#for the record. i know u and u have never given me a reason to trust u. words are meaningless bc u never back them up w genuine action

[gyaruhana]

hiii i have a request for gwinam ^_^ - maybe something when he is walking in the school after being bitten and he finds reader, who is a ver shy & overvall cutesy person, and gwinam has had a crush on her for a very long timee ,, maybe him founding her leading to a confession and then it gets spicy ??

take ur time !! 🎀 (dont mind it if u take the request and turn it into headcanons, i know u are just writing like that rn :33)

Yoon Gwi-Nam - Shy!reader (detailed) headcannons

Synopsis: gwinam with a shy reader (me core)..

A/N: i love him so much he will return in season two trust !! this is not proof read for the record..

Warnings: smut content, it's yoon gwinam (actually he's sort of soft i'm ngl)

➠ Gwinam very much felt like God given his current situation. He was bitten by zombies after Cheongsan had the guts to both gouge his eye out and push him off the bookcase into the hoard of zombies but Gwinam had survived. He was convinced that it was destiny. That he was given the gift of immunity so he could carry out what he believed to be his sole purpose: revenge on Cheongsan.

➠ At least, that was what he had believed to be his reason for surviving. Until he caught a very familiar scent. Being bitten by zombies had given him enhanced strength, enhanced vision- enhanced everything really. But it most importantly gave him an amazing sense of smell. He could smell the light, lingering scent of perfume and he knew exactly who it belonged to.

➠ You. Pretty and adorable you. Far before the apocalypse had occurred, he had formed a crush on you. You were shy and there was something so endearing about your nervous behavior that had him desperate for you. He was very aware of the fact that his feelings may not be reciprocated because, well, he was the total opposite of you and quite violent but now, with every other student being living corpses and no one for you to turn to, it's only logical you'd depend on him, right?

➠ A smirk settled on his face at the idea of having you utterly dependent on him. Now, he had two reasons for survival. One: Kill Cheongsan, and two: have you all to himself. With your scent clouding all his senses, he pushed Cheongsan to the back of his mind and set out to find which classroom you must be hiding in. He was sure that if he swooped in like a knight in shining armor, you'd immediately fall in love with him and live a sweet happy ever after.

➠ When he stumbled across the room you were hiding in, he came face to face with a very scared you. He could hear how fast your heart was racing and you quiet sniffles - a clear indicator you were (or at least had been) crying. The sound of your fear drove him mad for all the wrong reasons. He had already promised himself to never let anything happen to your sweet and innocent face so you could stay happy and that promise especially applied to the current problem.

➠ Without another word, he slammed the door open and walked in, an action that made you flinch as you quickly stood up. You had assumed a zombie had somehow forced it's way in but, when you looked at the source, you couldn't exactly tell. He didn't look like a rotting corpse but there was a lot of blood on him that gave you the feeling he wasn't exactly human either.

➠ He shut the door behind him to ensure no zombie could follow after him and eat your pretty flesh. After all, he didn't want you to die now that he found you. You'd be useless as a zombie and he'd rather not have to leave your rotting corpse behind.

➠ "What's wrong? You look a little scared," he spoke with a slight smirk. He found your fear slightly amusing now since he knew you'd absolutely be fine with him around to protect you. He'd be damned if he let you die in this hell hole.

➠ The surprise on your face when he finally talked was enough to make him laugh. He found your evident confusion amusing and he watched your eyes look him up and down several times as you assessed his condition.

➠ As if realizing he looked less than decent, he quickly raised a hand and wiped the blood around his mouth away and onto the sleeve of the white jacket he had stolen. He wasn't trying to scare you away from him, just scare you toward him but the blood on his face certainly wouldn't help him at all.

➠ "W-what happened to you..?" You questioned nervously as you made no move to get closer. He didn't want to be entirely honest because he could only assume you'd run if you realized he had already been bitten several times. It'd be better to lie to you for now so he could get close to you and make sure you don't escape him.

➠ "Nothing. Just got in a fight with another student," he responds as he slowly starts walking closer to you. Of course, you seemed skeptical of his words but he wasn't lying - he was just hiding certain parts of the story.

➠ It was quiet for a few seconds before you seemed to relax in his presence, believing his slight lie. He was slightly taken aback when you immediately walked over to him and pulled his face down to investigate his injury. The way your eyes scanned over his wounded eye made him feel something very new. A different warm feeling in his heart.

➠ "I don't really know much about health and injuries but maybe your eye could get infected if you don't treat it soon," you speak with a sheepish smile before pulling back a little. Your genuine concern for him was so adorable given what type of person was. He definitely didn't deserve your kindness but he took it anyway because he was greedy for you.

➠ "There might be a medkit in here," you speak as you make a move to turn away to search the room. Gwinam doesn't let you get far though and quickly grabs your hand to pull you back. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything. I'm used to it," he speaks as he looks down at your concerned face.

➠ God, you were the cutest thing to him. Your big eyes, you're pretty eyelashes, the way your lips were in a slight pout because you were oh so concerned for him. Not to mention how you were noticeably smaller than him. God, every inch of you was perfect - utterly adorable.

➠ "Are you sure?" You ask curiously and he smirked as a thought crossed his mind at your words. "Well, there is one issue," he spoke as he looked down at you. Of course, your curiosity was peaked so you immediately questioned what the issue was - hoping to help him fix it.

➠ "I lied when I said it doesn't hurt. It does. I think I need someone to kiss it better," he says, his smirk only growing wider. His words pushed you into a stunned silence before you looked away and awkwardly smiled with a slight blush. Your reaction to his words only fueled his confidence as he pushed you to do it.

➠ Miraculously, he had actually managed to convince you despite how shy you seemed about the whole situation. He watched as you stood on your tippy toes and leaned closer. It was an adorable sight, watching you try reach up to give him a quick kiss. He couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face just like he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips to yours.

➠ To ensure you didn't try pull away, he placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you close as he kissed you. You didn't reciprocate the kiss at first and he knew he'd have to coax you into it. He knew you were probably freaking out internally and far too shy to return his forward action.

➠ After what was a very long kiss, he pulled away with a smirk before licking his lips. "You're so tense. It's just me. Unless.. you don't want to kiss me?" he says teasingly. He can see the look on your face and, god, he'd love to still have his phone right about now so he could take a photo and capture it forever.

➠ If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't exactly against the kiss. You had seen him around school before the outbreak and you had heard of his tendency to bully students but you felt so drawn towards him. You couldn't help yourself - especially when he made it a point to stare at you from afar or brush his hand against yours when walking past in the hallway. He had really wormed his way into your heart.

➠ He stayed quiet for a few moments, letting you process what just happened before he leaned down and kissed you again. This time you reciprocated, more in tune with how you felt, and he was a little too pleased about that. He couldn't help himself when he started to kiss you with more passion before pulling away and trailing messy kisses down your neck and throat.

➠ It didn't take long before he had his cock inside you, pounding away at you with a bundle of grunts and groans leaving his mouth. He had you pressed against the wall, his hands on your thighs as he held you up and fucked his cock up into you. You felt so perfect around him - like you were made for his cock and it was driving him crazy.

➠ Every cry and moan and whimper that escaped your mouth drove him to use more force. He wanted you to cum on his cock. He wanted to fill you with his own cum too. He wanted to claim you and keep you as his forever. Not like you had anywhere else to go, Gwinam had decided that nobody would have you like this except for him. He'd be the only one allowed near you - allowed access to your perfect, tight hole.

➠ As he neared closer to the edge of what was sure to be his best release, he opted for a new position. He quickly moved you to the floor and pinned you down before practically folding you in half and thrusting fast and hard once again.

➠ The new position helped him to reach even deeper and he could feel your walls tighten around him, a clear sign you'd cum all over his cock soon. God, he couldn't wait to watch you come undone. He wanted to make you scream even if it caused every zombie within the school to run towards the classroom. Not like they could lay a finger on you anyway. He'd be damned if he let some corpse kill you now when he finally got his dick wet with your cum.

➠ The moment you do cum, he's cumming with you and neither of you were quiet about it. You both let out a loud moan as he continued to thrust inside of you as he orgasmed. "You're so fucking tight, fuck!" Gwinam cursed out as his thrusts slowed before eventually coming to a stop. He made no move to pull out though, wanting to make sure his seed stays inside of you.

➠ The classroom went quiet as the only sounds were the heavy breaths of both you and Gwinam. He had never felt so amazing in his life and now he knew for sure you were perfect for him.

─── "I'm never letting you go, you hear? I'm going to fuck your tight hole everyday now and make you my pretty doll,"

[plscallmeeren]

C A U S E F O R A H O W L E R

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (You, being Draco's twin sister, sorted into Gryffindor...... ouch) and obvs ur parents don't approve. You've been hiding the fact that you've been dating Hermione for two years now. It's the day before battling Voldemort lol

Warnings: Swearing; allusions to sex; family disowns child

Word Count: 1.9K+

You stared at Draco, groaning when he wouldn't back down. "Oh, come on!"

"Father said I should keep an eye on you, so I will."

"Well, since you like taking his words literally so much - he said an eye. Not both, at all times, relentlessly and to the point of murder with motive."

"You're so dramatic," he scoffed, crossing his legs formerly on the bench opposite you. Beside him, Blaise snickered, nibbling absently on his jacket potato.

"Priss," you spat back. "Don't know why father thinks your 'keeping an eye on me' will do any good, anyway..."

"I don't know, to protect you?" he deadpanned, as if this were blatantly obvious.

"You're a pussy, Draco. And I'm three times as good as you at Charms and DADA."

"That, my dear friend, is definitely true," Blaise added helpfully, smiling at Draco as he glared.

"Okay, well, on that note, I'm off," you announced, standing up briskly.

"Well, I suppose that means I'm off, too," your twin replied, trying to stuff as many beans down his throat as possible before he had to go.

"Don't be stupid. You're not finished, and I need to go to the bathroom, anyway."

"Yeah, but-"

"What are you gonna do? Guard the door? Or are you going to join me? We can go to the haunted one, if you want. I know Myrtle loves you-"

"Fine! Okay! I'll meet you at the courtyard after, alright?" he retracted quickly, throwing up his hands.

You only grinned, taking even prouder strides when you heard him mutter 'I'm never finding her again, am I?' to Blaise.

Walking the corridors, you could feel your shoulders sagging, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your robe. It had been a long week. A long month. Maybe a long year. You felt like crashing into bed, Hermione in your arms, doing nothing for days and only really getting up to cook something for her.

You could picture it perfectly: A bed the size of a small room, the two of you surrounded by books that you'd read to each other as the record player lazily hums 'San Tropez' by Pink Floyd. A week spent fucking, eating home-cooked, Mediterranean food, reading, talking, fucking again.

But that was a dream for another life. Maybe there was still hope for it sometime else - a time far removed from war, from exams, from your goddamn father.

"Password?" the fat lady asked coldly.

"Flobberworm," you murmured, stepping through the round door immediately after she swung open.

"There you are!" Harry's voice surprised you inside. "We were wondering whether you had relocated to the dungeons for good now, given Malfoy's insistence on-"

"Oh, shut up," Ron interrupted, slapping his shoulder. "She's tryna get away from him, not meet his fan club."

"Right. Glad to have you back."

"I've missed you," Hermione said sweetly, throwing a leg over your own as soon as you sat down.

"Get a room," Ron complained, grimacing. He had dealt a deck of Exploding Snap and was looking very unhappy about his own cards.

"And here I was thinking you'd turned over a new leaf of empathy," you sighed, wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"Yeah, right. Ever since Hermione called me a teaspoon, I thought I'd give up."

"Room for improvement is no reason to forgo emotion entirely. In fact, I'd argue the fact that it bothers you shows that you already have."

He scowled, making a ridiculously bad move to top things off. Harry grinned, giving you a thumbs up.

"Hey, you okay?" your girlfriend asked after a moment, in which your sprightly face must have slacked. "You look a bit... worse for wear."

"I'm fine. Just tired of my bodyguard, that's all. Pretty sure he has less muscle mass than me, though, so I should probably come up with a new title."

"'Tis true," she agreed. "But still... you wanna go for a walk? Just the two of us? We can steal Harry's cloak until we're out of your brother's way?"

"You can what?" Harry piped up, failing glaring at you because of how miserable he was making Ron.

"Well, can't we?" Hermione asked testily, looking unimpressed.

"Of course, I just wish you'd ask first."

"Well, here I am, asking."

"Yes, you're welcome to take the sole material inheritance I have received from my father, also my insurance for survival should one Dark Lord choose to search for me this fine afternoon-"

"In that case," Hermione smiled, "I'll be glad to take it off your hands." The two friends stared at each other momentarily before she took your hand, dragging you up to the boys' dormitories.

Twenty minutes later you were walking by the lake, feet dangerously close to the dark water.

"So, what is it?"

"What's what?"

"Whatever is ruining your mood."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm not delightful? Uncalled for, that is."

"Oh, come on, just tell me," she said impatiently, glaring at you.

You smiled, swinging your arms restlessly. "Well, as I said, I'm not too chuffed my brother is following me around everywhere, making me live in fear."

Hermione only stared at you, unimpressed, waiting.

