly pathetic but endearing excuse of a witch named Livinia, and followed all the stuff she got up to.

Some part of me thought "Hey, wouldn't it be funny to take this all-powerful, immortal mage who used to be a Norse Viking like a thousand years ago and name her after this one character from a kids show?"

And thus, Livinia got swapped out for its Norse equivalent- Lifvinja- and Archmagos Lifvinja Ravenscar was named.

The surname 'Ravenscar' comes from how marriage works in the Hunter cities, where everyone in the relationship unanimously agrees on two words that they feel allude to something important to them, and those two are put together to create their new surname that's unique to them. In Lifvinja's case, she called her wife 'Hrafn' (Raven) as a joke when they first met and it just stuck, and the pair both had matching burn scars on their forearms from something important to their story that I can't disclose cause ✨spoilers✨.

Helga Ravenscar:

I'll be honest with you, she literally got her name from a newspaper comic called Hagar the Horrible.

We all struggle to figure out character names sometimes, and she was one of those characters.

Isaac Blackwell:

Isaac got his name cause I was playing Dead Space around the time I first created his character.

'Blackwell' is based on 'Blackthorn' from the Shadowhunter books, but it does serve a purpose of sorts to the story. However, ✨spoilers✨

Aten:

Aten is one of several Great Ones that appear in the story (A great one being an extra dimensional entity that is to a god as we are to bacteria) and he got his name from the full name for the Egyptian sun god, Aten-Ra.

I think I was reading Kane Chronicles when I came up with that one, not sure.

The story in universe is that he's a lot more compassionate toward humans than the rest of the 'Pantheon', and came down to the Egyptian old kingdom to help them through a famine. Them not really understanding wtf they were seeing culminated in them naming him after their sun god, and thus he now carries the name 'Aten' with a sort of pride.

Sanmaht:

Imma be perfectly honest here, this one was a keyboard smash with vowels added for pronouncability.

Leyendeach:

I got this from the game Pathfinder: Kingmaker, where the audio file for some early-game cantrips sounded to me like they ended in something that eventually, through many iterations, got turned into 'Leyendeach'

Ralye:

A corruption of R'lyeh, the name of the city where Cthulhu supposedly is in HP Lovecraft's stories; from the phrase "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl ftagn" (In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lays dreaming).

No pressure tag for @orion-lacroix, @oh-no-another-idea, @illarian-rambling, @pb-dot and anyone else who wants in

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

New Video: Joel Grey and Eddie Redmayne Talk CABARET and The 'Emcee' Legacy

Last night, the company and audience of Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club celebrated Broadway legend Joel Grey’s 92nd birthday on stage at the August Wilson Theatre.

By: A.A. CristiApr. 12, 2024, Broadway World.

Last night, the company of Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club wilkommened some very special guests to their immersive nightclub home!

Eddie Redmayne currently in previews as the ‘Emcee’ in Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club celebrated Broadway legend Joel Grey’s 92nd birthday on stage at the August Wilson Theatre.

In the video Grey, who won Tony and Academy Awards for originating the role of the Emcee, reacts to the immersive new production now in previews on Broadway and its star Eddie Redmayne.

Redmayne described the feeling of performing for Grey and the show's composer, John Kander as "extraordinary, horrendously intimidating, as well, but joyful," and revealed a special moment he shared with the star during the performance.

Grey, who originated the role of the ‘Emcee’ on Broadway in 1966 and went on to star in the beloved film of Cabaret, took the stage as the entire cast, band, and creative team sang “Happy Birthday” while a custom cake, shaped like a giant pineapple, emerged from the stage.

During his speech honoring Grey, Eddie Redmayne said, “Tonight is an extraordinarily special night for us because we are in the presence of an extraordinary human being without whom none of us would be here.” After thunderous applause, Redmayne continued “Your performance in this part changed my life and it was one of the things that made me want to be an actor.”

The cast and Grey were also joined on stage by Cabaret composer John Kander.

Alongside Joel’s daughter Jennifer Grey and Kander, a star-studded crowd came out to fete the theater icon including Anderson Cooper, Candice Bergen, Jackie Hoffman, Jane Krakowski, Lin-Manuel Miranda, David Rockwell, and more. They were joined by numerous alum of Cabaret spanning the decades including Maude Apatow (Sally Bowles in London, 2023), Madeline Brewer (Sally Bowles in London, 2022), Joely Fisher (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2000), Gina Gershon (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2001), Mason Alexander Park (Emcee in London, 2023), Adam Pascal (Emcee on Broadway, 2003), Molly Ringwald (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2002), Jake Shears (Emcee in London, 2023), and Brooke Shields (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2001).

About CABARET AT THE KIT KAT CLUB

Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club is now in previews on Broadway at the August Wilson Theatre (245 West 52nd Street). The production, directed by Olivier Award winner Rebecca Frecknall and designed by Tony Award nominee and Evening Standard Award® winner Tom Scutt, will have decadent twin opening night gala celebrations starting Saturday, April 20 and continuing into the following night, with the official press opening on Sunday, April 21. Tickets are on sale now at www.kitkat.club or via Seat Geek HERE.

In addition to Redmayne, Cabaret also stars Gayle Rankin as the toast of Mayfair ‘Sally Bowles, two-time Tony Award winner Bebe Neuwirth as ‘Fraulein Schneider,’ Tony Award nominee Ato Blankson-Wood as ‘Clifford Bradshaw,’ Obie Award winner and Drama Desk Award® nominee Steven Skybell as ‘Herr Schultz,’ Henry Gottfried as ‘Ernst Ludwig,’ and three-time Helen Hayes Award winner Natascia Diaz as ‘Fritzie/Kost.’

