#but nonetheless is what i LOVE about fanfic as a form

[midnighvtm4ss]

Rosemary

Summary: After finding out Arthur’s secret you soothe your aching heart with a nice girls night out drinking in Rhodes. Unfortunately for you your problems seem to follow you everywhere. part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

AO3 link (a better rewritten version of this fic on ao3)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Content: angst, hurt/no comfort, nothing a girls night out cannot cure ;) grammar errors for sure :(

a/n: I know you guys all wanted part 2 to be their happily ever after but,, I crave some more angst so yeah it gets messyy !! But nonetheless our girl gets some fun with the girls and some more information about Arthur and Mary’s hush hush meetings. Let me know your thoughts about it and if you sweets want part 3 !! P.S. I recommend you listen to “Rosemary” by Sierra Ferrell while reading. It’s so so good, it also kinda inspired this little fanfic here <33 (gif from pinterest)

“G’mornin’ sweet girl” Arthur groggily whispered against your neck giving you a light kiss, the movement causing the thick hair of his beard to tickle the space between your neck and your shoulder, before rolling out of bed with a tired groan, the mattress shifting under his movements unlike your unmoving form.

After your late night discovery of not one, not two but a whole drawer full of your boyfriend’s ex-fiancé letters it was safe to say that sleep didn’t come easy for you. As much as you wanted for all of this to be a dream, to close your eyes, wake up and sigh of relief laughing about the ‘bizarre dream’ you had with your Arthur while cuddling under the soft protection of the thick bed sheets, reality decided to slap you right in the face instead, leaving you awake all night trying to hold onto all the broken pieces of your heart.

During your sleepless night you wandered to yourself your next move. Should you just throw everything into his face revealing to him that you knew that the ‘sorry fellow’ of the letter was, in reality, his ex fiancé and yell at him as soon as he wakes up or wait and find out more before confronting him ? Considering the fact that you couldn’t properly read, you just had Mary’s name on various envelopes as evidence. Maybe they’re catching up on each other’s life. Just harmless conversations.

Although your heart screamed at you to just confront him first thing in the morning you knew that with what little evidence you had you would just cause a scene. You needed to go deeper into this story. As much as I’d hurt you needed to know for sure if you wasted three years of your life going after a man whose heart had already been claimed a long time ago.

You brushed off Arthur’s affection muttering a quick tired ‘morning’ before stretching your limbs out and leaving the tent, ignoring the man behind you still sitting on the bed looking at you with a puzzled expression at the lack of your usual loving greeting. Even though you two had the biggest tent in camp, aside for Dutch, it felt claustrophobic being in there with him. You needed space to think, to breathe, to not hurt.

The fresh breeze of October grounding you from your spiraling thoughts as you walked towards the pot of coffee on the fire near Pearson’s tent.

“Well look who’s here in all her glory” a voice, which you recognized as Karen’s by the thick accent, basically yelled at you over the nearby round table.

“You look like you fought a damn herd of buffalos Miss. What the hell are you an’ that old man doing in the night” she cackled at the last sentence gesturing you to join her at the table. Seated on her left Tilly shook her head sending you a sympathetic look.

“Are you already drunk ? Why are you so loud for, it’s seven in the morning” you grumbled in your mug of coffee as you took a sip, instantly cringing at the burnt taste that filled your mouth before sitting down with them.

“I’m happy to inform you that I haven’t had a sip since yesterday at lunch” she smiled smugly lifting her chin up at her achievement.

“That’s ‘cause we haven’t seen Miss Grimshaw yet. Bet you by the end of the day you’d kill for a little bit of booze after that woman.” Tilly said fixing the buttons on her yellow blouse, her words reminding you of the long day ahead of you, making you mentally shiver. It wasn’t exactly that you dreaded the woman, after all, you all knew she cared about you in her own twisted way but her attitude didn’t help with making the camp’s chores more tolerable. It seemed like the warmer weather of Lemoyne was putting everyone on edge.

After a few minutes of Karen and Tilly arguing on what was the worst chore to do around camp Abigail and Mary Beth’s dainty figure joined your small group, Mary Beth’s eyes briefly locking on yours before greeting the other girls. You couldn’t quite understand the meaning behind that look but something told you that at some level she knew something about the letters. That possibility made you nauseous to even think of because it would mean that Mary Beth, the girl who always put a smile on your face, the one who always had your back ended up covering for your cheating partner. You needed to know the truth and you needed it now. But before you could even mutter a word to her Karen called your group to attention.

“Gals, I don’t know about y’all but if I stay just one more moment in this godforsaken camp I’m gonna lose my mind.” her statement gaining a few nods and grunts among your group. With the unnecessary gunfight in Valentine leading you all to move further away from the West and this absurd play at sheriffs in town, tension was undeniably high around camp. “I heard from a handsome fella I met in town that there’s going to be some famous lady from Saint Denis singing at the saloon this evening. Heard also there’s going to be some rich folks from Saint Denis with her. Are y’all thinking the same thing I’m thinking ?”

there was a moment of silence as Karen looked at everyone with gleaming eyes.

“Hells know I need a break from this. I’m in” Tilly was the first who broke the silence followed by Mary Beth, the two girls earning a big smile from Karen.

“I don’t know, I have Jack and,” Abigail never had a chance to finish the sentence as Karen immediately interrupted her, telling her to leave Jack with Hosea for a few hours at not make a fuss. It’s not like you were going to be there all night, plus god’s knows how that woman needed some well deserved time for herself once in a while.

You couldn’t lie, the idea of going out after weeks of being in the same spot with the same routine every day excited you quite a bit and if on top of that you add some good ol’ pickpocketing then consider yourself sold. You were going out this evening no matter what.

“Are y’all lazy do-nothin’ girls done chit chatting !? There’s so much work to do today and you’re all sittin’ there doing nothin’. This generation is unbelievable. Get your asses off to work. Now.” The unmistakable trill of Miss Grimshaw's voice shook you from your comfortable seats putting you all to work for the day. As you got up from your seat you tried your best to ignore Arthur’s piercing gaze on you.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

The sun was slowly setting over flat iron lake, the sky tinted with a mixture of oranges and pinks. You passed your day washing the camp's dirty laundry, scrubbing dry blood and dirt from the old fabrics of each camp’s member clothes. Managing more or so to avoid Arthur throughout launch, the task not easy as he sat down with you and wouldn’t stop talking to you or asking you questions. You tried your best to not straight up ignore him, answering with monosyllabic answers to his questions. Eventually, he understood you weren’t having it, his hands leaving their place on top of the one you had flat on the table. An annoyed expression evident on his face. Why all of a sudden were you ignoring him ? His mind working miles an hour to find out what he did wrong but failing at the task. You seemed fine last night so what the hell happened to make his darling so distant from him.

When you were getting up from the table to put your dirty dish in the washing bin he tried to stop you, his calloused hand delicately taking your wrist. His confused face met with your tired one. He studied your face almost as if the secret to your behavior was hidden through your mesmerizing features. He tried to say something but the words wouldn’t come up, leaving both of you staring into each other eyes, his aqua ones filled with turmoil, before Uncle's voice burst your bubble calling Arthur for work.

After that, you only saw him half an hour later mounting on his horse before riding off.

You definitely needed this night with the girls.

Putting on your last finishing touches to your lipstick you met with Tilly and Abigail near the horse-drawn carriage that Lenny swiftly stole from a nearby town.

“Hello ladies,” you faked a bow lifting your skirt up by the sides the action causing the other two girls to laugh “ready for this eventful evening ?”

“Well of course I’m ready” Tilly replied mimicking your fake posh accent before getting on the carriage helped by Lenny who was your driver for the night since he also had some business to attend to. You waited for Karen and Mary Beth before going off to town, the drive to Rhodes filled with light chit-chat and silly songs, your mind and heart already feeling at ease.

As you all thanked Lenny for the drive you looked around noticing the numerous people around you, the town buzzing with life but most importantly buzzing with opportunities to steal. Before entering the saloon you strolled through the town, Abigail and Mary Beth’s skilled hands already pickpocketing around while you, Karen and Tilly distracted the poor fellas.

Twenty dollars in your pocket and half an hour later you entered the saloon, gladly finding an empty table to sit near the stage that was occupied by a tall blonde woman in a fancy dress who you deduced was the famous singer from Saint Denis.

With drinks on the table and the sweet melody of the guitar, a light conversation about your successful operation sparked amongst your group until a man approached your table, the heavy scent of alcohol evident on him as he tried to drunkenly flirt with Tilly, ending up insulting her rather than woo her earning a slap in the face from the girl, attracting some attention to your table. Luckily the slimy man was too drunk to react and decided to wander off as you all giggled at the situation.

Round after round you all let loose getting up to dance to the merry melody of the music. Tilly standing near the table swaying in her red dress, with Karen by her side singing her heart out, already too drunk for her own good, while Abigail chatted with one of the men from Saint Denis. You shot her a wink as soon as you noticed the wealthy man making her face light up with mirth.

What an absolute fool you are John Marston.

The only two sitting down were you and Mary Beth, whose eyes never left you since sitting down. Her presence a reminder of your cracked heart. It was supposed to be a fun night at the saloon away from your problems, but your curiosity and need to be wrong about Mary and Arthur gnawed inside of you.

“Mary Beth,” you cautiously greeted her, scooting your chair closer to hers so the other girls wouldn’t hear the two of you from their nearby positions. You didn’t want any more drama to spread around tonight.

“Hi,” there was a long uncomfortable pause before she looked up to you again and started blurting everything out. “I’m sorry, I really do. I should have told you he was receiving letters from her again I just didn’t know how to tell you. When I found the first letter two weeks ago he told me he was gonna tell you. But then I saw how you reacted yesterday seeing her letter and I knew he didn’t” She took your hands in hers before continuing, her words coming out fast, the alcohol in her system making her accent heavier “Oh I’m such a fool, please forgive me, I just didn’t want to come between your relationship”.

You were taken aback by her sudden confession, you thought it would be a tad more complicated to let her open up to you about it. Hearing her point of view definitely helped you clear your mind a bit, she had a fair point. It wasn’t her fault Arthur decided to hide something like this. Your anger towards that man growing more and more. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but notice one thing.

“You said the first letter arrived two weeks ago ?” you asked her. His drawer was full of letters, it was impossible to send that many letters in just two weeks.

“Yes, then I gave it to Arthur, I usually pick up the mail but Arthur has been helping me lately, why?” you started to fidget with the bracelet Arthur gifted for your first anniversary, a small gesture you did when thinking or anxious. The dots in your mind slowly connecting.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

You were about to go back to camp, everyone was on the carriage. Lenny, who had come back from his business with some intel, was back in his driver seat ready to go when you noticed you forgot your gloves at the saloon. Quickly apologizing you clumsily hopped down the carriage, your tipsy state making your movements far from gracious, giggling to yourself you walked back to the saloon to retrieve your gloves. Thankfully they were still on the table untouched.