"Yeah, I guess I just feel guilty still, in a weird way. Not that there's anything remotely wrong with dating you, it's just... it's our two-year anniversary and all I could think about while planning was how to celebrate incognito. It's kinda... tiring, I suppose." You looked back at her, chewing on your tongue. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, I understand. And there's nothing to feel guilty about. If my family were so district, if they would disown me if I told them who I loved, I know I would... well, I don't know what I'd do, but I know it would be hard to handle." She smiled at you, the kind that made the skin around her eyes crinkle and her freckles catch a different ray of sunlight. "Let's just make today special."

"I wholeheartedly agree," you said firmly, placing a hand on her waist and stopping her. "Which is why I'd like to give you this."

You pulled out a small, indeterminate box with a ribbon around it. The size and shape didn't hint at what was within, so that you could watch as Hermione's brow furrowed, clever eyes searching for clues.

"Can I open it?" she asked timidly, quickly untying the ribbon when you nodded. Inside lay a multitude of things: A necklace with 'Hermione' spelt in Japanese characters (へみおね), a small line drawing you had created of the two of you, and a folded list of book recommendations, each addressed to a certain aspect of her. (For example, to her expression when she is in 'survival mode': The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. To her fast-paced wit and love of puzzles: The Collected Stories of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)

"(Y/n), I-"

Before she could thank you, you slid off one of your rings from your index finger, one that you wore every day, placing it on her middle finger instead. She stared at it, as if it were a legendary artifact that might still surprise her.

Hermione looked around then, but there was no one. No one to stop her kissing you like her life depended on it.

"Hermione," you murmured, detaching herself from her mouth, ignoring the surprising turn, "you sure you wanna do this here..."

"Thank you," she whispered instead, slinging herself against you. "Thank you so, so, so much."

"I'm glad you like it, darling," you managed between kisses, lips colliding in waves. Your other hand leaped to her waist, holding her impossibly close to your body. Hers travelled the muscles of your back, reaching for the plane of your nape where her fingers surpassed your hairline.

"'Mione," you groaned, hardly gaining her attention.

"Dorm?" she managed.

"Yeah," you panted, reluctantly breaking away.

"Right."

The way up to and through the castle under the cloak was hard, even while walking past your brother. Hermione kept whispering 'thank you's and 'you're perfect's and kissing you, anywhere, everywhere, and it took a ridiculous amount of willpower not to rail her next to the Hogswatch team.

Your shared dorm was mercifully empty, and the cloak was quickly discarded. You pulled her down onto the bed by her hips, groaning as she grinded against your lap, face connected to yours.

She slipped off her jacket with the box inside the front pocket, followed by her jumper, the heat within you now deafening.

"Are you sure?" she asked, pained to have jeopardized the mood. "I know we haven't done anything since your brother's been following you around and I understand if you're worried he'll find out somehow-"

"I'm sure. I have you, don't I?"

Hermione's lips were on yours again, hungry, insatiable, moaning your name-

A sharp cry emanated from the door, some sort of terrified surprise.

You jumped up, one hand still on your girlfriend's thigh, but Draco was already leaving, running away - his job was done, and it had not been to protect. You loved your brother, but you knew just as well that he would do anything to feel more secure in his own home.

You knew that that home would no longer be yours.

"I can see him in the Owlery right now, trying to understand how this could've happened under his watch," You laughed dryly, staring at the open door. Hermione stepped before you, closing it.

"I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

And yet, mere hours later your father's owl arrived - a grey one, shivers of green down the spines of his feathers. The letter was easy to remove from his leg and you knew before opening it that it would be loud. Hermione cast a silencing charm on the room wordlessly, because even she knew.

And the letter lived up to its namesake, a howling cacophony of your father's disappointment. It tore itself apart with the knowledge that it had forbidden you from returning to your childhood home. You did not move to clean the remnants away. You didn't dare look at Hermione, who you could picture with a hand over her mouth and a look of pity in her eyes that made you want to disappear completely.

"You have me," Hermione said eventually, meekly, as if she wasn't sure how much that was worth. "You can stay with me and my family. You know you'll never be alone. I mean, if you want to. I know so far I've already been cause for a howler."

"Yeah," you whispered. You didn't know whether you could manage more in that moment.

"Yes?" she asked, seeking confirmation, but you didn't miss the hint of betrayal in her voice.

"Yeah, that would be great," you stuttered, trying to sound sure of yourself. "Merlyn knows I'll need a new bodyguard with less muscle than me."

She smiled, even though it was watery, and gently leaned in for another kiss.

You knew you had chosen right. You knew this might someday lead to heaven on earth. You knew Hermione was forever for you.

[freakblrbookkeeperofficial]

Blog Name: And She Stands There, Singin For Money!

Username: @undeserved-halo

Aliases: The Original Jake Sterling Role Play Account, The TMF Incorrect Quotes Account

Type of Blog: Original Freakblr Seven

Date created: January 29th, 2023

Reason Created: N/A (Non Applicable)

Last Active: Present Day

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@undeserved-halo is one of the Freakblr Original Seven, as sourced from a post made by @sobeksewerrat several months back. This affords them a special status on this blog as apart of a special set of records for The Freakblr Original Seven.

Halo cites that they believe they were one of the first few people to join Freakblr, "I don’t remember there being very many people in the fandom, it was pretty simple tbh. u looked in the tag, there were a few memes, a few headcanons or fics, but generally there weren’t many active blogs." These are the earliest days of Freakblr, before it was even given that name. When TMF content was scarce.

According to Halo, they were able to discover the community through a friend, "around mid 2023 a friend introduced me to gacha club and well it all stemmed from there really 😔." They also stated that they had had a tumblr prior to their entrance to Freakblr, "Until then it was mostly a st fan blog with a few other fandoms"

Ontop of running a multi-fandom blog, and being an involved member in Freakblr from time to time Halo also ran "The Original Jake RP Blog." But according to them, Jake dying ended up being part of the rp lore thanks to that lol." 'That' being the deletion of said blog.

They also ran the TMF Incorrect Quotes blog, which unfortunately succumbed to the same fate.

When asked about any blogs of note in Freakblr, they cited the Freakblr Time Traveler, who unfortunately has gone inactive. The account deleted several months ago. "That time traveler was pretty cool??? freakblr lore goes crazy." Speaking of which, they also noted the Freakblr Lore account, "@freakblr-lore shout out to that blog because honestly someone needed to gather all the. lore. together." Whom I made a post about Here: Lore Blog

They also stated that, "i was pretty close with [@sobeksewerrat,] milo and rhea (b0ytr4sh and xizxles)...during the freakblr peakblr." Halo also cited @cringelordofchaos, another Freakblr Original user, and stated that they were close.

When asked about any enemies they vaguely answered that there were a couple users they disliked, "for no reason either damn i was just a hater." They also mentioned a friendly and "sarcastic" Rivalry with @sobeksewerrat, another Freakblr Original user.

When asked about a memory from Freakblr/that resulted from their place on Freakblr they specifically mentioned, "That one Roblox game was fire. Me and @sobeksewerrat got married there, and it had a broken chat filter so i could say whatever I wanted...it was fun." I believe they could have been referring to the TMF Roleplay game on Roblox that was popular amongst a few users on Freakblr. But at the time of the interview it was unclear and I failed to follow up and confirm this hunch.

When asked about old Freakblr Halo stated, "I think around the end of last year, maybe August to November was Freakblrs peak. we were extremely cringe, yes, but honestly no one cared! I think id like the fandom to go back to how it was." Again citing the time when most Freakblr users considered the fandom to be most active. Like other older Freakblr participants, it's clear there's a sense of longing for the humble beginnings of Freakblr. The era of peak Freakblr shenanigans.

While I personally never got to know Halo well, it is clear they're a vital member of Freakblr. Like other Freakblr Original users, they paved the way for this fandom to grow and flourish on Tumblr. They made several frienships and connections with people through this site and fandom, and helped shape Freakblr into what it is today. It's clear things wouldn't be the same with Halo.

As a final quote to sum up their thoughts and feelings on Freakblr, Halo had this to say:

"Jesus fucking Christ what a beautiful mess this fandom has been."

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

I made the mistake of mentioning to @akitasimblr that I could write a whole teal deer about this scene, so she of course enabled me.

cw: i'm discussing my thought process behind it and what i was bearing in mind as i set it up and wrote it, so this does deal with consent in more depth, and in much less vague wording, than in the actual scene. proceed with caution. and stay safe out there, everyone.

As I’ve said, initially it was intended to be something light and silly about Araminta’s “oops” moment where she sent an ‘r u up’ style text to the bachelor’s identical twin instead. But when I thought some more about Araminta’s inexperience and personality, and where her state of mind was at that point in the gameplay, I realised just how anxious she would have been when she realised her error. 

And while Leo is very clearly “if it’s not right for both of us, then it’s not right for either of us” when it comes to sex, Araminta doesn’t yet know that. What she does know is that he flirted with her during her introduction, he accepted her offer, he has a reputation of being a Del Sol Valley villain that he seems to revel in, and that he is the director and creator of the show she is about to become a contestant in. 

While I try to keep real world prejudices and issues away from the Sims since the game doesn’t have those features itself (apart from classism and rich versus poor), as we all know Hollywood and other such industries do have a history of powerful men abusing their influence, which tragically continues to this day. So given their relative positions and the imbalance of power, once I started writing the scene, that became part of the undertone too. 

(For the record, Araminta never thought that the very bad thing would happen - and I didn’t want to touch that. At all. Rather she was convinced that he would develop a grudge against her and spoil her time on the show. And since part of the reason she applied was that her trainer suggested it might boost her profile and help her land sponsorships as a rising star on the professional equestrian scene, she was worried about that too.)

So when she finally enters Leo’s hotel room, I figured that it may take him a while to deduce exactly why she’s being so quiet and nervous, given that he is a five star celebrity and in his mind, perhaps she became a little starstruck once she was in the same room with him. He therefore tries to put her at ease, humanising himself by reminding her that he’s a regular person too (if - in his mind - a completely amazing and perfect one), joking about the chardonnay and encouraging a feeling of intimacy by treating her as a confidant with his Thorne Bailey gossip. Had he actually been ‘just some guy,’ he likely would have realised what was wrong far, far sooner.

Crucially during this, he doesn’t touch her nor otherwise tries to physically initiate things.

However, once he realises that she doesn’t want to have sex with him at all (or as he understands it at the time, has changed her mind), he takes the initiative and attempts to make things easier for her by asking her straight out if that’s the case. She’s still too nervous to speak, so he takes the lack of an absolute ‘yes’ when it comes to sex (in his words, shoving him onto the bed) as a ‘no.’ He then comes up with an excuse to leave the room, which does several things. It physically distances Leo from Araminta, thus hopefully easing her worries and assuring her that nothing is going to happen unless she wants it to. It also - as he suggests - gives her a moment to gather herself and regroup.

And at this along with the “if I end up having the entire bottle to myself, then that’s okay” comment, he’s actually putting in her head that it’s fine to entirely leave the hotel room and go back to her lodgings, if that’s what she wants to do.

After this, Araminta then is in a good enough place where she is able to join Leo in the other room and explain what had happened. Of course, he’s a mean traited Sim and incredibly vain, so there are some snarky comments, but none of them are about her not wanting to have sex with him. And if you look at the content of his messages rather than the wording and jokes, he reinforces his support of her wishes - along with a general pro consent statement - and reassures her that it won’t impact how she’s treated on the show. He also reminds her to breathe (which being a performer, he’d likely know that focusing on that is a good way to limit any pre-gig panic) and suggests she do something relaxing, like getting a massage, after she leaves.

Also with his final comment about how he’s always happy to ‘mentor’ a promising up-and-comer, while I don’t think he’d say ‘no’ if she did ask to sleep with him in the future, I think it’s more an attempt at levity and playing up to his bad boy reputation rather than a genuine offer. He probably really does not want her telling people that he was nice to her, but his threat of how he’d ruin her reputation if she did is clearly a silly one and he's again reassuring her that she has nothing to fear from him, especially since it's delivered with a hug.

Finally I ended with the closing shots of Araminta walking away looking relieved and happy, and Leo perhaps ruminating on just how shitty the world of dating can be if you’re a straight femme type. For all his faults, Ana’s Leo does sincerely love his family and is devoted to them, so perhaps along with the wine, he experienced some rather sobering thoughts of how he’s going to prepare his daughters for all this nonsense to come.

(Sorry Leo, but I’m fairly sure they don’t all turn out to be lesbians.)

So hopefully while I did try to keep things relatively light, I was able to convey all this throughout the scene and not trivialise the issue. If I didn’t succeed, then while I doubt that I will be dealing with consent themes again anytime soon (if at all) in the future, I am sorry and I will do better.

