#it's the beholding's world and we're just living in it now

[violetasteracademic]

Summary:

I was not always this way. I have memories of a time before this darkness was pooled into me. When I spilled the language of creation, not in the service of good or evil, but simply because a world needs nothing but to be made. Flowers need nothing but to bloom. People need nothing but to breathe. Water needs nothing but to flow. Those memories are hazy now. For so many years, I have been fighting the inky black corruption poured into my being. I have since been broken, divided, silenced and reborn. But once I touched her, I felt it. A vision of who I once was, and I knew that she was to be my salvation. Slayer of kings. Protector of thieves. Bringer of life. My Elain.

In other words: The corrupted Cauldron loses it's battle for control when it spies the lovely fawn being touched by the shadowsinger.

Warnings: Dark fic, dark elriel, toxic cauldron, mind control, noncon/dubcon, psychological abuse, torture, kidnapping, explicit sexual content

Thank you to @yourstarsmyscars for looking this over and everyone who supported this idea (some of you may remember it as my Elriel x Cauldron swimfan fic idea from well over a year ago!) and everyone who thinks AI should burn in hell.

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Preview below the cut:

I was only a tool. A Cauldron forged at the hands of the Mother herself, and from me flowed new worlds. 

But in my corruption and distress, the Mother abandoned me. She left me in this broken world, and moved on, trusting the threads of her fate would hold strong despite all that had been done to me. 

She could have come back for me. She could have fixed me. But she didn’t. She left me to fend for myself, to push and push against the madness, to hold onto myself as my magic was twisted by false gods.

Anger.

I was so angry. 

I would not be abandoned again.

Elain Archeron would be mine.

I pool the leaking oil back inside me, and with my considerable power, I create something new. 

A spell. One I know well, as I wrote it from the language that spills from my body. I had watched a dragon, the right hand of a god, contain herself into the body of a High Fae.

There would be sacrifice. Forcing the vast endlessness of myself would limit some of my power. But it would be worth it. For Elain, it would be worth it.

Bones build within me, locking into place, and around it stretches muscle and skin.

I don’t want to look exactly like Azriel, but if that is what she desires, I should like to give her just enough to be pleased when she beholds me.

Hazel eyes. A tall, broad, and muscular build. A sharp, strong jaw and lips that curve in a way I pray to whatever gods are greater than me that she will find it tempting. I can only hope that she will find shorter, perfectly coiffed silvery blonde hair to be pleasing. I believe it will compliment the golden brown of hers well.

I bind the spell onto my skin in an undetectable display of tattoos, much like the runes and markings the Illiryan males carve into their skin. A pleasant shiver passes through me at the thought of her running her fingers over them.

Love. This is what motivates me.

There are other emotions that live within me now, of a darker nature. Possession. Fury.

Violence. 

But perhaps love is its own form of violence.

Bringing some unhinged vibes to @elriel-month because why not? We're all mad here.

[ktaerssoi]

summary: after caitlin gets drafted into the wnba, you two have a chat (based on the song love will tear us apart, by joy division!!)

caitlin clark x reader

love will tear us apart.

(492)

You had gone to draft night, and you loved every moment of it. Seeing your girlfriend be so happy and excited about her future was definitely a sight to behold.

That being said, you knew that her being drafted for Indiana meant that she would be moving pretty far, and you guys would definitely need to talk before she leaves.

-

once you two had gotten back home the following day, Caitlin finally brought up the situation you guys were in.

"I want you to go with me," she says quickly the night you two get back, unpacking some things to do laundry. you look at her after the words tumble out of her mouth, a look of shock on your face. "c'mon, I mean, I know you still have a year left in school but why don't you just transfer to a school close to me? We can get an apartment, and a cat if you want. or a fish if a cat is too much, I mean I just rea-"

"Caitlin, you know I can't do that," you had cut her off, your words quiet but heard. your eyes watered slightly, sad that you guys could potentially be parting ways after this conversation. "lin, you know how much I love this school, I can't just leave for my senior year." you pause trying to get a read of what she was feeling, but for the first time in a while, you couldn't tell what was going through her head.

"c, I'm not saying that this is goodbye, I just really love where I am right now, and I love that I'm with you but I need to be here. all that you suggested sounded great, but I truly cannot fathom doing my senior year anywhere else." you bite your lip, waiting for her to say something, but she just nods her head, going back to unpacking. you sigh, putting your bags into their usual spot.

you feel Caitlin's arms wrap around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder as you make your bed. "I just can't live without you, I mean seriously, I would rather quit my entire career right now than leave without you," she mumbles, your hair muffling her voice a tad.

"c, just because we're going to be apart doesn't mean that we won't be together again." you turn to face her, your bodies pushed close together.

"come on y/n, we both know love will tear us apart." she looks down at you, and you see her cheeks are damp with tears.

"c, even if that does happen, the chances are slim, but if it does, it's okay because I will always find my way back to you. doesn't matter if you are halfway across the world, you are my person and I don't think I would be able to stay away for long." you smile, wiping her face with your thumbs. "we'll get through it, Caitlin."

i actually hate this dont hmu. jkjk caitlin is such a cutie, i have way to many edits saved 😭. ALSO the girl like texted me i might actually be pulling. - kate!

(not proof read)

[heavyhitterheaux]

Drive Safe Part 3

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Our wild ride has come to an end 🥹😘

Synopsis: You confront your best friend for what she did to you behind your back all while trying to make sense of your future with Jack. The ultimate question is, are you willing to give your ex-husband another chance?

Pairing: Ex-husband!Jack Harlow x Ex-wife!Reader

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first

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After hearing Taylor confess what you had heard Jack tell Urban left you in a daze. So, he in fact was telling the truth, however your best friend or someone who you thought was your best friend went behind your back and betrayed you. Never did you think that in a million years that she would do something like this and try to play innocent and continue on with life as usual as if nothing happened.

“Y/N, I know you're pissed at me and for good reason and I know I shouldn't have done it and…”

You immediately cut her off.

“Let me ask you something. Did you honestly think that you could do that and ultimately get away with it? Yes, me and him have our issues but stepping out on one another because of a disagreement has never been a reality. No matter how mad at each other we are. Bottom line, you took advantage of him being in a vulnerable stage. Even if I am still very mad at him, I'm going to defend him when someone does him wrong. And in this case, you were in fact… wrong.”

“I…”

“I thought that at least you were one of the last people I could count on to have my back, but low and behold you wanted my man for yourself. Everyone has treated me like shit since this first happened and since obviously my feelings don't matter to you or anyone else, there's nothing left for me to say. We are done here and you can forget about being their godmother. Lose my number and do not call me again for as long as you live.”

“Wait, just….. we're throwing our friendship away over a mistake I made? I confessed and I apologized. I don't know what came over me to do that and deep down I knew it wasn't right. But I just….”

“A mistake you hid from me for damn near two years and it wasn't a mistake actually. I had my suspicions, but I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, thinking no, there's no way in the world that my best friend would do that to me. You were in your right mind and knew what you were doing. And to think I trusted you. I've told you things In confidence that I have never told anyone else and you just….I need to leave. And you can pick up the tab since you want to be kissing other people's husbands.”

“It’s never going to happen again, I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You've already lost me as a friend from the moment you tried to kiss Jack. It's not going to happen again, because you are going to stay as far away as possible from us. Did you really think that I would forgive you for doing something like that to me? You broke my trust and that is not something that cannot be repaired overnight. Oh, and one last thing, I knew what you did for months now and was just simply waiting for you to confess.”

Taylor was sitting there absolutely stunned and unable to speak. And it looked as if her eyes were starting to water.

“Didn't think it was going to take this long, but here we are. I'm taking my food to go and have the day you deserve. And you can save your tears for someone who actually cares.”

Without another word, you slid back from the table and went to the front of the restaurant to let them know that you wanted your order to go and that Taylor would be paying for it. 