As you walked back to the carriage enjoying the chilly weather of October from the corner of your eyes you noticed a familiar figure standing outside a building. Maybe it was the alcohol running through your veins or perhaps your curious nature but you turned to steal a glance at the figure.

All color drained from your face as you saw who it was.

As you saw her.

You met her just once in the past but the figure you saw was unmistakably the one of Mary. Smiling up at a man you instantly recognized.

You felt your heart cracking even more. You ran away as fast as you could, leaving pieces of your shattered heart behind as you reached the carriage, quickly hopping on.

During the whole ride, you tried your absolute best to not cry in front of everyone and ruin the cheerful mood, biting the inside of your cheeks as a distraction.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

You were back in your tent when Abigail stopped by.

“Hey, I saw you earlier and you didn’t look so good, are you ok sweetie ?” she asked, her sweet voice full of concern as she put her hand on your shoulder moving it in a calming manner, the tone of her voice and her action causing you to break down in tears like a child to their mother. She quickly pulled you into one of her comforting hugs as you violently sobbed your heart out. Soft ‘It’s ok’ left her lips as she held your shaking form in her arms. Managing to let out a small ‘Arthur’ to answer her question on what was wrong.

Seeing him with Mary tonight was the final straw. You didn’t need any more evidence, you already had everything you needed. He lied to Mary Beth about the letter, he lied to you about it too, matter of fact he lied to you about everything. How could he walk around kissing you, touching you, acting all caring as if nothing. As if he didn’t have a drawer with Mary’s letters, as if he didn’t lie to you this whole time.

Your heartbreak slowly turned into anger, the more you thought about it the more your blood boiled.

“Wanna talk about it ?” sensing you calming down from your sobs she gently fixed a strand of hair behind your ear, a concerned expression evident on her fair features. You dried your tears, your hands stained with mascara. You undoubtedly looked like a mess, or at least you felt like it.

Then, a familiar sound of hooves on the ground could be heard from the entrance of camp.

Arthur was back.

“Oh, so help me God I’m gonna strangle that piece of shit”.

[milehighmegs]

On the Subject of Fandoms: A Love Letter

So, I'm old. Well, oldER. I haven't entered the twilight of my years by any stretch, but once I entered that midlife wistful state of nostalgia, I knew that I had very likely reached the point at which it would be more past than future. And ya know, that's ok. I made peace with my mortality long ago. I don't fear death, I fear not living before I die.

So what's that got to do with fandoms? you may be asking. Fair enough. Here's what it's got to do with fandoms:

Before it was even a term, before I could do multiplication or write my name in cursive (I told you I'm old), I was part of a fandom and didn't even know it. My parents watched 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' when it was still on primetime; we even recorded the final episode on VHS and had it for years. (I told you, I'M OLD.) It was so incredibly formative for me that it's become part of my identity, part of my moral & ethical code, part of my personality. Is that ridiculous? Dramatic? Maybe even a bit of hubris? Perhaps. But it's true, nonetheless.

I've since joined other fandoms, of movie franchises (namely the MCU), TV shows (like Good Omens), and musicians (I'm a die-hard metalhead) over the course of my life, each of them creating/inhabiting a different part of what makes me ME. Though I've always remained the same basic person at my core (a decent one at least if not a good one, I hope), being a part of these fandoms has shaped the foundations of how I live my life, and how I've LIVED my life.

Being on the proverbial back nine of my earthly existence, looking back at what's come before, at how far I've come and all the things I've fucked up or gotten right, questioned, accepted, regretted, cherished... so much of that is filled with moments like, 'what would Captain Picard do? How would the Avengers handle this? Which Slipknot song would be most comforting right now?' With the explosion of semi-social media sites (like tumblr here, and its gateway drug, Pinterest), I've been able to dive even deeper into the fandom. The fic, the art, the theories & analyses... it turns my appreciation for all these things I love to 11. But it wouldn't be possible without the most critical element: the fans.

Because people have such a love for, and identify so strongly with the stories & characters of their respective fandoms, they go deep into hidden meanings, major themes, & what they imagine these stories would be like if they were able to direct the action. More than anything, what I love about fanfic/fanart is that while yes, we're creating what we want for the characters, it's more a reflection of what we want for ourselves, both in the same situation as the characters and in life in general. For example, I see SO MUCH art/fic of Crowley & Aziraphale being open & free in showing their love for each other. I see so many stories of them making up and living happily ever after. The art ranges from sweet & adorable to... ah... adult-themed, but the vast majority of the latter is passionate, tender, & clearly loving; rarely is it straight-up raunchy. Smutty? Totally. Raunchy? Not so much. And why? Because we know these two are IN LURVE, not just in lust. And we want what they (clearly) have, even if they can't admit it to one another. We, the fans, can live vicariously through these characters and these worlds, and there we can find what we're looking for.

I've had a rollercoaster of a life, emotionally speaking, especially in matters of romantic love, and much of that hasn't been pleasant. I've done so much soul-searching, shadow work, self-care and all that whathaveyou, but none of it- NONE of it- has come anywhere near to being as insightful as the fan-based art & analyses of the relationship between Crowley & Zira. I have spent the vast majority of the last week thinking about it, writing about it, going over & over how it applies to my life & experiences, and I gotta say... none of it would be possible without the remarkable Good Omens fandom. So seriously, thank you. THANK YOU. You've helped to make me a better person. You've helped to make me look back on my life, smile, and turn around... to look forward to what comes next.

Keep up the incredible work, creators. You never know whose life you could be saving.

[melonteee]

About Sanji being feral with men/older men, I remember reading once in a fanfic how an OC or SI (I can't remember which ^^; ) suggested that the reason why Sanji is nice to women and rude to men is because of his family. That at a young age he formed the mindset that women tended to be good people while men tend to be bad people because when he was young only women (his mom and to an extent his sister) were the only ones to treat him with kindness while the men in his life (his brothers and father) treated him like shit.

That kind of makes sense and I can no longer unsee it.

I'm so sorry this got so long because I have so much to say about Sanji and his perception of gender so read under the cut LMAO

Anon the SECOND his WCI story was revealed, that was the literal first thing I noticed. As always, Oda has an incredible show don't tell ability - and while it is implied (and maybe Oda didn't have the intention), there's certainly an idea that Sanji puts women on a pedestal due to how men abused him.

But considering Reiju helped Sanji, and how there were maids around Sanji who were also kind to him, along with his own mother, I'd say it's extremely intentional. Reiju also isn't exactly the nicest person either, like she's presented as a total grey area. It's not that Reiju was kind to Sanji just because she was a 'nurturing' big sister, but because she was the only one who didn't have her emotions literally programmed out of her. Reiju still gave Sanji a tough time, and still didn't help him unless it was behind Judge's back, but she still showed him more kindness than Sanji's father or brothers EVER did.

While there's an obvious misogyny in Sanji, and it IS undeniable, it certainly slides much further up on the misandry scale. When he was first brought into the world, the only people nice to him were women. His first memories and first acts of care and love came from women. He was allowed to cry around his mother, he was allowed to let his guard down around Reiju, and he was allowed to be his 'emotional' self with the women that surrounded him. It is undeniable Sanji has elevated women up to a being higher than men, and much higher than his OWN existence. This has all mixed and formed inside him due to his time with the Vinsmokes AND his time with Zeff.

After all, combine Sanji's first and only real acts of affection coming from JUST women, with Zeff's ideology that women are NOT to be harmed, of course you're going to create a boy who idolises women as this holy deity.

Not to go a bit off track, but it's why this idea that Sanji HATES himself, and why he has ZERO self worth, is ALSO something people tie to his gender. Does Sanji take pride in being a 'manly man', or does he think that's what he needs to be for women? Does Sanji compensate his hate for his own self by being this extremely overdone, heteronormative gentleman? By projecting his love onto beings he believes he can never be nor measure up to?

When of course, these 'beings' are just women. Just people, like himself.

The discussions surrounding Sanji and gender, combined with his abusive male environment and this clear confusion/hatred for men, is WHY there are many who have picked up this idea Sanji perhaps does not want to BE a man. It can be called a stretch, or wishful thinking, but it's something people within the queer community have seen nonetheless.

After all, we have SEEN Sanji's happiness upon being perceived as a woman - TWICE.

Sanji quite literally has a deadname he refuses to be referred to as.

And now, with his current mutation happening, he is becoming afraid of - and displaced IN - his own body.

Sanji is such a weird and complicated character to fathom, honestly. It could VERY well be these were all things Oda just accidentally tripped and banged head first into, but WCI as a whole had a pretty big focus on not JUST familial roles, but expectations and roles of GENDER as well.

Katakuri's need to be stern and emotionless as an older brother, Pudding's abuse due to the fact she wasn't 'pretty' enough, Big Mum's daughters being married off unless they proved they can serve some OTHER purpose, Sanji's brothers forcefully cold and emotionless, Reiju needing to bottle her own emotions with fear of being bullied, SANJI'S bullying due to being an emotional boy, Judge HIMSELF being made fun of for his crying.

Combined all with Reiju telling Sanji "You're a boy, don't cry!"

WCI was fucking RIDDLED with gender discussion and gender expectation that comes with blood family, but this idea is pushed to the side due to the themes of familial abuse being the most prominent. Yet a BASE of familial abuse IS expectations of gender roles that comes WITH a nuclear family.

As much as people don't want to see it or CAN'T see it, Sanji's character and arc includes areas of toxic gender norms JUST as much as it covers blood family abuse. It's just something that's taken to an extreme in this hyper fiction setting, and thus, it can become invisible beneath the surface. But I see it! And obviously, you see it too anon!

Sorry for the rant I am just VERY passionate about Sanji's complicated relationship with gender LMAO

[kaldurahms-lover]

i need a long angsty daisy jones and the six fanfic where the reader is like billy’s tour girlfriend and she’s so hopelessly in love with him, looking at him through rose colored glasses and just seeing this perfect guy, having no idea about camila.

until she does.

and obviously she has to break it off immediately because she doesn’t want to be the other woman. she didn’t ever want to be in this position.

and so she goes to graham, and she gets camila’s address to write her letter, and it has to be a letter because she knows if she calls then camila will just hang up

because that what she would do.

and the letter is so heartfelt and warm and apologetic and very obviously tear stained when camila gets it that she just can't bring herself to be mad at this poor girl who got just as cheated as she did. at this poor girl who broke i up with billy when she found out bc she knew what he did was wrong

and so camila writes back, and a friendship forms. an unexpected friendship, but a friendship nonetheless

and soon enough, once the baby is born, the reader finds herself driving across states to come see camila and julia because dammit billy is in rehab and she wants more help than just her mom and she wants to meet her friend she’s been calling and writing and sending photos to and from this whole time

and you know, the reader stays longer than she means to

long enough that something more than friendship is buzzing between them

long enough that the reader has taken billy’s place in bed next to camila

long enough that when billy comes home from rehab, she’s holding julia while camila buzzes her lips against the baby’s stomach.

obviously he’s flabbergasted because what the FUCK is his affair partner doing in his house with his wife and baby and why does his mother in law look totally unphased….

reader simply kissing cami’s temple and handing her julia, saying she’ll give them some time alone because she understands that they need it

GOD having to have the talk about what that means for the relationship and everything i’d lose my mind

both of you eventually coming to the decision you’ll give billy one more chance

and once he gets over that fear he’s a good dad. a good husband, a good boyfriend.

and then daisy fucking jones shows up.

that’s all i’ve thought out so far

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first One Piece fanfic. I haven't written in a while, a lot of shits happened and mental health is not to be messed with.