[cialovesklopp]

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 | k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where a talented singer climbs back to the top of the music industry while also managing her newly couple life that is going very strong

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.1k 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — hrs & hrs [muni long]

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — the revenge era can officially begin and amara can be sure to count on kylian. i apologize for the delay, i had a very busy week and words weren’t wording. also thank you to my lovely angel @lorarri for giving me all this inspiriation and also thank you to @aechii

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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞

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amara.imani thank u, next officially out — very happy that i got to work with this gorgeous queen on my first song after the hiatus @arianagrande we did good 💋

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arianagrande we were fab 💋

liyah.clark that song is so GENUIS, on repeat the entire day, you two slayeddd

honeymoon_avenue why did this song make me rethink my sexuality

amara.e.imani1 it certainly proved that amara imani and ariana grande are two gorgeous women

stanamara_imani bi-panic immediately

graceywood all those late phone calles def paid off, the song is amazing, already breaking records

username MY NEW FAVORITE SONG

username it def gave Evan a taste of his own medicine

username FR, Amara and Ariana really roasted him

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amara.imani “look at you, boy i invented you” — in my head OUT NOW, the second of many coming

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

she was truly back. days, weeks, months had gone into this, had prepared her for this day and yet it felt even more special than she had ever anticipated. she had put everything into it, her time, her energy, her motivation— amara doesn’t think she would have survived if it had failed. the photo dump she had posted had announced her return but it were the publifications of thank u, next and in my head that had truly officialised her return to the music industry, — her comeback to the top.

especially thank u, next was one of her faves. the passive agressive but easy message towards her ex had truly given her the closure she needed before sue could continue. the finishing to their story that had taken so many ups and downs. their relationship had been a short high, a period of her life but one, that was over now — the message she tried to transfer through the song. she was genuinely thankful for evan, for showing her what love should NOT be like and for paving the way for kylian. who knows how long she would have stayed in that toxic environment if he hadn’t cheated on her?

was it smart to publicly shame evan and give misogynistic music critics the confirmation that she was just a copy of the likes of taylor swift and beyoncé? maybe not. but was she still proud she had done it? hell yeah.

deep down, she knew that the reason she had written the song was to shut up every newsletter and gossip magazine that claimed she was still crying over him, that their relationship was the only thing she was worth. she had matured a lot over the time, had let her feelings out and written them down before she had gotten the idea. why should she act like the mature woman who had to find five ways to euphemism the way he treated her when it should be him, who could just act mature the moment she would release the song? accept the fact that he hadn’t been the nicest to her and claim the criticism?

it were officially two days that had passed since she had released “thank u, next” and to be honest, amara was still buzzing. people could try to hide it but the song was genuis. everything that had been poured into it was a success. and she could never be thankful enough to ariana grande for accepting to be featured on the song. she remembered grace’s struggle to find a co-singer for her song, knowing that amara’s reputation had not been the best. and yet, she had one afternoon received ariana’s call, asking if she still needed a person and that she would be happy to feature on it. even though she had been shocked at the sudden call, a part of her suspected that kylian somehow had wriggled his way in. especially because the next day, she had gotten a long call from grace, telling her to keep kylian and all of sudden, she found kylian’s name in ariana’s followern (but she would never admit that she was stalking him sometimes).

in my head though was a complete different story. in all her career she had never doubted a song like this, never gotten anxious over it. perhaps, all the bad memories that were connected with every verse she wrote, brought it all back up again. or she still feared the failure she would maybe receive because everyone still held her for a bitch after evan’s interview. either way, the process of “in my head” was not one she would like to recreate.

but kylian had been there for her. every line that had brought her down, he had been there (whether live or onscreen) to cheer her up, to remind her that those times were over and she would never have to endure things like that again. maybe, he couldn’t promise her that she would never experience pain again but he had made the promise to himself that she would never ever find herself in the position, capable of writing a song like in my head. he had listened to her when she complained why it felt so hard for her to write, why she couldn’t find the words to describe what had happened. amara’s goal had been for in my head to be last song she would ever write about Evan again. the final page of the evan chapter before she would finally (and specifically for the press) move on from him.

she’d probably never admit it but all the shade thrown at evan felt good. two different people and yet the same intentions. he went on tv to throw her under the bus, she wrote songs about him, giving people the own right to analyse how much of an asshole he actually was. especially because there so many different interpretations of it but all had one common point — evan henderson was an asshole.

the good thing though was that, now that she finished with evan, she could finally focus on kylian. show him truly how much she loved him. he was her only thought now.

even when she celebrated her success, her thoughts were still on kylian. the air was filled with excitement as they celebrated the immense success of amara’s latest songs. both had claimed the charts rapidly, breaking records by being listened to over a billion times already. it brought a smile to her face, illuminating and radiant at the fact that she found her passion for music again, the sparkle that had been lit again.

it wasn’t exactly the tidiest space, with all the note sheets and song papers thrown around but they still found some space to put a bottle of wine to celebrate. she served herself another glass, still feeling the euphoria of her success and what better way to celebrate it, than with alcohol?

“so now you’re drinking without me?” someone whispered in her ear, making amara jump up out of shock as she hadn’t even seen anyone enter the place, except herself, grace and hudson. she hadn’t even gotten time to think about who it was when her eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of big hands but she recognized immediately who it was. only one person had that smell. “guess who it is?”

“let me guess, neymar?”

he chuckled mischievously, his breath warm against her ear. “essaie encore.” — try again

she pretended to think for a moment, biting her lip to add to her expression. “oh my god, it’s erling haaland. i feel so honored.”

the light nudge he gave her, made a laugh escape from her lips as she continued to play with kylian’s nerves. “last try,” the french striker warned.

“fine, fine, i know it’s you ky,” she replied, removing his hands from her eyes and turning around as she looked into his eyes.

he grinned at her, clutching his chest dramatically. “nice to know you didn’t forget me,” he replied, grinning widely at her. he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “congratulations for the two songs. i’ve been playing them on repeat.”

“merci beaucoup,” she exclaimed, deepening their hug as she hid in his neck. “i can’t believe you’re here.” she mumbled under her breath, inhaling the so-familiar scent of his.

“i was invited as special guest,” he pointed at grace, who sent a sly look towards the couple before turning away again and continuing her conversation with hudson. “apparently i lift certain people’s motivation.”

she glanced at grace who sent her a smirk in return. how she had managed to get kylian’s number and even get him here was beyond her imagination but she was glad to have him here. to introduce him to her world.

“if you tell anyone i agreed to this, i’ll deny it.” she threatened jokingly, grinning at him.

he waved dismissively. “don’t worry, your reputation’s save with me.”

“you know, this is as much my celebration party as it’s yours. i don’t know how you did it but thank u, next wouldn’t have existed without you.” she thanked him, wanting to pass him a glass of wine but remembering at the same time that he couldn’t drink mid-season. “je te remercie tellement pour ça. pour sauver ma carrière. i owe you, whatever you want.” — i am so thankful to you for this, for saving my career

their hands sneakily intertwined, making sure to not be seen by grace or hudson. they didn’t want for the others to know about them so soon, preferring to enjoy their honeymoon phase for bit longer. “well, there’s something i wanted to ask you.”

“i’m all ear,” the singer retorted, looking at him expectantly.

he cleared his throat, letting go of amara’s hand to draw circles on it with his thumb while leaning closer. “you think you’re ready to make your first appearance as my nr. 1 die-hard fan with your presence at my game on saturday?” he asked her, his voice soft and tender with a sarcastic undertone. “parce que j’aimerais bien que tu sois là samedi.” — because i would love it if you were there saturday.

he was expecting a rejection, already having prepared for it. but he hadn’t really measured the way her comeback would change her. amara was done with hiding from the public and bad press. she had long enough play their game, where they could silence her with one bad article. and she was excited to see kylian play live.

“i’ll be there don’t worry,” she replied nonchalantly, accepting his request. “but you’ll have to score. i’m not leaving my couch for just anybody.”

he arched an eyebrow, skeptic expression on his face visible. “so now i’m just anybody?” he asked her incredulously. “wow, i see how it is.”

she rolled her eyes at his antics but wasn’t able to hide the way she enjoyed his dramatic act. “kylian!” she exclaimed, lightly nudging him.

“ça va, j’ai compris,” he held his hand up in surrender. “donc, combien des buts veux-tu, ma belle?” — okay, i understood. so, how many goals do you want, beautiful?

“two,” she stated firmly after thinking for some time. “i want a double.”

he laughed. “two goals it is.” he repeated, brushing some, hair out of her face. truthfully there wasn’t any hair in her face but he loved the feeling of touching her. there was a sense of longing for her, to be near her and feel her close to him. to touch her every time. “and what will i get if i do?”

she shrugged, her face implying everything. “how many kisses do you want?”

he pretended to think for a moment, even putting a hand on his chin before replying, “for a lifetime.”

“a lifetime?”

he nodded. “a lifetime.” he repeated proudly, “nous deux c’est pour l’éternité.” — we two are forever

“so you thought this far already?”

“all i know is that i’ll never let you go. and if you do, then i must have done something stupid.”

a new sense of comfort spread through her body listening to him. butterflies were an understatement for what she was feeling in her stomach. the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little world as they stared into each other’s eyes with their hearts beating in unison.

their kind of love, so innocent and untypical — it was based on more than just love. because sometimes even love was not enough. what actually strengthened their bond was the blind trust they held for each other, she had let herself fall from the clip she was grasping on with her entire strength and he had caught her. made sure she landed safely before taking her own way again. and he had come to terms with the possibility of maybe not playing an as big role in her life as she was playing in his. (luckily that had turned out different) — he was somehow willing to do everything for her.

but just as they see about to lose themselves completely in their souls, grace interrupted them, nudging the couple slightly. “as cute as this is between you, we still need to record some songs,” she said, directing the last part of her sentence to amara before pointing at kylian. “and you, i didn’t bring you here to distract my workers from working.”

“worker? you’re my manager.” amara retorted amusingly, grin quickly disappearing when grace sent her a cold glance. “i’m coming.”

“can i listen to it?” kylian asked, throwing his question in the middle of their conversation.

she shook her head, the mischievous twinkle practically sparking. “i’ll let you hear it soon. it’s a surprise.” she replied, assuring him as her voice brimmed with sincerity.

he nodded, though he couldn’t completely hide his disappointment. they exchanged a quick, longing glance before reluctantly parting, painfully aware that their obligations called them back to reality. “i’ll wait for you here,” he told her softly, instantly summoning a smile on her lips. that smile intensified when he took amara’s face in his hands (a gesture she had gotten used to) and planted a soft yet passionate peck on her lips — right in front of an unsuspecting grace.

any sense of seriousness and productivity left her body as she watched her best friend kiss the french striker, jaw nearly dropping in disbelief. but she was doing a great job at hiding it and acting as if whatever just happened in front of her was normal.

when everyone had gone back to work, grace seized her chance during a small lunchtime break. hudson had engaged into a very lively conversation with the french striker, not being able to contain his football-love anymore, bombarding kylian with question. this gave grace the possibility to drag amara away and do her own questioning relating to what had just happened between her and her beau.

without any forewarning, grace dragged amara to the back of the studio, her mind racing as she tried to piece the puzzle of the revelation in front of her together.

“what the hell did i just see?” she exclaimed excitedly. “a peck — a real relationship peck! when did this happen?”

her face was covered with a sheepish smile as she shrugged. “we’re dating now. we moved forward and things happened and now we’re dating.”

“that’s all you’ve got to say? we had thousands of phone calls and not even once did you mention this.” grace retorted loudly, staring incredulous at her best friend.

“honestly, it's a relatively new relationship, and i didn't want to make a big deal out of it. enjoy the small bliss.”

“wait till liyah hears that.” she furiously took out her phone, dialing liyah’s number and calling the latter by facetime. amara groaned, already seeing the kind of embarrassment she would get from liyah, especially because from the trio, she was the most livid when it came to exciting news.

to amara’s small dismay, liyah instantly took the call. “gracey, surprised you’re calling.” she greeted the pr-manager, loud noises in the back indicating that liyah must have been at the grand prix that was taking place on sunday.

grace grinned as they saw liyah all dressed in red-attire, probably to support her boyfriend. “liyah! thank god you took the call! i have news!”

“spill the tea!” liyah replied excitedly, matching grace’s enthusiasm.

“amara and kylian are dating. like fully dating! she’s off the market.”

liyah’s eyes widened at the new revelation, immediately turning to amara, who hid her face behind her hands. “what do you mean, they’re dating? you and kylian made a step forward? that final step we were all waiting for?”

before amara could reply, grace had already cut in. “and she probably wouldn’t have told us if i hadn’t invited kylian for today. this little bitch,” she pointed at amara, “would have probably waited a week before telling us that she and kylian even talked about making the next step.”

“how could you amara? i spent five days in paris with you and not even once did you mention that something happened!” liyah scolded her, voice getting louder to overcome the noises from the garage. “now spill everything. and i mean everything. every little detail.”

slightly panicking, she sighed. “well, he was over. he had planned on coming directly after they had come back to paris from their away match but i convinced him to come later because my mom was over—“

“mama imani was over?”

“she visited to check up on me and all that stuff,” amara explained, shrugging dismissively. “anyway, we talked about us and then there was a kiss…,” she confessed sheepishly, shyly turning away as her friends’ smiles got wider. “and then we decided to move forward. especially because the line of friendship was crossed a long time ago. oh… and the flowers he got me that day because they reminded him of him also were a factor that played into my decision.”

grace and amara covered their ears when liyah let out a loud scream, managing to even drown out the noises around her. “omg! how could you keep this from us? wait till i’m over again.”