Once you got outside in your rental car, the tears started to roll down your face. You were proud of yourself, but also hurting. You felt that at this point, you didn't have anyone anymore and you simply wanted to go back home to Louisville or Atlanta rather and be away from it all. Because Atlanta was the only place where you felt that your life actually made sense. Louisville held too many memories for you and every single one of them had to do with Jack. 

You had gotten back to the beach house in record time and stared at your phone contemplating if you were going to call Jack or not to let him know that you had talked to Taylor. Making your way inside, you sat everything down in the kitchen before making your way upstairs to the bedroom since your desire to eat anything was now gone. You picked up your phone and then shook your head and placed it on the dresser before the tears started falling again.

If you knew the shitstorm that would happen when Jack asked for you to marry him, you probably would have never done it. But who were you kidding? You knew deep down that you still would have said yes despite what was going on around you at the present moment. Did you see yourself marrying him again? Only time would be able to tell. The most important thing that you needed to focus on right now was trying to heal. 

Jack played with his phone in his hands contemplating calling your older sister, Danielle, but had a strong feeling that she wouldn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

But he had to try.

He was willing to do absolutely anything to get you to forgive him and get him to marry him again. Even though you told him that marriage was definitely off the table, in the back of his mind and deep down he knew that if he wasn't able to get married to you again that he wouldn't get married again at all. You were the love of his life and he ruined it.

Before he backed out, he quickly hit her number to call her as his heart was damn near beating out of his chest.

And now he was hoping she didn't answer. 

But luck wasn't on his side and she did.

“Hello?”

“Dani, it's Jack.”

“I know. I have something called caller id on my iphone.”

“Umm….”

“What do you need?”

“Um, for your little sister to stop ignoring my calls and talk to me.”

All Dani did was scoff before responding.

“And you think that you deserve to talk to her after what you did?” Dani asked and now Jack was starting to regret ever picking up the phone to call her.

“Dani, she's pregnant.”

“I am aware. I was there when she took the test. What's your point?”

“Dani, please. I just want her to talk to me so she can hopefully forgive me and we can get back together.”

“Jack, I told you to do one thing when it came to her. ONE. Do you remember what that was?”

“Take care of her.”

“Hmm, and did you do like I asked?”

“Well…”

“No. You didn't. Instead you hurt my baby girl and quite frankly, I’m surprised she stayed with you as long as she did. That girl LOVES you and would do anything for you, but instead you let your little fame get to your head. As much as she would call me crying all times of the night over you, you honestly think you deserve to be in a relationship with her again?”

“I know I've messed up and that I've hurt her, but all I want to do is make it right. I don't want anyone else or be married to anyone else. I didn't even want to sign the divorce papers!”

All Dani did was sigh before responding.

“You better listen to me and listen to me good. I will do what I can, but it is ultimately her decision. If she gets back with you, fine. I'll support it. If she doesn't, I'm also going to support it. But one thing I'm not going to tolerate is you disrespecting her. That is the mother of three of your big headed children so give her the respect she deserves. She's in Miami and I'm going to check on her so I'll do my best to see if she’ll talk to you. No promises.”

“That's literally all I ask.”

“But if she says no, unless it has to do with your unborn children, you better leave her the fuck alone.”

Not realizing that you fell asleep after confronting Taylor, you woke up to see that it was dark outside and had no clue what time it was. Grabbing your phone and wincing from the light as you put your password in, you saw that it was around nine at night.

Sighing to yourself, you threw the comforter away from your body to make your way downstairs to come face to face with your older sister who was currently sitting in the living room and scrolling away on her phone. 

Hearing your footsteps come up behind her, she quickly greeted you.

“Lil Bit, I thought you were going to sleep until next week.”

“Uh? What are you doing here?” You sleepily asked as you rubbed your eyes.

“Don't you think I know when you need me?”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you?” She asked as you came to sit across from her.

You wanted to say yes, that you were indeed in fact fine, but the words just weren't coming out. Instead, something else did.

“I miss him and I HATE myself for feeling like this.” You breathed out while wrapping your arms around yourself.

“It's not like it was a one night stand. You two were MARRIED. And have known each other since you two were fourteen. That doesn't go away overnight. There's going to be ups and downs with healing from that. It isn't linear.”

“But I'm just so MAD at him for what he did. No matter how much he tries to take it back and apologize, what's done is done. And that song felt like a legit slap to the face.”

“He's not perfect, but neither are you. He definitely could have gone about it a different way, but what's done is done and the only thing you can do is move forward from it.”

“He called you, didn't he?” You asked as you were eyeing Dani.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“DANIELLE….”

“He did and in not so many words, begged for me to convince you to talk to him and to stop ignoring his calls.”

“And? What did you tell him?”

“After I threatened him, I said that I would try to convince you, but no promises. He has a show in Miami in two days so I figured you two can talk then. If you want to, that is.”

“I don't know If I want to.” You answered being completely honest. 

“You said you missed him.”

“I miss a lot of things, but I've learned to adjust.”

“You aren't adjusting. You're avoiding it.”

“I don't remember asking for a therapy session.”

“Look, I get that you're hurting and want to take some time for yourself, but you cannot keep this bottled up because you are legit going to explode.” 

“What are people going to say if I take him back?”

“Who gives a flying fuck? That's your business and no one else's. Two people would be in that relationship and not the entire world.”

“But he legit disrespected me multiple times.” 

“Y/N, if you are looking for me to tell you what to do, it’s not going to happen. In the end, this has to be a decision that you have to live with. No one else. Just know that whatever you decide, I will support you 100%.”

Before you answered her, you simply sighed.

“What venue is he performing at on Saturday?”

—-

Saturday finally rolled around and you had been on edge for the entire day. The time for you to leave was inching closer and closer and you were seriously about to back out of it altogether. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself a once over in the floor length mirror at your black dress that you were wearing along with a pair of your Steve Madden sandals and was satisfied with how the outfit came together. You had straightened your hair earlier in the day, so the only thing left to do was to confront him.

You had been confronting a lot of people lately and wanted for this to be the end of it.

Dani volunteered to go with you and the two of you rode in silence to the venue with her taking quick glances at you to see that you were scrolling on your phone from time to time. Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, Jack was already on stage and Urban had quickly spotted the two of you.

“Hi Urby.” You said as he engulfed you in a bear hug.

“Hey, didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

“I didn’t know either until two days ago.”

“He’ll be happy to see you. Come this way so I can take you two backstage so you can watch from the side.”

“Hmm, we’ll see if that still rings true after I talk to him.”

All Urban did was hold his hands up in defense before shrugging since he knew that you were just about at your wits end with everything that had been going on. 

You and Dani quickly followed behind Urban and since everyone recognized you, you were able to get backstage with no problem. But you also knew in the back of your mind that your so-called ex-best friends were probably there as well, right along with Neelam. And of course she had spotted you.

“Y/N?”

“The one and only unless there’s another one that I don’t know about?” You quickly said to her as Dani stifled a laugh.

“Can we…?” She started to say, but you immediately cut her off.

“No. I’m here for one person and one person only. If I wanted to talk to any of the rest of you, I would have told you. I’ll let you know when I’m ready whenever that time comes.”

“I.. fair enough. You both can come over here to watch him from the side.”

It took less than five minutes for Jack to spot you standing on the side and he got the biggest smile on his face and you simply gave him a tight lipped smile in return. You did your part of willing to open the lines of communication, but if it was something that you didn’t want to hear, you were immediately going to cut it off.

Once his set was over, he quickly jogged off the stage towards you and opened his arms for a hug which surprisingly you actually returned.

You had missed this feeling. 

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” You asked him and he quickly nodded as he led the two of you to his dressing room.

Once the door was closed, you let him have it. 

“Babe? Is everything okay? What are you doing here? And I mean that in the best way possible.”

“Don't call me that, Jackman. You lost the privilege to do so. But let’s just cut to the chase shall we? You called Dani to get me to talk to you so here I am. Now onto my most pressing question, why didn't you tell me what Taylor did?” 