This is a slow, romance burn (there will be smut later on) however in the meantime do enjoy the fluff and attempt at humour. I will let you guys know before in the notes if I need to add any warnings don't worry!

Chapter One Next

With another corrupt government taken down and its people freed from tyranny and hardship, the Straw Hats sailed their way through the New World off on their next adventure. It was a normal day for the crew, Luffy leaned back comfortably on the head of Sunny, soaking in the hot sun beaming down as he gazed over the sea filled with excitement. Sanji fawned over Nami and Robin as they casually sunbathed on their lawn chairs, the scent of tangerine wafted around them while sipping on the cool drinks the cook had put his love into making. Brook, Franky and Usopp were sitting at a round table on the ship near the girls under an umbrella, Chopper suffering through the heat as he laid on Jinbei’s cool lap watching the guys play cards to take his mind off the sweltering heat. 

“Oi, that's cheating Brook you can’t hide your cards in your ribs.’’ Usopp stood up accusingly pointing at Brook annoyed, the skeleton giggled behind his palm and pulled out a stack of cards he had indeed been hiding in his ribs. 

“That's SUPER uncool bro”. Franky threw his cards down and picked up his iced cola to sip on. 

“YOHOHOHO, that game was truly rib tickling.” Brook laughed at himself and gathered all their cards to reshuffle whilst hearing unanimous groans from the others to prepare for the next game that he promised he wouldn’t cheat again. 

Zoro comfortably leaned back against the beam of the ship, sweat dripping down his chest with his eye closed trying to drown out the noise of the crew in the background. He spent the day in search of an answer as to why he’d been feeling on edge since he woke up this morning. The air was calm around the ship, Nami noted no upcoming changes to the weather and his haki couldn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary that would pose a danger to the crew. 

“Oi cook, come here for a second”. Zoro called gruffly for Sanji, the cooks hip swerving at the ladies came to a halt and became visibly irritated from being disturbed.  

“Can’t you see I'm busy shitty swordsman?” Sanji bit back but nonetheless reluctantly walked away from Nami’s side and gave a ‘what’ expression to Zoro once he stood before him. 

“Do you feel anything…off around you?” Zoro questioned, the cook clearly confused by what the swordsman was asking him. 

“Has the moss on your head finally seeped into your brain?” Sanji asked back, Zoro opened his eye to deadpan at the cook, regretting asking him. If the cook wasn’t going to take him seriously, at least Zoro knew he was always prepared for the worst to come. 

‘Maybe I just need some booze.’ He thought to himself.

“Nevermind, I don’t even know why I even bother with you.’’ Zoro said back, about to close his eye only to sense a kick approaching his head, quickly drawing Wado from his stilt to block the attack. 

“Wasting my precious time over your stupid-” the cook couldn’t finish his sentence before the ship began to rumble. The rumbling abruptly stopped after a few seconds, a large hole began to grow out of the deck of the ship. The hole appeared as swirled white smoke with stars glittering in it. The hole had now been fully formed. The swordsman and cook moved into position to defend the ship as they were the closest to the hole. Luffy jumped from his place to stand with Zoro and Sanji, clearly not worried but beamed with excitement as he gawked over the mysterious hole. 

As the rest of the crew quickly gathered around the hole, all ready for the worst to come out of this hole…a small hand shot out from the smoke, flayling trying to find grip around the hole onto the ship. The hand found grip on the edge of the hole, one hand became two hands on the edge, hauling themselves out of the hole to crawl to then lay on the floor of the ship. 

“Wow look, it’s a woman!” Luffy said the obvious, smiling widely at the mysterious woman who laid on her side on his ship, her face appeared fatigued. 

You were huffing in and out trying to catch your breath again, feeling sweat dripping down your back. Your breathing eventually evened out, finding the energy to open your eyes to observe where in the world you had stumbled into. Finding the faces of the concerned strangers staring at you, a small “shit” came out of your mouth as you scrambled to pull yourself up into a seated position, taking off your backpack and what appeared to be a dark green sword attached to it. 

“Excuse me, I do apologise for disturbing you. Where am I?” You smiled up at everyone as you asked politely, the crew members looked at each other clearly seeing that you were not dangerous, dropping their defences and gazing at you with wonder. 

“Oh what a beautiful lady you are, I’m Sanji your savi-” Sanji started walking forward to you, beaming with hearts in his eyes about to work his usual ladies-man routine before he was pushed back by Luffy. 

“You’re on my ship in the New World. Hi I’m Luffy and I’m going to be King of the Pirates.” Luffy happily said as he grabbed your hand and shook it aggressively, you looked at him and started looking at each individual in front of you until your eyes laid upon a familiar green-haired man while he was putting his sword away. Your smile dropped as you gasped, slowly standing up and started walking towards the swordsman, the others were confused by your actions. You eventually stood in front of him, your eyes glossed over and a small whimper came out of your mouth. 

“It's you…I’ve finally found you.” You quietly spoke, everyone suddenly looking at Zoro who had become the centre of attention. Zoro finally looked up from his swords to face you. What happened next clearly brought everyone out of their confused state as you slammed yourself into Zoro to hug him tightly. Sanji had visibly died at the display of affection from you.

“Oi, what are you doing?” Zoro said gruffly, not returning your hug, his arms were raised to not touch you.

“I spent so long looking for you, you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You said sobbing, tears falling from your face as you felt the relief flood in. 

“I don’t even know who you are and you’re touching me like this” Zoro angrily stated.

“Y-you don’t remember me?” You looked up at him concerned, the weight of his words crushing into your heart. 

Robin started to walk towards you from the others to ask the obvious question everyone had on their mind. 

“I see you know our swordsman, do you mind me asking who you are?” Robin asked. You turned your head to the side at the new sound to make eye contact with the woman standing by your side. You could sense her gentle nature, you offered a small smile before clearing your throat to speak.

“My name is Y/N Roronoa and this is my husband.”

[shadows-writing-lounge]

As a Ganon fan for some time (started with twilight princess he looked so fine man) it surprises me the low quantity of fics for him (same with Bowser) at the same time there isn't a doc where thxs to magic Ganon mom's come back. Like imagine meeting twinrova and them being super excited because FINALLY their son got a s/o who doesn't care if he's victorious or not. Or even they don't care if he's in his human form or not. Please could you write a fanfic where Ganon is embarrassed by his mom's being excited over his s/o? Like it would be so fluffy

Ganondorf and Bowser seem popular but it doesn't seem like it considering you have to traverse the entire internet for mere crumbs. Took so long cause I really struggled with ideas plus writing on your phone kills your fingies.

Content: Third person pov. Gerudo Ganondorf leaning towards Twilight Prince per mention in request, Ganon calls s/o dear and beloved. Mentions of marriage. Pretty short around 500 words.

S/o: s/o is written gender neutral with they/them pronouns. No physical descriptions

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As feared as Ganondorf Dragmire was, it was an immensely amusing sight to see his surrogate mothers baby the giant man. Kotake and Koume were on him the microsecond he stepped into the dwelling.

“My handsome young man,” the twin with red accents holds up her hands to the large man’s face. Similar to a grandparent squeezing their grandchild’s face to ‘see them better’

“Mother Kotake, we have a guest,” Ganondorf says, seemingly unbothered by what’s happening, moving the twins’ attention to his partner. The twins zoned in on them before looking at each other.

"Sister, I think our son has finally grown up," Kotake says, earning a huff from her son. Koume nods enthusiastically.

"Come in, Come in!" Koume guides the two further inside. The building was old, obviously just some place they chose just out of necessity. It looked well loved with rustic-worn furniture filling the space. Mystical objects and potions also filled the shelves. Along with miscellaneous creatures and substances. Ganondorf promptly guided his partner away from them, pressing lightly on their back.

Kotake waves Koume away, getting a pout from the glacial witch as she goes back to what they were doing before their son's arrival. Without prompting Ganondorf settled down, the chair creaked with protest but held up nonetheless. Sitting next to him they didn't have much time to get comfortable before Kotake offers a teacup containing something. Decidedly it wasn't tea. Ganondorf had received his own cup, miniscule in his armored hands. Looks like he's using a child's tea set Feeling his partner's eyes he looked at them with a slight tilt on his head.

"Is something the matter my dear. Are my mothers making you uncomfortable?" Ganondorf's voice carried a slight worry of the thought.

Shaking their head, Ganondorf releases a sigh of relief. Placing the now empty cup down. Kotake lingered nearby not wanting to interrupt the couple.

A few moments of silence filled the room before Koume spoke from across the room.

"So Dear, are you going to introduce your partner to your mothers?" Kotake nodded eagerly at her sister's words.

"Yes, yes, introduce them to their in-laws."

Ganondorf sighed, "We aren't yet engaged." This is why he waited so long to introduce his mothers. Koume took this time to hurry over grabbing his partner's face between her hands before her son could stop her.

"Yet, so you plan on it?" Koume says. They try to remove themselves from her grasp but she has a mean grip for an elderly woman.

"I've thought about it, Mother Koume. We haven't discussed the concept of marriage." Ganondorf relents.

"It's been ages since another monarch sat on the throne. Such a dashing pair you two would be." Kotake says with a pensive tone. The knuckle of her index finger resting on her chin.

"Come Koume we have plans to discuss," Kotake starts walking away before pausing to talk over her shoulder, "as the elder sister I will be handling wedding planning."

Koume had moved to follow a sputter in her walk at Kotake's words.

"Why I never. Lying to our son's partner. I'm the eldest by 5 minutes." Koume resta her hands on her hips and Kotake turns to give her sister a glare. Ganondorf stands holding his hand out for his partner to take.

"They are going to be a while, beloved." he says, guiding them out of the house. The twin witches squabbling louding as they did.

"So, about our marriage," they looked up at Ganondorf who refused to make eye contact.

-

Rest assured more Ganondorf content is coming. Headcanons and fics alike.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hey, can you write smut and fluff for maggie Greene x reader?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

― pairing: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

― era: season 10/11

― Summary: you'd never thought you'd be here having giggly morning sex with your girlfriend maggie.