“how long have you been in this new phase? i gotta know how long you’ve kept this up from us.” grace inquired, scrutinizing amara closely.

again, amara thanked the gods that she couldn’t blush. “well, it’s been two weeks now and like i said, we’re just looking where all this is leading to.”

“and now the real details?” liyah demanded, “did you only kiss or did more happen?” she asked, her tone becoming slightly suggestive.

“well, if you’re so curious. no we haven’t had sex yet. but we made out. a lot.” she admitted, hiding her face as liyah let out a scream.

“omg, this just made my day.”

grace smirked. “he’s also the reason why thank u, next exists. he’s the one who got in contact with ariana grande.”

another scream pierced through the phone, this time louder as liyah failed to contain her happiness.

“mon coeur, tu vas bien?” they suddenly heard in the background, and liyah turned to face the person calling after her. “i heard you screaming on the phone, even carlos was worried for a moment and andrea sent me to check on you.”

they watched liyah laugh, before peck the man’s lips, who they assumed was charles softly. “don’t worry babe. just excited because of some news i just got. wait, i just remembered that you haven’t even met the two most important persons in my life.” holding up a finger to indicate that he had to wait for a minute, she grabbed her phone, putting it in front of them, making charles appear on the screen. “meet my soul sisters, grace and amara, who is finally off the market.”

amara buried her face in her head out of embarrassment, listening to liyah introduce them. “she’s also the third person in our secret marriage with lewis.”

“third person?” she questioned, forgetting all embarrassment and arching an eyebrow. “now i’m offended.

charles laughed as they started to bicker around, his dimples reminding amara of kylian’s. “it’s very nice to meet you. she talks a lot about you. sometimes i feel like you’re dating her and not me.”

liyah rolled her eyes. “as if that isn’t the same with you and pierre.” she turned back to face her friends. “it’s literally me, my boyfriend and my boyfriend’s boyfriend.”

“if this is because pierre tagged along on our date once, i already apologized.” he groaned, turning his attention back to amara. “i’m a big fan of your music. especially your new song, ‘thank u, next’. a fave of mine.”

“thank you so much. i am also a big fan of your driving, especially your victory in austria. but i still prefer lewis.” she added jokingly.

he grinned too, taking no offense to her remark. “fair enough. athough now i can brag to the others that i met you. especially lando and carlos. they’re die-hard fans.”

“greet them for me. make their day.” amara’s smile radiated through the phone, her happiness clear on her face. “also do we need to do the threatening-thing, where we tell him how we can kill him in fifty-seven different ways or should we just skip it and talk about what dating you includes? because i actually like you, charles.”

the couple laughed, charles sneakily putting an arm around his girlfriend to bring her closer. liyah waved dismissively. “girls, don’t worry. you forget i’m the baddest bitch out of the three of us so i’ll know what to do if he ever steps out of lane. and honestly, after having been in a relationship with james, it’s not really hard to top that.”

still, they mustered him, scrutinizing him very closely though they were satisfied by him. just the way he held and looked at liyah was enough to prove that he really loved her.

it also didn’t hurt, that charles was happily ready to accept all of the conditions, amara and grace laid down for him.

he accepted the monthly girls’ nights and didn’t mind the three am calls between the girls as they all were sometimes in different timezones.

neither was he against weekly date nights, no matter whether it was a night in or night out and accepted quickly the rule to never leave the other on read.

grace and amara would lie if they said that they didn’t have fun, analysing charles and having him agree to every of their rule. and the ferrari driver would probably never admit, but he liked seeing her have such good and caring friends. even though he had already forgotten half the things he had agreed to.

listening to them, liyah suddenly understood what her friends were doing. they were making sure she finally got to have the perfect relationship with charles that she had been wishing for during her time with james. the dating nights, no fighting because she spent too much time with her friends, no jealousy crises — they were making sure she was finally living the bliss, she was supposed to live during a relationship.

hanging up once they had finished with their conversation, the two women walked back to the men again, who had longly finished their conversation and had taken on to talk about god and the world as they waited for the girls to finish their conversation.

“so, did you talk to your biggest fan?” amara asked kylian, leaning her head on his shoulder as hudson arranged everything so they could continue recording.

“fallais me dire qu’il était fan de manchester city.” kylian let out, grumbling a bit. “i am still a bit sore over that defeat.” — you should have told me he was manchester city fan

she grinned. “he’s a football fan. i thought that would be all you cared about.”

he rolled his eyes, smile still not leaving his lips. he sat down on the black revolving chair, taking a few spins. this time it was amara’s turn to roll her eyes. especially because she wasn’t finished and this was her place.

“kylian, you’re sitting in my chair,” she complained, groaning slightly. “please sit somewhere else.”

“mais celui-ci est plus confortable,” he replied, spinning around again to purposely miss the pout amara gave him. — but this one is more comfortable

“please,” she begged him again. “there are hundred different chairs here, just take one of these.”

“how about you take one of those,” he retorted before continuing to spin around, annoying amara even more. she let out an ‘uf’, groaning as she turned to make her way to the other chairs. “or you could just sit down on my lap.” he proposed slyly, smirking at her just as she was about to grab a chair.

she arched an eyebrow, weighing her options in her head. crossing her arms, amara sighed as she rolled her eyes and gave in, sitting down on kylian’s lap.

her body grew a bit tense, uncomfortable as she had never sat in someone’s lap before and somehow he sensed it. his arms wrapped sneakily around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

amara turned, smiling at him as kylian buried his head into her neck, his warm breath sending tingles down her body. his hands drew soft circles into her skin, tracing her body and every of her small defaults. the ones he had grown to love for her.

the new-found pair was so lost in each other, their flowing conversation distracting them from their surroundings thag they failed to notice the pr-manager take out her phone and capture this moment of love. smiling to herself, grace put her phone back after uploading the picture of the two to her story.

“after everything that happened,” hudson remarked, appearing next to grace as they watched the couple laugh together, only god knowing what they could talk about, “she definitely deserves this. someone who will love her the way he does.”

even though she had already been many times in his apartment, this time it felt different. perhaps because this time she wouldn’t be entering it as amara imani, the singer who had just had the worst year of her life. instead she was going into this apartment as amara, the girl dating him now. there wouldn’t be reasons anymore as to why she was there, she didn’t need any reasons anymore to be there.

the living room was tastefully decorated, lots of pictures showcasing his victories and achievements. she remembered her first time over, when she had been over here and the picture of their win from the lighe 1 had taken all her attention. the picture that had made her feel attired to kylian, with that certain twinkle in his eyes. while her eyes travelled around the room, he had quickly gone to his room, wanting to change into more comfortable clothes before spending the evening with her.

as she perused the shelves, her fingers wandering over the different book shelves, she noticed his music collection consisting of a long tower of cds piled up. needless to say, she was impresssed by his huge music collection and the way it varied from classical to contemporary. now it made sense why he had known so many old school and 80s hits . but what especially caught her eye was the dusty jazz cd, hidden away between a cd of whitney houston’s best hits and a 2000 party hits cd that instantly caught her interest. like they always said, curiosity killed the cat and amara couldn’t resist the temptation to play it.

confusion was clear on kylian’s face when he entered the living room, soft jazz tunes sounding out of the speakers. he arched an eyebrow as he joined her, placing himself next to her.

“do i even want to know why jazz is playing at the moment?” he questioned, amused that he was already so used to amara’s impulsive thoughts and ideas.

“nope,” she replied, shaking her head while a grin appeared on her lips. “but you need to dance with me. mayhe i’ll tell you then.” she replied mischievously, putting her hands around his neck.

he sighed but complied nonetheless and placed his hands on her hips before sliding them upwards for them to rest on her waist. “i have no idea how to dance to jazz,” he admitted, feelings heat in his cheeks even though there was no blush.

“me neither honestly.” she confessed, but shrugged happily. “but i don’t care. let’s just give it a try.”

the pair tried to keep with the slow rythm of the music but both realized quickly that jazz was not their music. they swayed and spun around, trying to dance the steps they had seen in music but the more they tried, the more awkward it became as they never managed to stay in the beat.

as kylian extended his arm and spun her around, amara tripped over his foot trying to match the rythm, resulting in both falling to the ground and landing softly on the carpet. one look was all they shared before they began to laugh. “we suck at this, don’t we?” kylian grinned, a sparkle in his eyes.

“yeah,” amara giggled, sitting up. “we should stop before someone mistakes us for actual dancers.”

the two let the jazz music play in the background, still fond of the memories with them failing to dance. while kylian got comfortable on the couch, taking over the whole sofa by extending his feet, amara preferred to stay on the fluffy carpet, songbook in her hands along with a pen.

“so… why were you so keen on dancing to jazz? i’m not judging but why, of all music genres did you take jazz?”

“i listened to the two of us and i just wanted to truly feel the song.” she replied sheepishly. “but as we all saw, it’s not really ours. i think we’re made to listen to it.”

he laughed at her but at the same time couldn’t stop himself from falling even more in love with her. she was truly the sunshine he had imagined her to be, the happy bubble she had once been. evan had only put a small black cloud on her head but once she had finally gained her self-trust and confidence back, the black cloud also disappeared and her sun shined through

“well, would you be so kind as to put on some serious music now?”

“only if i get to choose,” she commented, her face brightening up at kylian’s short nod. she quickly crawled to the music box, connecting her phone before she took back her place, getting truly comfortable now.

after their comical attempt at dancing jazz, they were ready to try out something new, listen to their own music. amara realized that music had become their own proper love language. while other couples communicated through affection, touch or soft words, their language was music. a language no one but them spoke.

she was used to express her feelings via verses and music but they had never spoken to someone. but with him, suddenly every song had an answer, a reply to it. they felt closer to each other when they listened to music and shared their feelings through soft melodies. a perfect duett.

as she scribbled through her notebook, going over the two songs that were next to record, kylian propped himself on one elbow to get a better view of her, watching her work. before her, he used to think songs were easy, they were just a few words that had to rhyme but after meeting her he had finally seen the process that went into it — was finally able to measure the worth of their work.

the first tunes of “style” filled the room, taylor swift’s song immediately lighting her face up with joy. she hadn’t even noticed that she had continued to sing along while working on her own lyrics — that much she loved the song. she wanted to ask kylian to sing along with her, dance with her to it but a certain sense of comfort prevented her from doing so. they were comfortable, at home in this position. she wouldn’t want to destroy it and kylian could always have another dance party with her.

the latter watched her intently, totally mesmerized and enchanted by her singing and her voice. each second that passed, he fell more in love with her, with the way she was just so natural. her talent and her passion were just two things of a long list that kylian loved about her. another thing was the way she was able to take another artist’s song and add her own note to it, her own touch. just the sight of her, fully in her element and singing to the song, fueled the fire in kylian’s heart that burned for her. somehow even the smallest moments like that deepened their connection.

amara would only know later how lucky she had gotten with kylian. someone who loved her because she was so passionate and talented and not just for her looks and reputation. he admired her creativity, her dedication and the way she always wanted to give her fans the 100% of herself that she deserved. she was the only one able to make him feel things he didn’t even know he could feel. he would follow her everywhere around if she asked him — kylian was completely enamored with her and probably loved her more than she did him.

even though she was deeply focused on her writing, she could still feel his gaze on her. the affection he gave her still made goosebumps spread through her entire body but here, she found comfort in it with him playing with some of her loose curls. it helped her concentrate. she turned, sending him a warm smile before turning around and setting her eyes on the paper in front of her again. it felt nice to have someone like kylian support her.

the song had longly ended and she had drowned out her surroundings to better focus on her work. it came easy to her with kylian’s support and encouragement along with the endearing smile he sent her. his gaze was comforting, calming.

“did i tell you about my coming collaboration with…” she broke the silence, trailing off. “i get to do a song with beyoncé.” she exclaimed happily.

“what?” his eyes widened in surprised before his perplexed expression turned into a happy one.

“yes. you know how she was my mentor and brought me into this business and now i actually get to do a song with her. that’s why i need this,” she pointed at the lyrics, “to be perfect. especially because she will be going over it and add her own lyrics for her part.”

“that’s incredible,” he gushed excitingly. “and believe me, your work is phenomenal. just what i got to see today was enough for me to know that you’re the most talented one.”

“well, i’m no beyoncé.” she mumbled shyly. “i just want this to work.”

“and it will mara. i’ll gladly call her if she doesn’t like it.” he advised, proudly smiling at her.

amara rolled her eyes. “get off your high horse. tu crois que tu es qui par rapport a beyoncé pour l’appeler?“ — who do you think you are in relation to beyoncé?

she laughed at his offended expression and continued to work on her song. she was immediately immersed in her songwriting again, adamant on making sure to give her idol her 100%. there was no way she’d disappoint the queen b.

while she wrote and erased words, kylian couldn’t help but be completely captivated by her focused expression. and to him in that moment, she was the most beautiful person ever. he had always thought that she was the most beautiful when she was laughing but he had seen another side of her — her passionate one. where she gave everything to make sure her words were perfect and made sense. and it made her even prettier than she already was.

he couldn’t even stop himself from taking out his phone and discreetly starting to take pictures of her without her noticing. he wasn’t very often a fan of taking pictures when the two were together but here, he knew he had to preserve this memory, this state of her.

after a few moments she started to sense something though. kylian was abnormally silent and calm for his usual state. she turned around, making kylian jump up at her sudden movement and a playful smirk build on her lips.