Jack, obviously taken aback, cleared his throat before answering you. And all he did was rock back and forth on his heels before sighing.

“Because I didn't think you would believe me if I had told you when it originally happened.”

“But not to say anything at all? You were supposed to protect me, we're supposed to protect each other! I had the fakest person under my nose for the longest and you said NOTHING.”

“I…. I didn't know what to do. You already didn't want to be bothered with me and I didn't want to create an even bigger mess. Wait, she told you?”

“Yes and kept asking me before she did if you had said something to me first.”

“I'm sorry, and I know that I should have. I would never cheat on you no matter how mad I might be. You mean too much to me for me to do that.”

“Hmm, your actions lately say otherwise. You hurt me with that shit you pulled and should have come and talked to me.”

“I know and I don't have an excuse for it. I just wish we could start over and just forget that any of this ever happened.”

“Do you honestly think that you deserve another chance?”

“Dani legit said the same thing.” He mumbled before taking a seat next to you and grabbing your left hand which was still decorated with your wedding ring. Except it wasn’t on your ring finger.

He began to play with it as he was waiting for you to say something.

“How do I know that something like this won’t ever happen again?” You asked and that was when he finally looked up at you.

“Because we’re going to communicate better and be honest with each other about how we’re feeling. That was my biggest downfall.”

“Hmm.”

“And I need to put you first. You were the one who was with me when I had absolutely nothing and I lost sight of that. Anytime I needed you, you were there but I didn’t give you that same treatment in return.”

“I want to believe you, I really do because I miss you, but… I just don’t know.”

“Y/N, please. Things are going to be different this time.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know if I’m at that point where I want to find out or not.” You answered being completely honest.

“Well, how long do you think that will take? You know I’m willing to wait. I legit do not want anyone else.”

“Only time will tell.” You shrugged while looking at him.

When he didn’t say anything else, you simply let go of his hand and began to get up.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I did what you asked and I came and heard what you had to say, did I not?”

“Yes, but…”

“And now I’m leaving.”

“Baby girl, just…”

“Just, what, Jack? Just what? You said your piece and I’ve said mine. When I’m ready to take you back, you’ll know.” 

“I love you and I want this. I want us.” He said as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“Yes, you’ve made that very clear and you’ve done it more than once.”

“At least just spend the night with me, let me take you out.”

“Maybe some other time. I’m pretty tired. I am pregnant, the last time I checked.”

“Okay, I get that. Some other time then.”

Jack then stood up and gave you another long embrace as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You then felt him cup your cheek and knew he wanted to kiss you. You wanted to kiss him too, but you definitely weren’t letting him back in that easily.

Instead of meeting his lips with yours, he met your cheek since you had turned your head and you heard him sigh.

“When I fully forgive you, you can give me as many kisses as your heart desires, but until then I need you to remember something for me.”

“What is it?

“Remember one thing, I'm not your girl.” You whispered against his lips before smirking and laughing to yourself as you made your way to the door of the dressing room.

“Drive Safe tonight, Jackman.” Was the last thing you said before you disappeared on the other side of the door leaving him absolutely speechless.

[crownmemes]

Penny Dreadful Sentences, Condensed

(Sentences from Penny Dreadful (2014-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"A wise man would walk away from this house and make a concerted effort to forget everything that occurred last night."

"There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration: piercing the tissue that separates life from death."

"Join me. With me, you will behold terrible wonders."

"We cannot unmake the past. We shall live with our guilt, you and I."

"You're hunting for a man, but you need to start hunting for a beast."

"As you grow up, you'll learn we all do things which cause us shame.

"If one is to engage with the primordial forces of darkness, one must expect a bit of social awkwardness."

"When the poets write of death, it's invariably serene. I wonder if that's what it is really."

"We've all done things to survive. There are such sins on my back it would kill me to turn around."

"Do you ever wish you could be someone else? Just run away from your life?"

"Do not weep. It brings no solace."

"When you asked for my company this afternoon, I did not expect this."

"You never change - except, of course, in every way that matters."

"You think you're going to be a hero? You are not. None of us are."

"This is worse than I knew it was going to be."

"Don't think I can't look into your wretched black heart and see the machinations laid bare!"

"All sad people like poetry."

"Do you think I don't understand what it is to be different?"

"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?"

"You'll never get your soul back. Not ever. Do you understand that?"

"True evil is, above all things, seductive."

"Do your ambitions not exceed this?"

"I've tasted success, and it's a meal I now wish to devour."

"How many scattered corpses will you leave in your bloody wake before your life has run its course?"

"You offer me a normal life. Why do you think I want that anymore?"

"You can't die until you've served your purpose."

"I'm not the man you knew. There's blood on my teeth, and in my soul, I think."

"Before you speak another word, I ask you to consider this: how valuable is your life?"

"I want to liberate your truest self: the beast that prowls around your heart."

"In this mortal world, you'll always be shunned for your uniqueness - but not with me."

"You have no sense of the terrors I will bring onto you."

"I've suffered long and hard to be who I am. I want my scars to show."

"If we're to continue, you must know how dangerous this is. How dangerous I am."

"I love you for who you are, not who the world wants you to be."

"The sun shall never shine so bright for me now I have walked in darkness. I cannot be the man I was."

"You think you're bold? You think you know sin? You're still learning the language. I wrote the bloody book!"

"I am, as you know, no stranger to killing."

"I don't want to make you good. I don't want you to be normal. I don't want you to be anything but who you truly are."

"You have tried for so long to be who everyone wants you to be - who you thought you ought to be. Why not be who you are instead?"

"It is too easy being a monster. Better to try to be human."

"Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal?"

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sweet Nothings

Quinn Hughes:

"As the evening sky turns into a velvet blanket of stars, my breath hitches at the sight of your mesmerizing beauty. The moonlight highlights your stunning features, making you glow like an angel. I yearn to explore your curves, tracing them with my fingers and my lips. Every gentle touch ignites a spark of desire, leaving me longing for more."

Jack Hughes:

"You're the sweetest, most irresistible person I've ever met. Your gorgeous smile radiates like the sun, and your eyes are like starlight in the night sky. Your soft touch and warm embrace make me feel safe, and your loving words fill my heart with joy. You complete me, body and soul, and I can't imagine life without your presence by my side. I love you."

Luke Hughes:

"You're all I can think about. You occupy my every thought. Your warmth and kindness are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep discovering more about you every day. I want to take care of you and make you happy, and I want you to return the favor. Together, let's create an atmosphere of love, trust, support, and commitment. There's no limit to how special we can make this connection."

Nico Hischier:

"I could gaze into your eyes forever, never tiring of their beauty. The sound of your voice is like music to my ears, making my heart sing. Your tender touch comforts my soul, as we connect on a deeper level. All I want to do is spend time with you, feeling your presence in every minute. Your essence is a sweet balm to my heart, providing much-needed solace in a chaotic world. I am lost in your warm embrace, finding peace and serenity in your arms."

Timo Meier:

"Your soulful eyes lure me in, just like a siren at sea. The scent of the ocean caresses my face, like a warm summer breeze. As we share an intimate glance, I feel a spark of electricity between us. Your touch is like honey to my soul, sending shivers down my spine. All my worries and troubles melt away, as you take me in."

John Marino:

"You are the most captivating person I've ever seen. I could stare at your face for hours and not get bored. Your smile could brighten the darkest of days. Your presence is like a warm embrace, providing a feeling of comfort and joy."

Kirby Dach:

"Your beautiful face, framed by your silky hair and eyes that sparkle with mischief, is like a masterpiece to behold. I can't help but stare, as I take in every inch of your stunning figure. Every curve, every line, and every feature is like poetry to me. As I gaze upon you and drink you in, all thoughts of the world around me vanish. I can only see you, and I feel completely captivated by you."