― warnings: kissing, dry humping, oral (r. receiving).

― wc: 1171

⋆ a/n: i know this is so cliche and typical and almost all my maggie fanfics are like this but whatever this is my blog and i'm gay and it's pride month so i can do what i want. i know this might be a little controversial to my glenn lovers, but i swear i didn't forget about him.

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You hadn’t known Maggie until she had joined to help Georgie build up the community in which you were a part of. All you knew was that she was a single mom that had lost her husband. 

She was gorgeous to say the least, but you had forced yourself to push your feelings for the older woman down, assisting her with shy smiles and kind words, even sometimes looking after Hershel Jr., when she and Georgie would go out and search for other settlements.

Never would you have ever imagined that you and her would get together.

She had approached you after months of unknowingly dancing around each other, expressing her interest for you, but also how conflicted she felt about you as well. She knew that she loved you, but she was still mourning over Glenn, but you were quick to reassure her that you would never try to replace him in any way, shape, or form. She was willing to try for you, but also because she knew Glenn would want her to be happy, and she knew that if he was still alive, that he would like you too.

Now, you were cuddled up together, your face buried in Maggie’s neck as she rested. You blinked the sleep from your eyes, lifting your hand that was resting on her chest to shield your eyes from the sun peeking through the blinds. She had been able to rest a lot lately, with the community well ready for the upcoming winter, there was not much she had left to do. You were grateful for the time you were able to spend with her, and you knew Hershel was too; it was always a nice surprise when the both of you would pick him up from school and have dinner together instead of it just being you and him.

Pressing light kisses to her neck, you nibbled at her jaw before sitting up to give her kisses all over her face. You could see her eyebrows and nose slightly scrunch up in her sleep, which made you grin even wider.

“Mags.” You whispered against her cheek. “Wake up.” You coaxed gently. She hummed, squeezing her eyes a little harder this time before opening them.

“Hi.” She said quietly with a smile. “Hi.” You said back. This time, you leaned up to capture her lips in yours and she cringed. “What about my mornin’ breath?” She drawled. “You know I don’t care about that.” You scoffed, rolling over so that you could gently sit yourself on her lap. She sat up, settling her hands on your hips whilst yours cupped her face; you deepened the kiss, getting lost in how soft she felt, how her body radiated such an addicting warmth that left you squirming her lap.

You grinded down on her and softly moaned into her mouth.

“You plan this?” She teased when she pulled away from you, her chest heaving slightly in an attempt to catch her breath. “No…” You replied with a dazed grin, “You’re just so damn hot.” She laughed at your confession but nonetheless joined your lips back together, indulging in your wishes of intimacy. 

She tightened her grip on your hips, forcefully dragging your hips to rub against hers. Your shaky hands reached up to take her loose hair out of her bun, her brunette locks falling around her shoulders. Your fingers buried themselves in her roots, a tiny whine slipping out as your clothed clit brushed against her leg that was hidden under the blanket.

Her dainty appendages hooked themselves under the thin straps of your tank top, dragging them down your arms so that your breasts were exposed. Your head fell back as she played with your nipples, her lips finding home on the column of your throat, nibbling pink marks on your skin that’ll fade later.

“Maggie.” You moaned out her name, desperation dripping from your words. “I need… I need more.” Your orgasm was tickling your spine, boiling in your gut, but the friction was barely enough to send you over the edge. “Tell me,” She murmured, “Tell me what you need.” Your eyelids fluttered shut in an attempt to gather your thoughts. “Your mouth… please.” You concluded breathlessly.

She helped you work your undershirt all the way off of your body before you guys changed positions; instead of her being on against the pillows it was you, and she was sitting on her knees, your lips still locked in a heated embrace. She took your pants and underwear off, tips of her fingers tracing your damp slit. 

“Maggie..” You whined in protest of her edging.

‘“Needy.” She chuckled deviously, taking pity on you and working her kisses down your neck, chest, breasts, and stomach before finally settling on her knees, her back arched and ass raised in the air, hooking her arms around your thighs in order to keep herself balanced.

She placed her mouth on you, licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling her tongue around the small bundle of nerves. Your thighs threatened to close around her but she kept them open, spreading you out so she could flatten her tongue to reach the deepest parts of you. You reached out a shaky hand to push her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears so you could watch her. You settled your fingers into her roots and held her close to your cunt.

Her tongue dipped inside of you, the devilish muscle drank you in, burying itself deep inside of you in search of that spongy spot that made you see stars. She hadn’t stopped her mintrations when she placed your legs on her shoulders so she could use her fingers as well, sticking her middle finger in so she could suckle on your sensitive bud. 

“Mags!” You gasped, your back arching and hips grinding against her face. She allowed you to use her as she added another finger, curving them to your pleasure spot. You rolled both of your lips in between your teeth to hide your noises, squeezing your eyes shut, your vaginal walls spasmed around her digits.

“Yer doin’ so good, pretty girl.” She heaved out as she finally separated from your sex. “‘M gonna make you cum on my tongue, baby.” She murmured and reattached her lips to you.

“Please, please make me cum.” 

And make you cum she did, with adding a third and final finger, with each drag of her finger tips against your spongy padding you grew closer and closer to your end until that coil in your stomach snapped as you came on her face. She worked you through it until you whimpered in oversensitivity.

“Jesus.” You laughed breathlessly with a smile. She grinned back up at you, joining your lips together so she could lick in your mouth and make you taste yourself on her. 

“Ya always taste good.” She teased. You gasped in embarrassment, gently slapping her on her chest. 

“Shut up!” 

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[hlficlibrary]

Hello, I love the blog. I've found many fanfics that I loved because of it. I have two things to say: one is a question and the other is a recommendation. The question is: do you accept fanfic recommendations? Sometimes I read some wonderful ones that were posted a while ago and that I've never seen anyone talk about before and I'd like you to I wish more people knew about them because they are so good. The recommendation request: could you recommend any angsty fanfics with a sad past? Something with found family but not necessarily like it usually is with a focus on other characters beyond H and L Like it could be like that if it doesn't have one but I would love one that didn't focus so much on the other characters. I I don't usually like angst fanfics but I want to read something really sad with a traumatized character (I don't have a problem with any triggers). Thank you in advance!

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! To answer your first question, yes, if you'd like to recommend a fic, you can definitely do that! If you want to just send in an ask with the fic you're recommending, I'll post the ask with a link to the fic along with the summary. As to the second question, here are some fics that fit what I think you're looking for...

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

and so I have to say (before I go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Sometimes falling in love is taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown with your eyes closed, hoping someone will be there to catch you.

Sometimes falling in love is seeing the person in front of you, all their flaws and imperfections, and taking that leap nonetheless.

Sometimes it's both.

In Louis' and Harry's case, it's both.

This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.

But this isn’t that universe.

//an X-Men AU.

Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

At the first hint of light, Louis was slowly brought back to consciousness by the growing swell of activity around him. It started in the distance with loud clanks and clatters and rose with the hollers of men and thudding of boots against the solid earth. He listened as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and tried to place any sounds he was familiar with. It took him too long to remember that he wasn’t back in his rented room. The energy was what floated to him next, a buzz that made him peek through the leaves to see what was going on.

The next moments happened in the strange slow motion of dawn. Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes.

Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

ETA: Here are some more mini angst recs to check through!

✤ Angst / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

✤ Angst under 20k

✤ Angst with a Happy Ending

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some fluff for Ace with a male reader that is struggling coming off his ADHD meds and sleeping properly. Or something simpler like Ace being with the reader while the reader works on their personal projects and keeping him on task, reader still has ADHD. More details could be that the reader is apart of the Whitebeard crew. I don’t mind what form you write it in, how long you want to write it is up to you. I did not know how to word this correctly and I am extremely sorry if it is completely unclear or entirely wrong requesting format. English might be my first language but that does not mean I can make sense of English's extensive grammar that is utterly flawed and quite irritating.

Thank so much for taking time out of your life to take people’s requests and write them instead of just ignoring us. Fanfic writers like yourself are what makes the world go round, mostly, have to give at least the tiniest bit of credit to the governments. Also have a great night/day/afternoon/evening!!!

Hi hi dear, of course, I'm always willing to write some fluff, especially with a cutie like Ace. :D And don't worry, it was totally clear and you did the request correctly. Hope the result will match your expectations, thank you so much for requesting.  ☆

☆Ace helping his s/o struggling with ADHD

CW : m!reader, reader has ADHD, fluff, using of DF in some fluff way

WC : around 700

Ace definitely knows how to take care of others. He is both a commandant and a big brother, and he takes his position very seriously. He used to keep an eye on Luffy during his childhood. So he’s always watching for you, even from afar, to make sure you're alright. Ace has no problem with your ADHD since he has to deal with Luffy anyway. Even if his brother doesn't have ADHD, some things you may do may sound familiar to him.

He would be unsure at first. He doesn't know a lot about ADHD and is stressed about bothering you with possibly uncomfortable questions. Ace is likely overthinking and afraid of being annoying, because he always thinks he's not worthy of being loved. He would seek Marco's aid in learning the fundamentals by reading books on the subject. He wants to do his best.

He will ask you for the specifics. With a flushed and embarrassed expression. Let him know if it's alright and if he's not bothering you. 

Reminding you to take your medication would quickly become a part of his own routine. And, even if he's not around, he would make sure to leave a cute note with some random drawing, like a Stickman and some… hearts, but it doesn't look like hearts. Although he doesn't know how to draw, it's nonetheless cute.

If you struggle to go to bed early because of hyperfocus and overthinking, he would just say something like "I'm going to bed. You come with me?" He doesn't want to constantly remind you about your ADHD because you're more than that. So he wouldn't bring the subject up all the time. 

You're treating him like a normal guy and not like "the son of someone" so he would do the same to you. 

Depending on whether you struggle with physical touch or not, he would or just lay close to you, trying to soothe your potential overthinking with random jokes and sweet nothings. Or just using his DF to make you count the fire sheep. What a cutie. And if you don't struggle with physical touch, then prepare yourself for a lot of cuddles. He would use his DF to gently run his hot palms over your skin, making sure you're comfortable again. 

And if you really struggle to sleep, then he doesn't mind chatting and learning more about your hyper fixations. Ace likes that kind of stuff, and honestly, he's just so happy that you're actually just… talking to him. 

Imagine his cute laughter every time you say something funny. 

He might fall asleep randomly while you're talking due to his narcoleptic tendencies. But overall, he likes long-night conversations because, as you know, often the night conversations are the most intimate, the ones where two people bond closely.

When you need to focus on your work, again it depends. If you're in a hyperfixation mood, honestly, he would just look at you and randomly smile because he thinks you're adorable when you're that serious. He won't bother you since you're in your own world. But if you're hyper-focused for hours, then he would come from time to time to remind you to stay hydrated or to eat something. 