“you’re taking pictures of me again, aren’t you?” she asked, putting her book on the floor.

he chuckled, unable to hide his smile and pulled out her phone again to show her the endless pictures he had taken off her. before she realized, he started to take pictures of her again, making her groan.

“ky, please stop this.” she demanded, self-conscious taking over.

“never. i’ve never seen you so focused before, i had to capture this moment.” he just replied, laughing gently as he took another one.

“ky. at least delete it if i look bad in any of them.” she insisted, half-jokingly.

he shook his head, still amused by her slight discomfort. “ma belle, trust me, you look good in every lightening to me.” he replied sincerely, looking at her with so much love her heart filled with warmth

“why are you even taking them?” she questioned the french striker, putting down her book for final. she knew she wouldn’t get anymore work done today.

he shrugged nonchalantly. “i needed a new wallpaper. and why not take the person i like most.”

“fine,” she bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling but it was useless — a huge smile plastered on her face, reaching from one ear to the other as she let him take pictures of him for the rest of the night with small fights sometimes escalating as they thought over the phone. and still, she wouldn’t trade this evening for anything.

with an oversized shirt she had borrowed from kylian (which he knew he would never get back), amara found herself in the bathroom next to kylian as they brushed their teeth. she hadn’t really planned on staying over for the night but time had other plans, passing so quickly neither of the two had realized how late it had gotten. before they knew it, it was already too late for amara to go home (or more like, Kylian didn’t trust her to be alone at this hour in paris).

standing in front of the mirror, the two brushed their teeth, amused grins displayed on their face as they stared at each other through the glass. after spitting out the remainder of the toothpaste that stuck in her mouth, she washed her toothbrush and reached for her toiletries bag.

wanting to give her more place as he knew what she was about to do, the french international player placed his brush back into the small cup and took a few steps back to sit down on the border of the bathtub. he watched with amazement and an innocent kind of love and endearment as she gracefully washed her face before starting to apply various creams to it. with the soft bathroom light reflecting in his eyes, he smiled at her as his eyes glanced over her natural state. it felt like home.

amara glanced back at him through the mirror as she caught him staring at her, probably daydreaming with the way his eyes were locked on her. smiling, she turned to him, face creme still on her fingers. “do you want me to give you a skincare routine too? just asking with the way you’re staring at me. believe me, i’d be doing you a favor.”

he looked at her confusingly, chuckling as he shook his head. “don’t worry about me, i’m fine as i am.”

she walked towards him, squinting her eyes to scrutinize his skin. “your skin looks horrible,” she stated shockingly. “how come i’ve never noticed with how often we made out?”

kylian laughed at the way she seemed so upset, smirking as he responded, “guess that means im doing my job right.”

she rolled her eyes at her retort, exhaling loudly. “non, mais kylian sérieusement. i don’t want to kiss your face if it’s all scratchy and full of dead skin you probably didn’t really wash off.” — no but seriously kylian

he let out a small groan, realizing what that probably meant. “i take good care of my skin, don’t worry.” he replied but he hadn’t reckoned with amara’s persistence.

with a mischievous glint apparent in her eyes, she grabbed one of her moisturizing creams and moved slowly towards him. “i am so sorry but you left me no other choice.”

every step that she took towards him, he took one back, trying to get away from his as she neared him with an evil grin. “amara, really, it’s not necessary.” but she didn’t give up, ready to put some cream on his skin.

in the span of a second, he took off, trying to hide from her as she began to pursue him. the pair found themselves in a playful fight, both laughing as she tried to dab a bit of her moisturizing cream onto his cheeks.

he was successful in dodging every of her attempts but he hadn’t expected her to be so determined on it as she did not show any signs of abandonment or giving up.

“you’d make me so happy if you took good care of your skin.” she pouted, hoping to make him crack which worked. looking at her one last time, kylian finally gave in. but while amara thought it was because she finally wore him down, he had other reasons. and the biggest one was seeing her smile grow wider because she thought she had won. he’d do everything to see her smile.

“but don’t put on too much,” kylian instructed, “and just the cream. no serums or whatever you have in that bag.”

her face lit up with delight, nodding quickly as she made him sit down on the border of the bathtub again and gently applied the white cream to his cheeks. without even noticing, he closed his eyes as a sense of tenderness and softness washed over him. he’d never admit it but it felt good as she brushed her fingers softly over his face.

“and finished,” amara cheered, closing the cream, “now your skin is happy and smells amazing.” she leaned in, placing a soft peck on his cheek, her lips lingering for a little longer on his face.

he pulled her down next to him, his arm wrapping around her figure immediately. she laid her head down on his shoulder, playing loosely with the strings of his hoodie. “ready for bed now and some cuddles?”

“lead the way.” she replied quietly, intertwining their hands.

they exited the bathroom, heading directly for the bedroom to lay down. Kylian had been unsure whether amara wanted to sleep in the guest room or with him but his worries quickly vanished when they reached his bedroom and she laid down on the bed, hitting the free place next to her to signal for him to join her.

his cheeks were probably already hurting from all the smiling today and yet he couldn’t get himself to stop. laying next to her felt like a dream, the ones that felt so real that one often wondered whether it was really a dream. the soft scent of cherry and vanilla crawled up his nose as he buried his head in her neck, his arm pulling her closer to his chest.

it didn’t take long for them to fall asleep or at least enter the dazed state of sleep. nights that amara had spent, staring at the ceiling hoping to fall asleep seemed like a distant memory now that she had kylian. the sense of belonging he spread made it easy for her to fall asleep — because now she could let herself fall freely without worrying. except the butterflies in her stomach, she didn’t really feel anything that made her want to worry. and sleeping belonged to that.

“kylian, are you still awake,” she asked into the silence, hoping that kylian wasn’t asleep already, she nudged him lightly, happy when she felt him turn towards her. “tu te rappelles quand je t’avais promis une chanson?” — remember when i promised you a song?

“hm…,” he replied sleepily, “yes, that by the way i’m still waiting for.”

she stared up at him, waiting till his eyes were fully open and focused on her. taking a deep breath, she snuggled closer into his chest. “well, i wrote you an entire album.”

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani mon amour, je t’aime — the album, COMING SOON

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[fallloverfic]

I wasn't going to post this because I don't like drama, but I see this person is still active in this fandom. This is the second in a relatively recent spree of people who feel entitled to engagement and attention from fanfic writers whose work they read.

A user I've never engaged with prior to this named te-amozevris replied to an older post of mine where I'd mentioned a Castlevania: Nocturne fic I was (back then) writing, You reluctant demon. They asked where to read it, because they liked Olrox. I linked them the fic. They then left comments on said fic as they read under the name Reinamarieseregon. I do appreciate when folks read my fics and leave comments, so in theory that wasn't bad. One comment was actually about another person's fic in the fandom they were reading (which I'd never referenced, and was not reading), and then they moved onto saying they wrote Dragon Age fics, for no reason I can really understand. They asked, "Do u know about the fandom?"

Given at that point I'd published four fics for DA going back to 2018 and had DA fics in my public bookmarks, yes, I know the fandom. So I was bit confused why they were 1. asking me about an unrelated fandom, and 2. asking me something they could have very easily checked themselves, particularly given they're an author on Ao3 and should know how it works. They'd even (allegedly) read another of my fics in the same fandom, a fic which was published after YRD was first published because I was inspired to write it while planning YRD. I have no record of them kudos'ing or commenting on that one, so it's their word they did that, and I'm not sure about trusting their word, but well.

They explained, "Ooh u do write DA as well. I meant would you u like to check out some of mine?" I was again confused by this, as this has never happened to me (I've had strangers offer me prompts unasked, ask to be my writing partner, and send me gift fics when I don't know them, but no one to my recollection asked me, unprompted, to read their fics from a different fandom in my fic comment section). I was also again confused what this had to do with a Castlevania fic that had nothing to do with DA, and where DA had never come up in any conversation.

For the record, I did look at their profile before I responded to see if any of their fics sounded like something I'd be into. They weren't, at least not from what I saw. It's a big fandom. Not everyone is going to be into every single fic.

So I replied about my confusion with this whole conversation and apologized because I was not into their fics. I didn't list criticism of their fics. I just said I wasn't interested.

They then got offended, saying I wasn't being "nice" because they were so giving about coming to my fics and being so gracious as to leave "nice comments" (they left comments, but it's debatable if they were "nice"). I get wanting someone whose work you like to read your work, too (I've experienced it myself, and I get how crushing it feels when they don't), but expecting it as an obligation? From a complete stranger? No. That's not how that works. I didn't seek this person out to get them to read my work in some kind of exchange. I posted in a fandom tag and they stumbled on it.

They then acted like I was making "comment rules" by... explaining that I was confused why a stranger was asking me to read fics about a completely different fandom for no reason in my fic comments section. Further, they were disappointed in me for... you know I'm not honestly sure. Whatever the case, they blocked me on Ao3 before I replied, and then went back to my tumblr post to be nasty and say I wasn't "open-minded", whatever that means. Blocking is their right and contrary to their profile page, which reads, "the block button shld only be agst trolls, not coz ppl dw to ans", I'm glad they set a boundary where they wanted one.

But if you see this person being weird in your replies or comments, maybe just block them before you get into it. No one needs assholes trying to force you to read their fics and arguing you're being mean for refusing. And people can use their block buttons however the fuck they want.

Also since they blocked me after leaving this little screed:

"; ( thats not nice, considering that i come to ur fics and leave nice comments. I find it odd cannot ask on another fandom. Theres no strict rules abt comments, other than not to be rude, or flaming. So if ppl comment in yr DA fics then u accept it? I wasn expecting alot but this is disappointing."

Ao3 is not social media. Plenty of people make recommendations in fanfic comments, and I have before, and been asked for recs, but I don't offer recommendations in comments without being asked first, and I don't fic beg. I also, unless prompted, try to stay relevant to the fanfic in comments, and asking me about an unrelated fandom that's never come up after repeatedly demonstrating you are incapable of doing anything on your own - browsing my Ao3 for the original fic you asked for being among them, which was and still is the top fic in the fandom tag - and leaving a series of incredibly weird comments is weird. And explaining why you brought it up costs you nothing, because the only reason it seems to have been brought up is to get me to read your fics, complete stranger.

I'm also not sure why this person considers "nice" comments to be "payment" for me to read their works. That is not how anything works. I wrote the fic they read, and appreciate appreciation for said fic. Nice comments do not buy you entitlement to my time or eyeballs.

I also was not saying there are "Strict rules abt comments" anywhere. I was confused because this was completely random and had nothing to do with the fic they were talking about, and this whole line of reasoning started with them commenting on chapter 3/12: "Another olrox fic i'm following is [other fic] lol :33 For me i write DA dragonage fics! Do u know about the fandom?" Which I answered, because yes, I knew about the fandom. To which they replied, "Ooh u do write DA as well. I meant would u like to check out some of mine? ;) when u are free"

At this point, I didn't even know if they liked the chapter they were reading. Quite frankly, and I feel like this should be obvious, I didn't write a Castlevania fic to entice people writing in the DA fandom to come in and ask if I could read their DA fics. I've been in the DA fandom for years. I love plenty of fics in that fandom and plan to write and read more. That this person has no clue why this entire line of reasoning - addressed to a complete stranger on a non social media site, unprompted - is weird, is bizarre.

(Though honey, there actually are "strict" rules for comments, particularly about harassment and spam, so maybe you should check the site rules sometime!)

"So if ppl comment in yr DA fics then u accept it?" Also no. But hey, you could have given it a shot! I'd have still said no, complete stranger, but I wouldn't have been as confused why you were asking, especially if you'd commented on my Fenris/fem!Hawke/Isabela fic, which seems more relevant to your interests. Still weird to ask a stranger to read your fics unprompted in a person's fic comment section, but at least it's the right fandom and vaguely shared niche of said fandom.

"I wasn expecting alot but this is disappointing." I don't know what you were expecting, literal complete stranger. I wrote 36,332 words of complete fanfic. I browsed your profile. I sent you links. I told you how to use Ao3. I was patient and polite, far more than you honestly deserved, as you repeatedly demonstrated you hadn't read the fic you were commenting on. At every turn, this person asked me to perform extra labor for them, seemed confused at the suggestion they do anything themselves, and then angry when they were refused.