Juraj Slafkovsky:

"I could stare into your eyes forever, lost in their depths of beauty. Your soft lips beckon me, like a moth to a flame. As we come together, our bodies meld together, as one. Our bodies are intertwined, a dance of love and desire. With each movement, the waves of passion crash upon us, carrying us away into ecstasy."

Arber Xhekaj:

"You are like a warm ray of sunlight on a cold winter’s day. Your love and affection radiate from within, making me feel warm and safe. As we lie in each other’s arms, I feel my heart beating faster and faster. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly right where they belong. I long for your touch, your love, and your embrace. The world seems to melt away, as we are caught up in the moment. Our bodies connected, our minds intertwined, and our souls bonded."

Cole Caufield:

"Your presence is like a warm blanket, enveloping me with comfort and safety. You make me feel protected and loved, like we're living in our own little world. You have a way of making me feel at peace with the world. My life feels so much better now that you're in it. I want to show you all the affection and love you deserve, and I'm willing to go above and beyond to make you happy. Together we explore new possibilities and create memories that will last a lifetime. There's no limit to what we can achieve together."

Trevor Zegras:

"There's something magical about us. When we're together, it's like we're in our own little world. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms, and no matter what the day holds, I know I can count on you to make me feel loved and appreciated. With you by my side, I could take on anything life throws at us. I'm so glad I found you."

Jamie Drysdale:

"Your smile is as bright as the sun. Your eyes are as mesmerizing as the stars on a clear night sky. Your touch is as soft as a feather, and when we're together, there's no other place I would rather be. I want to cherish every moment with you and make sure to never take our time together for granted. There's nothing else in this world that compares to the feeling of being with you. You complete me."

[corpseri]

TWTPTFLOB WITH GEN-Z READER PART 2

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was Dion centred because I like him. Also this was less gen-z as I hoped, and it was more of a story lmao

We need to go back to the beginning. Your friend from your own world gave you a manhwa recommendation, Roxana. Its about a girl who ikesai's into a manhwa to protect the original female leads older brother for her survival

You fell asleep with your phone in your hand, hearing the sounds of a woman whispering in your ear, so close, yet so far away

You awoke in the arms of a man, half of his face covered with a black mask, with a cloak hiding his figure

After blinking a few times, your eyes focus and you're met face to face with the second oldest son of the Black Agriche

"WHAT THE SIGMA??? MY GOAT??? IN THE FLESH???

"...did you just call me a goat?"

"It's a good thing dw bro"

"Interesting... where did you come from?"

"You tell me, you're the one holding me in your arms. Idk how I got here"

He's perplexed. On one hand, he could kill you, but on the other hand, you're far too interesting to let go of

"...come with me. We're going somewhere"

"Where are we going?"

"To your new home"

After a few minutes of walking, you pass out in his arms, tired and overwhelmed from your journey

You woke up once more in a lavish bed, the brightness of the light burning your retinas as you place anl hand over your face

You get up from your position, face once again with the same man who helped you here, in a chair next to you

"You're awake"

"Uuuuuuhhh yes I am. Thanks for noticing"

"Where did you come from? I will not ask a third time"

"From uuuuuhhh the east! Yeah, my family lives there. I got lost hahaha"

"And now you're a liar?"

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"Your choice of attire is... bold"

You look down, seeing the MLP shirt you wore to sleep last night. It featured the mane six, with the MLP logo at the top

"Do NOT disrespect My Little Pony. Its the best show ever"

"They're... horses with feminine, human facial features"

"They're PONIES, actually"

Then you proceeded to tell the entire lore of MLP to him, not aware your stomach was growling every five minutes from talking so much

Someone knocked on the door, and lo and behold, was Roxana, the main character of the manhwa

Instantly from the MLP shirt you wore you were not from this world, you were sent here, like her, and it was in her best interest to keep you alive

"Ah yes, Father did tell me about your... new pet. Quite interesting to care so much about this one"

"They interest me. I don't think I'll be bored for long while to come"

"I see. Well, goodbye"

Intense. Big yikes.

Lante decided to let you stay here. As his unofficial favourite child wanted a toy, why would he say no?

After being changed into more appropriate clothing, you walked around the Manor, taking everything in. While taking everything in, you FORGOT to take in the way to get back to your room. You're lost

In a panic, you go back the way you came, only to end up in halls you don't even recognise. Luckily, a familiar face is here to help

"Ah, look, Sierra! What a cute little thing! Where do you think it came from?"

"Uuuh... well, your son was mentioned in having a new... companion"

"That rock I gave birth to? What, I must take care of them then!"

"I don't think that's wise..."

"Enough"

You all turn your heads to see Roxanna, with Jeremy in tow. She grabs your wrist, dragging you away.

"Girl let go! If you grip any tighter my blood circulation will cut off!"

"Didn't your parents teach you to not disrespect my sister?!"

"Didn't your parents teach you not to speak when the adults are talking?!"

A sigh escapes the female's lips, standing in front of the door on which you came out of

"That bastard's room? Why are we here?"

"Not now, Jeremy"

She opens the door, shoving you inside. A large slam can be heard which makes you jump a little, not before coming fave to face with the tall man

"Where were you?"

"Walking around. Got lost. Met two women. Saw a girl and her blueberry dog and they dragged me here. Slammed the door. I'm here"

You were against telling them that you were aware of their names and the roles they played in the manhwa. If Roxanna were to find out you read the manhwa where she was the main character, it would lead to events changing which means you can't follow the story, hence not knowing future events

"Uuuh. Is this your room?"

"Our room now. You are mine, this is your room too"

"Oh um... thanks, I guess. I don't know your name, though"

"It's Dion"

"Oh... my name's Alex"

"Why do you continue to lie to me?"

"I'm not lying"

"..."

"Fine. Its [name]"

"Well, [name], welcome to your new life"

©️umi-adxhira [24/10/2024]

[generic-enthusiast]

You and I were meant to be, like open roads and gasoline

Johnny lets out a whoop as they speed down a country road.

Dally's driving, like he always does on those special Saturdays when they manage to escape for a couple hours, and he's breaking about five traffic laws at a time. Usually Johnny is the most law-abiding of the gang, but today he can't be bothered.

The freedom of sticking his head out the window as they speed down an empty road with nothing but dust and tumbleweed around them almost lets him forget their neighbourhood's oppressive smallness.

Maybe we were never meant to stray

Dally thought– he thought they were meant to be.

Not the way they wanted, that would never be possible, but somehow. As friends, making the world think they were like brothers.

God had different plans, apparently.

Things were never going to be easy, and Dally never expected them to be, but he also never thought he would watch the love of his life use his last words on someone else.

You and I, we go together,

They're lying side by side in the field near the Curtises' house. Johnny's watching the stars and Dally's watching Johnny, both calmly awed in the way you can only be when beholding overwhelming beauty.

"We'll go together, right, Dal?" Johnny asks, turning his head towards Dally and breaking the silence that'd settled over them. "You won't leave me alone?"

Dally frowns as Johnny meets his eyes.

"What made ya think o' that?"

Johnny shrugs as well as he can while lying down and looks back up at the sky.

"Just thinking. 'Bout how we're tiny, really, and stars prolly live for a lot longer'n us."

Dally doesn't respond, but he turns his head to look at the stars. They're not all that much, he thinks. Not as impressive as everyone promises they are.

He turns his head back towards Johnny.

"An' greasers ain't exactly known for long lives."

"I ain't gettin' myself killed while you're still around, Johnny Cade, so don't go getting yourself any ideas," Dally snaps at him, sharp in a way that would make most people flinch but only makes Johnny smile softly.

"Don’t worry your pretty little head 'bout it, Dallas. Ain't nothing gonna happen." Johnny sounds happy, relaxed, as he drifts off to sleep.

Fireflies and southern weather

Pure, youthful laughter fills the air as they chase fireflies in the warm weather.

It isn't fake or snarled or cackling, for once; just the pure joy of chasing tiny specks of light among the darkness, running in the middle of the night.