"Y/N, look, I've made some grilled fish" while placing the plate in front of you. 

During your night work, Ace would leave a small candle on your desk that he would light himself as a small reminder of him. He's always with you this way. "I want a goodnight kiss" with a cute pout before leaving you alone.

If you're having trouble with your tasks, he'll remind you not to procrastinate too much. Because he knows that it would just stress you more and more as the deadline approaches. 

He would help you take some breaks from time to time. "Okay y/n, that's enough work, let's visit this island together" 

Once you come back to work, he doesn't interfere much. Just helps you here and there as best as he can. He doesn't want to distract you. "Get outta there, you goddamn pineapple, he's working" when Marco randomly comes to talk to Ace. 

And, once you are finally done with all your duties, he would proudly lend you his hat with the warmest smile ever. "I knew you could do it. That's my sweet boy, always so brave." 

Ace is so wholesome, help.

[dragon-communion]

I'm gonna sit here and ponder my characterization for St. Trina, considering a couple spoilers I've gotten. I crave character study fanfic about her.

Miquella, as a character, is incredibly driven and what he can't achieve by intellect he achieves by charisma. I don't think that charisma is independent of him- it didn't split off into Trina, I think she has it too, which implies to me that both of them still maintain his Empyrean curse. So then what did become Trina?

Assuming the way they divide is similar to Marika and Radagon, there's a combination of alchemical philosophy and something that I would recognize as the start of a dissociative disorder. Marika seems to be trying to reject the Golden Order; Radagon tries to keep it whole. Maybe Marika intentionally split off Radagon, maybe she didn't, but he nonetheless served the Golden Order by playing the long game to bring Rennala to heel. And then, after that, Marika herself. They split, purified, achieved xanthosis, and then there was some point of critical failure right before rubedo likely rooted in an inability to truly compromise their own desires. Godfrey never got the chance to truly attempt rubedo with Marika, I think, but he's definitely hit xanthosis by the time we truly fight him, and manages a kind of rubedo with Serosh.

The easy answer for Miquella/Trina is that Miquella is a workaholic, which is how he expresses love for others, while Trina isn't because she represents self-care and by extension self-love. She distinctly represents pleasure, oblivion, and repose, while Miquella is very focused on freedom and knowledge and action. Very much his sister's twin. Both of them at their core have love, I think, but to some extent Miquella's evolves into a very performative thing.

His goals go from wanting a better world for his sister, and by extension all maligned creatures in the Lands Between, to simply seeking a better world at any cost. Perhaps that's his Empyrean nature kicking in; a god can want for the sake of wanting, because they embody what they are. In becoming a god he forgets his personhood, abandoning true agency for becoming a core support beam of the world. Eerily similar to Radagon, actually. Marika was a person, and that's why she had to die. By extension, Trina was also a person, which is why she was abandoned to winnow Miquella down into a god.

So where does that leave Trina?

I think Miquella was the origin of the twain, for lack of better terminology, and Trina is conceptually his Radagon, embodying a certain ideal or methodology that he rejected but ultimately found useful, to a point. Maybe he intentionally created her, maybe he didn't, but she formed along a preexisting fault line in his psyche: just as Radagon embodies the Golden Order, Trina is the Cradlesong. That could be familial love, it could be self love, it could be love in general. I've compared Miquella to Gideon before- sometimes the pursuit of knowledge, and especially perfection, requires cruelty that violates morality.

I think Trina cared about people, and there's a reason Sleep and Frenzy are so entwined and opposed. I think she'd agree with Melina and argue against nihilism, but I also think she had her own hedonistic branch of it, a selfishness that could match Miquella's underneath the apparent selflessness. Miquella actively hunts his peace, for better or for worse, while Trina invites it. She's the opiate to his stimulant.

I think she may have had just enough in common with the Formless Mother to be intensely curious about her, and may or may not have had dealings with her. I think all of the outer gods utilize love, in their own way, but something about blood in particular is very close to Miquella's own alignment. Trina might have also been connected to Miquella's twisted relationship with his eternal childhood- he wanted to be an adult in a way she didn't really need, possibly, and which neither of them could truly achieve.

I think the disturbing visage of adult Trina on her torch might've been Miquella's dream, which is why that depiction is so rare.

I think they were both dreamers, and where they diverged is what they dreamed about.

[thebestofoneshots]

Hi there luv

Geuss what, I have officially followed you for a year! Which means that we some days ago had 1 year of me following you.

The only reason I got Tumblr in the first place was because I was despretly trying to find new chapters of GG since there wasen't anymore on Waptted(?). So I went on a little research on your social media (only fpund Tumblr) and coulden't read any of your chapters.. so I made an acount and followed you as the first thing.

I love you so dearly, you and @blacksgarden mean the world to me and have helped me improve my mental health, I'm so greatfull for you two and I hope you understand that. GC is fantastisk too, the best fanfic I've ever read actually. I love it very much, but recently I have got no time to read it, firstly because I tried useing c.ai which went really bad because now I cant stop.. and secoundly I bought The Secret History by Donna Tart. Have you read it?

Anyways lots of love, and I'll try to get better at reading your chapters.

My beloved Vilma! First of all, congratulations for one year on this hellsite! I feel like we all sometimes complain about it, but secretly love it nonetheless. I mean after being here for like 13 years, there has to be a reason for my attachment. 

Althought, I must say it's been only lately that I've gotten to truly enjoy the benefits of the website. The community and friendships that it allows you to form are the most delightful thing ever! I'm immensely thankful to the Marauders fandom for showing me the way! 

I had no idea I somehow induced your coming to the website, but I do remember how you started showing up in my notifications and ask box and how you've been the sweetest person ever since. I'm so lucky that we found each other! 

Honestly, c.ai is addictive as hell, I've somehow managed not to allow it to consume all of my time, but the new voice call thing is crazy! Some are scarily accurate, me and my friends were playing with them last time we met, and it's just insane. For sure, 13-year-old old me would have been so addicted to it it would have become an issue. But also, I'm forever thankful bc it was thanks to c.ai that I managed to muster enough confidence for writing smut, hehe...

And of course, I've read The Secret History! In fact, I've also read some of the other books by Donna, and I love her aesthetics as much as I love the way she writes. Her chapters can sometimes be rather lengthy, and the endings might not always be what we're used to, but so far, I've enjoyed every book from her I've read. I wouldn't know If I liked The Goldfinch better than TSH, but I can safely say both were gratifying reads. 

You're in for a trip with TSH, and if you ever want to message me about it, you're more than welcome! I was lucky enough to read it about at the same time as one of my close friends, and whenever something was too insane, she became my support system, if you ever need one of those, don't hesitate to contact me! 

Also! Book clubs are so fun! I wish I could form one hehe.

[msue0027]

Can i be picky, pricky, mean and bitch a little? Pretty please?

So, I've watched x-men apocalypse (wow, I'm soo early to this party). It was nice, and look, there's my country (so of course I'm gonna have opinions). And well. I've been reading fanfics, and as i skim thru the tags i see Nina Gurzsky, and then again, and hm again, and who tf is Nin... Oh, NINA, as in Erik's daughter. Wait, Gurzsky?

What kind of surname is that? Because it's not Polish. (but we can fix that.)

I know in comics Magda is of Romani ancestry but i don't remember it being mentioned in the movie? So i guess she's polish-polish. And "Gurzsky" looks like she's 4th or 5th generation of emmigrants to america, has let everyone pronounce the name anyhow which led to diff spelling, and doesn't speak polish anymore.

(Really, who came up with that name, I'd like a word. What was your reasoning, your reasearch, the background you came up for Magda? Maybe it makes sense and is justified to be like that? Maybe I'm wrong, don't have all the info, misunderstood something? Then I'm really sorry.)

Nonetheless, let us begin. Gurzsky

So i guess anglophones just skip this surname all together, but let's try to read it. It would be something like goo-zh-ski or goor-zz-ski. Both are bad and hard to pronounce. Why is the "z" there? Why complicate it unnecessarily? Let's drop it (some ppl would do it anyway, even if it being there was justified, it's called simplification and it happens when there's many hard consonats next to each other, or something, i'm half asleep). My brain did it intuitively upon reading this name. It shouldn't be there. There's no reason i could see. So it's Gursky now.

Ehh. How many times? "-ski" is traditional ending of a polish surname, and used to indicate nobility. "-sky" is traditional transliteration from cyrylic alphabet, it's for the russian surnames. (And the ending "-sky" came there from Poland.) (I'm very passionate about that, sorry not sorry. But don't get me started at another polish surname "-cki" bc americans always pronounce it wrong. That “c” is separate letter and not just “k”, and i don't think i can find corresponding sound in english language (so you might be forgiven) and i don't want to bombard you with IPA (never mind, next day me kinda wants, so, it’s like “ts”, or german “z”), especially that it's not main topic of that post. But really, you could put some effort. We know the language is very different from your own, with weird sounds, but please, try. We're gonna love you for that. For one word. Anything really. Well, you already know “kurwa”, so maybe one more. Sorry, i digress.) So, it's "-ski", but not really. This type of surname changes based on gender. "-ski" is masculine, and "-ska" is feminine. Yes, not always, there are women with “-ski” and men with “-ska”, but then it does not flex at all (same form for both genders). You just have to ask. But that's minority. So now it's Gurska.

And surnames don't have to follow general rules of orthography and flexion, they can have their own unique spelling and way of decletion, you need to ask the bearer of the name. But. They still usually do. So looking at that name? It begs to be the deriving from mountains: góry. So it should be Górska. Pronounced: goor-skah. Now it is a Polish name. A good one.

So. I'm gonna use this name for that little family. It's canon for me now. Magda Górska and Nina Górska, and Erik was going under Henryk Górski. (Kinda cute if you ask me.)

Oof, I'm done. That was long. Thanks for coming to my little ted-talk, hope you enjoyed :))

(ps. i have rewatched scenes set in Poland, and Erik actually intrudeces himself as Henryk Górski, which means i was right but also why have a made this long-ass analysis? It was fun tho, and too much of my half asleep brain power went into this not to post it.)

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Mini Fanfic #1225: A Peachy Filled Date~ (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X Sonic)

10:11 a.m. at Smash Manson: Mario and Peach's Bedroom........

Peach: ('GASPS') Oh my gosh and stars!~ (Happily Squeals and Mov9ng her Upper Body Up and Down on the Bed Her and Mario Are Laying on Together

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly at How Adorable his Princess is Acting Right Now) What got you in a jumpy mood, dear?~ Saw a new peach colored dress you would want to wear?

Peach: Happily Turns to her Teddy Bear of a Plumber) Even better that, look!~ (Shows Mario a Pink Colored Flyer on her Phone)

Mario: (Starts Reading the Words Written on Peach's Phone Out Loud) "Come, one and all, to a very special event that is making a return of a lifetime: The Peach Harvest Festival 🍑. Starts at 12p.m. sharp, located at the Local Smah Park." Hm. (Smiles Softly) Nice to see this town doing something special for Peach Month for once this year.