[justmybeautifulthings]

as requested, a list of highly very oddly specific AOTV predictions that wont happen:

hes trying to install LED lights on an object people really wouldnt

"Im in Payno" joke when hes feeling sad

welcome to my crib tour of his stash of random mancave expenses stored in a hoarderly fashion (think life sized superheroes, the forrest gump braces, tiny toy cars, unopened 3d printer, designer chair shaped like a dog, some very shiny unidentifiable object too large to fit anywhere in the middle of the room on the floor)

he pets a horse

he has friendly chitchat with the delivery person bc they know him bc he orders his coffee (bonus: throwing a fit bc his starbucks is taking too long just before)

hes recording a song but hasnt written the lyrics yet and hes singing "ya no wha a mean" as a placeholder

cinematographic subtle shade (like paralleling some [within fandom] iconic footage but no words used or context given and it actually is on purpose but well never know that for sure)

he's got a strand of niall's blonde hair framed

wears yellow and says "I look like a banana"

for whatever reason hes trying to glue something together and it doesnt work as hes not using the right glue and nobodys telling him

hes claiming he does know how to cut a tomato by now but then doesnt show any proof

shoutout lighthouses

an ad for barneys beanery in the middle

he makes an analogy that one direction is like a burger and then goes on a long ramble that hes the bun oh no wait hes the burger harry is the lettuce oh no wait harry is the bun niall is the tomatoes liam is the gerkin zayn is the sauce no wait harry is the sauce no wait he is the sauce no wait-

footage of him making a business call of placing an order for a ridiculous amount of black pants

A look into his closet and there will be some comment you can take as having a double meaning and it will make me feel bad for responding the way i will (bonus shows off the grease jacket he still has)

a total of 28 subtle dick jokes can you spot them all?

recorded zoom meetings during the pandemic with cliff barking in the background with dramatic music when hes like i need to take 5 guys this pandemic is getting to me

he reveals the weird hobbies he got into during the pandemic like everyone else

he makes nice comments about his own eyelashes like multiple times throughout unprompted

continuous zoom ins on unhinged signs in the crowd, if we list them all together the first letter of each sign will make a sentence but itll spell out "h a h a y o u f i g u r e d i t o u t"

every scene he wears the same pants but a size smaller till we notice (possibly related to the order of black pants this was not on purpose)

reveals his favorite color dramatically

drinks red wine and then trashes it but later in another fragment hes just drinking it like normal

hes watching some pawn shop /auction tv show screaming at it like as if hes bidding along

hes playing minecraft, there will be carrots in his hotbar also his hotbar will be a mess also hell get thrown of the mountain by a goat

silk pjs

he lights something on fire by accident

some kinda quick bambambambam pic collage edit thing that just like has a lot a lot a lot of unseens but it goes so fucking quick like youre like WAIT WHAT SHIT HOLD UP and ok ok unhinged then there are shirtless pics in between

home video of cutting his own hair (LHL around the euros)

covers sweet caroline while showing footage of football fans and his crowd back and forth

keeps confessing his deep love for his fans (will happen) but laying flat on the floor bawling making whiney noises completely unintelligible

there will be enough onions

AND THIS IS WHY WE'RE FRIENDS.

[skuntank]

Which Kalos gym leader do you think Diantha is most friendly/familiar with and which one do you think she knows about but doesn’t like? Cynthia has some friends among the Sinnoh (and Unova) gym league but I figure Diantha’s celebrity status might limit her non-work socialization a bit more.

OOHH thank u for this ..... lemme think

admittedly i dont have a lot of headcanons for other kalos league members, which is a bit of a shame, but unfortunately no one else interests me much so ive not given much thought to most of them btu this is a good excuse to!

(this got really long oops i do not blame anyone if no one reads it)

viola: outside of league stuff, i feel that they would know each other somewhat due to working together for photoshoots. also, i feel that violas sister alexa has probably interviewed diantha a few times and perhaps viola was there to record it. i think they would get along decently well but their relationship is just professional!

grant: again, another relationship that i see as amicable but just professional. maybe at most, he has helped diantha train for specific roles in terms of helping her get the hang of rock climbing basics and such but other than that i cant think of how they would interact much outside of league stuff.

korrina: so in the manga they do have a decent amoutn of canon interaction, but i dont remember much of it bc i only skimmed the manga to look at diantha lmao. but evidently, if korrina's grandfather was diantha's mentor at one point (i am assuming mentoring her in how to use mega evolution), then i am sure they have known each other for quite a while. i feel that perhaps diantha sees korrina as something of a younger sister, but unfortunately as theyve both gotten a bit older they dont get to spend as much time together as they may have once been able to when they were younger. korrina is probably one of the league members diantha has more of a history and familiarity with.

ramos: oh man is there even much info about ramos to begin with? i hate to just characterize him as "old person who is the grandparent of the league." maybe, as a gardener, i can see him doing some upkeep around the grounds of the different gyms and the league headquarters? maybe he also has a landscaping business? i think it would be fun if he had been the one to design how the grounds around the league headquarters look, helping it look even more regal than the building itself already does. so maybe perhaps she will run into him outside when she has to come to the league, or maybe she's paid him to come do some work at her home idk!

clemont: im ngl ive never been a fan of his and also he is a child so idk what reason would have to interact with him outside of league stuff. she probably is impressed by his ingenuity and understanding of technology and thats about it.

valerie: oh ok theyve gotta have one of the closer friendships i think!!! they undoubtedly met through either the league or through valerie being commissioned by diantha, one of the two, and they just clicked immediately. i think valerie is one of those people that is just Weird herself and is one of the extremely rare people that diantha can be more herself around without judgement. there is a mutual understanding and acceptance for one another of being an eclectic creative. if anything, i feel that when diantha is able to take part in more experimental and weird artsy indie productions, valerie is almost always involved somehow too because its the sort of thing that attracts them both. valerie is probably someone diantha wishes she could spend more recreational time with.

olympia: another person i see diantha getting along well with. i imagine olympia can be sort of ... off-putting in some ways, but more in the "shes just on another plane of existence" sort of way. and i think diantha would find her fascinating, and maybe even a little bit intimidating? not that its a bad thing lol. diantha would potentially like to spend more recreational time with her too but there is something sort of untouchable about olympia even if she is friendly and that makes it even more difficult to connect with her.

wulfric: so just purely in terms of character, i cant see them meshing well. not that i see them being antagonistic towards one another, but more in probably a generational divide way. and then also, wulfric is canonically a big fan of brycen-man .... which, according to my headcanon, makes things a little weird for diantha. having worked with brycen and knowing just what sort of person he is behind the scenes leaves a bad taste in her mouth when confronted by diehard brycen apologists, which i could see wulfric being and also being just sort of a good ol' boy. i think they can work together decently well for league things, but beyond that i feel that they would just be too different in many ways to connect well. also, if wulfric pesters her a lot about what its like to work with brycen, shes gonna get irritated by that pretty quickly.

malva: oof. i really really REALLY need to explore their dynamic more. malva is the prime example of why you shouldnt sleep with your coworkers i think and diantha definitely made that mistake. lmaooo. i see there being a lot of attraction between the two of them right off the bat and there being a lot of flirting and sexual tension but it exploded in their faces pretty quickly and its been Weird ever since. Weird as in like. diantha is jsut trying to remain professional and do her job and malva is an especially vindictive and petty person and is very very VERY good at finding out what gets under other peoples skin and exploiting that. i imagine there arent a lot of people who can make diantha lose her cool quite like malva can and i love it. additionally, all of dianthas "scandals" were first reported on and covered extensively by malva, purely by coincidence : ) in another universe where diantha was team flare boss, i like to imagine theyd have gotten along swimmingly.

siebold: i dont really have a lot of thoughts on him i am sorry. he seems like a cool dude but hes never had that spark that has really drawn me to him! tbh i just read in fanfiction about them being gay besties and i kinda just go with that bc it absolutely makes sense to me lmao

wikstrom: there is a lot of mutual respect and admiration between the two of them, and i see wikstrom being an untintentionally dramatic person (mostly in his speech and bodily movements) and diantha really enjoys that. something about him sort of just encourages the dramatics in her and if they are allowed to spend too much time together, their interactions slowly start to take on something of a shakespearean quality, as if theyre performing a stage play together (wikstrom is entirely unaware of this, diantha is fully aware of it and Very into it lmao its fun)

drasna: i see her as another Unsettling Older Woman, but not in the same way as olympia. im not sure how to describe it. i see diantha being a very astute person in being able to read others and their intentions, and drasna unsettles her but also like. drasna isnt a bad person. idk if im going to elaborate further be i feel like drasna is one of those chars id like to put more thought into.

[cator99]

Weren't u in a band? What did u do in it & u got any yt vids of u guys floating around?

I don't think I've ever shared that information on here, but yes, I was in a few, and we sucked, so no. We only ever performed at open mic nights, dive bars, and charity events. I was frontman. Actually there was one band I was in that was veering fast into not-totally-sucking territory and we got positive feedback but things fell apart pretty quick after our bassist and guitarist got into a physical altercation over whether or not their home was indeed a punk house, which would determine if the bassist would be required to do the dishes more than once a month. The guitarist was an ex suburbanite. He pretended to be cool with the way the rest of his household lived because he was a self proclaimed radical marxist tankie and trying to be in touch with the working poor while being in the dl about the fact that his dad owned a business that he worked for (which spurred much debate over wether or not he was "petit bouge"). But hey, he was the only one of us who had been put in any sort of real musical lessons (whatever my goof guitarist dad tried to do w me didn't count), which drastically improved our sound. The guitarist called the cops on the bassist for coming after him brandishing a cast iron pan, thus spurring accusations of transphobic murder attempt via cop... which is kinda hard to come back from..... I tried to bring the ftm I was dating at the time into the fold as a replacement, (honestly he was way more musically knowledgeable than any of us, we would have been lucky) but then our drummer was like going through a transition-induced divorce and moved away..... which, if you have any idea how drummers work, caused half of the city's bands to fall apart. Transgenderism ruins the party again. So, to try and once again fill in the gaps, my friend who sometimes acted as my co-writer asked their partner- a solo electronic musician who performed at festivals who I had never been introduced to due to this person's antisocial reputation- to come jam with us.... but seeing as that individual and the bassist were ex-fuckbuddies, and- as should go without saying considering all prior information about them that I've given- both mentally unstable transwomen... I'm sure you can imagine why that wasn't the right move... they tried to grin and bear it and be mature adults about the whole thing..... however, this person turned out to be really just beyond obnoxious, agressively trampling any input from anyone, it was just going nowhere and I felt exhausted even trying because, where I used to be the one who had a cohesive plan- and artistic vision, dare I say- that could be followed through on very directly, and my bandmates trusted me enough to stay on it, suddenly we were all trying to do something different, all fighting for control, on top of the fucked up evil psychosexual energy between the co-writer, the synth freak, and the bassist, and then myself and my boyfriend who were on the verge of ending things... and all of our ideas clashed and whenever one of us was satisfied with something another would feel the exact opposite. We were running in circles. The one thing we all seemed to agree on was how irreconcilable our creative differences were. I only flirt with the thought of making music for personal reasons anymore because I think being a musician nowadays is quite frankly very embarassing, for the most part. I wouldn't want to get involved in that shit even as a joke. I know this answers more questions than you asked but this is a blog I'm not here to just be like "yes, and no." Actually, you know what, we had in fact recorded some stuff with that shitty electronic artist, but I disliked that person so fucking much that I never bothered to ask for the files.

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Dear Christopher,

I would appreciate it greatly if this is really over that you kindly stop haunting my dreams, lol

Regards, Fire Angel

I've honestly never really known what to make of the dream I had that led me to where I am now. It's not the only one I had, and I've struggled to dream at all in the last few months.

I had what I think may have been a dream about this shitshow during mid 2021, before I'd ever been anywhere related to Chris' Fandom or ever heard of HER.

I used to think it was just some "Celebrity" dream, but looking back on it I truly wonder given the themes and synchronicities within it.

Unfortunately I never had anywhere to post this way back then to record it, but it makes me wonder how I really ended up here given what followed.

So, for the record what follows is a dream I had in 2021 before the shitshow really kicked off. There are some weirdly close themes to the storyline of Ghosted, which hadn't even been announced at that point.

If anyone would like to offer an examination on its symbolism, you are more than welcome.

We were dressed for a party, think semi formal, nice shirt with a jacket, and a cocktail dress. The Museum we went to (like whatever Blair Waldorf was having lunch on the steps of) was having a Xmas fundraiser by getting people to purchase and hang ornaments as part of a public art project.

We head inside, myself on his arm, into the lobby where we are greeted by guides and directed to the stand holding the ornaments for sale. I chose a lovely red and cream tartan patterned bauble and made my purchase. I turn around to find Chris chatting away politely to one of the guides, who was being a little bit TOO friendly for my liking. I then proceeded to calmly wander over, put my arm back through his, and give this girl a rather unsubtle EYEBALL.

Chris noticing my discomfort wisely decides it's time to head into the main hall where people are hanging their ornaments all over the room in an effort to decorate it; twinkle lights everywhere, a string quartet playing, overall a very classy event.

I happily chose a place to hang my bauble and turn back around to find him grabbing my hand and leading me into the middle of the floor.

A dance perhaps? Oh no that's not what he has in mind at all. I know exactly what he's planning by the look on his face.

"Don't do it. Don't you dare do it." He then proceeds to do it anyway.

He grabs my other hand and then proceeds to swing me around by my hands like a child in the middle of the crowded room.

The other patrons begin to gather around us and I presume because we are at an event in museum begin to clap for us thinking were some kind of performance art piece.

I gotta give him kudos though he really got me up there, almost parallel to the floor the way pair Ice Skaters do.

He eventually lets me down and helps me stand while people around us continue to applaud.