The cast of Cabaret includes Gabi Campo as ‘Frenchie,’ Ayla Ciccone-Burton as ‘Helga,’ Colin Cunliffe as ‘Hans,’ Marty Lauter as ‘Victor,’ Loren Lester as‘Herman/Max,’ David Merino as ‘Lulu,’ Julian Ramos as ‘Bobby,’ MiMi Scardulla as ‘Texas,’ and Paige Smallwood as ‘Rosie.’ Swings include Hannah Florence, Pedro Garza, Christian Kidd, Corinne Munsch, Chloé Nadon-Enriquez, and Karl Skyler Urban.

The Prologue Company, the dancers and musicians that welcome audiences to the club, feature dancers Alaïa, Iron Bryan, Will Ervin Jr., Sun Kim, Deja McNair and swings Ida Saki and Spencer James Weidie. The musicians of the Prologue are Brian Russell Carey (piano & bass), Francesca Dawis (violin), Keiji Ishiguri (dedicated substitute), Maeve Stier (accordion), and Michael Winograd (clarinet).

For this production of Cabaret, the creative team have transformed the August Wilson Theatre into the Kit Kat Club with an in-the-round auditorium and custom spaces which guests will be invited to explore during the Prologue, the production’s pre-show entertainment. After purchasing tickets, guests will receive a “club entry time” to allow them to take in the world of the club before the show starts.

Patrons can upgrade their experience at the Kit Kat Club with exclusive dining or drinks packages that allow them to soak up the pre-show atmosphere. These various upgrades offer unparalleled service and unique experiences in the heart of the Kit Kat Club. Drinks can be enjoyed before and during the show, while food will be cleared shortly before the performance begins, ensuring uninterrupted and unmissable views of Cabaret. For a complete menu and more information on the upgrade packages, please visit www.kitkat.club/upgrade.

[zombiejette]

BIG THREE TIME!! 🌙🔮✨

Hey there Non/Disney peeps! I know how much we all love to choose beloved characters that represent ourselves, whether its for personal or roleplay reasons, so I think it's time we expand this trend even further. I thought why not shake things up and combine this side of tumblr with my favorite form of self-insert...

Astrology!!

you know y'all want to. So what are your Big Three signs represented by animated characters?? I will start with mine:

☀️ SUN: Aries ♈️ 🐏

I know it's a bit on the nose, but I can't think of anyone more like the Ram than Merida. Stubborn, impulsive, firey, playful, passionate... it's all her baby. Even has the red-ass wildwoman hair. For me, she is most like how I behave on the surface, especially when I'm having a good time. She loves fiercely, plays recklessly, and isn't afraid of a bit of danger in the pursuit of living fully. Everything about her is loud, proud, and in your face- and just like the sun, you can't tone her down even for a second. Especially when she's angry. But that anger is a good thing too- it reminds us to stand up for ourselves, for the injustices we see, and to fight wholeheartedly for what's right. She shows us that our emotions are our greatest allies, and if you befriend them, they will help guide you towards your truest path. All this boldness and authenticity allows her to be a truly fearless leader, and one who isn't afraid of breaking traditions to do so.

🌙 MOON: Virgo ♍️🏺

Helga, for me, is the epitome of my Moon sign. She's no-nonsense, likes things to be efficient and effective, and is constantly scanning for problems to fix. She can also be intimidatingly scary and judgmental when she's pushed into a corner, and then all of those analytical skills can easily turn into weapons of mass destruction. But the more healed way it usually manifests for me is through her tough-love Mommy energy. She has a "right way" in mind, and knows what works and what doesn't. It's not that she's trying to be cruel, or too abrasive, but she sees when someone needs that push and won't hesitate to give them it. She's often the best person for advice if you don't mind being torn to shreds in the process lol.

↗️ RISING: Cancer ♋️ 🦀

Now if you were scared at all by the hard-headedness of my first two signs- fear not! My rising sign is here to make me less of a dick lol. Might be a controversial choice, but Genie is definitely a cancer rising. "You've never had a friend like me" is sort of an inside joke of mine, and it's because I truly seek to be the most authentic and loyal friend you've ever had. I'm not just here for a good time- I'm here to change your life! Emotional intimacy is the hallmark of this goal, and I love to really "see" someone, to bear witness to all their ugly and do away with the surface barriers society imposes upon us. I know how crushingly lonely it can be to feel like no one really understands you, or even tries to, and so my bleeding heart takes up arms against this strongly. The way Genie bends over backwards and selflessly grants wishes- even ones he didn't have to- and genuinely wants the best for Aladdin despite the sacrifices it costs him, is the heart and soul of what this sign is for me. Not that this is always a good thing- I've definitely given away way too much without proper boundaries and gotten burned by it- but the way I feel for someone's situation, and want to do everything in my power to make it all better for them, is what Genie and I have in common. The shackles around him often feel how this type of empathy feels too- knowing you care so much and so deeply about someone, trying your best to "poof" their problems away, but having to free yourself from helping them or else it will drag you down as well. It's a big lesson this sign often has to learn the hard way, and boy have I learned it. But still, when it's used correctly and for the right person- nothing feels better than knowing you helped someone feel a lot less alone in this crazy world, and made a positive impact on their soul.

So those are mine! Please reblog with yours, and let me know why you chose your characters! I love pop-psychology through animation, and just in general lol, but either way, it was super fun to do. 🥰✨