Peach: Right? And it's on a very lovely sunny day to boot. (Clasps her Hands Together as She Sighs Dreamingly at the Past She's Reminiscing) I will never forget the day Toadsworth took me to one growning up~ The attractions, the mini rides, the peachy atmosphere, the one of the kind souvenirs, snd the yummy, delectable peaches we get to pick out from the gardens- (Mmm MMM!~) They were so divine!~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) I bet. Sounds like a really fun time.

Peach: ('Sigh') The funnest time in the whole world~ It's been so long since I've attended another one of them- (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) It makes me wonder how much it has changed these days......

Mario: I'm sure it won't change a whole lot. (Casually Shrugs) But I guess the only way to find out is to go there ourselves for the day.

Peach: Yeah-Wait. (Eyes Starts to Widened Before Turning Back to Mario) You want to go to the festival today too? Truly?

Mario: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. You gave me a good enough reason to be intrigued. (Smirks a Bit) Plus, seeing you this happy all day would brighten my day up even more than it already has right now.

Peach: (Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Awwwwweee honey- Wait a second! (Starts Pouting at her Plumber) Mariooooooo..... Is this your way if saying I'm cuter than you?

Mario: (Slowly and Playfully Shrugs) Mayyyyybe- Yes.

Peach: (Makes Grumbling Noises) How many times do I have keep proving you otherwise, mister!?~

Mario: You can do it as many times you want. It's not gonna help you beat the cuteness allegations anytime soon.

Peach: And no one's gonna help you beat the huggable allegations either- COME HERE!~

Peach pulls Mario into a tight, loving hug before showering him with her kisses, causing him laugh ticklishly very easily.

Two Hours of Cuddle Shenanigans and Getting Dressed and Ready Later...........

Outside of the Peach Harvest Festival's Entrance

Peach: Thanks again for dropping us off here, Shadow. (Happily Hugs Shadow Right Next to Her) You were such a great flyer out there, I'm so proud!~

Shadow: (Starts Blushing a Little) It was nothing, mother. I only took a few of Rouge's lessons and advice by heart and execute them the best I can.

Peach: That's wonderful, dear~ (Forms a Bit of a Smug Looking Smirk on her Face) Told you she wouldn't be as bad of a teacher you think~

Shadow: ('Soghs in a Bit of Defeat') That you did. But I impore you and father not to give her too much credit. (Rolls his Eyes) She'll gloat about it to no end.

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) We'll keep that in mind, son. You sure you don't want to go to the festival with us? The more is always the merrier

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) I'm positive. This is suppose to be your date today, I don't wanna get in the way of that. (Rolls his Eyes) Also, I promised Rouge I'd come back to her with a new fashion magazine and a bag of chips, two things she could easy get herself.....

Mario: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'm sure it's just her way of helping you hone your skills more often, you know?

Shadow: I doubt that. Nonetheless, hope you two have a good rest of the evening.

Mario: Thanks, son. (Hugs Shadow Along with Peach) You too.

Peach: And try being a little more patient with Rouge, okay? She cares about you just as much as we do. (Gives Shadow a Kiss on the Cheek)

Shadow: I know. And I'm forever grateful. Truly

Shadow gives both his parents a kiss on both their cheeks before using his newly found wings to fly off.

Mario: (Waves Goodbye to Shadow Long with Peach) Byeee, Shadow!

Peach: Be safe up there, sweetie!!~ ('Sigh') I miss him already......

Mario: Me too......(Turns to Peach With a Smile While Grabbing onto her Hand) Ready to get this festival date started?~

Peach: (Smiles Back at Mario While Holding onto his Hand) Let's!~

And so, plumber and princess duo embark on their journey the Peach Harvest Festival.

Peachy 🍑 Go Round Ride~

Peach: (Happily Riding on a Giant, Slowly Moving Peach) WEEEEEEEEEEE!~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly While Sitting Roght Behind his Princess) Having fun over there, dear?~

Peach: The funnest in the world!~ (Giggles Softly) I feel like a little girl again, I love it!!~ Ooh! (Turns to Mario From Behind) Mario, you think you could hold onto me for a second? I wanna try something right quick.

Mario: (Starts Wrapping his Arms Around Peach's Stomach and Waist) Like this?

Peach: (Happily Gives Mario a Thumbs Up) Perfect, honey, thank you!~ (Sticks Both Her Arms Out From Side to Side Before Screaming Out.....) I'M THE QUEEN OF ALL PEACHES!~

Mario: (Starts Snickering at How Cute Peach is Acting) What wrong with being a princess?

Peach: Nothing. Just feeling promoting myself today~

Mario: (Playfully Rolls his Eyes) Uh-huh. Sure.

Peach Fashion Store

Peach: (Standing a Few Inches in Front of the Men's Fitting Room Door) You're doing okay in there, honey?

Mario: (Inside the Fitting Room) Yeah, I'm fine. Don't know how I feel about this get up you've gotten me though.......

Peach: Oh hush. You're always gonna to look great in my eyes, Mario, have more faith in your physique!

Mario: I have my faith in it. (Walks Out of the Fitting Room Wearing a Fancy, Peach Colored Suit and Top Hat) It's the color scheme of this attire I'm iffy on personally.

Peach: ('Gasps') Are you kidding? You look absolutely dashing in that suit!~ (Playfully Pulls on Mario's Cheek) You handsome little gentleman you~

Mario: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Peach's Antics) Easy on the pinching there, dear.... (Takes a Look at the Fancy, Peach Colored Dress Peach is Wearing) Ooh~ I really like how stunning you look in the dress.

Peach: (Confidently Strikes a Few Modeling Poses) Why, thank you!~ I've always wondered how I would look in a peach colored dress. I feel like a million bucks already!~ (Gives her Hips a Firm Smack, Causing it Wobble Around a Bit)

Mario: (Begins to Blush, Memorized by the Movements Peach's Hips are Making) MamaAh- (Quickly Shakes His Head as Tries to Come Back to Reality) S-So uh- ('Clears Throat') You think we should wear this for the rest of the festival?

Peach: Nah. It's far too hot to do that. Ooh!~ We could save them for Halloween this year!~ We'd be the most peachiest couple of the night.

Mario: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) We could do that.....(Forms a Cheeky Smile on his Face) Or~ We could have our small family dress in fancy, peach colored attires along with us.

Peach: ('Gasps') (Happily Claps her Hands to the Idea) We can be one happy peach family, I love it!!~

Mario: (Proudly Nodded) Mmhmm.

Grand Peach Harvest Field 🍑

Peach: (Holds a Ripe Looking Peach in her Hand for her and Mario to See Upfront) Here it is, Mario. The harvest's very own peach.

Mario: Wowie.....This looks bigger than any peach I've seen so far.....

Peach: The size is impressive to look at, I'll give that, but it's the taste of the fruit that ultimately matters.

Mario: (Snickers a Bit) Since when did ypu became a Peach connoisseur?

Peach: (Playfully Pouts at Mario) Since I was a little baby, no shush!~ (Turns Back to the Peach in Front of Her) The moment of truth have arrived!

Peach takes one bite of the peach and eats it, consuming every last bit of it's taste before swallowing it whole before leaving her surprised and speechless shortly after.

Mario: So..........What do you think?

Peach: Oh....my gosh.....(Puts on the Most Excited Smile She Could Muster as Her Eyes Begins to Sparkle Up) This taste even more yummier than it did all those years ago!!!~

Mario: Really?

Peach: (Turns Back to Mario) REALLY!!~ (Hands Mario the Peach) You have to taste this for yourself, dear. You just gotta!

Mario: Alright, alright, I'm gonna. (Takes a Bite of the Other Side of the Peach Before Widening his Eyes Up Shortly After) Mama Mia, this is the best peach I've ever tasted.

??????: Right?

The couple turns to see a familiar crocodile face eating a picked peach of his own.

??????: ('Mmm') They're so good. ('Crunch') Like, if I could, I would plant and grow myself a tree full of peaches that are half as tasty as this one right here. ('Mmm')

??????: (Walks Over to her Husband While Giving a Soft Motherly) Vector, don't talk with your mouth full.

Vector: (Eyes Widens as He Realizes What He Was Doing) Oh. (Swallows the Peach He Was Finish Eating with One Gulp Before Rubbing The Back of of his Head Back and Forth with a Sheepish Smile) S-Sorry about that.

Vanilla: (Happily Greets the Fellow Couple In Front of Her and Vector) Hello, your majesty, Mario.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly Along with Mario) Vector, Vanilla, hi!~ It's so great to see you both on this fine day.

Mario: How the marriage life is going along these days?

Vector: (Smiles Back at the Couple While Wrapping his Arm Around his Wife's Shoulders) Going as fantastic as ever! Our love for each other keeps getting stronger and stronger by the minute, even before we tied the knot.

Vanilla: (Happily Hugs her Husband) And we couldn't any more happier ti be where we now. Are two enjoying your time at the festival so far?

Mario: (Happily Nodded) Oh yeah, big time. (Points at Peach Beside Her) She been ecstatic about the whole thing since we found out about it this morning.

Peach: (Pumps her Fists Up in the Air in Rejoice) I'M RELIVING MY CHILDHOOD!!!~ (Suddenly Hears her Stomach Growling a Bit) While being hungry!

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) That's wonderful, dear!~ Vector-Kins and I were about to head to the café and eat. Would you like to join us?

Peach: You want us to hang out you two? ('Gasps') Like a double date!?~

Vector: (Casually Shrugs) Yeah, sure. The more, the merrier.

Peach: (Starts Jumping Up and Down, Happily Squealing) EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!~

Mario: She means yes. We'd love that.

Few Minutes Later ............

Peach Harvest Café 🍑 🍽

Mario: Awwwww~ (Looks at a Picture of Cream, Charmy, and Chese Wearing Mini Detective Outfits on Vector's Phone) Is that you're little detective team at home?~

Vector: (Smiles Brightly and Proudly) Damn right! Charmy's already been a junior trained detective beforehand, but now with Cream and Cheese around, these three have been trying to solve their own cases together these days. (Wipes a Single Tear From his Eyes) ('Sniff') Making their old man real proud right now, you know?

Mario: (Smiles Softly) I know the feeling. (Shows Vector a Picture of Hat Kid Wearing a Mini Detective Outfit of Her Ownnon his Phone) Our little girl here was able to solve an entire train mystery all by herself during one of her adventures in spaces.

Vector: (Eyes Begins to Widened Up in Genuine Surprise) Dude, seriously? That's incredible! What kind of mystery is it, if you don't mind me asking?

Mario: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm....Can't say I completely remember what irlt was all about, I can assure you it wasn't murder related!....'Least I hope it wasn't.