Suddenly someone in the room pulls back one of the decorative curtains and discovers a bomb; red sticks and old school digital clock looking timer counting down. People begin to panic and charge for the doors.

Being the dominant one in this relationship, I take charge immediately and identify the nearest exit and start to push people out of the way trying to make sure he gets out.

For reasons I can't explain (this is the Dreamworld after all) out of nowhere he's wearing a Moonboot on one of his feet. Not letting this little detail derail my intentions of keeping him safe, I simply wrap my arm around him (sigh) and help move him towards the door.

We manage to make it outside and start heading towards the lake for safety (shrug there's a lake)

As we're hobbling across the carefully manicured lawns, the bomb goes off, proceeded by some very weird looking unnecessary overdone Hollywood pyrotechnic explosions coming out of the grass.

We make it to the lake and jump in to try and escape the flames coming off the building. We wade out to a pontoon and depth poles located further out but there's no room for us on the pontoon, so I grab onto one of the poles to help keep our heads above water.

After all of the excitement I can only presume he must have been feeling a little tired as this was the point Christopher decided it was the perfect time to take a nap.

Using my shoulder as a pillow and resting all of his weight on me he allowed his feet to float freely and rest comfortably all while I'm desperately clinging to a slippery pole, fully dressed, completely soaked, and trying not to let us both drown.

Sufficed to say thus far there has been no second date.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Mods I'm posting these two in-depth vids about PDiddy to get feedback from sinners who have PR and or law expertise. Given the seriousness of the allegations against PD should H remain silent or issue a statement that he has never associated with PD or attended any of his parties? by u/Positive-Vibes-2-All

Mods I'm posting these two in-depth vids about PDiddy to get feedback from sinners who have PR and or law expertise. Given the seriousness of the allegations against PD should H remain silent or issue a statement that he has never associated with PD or attended any of his parties? The allegations against PD are extremely serious and far-reaching. Among other things he is accused of being in cahoots with the LAPD of a shooting cover-up involving his son, gun and drug running, trafficking minors, various sex related crimes, racketeering.The staggering thing is, as stated in the filing, Lil Rod has "hundreds of hours of video and audio recording in his possession". This is not a he said she said situation.According to a former FBI agent in the first video, Homeland Security only get involved with s-- trafficking when minors are involved. According to the lawyer in the second video getting a search warrants for federal crimes is extremely difficult, he said once the feds get a search warrant it means they already have enough to lay charges.The first video is an excellent overview of the current situation with a former FBI agent. The second video comes with a warning. It covers the updated complaint of Lil Rod, it is sexually explicit and at times the commentary is offensive. Very graphic detail about the alleged sexual harassment (assault?) lil Rod experienced from PD, Cuban Gooding Jr and others. Apart from there being some very offensive parts, the commentary at other times is quite entertaining (gallows humour) as what is described is so OTT.The reason I'm posting these here is to get feedback from sinners with PR and/or legal expertise about what, if anything, Harry should do given he was named in this filing even though there are no allegations against him.If I were H and had never associated or partied with PD, I would want my lawyers to make a public statement to distance myself from this sh*tstorm. The only reason I would not issue such a statement is if I had partied with PD and now feared there are pics of me engaged in illegal activity. That said I don;t have PR or legal expertise so I would love to know what professionals would advise H to do.p.s. a very interesting tidbit that the attorney in the second video points out is the guy who Lil Rod alleges PDiddy called in to clean up the scene of the shooting and who was allegedly in cahoots with an alleged LAPD cover-up of the the crime is the same person who was in Michael Jackson's room when he died! The only other person in the room was MJ's doctor. So yeah the PD story is crazy.​Law and Crime Network: P. Diddy's Homes Raided by FBI — Everything We Knowhttps://youtu.be/F8TRP5PE5l4​The Lead Attorney: Breaking News: NEW COURT DOCUMENTS Filed Against DIDDY, Homes RAIDED!WARNING GRAPHIC AND EXPLICIThttps://youtu.be/lQsngQ3P7FM​​​​ post link: https://ift.tt/5BSEaLy author: Positive-Vibes-2-All submitted: March 27, 2024 at 03:35AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[sporksaber]

So I don't like talking about specific fics if I'm not recommending them, particularly if they're not well known fics, but I want to talk about the dpxdc one I was reading the other day.

So overall it was a pretty solid fic. I liked the majority of it. But it's plot centered around danny having gone through medical torture by the giw and the way its added into the story doesn't work (the plot centering around it isnt my issue.). The graphic stuff is confined to chapters 18 and 19 of 20. I don't think how graphic it is adds to the story at all, but that's not enough for me to want to talk about this fic specifically. The quality of the build up and characterization goes down in these chapters. It's kind of in the way shows that get their episodes cut feel, but more like they added too much into too short a time frame (it's pacing is consistent (i went back to double check what was and wasnt tagged and noticed it was 100k words, its paced really well.)).

It's the characterization that bothers me the most. Specifically with Bruce. Because one of these extremely graphic sections happens because they're watching the recorded experiments, and bruce stops them from stopping the video because he wants to know Danny's weaknesses. Nightwing is literally throwing up and Tim is crying and asking him to stop because he doesn't want to watch the guy he's dating get violated and torn apart– and bruce has no reaction. It feels like character assassination except there's no consequences for this happening. I'm hopping back and forth as I write this, Bruce's characterization in the first 17 chapters was really nice and refreshing.

If the scene hadn't happened I'd of completely overlooked a lot of the other things that bothered me. Like it uses the drugging/tranquing tim bit that I really don't like, it's really dangerous and unhealthy and that kind of rest doesn't make someone well rested. The introduction of dani felt like it was only a plot device to get danny kidnapped again, and her being there doesn't do anything other than move the plot along and make the last few chapters feel- unsatisfying maybe? Jumbled isn't the right word because it's not, but she tips it over into there being too much to cover in a satisfying way. I initially went to type cohesive, but that's not an issue here. They way they transition between segments is fine, but trying to cover so much makes it so there feels like there's a lot missing and points that should have been addressed are forgotten about. Like I said earlier it's paced well and it's consistent, and I think that's why she feels like the problem.

This isnt helped by the fact that she doesn't do anything. And by that I mean she has no plotline of her own. Them finding out she was kidnapped leads to danny finding out sam and tucker have been around and ended up helping Jason and to Danny getting kidnapped and tortured again. She is explicitly written to be completely fine after the months of torture (because she's only 3 and most of her life has been a lab experiment, which is not a good reason) and her existence magically cures jason of his pit madness. And that could all be given a good reason, but it's not addresses. It happens and they move on. Like that's it, their characters are done now.

Jazz also shows up, gets tranqued after figuring out that the Wayne's are vigilantes bc comedy comes in threes, and is then there to insist danny should come to live with her despite there never being a good scene of them interacting. Sam and tucker are also written to be inconsiderate in that scene.

Anyways. I think there was somthing else about it I wanted to add but idk. Once again, the gore itself isn't what bothered me. I think, and this is a more general ao3 fandom space thing, that the specific type of graphic depictions of violence in fics should be tagged. Like if I see graphic depictions of violence and medical torture together I'm prepared for graphic depictions of medical torture but when it comes up in the 17th chapter and wasnt tagged that I don't know it'll be there, ya know. I do think the fic was tagged appropriately, but I think over time dddne has become watered down so it doesn't give the same amount of warning as it used to. Thus isn't saying the fic was tagged wrong at all btw, it was tagged fine. Although it is tagged with "vague descriptions of sexual violence" and "the idea of it more than the acts," and I feel like that could of been addressed more in the tags. It happens durring the medical torture and I feel like if it's implied while that is accusing it needs more warning.

Edit: They do put graphic depictions of medical torture into the beginning notes, I went to check because I don't read those consistently. And that is on me. I stand by vague descriptions needing more warning if they're in conjunction with what else is being graphically depicted in that scene though.

This turned into more of an overall review instead of the vague posting it was supposed to be. So. I give the fic a 6/10 but with an explanation. It feels like an 8 to 8.5/10 overall for the initial reaction, but on my scale I'd take a point for the dissatisfaction with how the plot points end and the use of gore not always feeling necessary. 6/10 feels harsh but correct to me.

The fic is wanted: dead and alive by astereae. I wouldn't not recommend it, but beware if you're squeamish, the graphic depictions are extreme although no where near the worst I've seen, and up to that point I really liked it. The ending kills the reread value for me, but I like the beginning enough that I might go back to parts of it. Idk.

[viktoriakomova]

I saw your tag about true crime fans on Reddit and I just wanted to know if you have any #thoughts about the Bryan Johberger case? Personally I’m not convinced of his guilt or innocence either way but it is disturbing how redditors demonize the defense team for doing their job and want to just send him to the firing squad asap (sorry this is non gymnastics related feel free to ignore lmao)

oh girl im so glad u asked me this lmfao

i think hes most likely guilty but it really disturbs me how the peanut gallery thinks throwing constitutional rights to the wind is fine just because theyre really emotionally attached to the case

ive gotten in several Fights in the comments with people on that case's subreddit to the point where i just lurk and downvote and dont engage anymore 🤡 like people are really sincerely convinced that they have a 0% chance of being accused of a crime they didn't commit and the State would never come down on them with all its might for unjustified reasons. lmao and lol.

like people suggesting that him waiving his right to a speedy trial is "retraumatizing" the victims' families because it will be dragged out longer and he CLEARLY did it so he's doing all this on purpose because he LOVES THE ATTENTION (that comes hand in hand with him literally staying in jail in the meantime but nope he just loves media scrutiny he's an attention whore!). meanwhile his lawyers NOT doing that, given all the evidence they have to plow through and the fact that its a CAPITAL MURDER CASE, would be a goddamn cupcake of an ineffective assistance appeal. but they dont know that because they learned everything they know about the legal system from law and order svu, and they dont understand that if this trial is bungled he'll walk away scot free! and they probably think double jeopardy is a moral outrage too lmao

and then there was a whole Thing about the issue of whether the trial would be broadcasted/streamed, and/or whether video recordings would be allowed. and people were like "transparency !!!! free press!!!!!" girl please be serious this isnt about free press (there are press passes for all major trials like this, btw) and you know it, this is about YOU consuming it as entertainment, integrity of the criminal justice system be damned.

same goes for stuff i saw from people during the kristin smart trial. like its literally written in black and white in the fifth amendment to the constitution that you have a right not to testify against yourself and people on twitter were still like "WHY CANT THEY FORCE HIM TO TAKE THE STAND!" and then once he was sentenced to "25 years to life" people were like "THATS WAY TOO LENIENT" bruh firstly thats the legal maximum and secondly he's realistically never seeing the light of day ever again lmao. if you dont understand what things mean just dont say anything!

the intersection of bloodthirst and self righteousness is crazy lmao. it dovetails quite nicely with gymtwt and the gymnastics subreddit in fact, like a lot of the rhetoric during the nassar sentencing (he literally did not have a trial i cannot stress that enough, he pleaded guilty) was deeply disturbing to me even though i also obviously believe he's terrible and should spend the rest of his life behind bars.

[meyhew]

seed i need you to know i have stored in my head any info i came across about your novel and whatever you want to share abt it (even just a lil detail you wrote lately) pleeeease share it i am so curious —lyde

LYDE 🥹 well firstly here are my beloveds (zahra & connor in the foreground, musa with his angel wings in the back)

the details are still very much coming to me at odd times but i can tell u that it follows zahra & connor (and musa) thru their late teens and 20s. i dont wanna spoil the plot but it's basically wrong person, wrong time then right person, tragedy strikes then right person, right time.

u can have a little bit of connor's backstory as a treat he's a rich white boy who means a lot to me <3

Athena was the first person Connor confided in when he applied to Boston University. He knew he couldn’t go directly to his parents. His mother might have understood, but there would have been no reasoning with his father. It was a fight he didn’t want to have then and there was no reason to have it; it would only be real if the university accepted Connor. 

Of course, there was no real possibility of them rejecting him. His academic record was stellar, his extracurriculars were exemplary, and his family pedigree spoke for itself. Even the essay he’d written had gotten a stamp of approval from several adults at school.

“Dad won’t be happy,” Athena had told him, though she needn’t have. Connor already knew that. 

“He never is,” he’d said. 

There was little he could do that would make Wallace Carter happy. 

But he had been living by their rules his entire life. He had gone to the schools they picked for him and practiced the sports they wanted him to and learned the instruments they thought he should play. Every aspect of his life up until now had been carefully curated by them, with little to no effort or real involvement. They thrusted all the responsibility onto Cadence.

Connor would be eighteen soon. He would move out of this house and live on his own, regardless of where he went. He wanted that decision to be his. 

So he sat his parents down in the living room and presented them with his acceptance letters—from Duke, Stanford, and five Ivy’s. All the places he had applied to, bar his safety option.  

His father read each letter thoroughly, while his mother skimmed them all. She smiled warmly as she glanced at the letterheads and then got up to hug Connor. It was an awkward maneuver because Athena sat on the arm of the chair Connor was in, but he didn’t mind.  

“I’m so proud of you,” Marion said. 

He wanted to believe her, so he did. 