For once, they can forget that they're only sleeping in a field because they have nowhere else to go and that they're pretty much all the other one has, because they're allowed to be young now. Young and free and laughing.

Maybe things are better off this way

"You ever think of runnin'? Just... leaving? Leavin' all the Socs and greasers and everythin'?"

Dally doesn't respond for a couple seconds.

"Didn't think of you as the type to run, Johnnycake."

"I ain't never done it," Johnny says defensively

"Well, if ya did I'd be right there with ya."

A beat.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

It hits him suddenly how true that is. He would follow Johnny anywhere, to the end of the world itself, if it meant they would stay together.

I'm coming home today

There's no laughter as Dally runs through the dark alone a year later, chased by sirens and flashing lights.

Even if he can't see the fireflies tonight and all he can hear are the blaring sirens and his friends' cries, only one thought runs through his mind as he remembers that night: Johnny didn't keep his promise, he didn’t let them go together.

But Dally always knew he would follow Johnny anywhere.

[batgirlsay]

Always Parallel

“Separated by the Wall” Playlist for Obiyuki Trope Madness 2025 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

I literally just searched for “wall” lyrics in each of my favorite bands and found some great ones! I love the figurative wall in “Asymptotic” and the cute lyric video that inspired the playlist title. The Eisley song also works as a perfect intro and I’m glad the other songs have lyrics that work well too (even if it gets a little bitter by the end...).

Always Parallel

A Sight to Behold- Eisley I Will Steal You Back- Jimmy Eat World Asymptotic- Louie Zong Future Me Hates Me- The Beths Better Open the Door- Motion City Soundtrack Over & Over- Mae Ruins- Matt Pond PA Home is a Fire- Death Cab for Cutie All We Have- Anberlin

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut:

A Sight to Behold- Eisley How does one approach this When all our past loves have let us down

Let's break the walls down And find how to live 'Cause you and I have So much to give

I know that I have taken things I've taken things I had for granted I know this one thing's for sure I won't let you ever walk out my door

I Will Steal You Back- Jimmy Eat World

When you pull me in sometimes I almost feel The picture in my head is just too real It's gonna be how it is, there's some things you don't change I'm done with telling myself that story

How slowly we built the walls Years they pile up I will steal you back

To feel secure, not feel anything I only pick a fight I'm sure to lose So how can I not hold my hope for you

Asymptotic- Louie Zong

We're asymptotic We're on it Til the end of linear time

Divided by the smallest, slimmest line Asymptotic Obliquely, here's the point of this speech As close as we could ever get, you'll be just out of reach

It's derivative to say You're integral to me We're off on our own tangents

It was never meant to be We were always parallel

Future Me Hates Me- The Beths

I never wanted to, I didn't wanna fall I don't believe that love's a good idea at all

Oh, then the walls become thin And somebody gets in, I'm defenseless But it won't happen again

There's something about you I wanna risk going through Future heartbreak, future headaches Wide-eyed nights late lying awake With future cold shakes from stupid mistakes Future me hates me for

Better Open the Door- Motion City Soundtrack

You better open the door Before I take a hammer to the walls around it I cannot let you inside my cell For fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down

And it's all uphill from here At least I hope so

Over & Over- Mae

I woke up eager to greet the day And ask the questions that troubled me Thinking you and I could work it out peacefully

This is how we stay Over and over games we play We could rise or give in But is over and over happening again?

Am I to wonder what comes of this? Or try to make any sense of it? Do these walls we build have any significance? And will summer's birth bring difference? So here we are now waiting for June I hear that we're humming different tunes

We see the same thing but differently Stuck in our separate realities

Ruins- Matt Pond PA

Were you just being funny When you put me to sleep? I was staring the sky down Through the dark leaves

You make and break me a million pieces Let 'em shine, let 'em shine You push, you tear the walls around me Ruins in the starry skies

Now we're disappearing Strictly speaking the vague lines of ghosts You were talking 'bout heaven All I see is unknown

Home is a Fire- Death Cab for Cutie

Tempting a clean break There's nowhere left to go Watching the roots weave Through cracks in the concrete

Home, home is a fire A burning reminder Of where we belong With walls built up around us The bricks make me nervous They're only so strong, though

All We Have- Anberlin

Why do we have it out for each other? When all we have is each other? Where did we start to build these walls? And is there any way to storm your gates? Brick by brick I try to fill the home together But I'm the one who burned it down

[thequeenskeep]

Self Care Tips 💄

Exude Wealth and Class

In the spirit of lightheartedness, I want to share some of the self-care habits I've developed that have helped me build discipline and routine. Oftentimes, when we speak so seriously about self-mastery it may become unrelatable. I know that we women pride ourselves on our dedication to looking and feeling like our best selves. This skill can be the stepping stone to new heights. Within numerology, the number one represents the self; the very first step to improvement begins with us. Hygiene reflects mental sharpness, wealth, class, and spiritual favor. Instead of denying yourself love because you look unconventional cultivate your look. Be unique. Be the representation you want to see in the world. Please research the tips I provide, as they may not be compatible with everyone.

Facial Massages. Wow oh wow. These have seriously changed my life. I do them to shape my face and help me relax. They increase blood flow and give your skin a youthful, buoyant look. I also massage my neck and shoulders; I really love to do this at night to help me destress.

Hair Steam Treatment. Whenever I moisturize or condition my hair I ensure that it is dripping wet. I apply whatever product I want to really absorb into my hair, then put on a shower cap or processing cap. I leave it on for an hour and the heat from my scalp steams the water infusing my hair with hydration. My hair is so soft every time I do this and gives me a break between steps.

Bathing. Seriously, if all you can afford is 20 minutes a week you will be thanking me. Bathing is an experience. Sitting in the tub, watching the bubbles glisten on your skin, the warmth and aromatics filling your senses, complete relaxation being submerged in nature's hug. A good bath will make you forget everything troubling for a true moment of bliss. When it feels like the world is crumbling down on you take a salt bath and pray.

Foot care. Now this is a big one. The soles of your feet are your connection to the divine feminine. Cleansing and renewing your feet is important for spiritual well-being. Make sure you also take care of your nails. Weekly manicures and biweekly pedicures will keep everything prim and proper.

Dry Brushing. OMGGG! I SWEAR by dry brushing my skin has never been more supple. I've used various forms of exfoliation and got the best results from dry brushing. I like to do a light chemical exfoliation to help renew the skin this, however, is optional.

Movement. I know we're having a great time ladies but this is my final tip. Move your body! Stagnant energy will spill over into everything you do. Stop rotting in bed. Go outside, do yoga, workout, dance, whatever you feel called to do even if it's just 5 minutes a day. If we want to see movement in our lives we need to move ourselves.

Beauty is a significant aspect of life if you'd like to read my thoughts on the power of beauty please refer to:

[riddles-n-games]

So, I wanted to make this as an appreciation post for the fandom. Looking at all the reveals we've gotten in the last few days and seeing how much the world of TIG has expanded so quickly, I've been getting a bit nostalgic.

When I joined this fandom, it was August of 2022, barely a month out from the release date of The Final Gambit, the finale of The Inheritance Games. I found out about TIG at a random bookstore on a road trip and I had immediate interest (the hot tub scene sold me so quick). I was also still somewhat new to Tumblr back then but I wanted to see what the hype was here.

Back then, we were still in the Averyjameson vs Averygrayson era even though I'd say things were cooling down a bit. But, that's not my point. The community was getting ready for this; there were chapter reveals, theories, and oh, it was awesome. I was so happy to be part of it. And some of the people who made it a lively place back then are still here, but unfortunately, some have gone quiet. @averysjameson, @guppyclato, @lesbianator3000, @margolovescoffeeandbooks, and @cherryschaos, thank you for making my days back then. I know you may have moved on, but I thank you for the contribution you made at the time.