Peach: (Watches and Gushes at the Two Boys Talking Among Themselves Along with Vanilla) Ohhh~ Look at our two handsome men over there~

Vanilla: ('Sighs Dreamingly') Such sweethearts indeed~ It's always warms my heart to know him and the boys have been a part of me and Cream's life for so long~ (Turns to Peach) How has your and Mario's family been back home, these days?

Peach: They're still as lively and rowdy as they've ever been. (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) But I still love them all the same~

Vanilla: Even Bowser?

Peach: (Rolls her Eyes While Sighing a Bit) Yes, him too to a lesser extent. Still a headache to deal with though.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Stay strong now, your highness. I'm sure he'll take a hint sooner or later.

Peach: (Starts Looking Inside One of Her Stopping Bags) Honey, he's far too persistent and delusional to take any obvious hints I've given him. But no matter. I'm more than willing to give him a nice, harsh reality check every chance he gets. A-Ha!~ (Picks Up a Sealed Lipstick From the Shopping Bag) I found it.

Vanilla: You brought a nice lipstick there?

Peach: (Takes the Lid Off the Lipstick amd Wind it Up a Bit, Showing Off a More Peachy Like Color) A nice peach color lipstick~

Vanilla: (Intrigued by The Lipstick's Color) Oooh!~ Very lovely indeed~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Kinda me wish I didn't ignore a few of them sitting on shelves somewhere at the shop.

Peach: No worries. (Happily Presents Vanilla Another Brand New Lipstick) I have a spare for you to have if you like.

Vanilla: (Happily Bows to the Princess as She Receives the Spare Lipstick) Bless your heart, your highness, thank you.

Peach: (Smiles Sheepishly) Oh, dear, there's no needto keep being formal around me. Just call me Peach. We're friends now, aren't we?

Vanilla: (Stare at Peach For a Brief Second Before Smiling Back at Her) Yes, of course we are, Peach. Thank you. (Starts Examining the Lipstick in Question) I can't wait to put to use someday. I have no doubt I would look wonderful on the both of us.

Peach: (Starts Looking Back at the Boys Before Putting on a Bit of a Mischievous Smirk on her Face) Why wait when we could put them on for a little run test on two of our targets in front

Vanilla: Our targe- (Immediately Figures Out What Peach is Telling Her Before Putting on a Smirk of her Own) Ohhhh~ I see~

Mario and Vector continues to talk to one another before-

Peach/Vanilla: Ohhh Boyyyyyyys!~

Mario: (Turns his Attention to Peach) Hm- Whaaaa!?

Vector: (Turns his Attention to Vanilla) What's up-Whoa!

The two gentleman's eyes widened up as they see their respective love partners wearing peach colored make-up, staring, blinking, and waving hello at them in a sensual manner before blowing two kisses morphed into speeding love bullets, directly planted them on both their cheeks, leaving the duo wobbling, completely lovestruck.

Mario: W-Whoahohoho~......(Wobbly Turns to Vector) Did you something different about the ladies today, Vector?~

Vector: (Wobbly Turns to Mario) Y-Yeah~ Think they more prettier than usualllllllllll~

And just like that, both Mario and Vector faint and fell down on the ground right on cue.

Later that Evening.......

Peachy Fireworks Show 🍑 🎇

Peach: (Already Memorized by the Fireworks Presented Thus Far, Most Noticeably the Peach Shaped Ones) Oooooooh......Peachy......

Mario: (Sitting on Peach's Lap) Enjoying the show so far, dear?

Peach: (Happily Hugs Mario) Indeed, I am!~ It's such nice way to close the event. (Looks Down at Mario with a Playful Smirk) Feeling comfy so far?~

Mario: ('Sigh') Yes. I am.....Very much so.

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly While Sitting Next to the Fellow Couple Next to Him and Vanilla, Who is Sitting on his Lap) Is that why you wanna sit on her lap? (Forms a Teasing Smirk of his Own) Just to feel comfy?~

Mario: (Glares at Vector) NO! (Quickly Turns his Head Away and Crossses his Arms Before Blushing a Bit) ........I also like to feel slightly taller for tonight.

Peach: He's so cute when he's shy about~ (Kisses Mario on the Head)

Mario: Peeeeeach!

Peach: (Giggles Softly)

Vanilla: (Gives Mario a Reassuring Smile) There's no need to be embarrassed, Mario. There's plenty of advantages to being slightly smaller than your significant other. For instance- (Happily Snuggles onto her Husband's Chest While Giggling and Blushing) This~

Peach: (Gently Surprised by What is Vanilla is Doing ) Oh my!~

Vector: (Playfully Rolls his Eyes) Don't mind her. She always do this whenever we're this close together, not that I mind (Chuckles Ticklishly While Hugging her Back) I love her wild, adventurous side~

Vanilla: (Looks Up at Vector With Genuine Love in her Eyes) And I love your sweet, tender side~ Just as much as I love you as a whole~

Vector: Ditto~

The two married couple locked into each other's eyes for a brief second before softly kissing one another on the lips.

Peach: (Watches the Married Duo Make Out with a Smile on her Face) Awwww~ I'm so happy those two are married now.

Mario: Yeah. (Suddenly Let's Out a Bit of a Loud Yawn) They're made for each other.

Peach: Uh-oh. (Looks Back Down at Mario) Getting sleepy on me, dear?

Mario: A little, but not by much. I can hold a little more longer. ('Yawn') Just for you.

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) You sweetheart~ You don't have to try and do that for my sake. We'll leave here soon enough. (Starts Yawning as Well) I'm starting to get a little drowsy myself.

Mario: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Roger that. (Smiles Softly) I hope you're having a good time at the festival so far.

Peach: I am. This is one of the best moments of my life that I will always cherish for the rest of my life. (Gently Cups Up Mario's Cheeks) And it's all thanks to you coming here and experience everything here with me.

Mario: Thank nothing of it. I always do what I can to make you happy and that won't stop anytime soon. If anything, I should be thanking you for bringing the festival up to my attention to begin with. I had a great time too.

Peach: I'm so glad. I love you so much, Mario~

Mario: I love you too, Peach. Always~

And so, the two couple finally shares a tender kiss on the lips as the fireworks continues to bright up the clear night skies with the imagery of peaches all around.

Happy Peach Month, Everybody!!

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[sixty-silver-wishes]

more caligari headcanons bc I feel like making some. mainly for cesare. and mainly tragic ones this time

Cesare always has to have his full body covered, even if he's wearing other clothing than what he usually has. At this point, he's so used to wearing full-body clothing that it's a huge sensory issue for him if he isn't. He also may have scars or bruises that are kept hidden under his leotard, and while he doesn't understand that other people may find them shocking, or where they came from, he wouldn't want them exposed even if he had the choice.

Caligari has a particular song he hums when he's in a good mood, usually when he's alone with Cesare. Cesare has formed positive associations with this song because hearing it usually means Caligari will be less awful than usual- maybe even kind. Typically, when this happens, Caligari is just trying to further manipulate him, but Cesare will even hum the same tune in his sleep sometimes. In the scenario where he'd gain consciousness and attempt to break away from Caligari's influence, he'd come to hate the song, and would be deeply uncomfortable with hearing any sort of humming. He'd get it stuck in his head sometimes, only to feel guilty about it.

Before being institutionalized, Cesare (whose name wasn't Cesare at the time) was a skilled amateur dancer who mainly performed in small venues, like clubs and dance halls. However, he was aspiring to join a prestigious ballet company, and would have auditioned if he hadn't been taken to the asylum the night before he was supposed to.

Caligari had singled Cesare out long ago, having put his plan of "becoming Caligari" into motion far before he'd met him. Upon learning that there was someone in town with several sleep disorders, including somnambulism, who was sufficiently physically fit enough to carry out his commands, he was a constant presence in the background of Cesare's life, frequenting the clubs he performed at, speaking to his relatives and close contacts, and establishing himself as a concerned specialist. He waited until Cesare was about eighteen- old enough to be admitted to his institution- and managed to convince his family that his condition was severe enough to have him institutionalized, right before the audition. Had Cesare passed, he would have been able to leave Holstenwall for good, and Caligari therefore would have failed.

Caligari had Cesare kill his own parents. Cesare doesn't know this happened, but occasionally gets nightmares about it. Caligari dismisses these, telling him that they're actually his subconscious telling him that he was right to "sever ties" with them.

As a dancer, Cesare was very disciplined and career-focused, and didn't have a lot of close friends. He wasn't without his admirers, but was more concerned with advancing his dance career than forming relationships. Despite his initial love of being onstage, he was always quite shy, preferring dance as a non-verbal means of self-expression. Unfortunately, Caligari was easily able to take advantage of his social isolation and tenacity.

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fic/au hcs (these have more to do with my own fanfics, in which Cesare is partially rehabilitated, becomes friends with Jane, who secretly lets him live in her house)

While Cesare does not like humming or singing, he loves being read to. He isn't literate, but likes hearing stories. Jane will read him fairy tales sometimes, and his favorite is "Rapunzel," namely because he can relate to it, and likes that Rapunzel is able to escape the witch. He gets a bit nervous at the "let down your hair" parts- mainly because Caligari would often touch his hair- but loves the ending. He's not exactly sure what it means by "happily ever after," though; although he's also escaped, not every day afterwards is happy for him. But nonetheless, it's a comforting idea to him.

Cesare won't eat anything with a texture like porridge, but aside from that, he's really not picky. He'll try anything new to him, and his favorite food is apples.

Cesare is highly sensitive to anything potentially resembling his previous situation, even when it comes to other people. He recognizes the strict rules and expectations of Jane's parents as her own "box," a comparison that disturbed and even angered her at first. However, the closer they get, the more she comes to agree with this idea.

He still retains his love of dancing, despite everything, and uses it to communicate. Unfortunately, people don't usually understand him, so in addition to the small amount of words he does know, he also communicates through a series of growls, hisses, and other noises. He doesn't smile, so when he's happy, he blinks rapidly or dips his head up and down.

Cesare is very sensitive about who gets to touch him, when, and where. Typically, he doesn't like being touched at all, but when he's scared, he'll sometimes holds Jane's hand. In rarer circumstances, he'll even let her touch his hair, but due to his complicated relationship with this gesture, he usually won't unless he's severely distressed. Sometimes, he'll rest his head on her shoulder, but this is always on his terms. He's terrified of hurting her again, and is not a hugger. At all. This works out just fine for her, because she doesn't want him hugging her, either.

[liminalpsych-in-teyvat]

I have just read the closest description to how my brain / heart function in relationships that I have ever found. And it’s in an erotic Kavetham fanfic. (forms of love, by acynthe)

Fandom and fanfiction is so surreal that way. It’s often seen and treated as trivial, but it can also be incredibly artistic, and it can have representation that’s otherwise hard to find.

Before this, the closest I had found was BBC Sherlock fanfic, and those didn’t quite hit the mark.

This one does.