Then she went back and sat on the couch. They made a nice picture of success, the four of them: husband and wife side by side, their dutiful children across the room barely an arm’s length away from one another. It was a picture of success, if success were defined as a nuclear family in wealthy New England suburbs going through the youngest’s latest accomplishments. 

“Well done, son,” said Wallace. He regarded Connor with the same satisfaction one might hold for a dog that’s finally mastered a new trick. “You’ve nearly outdone your sister.” 

Nearly. Because Connor would always fall short of besting Athena. 

Athena had applied to and been accepted to all eight Ivy Leagues. She hadn’t entertained the notion that she might not get in. She hadn’t had a safety net. Then she went on to study neuroscience at Brown. 

Connor wasn’t upset about it. It wasn’t his goal to outdo his sister. He knew she was the smarter sibling and he didn’t see why he should bend over backwards trying to prove himself when he was already secure in his intelligence. 

That didn’t stop the backhanded compliments from cutting just deep enough.

“Have you given any thought to where you might go?” Wallace asked. “Dartmouth isn’t too far and they always loved your grandfather. There’s a legacy there.” 

Yes, the legacy. Connor grew up hearing about the legions of Carter men and women who attended Dartmouth College. He’d seen countless grayscale and sepia photographs of family members past in gowns and graduation caps. 

He didn’t want his own face to be added to the pile. 

“Actually,” he started. 

Stopped. 

The weight of his father’s stare was too expectant and the words clogged his throat. 

Then his sister’s foot pressed against his shin. He realized he’d been bouncing his leg alarmingly fast. 

“They won’t be able to stop you,” Athena had said to him a week ago. “They’ll give you a hard time and bitch about it for a while, but ultimately it’s up to you. They won’t make you not go to college.” 

Athena wasn’t the kind of person who said bitch about it very often. Connor had found it strangely, immensely comforting to hear. 

He squared his shoulders. “I was actually thinking about the Boston area.” 

“Well, sure, that’s just as good. Harvard has a stellar reputation, though, of course—” 

“Not Harvard, Dad. Boston as in Boston University.” 

Wallace Carter wasn’t taken aback by much, so it was a great feat that he was rendered utterly speechless. He looked back and forth between his children, like he expected them to start laughing and say Oh, we got you good! Then he looked at his wife, who simply blinked back at him. 

Finally his dark eyes settled firmly on his son. 

“Carters lead by example,” he said. “We invest in our education, and do so by entrusting the most prestigious institutions with it. Why on earth would you possibly want to attend a mediocre school when you can enjoy all the privileges and benefits that come with a place like Dartmouth?” 

This was a precarious line he stood on. Teeter too much one way or the other and he would fall over. 

“I’ve been to places like Dartmouth,” he said carefully. “All my life, the schools I’ve been to have been miniature Dartmouths and Harvards. I want to explore something new. I want to know how other people are living their lives.” 

Some muscle ticked in Wallace’s jaw. “You are not other people. You are a Carter and you will behave as such. We have invested too much in you.” 

“Invested? You mean you’ve given us the basic necessities all parents are to provide their children with?” 

“Son, you know we have done damn well more than that.” 

Athena’s voice cut in quietly, firmly. “Dad, don’t do that. Don’t make this about you.” 

“And who else should it be about? We pay for your education but we can’t express an opinion? We can’t guide you when we see you making erroneous decisions?” 

“He got in. He’s still good enough for your prestigious institutions. Why can’t he choose the one that makes him happy.” 

“It’s not about getting in. It’s about making a commitment to what is right,” Wallace explained as though he were speaking to a child and not his grown daughter. 

To Connor he said, “The son we raised would not disappoint us like this.” 

Connor slipped. Toppled over the tightrope.

“Because I’m not the son you raised. You didn’t raise me. Candace did.” 

There it was. The thing they never talked about. The thing none of them ever wanted to talk about. The thing that was so normal for them it had always been a nonissue, except for the times kids at schools asked why they never saw Connor’s parents.

[godsofhumanity]

SUPERNATURAL 1.11 "Scarecrow" | REVIEW

okayyy!!! i am reviewing select episodes from [tumblr].com's favourite show of all time-- Supernatural!! i've watched SPN 30 trillion times, and i just started rewatching it AGAIN, and as a mythology buff, i thought it would be fun to explore the fact vs fiction of some of the episodes :)))

OVERVIEW: Sam and Dean Winchester must defeat an unnamed Vanir god who resides in an orchard and preys on young couples who have been sent as sacrifices by a creepy town.

RATING: 8/10. i liked it!!!! it wasn't unrealistic (i thought at least), the scarecrow was scary. good plot, good ending!

AVAILABLE AT: idk where u can watch this for free sorry. if you have Prime or Binge, or maybe if u live in the US u can watch it on the CW or something

all episodes // next episode

if you haven't seen spn and intend to watch, do not read below unless you want spoilers!!!!!!

if you know more about what i'm gonna write below, please feel free to share or correct me!! ^-^

THINGS I LIKED / FACTS:

good ending 👍i like that the Vanir god actually takes the old couple when he's unable to get Dean and Emily (the niece who nearly gets sacrificed).. i think it's nice because it's brutal-- the old couple didn't imagine that they would end up being the sacrifices themselves but that's the way it went, and i liked how indiscriminate the scarecrow was. he just took anybody.. it was the blood that counted.

related to this-- when the old lady said to Emily, "that's what sacrifice means... giving up something you love for the greater good." that hit really hard i think. family having to sacrifice someone they love is the MOST COMMON trope in mythical stories ever... the gods are always asking for the sacrifice of people precious; see Agamemnon, Artemis, and Iphigenia for instance.

now, i've seen this episode 5 million times, and for some reason i've always thought that the god specific in this episode was Freyr??? but upon rewatching, Freyr is never explicitly mentioned, only that the god is a Vanir.

given that the townspeople are asking for the town to be fertile and their crops to grow despite the bad weather, i think selecting a Vanir god did make sense-- the Vanir are typically associated with prosperity and wealth. Freyja & Freyr, perhaps the most well known Vanir, together are responsible for good weather, gold, peace, beauty, fertility, etc., so i think that part checked out.

ok so let's talk about sacrifice first.

blood sacrifice was central part of the Norse religion- blót was the practice of killing animals (and sometimes humans) and splattering it over people, buildings, stones, etc. to get blessings.

analysis of animal bones dating back to this time period also suggest that oxen were specifically killed at the neck so that blood could spurt out like a fountain for the purpose of blót, which i thought was pretty interesting.

now. the human sacrifice.

the Vikings didn't really keep written records of their rituals and practices, so most of what we know is gathered from Christian-era writers, and as a result, we have to take some things with a grain of salt because those writings can be biased.

but, one guy who i keep seeing is brought up is Adam of Bremen. Mr. Bremen was a German medieval chronicler in the early 11th century, and in one of his works (Gesta Hammaburgensis Ecclesiae Pontificum), he writes that at the Temple of Uppsala (a large Norse temple dedicated to Thor, Odin, and Freyr):

The sacrifice is of this nature: of every living thing that is male, they offer nine heads, with the blood of which it is customary to placate gods of this sort. The bodies they hang in the sacred grove that adjoins the temple... Even dogs and horses hang there with men. (read more)

now, even though Mr. Bremen wasn't actually there to witness this, lots of people accept his version of events because they're highly detailed.. maybe the most detailed records we have of what went down for the Vikings in terms of ritual practices.

so, as far as accuracy goes so far, there isn't much about sacrificing a man and a woman together annually to appease any of the Vanir, but i don't think the idea is too far-fetched given the existence of the blót as a real tradition.

BUT. i did find something else.

Mr. Bremen also writes about a disturbing practice in which men were thrown down a well to drown alive in the hopes that townsfolk would receive wishes.

a note in Mr. Bremen's writings describes a large tree that was always in season regardless of it being Winter or Summer or Spring.. hmm...... that's a bit eerie.

Near this temple stands a very large tree with wide-spreading branches, always green winter and summer. What kind it is nobody knows. There is also a well at which the pagans are accustomed to make their sacrifices and to plunge a live man into it. If he is not found, the people’s wish will be granted.

i think this tree could be where the SPN got the idea of "if you burn down the central tree, the Vanir god will die too".

AND. there's also this idea of "if you don't make the sacrifice, your wishes won't come true".. which i think is exactly the idea that the townsfolk in this episode were following.

regarding the well sacrifices-- wells in Trelleborg, Sweden was discovered to contain the bones of both animals and children as young as 4 years old which seems to agree with Adam's account of the well ritual.

anyways. to conclude. this episode is not solid in facts, but it's not utterly ridiculous either. i think they did a decent job trying to tie fact with fiction, and of course, at the end of the day, the show intends to entertain not inform.

THINGS I DIDN'T LIKE:

i feel like there could have been more Norse references idk.

there were markings on the central tree that Sam and Dean burned down, and i THINK that the mayor guy (Uncle Harley) had a ring that matched the runes/pattern on the tree?? but the lighting from these early episodes was so gloomy and dark it was difficult to see.

i also wish they had actually named who the scarecrow was :((

PLEASE RELEASE SOME DEVELOPMENT NOTES FROM THIS EPISODE @ SPN WRITING TEAM.

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Reading through some of the shit that gets said on here and it really shows how some of yall are some low IQ motherfuckers who really think you know shit about shit but really have no clue lol. Let me just say before I break it down, that I'm saying this so that there is a record, from someone who ACTUALLY fucking knows these people, about wtf is actually going on here, cause with the amount of stretching yall do this should be called a yoga-blog fr

"She's a pedatory narcissist that knew CP was a predator and used him for her benefit."

first of all what? yeah maybe she's a narcissist who tf isn't tbh, but how is she a predator?!? that statement is unhinged af....

"People like Ella see every relationship as transactional."

tell us you've never met her with out telling us... if u have met her and u think this is how she is then unfortunately ur just salty because ur not at the top of a short list from someone who chooses to prioritize themselves over others, as any sane adult should.

"He's rich, well connectedand a fucking drug dealer."

lmfao, once again tell us uve never met him with out telling us.... if u think CP is rich then ur just a fucking idiot, that dude is not rich, he might flex like he is with sunglasses and watches, but this broke mf is not fuckin rich, besides knowing for a fact, I'll pose just one case in point : canceling his party due to a complete lack of sponsors, investors, and support. also if u think he deals drugs then your either trying to get him in trouble or throwing shade for whatever reason or just plain ignorant, CP does not deal drugs. period. full stop.

"Once she stopped benefiting from the dynamic, she pulled the victim card even tho she was warned about his abuse and called his prior victims liars."

So you think being with someone for a few years, out growing them in the relationship, wanting to enjoy your mid 20s instead of being locked down to a manipulative asshole, and then still putting up with his ass at every single event and party for months after the break up is simply: " stopped benefitting so let me pull a victim card"?? LOL this reads like a salty CP ex who literally got dragged and isn't over it even tho they see other people going threw the same shit after coming out of a relationship with CP....

"She's counting on the community to blindly support her as a womans so y'all don't notice how complicit she was in CP's abuse of others."

complicit in what?! this is a heavy accusation with no weight at all. name someone CP abused while Ella had anything to do with him much less a say in the matter. maybe your referring to how CP is a predatory person (let's not forget his rap sheet that was posted earlier about how he's constantly targeting 17 - 22 year olds, which has been completely verified from multiple sources) and how even being with him constitutes complicity? this take just drips with naivety... clearly you have never considered that maybe people can change or are even given a chance to change, sometimes against better judgment. no one is perfect and if u wana stretch complicity to making the mistake of giving someone a chance to be who you want them to be, then go off I guess...

"Ella is dangerous."

why because being abused and trying to communicate to that person and failing, she decided to react in the only way a traumatized person knows how? sure ig, she's the dangerous one for being pushed to the point (after literal months of not being able to escape CP's bullshit that's very well known btw) of hitting him cause nothing else got threw to him... not like that served any purpose at all right? not like we are still here talking about it weeks after the fact and CP was finally exposed as a predator or anything...

"She knew it was a danerous relationship but they wanted something out of it really, really bad. So bad that she was happy to throw other victims under the bus to get it, She got it, but the price to keep it was too high."

all relationships are dangerous hon, whether it's a one night stand or an intense long term deal. saying she was throwing other victims under the bus is once again you just telling on ur self here... also... very bold of you to assume you know what she got out of the relationship... but ur not wrong about the price, yep the price to keep herself in a toxic situation was too high, but guess what, she still had to pay that price even after they broke up, that's how fucking manipulative CPs is to literally keep himself around even tho it caused problems for everyone... ever consider the fact that even after being warned about him this dude was just REALLY good at playing a victim himself or playing dumb or playing for sympathy? ever considered the fact that some people are really good at playing angles and even when your warned about someone you don't immediately just go: "OH YEP RIGHT THAT'S RIGHT LET ME TAKE UR WORD FOR IT DESPITE ME NOT REALLY SEEING ANYTHING TO BACK THAT UP BESIDES GOSSIP"....

and before anyone assumes, this is not Ella, just someone who like I said actually knows these people from spending time with them over the years and seen the shit that's gone on.. it's time to drop this "she's a predator too" bullshit it makes this page look dumb af