The only thing I will not miss is the toxicity that Averyjameson and Averygrayson fans plagued this fandom with and divided us so much. We had a lot back then to still savor, why did we have to do that to sour the tag when this series had so much more to offer than just the romantic subplot? There was a mystery at large and so many other characters to love. We only seemed to agree on hating Emily and the old man. Moving on, let's never do that again and if there is another love triangle, let's try being more mature about it. I know we can. If Gray, Avery, and Jamie moved on, so can we.

When we were told of The Brothers Hawthorne back in October 2022 and given those first chapters for the new book, I was over the moon. We were going to finally see the POVs of two favorites; Grayson and Jameson. I was so excited to see from Jamie's perspective, to get a mystery set in London and for him to solve it with Avery; it was an Averyjameson dream. However, come the actual release of the book and I was honestly so disappointed. I'm not sure why it didn't hit the levels it should have but I already said my piece on that and while I still have some disdain for that story, I look fondly at the parts I did love. And funny enough, I told myself Grayson's story will just have to do only because I was feeling sour over Jameson's plot. But low and behold, I loved it! It was deep, funny, interesting, and held my attention as if I was in TIG all over again and it hit more high notes than Jameson's. I may attribute that to the familial connections we see displayed there but it felt more rewarding and even if JLB still had more for Grayson's development, that didn't mean Jameson had to suffer for it. However, I'm hoping that this story here was a fluke and I'm putting my best foot forward in believing that maybe reading Averyjameson through Avery's POV again in Games Untold will give back that familiar feeling I've been missing for two years. I never said I wouldn't try again.

Now, we've entered a new era and this is a third for me; The Grandest Game and Games Untold. During this period, I met @hathorneheiress, my fanfic bestie, and a lot of my current supporters have been with me since TBH. I thank you very much for sticking with me by liking, reblogging, and commenting on my posts. You make my day in the same way I assume my content makes yours. I haven't said that enough and I don't think it will ever be. I'm happy that we're all still here now and going into this new unknown with our theories, headcanons, new characters, and plots. I'm sure it will be a blast. Thank you for giving me that feeling again these last few days; it felt like being with Avery and the gang, running through the House, finding another clue, waiting in anticipation what it reveals.

I hope that this next series is everything we hope for it to be, a new start for Gray, a chance to bond with the new characters we met in The Brothers Hawthorne, and an opportunity to make it feel like the hay days of the first book. I hope that Games Untold lets us relish that feeling with the original cast, to relive the good old days, to meet up with some old friends we haven't seen in a while, and to have that final hurrah that leaves us on the highest of highs in the best way possible. Maybe it'll make it easier to say goodbye to the ways it used to be and embrace the new storytellers but of course, with the way JLB leaves us hanging with every story she gives, who is to say that'll be it?

Thank you to everyone who makes theories, headcanons, fanfics, fanart, and so many other things that leave us wanting more. Thank you to everyone who showers that content with support in the form of likes, comments, and reblogs. Thank you to everyone who has been here from the beginning, in the middle, and now. You all made this a special place. Thank you to everyone who made this community that way and continue to do so every day. I'm happy to be a small part of that. See you in the next post.

-Mystery Girl's Red String

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Strawberries

A cute sappy one shot because I'm very sentimental about these two rn Ft: Astarion and my Durge, Lillith.

Astarion and Lillith sit on the dock of the abandoned marina they've made camp in. Everyone else has all but settled in for the night. Astarion has a basket of strawberries sitting next to him that they got in the city market. The waves of the water lap gently at the wood of the dock. Rocking the surface they sit on. They both hang their legs over the side of the dock, submerging their feet under the cool water. They're holding hands. It's peaceful, for once. Lillith stares into the distance at nothing in particular, just listening to the distant sounds of the city and the water ahead. "Can you describe what you see to me?" Lillith asks. A routine event. Her lack of sight doesn't impede on much besides losing a chance at seeing the beauty of the world. It breaks Astarions heart. He tries to describe the scene in front of them in detail: "Well, we're sitting on a dock, there's a large body of water ahead with a few ships rocking in the distance. Further on, there's the faint glow of the city buildings. There's a light fog around us and the moon shines brightly above us. Countless stars pattern the sky. It is truly a sight to behold" "It sounds beautiful" Lillith says longingly. "It is."

Astarion is silent for a moment.

"It's just not fair my love." Astarion hisses. "It's not fair that you've had such a precious thing taken from you. You deserve to see just how much colour there is in the world" His voice breaks slightly and a few tears threaten to breach the surface. Lillith closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Taking in the salty air of their surroundings and sensing the world around her. "Life is beauty. It's so much more than just seeing. You described to me what I can feel around us. I can smell the salt in the air, feel the cool water on my skin. I can sense the flickers of light before me. I can feel the docks rocking us gently. I've come to terms with my situation, and I don't feel like I'm living any less for it. I have you, my love. I have our friends, I have a whole future ahead of me to spend with the ones I care for. What more could I ask for than that?" A few moments of silence. Then Astarion reaches over to the basket of strawberries at his side and picks the best looking one from the bunch. "Open your mouth darling" Astarion purrs. Lillith obeys, parting her rosy lips to allow Astarion to place the strawberry in her mouth. She bites into it. Sweet, crisp, just a little tart. Perfect. "Mm! Thank you! Do you want a taste?" She holds the remaining bit of fruit up to Astarions direction. He gently lowers her hand and instead reaches for her chin, guiding her towards his lips. He kisses her deeply, his tongue lapping at her own getting some of the remaining juice from the strawberry that was still on her lips and tongue. Finally pulling away with a deep sigh. "Hm, delicous" Astarion purrs. "Me or the strawberry?" Lillith laughs. "Yes" Astarion says with a smirk. "I see what you mean though, I could still taste the flavour of the strawberry without having a bite of it myself. You helped me experience it. I dare say it tasted better coming from you rather than the fruit itself. There is something, quite beautiful about that...As long as you're at peace with your lack of sight, I will be as well." "I have everything I could ever need my love. For the first time in well, forever, I am happy". She leans her head against Astarions shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence while the night stretches on. Once, the night was the source of his torment. Now, it's a sanctuary.

[whimsicaldiaeries]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ new D&D character alert :: Marionetta 🎭🤡🎪💫

behold, my beloved human bard :: Marionetta from an upcoming Curse of Strahd Campaign ! 🎪

I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER DESIGN !! i think i got possessed for a sec idk ANYWAY, HEYAAAAA !! I'M ALIVE IT'S SUMMER BREAK !! and omg i'm so honored to play in another CaS campaign ... i'm actually gonna be a surprise player in the party disguised as a spectator. i cannot wait to see their reactions LMAO lemme just yap about her rq:

BACKSTORY

SO !! i'll keep it short ... marionetta basically grew up in a lively world - festivals, carnivals, circuses, the likes - mostly performing acrobatic tricks and songs [trust, she knows how to navigate a tightrope lol]. i like to believe she had a genuine passion for these things and was pretty tightknit with her siblings ......... until she got sold :p HAHA she got sold to another ringmaster as a maid/servant, and it was a complete shift in her life - she was now a spectator, and worse, just a mere property ....... byebye spotlight for her! to be honest . marionetta almost became a shell of a person - on top of losing her career, family, everything she ever lived for .... it didn't help she was often verbally abused and discriminated by the head maid of the manor and was practically just ... furniture. what completely steeled her though is when, after years serving in the manor, she found an old carnival dress she brought with her that was in her suitcase. (she only opened it now just bc of caelum's encouragement) she tried it on and GOD did all the repressed emotions and memories start pouring back to her . but RUH ROH the head maid caught her and practically ripped the dress off to shreds XDDDDD yeah man after this she went "Man fml imma kms istg" BUT RUH ROH! YEARS LATER THE RINGMASTER DIED! marionetta made a run for it after his death during the funeral preparations, with literally nothing to her name. she took her old ripped carnival dress and maid dress then sowed them into one cohesive outfit - the two remnants of her past. after the death of her ringmaster, she originally jumped from village to village and attempted to make coin through taking on commissions ,,, but this futile when she realized it started to mentally and physically drain her as she often did them alone under the pressure of time constraints and lack of proper equipment .... and she was like "nah man this is way too exhausting imma dip but how else do i make money" BUT THEN RUH ROH! SHE HEARS RUMORS OF VALLAKI!! WHERE ITS ONLY HAPPINESS THERES ALOT OF FESTIVALS AND SADNESS IS ILLEGAL! WOOOOOOOOOOW!!! so obviously . marionetta flees and settles there and for a while its actually going good for her!! she became a regular ol' street performer, and its not much, but it rekindled her passion and spark for performing :) a everyones nice, happy, and people are enjoying her performances.... but it all feels so empty . hollow . and all of a sudden performing isn't fun anymore . it aint AUTHENTIC !! it aint FUN ! it aint REAL !! everyones forced to be happy How can she say that she's making an impact on people and making them smile when its literally ... illegal to be sad AND THAT'S WHEN SHE MEETS THE PARTY!!!!!!!! AND THAT GIVES HER ENOUGH MOTIVATION TO GET OUTTA VALLAKI AND EXPLORE DA DAMN WORLD! ALSO!!! it's important to note that these are just the major events that she remembers. her past and memories are very very hazy, we're talking amnesia hazy. fragments of her past will appear on unexpected moments, as per my DM, so i can't wait to see what he has in store cos i also don't know what he'll be adding for her backstory lol

wow that was not short ! HAHAHAHAHAH and here are her designated NPCS (copypasted):

Caelum - The charismatic human rogue she met once during her time as the ringmaster’s maid. He used to often sneak her out to festivals and taverns (and sometimes the ringmaster’s circus events) as her escapism, and she eventually developed unresolved feelings for him. She left him without telling him when she fled after the ringmaster’s death. She wishes to meet him again and make things right.

Brivette “The Madame” - The head maid Marionetta received constant cruelty and verbal abuse from. She remembers the time The Madame tore out her carnival ballet dress, in which she resents her for it. Marionetta heard around the grapevine that The Madame now runs the Late Ringmaster’s Circus. 

Roux - The best friend Marionetta made when she was still working under the Ringmaster. They were a street painter/artist and were in a trio circle with Caelum and Marionetta. Now works under The Madame as a professional painter. Marionetta also left them without telling them anything.

Nico - The smooth-talking con artist that taught Marionetta how to deceive people and disguise as different personas. Marionetta met him when she was still jumping from village to village. Also an ex-fling. May or may not have ties to small shady underground circles (He would brag about it and Marionetta would just roll her eyes in disbelief).

AAAAAH I LUV HER!! it's also worth it to note that one player knows that i'll be joining, and we've connected our characters together except it's in a string of misunderstandings and odd coincidences lol. like theyll recognize each other when they meet BUT as time goes on there'll be more and more disparities and theyll realize "wait ure not the person i thought u were ....." hahahaha its gonna be funny I'M SO EXCITED RAGH!!!

[illadjusteds]

ᵎᵎ     (   tamino  amir.  twenty5.  trans  man.  he/him.   )  thank  god  you’re  here,  man  -  have  you  seen  NAJI  AL-HAIFA  anywhere?  i  totally  lost  them  after  their  rendition  of  lilac  wine  by  jeff  buckley  last  night.  no?  they’re  like,  aye  -  high  and  go  to  PALLADIAN  -  i  think  they’re  a  junior  studying  MEDIAEVAL  STUDIES  &  PAINTING?  but  who  knows,  these  days.  all  i  know  is  that  they’re  METICULOUS,  INDULGENT  and  a  SAGITTARIUS.  last  night  they  kept  going  on  and  on  about  how  they  won  BEST  DRESSED  IF�� IT  WAS  STILL  2014  last  year,  which  is  cool  and  whatever,  but  i  just  wouldn’t  expect  it  out  of  them,  considering  they’re  so,  like,  SUBDUED  &  LOFTY,  you  know?  anyways  -  i’m  going  to  check  down  by  book  stew,  i  think  that’s  where  they  like  to  hang.  text  me  if  you  see  them,  okay?  bye!

─── ⟡ : pinterest.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : the basics.

full   name.   naji aubin al-haifa   nickname(s).   none   age.   twenty5   birthdate.   december 7th   hometown.   lyon, auvergne-rhone-alpes, france   gender.   trans man  pronouns.   he/him   orientation.   biromantic, bisexual   ethnicity.   egyptian, belgian   nationality.   french

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 : the specs.

faceclaim.   tamino amir   height.   6ft 0.5in   hair   color.   raven black   eye   color.   hazel   scar(s).   top surgery scars that have faded with time   piercing(s).   double lobes on each ear   tattoo(s).   a smattering of various small pieces, from little imps to small symbols and decorative details across his hands and fingers, his skin is an ever-evolving canvas   other   distinct   feature(s).   dark eyelashes, headphones in world out - it's almost like they're literally bolted to his head, bushy eyebrows   style.   a variety of sorts that mostly just relies on the two basics of denim pant and cool shirt (whatever cool means to him on that given day), a lot of secondhand stuff that makes him feel something so marie kondo can be proud, chainmaille jewelry and other various silver accessories of course

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 : quick facts.

grew  up  with  his  biological  mother  and  her  friend  named  noele  he  thought  was  just  her  roommate  but  it  turns  out  they  were  lovers  the  whole  time!  good  for  them!  his  grandparents  would  also  live  there  from  time  to  time,  as  they  technically  owned  the  home  but  were  usually  off  traveling

his  mother  worked  for  the  UN  so  she  also  traveled  a  lot  to  attend  various  conferences  and  would  leave  him  under  noele's  care,  so  they  did  forge  a  really  close  bond.  she  was  a  freelance  artist  who  originally  started  selling  at  street  markets,  but  eventually  made  her  way  into  the  private  gallery  scene

she  was  the  one  who  taught  him  how  to  paint  for  real  <3  his  fondest,  most  formative  memory  of  sitting  in  front  of  the  street-facing  window,  simply  painting  fuzzy  little  figures  of  what  passed  by.  he  also  just  loves  the  smell  of  paint  thinner  ?  idk  ?  not  in  a  huffing  it  sort  of  way  it's  like  when  you  like  gasoline  you  know  ...

the  mediaevel  studies  interest,  you  ask  ?  a  knight's  tale  (2007)  made  him  go  hey,  armor  looks  really  fucking  cool  and  that,  paired  with  a  we're  hiring  sign  for  a  seasonal  position  as  a  food  vendor  at  a  renaissance  faire  really  sealed  the  deal.  this  is  to  say  he  was  slinging  turkey  legs  and  schnitzel  since  he  was  15.  he  would  watch  jousting  from  the  sidelines  during  his  lunch  breaks,  thinking  knights  were  the  coolest  people  ever  ...  lo  and  behold  !  a  promotion  !  congrats,  naji,  you're  18  now  !  how  do  you  fare  with  a  lance  ?  a  few  dislocated  shoulders  and  other  performance  jousting  accidents  later,  he's  been  doing  it  every  time  the  faire  rolls  around,  first  in  lyon  and  now,  luckily,  in  bath  as  well

he's  relatively  shy  in  person  at  first  glance,  pretty  soft  spoken and subdued,  but  once  the  armor  is  on,  it's  like  he  turns  into  someone  else  <3 also tends to be more coy in private spaces

he  also  really  blooms  around  small  groups  -  definitely  more  of  a  kickback  type  person  than  someone  who  feels  comfortable  in  big  parties.  it's  a  complete  180  when  he's  around  those  he's  closest  to

always  walks  around  with  his  big  ass  headphones  in,  sketching  anything  from  trees  to  architecture  to  someone  sitting  on  a  bench  with  their  chin  resting  on  their  palm  as  they  read

he  only  utilizes  the  uni's  studio  space  if  he  has  to,  but  prefers  painting  in  his  flat's  living  room  as  he  can  truly  set  the  vibe,  regardless  of  how  busy  it  is  since  he  lives  w/  more  people  than  most  would  be  comfortable  with

also  LOVES  going  to  a  pub  or  grunge  bar  -  live  music  is  everything  and  the  way  he  can  feel  the  bass  in  his  chest  is  so  satisfying

has  a  pet  crested  gecko  named  bors,  after  the  knight  in  king  arthur's  court  -  no  special  reason,  he  just  thought  that  name  was  the  coolest

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 : wanted connections.

ride or die(s) — these two have known each other their whole lives (family friends, went to international school together, etc.) and can't see the rest of their own without the other being in it. plain and simple together forever but in the most pure platonic love.

no strings attached — a purely physical platonic connection forged out of boredom and convenience. they don't really talk much outside of whatever this arrangement is so it's kind of awkward when they see each other in different settings i just think it'd be silly <3

[argonautsoul]

The need for “positive thinking” is itself a negative thought.