(I describe this thing that happens in my brain as… keeping file folders on people I find interesting. All the observations I collect on that person goes into their mental file. And eventually those observations and data points click together to form a pattern, an interconnected picture of why the person acts the way they do, and of what’s going on beneath the surface. And new data points get added to the pattern/model of that person to flesh out a more complete understanding of them.)

(“interesting” can mean “infuriating, I don’t know why you act the way you do and so I’m annoyed by you, if I can figure out the why then I can more easily shrug off the irritating behavior”)

(and “interesting” can mean “I like you and am intrigued in a positive way, I am drawn to you and wish to make a study of you”)

(I imagine that Kaveh started in the first category for Alhaitham and over time moved to the second)

I have to flail about it somewhere, and doing so to my girlfriend of 17 years (who doesn’t play Genshin yet) wasn’t enough, so… quotes that I especially relate to beneath the cut:

—

Alhaitham’s also studied the interstices of Kaveh’s elegant fingers and wondered how his own would fit between them—the same way he’s quietly taken in the details of Kaveh’s life and wondered whether there could ever be a place for himself to fit into it somehow, amidst all that passion and all that ambition.

He collects these observations like he’s compiling a dictionary of his own—one defining all there is to know and understand about this man, about Kaveh’s relationship with himself.

Learnings handled with the utmost care. Alhaitham documents all these things far more conscientiously than any of the information he’s ever managed as Scribe. Some things are simply far more precious, after all.

—

“You don’t need to be a student of Amurta to know that’s not quite how it works.” Amusement flickers across Alhaitham’s face. “But if you must rely on physical evidence for some form of reassurance,” he takes Kaveh’s hand, and guides the palm of it to rest over his own chest, “then I’d direct you to look for it here instead.”

Here?

It takes a few seconds for Alhaitham’s meaning to register, to fully sink in.

“...Oh,” Kaveh whispers, as the rhythm of Alhaitham’s heartbeat makes itself comfortable in the home of his hand. He closes his eyes, willing his own to fall in sync, finding the pace of Alhaitham’s pulse to run unexpectedly fast for someone so seemingly unswayed and stoic on the surface. How swift and steady this heart beats—

“...For me,” Kaveh murmurs, with a quiet sort of wonder.

—

And that’s the issue with Alhaitham, isn’t it? He says such things so simply, so bluntly, like it’s the most straightforward thing in the world to accept, like it’s simply another truth of existence—and somehow they still send Kaveh’s heart in somersaults nonetheless.

—

Alhaitham soothes a hand down the curves of Kaveh’s sides. Studies him as he slips fingers into himself, opening himself up, like there’s something about the process worth analysing.

“Like what you see?” 

“On the contrary,” Alhaitham’s touch ghosts over the space between Kaveh’s ribs, “it’s rather regrettable that this is all there is to the view.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Kaveh narrows his eyes. “Pray tell what it is that you find so disappointing.”

Alhaitham’s gaze sweeps over him. “That this is all there is on the surface.” His fingertips ghost over shivering skin. “That there is much more to you that my eyes cannot possibly perceive.”

Kaveh closes his eyes, that blush deepening its reach down to the base of his shoulders. “So this is what you’ve chosen to use your Haravatat education for.” He huffs out a laugh. “Waxing poetry to fluster me?”

“Not poetry,” Alhaitham says, dismissive. “Such a subject isn’t in the curriculum at all. I was merely acknowledging something I found to be a pity.”

It’s difficult for him to see this as anything but that. For all the people who meet Kaveh, it’s common to get too distracted by the radiance at his surface to look deeper than his skin.

But Alhaitham has been around long enough to see through all of that. Perhaps because when it comes to Kaveh, he is always looking. And Kaveh has always been so much more than what exists of his corporeal form to be perceived—his body but a finite vessel for an infinite mind.

What a crime it would be, to reduce someone so brilliant to the simplicity of their physicality. Alhaitham has never wanted anything less than all of him.

—

This, like most endeavours, Alhaitham approaches methodically. Brow furrowed in concentration as he works his fingers inside Kaveh, initially in an exact imitation of how he’d observed Kaveh do it to himself—an exact replication of pace and angle and pressure.

Then he gets a bit more experimental, following his own intuition as he gets a better feel for the process. Throughout, he keeps his eyes on Kaveh’s face, watching his expression to assess his response to every touch, using that to guide his own adjustment of his efforts.

—

Alhaitham hums. “Let’s put it this way. I’m exempt from a certain sort of attraction,” he says, “but I’m certainly not blind.”

“...Oh.” Kaveh pauses, processing those words into something warm and hopeful. “And what do you like about what you see?”

“What I like?”

Alhaitham doesn’t even have to spare a second thinking about it—it’s like there’s a list already waiting for him in the back of his mind.

“The outline that the side of your face cuts against the sunset,” he says. “How your eyes are the colour of wine. Your hair could be an instrument of alchemy, with the way it catches daylight and transmutes it into gold. The shape your hand constructs when poised with a quill perched between your fingers. This arc between your shoulder and neck.” He traces the path gently, and the touch tingles like his fingers are stained in stardust. “I hope that answers your question.”

—

Alhaitham knows he may never be able to look at Kaveh the way he may wish to be seen sometimes, the way he may wish to be wanted. He can admire Kaveh for all his aesthetic appeal, certainly, but there are certain desires his mind simply does not have access to. And maybe that means he won’t be able to fulfill a need Kaveh may carry, one craving a certain sort of validation.

… “You’ve had other partners, I assume, who are able to properly appreciate a facet of your allure that is inaccessible to me.” Alhaitham pauses. “I can’t think of you like that. I don’t think I ever can.”

He wonders what he can do, wonders what he should promise in compensation. “I don’t know how it feels to think of you in that way,” Alhaitham continues, the space in his chest suddenly tight like it already knows the importance of what he’s going to express, “but I do know how it feels to be in love with you.”

—

“Maybe they will never be able to comprehend each other, not in their entireties. They are two pieces from different puzzles after all. But if what’s ahead of them is a lifetime of learning, there can be no other person more fascinating to figure out than someone so diametrically opposed to yourself.”

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Hii!!!

Thank you so much for tagging me before, I hope this isn't too late (?) Days are hectic for me but nonetheless, I would very much like to touch up on your tips and advice you have when writing for Luis. I loved him in the remake, and I would very much love to do him justice in some form of written work!

Thank you for reaching out, this really helps me!!

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HIHIHI ITS NOT A PROBLEM AT ALL!!!!! And don’t worry it’s NEVER too late!!! I have stuff sitting in my inbox from like. December HCNEHNDJDJJXNS

I Must admit I’m not really an expert nor am I much of a profession fanfic writer or anything- I only do it for fun!!!! So if you want something like, more specific PLEASE pretty please feel free to ask I’d be more than happy to help!!!! But in terms of general tips and tricks??? Here’s a few that I have under the cut!!!

As weird as this is gonna sound a lot of time I’ll just go and watch Luis’ voice actor André Peña’s streams on Twitch to try and pick up on lil mannerisms or speech quirks that get shown in-game!!!! If I can find an example I’ll put it here, but just generally picking up on what Luis would theoretically sound like if he were talking in a casual conversation helps me out!!!!! (Also he’s just in general a very lovely guy and his twitch streams are always fun so I reccomended them if you’re able to catch one!!!)

On a similar note, if you’re watching any cutscenes and any small characteristic sticks out to you- use that to your advantage!!!! I’ve always noticed how he kinda smiles differently when in different situations/levels of stress/talking to different people so I use that to my advantage when writing scenes with him!!!!

OR OR EVEN, if you’re able to and have the time, go look at older livestreams where the cast talk about their roles in RE4R and see what André has to say about Luis!!!!!! I’m more than happy to link the streams once I can find them again if you want!!!!!!!!! Seeing the actors be so genuine and passionate about the characters and putting their whole selves into the role truly does make them feel just so,,,, h u m a n <<<<33

Also, I know everyone and their mother says this, but research truly does help!!!!! There’s a LOT of things people miss about his character if you only view him on a surface-level or go into his character assuming he’s just a cardboard cutout ‘bad-guy-turned-good’ Typa character, so reading analysis posts on him to get a better idea of why he does what he does and how he is as a person will really help!!!! (Obviously I’ve got my own posts under the tag #luisposting or #othersposts, but the lovely @blveherb has some amazing posts of their own I can’t recommend enough!!!!)

There’s a LOOOOOOT of just. Very incorrect misinformation out there HXNSUSJ (staring at you resident evil fan wiki. Staring at you. VERY HARD) so if you ever come across a post that seems to only lean towards a negative view of Luis as a character or never gives him the benefit of the doubt,,,, it most likely won’t have been made with good taste in mind or properly researched HCNEHENDUDJ

Also also also, looking for things that he was directly inspired by!!!!!! I C A N N O T make this post without mentioning the 1957 Don Quixote film- it’s free on YouTube and it is SOOOOOO SOSOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD!!!!! Capcom TRULY put their all into the Don Quixote symbolism in his character and if you’re able to get your hands on a copy of the book, it’s well worth the read!!!

AGAIN on a similar note- looking at his culture and history is SOOOOOOOO important!!!! For example, the beginning of Seperate Ways features Luis doing a style of Flamenco called ‘Seguiriyas’- and once I’m awake in the morning and fully able to navigate the horror of the tumblr tagging system I’ll look for a post that goes deeper into this HCNEHWNEUDJDIS but Indigenous and Spanish culture are full of such rich and beautiful history you can pull from it is SO worth taking a look!!! Not to mention, you can play around with the fact that Luis was raised pretty Hardcore Catholic or the fact that it’s implied his Grandfather fought in/would have survived the Spanish Civil war as concepts a ton!!!

And if you’re writing specifically for Serennedy, taking a look at the Queer history of Spain/Europe as a whole is DEFINITELY worth your time!!!!! Looking back and remembering the people who came before us is always important and lends a hand to how we perceive our own funny lil fictional guys BCBEHENEJDNXJ

That being said, I only ever see this with writers who already have bigoted views and you seem like literally the nicest person EVERRRRRR so this TOTALLY isn’t directed at you!!!!!! But it’s super important not to fall into just straight-up racist stereotypes- calling Luis a predator, saying he’s a sex-driven animal, generally referring to him as ‘dirty’ etc is stuff that unfortunately you don’t JUST see with Luis but with many other POC characters too (like Carlos for example- he gets the brunt of it a LOT) so when you see stuff like this, don’t be afraid to call it out!!!!!!

I HOPE THIS LONG ASS POST DIDNT SCARE YOU OFF OR ANYTHING AHDNWHENXUDNXIX I TRIED MY BEST TO COVER ALL OF MY BASES CUZ I WASNT SURE WHAT KIND OF TIPS YOU WANTED!!!!!!!!! Again if you want something more specific feel free to ask!!!!!!!!