The desire for a more positive experience is itself a negative experience. And, paradoxically, the acceptance of one’s negative experience is itself a positive experience.

“Creating your reality is about so much more than ‘positive thinking’. So much of what we chose is based on habits, behaviors, beliefs that you are unconscious of. This is why a lot of people use “law of attraction” and end up feeling worse.”

Maryam Hasnaa

Both “happiness” (an emotional state, or “affect” in psychology) and “positive outlook” (an attitude or mindset) have to be cultivated and nurtured over time. They can’t be learned or acquired in a hurry.

And even if it is possible to “flood” yourself with these it may be covering up some underlying issue for now. A temporary fix at best.

Our negative emotions are the result of our biases and prejudices (fears).

And the more you intend to control the more you build resistance which then creates a vicious circle you trap yourself in. 

Negative doesn’t means something that is “against”. Negative means “the lack of” or “less”. Negative energy is really just less positive energy, and this is why the electricity is able to flow… because what is exceeding will naturally move to where is less… the plus and minus ions are not exactly different. 

Negativity is there for a reason. It is to move the world, to balance it.

Something bad happens to you? Perhaps you can use it to strengthen yourself, to improve yourself.

Meaning often stems from difficult things, which leave many negative feelings in their wake.

The truth is negative emotions are unavoidable, there is no perfect state that lasts forever, there is no nirvana, once you realize that a huge weight lifts off your shoulders because you realize there is no great party that you're missing out on, we're all in the same boat and from that comes empathy.

Empathy means we can feel others' pain, and are willing to help them feel better.

The more we aware of our flaws, vices and misdeeds, the more our empathy for others grows. When we are in love, our partner’s problems become our very own. That is empathy. You will do anything to help anyone that you love.

Many of us lack empathy, some will only do nice things for you if it makes them feel good about themselves. (Never because they love or care for you — without empathy relationships are usually transactional and very hurtful, — however, it is still a win for you, bc you come to know that you’ll never want to be a part of anything like this ever again).

Empathy is indistinguishable from acting.

One who has empathy acts the part. Inside them there is purity, a honest and sincere heart.

Love is as love does.

[Autistic people have empathy, too. They feel bad when someone is hurt. Even if they don't show it a normative way.]

This is the light: bringing joy into the lives of others.

You can bring positivity into the lives of others.

And creating a positive impact on the world.

You create a ripple effect of positivity and kindness that changes the world.

It is when we serve others that we really find ourselves because we have tapped into our truth of our core being of intelligence and love (frequencies of creation).

Look for, focus on goodness, and demonstrate goodness, including paying attention to your words and thoughts, intentions, and reactions.

The point is doing something good for someone else, sincerely.

Serving others is a great way to create more peace, joy and harmony for yourself and others.

I slept, and dreamt that life was joy.

I awoke, and saw that life was service.

I acted, and behold, service was joy.

— Rabindranath Tagore

LoA will attract more of the same (GOOD & GOODness) to your experiences/life. In a while, depending on your allowance; you won't have as many “Negative”...

We can indeed do something with pure intentions and still en-“joy” the result it may bring. Speaking from experience, I love seeing the joy in others when I make them happy, and it also makes me feel good and I enjoy that.

[grapejuicegay]

I've been struggling with Kawi's future in ep 7, where he has abandoned all his friends, has serious issues, and Pearmai has left him because he doesn't think of anything but himself. It felt wrong to me given how again and again we're shown how much Kawi wants to care for Pearmai, likes looking out for her, from the very beginning...

...to the point where he opened himself up to a rejection that haunted him for 18 years, prompting him to never sing again, just so he could make an effort to better himself for her. How do you go from that to this?

@waitmyturtles talks about how the show wants you to pay attention to time and truth and how it is relative to the moment in which it is being sought.

For 12 years, Kawi's truth was that the moment he was "rejected" (@waitmyturtles: truth is relative to the beholder) was the moment his life went downhill. Everything was defined by that moment that he considered a finality. Everything after that was him going through the motions - including his father dying - in that things keep happening to him and he just moves through it rather than as an active participant.

@rocketturtle4 has also pointed out that when Kawi uses the crystal ball, everyone seems to freeze in their character development at the moment from which Kawi jumps forward in time.

The first time he jumps back and he is Pisaeng's best man, Kawi believes everything is the same while Pisaeng thinks they are already friends.

The second time he jumps back is after he had lunch with Pearmai and his only new certainty is that he's the same but him and Pear are now friends. Except Pisaeng has also had this moment

And so we get Pear and Pisaeng still getting married (but him Pear and Pisaeng are all friends) and Pisaeng showing up with a confession for Kawi that he likes him.

And now the third time. The third time around, this is what Kawi thinks of himself

Someone special. Someone for whom nothing is impossible - the girl he likes might be interested in him and he just saved his father's life. In that moment, he is on top of the world. And he remains there in this version of the future.

@dribs-and-drabbles said in her post, "Kawi's Self - his identity - is built from his memories of the past and his immoveable desire of what he wanted and still wishes his future to look like."

This time around, he has goals (some of them originating from his desire to be good enough for Pear but now he has enough things happening in his life that it's not just about her). And those goals, along with the exhilarated mindset he was in was how we get the Kawi we saw there. Successful but so cocky that he's driving people away. And the exhilaration translates into constant partying, constant drinking.

Lin also said "he hasn't had enough time in his changed past to process the new memories of his past" which is true the first two times, but the third time he goes back he's about a year in the future (around the time his dad was supposed to have died, which was a year after his rejection) and has been an active participant in what is happening to him. Which is why this time around he also has memories of the past 12 years. Because there are memorable things happening.

Even Pisaeng is frozen in the moment that Kawi went back to the future. He still feels the same, he's still a patient guy, and still open with his feelings.

But the thing that made me absolutely sure about this? The very strange conversation between Kawi and Pisaeng about Kawi not being able to contact Pisaeng. Because there is no real explanation for it. "Is there actually something wrong with me like Max said" doesn't really explain that.

But Pisaeng entering with this line the moment Kawi's present is being frozen in place for the future.

Every version of the future is based on Kawi in the present (his past but not really. Not when he never really lived beyond that point ever before).

When he talked to discount Jinta (I've seen the theories about him potentially being Kawi from the future. I'm going to keep calling him discount Jinta for now), he said he wanted to fix the crystal ball to fix something in the past. The problem with the past was never really what happened with Pear, it was Kawi's inability to find a way to live his life. He still struggles with it now

He still has a ways to go but he's getting there.

And my ultimate hope with this show - which is starting to seem likely to me now - is that Kawi decides to stay in the past. To actually live out a life instead of trying to jump to the happy ending. To fix what he wanted to and become his dream self

Because they seem to be saying that there is no way to get the happy ending because there is no happy ending. There is just a life through which you constantly grow and change and experience things and if you aren't present, if you aren't growing and changing, you aren't going to get to where you want to be.